#Collared my bar caleb

[swanlikely]

Current Brainrot: Drunk Reader! w/ Boyfriend Caleb!

Author's Note: I wanted to write something sweet again—him being a little overbearing but it’s cute. This is Caleb and his girl being gross and cringe, and in love, as usual. Please check out the artist! She's such a sweetie, and she's talented! (Artist & Original Post)

not proof-read! (sorry if there are any errors - let me know and I'll fix it!)

CW: AFAB!reader, pet names, possessive behavior, alcohol use (reader), slight dub-con (if you squint), suggestive ending.

Caleb is the kind of boyfriend who says, “Go have fun, baby,” and means it; but still stands posted, watching, in the corner of every bar you drag him to. He lets you dance, drink, flirt with your friends, yell-laugh at karaoke, and scream-sob over fries in the back booth like it's a sacred ritual. All while he nurses a single drink and watches you with the kind of soft-eyed amusement that says: That’s my girl. Loud, messy, gorgeous. Mine.

Anyone who looks too long gets a stare. Not a scowl; not enough to draw attention. Just a faint warning in his eyes. He doesn't interrupt, only hovers. But everyone knows you didn’t come here alone.

You catch his gaze across the bar more than once. He doesn’t budge. Just lifts his brows like, You sure? — and when you pout, he caves. Of course he does.

He doesn’t even like dancing. He just likes you.

And he follows you like it’s instinct. Loyal in that unshakable way; like a dog who’s chosen their person and never once thought of looking back. He keeps the dog tag you gave him years ago in pristine condition, always polished and shining on the chain around his neck. You joked about it once, calling it his collar.

He’d smile, fingers brushing over it absentmindedly. Like it was a privilege he never planned to take off.

Sometimes, when you’re feeling extra bratty, you'd call him your golden retriever boyfriend.

Big. Loyal. Always underfoot. Quick to roll over and give you anything you want.

He usually snorts, eyes gleaming. “I’m a Colonel, Pips, not a pet.”

“Uh-huh,” you hum, poking at his chest. “You follow me around all night, you take my boots off, you carry my bag, and you’d probably bark if I asked.”

Caleb raises an eyebrow. He considered it, for a moment at least.

You pause, then snicker. “Actually, you’re more like a German shepherd.”

He just shrugs, smirking. “I bite if I have to.”

“Yeah, yeah. My big tough lapdog.” You slur as those glossy lips lifted into a grin.

That earns you a growl: low, playful, and way too pleased.

By the time he gets you home, you’re giggling at nothing and absolutely useless. Your boots are halfway off, your eyeliner is migrating to your temples, and you're swaying on your feet like the floor’s made of jelly.

But Caleb? Caleb lives for this part.

He’s all quiet efficiency now. Scoops you into the bathroom with one arm around your waist and sits you on the counter. He holds your chin with his cool metal hand as he swipes away your makeup with a cotton pad, eyes fixed on your face like you’re some precious artifact.

“You had fun tonight,” he murmurs, thumb brushing under your eye. “You look like a raccoon.”

“You love raccoons,” you grin, and he huffs a laugh.

He helps you out of your clothes next — not even in a weird way (not yet, anyway), just slow and patient, peeling off layers like you're delicate. Your socks are the last to go, and he rolls them down with that same robotic hand, his touch cold but sweet as he kisses the inside of your ankle.

He adores this. Taking care of you. Spoiling you. Making sure you never have to lift a finger if you don’t want to. You’d barely have to ask; Caleb would already be there, already doing it, like it’s wired into him.

“You’re such a sap,” you mumble, eyes fluttering shut.

“Maybe,” he says, lips brushing higher up your leg. “But you’re mine.”

His voice dips on that word. Not playful. Final.

And when he presses one more kiss — higher, warmer, slower; your breath hitches just a little.

Not so drunk now, are you?

He chuckles at the look on your face. “C’mon, Pips,” he says, voice low as he leans in. “Let me tuck you in. And if you’re real good…”

His mouth brushes your ear.

“…maybe I won’t stop there.”

You barely get a breath in before his lips trail along your jaw, down your neck, unhurried like he’s tracing a map he’s already memorized. His metal hand drifts up your thigh, cool and relaxed, while his other curls behind your knee, tugging you just a little closer to the edge of the counter.

“You were drivin’ me crazy tonight,” he murmurs, and your skin begins to vibrate. He was electrifying. “Spinnin’ around like that, laughin’ like I didn’t want to drag you out of there and keep you all to myself.”

“You don’t even realize what you do to me,” you catch the warmth of him, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with sweat and something uniquely Caleb—clean, a little musky, and completely intoxicating. “All night, I wanted to touch you—wanted to pull you close, but I held back.”

“I was good,” he hums, voice low. “I waited. But damn, it was hard not to just… reach for you.”

There’s no teasing in it. Just that low, confessional tone he gets when he’s close to breaking. When he’s been good for too long.

“I watched you have your fun,” he says, lips brushing your sternum, “now let me have mine.”

Your head lolls back against the mirror as his tongue flicks against your skin, warm where his hand is cold, and your whole body goes pliant under his touch. He kisses down your stomach, sinking to his knees without a single word of warning, spreading your legs with a reverence that makes your pulse stutter.

“Shh,” Caleb soothes, but a shiver and a flash of heat travels through your middle.

“I’ve got you now,” he breathes, eyes half-lidded as he presses a kiss between your thighs, like a thank you. Like a promise.

“You don't have to do anything else tonight, Pips,” he whispers. “Let me take care of you.”

And he does.

[bluukive]

ᯓ Down, boy!

content - mdni, caleb x gn!reader, submissive Caleb, clothed thigh riding, humping, degredation, hair pulling, muzzled and collared Caleb, belt used as a restraint, tears, canine imagery, all consensual !!

wc - 1076 words

an - this is either a hit or miss cus it's my first time writing something like this pfft. I feel like I need to clarify that Caleb is 100% human here

“Good boys don’t get to growl at me and expect not to get punished for it,” your voice came out in a low murmur, one hand tugging his muzzle into place. Caleb couldn't be trusted without one— he became too worked up, biting and growling at you with bared teeth grazing your skin. He hovered over one of your parted thighs, and a black collar sat snug and tight around his neck. It served as a reminder, a warning, for him not to step out of line again. 

“You want to act like a dumb mutt? Then I’ll treat you like one.”

Your degrading words elicit a visceral reaction within the man. A desperately wounded noise leaves him, muffled behind the heavy leather muzzle you had strapped tight to his jaw. Behind him, his wrists were restrained with his own belt, causing his pants to sag at his hips. White knuckles remained clenched in an attempt to hold himself back, like he was fighting the urge to tear something apart. 

Caleb glared down at you through furrowed brows, eyes swirling with an angry mix of orange and purple hues. The threat within them had long gone— the only thing left being shame, hunger and arousal. 

