#the special ghost town video

[archivist-crow]

The Specials - “Ghost Town” (1981)

Forty-three years ago today, on June 12, 1981, The Specials released “Ghost Town”. Hailed as a major piece of social criticism, the song was released at a time of strife both within the band and throughout England, as rioting over unemployment, police violence, and racial discrimination was occurring in London and other population centers. The last song recorded by the original seven members of the band, “Ghost Town” spent three weeks at #1 and 11 weeks in the top 40 of the UK singles chart.

[brbgensokyo]

i think what the cyberbunk 2077 and the r/synthwave crowd miss about the aesthetic of cyberpunk in general is the urban decay of american cities in the late 70s/80s. Everything has to suck, it cant just be glass towers and neon

[rwpohl]

ghost town, the specials 1981

[spookypete-94]

Pregnant by Proxy

SimonRileyxPregnant!Reader

Have had this idea in my head for many, many months. Finally just decided to do it- even if it seems strange to some.

Triggers for medical inaccuracies, language, minor angst, still born mentioned

What triggered it all is you not showing up. Being Laswell’s right hand while she was Watcher, given you the opportunity to assist Task Force 141 on multiple missions. So much, they considered you a part of their team.

Here instead, Simon Riley stood back watching you from afar. He had hunted you down and located you in your hometown. Something he was never ever supposed to do. There was a no contact rule for them outside of their work. Price enforced it for safety reasons. But Simon just couldn’t stand not knowing where you were or what had happened. That was unsafe for him. He needed to see you, needed to make sure you were alright.

“I can’t tell you much, just that she will not be attending this mission.” Laswell spoke from the computer screen during their video call meant to be a mission brief for the 4 of them.

“She ok at least?” Price asked, looking up over the stack of papers in his hands up at the camera.

You had made your mark on all of them… but maybe not as dark or inflicted as you had on Simon.

“Medical emergency back at home. I know you guys are worried about her, but I really can’t disclose anymore.” Laswell’s voice firmer, protecting you.  “She deserves privacy and her time off.” Something you had earned away from them.

Simon couldn’t help but pipe up. “When will she be back?” You are an asset to this team, as much to his spirit.

A heavy sigh from Laswell, “We need to focus on the task ahead.” She was putting up a wall. How dare you leave without relaying some sort of word to him…

What had happened to you?

That was the moment Simon knew he needed to find you. You were at risk, something had happened. Did you get sent somewhere without him and hurt? Are you bruised and bloody? Had someone laid hands on you? Dangerous as you were… Simon couldn’t help feeling that you were fragile. He had seen you in the most intimate of ways on more than one occasion. Perhaps that had changed his perception of the clarity of body. Fragile like clay figurine, porous and breakable. Skin smooth, even though littered with scars in places. Special, is the way to describe you to him. You understood him. An extension of his peace.

So, he finished the mission. Angrier than he had ever been at the end of one. Days drawn out, even though it only took them a week to find their target and take him into custody. It was a success, a record in apprehending someone capable of such violence. Little did the Task Force know, Ghost’s unbridled rage of procrastinating the ability to find you, the result of such a feat.

Price knew something was up when Ghost had turned down the interrogation of the suspect. This was his forte. One of his best qualities of finding intel was beating a man into submission. Glancing with a side eye filled with suspicion, Price then closed it. Halfway knowing what Ghost was up to, the fact that Simon now needed this. He needed to know you were alive.

There were a few times you would tell him stories of your hometown and family after you would connect and lay naked together. He enjoyed it. It distracted his mind while his brain would close his eyes and imagine it. Never once did you tell him where you from or the name of the town… but he had seen it so many times in his mind’s eye, he had just an inkling of where it was hidden.

Imagine his surprise when had finally found you outside your favorite coffee house. A small coffee in your hand… and a swollen belly round in front of you as you slowly waddled away from him. He had stood back near the corner about 3 buildings away from you, following you ever so slowly.

Shock had filled his system. He could walk away now… in fact he fully wanted to bolt and sprint in a different direction. He knew you were safe, alive and clearly thriving… but he had more questions now then when he did about your absence.

Feeling like you were being watched made you turn around. Eyes instantly locked on the black shadow that was following you.

“Simon?” Your sweet voice called to him, filled with confusion and happiness.

“Wanted to see you…” Was all he could mumble out as he approached.

Awkwardly you tried hard to lurch to him, hard to do so when your counterbalance was way off.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much,” a rushed hiss to him, as you tried to lay your head into his chest. It was difficult with how round you were, the babe pressing you away.

His finger guided under your chin, lifting it up so he could see your eyes. Tears welled in them that he brushed back with a thumb. Fucking hormones.

“Missed you,” you repeated. Somehow even through all your emotions, the glow on you was so strong and intense. How beautiful.

Simon remained quiet, while he tried to decide how far along you were. The time frame… seemed possible, but he wasn’t entirely sure. The time away from you seemed so much longer. He wanted to ask, he needed to know this now. Sure, he wanted to run at the same time, but you were important to him. This was important to him.

“Is it mine?” He asked his palm spreading over the circumference.

You stood there unable to speak. It was such a long story. Words hindered, closed off. Instead, you shook your head with a slow no. Regret written all over your face.

Instantly, the rage returned to him. Of course he wasn’t good enough for you. That’s why you left. That’s why everyone eventually does. How dare you be so important to him….

Turning on heel, he pushed past the crowd of people nearby trying to get away from you. Anger blinding him, deafening your calling out.

“Simon!! Wait!! She’s not mine either!!” Trying your hardest to run after him.

What?

He stopped dead in his tracks, unable to turn to look at you yet. The same tears that had stung yours now been transferred to his. Had he really wanted this with someone so bad before?

Your hand pressed into his back letting him know you were still there.

“She’s my sisters… it’s a really long fucked up story, but she is my sister’s.”

Abstract. This whole thing was completely abstract and fucking strange. You were being a surrogate to it all.

“What?” Simon said again, finally turning around, his head looking to the side, still not fully able to look at you yet. He needed clarification, needed to comprehend you hadn’t betrayed him.

“I went on leave because my sister was pregnant and went into labor at about eight and half months…but something had happened. She got this blood infection in her uterus causing a still birth. And when it did, it made things happen to her reproductive organs so she would never be able to carry a baby again…They had to take it all out.” A heavy breath left you, as you started to explain, a shake he could hear in your voice, one that and couldn’t ignore.

He turned back around, finally able to look at you again. To you, it was like the break of dawn and the sun greeting the Earth for the first time. He was listening to you. This whole time you were fearful of losing him… but here he was standing before you. Shining like the sun every morning, a wordless pact.

“My sister… she lost her baby and I saw what it did to her. This is all she has ever wanted was to be a mother, and her chance has been taken from her. So, when the doctor said they had saved some of her eggs…I knew I had to do this for her.” Taking his hand, you placed it back on your belly, sprawling his long fingers over it. “This baby isn’t yours… and she isn’t mine. That doesn’t make her any less important though. Just know I had to do this for her.”

His hand was warm. Radiating warmth into you. It gave so much into you, like you had just spewed out back to him.

Did he doubt you?

“I was on my way to an appointment. Why don’t you come with me and maybe that will help you understand.”

A compromise. Let me make this right.

Sliding his hand across your belly, over to your hand he took it and gripped it, squeezing once in awhile. His quiet assurance. So, you led the way. The sail to his boat, teaching and guiding him.

The room was white. White bed, white paper covering it. White walls. White Floor. So much white it hurt for him to look at. Carefully, he stood next to you, letting you climb on the bed to lay down.

“Where is your sister?” A valid question. He would think if this was her baby, she would want to know details, right?

“Work. I think it still hurts her to come sometimes… She has come to a few in the very beginning, but as it gets closer it scares her.”

A valid response.

“You been coming by yourself?”

A slight shrug of your shoulders. “I have…” That hurt him to know you were doing a majority of this alone.

“How did you…?” He said looking down and looking back up at you.

“Conceive?” Unsure if that was what he was asking or not. “Artificial. They planted the embryo after it was fertilized."

Oh, thank God. The relief written on his face makes you laugh.

“Don’t worry. No one else has been inside me in that way. I would never let anyone, let alone my brother-in-law.” Still chuckling.

“Better not.” The only words he could say in his embarrassment of thinking so.

In walked the doctor, who looked over at the mountain of a man.

“Well, hello. Is his him then?” She pointed to him and looked back at you.

“It is.” A smile radiating back at her, truly at your happiest.

The doctor glanced back over at him. “She has talked about you quite a bit and how much she wished you could be here. It’s hard, what she is doing for someone else, but I’m glad her person is here with her now. Your girl’s quite brave.” Rolling across the floor of the room on her stool.

Simon was dumb founded; you had talked about him to someone else? Did he really mean that much to you too?

“Now let’s have a look.”

Rolling your shirt up, exposing that smooth skin to him one more time. It’s been so long since he had last seen it, and here it had changed so much but remained stunning to him.

The doctor measured it before pulling out the doppler to hear the heartbeat. A soft whooshing noise was instantly recognized, making you close your eyes and smile. It was so surreal to Simon. Like he was on the outside looking in. He had the opportunity to see you in this light… and somehow it still was that way for you too. Knowing you were carrying this baby… but it wasn’t entirely yours either.

“Your niece is looking wonderful. See you at your thirty-six-week appointment. Will be once a week starting then.” Niece… A reminder that you were grateful for this baby, but a deep part of you wished it was daughter.

Somehow, he had made it to the checkout desk with you and hadn’t even realized it.

“Can I list you as an emergency contact?” the question that brought him back to reality. Your eyes were looking up at him, pen and paper in your hand before you wrote his name down.

“Sure,” he said taking the pen and paper, scribbling his number down next to his name. Who said anything about no contact outside of work again?

Ending the day, you brought him back to your home. Allowing him to see more of your personal life. Baring it all to him today. His fragile figurine, safe and protected now that he had found her once more. Never again would you be out of his sights. He will see to fix that, all on his own.

Two hands started at your hips before snaking around, his arms fully embraced you from behind. He lifted up on your heavy belly, taking the weight off your hips. A pleasant groan emitted from you. How good did that feel.

“Such a nice thing you are doing for your sister… but next time, the baby in there is going to be ours.” His mouth hot and heavy next to your ear, before running his tongue from the bottom up. It made your skin run hot and cold all at once, goosebumps in the wake on your skin.

“Going to be such a good mother,” his hand trailing down your belly and onto your thigh before squeezing it. “I want this to be safe and healthy for you all, but as soon as you can… I’m fillin’ you with my own. As many as you’ll let me.” Grinding into you, imagining you swollen with his seed making him aroused.

“I missed you.” You whispered out the thrice time today.

Simon "Ghost" Riley Masterlist

[s0me-rand0m-d0rk]

Ok. So, you know that TV show Ghost Adventures? Let's make it Danny phantom.

Danny, Sam, and Tucker are college age. Danny's studying astrophysics and astronomy. Tucker's studying engineering. And Sam's double majoring in occult studies and parapsychology. They're not in Amity Park, I don't know where they'd be but it would probably be a really haunted city/town. They need some extra money so they start a paranormal investigation group kinda like what Ghost Adventures is, but local. They post their findings on YouTube. They basically blow up overnight and get monetized after they get a few videos out there.

Danny is the "medium". (He's not a medium. He just has ghost powers.)

Tucker's the tech specialist.

Sam's the occult specialist.

But instead of provoking the ghosts and being rowdy and screaming all the time (don't get me wrong, the show is funny and I do enjoy watching it, but we all know they're not always respectful of the spirits.), they're actually trying to solve the problem the ghost is posing. They try to compromise with them and help them pass on.

Sam sends Danny into creepy basements by himself just like Zak does with Aaron. She also pulls the most obscure and random occult facts out of her ass. One time, she told the audience that it was possible to exorcise ghosts using music. She proceeded to play Riptide on a ukulele for the spirit of a pre-teen girl and it worked. After the episode is over, people go to look it up, and low and behold, there it is.

Tucker makes progressively more insane and less believable gadgets to contact and interact with ghosts. Their audience tunes in every week wonder what he'll have next. The last episode, it was some sort of ghostly etch-a-sketch. AND THE GHOSTS ACTUALLY USED IT. Did one of them draw a dick on it like a smart ass? Probably.

Sometimes Danny has full on conversations with no one on camera. He waves when there's no one else in the room. He scolded a poltergeist that tried to push him down the stairs. He consistently says that most ghosts just need a hug. Dark spirit? Hug it. Violent poltergeist? They need a hug. Ghostly child? HUG. The audience notices his eyes glowing in the dark. Is it special effects? No one knows.

No one can tell if they're serious or not. They had a literal gun that shoots ghosts. They play music for ghosts. They have ghostly etch-a-sketches. Unless you're from Amity Park, there's no way you're believing that.

But, people who have their properties investigated often say that the activity stops or de-intensifies or changes all together. People may have to change things, like hanging up a photo of the deceased, holding a memorial service, or stopping/changing renovations. But they make the ghost happy or even pass on. That way they stop throwing the good china out of the cabinets.

[playedcrowd5610]

Playedcrowd5610's Complete Guide to Danny Phantom Ghosts - Part 1: Ghost Levels/Types of Ghosts.

Disclaimer: This is how I write my ghosts. Most of these are based on headcanons that I have picked up on my own from watching the show, as well as real-world mythology and stories. They are based on my interpretation of how things work in this universe and are meant to help people better understand my writing and the way I do things.

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The ghosts in the Danny Phantom universe are made up of three types: Echos, Soul Eaters, and Ecto entities. I will be going over each one, why they exist, what they look like, what the examples are, and what their abilities are.

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Echos:

Echos are what would be called a level 1 ghost in the Danny Phantom world. They are a person that has died and become ghosts but don't have enough ectoplasm or energy to form a body. So they are merely a soul that is floating around in the air that no one without special abilities can see.

This type of ghost has the most real-world implications and is not the type of ghost shown throughout the Danny Phantom show. Amity Park is rich in ectoplasm and has multiple portals, natural and man-made. So all the ghosts that haunt the town or travel to the town have enough ectoplasm in the air to form a body. Ghosts that don't haunt Amity Park don't have that luxury.

which is where you would get the "traditional ghost" that you would see in ghost-hunting videos and books. The type of ghost most people's minds jump to when they hear the name. The ones that you can't really see or there is just a soul floating around. Sometimes, they can move things with enough effort.

These ghosts are often bonded to an object or a person and always need to be around them and can't leave their haunt without that person or item. They are harmless and mostly just float around and try and gather enough passive energy and emotions from what is around them to form a body.

To people like Danny and other ghosts, Echo looks like a floating core with a pale outline of whatever the person was before. also can't talk because they don't have enough ectoplasm to form vocal cords and can only communicate through emotions.

Their emotions flow from them and feed into the beings around them. All ghosts have secondary communication through emotions and can read the emotions of those around them naturally.

if they manage to get enough ectoplasm to start forming a body they turn into a soul eater, which brings me to my next point.

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Soul Eaters:

Soul eaters are actually seen in the show. While they are not called soul eaters in the show, this is what I have personally interpreted them as. Our two example ghosts are johnny's Shadow and Spectra.

Soul eaters are in the level 2-3 range of ghosts. Most of the time, they come from Echos that have managed to gather enough ecto energy and now have a body. But the body is not complete this causes them to crave more and more energy to give themself a physical form.

These guys are creatures that look like shadows and blend in with the world around them. they have permanently sharp claws and teeth and use those to fight and try and gain more energy. They almost get more of a lust for energy and seem to not be fully in their right mind all the time, obsessed with at least keeping their form so they don't turn back into echos

Soul eaters can get energy/ectoplasm in two ways:

1) They can absorb ectoplasm or eat it from other ghosts that they might pray on or hang around. An example would be the ghost Shadow, who is permanently bonded to Johnny 13 and follows him around. This gives him enough passive energy to hang around a more powerful ghost so that he can keep a form in the mortal world. In return, he gives his servitude to Johnny and helps fight for him.

