#when i pointed to some guy in a white wig

[adrenaline-void]

Every time i go to the nutcracker i am reminded that my main gender envy is drosselmeyer and his gay little capes

[goldenbrowns]

˳೫˚ BUCKY BARNES THOUGHT

summary: bucky barnes dives headfirst into the chaos of online dating, only to find himself completely lost in translation. When a particularly bold message from a girl on bumble leaves him more confused than turned on, he turns to you and sam for help. what starts as harmless advice quickly spirals into an impromptu crash course in modern-day sexting—because apparently, hydra's brainwashing didn't include a glossary in bdsm terms. word count: 2.9k warnings: dirty talking, just two idiots helping bucky barnes get laid (you're a little jealous tho, duh), cursing, mention of some kinks, and that's it.

The projector Tony had bought last month glowed in the dimly lit room, casting long shadows over the four of you sprawled across expensive furniture you definitely didn’t pay for. Steve's got his arms folded, brows furrowed like he's in a hostage situation. Sam’s half-asleep, chin on his fist. You’re curled up on the corner of the couch with a throw blanket over your legs, phone in hand.

And then there’s Bucky. Sitting on the floor, back against the couch, legs stretched out. Arms crossed. Scowling at the screen like the movie had insulted him personally.

“I still don’t get it,” Bucky mutters, for the third time, cutting through a funny moment of White Chicks.

“You don’t get it?” Sam turns to him slowly. “It’s two FBI agents dressed as white women. What’s not to get?”

“No, I get that,” Bucky says, gesturing vaguely at the screen. “I just don’t understand why they talk like that. What’s a ‘yo shorty what it do’ supposed to mean?”

“It means ‘hello,’ grandpa,” you say without looking up from your phone.

Steve shifts on the other side of the 'L' shaped couch, expression pained. “This was a mistake. We should’ve watched The Great Escape or something.”

“I just think,” Steve continues patiently, adjusting the throw pillow behind his back like a man determined to find some comfort in this madness, “there are better ways to spend a night than watching Terry Crews do whatever that is.” He flails a hand in the air when the Terry's scene comes on.

Sam doesn’t even bother looking over to him. “Lies,” he mutters, voice muffled by his hoodie sleeve. “This movie’s a cultural reset. I wouldn't take advice from a hundred-year-old man either way.”

“You’d think that after seventy years on ice,” you say, nudging Steve’s foot with yours, “you’d be thrilled to catch up on modern cinematic masterpieces.”

“I don’t think this qualifies as a masterpiece,” Steve says, gesturing toward the screen just as one of the Wayans brothers screams something completely incomprehensible in heels and a blonde wig.

Bucky makes a low sound, like something between a sigh and a growl. “This isn’t a cultural gem. This is a war crime.”

“Coming from the guy who once wore a leather muzzle like he was the bassist for a German industrial punk band,” you shoot back, eyes flicking to him over the rim of your soda. “Glass houses, Barnes.”

Bucky looked over his shoulder and scoffed at you. Onscreen, the roast battle kicks off, and he looks back at the TV. The infamous “Your mama’s so old…” scene.

Bucky’s scowl deepens as he leans forward slightly, elbows on his knees, trying to make sense of the chaos.

“Wait—wait. Did she just say her mom’s breast milk is powdered?”

You nod slowly, trying not to laugh. “Yep. And she breastfeeds like this.” You mimic the ridiculous hand motion.

Bucky looks genuinely alarmed, like he’s witnessing a ritual that should’ve stayed buried. “What the hell does that even mean? Is that… supposed to be funny?”

Sam slaps the couch once, hard. “Yes, Barnes. It’s a yo mama joke. That’s the entire point.”

“I don’t know what that is either.”

You blink. “Oh my god. You don’t know what a yo mama joke is? Actually, no, that doesn't surprise me...”

Bucky’s voice is flat. “Should I?”

Steve sighs the sigh of a man who’s too old for this. “It’s… an insult. About someone’s mother. Usually completely absurd. Often loud. I also had trouble catching up on it.”

“On your terms, grandpa,” Sam adds, directing his gaze to Bucky. “If this were 1812, you'd be pistols at dawn by now.”

Bucky narrows his eyes. “Alright, come on, I’m not that old. I didn’t duel Hamilton, for Christ’s sake.”

Bucky rubbed his temple, clearly fighting off a headache from keeping up with the movie and its weird insults. Then, without warning, he grabbed his phone from the floor and unlocked it, scrolling through his messages with a weary sigh that immediately caught your attention.

“Uh-oh,” you muttered, nudging Sam, who instantly sat up straighter. Bucky didn’t say much, but the slump of his shoulders spoke volumes. He was dealing with some kind of text that was doing a number on him.

You leaned in over his shoulder, almost falling off the edge of the couch, as he finally muttered, “Natalie just messaged again.” Sam’s grin widened as he looked back at you, expecting some sort of detail, but Bucky didn’t look amused, not one bit.

He stared down at the screen for a few seconds more, eyes blinking dumbfounded at the screen. It was then that he regained composure and started reading the message out loud, which had left him visibly baffled:

“if you want, u can come over, i wanna see if u can keep me tied up and begging for more. don’t disappoint.👀"

The room went silent for a beat. Then you and Sam burst out laughing, while Steve froze mid-sip, the beer bottle halfway to his lips. Bucky, on the other hand, looked completely defeated. This poor man was being bombarded with unknown lingo over Bumble.

“I… don’t know what she means,” he said flatly, frustration lacing his voice. “Is this flirting? Or a declaration of war?”

Steve, ever the boy scout, cleared his throat like he was trying to physically clear the image from his brain. “That doesn’t sound safe.”

You shook your head, barely containing your grin. That was a full-on kink invitation—way out of Bucky’s league. You glanced at Sam and saw he was just as stunned. It was official: Bucky was drowning in the deep end of dating apps.

You would've probably blamed Sam for all of this. He had been the one to talk Bucky into downloading dating apps. And you realized, with a pang somewhere deep in your chest, that Bucky was willing to date this girl. Something that wouldn't've bothered anyone, if anything, it would make them happy to see Bucky settling nicely. But the thought of him with this girl made your stomach churn a little.

Bucky looked up as if he had read your mind, shooting Sam a glare sharp enough to cut glass. “You’re the one who convinced me to get on these blasted things,” he said, voice dry but laced with accusation. Sam just shrugged, still grinning like a kid who’d just gotten away with something.

“Hey! Wait, I didn’t sign him up for that,” Sam muttered, eyes still wide as he leaned over to reread the message. “I gave you Bumble, not a dominatrix hotline.”

Bucky just blinked, still holding the phone like it was a live grenade. “What am I supposed to say to that?” he asked genuinely. “Do I ask what kind of rope she prefers? Do I say I don’t have the proper permits?”

“Welcome to 2025,” Sam said, grinning.

Bucky rolled his eyes but didn’t argue further. Instead, he handed the phone over. “You two explain this ‘tied up and begging’ nonsense. I need a translator.” His deadpan expression made it clear he was serious—he had no idea how to respond to something so direct and intimidating.

You exchanged a quick glance with Sam, both trying not to laugh as you took the phone. “Okay, Buck,” you said, trying to keep a straight face. “Um, how do I- It’s her way of saying she’s into… well, kinkier stuff. Like bondage, domination, that kind of scene.”

Sam nodded enthusiastically. “If you’re not into that, it’s better to be honest now. But if you are… well, good luck, man.”

You sat back up, eyes narrowed as the phone dinged. “She sent a second message.”

“Oh no,” Sam said, leaning forward like this was the climax of a thriller.

You looked down, squinting, then read slowly:

“I hope your hands work better on knots than they do on texting.”

Sam burst into laughter. You choked on your drink. Steve immediately stood up like he needed to physically leave the room.

“I need to be anywhere else,” Steve muttered, walking out with his half-finished beer.

“Bucky,” you said through giggles, “you’re getting bullied… sexually. She’s domming you through iMessage.”

Right after you had read the message, Bucky had shot up from the floor and had started pacing in front of the couch. He looked like he was about to wear out his temples from how hard he was rubbing them. Now, hands on his hips, a bewildered expression, and restless foot tapping furiously on the wooden floor, he spoke again:

“I don’t even know how to respond to that,” he muttered, throwing a hand in the air and turning around to try to distract himself with the movie again. “Do I say ‘yes, ma’am’? Do I salute? War was easier than this...” He says as he quickly turns his body around once again, his face contorted into an even deeper expression of confusion.

You leaned forward, eyes gleaming. “First question: Are you into it?”

That made him freeze. The foot that had been drilling a goddamn hole into the floor suddenly stopped and his hands fell from his waist slowly. His eyes flicked up to yours, then to Sam, then immediately away.

“I—” He hesitated. “I mean… I’ve never…” He cleared his throat, voice dropping. “No one talked like that in the '40s, okay? We just... held hands and died from diphtheria.”

Sam slapped his thigh, laughing. “C’mon, man. You’ve got the metal arm, the broody stare, the permanent five o’clock shadow—don’t tell me you’ve never had anyone ask if you wanted to be a little rough. You're the perfect stereotype.”

Bucky blinked, tilting his head forward, not knowing if he should feel insulted. “Well, it's not like ive had the chance to even go on a date with a girl lately, you know? Also, what the hell does that even mean?”

You grinned, biting back a small pang of jealousy you barely noticed until now. “It means this girl thinks you look like the kind of guy who could break her back and spit in her mouth.”

He made a face, somewhere between horrified and intrigued. “Jesus. Christ. We're taking this too seriously for a girl I know I'm not planning on dating.” When he said that, your heart faltered for a second, thank god.

“Shut up, Barnes, think of this as practice then,” Sam said, sliding over next to him and grabbing a throw pillow to get comfortable. “Let’s keep it classy but confident, just... flirt back. Keep the tension. Something like, ‘Guess you'll have to find out how good I am with my hands.’”

“That’s so cocky,” Bucky muttered shaking his head from side to side.

“Exactly,” you said. “That’s what she wants. Confidence. If she’s into this stuff, she wants someone who can match her energy, not apologize for existing.”

Bucky sat down between you two on the couch as he chewed on that for a moment, thumb still motionless over his phone.

“…Fine,” he grumbled, then typed slowly. Guess you’ll have to find out how good I am with my hands. He paused. “Do I put a winky face?”

“No,” you and Sam said in unison.

He hit send. Immediately, three dots popped up. Typing.

“Oh god,” Bucky muttered.

You leaned over his shoulder, already invested. “She’s fast. That’s a good sign.”

Sam quickly jumped over the couch's armrest and went to the fridge to grab a beer. “This is better than the movie.” He said, scurrying back into Bucky's side.

You stole a glance at Bucky, and he met your gaze, cheeks flushed and eyes darting nervously, and realized your heart was racing—not just from the absurdity of the situation, but from watching him, vulnerable and alive in a way you rarely saw.

The dots stopped. Then the reply came in.

if u leave me hanging, im tying u to my headboard and making u watch me take care of it myself.

Bucky's eyes scanned over the message and turned to stare at you both in complete, stunned silence. His lips parted, then closed again. He looked genuinely shell-shocked. The light from his phone screen made the growing flush on his cheeks even more obvious, highlighting the way it had crept up to his ears. He shifted on the couch like he couldn’t get comfortable, thumb hovering just above the screen but not tapping anything yet. There was a slight part to his lips, like he was about to say something — maybe a protest, maybe an excuse — but then he clamped his mouth shut again, tense.

Beside him, you were trying to act casual, like your heart hadn’t just skipped at that stupid smirk he gave for a second. There was something dangerous about watching Bucky Barnes go from confused and flustered to something closer to intrigued — something sharp.

Bucky’s brows furrowed deeper as he stared at the screen, the message glowing back at him like some kind of cryptic code. He lowered the phone slowly, almost like it was a foreign object, and muttered, “What does that even mean? Handle what? Like she’s got paperwork to do?”

Sam burst out laughing, nearly choking on his popcorn. “No, man, she means something else—” He glanced nervously down the hallway. “Wait, where’s Steve?”

All eyes darted to the empty hallway, realizing Cap had slipped away the moment the conversation took a more risqué turn. No doubt the poor guy had fled before any more ‘adult’ jokes could hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Good,” you said, smiling with a sly edge. “Because what we’re talking about now is definitely not suitable for the star-spangled virgin.”

You heard Bucky snort, and you turned back to him. You explained slowly, “She’s basically saying she’s going to make herself come while you’re tied up, and you’re watching it happen.”

Bucky blinked, a slow flush creeping up his neck. “Oh. Well, that's creative..."

Sam shrugged. “Don’t look so surprised. You’re walking around with a goddamn metal vibrator as an arm, can you blame the poor woman?”

You blinked, cheeks heating instantly, and you tried to hide your flush behind a quick sip of your drink. The thought of his arm even doubling as a vibrator was something you hadn't ever thought about, but was truthfully something you knew you wouldn't be able to get out of your brain. Bucky caught the flicker of pink in your cheeks and shot Sam a deadpan look, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “If that thing’s a vibrator, I must’ve missed the manual.”

You guys hadn't noticed, but the typing dots blinked faster this time, urgent and insistent. Then the message popped up, bold and unapologetic:

"you really take your time texting back, don't you? anyways, how big are you? for... reasons😉"

Bucky’s breath hitched—a rare crack in his usually steady demeanor. For a moment, he looked like he might bolt. Then, without thinking, he spun his phone around, shielding the screen from Sam’s view. You caught the move but said nothing, watching quietly.

“What are you doing?” you asked softly.

He didn’t answer. His thumb hovered over the keyboard, trembling slightly as he typed an answer. His jaw clenched. Then he began typing. The words moved slowly, carefully—like he was walking a tightrope.