You could feel it all in the way Caleb’s muscles twitched and tensed, as if he was waiting for permission from you. His cock was hard, leaking and forming a damp patch on his boxers. The aching bulge strained against his clothing, hips wanting to rut against you through pure instinct. 

A coo left you, tone dripping with faux sympathy as you leaned close to his ear. “Look at you. Panting over my thigh like some pathetic, perverted stray. What would people think, hm? Seeing their big, baaad Colonel reduced to nothing but a begging mess…”

Another groan, muffled and broken left the trembling man. His head hung low, metal bars of his muzzle resting against the delicate slope of your shoulder. Despite the shame, Caleb’s hips rolled forward by just an inch. It provided him the slightest bit of friction, but it wasn’t enough. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you muttered under your breath, one hand reaching up to curl up meanly into Caleb’s hair. You gripped hard enough for him to feel the sting, to stay still. 

“You don’t get to fuck me at all, y’know. You don’t even deserve to touch me,” you drawled, followed by one tug to his dark hair. “You should be grateful I’m even letting you get yourself on my thigh like this. Hump my thigh, and maybe then I’ll let you cum. Maybe.”

His body jerked almost violently. Caleb didn’t like that. He was a greedy man, his love for you bordering on obsession— the sort that clawed his way out of his chest so that it burrowed itself into yours. He wanted to rip his muzzle off, sink his teeth into your neck and leave love bite after love bite on your willing body. Unfortunately for Caleb…

He couldn't. That wasn’t up to him. 

You watched him struggle, feeling the desperation ooze out of every pore— much like the way Caleb’s cock was oozing out precum as he humped your tense thigh in earnest. It was sloppy. It was frantic, and Caleb was nothing short of humiliatingly eager for you. You peered down through your lashes, noting the way your thigh was dampening the longer he fucked your thigh like it was the only thing keeping him together. 

Tears prickled at the corner of Caleb’s eyes as he continued to rock his hips back and forth, dragging the bulging swell of his erection over and over whilst you watched with a bored look on your face. Internally, you were anything but. It took all of your willpower not to give in to your lust and grind back with equal fervour. 

“Thaaat’s it. Grind that cock all over my leg. Fuck yourself like the pathetic mutt I know you are.” Your words were punctuated with a harsh tug at Caleb’s collar, reminding him exactly who was the one in charge. Your words were like silk to the man, but he could hear the duplicity, the venom in your voice. The way your eyes twinkled gave you away. You were enjoying this. 

An unrestrained, wanton whimper left Caleb, lips parting so shamelessly behind the tight muzzle. His voice broke, a bead of sweat forming on his temple. Again, you tugged on his hair and bared his throat to your eyes with a sneer. “What’s with the tears, Caleb? Am I being too mean?”

The man sniffled, shaking his head with another wet, clumsy thrust of his hips. “If I wanted to be mean, I would have made you sit there on the floor and hump my shoe.” To emphasise your point, you bounce the thigh Caleb was riding on, the red heel of your shoe clacking on the floor beneath you. 

The noise did something to him. The sound coupled with the sensation of your fingers stroking his hair was too much for the man. Caleb lost all rhythm in his hips. A feral, muffled sob left him. You felt it first before you saw it, your eyes flickering downwards to see a pool of white accumulate where your thigh met Caleb’s crotch. He jerked once, then twice, panting like a bitch in heat.

“Already cumming? You’ve only humped my thigh, baby,” you sighed in a condescending manner, relishing in the way you felt the warm, sticky mess beginning to gradually cool on your leg. It was messy, and the insides of Caleb’s boxers clung to his skin uncomfortably. He was flushed, mind empty—  filled only with the thoughts of the pleasure only you were able to give him.

A click. Some shuffling, paired with heavy breathing. Caleb’s muzzle hit the floor with a loud clang, your fingers gently rubbing at the red lines marring his jaw. Your touch was deceptively sweet, yet Caleb leaned into it anyway. He nuzzled his aching cheek into your palm, trying hard to ride out the aftershocks of his orgasm with bleary eyes. You gave him the fleetest ounce of comfort, but certainly not enough to calm the frantic beating of his heart.

“Pathetic. Truly pathetic, but you’d do it all again in a heartbeat if I asked you to. Wouldn’t you, Caleb?”

The ghost of a smile graced his lips. 

Then, he nodded, needy eyes meeting yours. 

[neigepomme]

Hi! Congrats on 500+ followers! If you're still doing drabbles, I'd love something with Caleb and Unconditional by Jaehyun 재현 has been giving me MAJOR Caleb vibes. For the prompt, maybe something where Caleb is absolutely whipped or obsessed? Over literally anything MC does?? Or maybe something where he just kisses everywhere on diff body parts bc "that's my sugar, I don't need no honey on the side" makes me SICK. Also, thank you for feeding the Loser Caleb agenda!! I owe u my life

˙ ✩°˖ ✈️ unconditional / caleb x reader

synopsis; caleb is hopelessly, utterly whipped for you to say the least. your very existence is something that should be admired, and he isn't shy when it comes to letting you know that.

🍎 pomme's notes — LIVE LAUGH LOVE JAEHYUN!! i miss you come back from the war jamal.. if anyone's interested in participating in my drabble event, the info is right here!

⋆ 800 words / fluff / fem reader / 2nd person

caleb always thought he was the luckiest man on earth. 

being able to be by your side, loving you — hell, you loving him back? he doesn't think it could ever get better, seeing as you're the closest thing to perfection in his mind.

so when you suggested to go on a formal date with him to a high end restaurant in skyhaven, he knew you'd look gorgeous, but holy shit.

dressed in a silk maxi dress that highlighted your body and left your face looking radiant — a dainty necklace with an apple charm he'd gifted you resting on your collarbone, you were the very definition of heaven sent.

your soft honey smell wafted through the room, and caleb could feel himself be drawn in like a bee to a flower — and lord, when you twirled to show him the entire look? lethal. absolutely devastatingly ethereal, knocked his breath right out of his lungs.

“so, how do i look?”

caleb felt like one of those old cartoon characters, his jaw almost dropping to the floor upon seeing how beautiful you looked. silently thanking whichever deity took their time crafting you, he takes hold of your hand and trails kisses up your arm, pulling a soft laugh out of you.

“like an angel. did i ever tell you how much i adore you?”

pulling him in by his collar, you leave a subtle lipstick print when you press your lips to his cheek. 

“mmh, you do so daily, loverboy.”

were you dead set on sending caleb to his grave early? it sure looked like it to him. he could feel his cheeks growing redder, and when you raised your hand to his cheek, attempting to wipe the mark you left on it, he took a step back.

“nuh-uh. that kiss is mine now — need everyone to know i belong with you, pretty girl. last i checked, it was illegal to look that good and be single, so this is just a preventative measure.”

you rolled your eyes at him playfully, smacking his chest before laughing again. did caleb mention he was the luckiest man ever? because he was. your laugh was the most delicate melody to his ears, and he'd do anything to hear it over and over again. 