2) Absorbing energy from emotions: This example would be Spectra. Soul eaters, if they are more patient, can absorb energy through emotions. Any ghost can also rely on emotions to give them energy. But soul eaters pray on it. They will tend to be drawn to people with strong emotions; hateful and depressed ones are normally the best because they are the strongest. This can sometimes cause a person to feel drained of their emotions because all of their access energy is being eaten. Hence why they are called soul eaters.

Soul eaters are dangerous because they rely more on instinct than they do logic. Absorb and eat. Danny knows that they are just trying to get energy and want a body, so sometimes he can try and make a deal with them for help or just to get them out of there by offering up ectoplasm for them to eat.

Once soul eaters have enough energy to form a full body and can calm down from their aggressive side, they become ecto entities.

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Ecto Entities:

These ghosts make up the majority of the show's cast and rouge gallery. They are ghosts who were either powerful enough in their obsession and gained enough energy in the ghost zone to have full bodies from the beginning or who have levelled up from either Echo or Soul Eater over time.

They are much more powerful and make up the rest of the ecto scale 4-10. All of these ghosts have the ability to touch objects and people and have solid physical forms when they travel to the human world.

They can have a number of different abilities based on their obsession, what level they are, and whether they have a fire or ice core. But all of these ghosts share a common set of powers: Invisibility, passive ectoplasm absorption, flight, and intangibility.

Ghosts such as Ember, Kitty, Johnny, Skulker and even Danny fall into this category. as well as blob ghosts, which would be closer to a level 4 and tend to be one step above soul eaters when it comes to forming a body. But can still touch things and have physical forms.

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If you were to take away ectoplasm from one of these ghosts or they were injured or separated from it for a long period of time they will level down the scale going from Ecto Entity > Soul Eater > Echo. They would need to replenish their ectoplasmic energy over time to go level back up.

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This is my rough explanation of how I see and describe ghosts in the Danny Phantom universe. I may eventually make a full YouTube video about it, but for now, I will post it here.

[holnnetd]

No rejection under my roof

Tbh, I saw a silly little tiktok and I was like, damn. Me too. So anyway, I'm projecting (it fucking took me ChatGPT to figure out what that word was again) and I truly believe the men are just like that.

So have some silly headcanons:

(I haven't proofread it yet, so sorry for everyone reading this!)

This is only fiction, please remember.

Jonathan Price is... oddly okay with it. You need to work on your career you say? He's sure he could pull some strings. Well, only if you go out with him to that new coffee shop down town. Just to discuss the opportunities of your future. Of course. He's pretty sure he'd look great with a successful lad next to him. He'd show you off, proudly telling that you don't only look godly and make the best spaghetti, but you're also a badass that's hardworking.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick smiles as you deny him, telling you that it's fine and he understands. Until he shows up to your family home one day, chatting up your relatives like they are old friends? You smile kindly, confused as to why he's here and you just hear your family say what a nice boy he is and that he helped them carry groceries just yesterday. Even helped them cook that dish they'd only eat for special occasions. Really, what a weird coincidence. Oh, and they want you guys to know eachother, you're the same age after all! Maybe date? You'd two get along well, surely...

Simon "Ghost" Riley would stand stumped before you, feeling slightly confused and embarrassed at being rejected, it's not really a rejection, right? Why would you... reject him? He can't go back to the boys after they told him to go for it, after he had to mentally prepare himself. He'd stare at you in silence, believing you just didn't hear him. So with a gruff expression he asks again, "would you want to date me?", just to make sure you hear him right. Saying it slowly. Word for word.

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish is absolutely convinced that "I'm not over my ex" means "help me get over my ex" and he takes it as his personal challenge. Without knowing the reason of said breakup, he will blame the ex, saying that they should have watched out better for such a beautiful lad like yourself! What better way to get over your annoying, bad ex then to send him a pretty, long video of you getting absolutely fucked into next week by a bigger dick then he could have hoped to have? Really, that would crash anyone's ego.

Alejandro Vargas would be pretty persistent. He's a man of passion and I cannot accentuate it enough, he would do so much for anyone he likes. He knows that maybe he's about to destroy a 7 year friendship with you, but he really can't stop himself from physically kissing up your hands, arms, neck.. to pepper your pretty, pretty face with every bit of love. You're precious! Please let him shower you with his love. He might start showing up at your door with a big smile and a flower every day if you don't.

Rodolfo Parra listens carefully as you tell him that you have too much on your plate right now to accept a relationship. Really it's too much. And he just smiles awkwardly, handing you the bouquet, "we can eat together if it's that much. Two heads is more then one" he says and if you're not swooned, you don't deserve him. He is by your side to help you out with any problem you might have. Too much to chew? Well, only metaphorically speaking, give some to him. (Please don't literally, I swear it's just a metaphor) There is nothing he can't handle with a little bit of stubbornness and persuasion.

Valeria Garza wouldn't take it to heart. She understands being in any shape of form tied to the mafia has huge risks and maybe not everyone's preference, but she stays open for you to come back. Talking you that she will always help out if there is a problem. And problems did came surely. Someone framed you for stealing? The cops were being awfully rude, gave you a speeding ticket the next day and then someone broke into your house? Bad luck, huh? You can't stay in your house after being evicted, but you really don't want to risk your family with your very bad luck. So the only way out is to grab the hand and become a mafia bosses spouse. Don't worry, she made sure no one else dared to touch you anymore. No "bad luck" reaches you anymore.

Philip Graves wouldn't take no for an answer. No matter your argument. You have a boyfriend? Doesn't matter, dump him. Philip is better. He has money, a charming smile, even more money, and lawyers that could sweep one dead body under the rug. Maybe 3, if you are as stubborn as he is. But when there is no man in your life? Oh, he's so guilt tripping you with his money into dating. He brought you so many gifts, how can you say no while there is a fresh bouquet of flowers in front of your door with a box of jewellery with his initials somewhere engraved on them? Throw them away and you get a more expensive box the next day.

Farrah Karim. Nah, just why would you reject her, really? Don't. No one would. She's sweet.

Alex Keller doesn't understand what you mean. You see him as family? Good, he's a family man! It sounds to him like you want a family with him, and hell who is he to deny his beautiful girlfriend a family. You want a kid? Sure! You don't want one? You two can settle with a dog for the time being, really. He's an open guy, not really wanting to accept denial. It's not really denial at this point. Family loves eachother! So you two have to do that too. And maybe love eachother in bed. Or out.

Vladimir Makarov wouldn't even ask to be dating. He'd send not so vague threats and straight up demand of you to be his spouse. You were kidnapped and threatened with a gun to your head to marry him. Yeah. That's... How it went. Very romantic. It's either a, you die now or you die later with me. And hopefully not being stupid you'd rather live with a terrorist for a while, not having to worry about working until you two die. Maybe separately, maybe if you stay loyal and nice to him he will hold you while either of you dies. That's the most romance you will get from this power driven man.

Now come the fake ahh characters that I especially love:

"König" (of course) would be devastated to hear that you cannot date someone like him. Why is that? Is it the amount of dead bodies he had touched with his hands?? He will wear gloves whenever touching you, of course! Maybe it's because of the scars on his body? Don't worry, he will get tattoos over them so you don't have to see any! Maybe it's how he looks??? He swears he will shave his arms and legs and cut his hair- No! It's because if his height, right Schatz? He's too tall, of course... Well don't worry your pretty head, he doesn't mind staying on his knees. Actually he's quite fond to stay there, as long as your legs are on his shoulders and he gets to press his lips into your flesh. Poor overthinking puppy.

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin is looking at you with a raised brow as you tell him you can't stand him. Well then sit down. He drags a chair over to you, forcing you to sit down on it. You will sit, until you can stand him again. And then you will go on a date. Tired of him? Take a nap, it's not that deep. Hell, maybe a good cuddle session in his bed is what you need! He will drag you to his bed, in uniform or not, force you to lay down before plopping on top of you, making sure you're not tired anymore. Tsk, escaping from the tiger? Please.

[catfern]

1 MILLION SUBSCRIBERS SPECIAL

pairing: ghost hunter!ellie x afab!reader (feminine pronouns used)

music: eyes without a face - billy idol

word count: 2.3k

summary: ghost hunter!ellie needs a new assistant to help film her 1 million subscribers special in a supposedly 'haunted house'. good thing you'll do anything she says.

warnings: SEXTAPE, oral (r!receiving) fingering (r!receiving), ghosts? spooky business, ellie is a shitty clickbait youtuber

an: heyyy this came to me in a dream. nothing much else to say. get ready to fuck dirty while ghosts watch idk. this is probably gonna be my only halloween fic while we're still in october. got some other ideas tho so get ready for a spooky november

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“come on! come on! it’ll be fun! something memorable on halloween.”

“jesus, ellie, you know I don’t believe in that shit.”

it’s a coy laugh. your fingers dance over your phone, unsure what to do. you didn’t believe her when she jumped and screamed, bolstering about her 1 millionth subscriber.

‘The Ghost Detective.’ her youtube profile was almost as shoddy as her Mr. Beast-esque clickbait video titles.

“then it doesn’t matter!” she had a hold on your forearm, intermittent squeezing begging you to fold, “please? the last girl I had thought her dead mom was talking to her and ran off.”

she had an almost pitiful look in her eyes, her eyebrows screwed together as she pleaded. 

fucking hell. you were convinced if you hadn’t met ellie, hadn’t started falling behind her like an obedient dog, you’d actually submit most of your assignments on time.

“fine.”

it wasn’t that your tiny town was particularly superstitious, or religious, or any other ‘-itious’, but it was in unspoken agreement that there was something inexplicable here, on the hill that looked over the lights of the suburbs. a decaying prairie protrusion built god-knows-when, the moon shone high in its fullness through the rotting foundations, casting its shadows over the dead grass, falling at your feet with the cool of the wind.

the whisper in her voice ran up your spine, “gettin’ scared yet?”

ellie seemed all too giddy to be here, a wicked smile and a laugh in her throat. her hair was pulled back from her face, and you could lightly see the ghost of freckles across her cheek in the night. 

“what? no, no. i’m just tired.”

“right,” she was poking fun, the words dripping from her lips like electricity. she dumped her arms-full of equipment in your arms with a huff, before digging around in her backpack. “here,” cold metal in your hand as she took back her stuff. redbull, “we’re gonna be here all night.”

you don’t know how she did it. even as a certified non-believer, the engulfing emptiness of the house, the darkness that settled in the cracks and corners caught up with you, something unsettling pricking the hairs on the back of your neck.

but here she was. she brought a lawn chair from home, said it was her dad’s. equipped with the built-in beer holder and everything, she was relaxed. her elbows settled on her knees, her hands fallen limp in the space between her legs. she had something in her eyes, a glint. something determined, charming as she stared you down. well, the camera.

but you were staring at her right back. memorising what little detail echoed through the lens of the shitty 2008 sony camcorder.

she said it was for the ‘found footage look’. you know it’s just because she’s broke.

“now, legend has it, ladies and gentlemen, that the last owners of this iconic hillside property were satan .. worshippers. and that this house, this very house that i’m sitting in right now, is actually an active portal. to. hell.”

you’ve gotta give it to her. she had a talent for drama.

“i’ll just point to you when i need you to do like, i dunno, a little camera pan or something, yeah?”

ellie was explaining it to you like you hadn’t just been at home binge-watching her channel for the past few days, meticulous research, you called it. to make sure you did a good job as her assistant. not like the blur of her messy hair and her face in the ghoulish green light of the night vision camera did anything to you.

you knew her video structure. front room first, then five minutes in a spooky hallway, then some time left to freak out in one of the bedrooms, find an old haunted toy that definitely wasn’t planted, and then a quick exit with a lot of swearing, screaming and camera shaking.

“right, you ready?”

you nod. 

the front room was, unsurprisingly, boring, although ellie put on her best shiver-me-timbers face, as she calls it. something for the fans.

but when you got back into the hallway, something in the air had changed. you looked to ellie, and you couldn’t tell if what she felt was real, or fake. she just kept looking at you through the camera, the same dramatised ‘concern’ written all over her face.

everything ellie does is scripted. fake.

if there was something wrong, truly wrong, here, you would leave, right?

the feeling was violently oppressive, pushing down on you. run, run, run. a gush of something ran across the back of your neck.

“fuck! what was that? did you feel that?”

“hey, hey,” the sudden normalness of her voice felt misplaced, “just keep the camera on me, okay? eyes on me.” 

you could barely see her fucking eyes. the imposing and suffocating darkness of the house seemed to wrap around you horribly tight, the only thing keeping you tethered to your sense of sanity was the sound of ellie’s breath, so close you could feel it wisp around your cheekbone, warm and inviting. the only comfort fighting the cold in the air.

slowly, your sight adjusts to the dark, and you could barely make out the outline of her face in the dim light of the moon. she was watching you, her eyes lidded, flickering over the shadow of your body. your own breath was quick, adrenaline laced, something sore and deep. you feel a slight graze against your arm and you jump, ellie catching your shoulders in her arms, pushing you upright,

“careful, it’s just me,”

there’s a closeness now, a beat. her grip is strong as it soothes the shaking, the fear, the absolute buzz that you’re convinced is the only thing keeping you alive. you quickly become obsessed with the design of her, you’ve never been this close. suddenly, you recognise the way her hair falls on her face, the look in her eyes, the shine as she looks at you. she clears her throat, and her hands drop, coarsely, from your shoulders,

“come on, you’re alright. let’s keep going.”

yeah, yeah. you fumble your hand back through the strap of the camera, a slight twitch in your hand as you press record,

“fucking hell,” her voice was raspy, deep, a soft but commanding whisper, “the spirits sure are stirred up here… i wonder what happened.”

stay close to me. it’s barely a breath, something not meant to be heard, but her voice is luring, and you nod.

your footsteps were a heavy echo against the aging wood floor, the creaks spreading through the house like a warning. to you, or to others, you don’t know.

the bedroom wasn’t far. you had to hike up a flight of decaying steps, but as ellie talked to the camera, she held a hand firm on your back. she wouldn’t let you fall.

the room obviously belonged to some kids, however long ago. abandoned toys and rotted posters littered the floor, and it almost felt painful to see the life that was once in this house. but why did they leave everything here? kids drawings, toys, a closet full of half-eaten, moth-ridden clothes.

what made them just get up and leave?

wind rattled against the window, it felt like it was rocking the house. something was uneasy here, unnerving. you tried to focus your thoughts on ellie, her dramatic storytelling and perfectly practiced ‘scared’ body language, but there was something here. and it was watching.

one final gust of wind surged against the rocky foundations of the house, and the closet doors flung open, an old wooden puppet flying out to your feet.

you were never a screamer, never. which is why, when you heard a blood-curdling shriek rush through the house, it felt like an out of body experience. something foreign. you fell back and tripped over your own feet, desperate to put as much distance between you and whatever was in this house as possible.

luckily, ellie’s fear is fabricated. she’s quick to respond, stepping in to steady you with kind hands and a charming smile. your heart rate was so intense, it rocked the both of you, chest to back, intertwined something fierce. your breath settles against her chest, and you meet her eye,

“thought you didn’t get scared,” she was being a tease. her hands ghosting over your body gently, carefully, thinly veiled under the guise of simply holding you, caring for you, she was keeping you safe. it was a little self-indulgent.

“i’m not,” you steel yourself, stubborn girl, although a soft laugh bubbles in your throat. there’s something unreal about the steady feeling of ellie’s hands, the roughness of her palms pushing through your clothing. you turn, and she’s smiling, the glint of her teeth in the soft light, mischief an echo on her face. her voice was low as she leaned in, tickles of her hair just brushing the apple of your cheekbone,

“really, baby? i don’t think you would even still be here if it wasn’t for me.”

“you think i’m here for you?” she’s so close you can feel your breath swirl with hers, heat brushing down your jaw and dripping onto your neck. her grip on your waist anchors, and you feel her settle in the crooks of your body, the corners of your skin, like she’s home. she’s looking at you, something jokingly fierce, but unsure, and her gaze falls on your lips, 

“mhm,”

you’d think she’d been starved. restless, choked breaths fall between you in gaps as she pulls you in, heavy, her lips on yours in fervour. her hands are everywhere, tracing themselves in your hair, down your neck, feeling their way blindly along the softness of your skin. god.

her lips draw from yours, dragging a mix of spit and lip gloss down your chin, along the ridge of your neck, a trail glistening in the edging darkness.