You couldn’t see the screen, but you saw everything else. The slight flush that spread from his neck to his cheeks. The way his eyes darted nervously, avoiding yours even though the phone wasn’t quite angled away from you. The tight grip on the edge of the couch cushion.

When he finally hit send, he let out a shaky breath and lowered the phone.

You swallowed hard, heart pounding. You were certain you were more flustered than he was. The thought of Bucky Barnes, all muscle and history and mystery, fumbling over a message like this had you both smirking and secretly wishing you could crawl under the couch.

Sam chuckled quietly. “Dude, you’re killin’ me.”

Bucky shot him a warning glance but said nothing.

You bit your lip and offered a small, teasing smile. “Wanna share what you wrote? Or is it classified?”

Bucky’s eyes flicked over to you, weighing his options, before he shook his head. “Some things are better left to the imagination. But let's just say I gave her a sincere answer...” He said as he shut down his phone, clearly not willing to answer any more messages.

You laughed quietly, heart still racing. Watching him navigate this strange new world with a mixture of awkwardness and unexpected charm was… disarming. It made you realize just how much those layers he carried hid the simple fact that he was human — fumbling, uncertain, and maybe a little bit hopeful.

The room settled into a quiet hum, the tension easing as Bucky leaned back against the couch, his shoulders loosening just a bit. He glanced over at you, and for a moment, the usual guarded expression softened into something quieter, almost shy. The faintest smile tugged at the corner of his lips, the kind that didn’t come often but felt genuine when it did.

“Honestly,” he said in a low voice, eyes meeting yours with a rare openness, “I wasn’t really planning on going out with her anyway, you guys know that, right? I don't want to dive into dating and for this to be my first experience.” He gave a small shrug, like he was brushing off more than just the conversation. “Got… other things on my mind.” The way he said it made it clear those other things weren’t trivial — they carried weight.

His gaze settled on you, softer now, like he was searching for something. “Maybe I’m not ready for all that.” A pause, then a faint half-smile. “Maybe what I want is a little more… simple.”

You smiled back, warmth blooming inside. That quiet hope between you made the space feel lighter. Because if Bucky Barnes had other things on his mind, you prayed that maybe, just maybe, they included you.

[tender-rosiey]

off-guard — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: what happens when the trio follow their teacher once again? will they end in another maid cafe or find some very worthy tea? 👀

“okay, this is the plan: we will follow gojo-sensei to see just what the hell is up with that guy.”

megumi sighs, “last time we did that—the results weren’t exactly ‘pleasing’, itadori.”

yuuji huffs, “I beg to differ!”

“paintbrush is moving! I repeat! paintbrush is moving!” they hear nobara say through the walkie talkie.

yuji and megumi look at each other before nodding and stealthy following their teacher. each one is wearing his respective disguise of wigs and huge glasses.

meanwhile nobara, with a disguise of her own, is following gojo closely, who seems to be going into a certain café. she grumbles before whisper-yelling into the walkie-talkie, “where are you guys?!”

“we’re here, calm down!” megumi huffs.

itadori nods, “yeah! we’re going to get our cover blown like this.”

the three glare at each other before focusing once again on the moving paintbrush. the moment he opens the door, they notice his gaze searching for someone specific.

nobara covers her mouth so she doesn’t audibly gasp. does he perhaps have a lover? if so then she shall welcome the tea with open arms.

nobara, itadori, and megumi are lined outside the window of the café which makes them, undoubtedly, look suspicious. so, to save grace, megumi drags them inside into a table far from gojo who seems to have sat alone.

there is a hint of melancholy yet excitement in his eyes. each of the three prop up the menus to conceal their faces further.

nobara eyes gojo before speaking up, “who do you think he is waiting for?”

“maybe a lover?”

“or a friend,” megumi mumbles, but he rules out that possibility quickly. gojo looks nervous or at least as nervous as he could.

there is the light tapping of his feet and the way his eyes snap to the door every time the bell rings only for his eyes to brim with disappointment when it isn’t the person he is waiting for.

barely a minute passes by, but nobara and yuuji are getting impatient and nobara snaps—as quietly as she can— “where is that person?!”

“just when are they going to arrive?!” itadori joins in.

megumi sighs in the background, “we’ve been here for 2 minutes guys, please.”

their wait ends fairly quickly when they hear the excited gasp of their teacher, who stands up abruptly before eagerly waving at someone, “y/n! sweets! I am here!”

they look towards the door at the same time and they are met with a sight to be seen.

you, someone that was so pretty that yuuji passed out, are waving back at satoru before skipping over to him.

he wastes no time in wrapping his arms around you and peppering your face with kisses, “you look as pretty as ever!”

“and you’re as flirty as ever, satoru,” you pet his hair softly, “how have you been?”

he sighs, happily, before responding, “I’ve been fine, but I feel even better after I saw you,” he slowly pulls back so he can pull your chair out, “have a seat, m’lady,” he winks, “we have a date to go through.”

you roll your eyes before sitting, “isn’t chivalry dead, satoru?”

“then I must be a ghost,” he hums before sitting down as well.

“I would believe that, honestly,” you chuckle at his offended face before pointing at the top of his head, “you have the white hair and everything.”

the two of you soon get lost in your bickering and conversation. meanwhile, megumi is smacking the shit out of itadori so he wakes up and nobara is gaping at how pretty you look, “how is she even real?!”

megumi spares poor itadori, who finally woke up, before looking nobara, “I really don’t know why she would settle down for someone like him.”

itadori nods, “literally, out of everyone.”

but nobara sighs with a smile which gets the two boys’ attention.

she looks up at her teacher conversing with you, “but they look pretty in love; I mean look at the way they’re looking at each other.”

the boys turn their heads to look at the both you and they have to admit: nobara’s right. both of your eyes speak a magnitude of feelings and all of them are as gentle as a cloud.

it seems that you’re both so preoccupied by the other that you forgot everyone around you.

there is also the way gojo is holding your hand and rubbing circles on it as you talk. he is smiling so contently and so quietly like the only thing he wants to hear is you.

no wonder he didn’t notice them. he is so absorbed in you.

and the way the feeling is mutual just makes them feel very happy for their teacher even if he is annoying as hell sometimes. it’s nice how the both of you are so openly infatuated with the other.

megumi stands up before pulling itadori by the scruff, “let’s go, they need some privacy.”

Itadori struggles as he is dragged away, “why am I always treated like this?! what about nobara?!”

nobara glares at itadori before megumi stops to look at her.

she raises her fists, “don’t you even dare—“

a loud screech is heard from her as megumi drags her and itadori back to jujutsu high. a lot of passersby are staring, but megumi has seen way too much in his life to care at this point.

on the other hand, satoru is sipping his drink as you watch the kids getting dragged away, “these are your students?”

he nods excitedly before grinning, “yup! so, what do you think about them?”

“they certainly take after you,” you snicker and he narrows his eyes at you, leaning forward so his face is directly in front of your own.

“and what’s that supposed to mean?”

you shrug pushing him away with your index finger to his forehead, “it means whatever you think it means; you’re a smart guy.”

he tilts his head, a smirk instantly plastered on his face, “oh, two can play this game.”

meanwhile, in jujutsu high, the first years are sitting in their beloved classroom.

itadori pulls out the camera, “I got pictures!”

nobara snatches it, “great job itadori!” and megumi gives the boy a small thumbs up.

they browse through the many pictures he had taken and the one that catches their attention the most is a photo of you two smiling at each other, so lost in the other’s eyes, so in love.

but nobara quickly gets over it and continues browsing through the photos.

“itadori, did you get the picture?” nobara whispers to itadori and he nods eagerly.

she takes a hold of the new obtained treasure, a photo of gojo beaming without being a smug bastard, and smirks, “we’re going to get so rich after we sell this.”

“I also got this,” megumi says as he shows off a photo of gojo, somehow, getting attacked by a squirrel with you trying to help him despite laughing your ass off.

nobara gasps, “when did you even get this?!”

“a couple of moments after we left? squirrels hate him for some reason.”

nobara cackles, an evil glint in her eyes, “blackmail, baby!”

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[419jhat]

Eddie's lagging behind his friends at comicon, lazily taking in a particularly cool d20 being sold in the artist alley when he spots her. Seated in a chair, looking bored as fuck while she scrolls on her phone, was the most beautiful Blossom he's ever laid his eyes on. She wasn't wearing the usual outfit. She'd switched it out for something preppy and modern- a pleated pink skirt swishing around her thighs, cute white socks, and a sweater vest that shows off how much she goes to the gym. She looks like she would've called him a freak in high school, but in a sexy way, which is a thought that he doesn't want to reflect on without his therapist present.

"You gonna shoot your shot?" Gareth asks.

Eddie feels like he's been caught.

"I don't know, maybe I will," he says with a shrug.

"She's out of your league, friend. She looks like she'd step on you."

"I know," Eddie sighs.

Gareth looks incredibly unimpressed . "Ugh. Go. Before I leave you standing here like an idiot and she notices you staring. Which you're doing a lot, by the way."

He finishes with a shove right between Eddie's shoulder blades, forcing him to stumble toward Ms. Blossom in a way that catches her attention. And then he has to walk up to her, because he's looking at her and she's looking at him, and neither of them are looking away and it's becoming a whole thing. He walks toward her slowly, because he can't think of what to say, and the way she's playing with her wig is really distracting and cute.

"Uh. Waiting for a Rowdy Ruff Boy?" he jokes awkwardly. Blossom's face morph into pure disgust and Eddie wants to melt into the floor.

"Seriously bro?" she asks with a shockingly deep voice.

Before Eddie can make his brain snap together a response, the other Power Puff Girls are running up to them.

"Steve! I hope you didn't wait long, Chris wanted to get one of those- oh. Hello," Buttercup says, when she notices him. Bubbles' blonde hair is very real, and very cute pulled into pigtails. Buttercup seems to have just dyed hers black for the occasion.

"Hi," Eddie says lamely. He waves at them, for some reason.

Buttercup gasps. "Are you hitting on him? We can leave and come back. Come on, babe," she says, grabbing Buttercup's hand.

"Don't fuck this up!" Bubbles says as she's pulled away.

"Oh my god, ignore them. What did you say?" Steve, apparently, asks. Eddie wants to crawl in a hole and die. He can just feel Gareth laughing behind him.

"It's was a joke. You know, the Rowdy Rough Boys?" Steve doesn't seem to know, so he adds, "the evil boy version of the Power Puff Girls?"

Steve looks down at his clothes as some kind of recognition dawns on his face. "Oh! Shit dude, I haven't seen the show. Rob and her girlfriend just really needed a Blossom."

This is usually the point Eddie would tease Steve about being a poser, but he looks so sincere (and his biceps are so distracting) that his game is totally out of shape. A guy who would don a skirt for his friends? A man after his own heart! He half wants to make up an excuse and leave to save himself from further shame, but he's too enticed by the cute moles on Steve's jaw that he lets himself suffer a little longer.

Steve looks him up and down and asks, "so what are you supposed to be?"

Eddie looks down at his ripped jeans and says, "...me."

He's internally kicking himself for leaving his own outfit in the hotel room.

Steve smiles up at him in a way that shows off his makeup. "Well it's working for you. You know when you first came up to me I thought you were asking me if I wanted to get rough with you."

Eddie laughs awkwardly, cheeks burning, because bombing an interaction this badly is exactly the kind of thing the universe would demand of him. Steve just stares at him. Eddie stares back awkwardly, wondering what he's supposed to even say. He can see Buttercup and Bubbles a few feet away, mouthing something at him combined with a collection of hand gestures he doesn't really understand. Steve sighs. Then he flicks the wig in a way that's kind of flirty and says, "that was an invitation, dude. You gonna take it or sit there and keep staring at my tits?"

And Eddie does take the invitation, thank you very much.

[ghoastixx]

Horror characters w/ a child in the school musical

Notes: In honor of my school's drama club being shut down and me having to go to my neighboring school. (You can tell I have favorites ;))

Includes: Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Mama Firefly, Choptop Sawyer, Billy and Stu, Carrie White, Hannibal Lecter (and Will Graham), Beetlejuice, Micheal Myers (A bit RZ), The Lost Boys,

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Otis Driftwood

The fact that you even have to go to school is a problem to him. With his whole "I hate rules" get up, did you really think he'd want you going to some crummy government public school? He literally hates everything about it..

But... it would be suspicious if you didn't go to school, considering some people in the neighboring town knew there was a kid in the house..

When you bring up wanting to be in your school's musical?

He's all for it, wether you're a little kid or a teenager, surprisingly.

I think he'd be into the idea since he himself is very artsy, he sees it as his kiddo trying to express themselves, and he's all for it.

Especially if you are also in charge of the set (My school's was five people so I always did set), he's so excited to see what you come up with, even if it boringly lacks and pain and suffering.

He won't clean up to come watch it, he will genuinely show up with his matty white hair under his oddly stained cowboy hat, his 'burn this flag' tank top, dirty boots.. he gets odd looks, no one sits next to him or the family, murmuring that they stink.

he's so proud.

"______, do you know who that guy in the front row who keeps grimacing is in the cowboy hat? He's scaring off our audience,"

"That's my dad :)"

Baby Firefly

Oh, she is EXCITED

As a performer herself, coughcoughthefloorshowcoughcough,

If this is a highschool show, she gets into alllll the drama. All the petty fights, tantrums, affairs going on, all the juicy shit that happens during musical season. Perfect person to bitch with about it.

She will come to every single one of the shows, she tells people to come constantly.

She'd have you practice in front of victims as an "audience,"

She is so thrilled, this is the funnest thing ever to her.

Gushes over the costumes

If you don't get a lead you really wanted, she is just as petty as you are about it.