“that was a lame pickup line, caleb. but if we're going by your logic, you'd be behind bars for being so handsome, too. i guess we'd be felons together, huh?”

yeah. dead set on sending him to the grave prematurely.

his cheeks were flushed, he'd be your lame boyfriend all of the damn time if it meant you kept him by your side, and god, you thought he was handsome? caleb was seeing the pearly gates of heaven already. who on this earth could ever compare to you — his one and only.

wrapping both hands around his bicep, you look up at him with those sweet eyes of yours, and he has to hold himself back from kissing you senseless. you could ask him to give you the moon, and he'd bring you the universe as a whole just to make you happy. for you, he'd break every law, give you every gift, and it wouldn't still be enough. you deserved everything, and caleb was determined to make sure you knew that his love was limitless — unconditional.

“shall we get going, boyfriend?”

he felt like an obedient dog every single time you spoke to him. sometimes, he thought that your existence was the undeniable proof of a higher being. otherwise, how could you have been this perfect? crafted by the hands of gods, your personality and physique so immaculate, it had caleb wanting to praise whoever was up in the sky.

the way you talked, the way you smiled, the way you breathed. he could find new reasons to worship your being for centuries to come and never have to repeat a reason twice.

just last week, he saw you pouting when you let him know that a girl was hitting on him, and he still couldn't wrap his head around how you could be upset. caleb only saw you, and nobody could take his gaze away from your figure. you were his, and the idea of possibly finding another? revolting. no one could take your place, no model, no ceo, absolutely nothing. the only way he'd take his eyes off you was in death, and he was not dying anytime soon — he had already made plans to stay by your side until the end of time.

“we shall, pretty lady. i would never dare dream about letting you down.”

scratch the praise — caleb had to figure out which god loved you so much and take its place. there is no way he's letting his #1 loverboy spot be taken.

🍎 pomme's final notes — CALEB LOVESICK LOSER AGENDA NEVER FAILS!! GRRAAAAAAAAAH

[calebsdog]

Caleb's birthday is approaching. This year, you're prepared to make his every wish come true. Even the wishes neither of you thought were possible, until now.

However, you have your own birthday wish for Caleb this summer. You've kept your mouth shut, holding your secret close to your chest.

Looking back, Caleb has never had healthy eating habits. You only had to sit and think about it for a minute before it became painfully obvious. He's been getting away with it for so long.

Caleb has always been neglected. By friends, by loved ones, and worst of all you. Caleb carried himself with such confidence, such strength, that even those closest to him couldn't realize he had his own hardships.

"Gran?" Caleb, only seven years old, barely standing to height with Josephine's knee, looks up at his guardian.

"Could you please get me protein bars at the store?"

"Hm?" Gran's weathered thumbs struggle with the collar button of her flowery blouse. Her hands, burdened with a slight tremble, continue to slip, missing the opening.

"Honey, why would you want a protein bar? Wouldn't you want something more tasty? There are plenty of granola bar flavors I could search for."

Josephine was a little befuddled by Caleb's sudden request. She's never known a seven year old to want something as tasteless as a protein bar. She struggles with talking down Mc, only a few years younger than the boy, from clearing out candy shelves.

"No thank you, Gran. I'm not really hungry when I wake up in the morning. Breakfast is too much food for me. I think protein bars would be healthier."

Gran ignores every red flag waved in her face. Everyone has always brushed aside their concerns for Caleb. How could someone who smiles so brightly also have struggles?

He gets his protein bars. For years to come, they're a repeated purchase on Gran's grocery list. He pulls out a protein bar for breakfast, a protein bar for lunch, and the largest portion on his plate during dinner are the veggies.

On rare occasions Caleb cheats his self-imposed diet he'll work himself to death to make up for it. He never treats food for the joy of eating. For every one of his life necessities, Caleb takes the bare minimum to survive.

It makes you sick to think about. That little boy you grew up with, so full of life, was clipping his wings where everyone could see. Gran, his teachers, any adult in his life should have seen the signs and stepped in. You were too young to realize it then. But they weren't.

If Caleb wanted to begin changing your relationship this year, he would have to make some changes with himself too. And you wanted to start with his worst habit.

"Caleb, I cooked your favorite tonight."

"My eyes were bigger than my stomach. Can you eat what's left on my plate, please?"

"You're going to work out? I was hoping we could watch a movie tonight. Can we cuddle for a bit? You can work out later instead."

If Caleb can learn to associate you, your love, and comfort with food, maybe he'll start eating properly on his own.

It would have been healthier to tell Caleb what you were doing. You sprinkled these little white lies during every meal, secretly piling more food on his plate and preventing him from burning the calories.

But Caleb has made plenty of questionable decisions in the name of your safety. He doesn't get to be the only unapologetic one in the name of protecting the person they love.

"Surprise!" Uncovering Caleb's eyes, his living room was flooded with warm, vibrant decorations. Orange and blue balloons hover at the ceiling. Hot pink gift boxes are tripping hazards scattered over his carpet.

And, in the center of it all, piles of the most unhealthy foods known to man wait for Caleb on the coffee table. Macaroons, cookies, defrosting containers of ice cream. And who could forget the triple layer birthday cake?

Powdered flour clings to your sweaty forehead. It feels like the bottom of your feet were smashed repeatedly with a hammer. You spent the entire day cooped up in the overheated kitchen. Baking in the middle of June was no laughing matter.

Frankly, it was embarrassing to look this messy on Caleb's special day.

"It's just us this year. No need to share your cake with anyone else. So, how about... We both eat as much as we want?"

Caleb doesn't have to ask to know you've made this ensemble with blood, sweat, and tears. He thought he went all out when he cooked for you, barely taking a portion for himself while he filled your plate. This was a new level of effort.

"Heh."

Glancing back at his reason to breathe, he reaches out to take one of your cramping, sore hand. He lifts that hand to his lips, looking at the grime underneath your fingernails you didn't have time to wash out. Bending his neck, the pink tip of his tongue licks away a lingering smear of chocolate sauce on your thumb.

"That's a lot of food for just the two of us to get through. I guess I have to put in my best effort so you don't suffer alone."

[riptidesiren]

SHE

I'm running on 4 hours of sleep and a dream—yet somehow now my mind decided to be inspired and actually write something...

Fortunately a fried brain, means fried anxiety so I'll just post it while I can lol

~550 word Drabble inspired by the vibe of 'Need to Change' - Landon Tewers. And of course Caleb brain rot took charge over it lol. Any and all typos etc. may be kept as a souvenir. Might cross post to AO3 if/when I have space of mind. AO3

No smut. No fluff. Just vibe.