“fuck, ellie.”

you barely register the weight lifting from your hand, only a visceral whine as she pulls from you, walking a safe distance to gently place the camera down, out of the way.

ellie finds herself back in the crook of her neck, dragging your skin through her teeth, soft groans rumbling from her throat as her hands pull their way down to the waistband of your skirt,

a skirt? really?

had you planned this?

“come on, sweetheart,” she’s barely audible against your skin, vibrations dripping down your torso as her hands dive under your shirt, lifting it to bounce above your tits, “that’s it.”

her palm cups the base of your tit, dragging soft moans from your pretty lips as she squeezes.

under her breath, she’s praying. vulgar, tenacious, she can’t control herself, lost in the dream of your body as she presses you against a wall she hopes won’t collapse.

fuck-god, fuck, jesus, baby.

if you’re who she’s praying to, it falls on deaf ears. you’re no god, you can’t help her, but fuck, she feels like she could worship you. properly, forever, falling to her knees and cupping her palms behind your thighs, it’s like she’s pleading,

“can i?” she’s soft, her cheek resting on the inside of your thigh, you’re her altar, “god, say yes.”

her nose just graces the wetness of your underwear and you flinch, “yes! ellie, f-fuck-please.”

she loops her pointer fingers into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your thighs, almost too rough. she loses herself in the heat, the slick dripping from your pussy.

heat poured over your body like molten gold, the feeling of her tongue inside you, raw, animalistic, sending pulses sliding up the ridges of your skin. she hums against your clit, her hand coming down to pull your velvet slick from the rim of her lips.

you convulse, clenching around the encroaching absence of a feeling, of something you didn’t know you needed. 

her.

“fucking hell, sweet girl,” deep, ragged breaths shadow your thighs. she needs air, but its not like she wants it. fuck, she wants you, she needs you. your taste on her tongue is metallic, a memory she’s chasing like a quick withdrawal. her tongue finds your clit and presses, a murmur leaving her drowning lips and echoing through your veins as you moan, desperation clawing through your hands and in ellie’s hair, binding. 

“please, el-f-shit, i need you. i need to feel you, fuck!”

you didn’t need to ask twice.

 fuck, you wrapped around her like you were made for her, godsent, a gift for her devotion. she stretched you, opening you with her fingers and you nearly melted, ellie’s arm wrapped around your thigh the only stability offered for your spent body. your head threw back, digging into the old, rotting wood of the wall, and if ellie looked up, pulled away from her firm spot between your legs, she would have seen you and completely unravelled.

she wasn’t gentle, the way her fingers moved inside you. desperate and completely unforgiving, she needed everything that you were willing to give her, her pace rough, fast, world-destroying.

and there she was, a lazy grin bearing her teeth against your clit, pussydrunk and delirious, tasting you and content enough to die.

she supposed she wouldn’t mind haunting this house, if you came to visit her.

low warbles against your cunt, you couldn’t hear her, even if you were listening. drowning in the push and pull of her touch, in the warmth of her, your head felt like molasses, your body something soft, mouldable to her design. ellie laughed against your walls, sweet and desiring, and you collapsed.

your vision bleary, you could just feel the tips of ellie’s fingers brushing through your hair, smoothing your slick across your skin. your head fell against hers, and you could just make out something blinking in the foggy distance, 

the camera,

“hey, el,”

she sighed, heat in the crook of your neck, “yeah?”

 “does the red light mean it’s on?”

A few days later, the thoughts of ghosthunting weighing heavy on your mind, ellie texts you,

thought you might want a copy <3

my subscribers will love you

attachment: hauntedhouse.mov 

taglist; @whore4abby

dm me to join my sad lil list <3

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

Stranger Things borrowed some things from Beetlejuice, actually…

I mean, 80s movie, and a cult classic with Winona Ryder. Like, obviously they did.

Barbara and Adam Maitland are a happy married couple who died because they fell into the river (while inside their yellow car) and drowned. (If you drown, it’s because you have no air left, because you suffocate.)

Everything going on with cars… Credits to @erikiara80 for realizing Max literally mentioned dying in a car, and her post with many many other references (like Fred and his car crash related trauma, and Billy almost dying in his car)

We meet Adam before he died, working on his model of the town. We meet Mr Clarke in s3 doing the same thing

And, talking about Mr Clarke’s Hawkins model (or model of an imaginary town), there’s a tiny Easter egg of Beetlejuice’s tomb! (I did NOT find this, credits to this YouTube video)

The Maitlands died on this covered bridge that kinda looks like the s5 farm (this is a stretch yeah I know)

The Deetz family move into their house after they died, and they have a daughter (played by Winona Ryder)

Lydia is 15, an outcast, and from New York (where st originally took place) but moved to another state. So El or Will, but mainly, Jonathan.

She's proudly strange and unusual and doesn’t seem to have many friends (Jonathan is that you)

She also loves her camera and taking photos.

(Like mother like son)

Barbara and Adam dressed up as ghosts using a sheet to scare the Deetzs (since they can’t see them, seeing a flying bedsheet probably would scare them) vs El dressed up as a ghost for Halloween using a sheet, looking very similar to them (holes in her eyes, etc)

Lydia also took a picture of Barbara and Adam, which proved they’re ghosts (cause they have no feet), and Jonathan took a picture of the demogorgon, which proved Joyce wasn’t crazy and Will (and Barb) could be alive.

No one can see/hear Barbara and Adam, but they can see/hear other people. You can listen to things from the outside world while in the ud, so Will would have been able to listen to Joyce but Joyce wouldn’t have been able to.

Barbara and Adam saying that “We haven’t left the house since the funeral” vs Will communicating with Joyce through the lights (which are inside his house) and seemingly always being in the same place (either his house or castle byers) vs Barbara and Adam wanting the deetzs to move out because 1) it’s their house and they’re completely remodeling it, and 2) they’re stuck there for 125 years vs Lonnie going to the byers’ house and acting like they can be a family again even tho it’s not his house and has no place there AND also fixing the hole in the wall that Joyce made (lowkey remodeling) + all the construction stuff surrounding Lonnie…

Image credits to @greenfiend

Lydia’s special, the only one able to see Barbara and Adam, and Beetlejuice wants her help. El being the only one with powers, and Henry wanting her on his side once, and Will being the one to get kidnapped, and possessed, and possibly having powers, and Vecna having some weird obsession with him (“he wants to kill” “Kill you?” “No, not me. Everyone else”) and probably wanting him on his side in s5…

Also Lydia being the only one able to see the ghosts (until the exorcism when everyone saw them) vs Will being the only one able to sense Vecna. Could even go as far as saying: Will being the only one to see and feel the mf until the exorcism when it came out and Joyce, Jonathan and Nancy saw the black particles leaving his body.

(Adam and Barbara possess the deetzs and their guests (except Lydia) at their dinner party, in hopes that this scares them and they’ll leave their house. The deetzs then try to contact Adam and Barbara, but instead accidentally do an exorcism)

Lydia sees Barbara and Adam (who are dead) and thinks it must be a dream (it’s not). Joyce sees Will (after they found “his” body, so supposedly dead) while she’s sleeping, lonnie tells her it’s in her head (it’s not).

Also the context behind these shots is very different, but to me the shots are similar.

Character seeing something supernatural and getting scared, while an unnatural light shines against their face. (Lydia’s green, Will’s yellow).

Lydia also writes a suicide note:

I am alone. I am utterly alone. By the time you read this, I will be gone, having jumped plummeted off the Winter River Bridge.

Wow okay. She crossed out “jumped” and changed it to “plummeted”. Meaning she isn’t planning on jumping, but just letting herself fall. Into the water. If she’s plummeting from a bridge in a river, she’ll fall in the water. Mmmm

Troy tells Mike to jump, Mike doesn’t jump, just lets himself fall.

However she ends up not committing, just like Mike ends up being saved by El.

Also, fun to mention, if Lydia planned on killing herself by jumping plummeting into the winter river bridge, that means she would have died in the same place Barbara and Adam did, since it’s the same river where their car fell. Mike jumping plummeting into the quarry, where “Will’s” body was found…

Barbara and Adam are staying in the attic, Henry is always spending time in the attic. Bettlejuice is also always in the attic. In the attic, Adam had his town model he loved, and in the attic, Henry had his spiders. First scene of the movie is Adam finding a spider on his town model.

Now to Beetlejuice, finally.

He can possess people. He does possess people. All ghosts are able to possess people, Barbara and Adam possess people aswell.

First thing Beetlejuice did upon appearing, is unconsensually kissing Barbara. All the SA imagery surrounding Vecna and the mf possession and “try and stay very still, it’ll all be over soon”…

Also, Beetlejuice forces Lydia to marry him if she wants to save Barbara and Adam during the exorcism, to which she initially agrees to out of desperation, but then says no, but bettlejuice talks for her, basically giving away her choice (all the nonconsensual stuff going around with Will + Henry, or just Will in general…). Beetlejuice wanting to marry her cause if he marries a mortal then he can cause trouble in the world of the living vs “We’re going to do such beautiful things together, Will… Such... beautiful things.”

In the second draft of the script that I found on the internet, there are some INCREDIBLY CREEPY scenes involving Beetlejuice.

BETELGEUSE: So a daughter? She got good legs? God, I love a young leg.

Air blows up Barbara's dress, exposing her legs. He leers.

BARBARA: She's only fourteen.

[…]

BETELGEUSE (rubbing hands): How does she feel about short old men with dirty ears?

[…]

BETELGEUSE: So you, the dead, want me, the undead, to throw the live guys Mommie, Daddy and Lolita, who might not mind a tumble with an older guy, out into the cold?

(In another scene, talking to Lydia)

BETELGEUSE: How'd you like to have the biggest boobs in the world?

He’s also described as a pervert by Barbara. Uh yeah.

In the musical (which, since it came out in 2019, I don’t think was a st inspiration) there’s the song Say My Name, which I’ve always thought was very Henry towards Will.

Also cool to mention how “dead” and “gone” are shown as different through the movie.

BETELGEUSE: They are dead.

LYDIA: Of course they're dead. They're ghosts.

BETELGEUSE: No, I mean they're gone.

Just like El makes this distinction too.

[geronimomo-spd]

and there we go! the full Confidential Archive!

here are all the episodes, according to tardis wiki list, including all of the mini specials and chrismas specials and most if not all in good quality! the full list of everything is under the cut because yeah, its a longgg list!

all in order, including some youtube videos and dvd rips hehe, all according the the tardis wiki list

SERIES 1 -

1x00 - A New Dimension (a prolog to season one, narrated by David Tennant)

1x01 - (rose)

1x03 - (the unquiet dead)

1x04 - (aliens of london)

1x05 - (world war 3)

1x06 - (dalek)

1x07 - (the long game)

1x08 - (father's day)

1x09 - (the empty child)

1x10 - (the doctor dances)

1x11 - (boom town)

1x12 - (bad wolf)

1x13.1 - The Ultimate Guide (another little documentary right before

parting of the ways, about key aspects about filming the season)

1x13.2 - (parting of the ways)

1x14 - Backstage at Christmas (the nine minutes they gave us from some of behind the scenes of The Christmas Invasion)

SEIRES 2 -

2x00 - One Year On (a general preview for season 2, including the series 2 press launch, a lot more behind the scenes of The Christmas Invasion and some Torchwood stuff)

2x01 - (new earth)

2x02 - (tooth and claw)

2x03 - (school reunion)

2x04 - (the girl in the fireplace)

2x05 - (rise of the cyberman)

2x06 - (the age of steel)

2x07 - (the idiot's lantern)

2x08 - (the impossible planet)

2x09 - (the satan pit)

2x10 - (love & monsters) - (featuring the winning of the contest of designing a monster)

2x11 - (fear her)

2x12 - (army of ghosts)

2x13 - (doomsday)

2x14 - Music and Monsters (the behind the scenes of doctor who's first music show, including some behind the scenes stuff of The Runaway Bride)

SERIES 3 -

3x01 - (smith and jones)

3x02 - (the shakespear code)

3x03 - (gridlock)

3x04 - (daleks in manhattan)

3x05 - (evolution of the daleks)

3x06 - (the lazarus experiment)

3x05 - (42)

3x06 - (human nature)

3x07 - (the family of blood)

3x08 - (blink)

3x11 - (utopia)

3x12 - (the sound of drums)

3x13.1 - (last of the time lords)

3x13.2 - Children in Need Special (the behind the scenes of the special where 10 meets 5, really cute stuff)

3x14.1 - Kylie Special (series 3 christmas special. version 1 - the full version in less of a good quality i found on youtube, bless this youtube channel honestly)

3x14.2 - Kylie Special (series 3 christmas special. version 2 - the shorter version that was up on iplayer)

3x14.3 - Kylie Special (series 3 christmas special. version 3 - the version i edited to include the low quality parts that were missing with the good quality shorter version)

SERIES 4 (INCLUDING THE SPECIALS) -

4x01 - (partners in crime)

4x02 - (the fiers of pompaii)

4x03 - (planet of the ood)

4x04 - (the sontaran stratagem)

4x05 - (the doctor's daughter)

4x06 - (the posion sky)

4x07 - (the unicorn and the wasp)

4x08 - (silence in the library)

4x09 - (forest of the dead)

4x10 - (midnight)

4x11 - (turn left)

4x12 - (the stolen earth)

4x13 - (journey's end)

4x14.1 - The Journey (So Far) (a documentary about the entire show so far)

4x14.2 - Confidential Christmas 2008 (behind the scenes of The Next Doctor christmas special)

4x14.3 - Doctor Who: Top 5 Christmas Moments (a sort of confidential behind the scenes clip show of all of the episodes set at christmas)

4x15.1 - At the Proms 2008 (behind the scenes of doctor who at the proms 2008)

4x15.2 - The Eleventh Doctor (the special they used to announce Matt Smith as the new doctor who)

4x15.3 - Desert Storm (behind the scenes of Planet Of The Dead)

4x16 - Is There Life on Mars? (behind the scenes of The Waters Of Mars)

4x17 - Lords and Masters (behind the scenes of The End Of Time, Part One)

4x18 - Allons-y! (behind the scenes of The End Of Time, Part Two. version 1 - full dvd version)

4x18 - Allons-y! (behind the scenes of The End Of Time, Part Two. version 2 - shortend higher quality version from iplayer, this version has a song in the soundtrack that is diffrent from the dvd version, this is the most accurate version to what aired on tv at the time)

SERIES 5-

5x01 - (the eleventh hour)

5x02 - (the beast below)

5x03 - (victory of the daleks)

5x04 - (the time of angels)

5x05 - (flesh and stone)

5x06 - (the vampires of venice)

5x07 - (amy's choice)

5x08 - (the hungry earth)

5x09 - (cold blood)

5x10.1 - (vincent and the doctor)

5x10.2 Monster Files: The Daleks (a little documentary about victory of the daleks/daleks in general)

5x11 - (the lodger)

5x12 - (the pandorica opens)

5x13 - (the big bang)

5x14.1 - Monster Files: The Weeping Angels (a little documentary about the weeping angels episodes this season)

5x14.2 - Monster Files: The Silurians (a little documentary about the silurian episodes)

5x14.3.1 - Monster Files: The Alliance (a little documentary about the alliance of monsters from the pandoica opens)

5x14.3.2 - Backstage at the Doctor Who Prom 2010 (behind the scenes of doctor who at the proms 2010)

5x14.4.1 - Charlie McDonnell - Runner (the first Charlle behind the scenes videos, pretty quiet - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

5.14.4.2 - Charlie McDonnell - TARDIS (another Charlie video, she explores the tardis set this time -Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

5x14.4.3 - Charlie McDonnell - Decorating Bus (another Charlie video, she decorates the food place with christmas decorations, i liked them Charlie - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

5x14.4.4 - Charlie McDonnell - Christmas Presents (badger) (the famus Charlie video where she brings the cast and crew presents! this is where Matt gets his badger puppet - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

5x14.5 - Christmas Special 2010 (behind the scenes of A Christmas Carol)

SERIES 6 -

6x01.1 - (the impossible astronaut)

6x01.2 - My Sarah Jane: A Tribute to Elisabeth Sladen (a special memorial for the late Elisabth Sladen 😭😭)

6x02 - (day of the moon)

6x03 - (the curse of the black spot)

6x04 - (the doctor's wife)

6x05 - (the rebel flesh)

6x06 - (the almost people)

6x07.1 - Charlie McDonnell interviews Neil Gaiman (Charlie interviews Neil Gaiman, appewrently causing some ruckes on Charlie's blog at the time hehe - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

6x07.2 - (a good man goes to war)

6x07.3 - The Monster Files: The Silence (a little documentary on the silence, thank god because i needed that)

6x07.4 - The Monster Files: The Gangers (a little documentary on the gangers, my beloveds)

6x07.5 - Charlie McDonnell Becomes A Dalek (the last Charlie video, released late because it had the 1-4 tardis set, also she gets to ride a dalek in this one - Currently not up on the archives as Charlie has expressed the need to remove her old videos)

6x08 - (lets kill hitler)

6x09 - (night terrors)

6x10 - (the girl who waited)

6x11 - (the god complex)

6x12 - (closing time)

6x13.1 - (the wedding of river song)

6x13.2 - The Monster Files: The Antibodies (a little documentary on the antibodies from lets kill hitler)

6x13.3 - The Monster Files: The Cybermats (a little documentary on the little adorable cybermates because awww)

6x14 - The Nights' Tale (a little documentary on on the nights mini episodes! the last confidential stuff ever made rip)

[kristinhateslife]

KENDRICK, DROP MORE INFO ABOUT CCINO’S CAFE 2.O AND MY LIFE IS YOURS /ref

Okay well this is Capu/capi and uhhhh well u know Ccino.

also again this is the same Ccino type that is in Tcc, so jope y'all notice what I added in ya'll fans out there :) If you know, you know.

anwyay, Capi and Ccino work in a cafe together! Not a cat cafe,,, Capi wont be there for that :) Heh.