Opening night, she'll give you a boquet of flowers she totally didn't steal before hand.

The best drama mama!

"She's such a bitch, who's she think she is, huh? You deserved that role much more than them, god what a whore."

"Tell me about it,"

Mama Firefly

Aw, she thinks its so dear.

It's been a long time since she had a little one in the home, she's excited to do things that actually make her feel like a mom again.

Supports you in any way you need, practice running late? She's packed you a sandwich and an extra water. Need help going over a scene? Well, she'll try her damn best!

I feel she'd be the type of mom to help make her kids costume if it fell on the kids shoulder

She is so excited to see it when it comes time, she drags R.J, Otis, and Baby (sorry Tiny) out of the home to go see it

She dresses up all nice and fights her way to the front row

She cheers loudly for you.

"Do we have to be here?" Otis grumbled, "Yes, this is your little sibling, now hush it's startin'"

Chop-Top Sawyer

Oh god it's a mess,

it's not that he's not excited, he's very excited his spitfire is into music just like him

but that's the problem, he's too excited.

It's not like he can just... come and watch-

He's not exactly normal, y'know.

Now this could go two different ways,

1. He doesn't go watch, but makes Drayton go and record it so he can watch it himself (if he cares enough by then)

2. He goes and causes a scene and you both just blame it on his Vietnam PTSD which gets you both a lot of sympathy points.

If he does get to go, he freaks a lot of people out. He wears his wig, assuming they replaced his Sonny Bono wig, but is constantly digging at his plate with his tongue just..sticking out. Plus he talks funny and stinks and- god people are trying to figure out who this loud creeper is and why he's here..

Then they see him at the end of the show...standing with you. Gossip spreads quickly..

Some who refuse to believe it, mistake Drayton as your father at the end of the show.

"Hello, I'm assuming your ______'s father? I wanted to tell you just how talented-" "Oh! Hey Mister Johnson, I see you've met my uncle Drayton," "Uncle?" "Yeah, this is my dad," "Oh...Uhm..." "Hi *heavy breathing*" "Forgive him, he's still adjusting from 'Nam."

Billy and Stu

They are both so incredibly normal about your interests

So I'm like conflicted cause one part of me wants to believe that they don't really care all that much but the other part of me that recognizes them as huge nerds is wielding a sword.

Shut up, Stu had a musical phase in middle school, FIGHT ME.

Stu is definitely more excited than Billy is

and it's not that Billy's not excited, Stu just shows it more than Billy.

100% flexible with your schedule, they take turns dropping you off and picking you up if you can't drive.

Stu uses it as an excuse to get out of stuff.

"Sorry, can't, gotta take chick-pea to practice tonight, yeah sooo sorry."

Billy is the type to get volunteered by you if big pieces of the set need done and no one else will do it.

He'll grumble, but it will be done.

Stu donates a lot of money towards the program, half in attempts to get the director to favorite you and give you parts you want.

Stu and Billy come to every show, all of them, without fail.

This is important to you, and you're important to them, so this is important to them.

Stu is so hype on opening night, giving you a pep-talk all day before you go to get ready.

They are so proud of you when the show is over, and will both help you out of that after show slumps.

"C'mon baby, what was the name of the lead your the understudy for?" "Kelly?" "No, Chick-pea, the name of the actor..." "Guys- no."

Carrie White

stop she's so proud of you,

even if you don't end up with a big part, she's so proud that you have the confidence to do something she would have never dared to of done when she was young.

She might even be involved? I could see her making costumes- I mean, she made her prom dress and that shit was stunning.

I think she'd be more partial to you doing activities such as music or band or some form of art over sports.

The arts are just a lot less dangerous than sports, she just wants you to be safe. But she also wants you to be happy.

She will come to every single show,

She'd be the mom to help you go over lines if you needed to as well, or offer to try and help practice a dance you needed to learn.

She definitely cries watching you up on stage,

will get you the prettiest flowers and tell all your co-stars that they did such a good job.

"Mama, can you help me with this scene? I just need you to read for Yente," "Of course honey, where do you want me to start?:)"

Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham,

First off, you go to a private school. No kin of Lecter's is going to be caught dead in a public school.

He is rather thrilled when you mention performing for the school, he does love the arts after all.

Whatever you want and or need, singing lessons, dancing lessons, acting classes, whatever you want.

He will dress up for the occasion, he brings Will as well who is way under dressed, but it's always nice to see him.

I don't think Hannibal would come to every show, sometimes his appointments run late, he has a lot to do, but he will come if you have a parents night and he will come see the opening show.

If anything, Will might try and make all of them if you two are close, he knows what it's like not to have a parent show up to something so important.

Hannibal would make food for a cast party if you had one after.

No there are no people in it.

Hannibal has DVD's of all of the shows you have ever done and whips them out ALL THE TIME... The first time Will even heard of you-

"Hannibal, what are all these DVD's? Why are they labeled '_____'?" "Hm? Oh. _______ is my child, those are their performance videos." "you have a kid-" "They do musical theater, sit down, we shall watch the films." "you have...a kid-"

Beetlejuice

He's actually so upset that he can't come watch your show physically.

It's okay- there's a recorded version for him. He'll feel less bad.

He LOVES performing so this is actually perfect, but of course it is! You're his little ghoul.

He actually already knows the whole show so he is very good at helping you practice.

"Aw- toots- you're almost as good as me. Almost."

Micheal Myers (Slight RZ)

Like most things, he's indifferent.

Good luck getting him to come see even one of your shows.

He shows interest in your little hobby when you talk about it, sit next to him and talk about the show as he makes his masks. He listens.

Now.. If he does come see a show? He will only see one, most likely the last one as they are less packed (less likely anyone will recognize him,)

He'll wear a medical mask, his hair mostly covering the rest of his face, he sits in the very back.

He's slightly warmed at just how much the act meant to you.

Your director will approach you after seeing you hug the very tall man with the long hair and covered face, as he just pat you haphazardly on the head before leaving.

"______, someone you know?" "uh huh, that's my dad." "Your dad.. huh.. he seems very quiet." "Yeah, he don't say very much. I didn't think he was gonna come." "Well, I'm glad he did." "yeah, me too."

The Lost Boys

obviously, if you're going to school, you're a human still.

The only way they could come see your show would be if it was late in the evening, and they would probably show up late.

They're very happy for you and want to support you! It's just difficult with them being vampires.

Paul and Marko definitely get a kick out of acting out scenes from your script with you.

Dwayne is interested in the storyline, he also enjoys watching you act. You're in your element, it's like you're a different person.

David, on the other hand, is just amused that you're into all this stuff. It's not that he thinks its dumb or anything, he thinks you do a great job, it's just not really his scene, y'know.

But, you're their baby bat, they'd literally do anything for you, so as you're up on stage during the third song and see a blur of leather jackets and mullets sitting in the back, you can't help but smile.

"God- why are the guys from the board walk here." "They're my family :)" 'HUH-"

[cloveroctobers]

one of these — 3. Alex Cross [Winter Prompts]

A/N: Where is the content for Aldis period?!!! I’ve been waiting since underground (2016) Him and Edwin will always be appreciated around here! Anyways I’m here with some fluff because it’s already winter in my mind and that’s usually what I try to write more of during this festive yet ugly cold weather. Enjoy some sweetness and foolishness? 🤍

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + HERE & I’m using: ACTIVITIES — Snow down the back of the neck, 1. forced to plan and execute a Christmas feast.

WARNINGS: language, stress of the holidays, & fluff.

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A soft sigh of satisfaction falls past your lips just as you’re closing your famous pot roast into the oven to do its thing for the next few hours. Your balled fists go to your hips as you stand up straight in front of the closed oven, a small smile playing on them before it’s wiped right off.

It’s a biting cold sensation, wet and slushy as it’s drips down the back of your neck and rolls beneath the collar of your house coat. Hissing you whip your body around, hand reaching up to wipe off the remains of the snow racing to get down your spine. You’re half expecting it to be the kids who did this accidentally but the deep chuckle of laughter brings a glare to your face.

“Alex, You play too much!” You hold the back of your neck, trying to wipe it dry with the cotton of the robe.

The man is pulling off his insulated gloves, white teeth gleaming against the contrast of his pretty umber skin, “Mornin’ baby. I’d say I don’t play enough since you volunteered my services to that boiled egg head motherfucker across the street…when you know I don’t like that man.”

You huff, tugging the ends of your silk bonnet over your kitchen, double-checking to make sure none of the snow touched that area because if it did? Your fiancé just might have to be worried about getting ran over by you instead of the reindeer. “See…if you would have just asked before you gave attitude and walked off, you would have known that it was nana mama who did that, not me.”

Alex blinks with a raise of his brows, “Now why would she do that?”

“She’s friendly with the guy,” you shrug, “She’s even invited him over to the big feast later on.”

“Oh hell naw.” Alex frowns with a shake of his head, “It’s bad enough I had to listen to how cheap he is about not calling a snow company when he’s got benefits as a vet. Not only that, his lonely ass talks a lot of shit and dont nobody want to hear that in their own home.”

You scoff, “Well good luck telling nana mama that. Also you can’t just uninvite someone…especially on Christmas.”

Alex quickly titled his head, “We didn’t though and that’s nana mama’s problem.”

It was your turn to raise your brows, “It’s gonna be your problem if you don’t approach it right when you’re speaking to her.” You point the kitchen knife at the taller man who stares blankly at the utensil before you turn to place it into the sink, “Also you owe me an apology for assuming.”

Alex lets out a dramatic sigh as he stomps over to you, arms locking across your shoulders as he brought his lips to your ear, “I’m sorry for doing you like that. Yet…I’ve never seen you jump that high since that one time you thought you saw a mouse but it was nana mama’s wig.”

Your elbow goes right into his ribcage, making him groan and loosen his grip on you, followed by a cough of laughter. “You think you’re so funny but you and I both know that I lost my contacts that day. And clearly you lost your mind trying to mess with me when we’re being forced to do this feast.”

“Aw c’mon…I thought it would get a laugh outta you…and originally to get my lick back,” Alex admits with his hand resting on the side of the top of his torso while you simply roll your eyes but would later appreciate the honesty. The bearded man reaches out to you again, hands fighting to intertwine with yours as he starts to sing off key, “So shouldn't I realize, You're the highest of the high. If you don't know, then I'll say it, So don't ever wonder.”

It’s your turn to groan as Alex brings his cool lips to the warmth of your neck, placing a kiss there after trying to woo you with his terrible singing. That was one of his favorite tunes to sing to you and thankfully he hasn’t had any of that brown liquor or else this would be ten times worse.

When Alex is peppering your face with kisses, trying to sway you into his arms, your resolve breaks some despite you still trying to push him off of you. Being in his embrace was one of your favorite places to be, especially when it took time for you two to get here. Alex was big on physical touch. It all started out as nothing, meeting him at DC’s staple spot, Ben’s Chili bowl, with John before it actually turned into something. You weren’t necessarily in the streets or looking to date someone with kids, initially you were just open to keeping things casual and Alex was still healing with the tragic passing of his late wife.

It took work, the both of you had walls up but it’s been awhile since someone showed you that they were deserving of your time. Alex just loved to learn that he was running through your mind all day—his words of course—and had no issue putting the work in once he realized he was able to love again. You gave this a chance—although leery at the beginning—because you saw the good in Alex Cross. Saw his heart for what it is and finding that you liked being able to be part of it.

He shows you everyday why you should be…even if he had to get a little vengeful by putting some snow on you for something you didn’t do but that will be dealt with.

“I bought you something,” Alex says pulling his chin from on top of your bonnet and digging into his jacket pocket, “If you were wondering what was taking me longer than usual to get back…I snuck out to your spot, waited in line a little bit to get those peppermint bark cookies and those nasty ass gingerbread cookies for the kids too.”

You actually spot the smiley brown cookies, after peering around Alex’s taller frame, resting on the island counter.

A grin finds its way to your face as Alex holds out the wrapped dessert in festive paper and red ribbon to you. Christmas was always your favorite holiday and you raved about these cookies last night in bed saying that they would give you strength to do this large feast. It was all nana mama’s idea since you know, church folk like to get to talking but act like they don’t.

It’s not like the older woman ever needed to find something to talk about but she didn’t appreciate the ladies hinting that her own household couldn’t get down in the kitchen. Christmas Eve was spent at the church for a couple of hours and then Christmas Day was supposed to be a little more smoother where everyone did their own thing in their own homes but this year just had to be different.

Alex finds himself grinning too, watching the custom Pearl and oval engagement ring (which was given to you six months ago) glimmer against your finger as you plucked the cookies from his grasp. You’re making quick work unraveling the cherry and mistletoe decorated paper to take a bite of the peppermint cookies and hum.

“How is it?” Alex questions, already taking the hint at the sight of your eyes closing, “Everything it’s cracked up to be?”

Opening your eyes you nod, “Better than last years.”

“I think that’s just the baby talking,” Alex smirks as his hands go to your hips, softly running his thumbs against your sides.

You scoff, “You’re acting as if I’m deep into this pregnancy.”

You actually weren’t that far along into your second trimester. It wasn’t ideal being pregnant during your wedding so you were absolutely okay with pushing the date back to 2026, enjoying your timeline together the way it needs to be on your shared terms.

“I mean—

“Don’t start, Alex. You’re already on thin got damn ice.” You warn, pointing a finger at him.

He laughs, “Not snow?”

You’re shoving him out the way but he easily moves with you, still laughing.

He dips his head, “Can I get a bite, though?”

“Of this ass.” You flick your hand making Alex frown.

“…That’s not the insult you think it is.” He comments, hands shifting to grip your backside.

Rolling your eyes at his grinning and kissing the crumbs from the corner of your mouth, he lets you go just as you say, “John-Sam said don’t forget the smoked ham hocks for the greens.”