She

The doors opened to admit the newest patron. Only a few heads, bend in conversation or enraptured in a display, turned to offer a perfunctory glance in the general direction. All swivelled right back once their minds processed the information. The newest patron descended the few steps to glide across the floor sending cool eyes across the low lighted vault. Her shoes, high as they were, made no sound on the marble and yet more heads were drawn in by an unexplainable force. She was new. Fresh meat. That alone garnered interest. The esteemed guests of the establishment would have left it at that, had they been able to avert their eyes once more. No one approached her. Only watched as graceful steps brought her to the bar and a low voice ordered. She turned and faced the room causing unabashed stares to flit away and occupy themselves with their abandoned entertainment once more. Her gaze swept the room and turned with her fluid movement to accept her drink. Someone had moved. Broken the shared transfixion of this new arrival. A collective breath was begun to be held when the man approached her. Tranquil eyes looked up through lashes, indicating no other acknowledgement of the person before her. She fixed him to the spot as he lost his suave approach, reduced to stumbling sentences. Without answering she began floating away from him. He held no appreciation for this behaviour. His attempt to grab her was fumbled as she smoothly turned from his reach and in one motion had his hand bend in pain. The quiet room watched as she punished him in silence and slunk away. Leaving him at the mercy of piercing eyes from all directions. While the patrons had begun to settle and compose themselves, their eyes could not help dart over to wherever she stood and beheld the displays the vaulted room had to offer. The way she carried herself across the floor held none of the indication of the collar she wore and the mark it bore. Daring patrons lost their composure as they neared her and ended up veering off course. Separated by an invisible boundary she appeared as a curiosity that did not allow to be dismissed. One more had succeeded to enter her periphery and been granted a glance over from those captivating eyes before they returned to the contortionist currently bending herself backward on the platform. Dismissed. He had been watching the singularity slink around the patrons and platforms' various displays. Her arrival had set the imperative for tension. It fed the patrons' desires. Turning their leisure appetites into aching obsessions. Compelling them to seek their deliverance in the establishments beverages and distractions. Striving to obtain a substitution for that which they unconsciously knew they could not have. The girl on his lap eagerly took his empty tumbler. When had she been sat on the floor and the armchair abandoned? The girl watched his broad shoulders cut through the patrons as his long legs carried him to his destination. A shiver ran up the newest patron's spine when his fingers skimmed along her exposed back to announce his presence. Her eyes fluttered close, relishing the contact. The floor was watching them enraptured. She turned her head and bestowed a bewitchingly serene smile upon him as she gazed into amethyst eyes.

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[grigori77]

The Mighty Nein: Echoes of the Solstice (Live Show from Mo-fucking WEMBLEY!)

Ah, a hype man ... okay then ...

My ... he's quite salty really, isn't he?

"All the bar staff are like: What team is this? I don't know, but none of them make eye-contact."

He's got a point, we are better at swearing ...

"In this country, the sentence: I twatted the twat in the twat ... makes perfect grammatical sense!"

Ah yes, the first ĺive show since the Pandemic ...

Oh, here we go ...

Fuck me, look at that FUCKING CROWD ... O.O

Ye gods, Ashley what the fuck are you doing to us AGAIN?!!! Bloody hell ... then Liam ... and Taliesin? Look at that SWAG!!! MARISHA!!! Incredible ... Laura! Wow ... that's like ... AND Travis ... basically Jester and Fjord in the flesh ... just a shame Laura's not blue ...

And then we we have SAM FUCKING RIEGEL ... never misses an opportunity, does he?

Matt's going nuts and I don't blame him ...

Ah yes ... what fresh hell is Riegel gonna unleash upon us THIS TIME? The audience are ahead of us already ... oh gods ... no, you really AREN'T Freddie Mercury, mate ...

Bloody hell ... that actually WORKED ... I'm extremely surprised ...

Ashley has an announcement? Blimey ... no wonder she's a little nervous ... oh, but she's getting into it already ... Nice ... and yeah, Crit Role Red Nose Day, always fun ...

Cosplayer nod! Nice! Liam: "Oh man, so many Sprinkles!"

Yay! Animated intro WITH AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION!!!

Liam: "I've had this dream!" Matt: "Thank you all so much for the trauma!"

Recap! Nice!

Oh, so they WERE just Shunted, then? Okay, so what happened then?

So we're about to find out ... where are they? Shush, sound effects problems! Blightshore? Intriguing ...

Ah, so he CAN talk ... Caleb: "It's been a while." No shit, mate!

Oh, so the magical disruption has knackered the collar too ... batter that thing off, Beau! "You know, your wife has shaved me with a greatsword, this should not be too challenging for you." Oh, NOW he's rethinking this plan? Minor Alchemy?

Sam: "No, I want her to punch you!" Liam (as Caleb): "I'm sitting right next to her, it's going to happen!"

Oh crap ... Matt, what are you saying? What the fuck is THAT shit supposed to mean?

Ah, Imogen ... Beau: "She was kind of cute." Caleb: "Don't cross the streams!"

SNAP!!! Thankfully collar not neck, at least ...

Yes! Get her to Yasha! Go! With Caduceus? Awesome ...

Hey! The Blooming Grove! They made it ... oh, this is PRETTY!!! Calliope! Awwwwww ...

BABYYYYYYYYY!!! :3 Ashley: "I touch her everywhere, make sure she's fine! Well ... maybe not EVERYWHERE ..." Caleb: "I've seen them like this when they've been apart for a few hours."

CADUCEUS!!! Yeah, boy!

Ooh! Munchies!

New armour? Sweet ... the "Oh no, I have to leave in a hurry kit"? Intriguing ...

Dream Beau can be an asshole, apparently ... Beau: "But if you felt like exploring, maybe ..." Yasha: "Oh, I didn't know that was on the table!"

Oh yeah, Veth has, like, PRIORITIES now ...

Beau's accidental kleptomania ... XD

A splinter from the Nein Heroes? Intriguing ... and they're on the ship! Yay ... docked? Oh, hey, Nicodranas! Sweet!

Good lord, what are they doing? Matt: "How did we start this so horny?"

REUNION!!! Yay!

Jester's been getting headaches from her Sending ... yeah, that's right, makes sense ...

Perception check? Oh, first roll ... Travis: "Nine!" The crowd cheers! Of course they do ...

ALL of the Assembly ... yeah ... Trent Ikithon, of course, I thought so ...

Yeah, get Veth! Yay ...

Weird dead seabeast? What is that shit?

Matt: "Interrupt MY story, why don't you?"

A Message to the Ruby ... and she has to roll a D100? Nuts ... 48? 14 points of Psychic damage? Oof ...

Yes, she COULD heal herself, but it's par for thd course, really ...

Blud! Hi!

Spooked seabeasts ... hmmm ...

The Brenatto residence ... here we go ...

VETH!!! Yay!

Veth: "The world has been turned upside down!" Beau: "What's wrong?" Veth: "I HAVE A FUCKING TEENAGER!!!"