Fluffytale 2.0, if it were a video game, would most likely be a visual novel of sorts with minigames and such to complete tasks to get what you need to complete the game. The goal of the game would be getting enough money to either:

Helping everyone out for enough money to pay of town dept to be able to let the monsters of the town leave (True pacifist)

1.Getting enough money by helping out around town or killing some to be able to get a bus ticket out of town (neutral endings, varies on who you kill)

2.Killing everyone in order to get enough money to leave town (Genocide, ends with you being haunted by the memories of your actions from the town ghost)

3.Anddddd a super special secret ending you get by doing very specific things :) (This is the path that has happens to lead up to @ask-the-cat-cafe hehe)

In the game, you either win or lose and have to start over. You don't 'die' you just 'get caught'..... well... maybe perhaps there is a way but spoilerssssss hehe but lets just say if you ever DO die from that super secret way, there would be no way whatsoever to reset. The save file is stuck as is unless you delete it! :3 womp womp uhhh I have some other ideas but that's it until I make more art haha.. :)

hope y'all enjoy

also no, Fluffymare is not canon in Fluffytale 2.0

(doesn't mean its not in TCC, diff timeline n' all)

[wait-this-isnt-itunes]

at the spooky island discotheque - a playlist

Features: Pop Musik - M // Play That Funky Music - Wild Cherry // Smooth - Santana, Rob Thomas // Disturbia - Rihanna // Two Princes - Spin Doctors // Video Killed The Radio Star - The Buggles // (You Drive Me) Crazy - Britney Spears // Psycho Killer - The Talking Heads // Ghost Town - The Specials // This Hell - Rina Sawayama // Roam - The B-52's // + more

[doyourememberrocknrollradio]

The Specials - Ghost Town [Official HD Remastered Video]

[yall-batman-fanfic]

Wayne Family Holiday Traditions | Bruce Wayne/Batman x OC!Magician

Synopsis: After years of struggling to find the perfect gift, Bruce and Vivian finally perfected gift-giving to one another, and it's something that became a tradition in the Wayne family.

What to give a man who has everything?

That was the question that Vivian Pryor pondered about as she roamed the stores in Gotham’s shopping district for the fifth time that week. She had done all of her Christmas shopping last weekend. Have secured the gifts for her colleagues, for her family in Liverpool, Alfred,  (she got him a really expensive bottle of good scotch), and Dick (she got him the video game that Alfred refuses to let the boy have until he completes a whole month of attendance at school). But Bruce…

She had no idea what to give someone who actually has everything, who can buy anything he wanted. He is a billionaire, so getting him something from the mall feels wrong for Vivian. Since she finished her shopping, Bruce’s name – which was at the very top of her shopping list – was the only one that wasn’t crossed out. At first she thought she could just get his gift somewhere in the week, just so she could have a good long think about it, but then that long thinking led to a rut that she can’t get out of.

One of her friends laughed at her saying: “How do you not know what to get your boyfriend?”

Her reply, “How about you get a gift for a billionaire.”

Her friend’s reply? “I’d wrap myself in a ribbon and wait for him at home.”

Vivian already had that idea but she didn’t want to look like someone shallow and narcissistic to think she was a gift already. Besides, holiday sex is different from holiday gifts. Yes, they come separately – well, to her they are. 

Now, here she was, roaming around the town looking for something to give him. 

Augh! She knew she should have held onto that Grey Ghost toy instead of buying it for him on the spot! But how was she supposed to know that they’ll still be dating until now? She got him that gift during the first few months into their relationship. And she really wanted to get him something that was from his childhood that brought him joy. 

Oh, the smile he had that day when he saw the Grey Ghost figurine, and how his eyes lit up when he told her times he would ask his father if he could stay up just to watch the show. She can’t not get him that toy. 

Food was the safest option, and she already gave him homemade brownies that he could bring for patrol (at that time, Bruce didn’t know she knew he was Batman and just packed the brownies in a way he can easily put in his utility belt). She can’t give him the same thing again. Right?

Well, after they got back together, she most certainly can’t. It’s gotta be something special. 

But what?

What can she give him? 

A vacation? Yeah, right—a workaholic like him won’t use that. 

Dinner out? They always have dinner out.

The sound of her phone ringing pulled Vivian from her reverie and stopped her from staring at the shop selling Batman merchandise. 

It was Bruce.

Great.

“Hello?” Vivian answered.

“Is everything okay, Viv?” Bruce asked, quite concerned with the lack of her usual jolly greeting.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine. Just doing some last minute Holiday shopping.”

“You already left campus?”

“Yeah, sorry about not mentioning it. But I’m at the shopping district now, maybe we could meet there and have dinner here?”

“That’d be nice. Just send me a place for us to meet and I’ll meet you there.”

“Sure. See ya, Wayne.”

“See you, Pryor,” she was sure he was smiling then. 

Maybe she should just take a raincheck on that gift now and try again tomorrow.

Bruce arrived a couple of minutes later and they met at the restaurant that Vivian told him about. Unfortunately, the tables inside were already taken, so they opted for the ones outside, even if it meant being in the cold winter. 

“Are you sure you’re not freezing?” Bruce asked her as she held her hot coffee – not warm, hot – and drank it without burning her tongue. And the fact she had her bonnet, and her beige coat. 

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” Vivian asked.

“Where’s your scarf?” 

“I… accidentally left it at home, and I was running late so I didn’t bother to go back for it,” she winced as she admitted the childish thing.

Without a word, Bruce got up and moved his seat to be beside her, then placed his own scarf over her neck. 

“Bruce, no – you’ll be freezing,” Vivian tried to give it back.

“Trust me, I’m used to this. Besides, I got all the warmth I need,” he wrapped an arm around her.

Vivian hid her blush by drinking her coffee. “You know, I should be used to this kind of weather, but for some reason I never really got used to the cold.”

Bruce smirked and whispered to her ear, “Maybe I could help you warm up a little when we get to the manor?”

Vivian blushed even more and she tried to hide it. “And what about patrol?”

“That could wait. I can’t let you freeze to death,” Bruce placed a kiss on her cheek. She was cold. Really cold. “Why don’t you use your magic?”

Vivian groaned and wanted to hit herself. She’s been so preoccupied with finding him a gift that she forgot about magic! Back then she can use her magic easily and doesn’t need to shut if off to warm her in the winter or cool her in the summer. But with her stopping using magic, it was hard to get those habits back again. Especially when she got the pleasures of air conditioning and a working heater to do the job.

Has she become lazy? Yes, she won’t lie about that. She is a lazy witch, but she’s trying to get back on her feet.

Seeing her reaction, he laughed and said: “That’s why we practice.”

“Oh shut it,” Vivian used a spell and spread warmth around her and Bruce. She was about to hand back his scarf but he told her: “No, keep it. I like seeing you wear my things.”

“Is that so?”

“If only we could have the manor to ourselves, I'd prefer if you walk around wearing my clothes.”

“Just your clothes?”

“Just like that morning where you greeted me good morning,” Bruce leaned down to kiss her. That morning he was mentioning it was one of the days she spent the night at Wayne Manor. Vivian had woken up earlier than Bruce on a weekend and decided to stay in the room and relax a bit. She opted to wear one of his shirts instead of her own, as she asked Alfred if she could have them washed along with the others he was throwing in the washing machine. When Bruce woke up he was greeted by the sight of her looking through his personal book collection in the room, only wearing his shirt and nothing underneath. He knew she had nothing because whenever she would get on her toes to reach up for something at the top shelf, he'd see her bare bottom as the shirt would hike up. They spent the entire day trapped his room that day and when they got out for a late lunch, Dick was bored out of his mind. 

“Maybe,” Vivian said back between their kisses. When she felt his hand on her thigh, Vivian placed a hand on his chest and told him that they were in a public place.

“We've done far risky things,” he kept kissing her.

But not out there. 

He was only teasing her, she knew, but the anticipation on the what could possibly happen made her heart beat faster. 

“Where's the bill? Why is it taking so long?” Vivian muttered when she pulled away but ke kept kissing her on the side of her lips, her cheek, her jawline. 

“Impatient?”

“You're making it hard for me to be patient, Wayne,” she laughed.

“Bruce?” A voice of a woman had Bruce stop in his kisses and turn his attention to the woman standing there. She was tall, slender, wore a fur coat, and very beautiful. 

“Hi, um…” Bruce began.

“Stacy,” she supplied.

“Right, Stacy. How are things?”

“Same thing, getting modeling gigs for bigger brands – what about you? I haven't heard from you in a while.”

Oh. Stacy is one of billionaire-playboy Bruce Wayne's former flings, Vivian realized.

“Yes, because I'm now with someone — Stacy, this Professor Vivian Pryor. She works at Gotham University. Viv, this is Stacy, she's a model,” Bruce introduced.

Vivian got up and held out her hand to the woman. “Pleasure to meet you.”

The woman looked at her for a moment, taking her in from head to toe, and then took her hand to shake. Did she just judge her right there? Vivian thought.

“I guess you are in a serious relationship,” Stacy said to Bruce. “You’re not really the type of girls he would bring around every night.”

Did she just say she's ugly without saying she's ugly? Vivian raised a brow. 

“Right,” Vivian muttered.

“Stacy –” Bruce began.

“Where is that bill? I'll just go pay for our meal,” Vivian got her purse, and when Bruce tried to stop her, she said to him, “I'll be right back. Just catch up with Stacy while I'm pay.”

“Viv –”

Vivian left and went inside where she met halfway with the waiter about to bring their bill and said she'll do the transaction at the counter itself. He didn't mind but it did give off the wrong impression to other customers. After getting their takeaways for Dick and Alfred, Vivian went back out and found Bruce waiting for her by the door.

“Where'd your friend go?” She asked.

“She's not my friend, Viv,” Bruce took the takeaway bag. “Listen, whatever she implied — she's just being mean about –”

“Bruce, I'm fine. Do you really think I'd cry about something like that? I'm an adult woman, I've dealt with people worse than Stacy. So, that won't make feel bad. What I did there was just me getting out of an awkward situation. Okay?”

Bruce wasn't convinced, she could see it in his eyes. He wrapped his arm around her and placed a long and loving kiss on her lips.

“I love you, Viv,” he whispered to her.

A smile crept on her face. It was only a couple of days ago when they finally said their first ‘I love you’ to one another. And it was Bruce who said it first, and since then he would always say it to her with sincerity.

“I love you too, Bruce,” she kissed him again. “Let's go home.”

~*~

As promised, Bruce spent the night with her before going to patrol. He only dropped off the food for Dick and Alfred to the butler before pulling her along up the stairs and to his room, and calling out to Dick that they'll go out for patrol in a few hours so he should eat his dinner now. Vivian wasn't someone who was that into a praise kink, but she did appreciate the way Bruce kissed her body and how he literally got on his knees and kiss her thighs and then ate her out.

God, that man knew how to use his tongue. 

After what felt like an hour of love-making and cuddling in bed, Vivian was left lying in bed as Bruce got out of the shower and equipped himself with his Batman suit. 

“You're not getting dressed?” Bruce asked.

“No. Why does it bother you?” Vivian sat up, teasingly dropping the blanket, showing him her nude chest.

Bruce walked up to her and leaned down to kiss her lips. “I need to focus, Viv.”

“Think of this as something to look forward to when you get back.”

“Then I better make sure this patrol goes smoothly.”

“Take care out there, Batman. And look out for Boy Wonder.”

Bruce kissed her again said, “Yes, Ma'am.”

The knock on the door had them fix themselves, with Bruce pulling up his cowl, and Vivian the blanket to hide her body from Dick who opened the door.

“Thought so,” he muttered when he saw Vivian waving at him then turned to Bruce. “How long are you going to make me wait?”

“I'm coming,” Bruce said, making Vivian laugh.

“You two are gross,” said Dick.

“Let's go, chum,” Bruce ushered him out.

“Good luck! And stay safe out there!” Vivian called out.

“We will! Night, Viv!” Dick replied before Bruce closed the door.

Alone in the bedroom, Vivian got dressed in her underwear but wore one of Bruce's shirts and her trousers so she could roam around the manor. Might as well get familiar with the place. In one of her ventures in the manor, she came across a wall where a sword was supposed to be, she'd know because that wall mount was made for holding swords, and the mantle below it looked like it used to hold something too.

“There once was a crossbow displayed there,” Alfred's voice startled Vivian.

“Alfred, you scared me,” Vivian took a breath.

“Apologies, Professor Pryor,” Alfred approached her. “I presume all is well? Are you in need of a Plan B, Ma'am? After the last time Master Bruce went out to get one, I have decided to have one on hand in case of unplanned occasions.”

Vivian blushed in embarrassment. She's known Alfred for two years now and she's not sure if she's that close with him to talk about those things. AKA, her sex-life with the man he raised as a son. 

“No, I — uh — I… we were — Bruce was wearing a… condom,” she whispered the last part. “But thank you for mentioning it – hold on, is that why the last time I slept over there were Plan B pills on the bedside, with a glass of water?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Alfred, we do not deserve you,” Vivian laughed.

“No, you don't,” he joked. But their laughter ceased when they turned to the empty holders on the mantle and the wall. “Up there, there used to be a sword too. Young Master Bruce would call it Zorro's Sword because of how similar it looked to the prop in the film.”

Zorro, Vivian remembered. The night his parents were shot in that alley, they were coming out of the cinema after watching Zorro. 

“I see,” Vivian said. “And the crossbow?”

Alfred sighed and gestured for her to follow. “When he was a boy, there is a myth that parents in Gotham would tell their children about a secret organization dating hundreds of years back in Gotham City, it was said that they were built by Gotham's elite and they are the ones that rule Gotham in the shadows.”

“The Court of Owls,” Vivian said.

“Yes.”

“I read about them when I took a course in Gotham history, and I wrote about them in a section of my book as part of Gotham's history too. They say they wear owl masks too, hence the name… others claim it's nothing but a cover for a sex cult.”

“People's imaginations are much wilder now.”

“How does that connect to the crossbow?”

“Well, after the death of his parents, Master Bruce believed the Court of Owls were behind it and began his investigation. He would escape his room and his home in the middle of the night to investigate, bringing with him the crossbow. The first time he used it was to shoot an owl in the attic, after that I took the thing away and hid it. The young man knew where to find it and stole it and went off with his investigation.