Alex whips his head to look at you, “Huh?”

“Yup.” You sigh, already knowing where this was going but decided to shift the conversation, “Can you take out the glazed ham nana mama made and set it aside so we can warm it back up in the oven once the roast is finished? My back’s a little achy today.”

Alex nods letting you know he’s heard that part, “Yeah of course, you should relax and let me handle everything else…but let’s run that back. I was making the black eyed peas since John deliberately left the greens yesterday and we had to settle for Kayla’s fuck ass green bean casserole.”

You can’t help but to snicker at that.

You were still shocked that John actually brought Kayla to dinner, although you figured out what was going on before John even told Alex. It just seemed like a fling to you but you honestly didn’t think Kayla was John’s type for the time that you got to know him but you minded your business.

Shrugging you say, “I don’t know. He texted saying something came up but he would still be here tonight.”

Alex is shaking his head, palms resting on the counter in annoyance, “What does that mean? If it was already made then why would I have to prepare the whole dish? Who am I, Anthony Hamilton all of a sudden? John’s the main one who claims he makes the best greens when we know that’s a lie! It’s solid but…This motherfucker right here.” He scowls.

“Okay,” you say around a bubble of laughter, “you got one more M-FER to drop before you owe some coin to the Samuel L. Jackson jar.”

Alex scoffs as you rest your hand on top of his, “It’s fine. You’ve pulled off a lot in shorter amount of time. It’s about to be eight, you can do this.”

“Yeah but I don’t want to.” Alex mumbles, “Now I got to go downstairs and get them from the deep freezer. They’re about to stink up the whole house while I clean and soak em. I wasn’t trying to get into that today. Something simple, mostly leftovers. The sisters won’t even know the difference. I should call John up right now—

“Nope,” you say, “You’re supposed to be on your best behavior.”

He side eyes you, “Says who?”

“I do. Baby does. Nana mama and the kiddies.” You reply listing off all the people he deeply loved as you step back from the counter, “…And just look it at as payback for attacking your pregnant wife to be. See how the lord works in mysterious ways? God don’t like ugly.”

Alex’s round eyes were almost buldging in annoyance as you fight back laughter, taking another bite of the cookie and chewing smugly. “The only ugly motherfucker I know is John.”

“You’re wrong for that and that’s not correct.”

“Hold up, Whatchu say?” Alex’s stepping towards you now as you laugh, escaping the kitchen.

Alex shakes his head in annoyance as he tosses his head back, staring up at the ceiling before deciding to let out some laughter but mostly in disbelief. He catches you around the corner, peeking around the fridge. He raises his brows in question at you regardless of how cute you appeared.

“I love you.”

Which almost instantly melts his irritation away, “I love you too, baby.”

“Be good.” You lightly warn, “Help yourself to a cookie.”

“…Which one’s?” He smirks after glancing away from the desserts and eyeing you up and down.

“Bye Alex!” You scoff, disappearing from his sight.

The both of you end up mirroring similar smiles on different sides of the house.

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Continue with my winter anthology prompts here.

[calitears]

sessions

2. iconic duo

story masterlist

tw/notes: cursing, drinking/smoking, drug/alcohol mention, unserious itafushi (?), sexual jokes mentioned

“aren’t you gonna be cold though?” maki asked leaning back on your bed

“but the jacket ruins the point of the outfit, doesn’t it?”

she sighed and looked over her glasses at where you were standing in front of the mirror, “throw on a red one then, red and yellow were already a choice to begin with.”

fake pouting at her you just went ahead and laid down next to her. “it’s just having fun- it’s not even obnoxiously red and yellow! i made it cute,” you sighed dramatically, looking up at her, “don’t push it, i’m still mad you’re not coming with us, who’s gonna be the one degrading the nasty guys that approach us?”

she just rolled her eyes and flicked your forehead in response, “don’t sit here and act like you aren’t capable of being evil.” she stood up from the bed, tugging your arm, “c’mon, i’ve got this red jacket you can take, might even do the outfit a favor, red baby tee and those shorts aren’t enough even if you made cute, you’re still gonna get hypothermia when walking outside.”

you followed her sitting up, letting her take you to her room to dig for the jacket, “if you had decided to go we could’ve been needy and jennifer…”

“aw, well that’s too bad.”

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you wandered through the crowded living space, bright colored lighting shading the walls and furnitures. you dragged toge to where yuji had texted you he was, panda following shortly behind you both, wearing some cheap dollar store blonde wig after you both decided to include him into the ‘duo’ by making him juno’s best friend leah. some people gave you weird looks when seeing the taped bowl under your friend’s shirt resembling a ‘stomach’, but most were caught up in there own worlds.

once you reached the dinning room it was hard to miss the guy’s pink hair, wearing some variation of a tyler durden fit. he was leaning against the table smiling, the round sunglasses sliding down his nose as he seemed to examine something on the table, only to look up when he felt your finger flick against his shoulder. his smile only getting brighter once he took in you and toge’s outfits.

“y/n! wait- you guys actually did it-!” he exclaimed.

“heyyyy- you look great! fight club-” you started only to be cut off by him bringing his finger up to his lips. “first rule, never talk about about fight club.”

you just rolled your eyes, watching him bring his attention to toge next. “hey, this is our friend panda,” he said, pointing to the obvious.

“awesome! i love panda’s!” he exclaimed, turning back to you for a moment before he forgot. “oh hey- remind me one of my friends wanted to meet you, she started listening to you and said she’s a fan!”

“always up for meeting a hot girl,” but as yuji moved out the way, you caught sight of the guy who had been standing behind him.

white button up with a ‘hello my name is’ sticker on it, black pants, loosened tie and fake busted lip and nose, the blood drawn on with what’d you guess was some kind of lipstick or colored makeup pencil. No doubt as the narrator and the other half of yuji’s pair, but holy shit was he hot.

“oh yeah- hey this is my no heart ex-roomate-” yuji started only to get slapped on the back of his head.

“Fushiguro, nice meeting you…”

outside the studio…

debated making megumi and yuji ennis and jack but i alr made a reference 1st chap had to limit myself

megumi stole nobara’s lipstick to draw the blood on in the car and was jumpscared when she got into the passenger seat

toge went around and kept rubbing his stomach and telling everyone y/n was the father

yuji was looking down at the table at a printed out minion meme someone that was a fan had given him

yuta and maki went to go watch nosferatu together, maki kept thinking ‘trench coat buttoned up to the TOP”

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[bookskiver]

Tmr characters going trick or treating together (HAPPY HALLOWEEN):

(This one's been chilling in my drafts waiting for spooky day so here we go)

Let's start with the obvious, thomas and newt ARE DOING matching costumes.

Tbh I think they'd do something very basic, theyd get white sheets cut holes out and be ghosts but they'd wear some colourful fluffy socks and pull them up and wear blackout sunglasses over the sheets

And if minho wanted to do a trio they'd do alvin and the chipmunks (minho as alvin, thomas as simon and newt as Theodore (in my humble opinion))

If not, then I feel minho and brenda would go as those two from Subway surfers, tricky and jake, bc they both thought it was cool (they would both bring real spray paint cans and may or may not dabble in some vandalism, but shhhh)

Gally (being gally) didn't want to go, but when he saw everyone getting excited, he felt left out

"FIIIINEEEE if you insist, I'll come with you all"

"We didn't say anyt-"

"NONO it's fine, too late to apologise, I'm going now"

He would either just wear all black clothes and a scary mask (one of those light up purge ones probs) OR, he would still wear all black but put a police cap on and be the policeman from subway surfers to go with minho and brenda

If the girls did a group costume they would be the victorious girls (teresa as tori sonya as cat brenda as trina and Harriet as jade YES PLEASE!!!!!) (I would say they could do that one improv episode with the sleepover at sikowitz's but trina isn't in it 😔)

Alby would be there to babysit these CHILDREN

He would be the angry dad tapping his foot at the end of the driveway waiting for them to get their sweets

He's the one chasing down minho and brenda if they use their spray paint

Give my guy alby a break 😭😭😭

I can picture teresa as coraline, cute outfit she's wearing the blue wig yellow raincoat and everything

No one goes as a character from coraline with her but she's chill slaying alone. She stays back chatting to alby, trying to calm the poor man down from sprinting after gally because he jumpscared a group of children.

CHUCK GOES AS A CREEPER

He wears full green and paints a box to put over his head. Thinks it's really cool until SOMEBODY (gally) starts repeatedly smacking the top of his box

(Gally has been smacked in the back of the head by alby so many times he may have a bald spot at this point)

Harriet and sonya go as jake and finn from adventure time (sonya as finn harriet as jake) or if aris wants to go (I feel like he wouldn't care for Halloween but sonya bribed him with the promise of sweets) they'd go as kenny Stan and kyle from south park. They'd go as this is because aris DEFINITELY has that big orange coat kenny wears and you cant tell me he doesnt bc he does (he goes as kenny Harriet as stan and sonya as kyle)

Fypan (wanting to make chuck feel better) goes as a minecraft zombie with a box on his head (live laugh frypan 🥹🫶)

And if they did a whole group costume they'd go as SIMS!!! They'd print out print out those plumbob crystals and glue them to headbands. They'd all be green accept for gally who was given a red one and alby who's red plumbob was very much forced upon him

And yes, they do walk around talking simlish :)

(This was so all over the place im so sorry i had alot to say 😭) HOPE YOU ENJOYED HAPPY HALLOWEEN MY LOVELYS <33333

[the-himawari]

A3! Usui Masumi - Last Step Mini Conversations Translation

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Practise Conversation 1

That event hall was totally white when we performed there for our last event. But this time it was changed to all black. That was surprising.  

They’re changing their image, just like when someone dyes their hair. Well, the budget for both are completely different though.  

…Say. Do you like me better with dark or light coloured hair?  

I’ve worn wigs of all sorts of colours in my plays, but if there’s a colour you prefer, then it might be nice to wear a wig with that colour.  

The thought of spending my days changing my image to your favorite colour makes my heart race. Next time, tell me which colour you’d like me to try.    

Practise Conversation 2

In our upcoming play, Azami, Taichi and I are playing best friends, so Taichi took us out to hang out together.  

Taichi has dragged me here and there from time to time, but I guess it felt a bit fresh having Azami with us too.  

We went to karaoke and window shopped for clothes. It felt like we were taking small side trip on our way home from school.

I don’t think our characters actually did anything like that, so I’m honestly not sure it helped us prepare for our roles… but, well, it was fun.  

But then when we were at a family restaurant and tried to talk about love, which actually was an important part our role study, Azami called us shameless and we barely got to say anything.  

I wish we got to talk more about love. But I’ll live. I’ll just do that with Muku or Kasumi another time.    

Practise Conversation 3

Director, do you have a minute? …Are you free this day next week?  

Here. It’s a ticket for a Valentine’s themed play. I’d like to watch it with you. Let’s go together.  

Really?  

…Great. I’m so happy.  

Since it's Valentine's Day, I wanted to tell you how I feel and have some fun together.  

It’s not exactly on Valentine’s Day, but I’m thrilled I get to have a Valentine’s date together with you.  

I’ll plan the whole day out for us. You don’t need to think about a thing. Leave it to me.  

By the way, I heard this play is a sweet and tragic love story. It’s recommended for couples to watch together.  

I’m looking forward to watching it with you. After the show, let’s go eat some limited-edition chocolate desserts.  

Masumi & Yuki Talk

Masumi: Hey, do you have a second? You’re almost finished with the costumes for the upcoming event, right?  

Yuki: Yeah. I'm going to have everyone try them on, make a few more adjustments, and then they’ll be done… Why do you ask?  

Masumi: The theme this time is “the colour black”, so I heard the costumes are supposed to match that. Anytime we’re announcing or showcasing the event, I’d also like to introduce the black-themed costumes. I bet it’ll really stand out.  

Yuki: Ah, I see. That might be a good idea since it’ll give everyone a sense of event's vibe. Should we take some promo photos while we’re trying them on then?  

Masumi: Yeah. …I also want to ask you about the parts you put specific attention into. I think that’d be something good to publish as one of the “points of interest”.  

Yuki: Hmmm…  

Masumi: What?  

Yuki: Nothing, nothing. I just thought that was a pretty good point from our PR guy. Keep it up and make sure you do a good job introducing our show and our costumes, alright?  

Masumi: I know. You better make costumes that attracts everyone’s attention too.  

Yuki: That’s a given.

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Chapter 7

Loss of virginity, vaginal sex, sex with a condom, aftercare

Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me.

Reader goes on a date with Billy and loses her virginity.

Another week went by with you working as a lifeguard and some shifts with Steve and Billy. Even though Heather was there, she mainly kept to herself instead of embarrassing you. Barb and Nancy visited you at the pool one day during your shift. When you were on your lifeguard tower one day looking through magazines with Nancy and Barb, you noticed Steve and Billy staring while you sucked on a red, white, and blue popsicle.

It must be the sexy Polaroid pictures you left in their lockers. Steve had been taking you on dates a bit nothing special, but he paid. Billy and Steve were both charming, but you had your eyes set on Billy. Steve and you had been hooking up. The occasional oral, more hand jobs for him, and even 69’ing. You weren’t a couple though, and didn’t label the relationship.

Billy being the cocky guy he was, walked over to you during your break and put his hand on your shoulder.

“I was thinking we should go on a date. Just you and me, doll. A night out doing whatever you want.”

“How about the drive-in movies? I would love to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show on the big screen.”

“Hmm, so this Saturday maybe I can pick you up? I know girls can’t resist my Camaro.”

He was right. His car was a Chevy and sleek. You would be the luckiest girl at that drive-in.