Luc wants to be an adventurer? Of course he does ... yeah ... how old IS he? Veth: "Whatever feels right!"

Veth: "To be fair, I was drunk for most of his childhood." XD

So what's the plan?

Oh, Scrying? Yeah, try it!

I love how Jester's being do sweet about Ludinus, it's hilarious ... oh, NOW she gets it? Jester: "He's a douche, I hate him!" Yeah ...

Here we go then, go Jester ... Travis: "That's right, use the 5th Level, nothing can possibly go wrong ..."

Jester has a DICK COLLECTION now? LOL

Reminding Jester who Trent is ...

Oh hey, here's Artigan! Nice! Oh ... how rude!

Caduceus: "We're not big problem people." Jester: "Are you saying we're NOT going to push the Moon back into the sky?"

Oh wait ... is Veth NOT coming?

Jester: "Um ... the Lavish Chateau is NOT a whorehouse." Veth: "A speakeasy with benefits?"

Luc? Hi! Wow ... he's an EMO TEEN now? Interesting ...

Veth making fun of Fjord being the weakest of the Nein ...

UNCLE Caleb ... :3

Jester! DO NOT give Luc a tattoo!

Wow ... Veth REALLY IS bowing out ... that's so sad ...

Veth makes Jester take another 8 points of Psychic damage ... XD

Wow ... AWKWARD goodbye ...

To the Cobalt Soul in Rexxentrum? Okay ...

Everybody runs into the circle ... wait ... WHST THE FUCK?!!!

Luc? Seriously? Wow ... he even has a Character Sheet! He's do cute ... :3

Here we are, then ... and they've just realised they're not alone ...

Sam's doing an emo teen voice now ... I love it ... this is gonna be SO MUCH FUN ...

Are we EVER gonna learn howold he is?

Yasha: "Hit me!" Seriously?

Oh, so we're doing this ... and she CATCHES his punch ... of course she does. Adorable ...

And now he's in a huff ...

And now he's gonna try and hex Beau instead ... this really is getting funny now ... Beau: "I'll cover my eyes to make it more fair." XD

Ah ... Caleb gives him THE TALKING TO ...

Wow ... he's really good at THIS ... oh, totally working the heartstrings, definitely ...

Oh wow ... they're coming around ... oh, so they're giving CAD the deciding vote? This'll be interesting ... and he makes a good point.

Ground rules from Caleb ... as it should be ...

Caduceus casts Death Ward on Luc just to be safe ... Nice one, mate.

Ovedo? Okay ... apparently things are chaotic ... oh, this doesn't sound good ...

Matt once again using the feedback constructively ...

Ah, teenage bravado ...

Volither ... hmm, nice hair.

Aggy? Who's that?

Dark tunnel? Okay ... no, DEFINITELY not Luc in the lead ... an extra luck roll for him? Nice one, Caleb!

Oh shit ... the magic seals are DEAD. Not a good sign ...

Crap ... what the hell is THIS shit? Oh, that's fucking CREEPY ... scary monster monologue ...

Beau just closes the door on whatever the fuck THAT was ...

Oh, it's still going? He does love to go on and on ...

Hello who's this?

Wait ... a guest? Oh shit! It's Daniel! You sneaky bastard ...

A dwarf? Intriguing ... a blue kilt? Even more so ... and WINE? Hmmmm ... a bit tipsy, apparently ...

Whoa ... he bested Beau? Wow ... and then he offers her a DRINK ... of course she accepts. XD

Aggy: "Is that a little boy?" Luc: "I don't trust this guy, he looks over 30."

Luc: "Hey! Don't insult me and then explain it to me!"

Yes, Matthew, what HAS HE found?

"Unattended baggage" ... SNORT ...

See Invisibility ... oh, hello, Star Razor ...

Eldritch Blast! Yay!

Aggy HEADBUTTS the wall Fjord just attacked ... wow, and he just NUTTED a dozen open. Cute ...

Constitution check? 9? Oh, and what does THIS mean? Oh dear ...

He thinks Caduceus is a horse ... I love that ...

Daniel: "I look like a very small, short John Wick, by the way." XD

Aggy just walks RIGHT IN ... and now there's more illusory nonsense ... wait ... the Shadowhand? Ooooh ...

Ah, so ... going down, then? Hmmm ...

Oh dear, this doesn't look too good ... what now, then?

Wow .. clearly Aggy is NOT particularly bright ...

Whoops? Holy shit ... Nice dodge! He's now tumbling down the stairs and FLASHING EVERYBODY ... oh dear, what now? Another dexterity roll? NAT20!!! Nice ... he is UNSCATHED ...

Daniel: "I am just sucking the Dice Gods' dick!"

He is almost ACCIDENTALLY good at this ... oh, here we go ... CRITICAL FAIL!!! Finally ...

Oh dear, what has he gotten into now? 76 points of Force Damage? Holy fuck ... is Aggy DEAD ALREADY?!!! Fuck ... a DISINTEGRATION TRAP?!!! Shit ... so that's it? Aggy is DUST ...

Farewell, Daniel ...

Oh yes, that's right, technically he IS an Admiral ... Admiral Tusktooth. Nice ...

DO NOT let Luc check for traps ... oh yeah! Mage Hand ... and Jester Guides him too ... :3

Wow ... that's a lot of traps ...

Another magic mouth ... for the gods' sake ... he's so full of himself ...

Another door? Okay ... check for traps again ... and ANOTHER mouth ... even MATT is now acknowledging that Trent is full of himself ...

Oh you ARSEHOLE ... not cool to taunt Caleb like that ...

Ah yes, the Tower? Sweet ... yes, rest.

The Aeorian Security Cannon ... and a FLUFFERNUTTER?!!! Holy fuck ...

True Seeing ... oh dear ... now Caduceus has Beau tripping balls again ... fuck, a Nat20 for a full 27 perception ... sweet fuck ...

Athtiri Menthal ... huh?

Beau has a +16 to her Arcana? Fucking hell ...

Ashley once again Stop It-ing Sam when he sneezes. VERY LOUDLY this time, too ...

They're fighting Trent AND a thing, or Trent AS a thing ... lovely ...

Okay, so rest and regrouping, then ... back to Caleb's tower, then head out in the morning ...

Mahogany? Hmmm ... certain dirty minds, I swear ...

Okay, then ... and time for a break! Well then ...

Aaaaaah ... Welcome To Wildemount returns ... always fun ...

And we're back ... Heroes' Feast! Nice ...

Caleb has a personal talk with Luc, and gives him his Luck stone? Wow ... oh fuck, WISH?!!! Seriously? 5th Level Simulacrum ... so he's now CLONED himself ...

Yasha: "Whoa! There's no riding going on! Except on me ..."

"Beth"? Hmmmm ... typical teenage boy, clearly ...