“One day his investigation got him trapped in an old building at Gotham. He was missing for three days. When we found him, he was unconscious, dehydrated and starving. He was in a comatose for three days and when he woke, he finally gave up in his search and said that the Court of Owls,” he sighed. “Do not exist…”

Vivian frowned as she imagined a young Bruce Wayne going through that. He was just a boy and…

They arrived at the study where Alfred opened one of the secret cabinets and showed the crossbow.

“The only place I knew he wouldn't find it, and is under lock and key,” said Alfred. “I never put it back because I thought it would just bring back bad memories.”

“Just like the sword,” Vivian sighed. “I also noticed something missing from there. A photograph?”

“A small portrait of his great-grandfather, Alan Wayne. There were suspicions that he too was a member of the Court but no evidence showed that he was. Master Bruce had it removed… I'm afraid that section of the manor is simply filled with bad memories that Master Bruce would prefer to not see again.”

“I can’ only imagine why,” Vivian frowned. “When I first came here I felt how heavy the manor was. The long history it holds and the tragedy that happened to Thomas and Martha Wayne and how it affected Bruce.” Her eyes went to the portrait in the study, it was of the Wayne family – Thomas, Martha, and a young Bruce.  “I could only imagine how lively this place was when Mrs. Wayne was alive and running the show.”

“It was. In fact, there were many of us staff here. But paranoia got to Master Bruce that he had everyone dismissed but me. His guardian, and the only one he trusted. It took him a long time before he opened the manor again to people, and not just for parties, but for someone to freely walk its halls again,” Alfred's gaze was on her, she could feel it. “May I speak freely, Professor Pryor?”

Vivian's brows furrowed. “Of course, what is it?”

“I do hope you do not take this badly but, ever since Master Bruce brought you to the Manor, and the days you spend here, this old girl started to feel like how it was when Martha Wayne was around. When both of them were here, and when young Master Bruce used to run around causing trouble, bringing laughter in its halls. And though I know that the young Master Bruce will never return after that night, you have brought back a ray of hope and happiness in him, and it makes this old man glad to see him smile again.”

Vivian looked away in embarrassment.

Seeing her reaction, Alfred thought he have overstepped his ground and made her feel awkward with that weight of information and tried to apologize, “I meant, your presence brings light in the manor as well – and Master Dick around, he too livens up the place. I'm not saying that it's just because of you — Master Bruce very much cares for you, Professor Pryor. He cares deeply.”

“I understand what you meant,” Vivian said. “I can imagine how the place would look like in the holidays. I bet the manor used to be its own Christmas village with everyone here.”

“You can say so. Thomas and Martha Wayne would always invite the families of the staff to join us for the Christmas dinners — if they wish the spend the holidays here — and Master Bruce would play with the other children. He was loved by all, Master Bruce, that in the morning of Christmas, the staff would leave trails of little presents for him to look around in the manor. His own little treasure hunt.”

Vivian laughed but an idea came to mind.

“You know, Alfred, you just saved me another trip aimlessly walking around Gotham's shopping district.”

~*~

On the day of Christmas, Bruce woke up later than the others. Nothing new. Oddly enough, neither Alfred, Dick, nor Vivian were in the sitting room, the dining area, nor the kitchen. But there was a note that stuck on the fridge written in Vivian's penmanship that they were having a late lunch at the solar in the East Wing of the manor. Then in Alfred's penmanship saying: I brought the coffee here, Sir. No need to work in the kitchen. Right, he was banned from using the kitchen.

Walking the familiar path to the solar, Bruce looked around his surroundings, to see if there was anything different in the manor. He noticed the new curtains that Alfred had installed for the holidays. It was in the shades of emerald and maroon; then there were the Christmas decorations. He wondered how many trees there were in the manor. There was one in the sitting room, but then there was another in this area but smaller. Have they always had that many in the place during the holidays? 

He made a mental note to tell Alfred to stop with the extra trees. They rarely go to the other parts of the manor anyway. 

Then he saw it. The mantle where the crossbow and the sword used to be, but then something was off. There were other things that took the place of the sword and crossbow. On the wall-mounted holder, instead of the old sword he used to play with as a kid (despite his parents telling him not to) were candy canes that form an ‘x’, the on the wall where he have removed Alan Wayne's photo, in its place was  a photo that he was sure he never saw before. 

It was a enlarged photo booth photo of Vivian, Dick, and Alfred, all wearing Santa hats and were holding a card that says: “Happy Holidays! Congratulations on finding the first clue! We're not in the Solar, but you can find us by solving that clue.”

Bruce looked down on the mantle and saw the Christmas card with a cheesy holiday photo, and inside was a note written with Vivian's penmanship. It was a riddle, a poorly made one and he answered easily, and then at the very bottom she made a post-script: sorry for the shitty riddle, but hurry up!

Laughing, Bruce brought the card with him and went to the next destination. It was to the West Wing gallery. He used to go there and look at the paintings his mother purchased. Now it was empty but for one frame pinned to the wall with a photo of Alfred wearing a Santa Claus getup and a note telling him to wear the the jumper and to answer the riddle.

What jumper? He thought. Then he saw the present on the console and opened the box. 

No.

It was an ugly Christmas jumper. 

He hated those, even when he was a kid.

Inside the box there was another note, this time it was Vivian's handwriting: it's a holiday thing, wear it. Then in Alfred's handwriting, it had cypher. No sweat, he solved it easily and went to the next destination, on the way he was changing into the jumper — it was emerald with Christmas balls going a cross this torso. The next place was at the Great Hall where he would host parties. When he was a boy his parents would host galas there, and he would watch from the top of the stairs.

This time it was Dick's photo he saw with a present. Dick was wearing an elf's hat and ears and was holding the note with the riddle of the next place. The sitting room, he answered, and inside the box was a Santa Hat for him to wear.

Venturing back to the sitting room, he expected them to be there but the place was empty and the same as he left it earlier but for the present that was placed on the table. Opening the box he was met by an old Grey Ghost merchandise and inside was the photo of Vivian holding the last note — he hoped it was.

Say: wohs sevlesrouy.

“Wohs sevlesrouy,” Bruce did what he was told to. Was that a spell? He thought, then one moment the sitting room was empty with just the tree and the small decorations, now there were food on the table, the tree filled with presents, and a fire lit to keep them warm. Looking behind him, he saw Alfred, Dick, and Vivian standing there, all wearing Christmas jumpers and Santa hats.

“Happy Holidays!” They greeted him.

Bruce smiled and let out a laugh. “You did all that so you can set this up?”

“Actually, we were already here when you first came,” Dick said.

“What do you…”

“I did a little spell to get you to do this little treasure hunt that I set up with Alfred and Dick's help,” Vivian answered. “I used a spell to hide us and only when you say the words in this card,” she showed the card he held. “Will the glamor be removed and appear ourselves to you. Merry Christmas, my love.”

“Is this your Christmas gift to me? A little treasure hunt?” Bruce wrapped his arms around her.

“Yes, and that Grey Ghost toy. Did you enjoy it?” Vivian asked.

Bruce leaned down and kissed her lips. “I did. Very much, especially the photos. I think I'll keep them up somewhere so we get to see them… but the jumper.”

“Every family has an ugly Christmas jumper, and since we are a family we should to. So, you cannot take that off, Wayne.”

“Yes, Ma'am,” he kissed her again and again and again –

“Ahem!” Dick called for their attention. “We're right here, and I am starving!”

“Alright, alright, kiddo,” Vivian laughed and released Bruce but took his hand to lead him to the couch to sit as she and Alfred handed over the plates for food and hot cocoa for everyone. “Also, there is another thing for the holidays,” Vivian conjured something from midair. It was an old-looking book. “When I was a girl my dad would always read to me and my Mom, and later my siblings A Christmas Carol, maybe we can read this together later?”

Bruce smiled and took her hand. “We can read it by the fire before heading to bed.”

As they had their holiday meal as a family, Bruce's smile never fell as he watched his family enjoy the holidays, and as new traditions take place.

~ Many Years Later ~

Mastering the art of gift-giving was a skill that Vivian had to learn gradually, especially when it comes to Bruce. Her first successful and real gift became their family tradition of a holiday treasure-hunt for the children around the manor, ugly holiday jumpers, and from reading classic Christmas stories to watching Christmas movies all bundled together by the fire. As the years progressed, her gifts to Bruce had one focal point: family. 

While he looks like a man who has everything with his riches, Bruce Wayne is one of the loneliest person in the world and Vivian realized that the best gift she could give him was something he will remember. Not material things but memories that he will cherish and that would always make him laugh.

And those holiday memories were frozen in time by photos they would take by the tree every year and were placed on the mantle where everyone’s stockings are. Before it was just the photo of Bruce, Vivian, Alfred, and Dick, with their respective stockings – which Alfred made – hanging by the fire; then came Jason and they got another photo the family with him and his own stocking, then Tim, the Cassandra, Stephanie and Damian, Duke, Kate would join occasionally, and the latest one was with Valerie in her holiday onesie and still a baby sleeping in her mother’s arms. 

This year, they plan to have another family photo with Valerie, now two-years-old  and can stay awake with them for a bit longer to get a photo. Also because she requested they take it again with Greg this time. How can they say no to that?

But holiday traditions don’t always go as planned. 

One of the new traditions of the Wayne family was to do volunteer work around Gotham a day before Christmas. With Vivian bringing with her Valerie, who she carried in a carrier on her back (the girl enjoys using that) they were with Dick and Damian at the petting zoo where they helped animals and the children visiting. Valerie enjoyed her time with the animals and the other kids who welcomed her in their circle. At first they were a little intimidated, she was a Wayne after all, but then Valerie fell on the snow and dirtied her clothes and they all realized that she was just like them. A kid who gets their clothes dirty too. 

It was a fun sight to see her daughter play with the other children of Gotham, especially those from the orphanage that Martha Wayne put up.

“The kid’s a natural in making friends,” Dick said while holding Haley in his arms. 

“She is,” Vivian laughed as she saw one of the children holding Valerie and bringing her back.

“Mrs. Wayne, I think she’s freezing now,” the children said.

One cue, Valerie sneezed and snot came out.

“Ew,” the children laughed.

“Okay, time to warm up,” Vivian took Valerie and hugged her tight in her jacket to give her warmth. Dick helped in wiping her nose clean and putting his bonnet on Valerie to keep her warm. “Did you have fun?”

Valerie nodded and pointed to the direction of the children watching her. “Play?”

“Sorry, Val, you gotta get warm or you’ll be sick on Christmas,” the children said.

Valerie pouted.

“Here, we made this for you,” one of the children held out a carved toy out of wood. It was one of the activities in the place for the children to enjoy. Simple wood carving where they can make toys of their own. “It was Peter who made it and he’s really good at carving wood.”

The toy was a nutcracker and Valerie happily accepted it and said thank you.

“She won’t let go of that tonight,” Vivian said. “Thank you. I hope everyone had fun.”

“We did. Thanks, Mrs. Wayne. If Val needs friends she can visit any time – we’ll be right there at the orphanage.”

Vivian smiled sadly and reached out to mess with their hair. “I hope everything is okay there. Is it warm in the orphanage?”

“Yeah! We got the new heaters and the blankets too! Mrs. Hall said we were going to have Christmas dinner too!”

At that moment, Jason and the others who knew how to cook were helping out in preparing the children’s Christmas dinner. An early start but nothing beats a good meal after a day of playing in the snow.

“Why don’t we head inside and have some hot chocolate. I got someone do a run so we can all get warm in there, besides I’m sure the animals are cold now too,” Vivian got up and ushered everyone inside the petting zoo. Inside they were greeted by the sight of Bruce waiting with the table of hot cocoa and snacks for everyone to enjoy, and presents that sat in a huge red sack in the corner.

“Thanks, Mr. Wayne!” The children said as they lined up to get their cocoa and snack.

After greeting the children and handing each of them presents, Bruce went to his family who sat at one of the tables with their own drink and snack.

“Did Val get sick?” Bruce asked when he noticed his daughter’s red nose.

“Nothing I can’t fix,” Vivian winked at him. “She was having so much fun that she didn’t realize she was freezing. The kids brought her back when they saw the snot coming down.”

“Dada!” Valerie reached for him.

Bruce happily took his daughter and let her sit on his lap while he cleaned her face.

“Jason said that the dinner for the children are almost done, we can head back to the orphanage after they finish their drinks and snacks,” said Bruce.

“Good, because that’s all they’ve been talking about. And tomorrow, I can’t wait for our little family holiday tradition,” Vivian kissed his cheek. “Got everything set in the manor?”

Bruce smirked. “Damian won’t find the clues that easily this time, and I made sure that Val can participate too.”

“The Wayne Family Holiday Treasure Hunt. And after that we could watch Polar Express or Klaus for the movies? Those were the top two picks for tonight.”

“We’ll see, let’s have them battle it out the old fashion way.”

“Rock-paper-scissors?”

“Exactly.”

The sound of his phone ringing had Bruce reaching for it to answer. It was Alfred. Upon answering, he was met by the worried voice of the man at the other line with disturbing news. Seeing the expression on his face, Vivian knew what it meant. 

“Understood, I’m heading back now,” Bruce ended the call. He then turned to his wife with an apologetic look on his face. “Something happened in Central Gotham, I need to go. I’ll take Damian with me. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’ll handle things here. Go and take Dick with you too.”

“No, Dick will stay with you. I won’t feel comfortable with leaving you both alone until you’re both at the manor,” Bruce leaned down to kiss her and then he kissed Val on top of her head. “I’ll be back.”

“Dada?” Val asked, feeling that her father was going to leave again.

“I’m sorry, Val, but Dada needs to take care of something.”

As if she understood, Val nodded and placed a sloppy and snotty kiss on his cheek. Bruce didn’t mind, he just wiped the snot off once his daughter wasn’t looking. Getting up, Bruce called for Damian and the two of them were running out of the place. Vivian had to make an excuse that it was some sort of emergency that they needed to see in the manor. 

~*~

Returning to the Manor, Dick, Jason, and the others had to head to the cave and get change so they can join Batman and Robin in the case, this left Vivian, Valerie, and Alfred in the house. As much as they would have wanted to wait for the others to return for dinner, Valerie was hungry and Alfred had medicine he needed to take for his ailments. After dinner, Vivian had Alfred rest for the night, reminding him that she can do the dishes while giving Valerie a bath (“Alfred, the best gift you can give me is seeing you relax,” Vivian joked, “Let me handle these.”).

“Dada?” Valerie asked while playing with her toys in the tub.

“Dada is at work with Damian and the others,” Vivian washed the soap off them both.

Valerie grabbed the Bat-duckie (a rubber-duck with Batcowl that Stephanie saw and bought) and showed it to her mother.

“Yup, Bat-duckie,” Vivian laughed. “Okay, duckie, time to get out.”

After draining the tub, Vivian took her daughter and brought her to the master bedroom’s bed. With Bruce still out, she decided to let Valerie sleep there with her until her father comes home. Besides, Bruce tends to take their daughter from her nursery and have her sleep between them every after his patrol.

Putting on the Batman onesie, Valerie started crawling towards the three books Vivian had put out for her to choose from for tonight’s reading, but Vivian pulled her back, making the girl laugh, so she could finish doing the buttons of the clothes.

“Alright, alright, go pick one for storytime,” Vivian took the chance to finish getting dressed as her daughter crawled towards the books and inspected each one, as if it were the first time she was reading them again. But with how the corners were creased and the pages have seen better days, that was the hundredth time they’ve read those books and Valerie doesn’t get tired of them.

When Valerie didn’t seem to find anything she liked, the toddler crawled down the bed, clutching on the comforter for leverage, and ran to her reading nook at her father’s bedside and choose from the handful of books they keep there.

“You miss, Dada, don’t you?” Vivian whispered as she watched the girl look closely at the Father-Daughter’s pile of books.