“Well, how about after? Maybe see where the night takes us or we could do something. If there’s drinking, it might not be a good idea for us to drive.”

“I like how you think. Sneak in booze and drink a bit. Let's play it by ear though.”

You reached out touching his biceps and squeezing it admiring the skull tattoo on his shoulder.

“Pick me up at 8 then, Billy.”

The rest of the week, you pick the best outfit and decide on your makeup. There was no way you could go to your place after the date. Heather would be around. The week after, you would have the place to yourself while your family was camping with the neighbors.

If Billy asked you to have sex with him, you would be sure to be safe and ready. Condoms and of course, clean STI/STD tests. Going out one day you bought protection, being sure to have lube and condoms, not wanting to be without. Just in case Billy didn’t bring any along. But what if he didn’t like virgins…

Steve soon found out you were going out with Billy and you just hoped he wasn’t too jealous. Throughout the summer, you have spent some of your best days with your friends and at the pool. It was finally happening though, and you could be with Billy. As far as a relationship was concerned, you would just take your time with that.

The day of the date Heather was lurking in the hallway as you were getting ready and doing your makeup. You dressed up for the occasion and go as Magenta for the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Complete with the dress, apron, tights, and red wig, you did your makeup just like Magenta. Heather came into your room just as you were spraying some perfume and putting on lotion.

“What do you want Heather?”

“I don't like that tone you are taking with me. I just wanted to say you’ve come a long way. Even if we aren't biological sisters, I still care about you, alright? Just be careful.”

She had a point. Heather had her moments of being an overprotective sister, after all. She meant well though, and you couldn't possibly be upset with her. Even though she got on your nerves and even though you fought, sometimes she was still your sister for better or for worse.

“Thanks, Heather. I mean sis.”

“By the way, for what it's worth, you look great and Billy is a really lucky guy.”

Billy showed up about a half hour later in his Camaro and you were getting even more excited. Hopefully, he would like your outfit and makeup. He rang the bell and you answered. Billy was wearing ripped jeans, black boots, and a button-up black long-sleeved shirt. He also smelled of a nice cologne that was most likely sandalwood.

“Missed you, Billy. I can't wait for our date.”

“Well, you won't have to miss me any longer.”

Now in his car, he turned on the radio, and the familiar sound of Judas Priest's painkiller blasted through the speakers. You were handed flowers from him beautiful dozen red roses. Billy eyed you as he drove and he was just glad to be there, putting his hand on your thigh and squeezing it. The car ride there was nice, and you loved his taste in music.

“I forgot to mention just how beautiful you are tonight in that outfit. It's so amazing you did your best to be Magenta.”

“Ready to do the time warp with your Magenta then tonight, Billy?” You asked with a chuckle.

“Damn right, I am, doll.”

Soon you were at the drive-in paying your entry fees and then picked a space in the middle of the drive-in parking lot. Lots of people were there, and it was dark now. The movie's opening trailers were starting. Billy rolled down the windows slightly to bring in some fresh air.

“So you wanna get some snacks, maybe? My treat. Whatever you want.”

He took out his wallet and gave you a twenty.

“Thanks, Billy. I’ll get popcorn, sodas, candy. Anything else?”

“Sounds good doll. Whatever you want, like I said, I’m good for it.”

When you stood in line to get your snacks, you noticed there was Karen there with Ted. You wanted to tell her off. All these years of knowing she wanted to put the moves on Billy. All that was stopping her was probably her husband. With him around, though, it was pointless to make a scene. Once you got your Sour Patch Kids, red vines, and popcorn with extra butter and a little salt, you filled up your sodas at the self-serve station with a Dr. Pepper and a cherry Coke.

“Billy, I’m back,” you told him joyously as you got to his car.

Billy opened your door for you and you got in with the tray. Deciding not to tell him about the encounter with Karen you would just enjoy the night instead. She was not worth the energy.

“Well, doll, this looks great. Movies starting.”

Billy leaned over and kissed you. When the opening song sequence started, you sang along and ate some popcorn drinking your Dr Pepper as Billy drank some cherry coke. He added a bit of vodka to each of your sodas and put a finger to his lips as he laughed softly.

By the time they had made it to the sequence of Meatloaf's last scene, you and Billy had finished devouring the popcorn and were working on the candy as he sang along to Meatloaf's part. Being close to him like this and having a date night was something you imagined happening, even in your wildest dreams. He knew every word of every song, and it was like he was your perfect match.

“Billy, I think tonight has been wonderful,” you told him excitedly as you leaned on close leaning your head against his shoulder, lacing your fingers with his, and holding hands.

“Me too, sweetheart. It's been great. The movie, the snacks, but you the most.”

Both of you were done with your liquor sodas now and feeling the buzz. It was great to be drinking and spending time with Billy enjoying the movie. Of all the guys in town, Billy had his certain charm and charisma. Sure, Eddie and Steve were great, but Billy was, too. As Frank N Furter was singing about returning to his home planet again, you and Billy were moving to the beat and singing a bit wasted but feeling good.

The movie got better with every watch but seeing it at the cinemas instead of on VHS was just a different feeling. Nothing could compare to watching a movie on a big screen. Billy was the life of the party usually, and tonight was no different for him. In a way, he had stolen your heart. Of anyone you could be with tonight, you were so glad it was with Billy.

“Princess, you wanna go somewhere after this?”

“I don't think you should drive Billy. How about a nearby hotel?” You suggested trying to sound alluring as you put your hand on his thigh squeezing it.

Billy's lips crashed against yours and pulled you onto his lap, pinning you down and growling.

“Fuck. Sounds like the best idea ever.”

You took some condoms out of your pocket showing him you had protection.

“I have some too in my wallet, but not here.”

“Billy, I'm a virgin,” you admitted.

“I figured as much. I haven't been with anyone in about a month. I’ll show you clean tests.”

Reaching into his glove compartment he pulled the papers out letting you look at them as he lit up a cigarette and inhaled slowly blowing the smoke outside the window. As you looked through the papers, you nodded. He was honest, which was a good thing, and he was clean.

“I’ve done stuff though, and I got tested recently.”

You took out the papers from your purse showing him. Billy glanced at them and nodded, smiling. The movie would soon be over and no doubt as the credits rolled, a big crowd would be trying to leave the outdoor theater grounds. As the last song started, you made a suggestion.

“Now we should go to that hotel.”

Billy nodded, planning to pick a nice hotel. Somewhere upscale for his date and girl, not some dinky motel room. Typically, Billy wouldn’t be with virgins, but he had strong feelings toward you. As Billy drove, you sang along to the song Painkiller by Judas Priest called Touch of Evil. There wasn't much talking as Billy drove, but the feeling of excitement was palpable in the air.

When he parked he opened your door, going with you to get a room paying for the night, and getting the keys. Soon you were in the hotel room with Billy. Deciding to bring inside the red roses he had gotten for you earlier, you took them to the bed putting some rose petals on it, and then taking some to the bathroom.

“Billy, can we take a bath first?”

“Of course, beautiful.”

As you filled the tub you put some rose petals into the water and some bubble bath before removing your wig. You felt grateful to be there with him and you had even brought some sexy lingerie with you, wanting to wear it for him tonight. The hotel room was nice and even better than you expected it to be. When the tub was full you sunk into the water with Billy getting into the water soon after.

“This feels nice, Billy so warm and relaxing and I’m so glad to be here with you.”

“Me too. I like your company and we are good together, I think. The movie was fun.”

As Billy washed you up you sighed happily, closing your eyes. The soap smelled like French vanilla. He was tender with you and washed you up nicely. He was the best and just a true romantic at heart. Most people in Hawkins had the wrong idea about Billy. Even if you didn’t see him again after tonight, you wouldn’t regret this or anything with him.

“I think everything with you is fun, Billy. Now I want to wash you.”

“That's a great idea, doll.”

Billy had such a beautiful body and physique. His cock was so big, veiny, and girthy. You washed his upper body first taking your time with the wash cloth and making sure he enjoyed every moment of this bath.

“Your hands are so nice. I’m glad you came here with me. It was a pleasant surprise and you wanted to come here. No complaints, though.”

“Thank you, Billy. I just wanted to spend some quality time alone, and at least we can be alone here.”

Billy nodded and gasped as you reached his legs your hand brushing over his cock before you washed it too making him buck his hips and groan softly. After you finished washing him, you leaned against his chest relaxing in the water. When the water was lukewarm, you got out to dry off and give him a good view of your ass.

“Let's just relax and watch a little TV maybe,” Billy suggested as you were all dried off now and brushing your teeth.

“Maybe we could find a movie on TV.”

As you went to the bed, you bounced on it, feeling happy as he turned on the TV. You went to your purse getting out the pink and purple trim lingerie with material made of silk and lace. Billy eyed you as you put it on and he settled on the movie Caligula. There was an orgy unfolding on screen, and to say you were intrigued was an understatement. The movie starred Malcolm Mcdowell and Helen Mirren but some parts were downright pornographic.

“You look so sexy wearing that, gorgeous,” Billy boasted as he removed his towel and got into bed.

The sheets were soft and you were glad everything looked clean. Turning on the bedside lamp to a low setting, you cuddled in next to Billy trying to enjoy the movie. Billy leaned in kissing you as another sex scene unfolded on screen.

"Billy, I want you to fuck me. Get the condoms," you requested, sounding desperate.

"My needy little thing. You want me to fuck you, huh? I love the sound of that."

He took out a condom and unwrapped it with his teeth before tossing the wrapper aside. He stroked himself trying to get hard.

"I'll help with that."

You straddled his leg and sucked the tip of his cock and then kissed along his shaft. He hissed as your mouth was on his cock.

"Sit on my face, doll," he commanded as he grabbed your ass, squeezing it.

You positioned yourself so you were straddling his face. He moved the lingerie slip up your body so he could get good access to your pussy. Wasting no time he went to work fingering and sucking your clit as you bobbed your head on his cock making him gasp and work in sync to get each other off.

"Mm, fuck doll your mouth is perfect. Such a good girl for me," Billy praised you in between licks and thrusts with his fingers inside.

As your warm mouth pleased him, Billy felt like he was in pure heaven and he knew if he kept going like this much longer with you then he wouldn't last as long. He slapped your ass as you took him as deep as you could, mouth-watering. Your pussy clenched his fingers and tongue as he ate you out, causing you to make lewd noises around his cock.

"I want you to fuck me now, doll."

You popped off his cock and maneuvered so you were hovering above his cock, condom in hand now, wrapping it around his thick shaft. Once it was on, you sank onto his cock slowly, inch by agonizing inch until he was filling you up to the hilt.

"Oh fuck, Billy, you are so big."

Your first time fucking a man and you were on top. No less with Billy Hargrove. It was all you wanted and pure bliss.

"Mm baby, you feel so tight. Fuck, I love this pussy already."

Billy's lips clashed against yours as he let you adjust to him fully. Giving him no warning you thrust yourself on his cock and bit his lips as he ferally grunted and you moaned against his lips- tongues tangling and you tugged on his wavy locks of hair as you looked deeply into his gorgeous blue eyes.

“I love your big cock. Billy fuck me harder please!” You pleaded to want him to fuck you as he pleased.

“Anything for you, babe.”

Billy was thrusting his hips establishing a steady pace as he filled you to the brim with his cock his balls slapping erratically as he grabbed your hips tightly. You pleased yourself by using your fingers and rubbing harsh circles on your clit. Fucking him felt sensual and as your tongue wrapped around his cock, gasps escaped his mouth and your lips elicited airy groans of pure bliss causing Billy to bounce you faster on his cock.

“Oh fuck yes, Billy, give me that big cock!” You seductively moaned as he gave into your desires and request picking the pace up his hands now on your ass kneading it as you sucked on his neck causing him to growl in animalistic fury.

Now that your wish to fuck Billy and lose your virginity to him was coming true, you were intending on making this one of the best sexual awakenings. The TV was still on but neither of you was paying any attention as you fucked each other senseless. Embracing passionately and being skin-on-skin. Even with the condom as a barrier, his cock felt incredible inside and you could feel it in your belly.

You had never moaned this loudly before or cried out like Billy was making you and you were feeling like you were on top of the world. The pain had lessened from him being inside and like the perfect gentleman, Billy got you wet with foreplay before fucking you. Telling people in the future you had lost your virginity to Billy and fucked him hard was going to be a story you would tell for a long time.

“Yeah, that's right. Gonna fuck this pussy until you cum. Baby, I’m getting close. Fuck! Please tell me you are too.” He grunted as he slowed his thrusts, trying to draw out his impending orgasm wanting to prolong it until you came first.

Closing your eyes you basked in the sensations of his cock and your fingers as you kept up a steady rubbing on your‌ sensitive clit. Panting and holding onto the bed rail, you made the bed shake with your movements on top pinning him to the bed. He pistoned his hips and gyrated running his fingers over your erect nipples, pinching them and earning pretty cries from your lips.

“Yes, Billy I’m gonna cum!” You keened as you tilted your head back and scratched his chest leaving imprints with your nails.

Billy’s kisses stifled your cries as he spanked your clit and fucked into you harder, causing waves of orgasm to wash over you. He maneuvered so you were underneath him, wrapping your legs around him as his balls became full of cum and his cock leaked pre-cum inside the condom. Any moment now he would cum and you couldn’t wait to have all his cum.

“Where should I cum?”

“Over my chest. Please!” You whined.

Billy thrust three more times before pulling out and removing the condom stroking his cock as he painted your chest, tits, and nipples with his seed. Reaching for Kleenex, he cleaned you up and lay down next to you for cuddles.

“Thank you Billy for my first time.”

“You got it doll.”

You fell asleep enraptured in his arms soon after.