Beau and Yasha and AT IT ... of course they do. And Fjord and Jester. Liam: "No-one more competitive than Laura Bailey."

Good night's rest ...

Beau finds TWO Calebs TWICE as insufferable ...

Luc chugs the weird Potion ... oh boy, what's this shit gonna do? Oh crap ...

Whoa ... wait, what ... oh no ... extra confidence? Oh that's not good ... crap ... Luc is DEFINITELY gonna be even more reckless now ...

Death Wards on both Luc AND Fjord, then ...

Crown of Stars? Crazy ...

Caleb 2 is now a sabertooth cat ... of course ...

And so now Caleb has come home ... group stealth check! Blessing of the Trickster to Yasha? And she doesn't even need it ... but Beau TANKS it ... at least everybody else rolls spectacular ...

Now what?

Ring of Telepathy ... and Trent is still insufferable ... and fucking NASTY with it too ...

This is just gonna be a fucking RECKONING ...

No ... Caleb, DO NOT say your fucking goodbyes right now ...

Assault of memories ... ouch ... this is just CRUEL ...

Two undead presences? Oh you fucking evil bastard ...

Jester goes in with Caleb ... Beau and Yasha go round back ...

"Uncle Deuce" ... Caduceus: "Oh, I'd forgotten about that ..."

The bastard REALLY HAS brought Caleb's parents back ... that's fucking monstrous ...

Insight check ... oh yeah, they're not right, definitely ...

Jester just goes STRAIGHT to Turn Undead ... and they BOTH fail? Fuck ... that's effective, at least ...

I'm sorry ... the house just EXPLODES?!!! Fuck ...

34 points of Fire damage? Oh wait ... no, Fjord has some protection! Nice ... just 17, then. Same for Jester, too ...

Well, they're definitely NOT his parents anymore ...

BATTLEMAP!!! YAY!!! Cue Sam's plug for Wizzkids ...

And ROLL FOR INITIATIVE!!!

Jester Invokes Duplicity! :3 Awwwww ... tiny voice Laura doing the Jester voice is adorable as she directs Matt ...

She attacks Trent with her Spiritual Weapon and HITS!!! Nice ... but it just MISSES him? WHAT?!!! Meanwhile while the duplicates scatter, she bolts out the door ...

Yasha Rages and bamfs out her wings for Radiant Soul! Nice ... charging in to get ready for attack next turn ...

Beau POWERWALKS inside ... and attacks Trent from behind ... but the punch does NOTHING?!!! Seriously, what the hell?

She attacks the dad ghoul instead ... POP POP!!! But it resists the Stun ... Flurry of BLOWS, then ... and Patient Defense.

A METEOR SWARM?!!! Seriously?

And that is just OUCH all round ... crap ... thank fuck for saves for most ... Caduceus takes THE FULL DAMAGE ... and so does Luc? Crap ... but he has Evasion? Oh, so just half, then ...

Fjord casts Hexblade's Curse on Trent, then throws FOUR Eldritch Blasts ... a miss on Trent, first misses on the dead dad, but the other 2 HIT!!! Boof-boof!

The undead back off but Beau gets an Attack of Opportunity ... daddy is FUCKED UP ...

Mind of Mercury? Nice, Beau! And she gets the first HDYWTDT! On the dad ... oh dear ... well, it's a mercy, really ...

Rapid Cast of Chain Lightning from Trent ... oh no, Caleb just Counterspells ... but he can't actually see him, so it misses? Ow ...

Shit ... Caleb is DOWN ...

Caleb 2 turns into a T-Rex! Okay then!

Death Save 1 fails? Oof ...

Luc casts See Invisibility ... Trent is ACTUALLY hiding behind the tree ... Laura: "Like a little bitch!"

Caduceus casts Mass Heal ... 100 each? Holy fuck ... that is all round a SWEET FUCKING SAVE!!!

Jester runs to find Trent ... Fortune's Favour? Nice ... something that doesn't need line of sight? So she just casts Anti-Magic Field his magic! Nice ... that's it, he's now REVEALED!!!

Yasha charges in best she can ... but she can't attack now ... crap ... so she just casts Zealous Presence and YELLS in his face while flowering everybody else ...

Beau charges in too and just SWINGS for him with her staff ... and TANKS the attack roll! Okay ... second strike ... Fortune's Favour! Oof ... Flurry of Blows! FINALLY hits ... 14 damage plus Stunning Strike ... but he shrugs it off ... then 17 and another Stunning Strike ... but he uses Legendary Resistance even though he Crit Fails ... Extract Aspects ... he's resistant to ALL magic? Interesting ...

Fuck, is he running? What is this thing? An artifact ... oh shit, is he changing? What's he doing?

Sam: "Guys, we're fighting Trent Ikithon in Wembley Stadium!"

Everybody's blasted back ...

An orb of black shadow is just growing ... and now he's just a great horrible black shadow creature ...

Whoa ... a SECOND Battlemap? Fuck ...

It's the whole town ... Trent is a FUCKING KAIJU!!! He's suckimg the life out of people and stuff ...

Hexblade's Curse! Go, Fjord!

Caleb stays prone, jnstead turns into Gelidon the Nightmare in Ivory? Whoa ... and Matt has the miniature ready! Wow ...

Caleb 2 charges in with Luc still on his Dino back ... but they keep a safe enough distance ...

Luc casts Enlarge on the T-Rex! Fuck ... Matt doesn't have a larger model for THAT ... Godzilla is now loose in the streets!

It attacks Fjord with a tendril ... Liam: "Keep your hentai out of this!"

Caduceus runs to Yasha ... Holy Weapon to her, so she has boosts to all her weaponry! Nice ...

Jester casts Gate to pull Artigan through in front of the creature. SHIT!!! And he is suitably SHOCKED by what she's got him into!

Arty casts Chain Lightning on it ... 38 points of lightning damage! Nice ...

Yasha charges in and attacks! Lots of damage maths, apparently ... 101 points of damage in ONE FUCKING HIT!!! The crowd goes wild! She attacks again! Another hit! 59 points this time! Bloody hell ...

Beau rushes in znd attacks ... Nat20! Yeah! And another hit! 19 damage, then 16! Flurry of Blows ... 20 misses? Oof ... Debilitating Damage? Oh, okay ... and now it's vulnerable to Ice Damage? Nice, Beau!

Oh fuck ... EVERYBODY takes 31 points of Necrotic damage? Ouch ... now it concentrates on Yasha ... Ire of Oblivion? Oof ... a Nat20 save? So she only takes 70 damage? Oh great ...

There's a weak spot? Okay then ...

Even Sentinel with a Nat20 doesn't stop it? Crap ...

Fjord takes 2 swipes with the Star Razor ... both hit! 42 points of damage, snd a Divine Smite for an extra 16! Nice ...

It responds with a Void Claw ... Fjord just hits the brakes and it just MISSES him ... phew!