Valerie finally found the book she wanted to read and showed it to her mother. It was Disney's Treasure Planet Children's Storybook, one of their daughter’s favorite movies of all after watching it with Dick and Barbara. When she saw that in the bookstore, she immediately showed it to her father and asked him to read it to her. Bruce purchased the book – not caring of its expensive price since it’s one of the collectable items of the movie – and would read it to her every night she would ask him to.

“Let’s go,” Vivian pulled her daughter up to the bed and had them snuggle under the covers. “Where did you and Dada left off?”

Valerie turned the pages until they came across the part where Silver and Hawkins opened the gate of Treasure Planet. They began their story, with Vivian using different voices for each character and – to make it interesting – used her magic to pop-out the characters from the book and move around before them. Valerie listened and watched intensely as they read the story, following the words that would pop out of the pages for her to remember what they look like and sound like. Eventually – before they could make it to the end – Valerie fell asleep.

Yawning, Vivian checked the time –

It was that late already? She thought. Maybe this case was a little too much for Batman and his Robins.

Or not.

The bedroom door creaked open and in came Batman with his cowl pulled down and his gaze never leaving the sight of his wife and daughter in bed about to go to sleep. 

“You’re still awake?” Bruce asked.

“She just fell asleep,” Vivian answered and greeted him with a kiss. “How was the emergency.”

“Handled. It was Faust causing trouble, we handled it with the League. Harley Quinn was there.”

“To lend a hand or cause chaos?”

“Both,” Bruce let his cowl and cape drop, along with his gloves so he could pick up his daughter from the bed. “You finished the book without me?”

“No, we haven’t reached the ending yet. She misses you, that’s why she wanted to read it,” Vivian placed it back on his bedside. Watching him cradle their daughter would always bring a warmth in her chest that had Vivian fall in love all over for him. The look in his eyes as he watched their daughter spoke a thousand words of love; the way he held her looked like someone holding a porcelain doll and a cherished treasure. 

It was as if Valerie didn’t poop or puke on them both as she grew up. 

“I’ll take her back to her nursery,” Bruce said to her.

“What do you mean? Don’t you want her to sleep here beside us?”

“I do, she does every night, and I love it. But I feel like I haven’t been a husband to my wife for a while now,” Bruce turned to her with those blue eyes of his that would still make her blush.

“You haven’t neglected me, if that’s what you mean,” Vivian reassured him.

“I’ll be right back,” With that, he left, bringing with him Valerie who he placed in her crib, tucked in with Echo and Greg the Gargoyle around her. When he came back, he had with him the baby monitor, which he tossed at Vivian’s direction before heading to the shower. 

Hearing the water running and the door slightly ajar, Vivian thought for a moment and decided – fuck it, she can just dry her hair again with magic later. Getting up, she took off her clothes and knocked on the shower door.

“Is there something you need?” Bruce asked but he froze when he saw her standing here in the nude.

“Maybe you want some company?” Vivian shrugged.

He moved aside to let her in, and as soon as the shower door was shut, he caged his wife against the wall and captured her in a kiss. 

“I missed you,” Bruce whispered as he trailed kisses down her neck.

“I miss you too,” she wrapped her arms around him. When he pulled away from the kiss, Vivian thought he wanted something specific and was about to go down on her knees when but Bruce held her up.

“No. I just want you here with me,” He wrapped his arms around her and buries his face at the base of her neck. 

Smiling, Vivian turned off the shower and opened the door. “Okay,” she whispered and held him tight.

~*~

In bed, the couple laid in each others arms as they enjoyed each other's company in silence. It was one of the beauties of their relationship, they can just be there without saying a word or doing anything. Even the silence was enough for them, all that matters was they have each other's company.

“Our anniversary is coming,” Bruce suddenly spoke.

“Bruce, it won't be until April,” Vivian laughed. “You're way to advanced.”

“We didn't do much this year, so I was thinking we take a trip. Just the two of us.”

“Where?”

Bruce adjusted his hold on her, propping her leg over him and holding her even closer. “That's why I mentioned it now because I know it'll take us time to find the right place.”

“Kind of hard since we've gone to most of the cities around the world.”

“Not always for pleasure, most of the time it's because of work. Both our day jobs and the League. Do you have any place in mind you want to spend at least two days of vacation?”

She turned to her husband in disbelief. “You are initiating a two-day vacation? Ha! You are growing old, my love. Back then I can't even get you to agree to one night trip to New York.”

“We had our honeymoon that lasted for two weeks. And come on, it's New York, Viv.”

She rolled her eyes. “The New Jerseyan in you is coming out. What's gotten you to think like this, Batman?”

Bruce laughed and kissed her. 

He's avoiding the question.

Bruce never kept secrets from her, but he does tend to procrastinate when it was something that would make her worry or could possibly ruin the mood they were in.

“Bruce.”

Another kiss.

“My love, tell me,” she softly pushed him away.

Sighing, he admitted: “The other night, I was chasing a teenager who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. And in the chase my knee…”

“Oh, Bruce,” Vivian sat up and had him lay on his back.

“Viv, come back.”

“I know, but let me see,” She pulled down the blanket and propped his heavy leg on her lap. The stitches from his multiple surgeries were the first thing she saw, along with the scars she got from being Batman. Seeing them, she leaned down and kissed the part where the biggest scar was. It was when she thought she might have to amputate his leg but Vivian healed him and held him together until they got him to a surgeon that fixed his injuries.

“Did it hurt tonight?” She asked him.

“No.”

She looked at him with a deadpan look.

“There was some slight feeling of discomfort.”

Placing a hand on his knee, Vivian began the spell that spread warmth throughout his veins and muscles and had Bruce sighing in relief.

She scoffed. “Not in pain, huh? Don't even think about sitting up.”

“Yes, Ma'am.”

“Who else knows about this?”

“Oracle.”

“Clark?”

There was a moment of silence before he admitted. “I asked him to use his x-ray vision to see the problem.”

“Good to know that you would go to your husband first before your wife,” she teased him, which earned a poke on the side, which tickled her. “Does it feel better now?”

“Yes. Can you, please, lay down with me?” Bruce pulled her to his side again. “If you're wondering about if I have thought about retiring, it has crossed my mind…”

“I just want you to still be you when you finally decide to pass on the cowl or hang it up in the cave. You're not getting any younger, you know, you're becoming an old man,” they laughed.

“An old man with a young wife.”

“Please, forties is not young.”

“You still look young.”

“I have white hair now, and I'm getting more wrinkles.”

“You're still beautiful, Viv.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t.”

Bruce laughed and kissed his wife. “There are times when I think that this is just a never ending battle. That I should just let it be because Batman can't save people from themselves. I cannot save Gotham from itself. The people here refuse change. This is the world they want.”

Vivian frowned as she remembered the night he said something similar and broke down, he did consider hanging up the cowl but then one night there were no violent crimes in Gotham. Just one night of it gave him hope that it was possible. But now…

“But whenever I see our daughter… I don't want to lose that light in her eyes. I want her to still have hope and to live in this city without fearing its streets.”

“I know,” Vivian held him tight. “It's difficult for you to accept defeat, but Bruce one man can only do so much, and I think Batman has done enough. He has brought not just fear to his enemies but hope to those he helps. To those he protects. I don't care what they say about Superman or Wonder Woman, you are a man, and you are able to do all of this. Batman is and will always be the greatest hero there is, and the lessons you passed down to everyone will be your legacy.

“And though I know it's hard to accept the truth, the truth is… this war you've been fighting won't end with you. And I have accepted that — and I know Val has her father's good and caring heart, she will be the Batman's legacy too along with her brothers and sisters.”

Bruce held her tight. “Would it be alright if you hold on to that watch for a while?”

Vivian smiled and kissed him. “I'll hold on to it until you're ready to hang up the cowl… or maybe I can pawn it for a while… get something for myself while I wait.”

“Smartass,” Bruce laughed and pulled her to lay on top of him. Their digital clock sounded a short and soft alarm. It was midnight now. “Merry Christmas, Viv.”

“Merry Christmas, Bruce,” Vivian leaned down and kissed him. In their kiss, Bruce let out a throaty groan as he felt her pressing down on him. When he pulled away to ask, Vivian answered him by taking off her shirt and her bottoms, then said, “Part one of my gift.”

“I thought holiday sex isn't a gift,” he smirked.

“It's not, but it is the holidays, so gotta have a theme.”

“Please don't tell me you have a Mrs. Claus lingerie with you.”

“No, but,” she reached under her pillow and placed a hat on Bruce's head. It was a Santa hat. “But that will do.”

Laughing, Bruce sat up and kissed his wife deeply and pulled her closer to him as she pulled down his underwear and ground herself on his growing erection. 

“Happy holidays, Mr. Pryor,” Vivian gasped as she sank down on him.

Bruce let out a sigh of pleasure to be in her warmth. “Happy holidays, Mrs. Wayne.”

~*~

When Damian saw his little sister climbing down her crib, he shrugged it off and simply watched as she carefully gripped the handles and took one step at a time until she was down, with the family cats and dogs, and Greg the Gargoyle. 

“Very good, Val,” Damian commended her.

“Dami! Mewwy ‘smas!” Valerie hugged his leg.

“Merry Christmas to you too, Val,” he picked her up. “Let's go brush your teeth then we can wake Mom and Father.”

To tease him, Valerie blew her morning breath at her brother and Damian hummed in displeasure. “Hmm.”

A quick trip to the bathroom to brush her teeth and Damian standing outside the bathroom with the door shut as she did her business, until she called out to him saying: “Done!” And he would go in and help her clean up. 

“Come on, let's surprise Mom with the jumpers she got us,” Damian changed her out of the pajamas and into the Christmas jumpers they would get every year for the family. This year, their theme was Super-Holiday Jumpers. It was Stephanie's idea when she and Tim found the whole set in the mall and bought one for everyone to wear. He was wearing a Robin jumper that had the insignia at the very middle incorporated to the design, and Val wore a red and gold one that had the Wonder Woman symbol at the front. 

“And the finishing touch,” he placed the mini-Santa hat on her head. Val laughed and started pulling him along.

Standing before their parents’ bedroom door, Damian had Valerie stand by the wall with her eyes closed as he knocked loud and called out, “I'm coming in!” then waited a few seconds before opening the door to check. Good, they were dressed in their holiday jumpers, but oddly enough the Santa hat was on the ground at this time of day.

“New wake up call?” Vivian said to him.

“It was my way to make sure Valerie does not have to go through that nightmare of seeing what we all saw then while at a young age,” said Damian. “Coast is clear, Val.”

From the door, Valerie walked into their parents’ bedroom and ran to her father who scooped her off the ground. “Good morning, Val,” Bruce greeted her.

“Mownee!” Valerie said, and right on time her stomach growled.

“Okay, time for breakfast, and once everyone is here, the Wayne Family Treasure Hunt will begin,” Vivian had Damian under her wing and led him out the room and to the kitchen.

With Jason staying at the manor for the holidays, he's taking the task in preparing the meals with Alfred helping in some way. For breakfast, he surprised everyone with a holiday themed meal, and Val's favorite which he served in her favorite plate too.

Not long after – with the dishes washing themselves – one by one everyone was arriving at the manor wearing their favorite super-holiday jumpers, bringing food for dinner, and a competitive look on their faces knowing what's to come.

Gathered in the sitting room, Vivian, Bruce, and Alfred stood before everyone else as they waited for the two teams to finalize each other. Dick's team got Barbara, Stephanie, and Cassandra; and Jason's team got Tim, Damian, and Duke. Val will be participating as a guide for both teams to accomplish all of the tasks. Bruce made some tasks that need both teams to work together so Valerie could play with all of them.

“I'm telling you now, it's not going to be easy this year,” Vivian told them.

“Please, you said that last year and we finished it before you can finish a bottle of scotch,” Jason teased.

“Trust me, this is harder, and you'll need these too,” Bruce tossed them back their coats and helped Valerie in hers. “The clues are not just in the manor, it spans all around the estate.”

All cockiness flew out the window as they realized how big Wayne Estate was.

“You're joking, right?” Barbara asked.

“This will be a test of physical and mental skill, and baby skills too. The living room will be your base for every treasure you find,” Vivian handed Valerie to Jason as she started to make grabbing motions at him. “We made sure to put a line as well,” she gestured the magically conjured line between the teams and the sides of the room. “So no one would go on a territory war. You got until three in the afternoon to finish the task.”

“So, it's that difficult, huh?” Stephanie laughed. “Okay, that's interesting.”

“Everyone starts here inside and around the manor, so Val can play too. But when it's time for the excavations, she'll be having her nap.”

“Gotta prepare for Christmas dinner and movie night, huh?” Tim took a photo of Val and Cassandra playing some clapping game.

Vivian then placed the two Christmas cards with the first riddle on the table. One red and the other blue. “Alfred, do the honors,” she gestured to the man.

“With this, the Wayne Family Holiday Treasure Hunt begins,” Alfred started the clock, and Dick and Jason grabbed the cards and started reading it silently with their teams. 

“Got it!” Tim and Stephanie exclaimed and were leading their teams to the direction of the attic, leaving a trail of laughter, competition, and the sound of Valerie giggling.

~*~

The treasure hunt went on for hours with each team solving puzzles that involved them using what they learned from Batman, and some that they needed Valerie to accomplish. They got five pieces of the piece they were going to build and set them on each of their tables in the living room where the timer was. When the next clue was leading them out to the vast estate, they had to give Val to Vivian, who was now asking for nap time. 

All the fun and excitement got her tired.

“Time's running out,” Vivian noted the clock that was fifteen minutes from the end.”

“They almost got it,” Bruce showed her the camera feed that showed Damian and Cassandra going against each other to get to their piece first. It was Cassandra who got it first and she jumped down for Jason to catch and the whole team ran back to the vehicle they used and head back to the manor, but Dick's team wasn't far off and they were racing back to the manor.

Vivian took the walkie talkie, which they gave to each team lead, and said to all of them, “You better not crash.”

They saw them laughing and stepped on it.

“I tell them to be careful and they push on the gas,” she sighed.

When the teams arrived at the teams arrived, they raced to the living room and were now building the piece that Bruce hid around the estate. 

“Come on, Grayson!” Damian said as they built whatever it was they were building. 

“Jason, get your stubby fingers out of the way!” Stephanie exclaimed and took over.

“DONE!” They all called out.

“And thirty seconds to spare,” Duke proudly said. “What is this, anyway?” 

They were all wondering what that does. It looked like a Christmal tree decor – red and blue.

“Not quite,” Vivian smirked.

Tim and Stephanie groaned and grabbed each of their ornament and ran to the tree, looking for that one piece that was missing in the pattern. 

That's why the tree looked a person with OCD made it! It was a missing piece for the tree!

“Hand it over, Drake!” Damian grabbed the ornament and hung it at the very top where the missing piece is suppose to be, just as Stephanie shoved hers at the bottom that was out of reach.

“HA!” They all declared they have won.

“With ten seconds to spare,” Bruce mused. “Congratulations.”

“What's the prize?” Barbara asked.

“Well, team Blue won,” Vivian got out an envelope for them. “Gift cards for shopping – special gift cards that you can use for anything you want.”

Dick's team cheered and howled in success, all taking an expensive gift card for their spending.

“Damnit!” Jason muttered. He was glaring at Dick as the eldest Robin gloated. “Oh, shut the fu--”

“Mowning!” Valerie entered the living room in her holiday pajamas and still rubbing her eyes to get the sleep out of them.

“Aw, good afternoon, Val!” Vivian scooped up her daughter. “Dick’s team won. Why don't you give Jay and the others a hug too cheer them up.”

Valerie reached out to Jason and snuggled in his arms and then fell asleep again. 

“I guess she's still sleepy,” Jason laughed and cradled her.

“Christmas Dinner isn't until later, so let her sleep,” said Bruce. “Is it alright if she stays with you? She looks comfortable there.”

“Yeah, she's good here,” Jason sat down on the couch. “I guess the presents can wait later when she wakes up.”

“I think we can hand out the other presents since Babs and Duke still have to go to their families,” Vivian shrugged.