You wanted to go over to Nancy’s and tell her the good news. She would be so happy for you to lose your virginity. When she lost hers, she was over the moon about it. Barb was surely at Nancy’s already since you had a movie night to see the newest John Hughes movie, Pretty In Pink. Arriving at Nancy’s you were greeted by Karen.

“Hi, Karen.”

“Excuse me what did you call me?”

“Karen. That's your name, isn't it? Look, I know you have had a thing for Billy for a while now. I know your game and what you are up to. Stay away from him and stay away from the Hawkins pool. He's mine.”

“I don't know what you are talking about.”

“I’m trying to play nice but you have a family and kids. If you don't want them to know about how you feel about Billy, then back off.”

With a startled look on her face, she stood there baffled before you marched off into Nancy’s room. She could think what she wanted. Let her think you had sex with Billy. Maybe she didn't know and thought you hadn't fucked him. Either way, you were so beyond done with her.

Now in Nancy’s room, you saw Barb and Nance spread out on the bed with snacks, watching previews for the movie. Sitting down in between them you grabbed some popcorn and a Dr. Pepper.

“So how was your time with Chrissy and Robin last weekend?” Barb asked curiously.

“It was nice, but I finally slept with Billy. He asked me out to the movies, then we did it at a hotel.”

“That's a big deal. You feel any different now?” Barb asked curiously as Nancy looked at you with wide eyes.

“It was good. It hurt at first, but I liked it.”

“Okay but what about with Robin and Chrissy did anything happen?” Nancy demanded.

You crossed your arms getting defensive with her now.

“I hooked up with them. We had a threesome.”

Barb looked a bit shocked as Nancy’s expression turned glum.

“Are you kidding me? I thought I told you I had feelings for Robin,” Nancy spat out bitterly.

“That was over a year ago. You are with Jonathan,” you shot back.

Nancy rolled her eyes and glared at you.

“Don't take that tone with me. You know what you should leave. You broke the girl code.”

Getting up you looked to Barb who looked down on the floor after she mouthed ‘sorry.’

“Fine, I’ll leave.”

“I just don't want to see you right now,” Nancy told you with a huff.

You got up to leave, with Barb following behind you. Out of earshot now, you looked at her with anger in your eyes.

“Just give Nance some time to calm down. She’ll get over it.”

“I hope.”

You hugged each other before you left making sure to flip Karen off on your way out.

Chapter 8 Eddie Munson x fem reader Let's put the x in sex.

Nsfw warnings: anal play, rimming, usage of toys, strap-on, pegging, anal sex.

After you go out with Eddie to a barbeque, you end the night with some fun at your place. Eddie suggests you try something new and have a night filled with passion and new firsts.

The next week, you spent home relaxing, working, and staying away from Nancy. You didn’t want to pursue Robin, but Nancy didn’t care. Barb had called to tell you that Nancy and Jonathan had broken up. If she wouldn't apologize, then you wouldn’t either.

Karen had stopped showing up at the local pool, which was fine with you. You would talk to Billy and Steve at the pool sometimes, but you didn’t go on any more dates with them. Eddie was your next pursuit, and you couldn’t wait to be with him on a date soon. He promised to play a new song for you– acoustic– at an upcoming town barbeque.

The day of the bbq, you got ready and hoped there wouldn’t be any weird tension if Barb and Nancy were there. It would be nice to see Eddie, though. Eddie was meeting you there, and you dressed nice but comfortable. You chose a black leather skirt, a Corroded Coffin tank top, and platform boots with a black denim battle jacket.

Once you complete your look with platform red heels and fishnets, you put on makeup: smokey eyeshadow and eyeliner, black lipstick. Eddie wouldn’t know what hit him. Earlier that week, you had bought more toys at the sex store, including a strap-on, since you had so much fun using it with Robin and Chrissy.

What Eddie didn’t know yet was that you were anal training and had already gone up another size with your butt plugs. Not only that, but you had bought glass and rubber dildos of bigger sizes and you used them on your ass. You could even get yourself off and cum just by anal penetration.

When you arrived at the barbeque, you got cold water and met up with Eddie. When you found him by his van, he was smoking a cigarette. Embracing you in a hug you breathed in his scent. Soon you had plates of food, including ribs, steak, potato salad, and pasta salad. For dessert, there would be s’mores.

He looked so sexy wearing his cutoff ripped black jeans, a Metallica tank top, and combat boots. Eddie always knew how to look heavy metal. And his Dio vest was present like usual, one of his favorite battle jackets.

“I’m glad you came, sweetheart. I’m just glad I can see a familiar face. My friends bailed on me.”

“Me too Eddie. I’m not friends with Nancy at the moment. Don’t ask though. It's a long story and she and Jonathan broke up recently.”

“That sucks. Well, I’m sorry to hear that.”

He ate some pasta salad and wiped his mouth with a napkin as you opted to eat some potato salad. The food was good, and the town barbeque was off to a good start and would be a big hit with the townsfolk. There were burning questions on your mind but you would ask Eddie them when the time was right.

“I’m okay, Eddie. I wish I had my best friend again. Barb’s been great though.”

“I understand. Look, you are amazing and Nancy will come to her senses.”

He reached out taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. The way he touched you and looked at you with his doe-brown eyes practically made you melt on the spot. Weeks ago you had his dick in your mouth and now you were enjoying a bbq together.

You finished your food with small talk and then got the supplies for making s’mores just as it got dark. The night would hopefully only get better, and Eddie was being so nice. You couldn't help but look at his ringed fingers as he twirled the marshmallow over the open campfire.

“You roast marshmallows pretty well princess.”

“Thanks, Eddie. I try.”

He put his arm around your shoulder as you roasted your marshmallows to golden brown and blew out the flame. You arranged the graham crackers and the chocolate on your plate and made your s’more. Trying it you chewed thoughtfully. Eddie tried it and was licking his lips after a big bite.

“You have some on your face, Eddie!” You playfully joked before licking it off.

Eddie smiled pulling you in for a gooey and chocolate s’more filled kiss. Your tongues tangled and when you broke free of the kiss, breathless. You continued to eat your s’mores hand-feeding each other. The joy didn’t last any longer because you saw Nancy there with Robin flirting shamelessly as they drank from their blue solo cups.

“Nancy’s here. Great.”

Eddie looked up and frowned.

“What do you say we get out of here?”

“I won't possibly object to that, Eddie.”

He took your hand leading you to his van. Once you were inside, he started his engine and the familiar sound of Corroded Coffin's new song Apocalyptic came on.

“Where to, sweetheart?”

“My house. I have the place all to myself tonight.”

Eddie leaned over kissing you again and squeezed your thigh.

“Sounds perfect.”

He began the drive to your place as the moon and stars came out in full view in the near distance. Hopefully, he'd play his acoustic guitar for you tonight. You wanted nothing more than that.

“You gonna play your guitar for me, metalhead?”

“Of course, sweetheart. I can't wait to.”

He put the pedal to the metal to arrive at your place sooner, making you giggle. Soon he arrived parking in your driveway and turning off the engine. Once you got inside, he brought his guitar to your couch as you turned on a lamp and sat next to him.

As Eddie strummed his guitar tuning it up, you leaned in close and kissed him. He soon started playing Apocalyptic, and you were all smiles as he put all his passion and everything he had into one of his favorite Corroded Coffin songs. His voice was incredible, and the instrumental parts were just as good. His fingers and rings as he played the notes looked so strong and you admired his movements on the fretboard.

“Eddie, you are amazing!”

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

He kissed you pulling gently on the guitar pick necklace he had gifted you. His fingers twined with yours, his finger brushing lightly over the mood ring he had given you that you were wearing on your middle finger. You hadn't taken it off since he put it on you that night at Hawkins Pool after the concert.

“Wanna take a shower?” You suggested.

“Hell yeah.”

Getting up you made your way to the shower with Eddie turning on the warm water and undressing before getting in slowly. The water felt amazing, and you were all over Eddie kissing and touching him, grabbing your chest and you grabbed his cock as you teasingly jerked him off with the washcloth. Getting on your knees you finished washing him before he washed you.

“Mm, that feels so good, Eddie. I want to do something different tonight.”

“Different how? I’m up for almost anything.”

“Anal. I want you to be my first for that, if you are clean, I mean.”

He was on his knees cleaning your pussy and ass as he looked up at you with wide doe eyes.

“I am. I would like to be your first for that.”

Standing up, he kissed you and grabbed your ass, kneading your cheeks.

“Yeah? Great. I also wanted to know if you would be interested in pegging.”

“I could try. Believe it or not, I haven’t tried that yet.”

Eddie shrugs nonchalantly as you smile, a wicked grin on your face. He was so sexy. Eddie didn’t even have to try, he just was. Turning off the water you grabbed a towel and dried off, wiggling your ass and bent over for him.

“Shit sweetheart, stop teasing me. Do you mean you have a strap-on?”

“I bought one recently, and it's rubber, also purple.”

“Let's try it. Guess it's only fair if I fuck your ass, then you fuck mine.”

He chuckled softly as he dried off and shook his head like a wet dog as he dried his wavy locks with a small towel. You brushed your hair and batted your lashes at him as you looked into the mirror. Eddie came up from behind you wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly to him with his towel still wrapped around his waist.

“I’ll show you my toys. Come on.”

Taking his hand you led him to your room, lit some vanilla candles, and turned on the lamp close to your bed. You opened your top drawer revealing condoms, lube, and your collection of toys including your anal training kit of butt plugs.

“I’m up to the largest butt plug size now.”

“I’m impressed, princess. The strap-on looks great. I’d say 8 inches.”

“It is. I want to fuck you first if that's okay.”

Eddie looked happily surprised as his cheeks turned red. Removing the towel he wrapped it over your door and walked back over to you.

“Should I get down on all fours?”

“Yes. And I want you to get all lubed up for me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He teased as he gave you a salute.

With Eddie's face down and ass up, you got out the lube and rubbed it over the strap-on cock, getting it ready for him. Putting on gloves you put lube on the fingers and entered his ass. Eddie shivered in anticipation as you filled him up with three fingers and moved them inside.

“Oh, fuck yes, that feels magnificent.”

“Your ass is so tight.”

Noticing his cock hardening you smiled with delight. Soon satisfied, you threw the gloves away into your trash can and lined the fake cock up at his entrance.

“You ready Eddie?”

“Yes. Fuck me, please.”

You wanted nothing more than to fuck his ass and enter him. Eddie wanted it badly, and his ass was gorgeous. Even though you weren’t together, you were having fun with whatever it was you were to each other. Not having a label on it was fine too, as long as you were enjoying yourself and Eddie, for that matter, nothing else was important.

Tapping the fake cock as his ass’s entrance you teased his puckered hole with it. His entrance was slick from the lube you used with your gloved fingers, and his ass was yours for the taking.

“Stop teasing me, sweetheart. Please stop.”

“I’ll give it to you good, Eddie.” You promised him as you slide into him.

“Fuck yes, keep going!”

Bottoming out inside of Eddie you fucked him slowly going at a nice steady pace. Eddie groaned at you and gripped the bed sheets below him tightly. Putting your foot on the bed to get a better angle you pounded into his ass as he stroked his cock.

“Oh shit magnificent!” Eddie boasted, crying out and looking back at you.

“Tell me how sexy I look pounding your ass, Eddie.” You ordered him as he looked into the big vanity mirror you had watching you fuck him and watching you thrust away, your breasts swinging and bouncing as you claimed his ass as yours.

“You look sexy, princess. So hot.”

He stroked his cock to full hardness, and his cock was a work of art. Already you were looking forward to your turn and having Eddie fuck your ass for the first time. It would be sexy as hell and erotic. Everything you wanted and imagined, but even more.

“Oh, fuck Eddie, your ass is so tight!” You praised him loving what a good boy he was for you as you listened to his pretty gasps as he stroked his cock.

“Yes, I love you riding my ass and mounting me!”

You rubbed his prostate massaging it as you thrust harder into him. Eddie’s cock looked so beautiful and you were having the time of your life fucking him. If he asked you to do this again in the future, you wouldn’t object.

“Yes, so good for me. I bet you want to fuck me too though, huh, get inside my ass with your hard cock as your balls get heavy with cum and your cock leaks pre-cum.” You teased him and slapped his nice peach ass and fucking him harder before stopping abruptly inside him.

“Yes, please, I need it. My cock is aching to fuck you. Please!” He begged as you massaged his balls and continued your ministrations on his prostate, giving him pleasure there.

After more lingering moments of fucking his ass, you stopped again and pulled out. Changing positions with Eddie on the bed you reached for your favorite glass dildo with a pink heart on the end of it handing it to him.

“Mm, I can’t wait to use that on you. Can I eat your ass out too, sweetheart?”

“Sur,e Eddie. I’d love to have you do that to me.”

He spread your legs wide, mouth watering as he spread your puckered hole and inserted his tongue. Kneeling on the floor he licked your hole soon going deep and good inside your puckered entrance. It felt incredible and the sensations were some of the best you had ever felt. Tugging his air as he feasted upon your ass you let out the prettiest sounds of pleasure.

“Oh yes, Eddie fuck! Use my toy please!”

Eddie licked your hole for a few long lingering moments, then wiped his mouth and replaced his tongue with the glass dildo.

“You taste amazing. This ass is incredible, princess.”

He gave your ass a good smack as he moved the toy in and out of your tight hole, your ass clenching it like your life depended on it as Eddie watched with rapt fascination. Knowing he was making you feel good brought him so much joy.

“Oh fuck yea! Fuck that ass with the toy! Do it just like that!” You squealed as his rapid thrusts with the toy became faster.

Reaching for some unscented lube, you handed it to Eddie and a bottle of oil.

“This tight hole is so amazing, baby girl. I want to fuck it so bad.”