Caleb just brings his whole dragon mass down on it and vomits ice into its face! 77 points of Ice Damage! Nice ... and he has a Frightening Presence? Okay then ...

Caleb 2-zilla bites the thing's arse ... no joy! Claw strike! Hits! 21 points, then 14!

Luc looks for the egg ... he casts Brenatto's Voltaic Bolt, then shoots the gun into the egg! 26 points of damage to the artifact! Okay ... that looks to be the sweet spot!

Caduceus prays to the Wildmother, makes the creature's ichor turn into ice ... now he can see through it to find out how it works ... he pulls out Yasha's Holy Weapon and inflicts 26 points of Radiant damage on the creature! Cool ...

Jester teams up with Arty to hold her spell with him ... Guiding Bolt with his Enhancement ... balls ... shit roll spoils the shot ... crap ...

Yasha flies up and goes RIGHT for the egg ... and misses! Agh! Reckless! Go again! Another miss! FUCK!!! Oh Fortune's Favour! Okay ... balls! That was ALMOST awesome ...

Beau RUNS UP the creature! Holy shit ... she tries go reach into the chest snd tear the egg free ... strength check! Marisha: "WITNESS ME!!! NATURAL 20!!!" The crowd EXPLODES!!!

Matt: "Beauregard Lionett, how do you want do this?" AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

She tears the egg free, which pulls Trent into it, throws it into Caleb's mouth, and he BITES IT TO FUCK!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Caleb has his vengeance at long last ... the survivors of the town applaud (as does the crowd). Nice ...

Jester congratulates Arty for saving the day ... oh flattery ... he gushes in response ... then she drags him into helping with the clean-up ...

The Calebs return to normal, Caleb sends what's left of the egg into some kind of nether realm. Then they big Luc up a bit, while still zlso grounding him.

Fuck ... Fjord just PROPOSED TO JESTER!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! Matt: "You motherfucker!" Jester OF COURSE accepts ...

Caleb's cats prepare a feast for all, and there is celebration, but only a small victory against the larger backdrop of CHAOS from the Apogee Solstice ...

And that's it! Everybody takes a bow!

Well, this was a whole hell of a lot more epic than usual ... but altogether just the AWESOME reunion we wanted. I just hope it won't be the LAST time ...

[fictionfixations]

IM STARTING LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

the only thing i know about it is that it has a period tracker, apparently the videos for it are horny (i heard amalee talking about how she opened up a lads video and then there were men whimpering and she'd done it in public not thinking it would be anything bad 💀💀💀)

and i actually finally saw the game for the first time on mina's channel and she was showing off some of i think her caleb cards and like highlights of stuff or something? there was one where it seemed like he was being possessed or something idfk and was trying to eliminate us and then he was like no

and then another where theyre in space and like make out

and then one thats lowkey kinda freaky where we put a collar on him and shit like

HUH

so yeah thats all i know LMAO

or well i hopped into one of mina's streams of i think it was her stream anniversary or something? the one where she announced like a new model (she showed the art the actual model isnt coming until i think april? i forgor) and her and i think allegra were talking about caleb's red flags cause hes apparently a yandere or something?? mina was on caleb's side and allegra was like wtf that mans a walking red flag 😭😭????

im not sure what my stance on it is ill see when i actually interact with him yknow? like it could be a jumin han from mysme thing where his whole deal actually pisses me off hella hard, i have no idea (although that could also partially be because i am SO biased towards jaehee you have no idea)

IM FINALLY IN ive been trying to get lads to work since 10 am (its 5 pm almost 6) IM NOT KIDDING it took awhile because it said it wasnt compatible with the device and then the loading time took forever i cant believe theres no loading bar for like verifying version info or whatever it was i forgot because i couldnt tell if it was broken or if it was DOING THE THING

holy shit

imma like cry if this continues to take so long every time i try to start the game LMAO

i was gonna give her blue eyes only but the red looks really cool.

i usually yap a lot more but im worried having multiple stuff open is gonna break the game cause it makes scary noises and last time that happened i fucked up the downloading process of the new update on hsr

To minimize lag imma switch to yapping on mobile so I don’t keep making it harder on my pc

That means less images but I’ll manage

Me setting the first name last name to my favorite oc:

Nickname is prince since usually my username is like pr1nce_thcseus so I default to being called prince

Sorry unicorns??? OH SECTOR

Wtf is up with my level I thought I was b cause I paused it then it switched

???? NAhhh not us an anomaly

Oo MC TRAUMA???

TARA I LOVE YOU in a maybe Wanna run off into the sunset together and get married

I suspect the men will knock my boots off though lmao they are the main focus

Also Wanna say love our boots

MAN SPOTTED

wait have I seen this before 😭??? It felt weirdly familiar for a moment and then nah

Not me low key getting jumpscared seeing him move like holy shit please don’t kill me 💀

Man my laptop does not like the fighting mode

Thank you keyhints for telling me what buttons are what to do what because if I had to manually press it with a mouse I think I’d just die all the time 😭

Not me bumping into my keyboard and it kicking me into a different tab

I was so scared I’d have to relaunch

I’m happy in dialogue it lags less on my end

Helps immersion

XAVIER

Like my savior

Hahahahahha

Look I’m using this as an excuse to thirst (i feel this is a judge-free zone)

Is it just me or does Tara look like max…????? Life is strange protag I might’ve gotten name wrong

Why you memorize phone number

PULLINGGGG

Guaranteed within 69 pulls hahhahahaa

Select who I want to meet?? I’ve only seen Xavier 😭

Wait did the watch see Xavier???

NOO BEING UP AND READY AT EIGHT????

Tara are you into Jenna or do you just like looking at attractive people

Kid I have drained my social battery please leave

I thought that said luka

Holy shit man alert

What the bruh is skilled with his fingers hahahahahhaga

I was gonna say istg if i hear another character named LU KA

Lmaoo

I think I just discovered a preference??? Is it just me or the one earring kinda hot 😭

IN YOUR HEART?? GIRL

wait should I be playing with earbuds

I think maybe it will enhance the experience? Hold on

Zayne’s appearance reminds me of iida

OH IM SUPPOSED TO actually move

I regret not turning the music down since they’re always a little too loud if I use earbuds

‘People who have evol are called evolvers’ I thought that said revolver 💀

?,? CALEB

A

*stares suspiciously* he doesn’t give me Yandere vibes….

You say aviation in front of me I think of that one thing that goes under all known laws of aviation bees should not be able to fly because they’d be too heavy to move their fat body off the ground or something 💀

???? Is Caleb a sibling or close friend

I think it’s the latter but it’s unclear

Girl wth I didn’t know this was horror

I wouldnt have put the earbuds on

Anyway so far I feel I’ve been charmed by Xavier

Pretty

I forgot he’s on Home Screen I backed out expecting him to not be there and then he’s still there oop

Ahh more pull stuff

How many can you have in one team

‘Why are you sitting in the waiting area’ SHUT UP ZAYNE

Huh that’s cool a thing that auto draws from memory

I don’t think Zaynes for me

The seal is adorable

49%……. I can’t escape the numbers (orv fan)

AH QUICK TIME EVENTS????