They all agreed and gathered around to get their gifts. Vivian and Bruce handed out the gifts under the tree, skipping Valerie's gifts for the girl to open later. When they opened their gifts, everyone was happy to get what they always wanted. The gifts that Bruce got were more sentimental with Jason finally fixing Thomas Wayne's old broken watch and handing it as a gift after all this time, Dick giving him a framed photo from one of the early days of being just the four of them in the manor, and from Vivian was a photo album that collected their memories throughout the years, from their days when they were still dating until their life as a married couple, and now with their family.

The sight of their real wedding had Bruce smiling. Gotham doesn't know about that one, but it was the most intimate and most memorable one for him.

Taking his wife by her chin, Bruce had her face him to place a kiss on her lips. No words, but Vivian knew what he meant and pressed her forehead on his.

“From our first case to our last,” Bruce murmured.

“From our first case to our last,” she said back.

“Val's awake!” Cassandra helped the girl up and handed her a glass of water. “Presents?”

The word had the sleep disappear from her eyes and Valerie jumped down and ran to the tree, dragging Cassandra with her.

“From me,” Cassandra held out the present to Valerie.

As Valerie started to unwrap the presents, Barbara and the others started taking photos and videos of the moment for them to look back to. In their line of work, it's these little moments that they live for. It's also what reminds them of what they are fighting for.

[violetganache42]

Since the first poll was a success, I'm gonna do it again!

I didn't even think of doing this in the first poll, but under the cut is a lineup of all the episodes, movies, and shorts we have seen in the second batch of watch parties.

Mystery Night

Mickey Mouse (2013) - "No"

DuckTales (1987) - "Duckman of Aquatraz"

DuckTales (2017) - "McMystery at McDuck McManor!"

"Clock Cleaners"

The Great Mouse Detective

Mermaid Night

"Sea Scouts"

Darkwing Duck - "Something Fishy"

DuckTales (2017) - "The Lost Harp of Mervana!"

Mickey Mouse (2013) - "Wonders of the Deep"

The Little Mermaid (1989)

Duckburg Adventures Night

"Chef Donald"

DuckTales (1987) - "Send in the Clone", "Dough Ray Me", and "The Good Muddahs"

DuckTales (2017) - "Daytrip of Doom!", "Who is Gizmoduck?!", and "Happy Birthday Doofus Drake!"

Mickey Mouse (2013) - "Swimmin' Hole"

Dad Night

"Donald's Happy Birthday"

Darkwing Duck - "Darkly Dawns the Duck" and "Life, the Negaverse, and Everything"

DuckTales (2017) - "What Ever Happened to Donald Duck?!"

Mickey Mouse (2013) - "Goofy's Grandma"

A Goofy Movie (Rewatch)

Triplets Night

"Donald's Nephews"

DuckTales (1987) - "Allowance Day"

Quack Pack - "Can't Take a Yolk"

House of Mouse - "Music Day"

DuckTales (2017) - "The Split Sword of Swanstantine!", "The Fight for Castle McDuck!", and "Day of the Only Child!"

Future and Pirate Night

"No Sail"

DuckTales (1987) - "Duck to the Future"

DuckTales (207) - "Sky Pirates…in the Sky!"

Marshmello x DuckTales - Fly (Music Video)

Treasure Planet

Competition Night

"Polar Trappers"

Quack Pack - "Need for Speed"

DuckTales (2017) - "The Missing Links of Moorshire!"

Mickey Mouse (2013) - "Dog Show"

An Extremely Goofy Movie

Triple Halloween 2024 Nights

Halloween 2024 Night #1

DuckTales (1987) - "Magica's Shadow War"

DuckTales (2017) - "The Other Bin of Scrooge McDuck!" and "A Nightmare on Killmotor Hill!"

Coraline

Halloween 2024 Night #2

DuckTales (1987) - "Earth Quack" and "Ducky Horror Picture Show"

Quack Pack - "The Boy Who Cried Ghost"

Darkwing Duck - "Hot Spells"

DuckTales (2017) - "Terror of the Terra-firmians!"

Halloween 2024 Night #3

DuckTales (2017) - "The Trickening!" (Rewatch) and "The Town Where Everyone was Nice!" (Rewatch)

Coco

Webby Night

DuckTales (1987) - "Cold Duck" and "The Good Muddahs" (Rewatch)

DuckTales (2017) - "Daytrip of Doom!" (Rewatch), "From the Confidential Casefiles of Agent 22!" (Rewatch), and "The Last Adventure!"

Glomgold Night

DuckTales (2017) - "The Ballad of Duke Baloney!", "The 87 Cent Solution!" (Rewatch), "Raiders of the Doomsday Vault!", and "GlomTales!"

DuckTales (1987) - "Master of the Djinni" (Rewatch) and "A Whale of a Bad Time"

Christmas 2024 Night

Mickey's Christmas Carol (technically a rewatch since it was featured in Snowed in at the House of Mouse)

DuckTales (2017) - "Last Christmas!" (Rewatch) and "How Santa Stole Christmas!" (Rewatch)

Darkwing Duck - "It's a Wonderful Leaf" (Rewatch)

Mickey Mouse (2013) - "Duck the Halls: A Mickey Mouse Christmas Special"

[melodymunson]

Stranger Things to do list series chapters 3 & 4

Chapters 3 and 4

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Chapter 3- Edwina Munson (oc) x reader

I want a girl with lips like morphine.

Hanging out with Edwina leads to some fun times, especially after a Plasmatics concert.

Wednesday afternoon you were going to the adult store, and knew Edwina would be working a shift that time and day. Heather dropped you off at the mall a block away from the store. There was no way you could tell her where you were going. Once you entered the store– wearing your favorite Dio shirt and Sabbath vest paired with spandex black pants and platform-heeled boots- you went to the back of the store and began looking around. Edwina was reading a Fangoria magazine; an issue of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre's Leatherface.

She looked so hot; wearing all leather and showing off some cleavage. She was known around town for being loved by the ladies, but she also liked guys. It was nice to have another bisexual woman around. Rumor had it her twin Eddie was also bisexual. Pretending you knew what you were doing as you began to browse, you took note of the toys and the videos around. Family Video had an adult section apparently, but this adult store was the only place you could buy them in Hawkins.

There were so many toys to choose from and quite a wide selection. It was overwhelming. The music playing and knowing Edwina was nearby put you in your happy place. The store was playing a hair metal station and currently Bret Michael’s band Poisons song Talk Dirty To Me. After being in the store for about five minutes, Edwina approached you. The smell of her original flavored bubble gum lingered in the air as she popped her gum. Edwina smelled like a mix of lavender flowers and fresh white musk.

Hands on her hips, she cocked her head gazing at you with curiosity.

“May I help you, Y/N?”

“Maybe. I was looking for my first toy. I mean, if you want to guide me in the right direction. I honestly don't know what I am doing if I'm being honest with you.” You stammered over your words and looked mainly at the ground as you talked fast hoping she wouldn't mind. The last thing you wanted was to embarrass yourself in front of your biggest girl crush.

“I can help you with that. I have tons at home. Don't be nervous. I won't bite you.”

Smiling at her you nervously reached out for what was called a hitachi wand. There were three colors: grey, black, and white.

“I have all models and versions. I hope that's not too TMI. There are so many different settings. And if it doesn't work for you, you can always invest in a good removable showerhead,” she suggested with a big grin.

Edwina picked up the black version wrapped in plastic.

“I got this one first, it's also my favorite. And you can use my assistant manager discount. How does that sound?”

You took note of her nails– mainly black and some dark glittery red. Her nails were long and stunning. She had on black guitar pick earrings and had a nose stud, nose ring, lip ring, 10 ear piercings with mainly skull earrings, and lots of tattoos. Her tattoos were of skulls on her neck, peace signs on her right shoulder, a Halloween sleeve on her left arm of jack-lanterns/pumpkins, and ghosts, and her other arm with tattoos of pentagrams, also a Baphomet.

“That's nice of you, and thanks. I want to look around a bit more first. I do want one though… the black I guess. Any special deals on batteries by any chance?” you asked playfully.

“Yep. A pack of 100 batteries for ten dollars. If you have any questions about anything though ask. Oh, the videos here are overpriced but you can always check Family Video. Or borrow one of mine. Just saying,” Edwina tells you with a slight shrug.

“Thanks. I might take you up on that.”

Noticing her battle jacket and the pins on them you noticed a Plasmatics one. It was similar to yours of Wendy O Williams, from that era, and the patch on your denim Levi’s jacket.

“I love your Plasamtics pin! I would love to see them. It's a shame they don't play too close to Indiana. I love Wendy!”

“Me too, I'm seeing them this weekend– going down in my van on Friday and seeing the Brooklyn show on Saturday night at L Amour. Well, my ex-girlfriend and I broke up so I have a free ticket. Maybe you’d want to come?”

Her brows were raised curiously and you were shocked, but in the best way possible. Edwina had a very tempting offer on hand indeed. There was nothing you wanted more than that. It would be fun. It was a great idea to come in here today. Now if only you could conceal your purchases so Heather wouldn't notice or ask questions.

“I would… yeah, I’d love that. I can help pay for food and gas. Anything and everything. You name it I can happily oblige,” you offered up to her hoping this trip would happen.

That nothing would interfere. Luckily you had no weekend shift at the Hawkins pool so this should work out perfectly. Next week was Eddie's show, and maybe Edwina would be going. Who knows.

“Great! I can pick you up at your place at ten am or so. Sound good?” She asked, sweetly batting her lashes and sounding hopeful.

“Of course. Perfect. I’ll let you know if I have any more questions.”

“We’d sleep in my van the first night. I hope that it's alright with you. The second night a decent hotel room. Is that alright?” She asked with a grin.

“Perfect.”

She went to get a pack of batteries and a basket. Thanking her she got out a dum dum watermelon lollipop unwrapping it, and offered you one which you eagerly accepted before she walked away. Once you put the black Hitachi wand into the basket you gathered some lube, a glass pink dildo with a red heart at one end of it, a purple vibrator, a white butt plug with a bedazzled red ruby jewel at the end of it, and a anal training kit in blue.

The video titles were interesting and there were various sections. One was for lesbian-only content, another softcore, one for dom/sub-content, one for group sex/orgies, and girl/guy action. They looked interesting. Maybe one day you would take a trip to the Family Video to visit their adult section. Steve could help you find something good.

Taking your purchases to the counter you put them down and let Edwina ring you up smiling at you seemingly impressed by your purchases. You couldn't wait to go home and try them out. The total came to a little over a hundred with Edwina’s generous assistant manager discount.

“Thanks for shopping here. Don't worry, I’ll wrap it all discreetly and I have black bags for it.”

“Thanks. I appreciate that.”

Writing down your number you gave it to her.

“Thanks. See you Saturday.”

She gave you the biggest wink before you took your bag, put it into your backpack, and then walked out the door. Going to the nearest payphone you called Heather to pick you up and she did. Soon you were at home and unwrapped your toys once you had a nice hot and steamy shower. It was wonderful. Using the removable shower head you got yourself off, thankful to your shower radio playing hair metal and Motley Crue to cover up the lewd sounds you made as the water hit your pussy and massaged your clit. You used every setting thinking about Edwina and fucking her in every way possible as you got off tilting your head back and having one of the hardest orgasms of your life making your legs and knees shake.

Saturday came and you were waiting in your driveway bags packed eager to see Edwina. The drive would be long but so much fun. You packed snacks, candy, a big cooler, ice, and even some booze. Edwina might have a flask, or you could stop at the gas station along the way. It would be nice, especially with the cassettes she had and one’s you brought along as well.

Once she arrived pulling into the driveway with her black van with purple trim you noticed her wearing some purple ray bans and waved at her as she left the car. Taking your bags for you she put them in the back of her van before embracing you in a hug. She smelled like clove cigarettes, eucalyptus, and faintly of roses. She did wear a signature rose perfume which you loved.

“Hey, gorgeous. Ready to rock out? You look so fucking beautiful.”

She kissed your cheek and held your hand. Her warmth and hospitality were so genuine and refreshing.

“Of course. I'm so excited. I can't wait!” You told her sounding overjoyed.

Soon in her car, you were quickly on the road taking notice of the setup she had in the back with lots of pillows, blankets, sheets, a comforter, and an inflatable queen-sized air mattress. It would surely be an interesting day with Edwina. She was playing the newest Plasmatics album on cassette headbanging and encouraging you to do so. The car smelled like Febreze and air freshener pine scented which was lovely.

“I love this album! I'm so excited to hear them play some songs from it live but most excited for Butcher Baby of course,” she enthused as she threw her rock horns into the air.

“Me too. They are amazing live supposedly. It's too bad they never play here. Wendy is so inspirational,” you told her proudly before opening a can of iced coffee espresso and guzzling some down.

Edwina had a liter of bottled water nearby sparkling flavored she took generous swigs from it as she made her way out of Hawkins.

“I've seen them twice. Jersey and Pennsylvania. It was amazing! I never met Wendy though. Maybe tomorrow night we will get lucky. I bet she's nice. I was almost going to go alone but glad I didn't.”

You nodded along noticing she was wearing no bra and you could see her nipples hardened through her black tanktop belly shirt because of the air conditioner running. She looked so hot. Her leather pants were red but looked so good paired with her shirt.

“I love that we are going together. Never been out of state for a concert and never been to New York either.”

Soon you were out of Indiana and in Ohio crossing state lines. Ohio seemed interesting. Driving on the highway there were trucks and some other cars, which was normal for a Friday. Once the cassette was done she let you pick and you chose a Corroded Coffin tape that was a cover album. Hopefully, next, you could listen to her band the Hawkins SheDevils. They had some cover songs too.

“Thought we could stop for lunch but then decided it would be nice to bring along some food so I made us some cheese and pickled jalapeno sub sandwiches with chips,” she admitted with a shrug before drinking more water.

You were done with your coffee and drinking some water now as well.

“I love spicy you remembered.”

She got out the cooler she had with food handing you your sandwich. You took it gladly and got out some napkins and the bag nearby with sun chips and Doritos. You fondly recalled the sleepovers you would have with Edwina when you were teens. Nothing ever happened between the two of you but you would mix drinks and get drunk and watch horror movies falling asleep cuddled next to each other.

“How's your sandwich?” She asked curiously after taking a bite with honey mustard in the center.

“It's great. I'm just so glad to be going with you. The food is good though. Maybe we could stop by a diner tonight or get a pizza for dinner.”

“Perfect. Pizza with extra cheese and veggies and mushrooms too and green olives. I know how much you love our veggie pizzas.”

After you finished lunch you were getting closer out of Ohio and about 5 hours into your drive. Edwina was just the best road trip partner and you craved this closeness/connection to her. Even though you had strong feelings for Eddie your feelings for Edwina had grown as well over the years and she was the most down-to-earth woman.

Now listening to Hawkins She Devils first album you sang along to every word. Edwina was a guitar beast and sometimes played a two-headed guitar. Her guitar skills were flawless and her voice was unmatched sounding like a mix of Joan Jett and Lita Ford.

The next couple of hours went well and you were in Pennsylvania. It was a new feeling. A state like this was so beautiful and the weather was perfect not too warm and windy. Having the windows down was nice. You were eager to find a campsite or somewhere to rest and relax after getting pizzas and hopefully doing some drinking. You had brought along some wine coolers and some red wine to enjoy.

You were eating pizzas by eight o'clock and enjoying some wine just chilling and stargazing at a campsite in upstate Pennsylvania. Edwina's backseat was so comfortable. The night was gorgeous and the concert was coming up quickly. Once you had your fill of pizza you finished your wine and brushed your teeth. Soon in bed with her fan on providing some relief along with the windows slightly down you lay next to her and looked deeply into her eyes.

“Today was so much fun. I'm just lucky I can be with you. I missed time like this with you,” she confided in you as she drew circles on the skin of your arms.

“I have a confession. I like you. I have for a long time now. I've been so nervous to admit it. You are just gorgeous and I love being with you.”

“I like you too y/n. I'm glad you finally told me. I had an idea. Do you want to kiss me?”

Looking at her you nodded and moved closer. Your lips brushed against hers lightly at first before the kiss deepened. She was a biter and it was so hot. You loved the feeling of her tongue against yours and her lip ring as it brushed against your lips. Maneuvering so you were on top of her you ran your hands over every bare inch of her skin.