Stroking himself as he pushed the toy a few more times into your asshole, he took it out and soon oiled up your ass and added some lube to his fingers, inserting them and moved them inside you at a rapid pace.

“Oh, fuck!”

“Yeah, you like that, you dirty girl?!” He chided you before spanking your ass hard.

His cock was rock hard and he was desperate to fuck your tight entrance, not being able to contain himself much longer.

“Yes, I want your cock though. Fuck my little ass!”

“Fuck yes!”

Eddie unwrapped a nearby ribbed for her pleasure condom wrapper taking it out and putting it onto his cock. He teased your entrance tapping his cock against it. Positioning yourself so that you were on all fours now and face down, ass up, Eddie grabbed your hips and positioned himself at your entrance.

“Ready for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Eddie. Fuck me!”

“With pleasure.”

Eddie filled you up slowly inch by agonizing inch. He let you get adjusted to his cock and your tight hole clamped down hard around it wanting to take every inch of his beautiful, big cock.

“Oh fuck! Such a dirty girl for me.”

“Fuck me already!”

He smacked your ass and fucked into you slowly, making sure you could get adjusted to it and wanted you to enjoy this experience. Making it memorable and giving you pleasure was his main goal. As he rammed into your ass you fingered your clit, moaning and riding him hard as he picked up his pace a little.

“Oh shit, this ass is too fucking good!” He boasted, slapping your ass and fucking you even harder.

“Yes, fuck me! Fuck me!”

Your sounds of pleasure grew louder as he pounded your ass, his balls slapping against it. His smacks on your ass stung a little and the feeling of his cock inside your ass took some adjusting to, but even with this intense pressure, it was enjoyable still. Fingering your clit felt even better heightening the sensations combined with the feeling of your ass being full.

“So fucking tight, love your ass, my dirty slut. Fuck yes! Clenches around my cock perfectly. It's the best!” He boasted groaning as he pistoned his hips, fucking you hard.

As his balls slapped against your ass and he pounded away, he left marks on your hips as he held tightly onto them almost hard enough to leave a mark. His cock was addicting and you could barely contain yourself as you moaned louder than you ever have in your life from the intense thrusts and the way he fucked your ass senseless.

“Yeah, I’m your little fucking slut! Fuck yes!” You cried out beautifully for him as you brought yourself to the edge with your fingers.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum my slutty princess. Where do you want it?” Eddie moaned rutting into you with reckless abandon his balls heavy with cum.

“On my ass.”

Eddie’s thrusts slowed as his cock twitched and he pulled out of your puckered hole, admiring how pink and pretty your ass truly was. Removing the condom he threw it into the trash and edged himself, stroking his cock and cumming all over your ass, painting it white with his cum. Eddie collapsed next to you holding you close.

“You feel alright, sweetheart?”

“I’m fine Eddie. I loved that. Let's get cleaned up soon. Do you want to stay the night?”

“Of course, beautiful.”

And stay the night he did. It was a nice bath together and you had the best time with him. He cuddled you to sleep being the big spoon. You hoped you could do it again soon.

@eddiemunson-reader-shame @ali-r3n @seatnights @mediocredreams @quinnyficsy

@stranger-things-mania @mrprettywhenhecries @langdonss @kelseyaparker19 @skatazz

@trashmouth-richie @micheledawn1975 @leelei1980 @scarlet-bitch @thepurplelovewitch

@keikoraven @stolen-in-moonlight @lovelythoughtfulcupcake

[hheartsdramas]

something about summer just feels right for a technicolor xianxia. feud episodes 1-4:

first thought: is chen xin hai going to be the jilted sml again? also i'm digging this swoopy bangs situation

no no no that's the kind of cliff people only fall to their near-deaths from

not sml being like "if it's not fl screaming idgaf"

slo mo rescue meet cute!

is she seriously proposing marriage because he's pretty and they accidentally dry humped and now she feels she needs to protect his honor?

okay him thinking about killing her in her sleep is interesting. more of that please! (i have a problem)

ask me how old i am and i'll tell you i'm old enough to think zheng kai is the hottest person in this show so far

they let you have weapons in this hall of penance? seems like a potential security issue

as usual, i hate the elders of the "righteous" sect. why do they always suck so much

EYE'm sorry, he swoops in to rescue her like that and then doesn't swoop away with her? romance points deducted, sir

they went from expelling her and taking away her cultivation to planning her wedding without her input. fuck the patriarchy

ahh yes past life shenanigans that she doesn't remember

girl i get the vibe that no matter if you sleep alone the first night or not, none of your marriages with this guy can be called easy

i have a really weird, specific bone to pick with the styling: joseph zeng's eyebrows are too warm of a brown. a white wig is always hard to pull off, and too much warmness makes it look weird especially in this pale gold outfit. let his eyebrows be black and put him in some jewel tones and that wig would be fire

okay when multiple weddings were predicted i thought they'd all be to the same guy lol

i don't mind a sunshiney optimistic fl but i really feel there's not much happening between qingyue's ears. we've seen a total of 12 seconds of her past self and i already like that version better

"let's put the extremely extremely naive mortal in the rooms next to the hell ruins." "great idea sir, doesn't sound ominous at all."

who is this kid with the joker smile???

not qy using a romance novel as a playbook to try to get laid

ope this chick that just showed up is gonna be mad when she finds out he got married lol

honestly this drama is pure candied chaos so far but i'm desperate to know more about the past lives situation.

[riddled-forensic]

Assassins experience!

Super small theater, room with the set jutting out and the audience sitting along 3 walls

Rows of pennant (triangle) banners along the walls and some hanging down from the grid

Hanging on the wall banners were photos of the president, they would get a light on them when they were assassinated/mentioned

The Proprietor was FULL carnie sleaze, also super tall and leaned into being cartoonishly evil

At the end of Everybody’s Got The Right, everyone grabbed one of the hanging pennants and ripped it off the grid, the noise it made mimicked the gunshots from Everybody’s Got The Right (Respire)

Booth was white and preformed The Ballad of Booth as it was originally written

Booth was blonde and you could hardly see his mustache

They went with this look for Guiteau

The actor for Guiteau went zany for Guiteau’s voice, the most similar voice I can think of is Ned Flanders

THE BALLADEER WAS SO GOOD

Emma Goodman didn’t have her glasses :(

Guiteau’s “First of all when you’ve a gun… everybody pays attention!” Didn’t quite work because the guns weren’t allowed to be pointed at the audience, he instead pointed and shot at Booth

They skipped the first third of The Ballad of Czolgosz for no apparent reason

At the end of Unworthy of Your Love, Squeaky made out with her picture of Charles Manson and started dragging it down her body

During The Ballad of Guiteau, Guiteau and the Balladeer were sort of playful with each other and danced in sync, I found it very fun

Byck was PHENOMENAL, he gave the monologues his all and he was one of my favorite parts of the show

The guy playing the Balladeer did a good job showing his positiveness, it felt very sincere

During Another National Anthem the Proprietor handed all the assassins boater hats that they then wore

boater hat ^

Near the end of Another Nation Anthem, Booth held his hat above The Balladeers head and then scurried off stage

Lee Harvey Oswald transformation happened off stage 😒

Booth and Lee were really good during their interaction with each other, they didn’t over act any of the anger (not to say that Booth didn’t have his yelling fit, but it wasn’t like over the top or anything)

Lee also did a good job a portraying Lee’s emotions, he’s just a really good actor in general

Booth, with the rest of the assassins behind him, winked at Lee right before Lee turned around to shot JFK

They projected the JFK footage on the set while the ensemble came out for Something Just Broke

At the end of Everybody’s Got The Right (Reprise) the Proprietor came out in a Trump wig and MAGA hat and everyone pointed at him and shot, the stage lights turning red with Prop holding his ear

In general it was super good! Huge props to the choreographer because all of the choreo and dancing was amazing

[misguidedasgardian]

I want to steal the bride

Prologue

MASTERLIST

Summary: You meet your best friend in the most… singulars of ways 

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x BestFriend!Reader

Warnings: Aemond play-boying, cursing, drinking, sexual themes, implied smut 

+18, Minors DNI 

Wordcount: 1.8 k

Notes: This is going to be so much fun

The parties in Dragonstone University were always crazy, they started diplomatically enough but then they always got out of hand.

The main courtyard of what once was a huge castle was now swarming with students, loud music all over the place, kegs of beer on each five square feet. People dancing, talking, the vibe was good.

A single guy, tall, handsome, opened up his way through the crowd, a single objective in mind

“Oh, yeah, nice to see you”, he greeted the group of freinds of the girl he was after tonight, until he could finally see her, dressed in her female counterpart, dress splotched with fake blood

“Hey, that dress needs dry-cleaning”, he teased, winking, he was not wearing a mask, only a wig, and the girl giggled

“Here you go”, she said, giving him a cup with beer on it

“Thank you kindly, Tyanna”, he played along 

“Tyanna? Tyanna?”, another girl jumped the group, in character as Maegor the cruel pretended to be catched with his mistress to his wife

“Oh, shit, Cyrese!”, Aemond mocked under the wig of Maegor the cruel. He drank his beer as he walked away from the group, the girl had given him the cup with her room number written on it, and with clear instructions of meeting her there in ten minutes, but he liked to be prepared

He dances along the people, specially close to some ladies, and kept opening up his way through the crowd, to find his own group of friends 

“Okay”, he whined, when a girl almost humped him in the middle of the crowd. He found the building pretty quickly, and went up the stairs to the second floor

“Hi, Maegor”, whispered a girl, as he walked through the hallway

“Oh, hey, Snow White”, he smirked, “Where is 11 B?”, he asked the girl, who pointed at a door right next to him

  “Bingo.”, he claimed triumphantly, he tried the door but it was locked, so he looked, on the tip of his toes, the key that was hidden in the upper corner of the door, “Where did she say that thing was?”, he whispered to himself, and then chuckled when he found it 

“Guess it's time for a little action”, he hasn't gotten any “action” since the last party, which was last week, so… it's been a while on this books

“Tyanna?”, he called into the darkness of the dorm room, but no one answered, “It's Maegor”, that is when he noticed the sleeping form on one of the beds, turned towards the wall, “I got some dictation for you, Tyanna”, he teased, getting on the roll of the famous president who had an affair with his secretary. He started to get undressed, he did not get rid of neither the wig or the crown, but of the upper part of his costume, his shoes, and he loosened up his pants, “I got a big secret for you, baby.”, he whispered, “How did you get up here so soon?”

“Tyanna. Tyanna”, he kept calling to no answer, he sneaked under the sheets, he hugged his momentarily partner, but he found no willingness in the embrace, as the girl moved suddenly, trying to push him away, she turned in horror at the strange man hugging her and screamed in terror when she came to look at a bloodied face 

“AH!”, You shrieked in terror at the sight, an “attacker” had tried to grope you in your sleep, you turned quickly to the bedside table and grabbed the first thing you could get your hands on

“Wait!”, he screamed back, but you didn’t listen, you sprayed your perfume on his face until he was screaming

He dropped out of he bed begging for mercy and rubbing his eyes 

“I can't see!”, he cried, “My eyes! My eyes! I can't see!”

“Who let you in?”, you cried

 “What happened? Where's Tyanna?”, he asked, still rubbing his eyes, the fake blood now making a mess, “What happened to Tyanna?”

“How did you get in here?”, you asked again

“She told me where the key was!”, he explained, “I can't see!”

“Did she say it was okay to dry hump her roommate?”, you fought, not being able to not find this funny 

“She said you'd be in the library because you're a geek”

“I am not a geek. Gods!”, you whined, not being able to pretend that didn’t hurt just a little

“Oh, my God”, the intruder was finally able to open his eyes, with difficulty, “What was that, mace?”

"Eternity" by Calvin Klein”, you said triumphantly 

Once he could calm down, you helped him up, taking him to the common bathroom so he could rinse himself, and then, you took him to the common room to give him some coffee to sober him up, is the last thing you could do after you attacked him.

“Oh, I'm gonna be so careful who I get in bed with from now on”. He whined, while he dropped himself into the couch, still rubbing his eyes 

“That'd be a big adjustment for you, wouldn't it?”, you teased, but you couldn’t claim victory as you burnt your hand with the hot coffee cup, “Gods!” you screamed, ”I do that every time”

“I've invented a solution for that”, he offered, “Seriously. It's something that goes around a coffee cup so you don't burn your hand”, you looked at him, annoyed, clearly not buying it, “I'm gonna call it the coffee collar”.

“Brilliant idea”, you said with a mocking smile, you turned to look at him, and he was looking back at you with an intense look in his one good eye. He was terribly handsome, of course you knew who he was, he was Aemond Targaryen, he had lost en eye when he was young, never replaced it, used a leather patch that only added to his appeal

“I know all about you”, you said defiantly, he of course knew how handsome he was, he used it poorly, “I know your whole rap”, you accused, no matter how cute you find him, you couldn’t fell to his charms

“You do?”, he said, clearly interested, he made himself comfortable dropping an arm over the back of the couch, behind you 

“Yeah. You're a senior…”, you started 

“Uh-huh”, he was clearly entertained 

“...who preys on freshmen”, you continued, and his face changed, “You slept with half my floor!”

“Well, half your floor was female”, he said simply 

“Whatever”, you bit back, clearly annoyed, there was nothing else more to him, he was a player, a man who didn’t care what happened after his one night stands, “And you once met Oberyn,

which I suspect is total bullshit”, you laughed, he started shaking his head

“No, it's true. He signed my CD. It's upstairs in my room”, he defended, then the smirk appeared again on his lips, “with my... coffee collar, if you wanna see it”, you almost got choked on your coffee

 “Are you hitting on me?”, you chuckled, you could not believe his audacity but you gotta admit, that it was endearing 

 “No. I'm going off your look”, he defended 

 “My look?”