“Mm so sexy. I never thought we’d be doing this but I'm glad we are,” she murmured against your lips between kisses as her hands moved down to your ass cupping it. She kneaded the flesh of your skin squeezing it and spanking you a bit for good measure.

You weren't sure how much time passed but it was amazing to be kissing the girl of your dreams. She was so sexy and the moment felt perfect. Her red lipstick and your maroon lipstick got all smudged from your heavy makeout session but it was well worth it.

“Mm, maybe we should stop for now. Get some sleep. Tomorrow is a whole new day,” you suggested eager to pick up again soon with whatever this was.

“Sure. I hope you sleep well. And I'm so glad we did this trip together.”

You kissed once more deeply and then fell asleep in each other's arms with Edwina as the big spoon. The next day you woke up mid-morning and went for breakfast getting fast food of hash browns and egg mcmuffins before making the rest of the drive to New York listening to KISS and then checking into the hotel. The room was nice and there was one big bed to share. Once you got settled in you decided to get some lunch at an Italian Bistro in Brooklyn before making your way to the L Amour venue to wait in line for the show to start.

When the Plasmatics took the stage that night you screamed louder than you ever have as you held hands with Edwina until she began to crowd surf and even stage dive. The band had chainsaws, a light show, lightning sparks, fire, and pyrotechnic special effects. You sang so loud and so much that your voice was sore by the end of the set. You had the time of your life and after the last song, you waited for the encore Butcher Baby.

Back at the hotel you ordered fries and burgers for room service, showered, changed into a red silk lingerie nightie, and then got into bed browsing through the channels on TV deciding on a hair metal music video MTV hour. Edwina finished her shower and was back in the room in a white tanktop, and black panties. She got into bed with you wrapping her arms around you embracing you. Her touch was electric and it felt like a bolt of lightning when you kissed. Not wasting any time you kissed deeply and passionately with whimpers and mewls escaping your lips as you dry-humped her grinding and making the prettiest noises.

Edwina's tattoos were so sexy and now seeing all her tattoos fully up close was nice. The Baphomet on her lower stomach and a guitar on her outer thigh, paired with guitar picks on her legs, was sexy. Pulling down her top you took notice of her nipple piercings and black heart tattoo on her chest you rubbed circles on. You would do anything and everything with her that she wanted you to. You’d do anything for this gorgeous woman with the most perfect figure.

“Need to taste your sweet pussy baby girl. Please say yes,” she urged as she moved down your body spreading your legs wide and leaving kisses on your inner thighs as she raised your slip slightly revealing your lavender Victoria's Secret panties.

“Yes I want you to be my first,” you admitted to her wanting to feel her incredible tongue and the sensations her mouth could give you.

Edwina removed her shirt revealing her heart-shaped nipple piercings. Removing your panties with her teeth she tossed them to the side and breathed in the sweet scent of your pussy licking her lips eagerly as she inserted a long finger curling into you and taking notice of how wet you were for her.

“Don't be nervous I’ll make this so good for you. I just know your pussy will taste incredible,” she told you with a grimace licking her lips and showing off her tongue barbell piercing.

As she licked your entrance and spread your walls with two fingers, Edwina looked up at you and the rapt fascination you had on your face as you wrapped your legs around her back bringing her in closer. Sucking your fingers as she licked your pussy walls you tried to hold back your moans as her tongue found your clit and her fingers hit your g-spot.

“Mm no baby girl be vocal for me let the people in the next room hear how good I’m making you feel. I love this slutty pussy. It's so delicious,” she remarked triumphantly before eating you out like a four-course meal.

Edwina was no stranger to eating pussy and she loved women very much. Making another woman feel incredible was her specialty and Edwina knew exactly what they wanted and how to serve them. She had always preferred women for as long as she could remember and with watching all the lesbian pornos she did Edwina picked up more than a handful of tricks.

“Oh fuck! Yes, eat that clit! Suck it good!” You cried clenching the bed sheets tightly so hard your knuckles began to turn white.

“Mmm I could do this for hours,” Edwina boasted as her fingers on your g-spot combined with her tongue had you leaking juices on her tongue.

Every drop she was sure to catch not wanting to waste any of it. Your thighs clenched around her head as your lower back raised off the bed. The constant eye contact you made with Edwina was sexy as fuck and you didn't want this to end.

“I’m gonna cum soon baby!” You forewarned her as you writhed and moaned so beautifully for her and Edwina left soft kitten licks on your clit.

Daring to touch yourself she noticed and swatted your fingers away playfully.

“Mm no let me do it I didn't say you could touch yourself,” she warned as she slapped your pussy and worked her fingers inside you with reckless abandon.

Sweat beaded down your body as she spelled the alphabet with her tongue on your pussy. Your core was aching for release and Edwina never missed a beat nor did her eyes dare to leave yours so she could gauge all your reactions as her mouth made love to your pussy.

“Fuck! Fuck! Yes, I'm going to cum and cream all over your pretty face!” You whined slamming your hands against the headboard and knocking the bedposts against the wall.

“Yes let me taste your sweet cream,” she urged sexily as her fingers against your pussy made wet slapping noises.

Within moments you reached your peak and rode out your high on her face and she eagerly lapped it all up.

“Please kiss me,” you begged as she bit your thighs causing you to squeal playfully.

Crawling up your body with her tongue she licked from your hips to your stomach and chest then your neck before meeting your lips in a kiss and then sucking her finger before letting you suck another finger.

“Fuck you taste so good.”

“From your lips I sure do. Thank you, Edwina.”

Cuddling with her you were the big spoon and sometime after you drifted off to sleep so content in post-orgasmic bliss.

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Chapter 4 Do you wanna touch me (there)?

Eddie Munson x fem reader

After a Corroded Coffin show and at the Hawkins community pool skinnydipping leads to even more fun with Eddie.

The day had come for the Corroded Coffin concert, and you were going with Nancy. She was excited since Jonathan was tagging along, and it would be a good show. Eddie had in the past been a staunch defender of Will, Jonathan’s younger brother and Jonathan admired Eddie and respected him for it. Getting dressed for the show, you opted for your favorite pair of leather pants with a purple thong, knee-high red latex platform heels, a spiked bra, and a Corroded Coffin low-cut tank top.

Once you showered, you fixed your hair and did your makeup; you got ready for Nancy to arrive. Earlier that day you went with Barb to get your nails done and got a black French tip manicure. Once Nancy arrived, you told Heather goodbye, and she waved you off as she talked on the phone with Carol. Jonathan would meet you there, and once you got in her car, you saw Nancy wearing mainly black. She had her hair up in a side ponytail, and wore darker makeup than usual.

“Looking good, Nance.”

“Thanks. Let's go see your man, Eddie.” Nancy teased as she began the drive.

Five minutes into the drive, you felt like you had to tell her finally about Edwina.

“I hooked up with Edwina after the concert in the hotel room.”

“Define hooked up. I’m impressed.”

“She ate me out,” you proudly boasted as a look of awe formed on her face.

“Congrats. I’m glad.”

She high-fived you and the rest of the drive you talked about summer plans and work. Nance had a good job at the Hawkins paper, but she was looking for a new job for the fall when she would start her first semester away at college in Boston. The sign for The Hideout soon came into view, and she parked right in front of the club. It was getting dark out and the sunset was forming. Once inside the club, you wasted no time getting a margarita and Nancy a beer as she went to talk to Jonathan, who was doing some photography with Corroded Coffin.

Eddie looked so sexy you had to talk to him before the show. Hopefully, after he would want to hang out with you and go skinny-dipping in the Hawkins Pool. Having the keys was a bonus working at the pool for the summer. After the band posed for group photos, Eddie found his way over to you and hugged you. He smelled good; like cloves and faintly of cigarette smoke, and he was wearing leather pants, some black platform boots, and a Dio Holy Diver tank top.

“So Eddie, doing any covers tonight?”

“Yeah, sure am. A few covers. Ozzy, Dio, and Iron Maiden.”

“I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after. We can go to the Hawkins Pool,” you suggested as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Of course beautiful. And I wanted to give you this.”

He took off one of his guitar pick necklaces: a black guitar pick that matched the red one he had and put it on you.

“There is one of my lucky guitar pick necklaces. And this,” he told you with a big smile as he took off his mood ring on his ring finger and gave it to you putting it on your middle finger where it fit snugly.

“Wow, thanks. I don’t think I deserve these though,” you told him modestly.

“Nonsense. Graduation presents from me to you.”

You were so excited you couldn’t help but kiss his cheek. Eddie responds by kissing the top of your head.

“Eddie on in ten!” Jeff called out to him as he noticed you and gave you a big wink.

You rolled your eyes but smiled at him as Eddie gave you a fist bump.

“I’m gonna get ready for the show and after I’ll need to smoke a joint, but after that, we can go to the pool.”

Soon Corroded Coffin was taking the stage with you and Nancy up at the front Jonathan nearby getting his camera ready to take pictures of the show. The lights went down and Eddie’s guitar solo began as you cheered the loudest for him feeling a good buzz now from the margarita earlier. Jeff was doing his guitar solo followed by a drum solo. Corroded Coffin did a few original songs before starting their first cover of the night Ozzy’s Shot in the Dark from the album The Ultimate Sin.

“Thanks for coming to the show Hawkins! Gonna do a few more originals then a couple of new songs and finally more cover songs and solos!”

The crowd cheered and the next song started. When they got to their new songs of the night, everyone went wild and Jonathan was taking some of his best photos. Being around a loud rock band you knew personally just hit differently and it was one of the most kickass shows ever. Once they did their other two cover songs Holy Diver by Dio and Iron Maiden’s Flight of Icarus. Eddie’s voice and guitar skills were unmatched to Bruce Dickinson and an even better version even though this was a cover song.

Once the show was over and true to his word Eddie went to smoke and came back into the club to find you and Nancy with Jonathan talking. Hopefully, he will get the photos developed soon. You were drinking a bottle of water to stay hydrated and refreshed as Eddie wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“So you ready to go?” He whispers huskily into your ear.

“Uh yeah of course. Jonathan and Nancy were just saying how they got some great content. Nancy’s even going to write about it in a news article.”

“Yep, it was a great show, Eddie,” she added as she held Jonathan’s hand.

“Great. You guys wanna come to the pool with us?” He offered.

“Maybe for a bit. Right, Jonathan?”

“Yeah okay.”

Soon you were driving to the pool. You went with Eddie in his van and Jonathan went with Nancy. You had talked to Edwina a bit since The Plasmatics concert, but you hoped you would see her at least at a party, hopefully by the 4th of July. Inside the pool, the four of you went to the locker room to get undressed. Eddie was in his boxers, as was Jonathan as they got into the pool. You and Nancy had stripped down to just your bras and underwear/thongs.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you responded.

You walked hand in hand with Nancy to the poolside. The light of the full moon bathed your skin in the moonlight. Eddie wolf-whistled as he and Jonathan looked at you both.

“Stop Eddie!” You teased him before jumping in with Nancy and causing a big splash.

Eddie swam over to you and wrapped his arms around you holding you close to him. Nancy was near Jonathan, just floating in the water. You relaxed in the water for a while, enjoying this closeness with Eddie. He was so nice, and he made your heart race. It was the best feeling having him hold you. Jonathan and Nancy were star gazing and looking at the full moon as you and Eddie sat on the pool steps and held hands, fingers laced as you sat in his lap.

“Well, I think we should head back soon. Right, Jonathan?” Nancy asked as she gave you a knowing wink knowing you wanted your alone time with Eddie.

“Sure just let me swim a few laps first.”

After Jonathan did his laps he got out and dried off. Nancy was getting out of the water and dried off before getting dressed again.

“See you tomorrow, I guess,” Nancy said with a friendly wave before she and Jonathan left.

“I’m getting pruned. I should get out soon. Maybe a shower though?” You suggested to Eddie.

“Perfect idea. I love the way you think.”

Soon you were out of the water and in the showers, naked. Once the water was warm enough, you got a soap and washed up catching glances at Eddie. He looked so hot and his tattoos were stunning up close. Eddie was trying to be nonchalant about staring at your boobs but you noticed- of course you noticed. As he soaped up, you couldn’t help but look at him in all his well-endowed glory. Biting your lips you ached to be on your knees pleasing his cock.

“Eddie, do you like blowjobs?” You asked out of the blue.

“Yeah, they are great. I haven’t had many. Why do you ask?” He cocked his head and looked at you with a shit-eating grin on his face.

You had recently watched a sex tape you found in Heather’s room called Deep Throat and for a dirty movie you sure picked up some tips and tricks from it.

“Just wondering. I’ve wanted to try giving my first one, but I never felt like the moment was right. Until now,” you admitted as you looked at him with determination.

No matter what you had to have his cock it just looked so tasty.

“Oh, you want to blow me? Blow a rockstar?”

“Yes. I want to give you a blowjob. I recently watched Deep Throat the porno and I want to try it.”

“Fuck. Yeah sure.”

Getting on your knees you looked up at him and inched closer to his cock. Licking your lips as you stroked him to full hardness you wondered just how big his cock truly was. It was so big and thick that you planned to take him as well as possible. Even if you couldn’t deliver with deep throating, you could at least practice and make him cum. That was the ultimate goal no matter what.

Wasting no time you began to caress and stroke his cock to full hardness and looked up at him admiring his tattoos, especially the bats on his arm as you watched the water droplets run down his skin. His ring-clad fingers rested upon his hips as Eddie admired your beauty, looking down at you with a smirk. Cupping his balls with one hand you squeezed them lightly earning grunts from him.

“Just let me know what you like Eddie,” you told him sincerely before licking the tip of his cock, then down his shaft and back up again, then down, swirling your tongue over his balls.

“I sure will, sweetheart. You are doing great so far. Your hands and mouth are like magic,” he praised you, one of his hands moving toward your hair and giving it a good tug.

“You taste so good,” you complimented him as you stroked his base and massaged his prostate.

With batted lashes you took him into your mouth inch by delicious inch, stroking the rest of his cock you couldn’t quite take with your mouth. Looking up at him as you bobbed your head you noticed Eddie biting his lips as he gasped loudly and rocked gently into your mouth.

“So perfect. That's right, princess, take my cock just like that. Be a good girl for me,” he enthused, continuing his steady pace, not wanting to choke you or make you feel uncomfortable.

His tugs on your hair became harsher as his groans for you grew. He watched as your boobs bounced and glistened with the water. He had the perfect view of watching you suck him off. Eddie felt like he had died and gone to heaven as he felt your warm mouth envelop his cock. Daring to take him deeper you choked a little as Eddie’s sounds for you became practically pornographic.

“So fucking sexy. So enthusiastic for my cock. Makes a metalhead happy,” he urged you wanting you to know how much he was enjoying this experience with you.

Your cheeks hollowed out as he hit the back of your throat at a steady rhythm. Pleasing him like this was otherworldly, even if the feeling of the tile from the floor of the shower was causing a bit of pain to your knees. You were enjoying giving this pleasure, and it made you feel a sense of vivaciousness. Your pretty red lipstick was leaving marks on Eddie’s cock, but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining about it. Breathing through your nose, you took it like a champ as you let him thrust and hit the back of your throat repeatedly as you continued to apply pressure to his balls, all the while admiring how gorgeous he looked and like an Adonis. He was your heavy metal God and his moans were so beautiful.

“Gonna cum soon. Fuck! That’s it! Suck this cock, sweetheart. Fuck!” Eddie warned you before pulling out of your mouth and pumping his cock, the tip leaking pearly white pre-cum.

“I want it all over my chest,” you begged him as you looked up at him licking your lips.

He nodded, eager to give you what you wanted.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

Eddie began to cum as he gasped loudly, spilling his seed all over your breasts and paying particular attention to your hardened nipples as he coated you with his cum marking you. You let the water wash the cum away as you licked his shaft clean, devouring all his cum and swallowing before opening your mouth to show him it was all gone. Eddie pulled you up to a standing position and met your lips in a deep kiss tasting himself.

“So good for me. Let’s meet up again soon yeah? And by the way sweetheart, your oral skills are perfect. So are your beautiful breasts.”

“Thank you, Eddie.”

He held you close and ran circles along your back as the warm water washed over your bodies.

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