“Yeah. Your "doggy bowl" look”, you opened your mouth in anger

“Are you calling me a dog?”, you said back, angrily

“No, no, it's a theory I have”, he said dismissively

“Oh, Casanova has a theory”, you mocked

“Yeah. When a girl's attracted to a guy… she has a look. It's her tell, like poker”, he said simply, “It's the same look a dog gets right before you put down the bowl”

“You're offensive” you whined, “And you're crazy”

“No, I'm honest”, he said calmly, “I believe honesty is the best policy”

“All right. You want me to be honest with you?”, you said back, smiling wickedly, he seemed taken aback, but then he raised one of his silver eyebrows

“Sure”

“I'm majoring in Fine Arts”, you said confidently

“Right”, you could tell he was nervous, but fighting to prepare otherwise

“I'm studying the golden proportions of the human face and your nose is bent, and it droops down at the bottom, a feature accentuated by the thinness of your lip”, you said, leaning in and pointing to those in his face, “and your eyes… are too far apart, but they'd have to be to accommodate that bent nose”, he seemed comically indignant, but here came the grand finally, your little vengeance.

“And I feel sorry for you. You have to validate yourself through insatiable, meaningless, ego sport-sex with insecure girls like my roommate”, you completed, “I would never have sex with someone… like you!”, you stood up from the couch, ready to go back o your room

“Wow. Wow!”, he called after you, “Hey, come here!”, he didn’t stop chasing after you until you stopped by the door of the common room, “That was amazing!” , he admired, he wasn’t angry like you expected 

“What was?”, you muttered, bored

“The honesty!”, he said, “That was almost better than sex without the, uh… “

“Without the crying”, you mocked, “Actually, it did feel pretty good”, you admitted

“Yeah, no one's ever been that honest with me before”, he said, marveled by the situation 

 “It's called being a friend”, you clarified 

“I'm Aemond, by the way”, he said, giving you his hand so you could shake it, and you did 

“(Y/N)”, you said back, you had mindlessly walk back to your room, you were tired, you needed some rest, and also, to get rid of this guy, or you might actually go back to his room with him

“Good night”, you greeted, waving at him, he gave you a devastatingly smile back

“Good night”, he purred

“Your hands are  clammy”, you accused when he gave you his to shake

“I can see through your nightgown”, he said back, you looked down at your nightshirt, and it was sort of true, you hugged yourself with a squick, not having really the energy to reprimand him for the chuckle he let out

You opened the door to your room, and to no surprise, you found your roommate Maris drunk out of her mind, sitting on her bed

“Aemond, is that you?”, she whined, trying to sound sexy, but the many shots she drank didn’t help her, “Can I see your Oberyn autograph?”, she asked, you turn to him, to his completely horrorized face 

“She's all yours, friend”, you giggled, walking away, you had another friend you could crush with

“Tyanna, get some sleep”, you hear him say out loud, closing the door behind you. 

You only laughed, looking over your shoulder you found him staring back at you

“I can still see through your nightgown!”

“Idiot!”, you called back, how could you have ever guessed this was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship

[spacelessbian]

thoughts on Agatha All Along FINALE

Full spoilers ahead, 100% don't read if you haven't seen episodes 8 and 9.

I really enjoyed the finale, both episodes had a lot to offer and overall I am quite happy with how the show concluded. Things that I liked in no particular order:

The REVEALS. There is simply nothing better than a reveal that recontextualizes everything. And we didn't get just one, but two! Personally I found Agatha running a con and murdering women for centuries the more fun one, but Billy actually creating the Road was also really good and even though I've only seen the show once (unlike many people on here, no doubt), I can name many points in the story and in the dialogue where this is worked in and suddenly makes sense. Really great stuff.

Agatha and Nicky. I was dreading this part a little bit because I know Nicholas Scratch is some sort of big name in Marvel comics and I truly couldn't care less, so I'm pleased with what we got – a genuinely sweet yet tragic story of a mom and her son, destined to death even before being born. I was surprised (but in a good way) by Agatha's quiet reaction to Nicky's death because we know his death hurt her badly, but that's just how it is sometimes.

Agatha and Rio. I won't say I'd always had fate in Marvel to not mess this up, so yay! I don't think they did. This relationship is the heart of the show (and it is black and beats for the queers) and I think the writers did it justice (apart from one thing which I will get to in the next section). The kiss was intense, sexy, beautiful and also tragic and both Kathryn Hahn and Aubrey Plaza did a fantastic job with every piece of dialogue and every expression. I want them to play doomed lovers in five more projects, at least.

The coven. I already blogged about Jen but man, is it funny. Even this was Agatha all along, but she is such a menace she hasn't even realized that. I'm truly happy for Jen making it through and getting her power back. I'm glad we saw Alice's last moment and I liked how much Billy cared about her, Lilia and Sharon.

Agatha's death. I can't help myself, I need to go to that moment again. I was destroyed by that. It was so beautiful, both thematically and also visually and all. The flowers and mushrooms? The sun coming up? I kept thinking about Hozier's Work Song: When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth. No grave can hold my body down. I'll crawl home to her. (whadup, Rio reference)

Agatha and Billy specifically in that last battle scene. She was blue you guys, she was just completely blue and in the exact same blue that Billy wears in his silly Marvel costume. And Billy just offered her his power, without questions and without wanting anything in return! And she didn't kill him! (Writing that down, the bar is on the floor for Agatha lol.)

There are other small things (like the Subaru lol), but I am ready to go to the bad section now. Two things I did not like (hidden for lenght but also because not everyone wants to read negative stuff):

Agatha's ghost. I'm gonna say it. Agatha as a ghost looks fucking terrible and her existence itself diminishes her death scene. I do understand why they did it and even why she looks like that (Agatha in the comics, as I understand it, is Wanda's mentor and also an older white haired lady, so they wanted to keep that but it didn't make sense with Wanda anymore), but I just hate it. Especially the wig.

The Marvel stuff. Yes, I realize this sounds stupid, it is a Marvel show after all. We wouldn't get a stupid gimmick like ghost Agatha joining Billy to look for his brother if this wasn't a starting point for the Wiccan. And I like Billy, I do, I also (obviously) love Agatha, who was first introduced in WandaVision (I realize the hypocrisy), but it just doesn't work for me. I would rather think about the beautiful death scene with it's poetic tragedy than about white haired Agatha floating on a washing machine, I'm sorry.

That being said, I really really liked the whole show and I am happy to say I hooked in my best friend (if you are reading this, you are contractually obliged to like the post, you know how it is) and that I actually know other people irl who watched it and enjoyed it. I'm sad it's over and even sadder that in this day and age, noone will talk about it in about two to three weeks. Anyway, it was lovely.

[atopfourthwall]

How would you rank the Ju-On/Grudge movies?

I'm not really a list guy, but quick thoughts on each: Ju-On: The Curse 1/2: It's one movie split in half, though admittedly points to the Curse 2 feeling different than the first by being more a possession movie than the normal format of a Grudge movie. It's clearly just the skeleton of the much better Grudge movies to come, with a few ideas like the multiple Kayakos that would have been fun if done with modern tech and... you know... a POINT but otherwise completely skippable unless you're curious how the franchise started. Ju-On: The Grudge: I know I've watched it, but for some reason I'm struggling to remember my thoughts on it. Not helped by me mixing it up with the remake, directed by the same guy who made this one (he's made the same movie so many times, it's incredible). Ju-On: The Grudge 2: As a sequel to Ju-On: The Grudge it works great, but it is a mess of half-baked ideas and a combination of interesting kills and outright goofy kills like the wig. Kayako wanting to be reborn is fine, but there's a lot of nonsense involved in it and she's still evil after being reborn for some reason. The Grudge: Good remake with some silliness in there and how I originally got into the franchise. The Grudge 2: Garbage. A few good kill ideas and moments (I like the subversion of the classic under-the-covers kill), but it gives an explanation for Kayako's ghostness that's completely unnecessary, Kayako plays dirty pool at a few points, the main character is a plank of wood, but it does have one good line from Kayako's mom that sums up the big issue people don't get when it comes to how they think they can end the curse: "This is NOT about a house!" The Grudge 3: Underrated! I do hate how they abandoned the nonlinear storytelling that's a staple of the series, but the visuals are pretty damn good, the story is fairly solid, and overall just a decent ghost story. Not great, but better than you'd think for a direct-to-video sequel. Ju-On: Black Ghost: Never rises above "okay." There's certainly something there with its premise, but it just feels like a big ol' pile of nothing, especially with an ending where a possessed girl just goes home and punches someone hard enough in the gut to kill them. Ju-On: White Ghost: Your mileage may vary on spooky grandma ghost in her silly Halloween mask carrying around a basketball. It's better than Black Ghost, but has so much silliness in it and there's no reason why either ghost should have Kayako's death rattle since neither was strangled. Ju-On: Beginning of the End: Great movie! A reboot of the series and focuses more on Toshio than Kayako and it works, with some neat twists and good scares. Ju-On: The Final Curse: Running on the much better fumes of Beginning of the End, just felt like a disappointing finale to the franchise, though points for them bulldozing the Saeki house (though as Kayako's mom put it - "this is not about a house!") and the first time in the franchise that two active, conscious people are attacked by Kayako at once (other times with another person they're usually catatonic). The Grudge 2020: Ugggghhhhh, whyyyyyyyyyy. The replacement ghosts are so boring and if you're not going to do anything with Kayako, why even connect it to the series that way? Has a few good moments plus the awesomeness of William Sadler, but it's not nearly enough to save this movie. Sadako vs. Kayako: Underrated! The title fight is too damn short and definitely more of a Ring movie than a Grudge movie, but the Grudge stuff delivers. It is also the only movie in the entire franchise where someone tries to actually do stuff to the ghosts. Like, nobody has ever tried kicking or punching the ghosts (yeah, I know it wouldn't DO anything, but still, everyone's always frozen in terror or running) and here comes our psychic duo to huck a rock and Toshio and for Sadako to actually attack and harm Kayako.

[r-o-s-e-f-i-r-e]

hello……cleaning out my drafts just in case of you know what. here’s a crazy slice of nothing from december 2023

it’s not like eddie is the kind of puritanical self-hating assimilated gay who’s never encountered drag before. the only podcast he listens to regularly is trixie and katya’s. he watched pink flamingos at probably too young an age and it certainly stirred some kind of psychosexual awakening any therapist would have a field day with. hell, he knows his way around a fucking glue stick: gandalf big naturals hadn’t made an appearance on the scene in about a year, since the band took over the majority of his attention, but there’s still a tiktok up with 800k views of him grinding on gareth, dressed as gollum in a pair of lacy pink panties and the ring and nothing else.

to whit: eddie knows drag queens.

however: he can shamefully admit his knowledge of drag kings to be, unfortunately, rather sparse. just like some of the poorly shaded in eyeliner mustaches arrayed before him now, eddie thinks mournfully.

it was just that! in chrissy’s own words: the lesbians were at home. the handful of dyke nights across the city were few and far between and often poorly attended. the queers, chrissy said, wanted to play card games and make pasta from scratch using eggs they’d gotten at the farmers market and then go to bed at 9pm. this was simply factual and true! there was a serious lack of presence in the overall queer community, from what eddie had witnessed. or maybe eddie had just been more focused on blowing the first guy he could entice into the bathroom whenever he went out. whatever. the point was!

eddie could admit: he had never actually been to a drag king show before.

“it’s the recital,” chrissy had said, holding the flyer up to her face so that only her giant blue pleading eyes were visible. “i think — we’re all amateurs. duh. it’s not going to be, like, a professional drag brunch or anything. but i think it’ll be really cute and fun and will you come???”

“uh, DUH,” eddie had said, because he would swim in shark-infested waters for chrissy, let alone go to a tiny boardgame bar on a sunday night at the very reasonable hour of 7pm to watch her continue to break free of the shackles of compulsory femininity imposed upon her by her mother since birth. take that, laura! eddie thought, thrilled, when chrissy debuted her drag king persona in their living room the week before — a swaggering caricature of a james dean daydream, leather jacket, white tank top, dress pants, her hair slicked back. eddie had been expecting at first perhaps an inverse of her high school persona, shoulder pads and a jock strap. but no! taylor swift girlies will somehow continue to surprise you.

anyway. he’s got a dirty shirley with extra cherries and a prime seat in the second row with gareth and jeff posted up next to him. there’s a pretty good crowd, for a sunday night — chrissy had batted at his arm and squealed when she saw how many people had showed up, how all the seats had already been filled, many a septum-pierced tattooed blue-haired boygenius lover resigned to standing room only.

“there’s only seven of us, so it’s not going to be too late a night,” chrissy had said. “and then some alums will do a little performance! and then maybe steve, if we’re lucky!”

“steve?” eddie had said.

“okay, children,” the hottest person eddie has ever seen in his life drawls into the microphone, as the lights in the bar flicker pointedly. “please collect your drinks, tip our bartenders generously (a cheer from the all-goth bar staff) and make yo ur way to your seats, we’re going to kick things off in just a minute.”

eddie is lucky he’s already sitting down, because he processes exactly none of that. instead he stares at the queen’s bubblegum pink lips and big hazel eyes under a shimmering smear of teal eyeshadow and chews his paper straw into a pulp. the queen was made up in a perfect 80s pastiche — big teased out wig, an asymmetrical off the shoulder sweater, a big chunky belt, a tiny miniskirt over a pair of fishnets, slouchy little boots. the look she’s giving the audience is disapproving. arms crossed. a disdainful pop of gum wouldn’t be out of place. she has the longest legs eddie’s actually ever seen and eddie wants to kneel at her feet.