I would’ve thought auto would do it for me 😭

NOOO ITS FORCING ME TO PURSUE BUT I HAVE MORE I WANN ADD TO THE TEAM

DUDEEEE

AGGHHHH

LMFAO

i have to stop here i cant really do anything else right now to be able to proceed and binge the story 🤷

how do i feel about it? i dunno. i havent really gotten that far enough to be super invested or see any big twists or anything

im liking xavier though and maybe rafayel im not sure i need to interact with him more

also i clicked under deepspace and holy shit so much story 💀 this is what i get for procrastinating from this game for so longg

[hiyaluronic]

Fuck the Applebee’s Solstice!

[walpster]

The date moves on

[MARIELLA] ...So after the demon came out of the ground he was all flustered like it was his first day on the job or something. He fumbled out a huge list from his pocket - he was wearing jeans for some reason - and I’ve got to finish it or everyone will die. I mean - look at this, I have to make a baby with a ghost, a skeleton, a witch and a spellcaster? Like what’s the difference?!

[LIAM] I’m almost positive that witches are more connected to nature and more dangerous than spellcasters. I’ve heard they do ritual sacrifices, too, but that could just be a myth.

[MARIELLA] I’m honestly surprised you believe me! I know this all sounds really weird.

[LIAM] I’ve heard weirder.

[MARIELLA] O-Oh, right, yeah. Sorry, this is all new to me.

[LIAM] Don’t be sorry, Marie, it’s not your fault. You know, it’s not everyday that a demon curses a random human - this all seems impossibly unfair on you.

[MAIRELLA] Thanks man, you’re too sweet! 

[The pair make eye contact and stare at each other for far too long. They realise that they haven’t said anything for a little while, so they awkwardly break their gazes and resume talking]

[LIAM] [Nervous cough] So uh, I’m guessing that ‘Vampire’ is on your list?

[MARIELLA] Yeah... If you can’t do it then I totally understand. I know it’s a lot to ask but there just aren’t that many guy vampires around - or at least any nice guy vampires, like the ones that won't try and lock you in a basement or something. No offense.

[LIAM] I'm okay with doing this, truly. Also, none taken. Really, the only vampire I know that hasn’t done something horrible is my Dad, Caleb. He’s always tried his best to be a great role model to me. Even now at the ripe old age of 444 he still gives me life lessons!

[MARIELLA] Your dad sounds super cool, are both of your parents vampires or...?

[LIAM] Neither, actually.

[MARIELLA] Oh?

[LIAM] Caleb’s my adoptive father. I was turned in 1618 by this guy who’s long dead now, and I was taken in by Caleb after that guy killed my parents.

[MARIELLA] Oh my god, I’m so sorry.

[LIAM] Nah, it’s alright, that was well over 3 centuries ago now.

[MARIELLA] 3 centuries? Woah. When you were turned I was like, what... -380?

[LIAM] [Uncomfortably] Yeah... Something like that...

[They both sit in silence for a second to soak in how weird that is.]

[MARIELLA] …Let’s not bring up that part, eh?

[LIAM] Agreed...

[???] Sorry dude, can you sign this collar? My cat loves watching your movies!

[LIAM] S-sure...

[Liam cautiously signs his collar while Mariella tries exploding the stranger with her mind yet again.]

[???] Thanks bro! [Walks away whistling a little tune]

[MARIELLA] Hey, Why don't we go grab a drink from the bar! Maybe it'll make this whole... problem a little easier to solve, if you know what I mean...

[LIAM] Marie, you say that like it's a business exchange! I'm down with doing this and I think... I think I quite like you...?

[MARIELLA] W-Well... I think I kinda like you too...

[They both exchange flirty looks and then head to the bar]

[innytoes]

I had a bad day so you all get more self-indulgent Caleb/Ray/Reggie ABO AU fluff.

-Caleb is constantly torn between Wanting To Spoil The Shit Out Of Reggie and his cheap-ass taste. He’d never actually tell Reggie that, of course, but deep down it pains him a little that he knows Reggie will light up more over a little plastic pumpkin than over a rolex. He finally found a decent middle ground with Ray ‘It’s the Thought that Counts’ Molina, and now this?

So when he finds Reggie in their bedroom, gently rubbing one of Caleb’s silk shirts between his fingers, he is like YES. Not just because he is Extremely Jealous of Reggie walking around in Ray’s old flannels and henleys, but also because this is the perfect opening.

So of course he asks Reggie if he likes what he sees and Reggie immediately starts to apologise. But Caleb just tells him of course he can take whatever he wants from Caleb’s closet he’s been buying extra soft shirts for months now to entice him. 

Insert a scene here that is full of Sexual Tension where Caleb slips one of his silk shirts onto Reggie. He does up all the buttons, rolls the cuffs, smooths down the collar and smirks when he smells Reggie’s scent change in his arousal. He gets Reggie to agree to come with him to his tailor so he can get a properly fitted shirt and suit.

(Yes the tailor 100% calls Caleb on his bullshit when he does Reggie’s cuffs etc again and Reggie goes all flustered again.)

-Dumb ABO worldbuilding trope that I like is when scents are really complicated. Betas can’t smell them, and omegas and alphas can’t really smell their own scents unless they really focus, because they get scent-blind to their own scents.

Ray is always smoky, warm, and sometimes rich and chocolatey scents. (In my head his baseline like the smokey note of a lush Soak and Float shampoo bar.) Caleb is always icy and cold things: fresh snow, ice cold streams, etc.

In general, omegas are usually more sweet-smelling. In popular culture, it’s a massive stereotype and beauty standard. Paul was always a dick about how Reggie didn’t smell sweet and he was very  self-conscious about it. So one night he asks Ray what he smells like when Ray is snuggling with him and very clearly nuzzling at his scent glands, all happy.

And Ray is like: ... okay but promise you won’t get upset?

And Reggie of course immediately spirals like: they hate my scent I should be sweeter. And he tells Ray he can start wearing perfume if they want, or using scent-blocking soap. And Caleb looks up horrified like: don’t you dare.

And Ray admits that he thinks Reggie smells like a Pumpkin Spice Latte. Rich and warm and like spices. But he wasn’t trying to imply Reggie smells like (insert Ray awkwardly doing airquotes here) “a basic bitch”. (He knows memes, okay! Sometimes! He heard Flynn say it once!)

And Caleb is all: really? I think it’s more like pumpkin pie.

And Reggie is so mad at Paul because fuck you that sounds AMAZING he smells AMAZING and he is so pleased with himself.

[theoriginalladya]

A Constant Wish

A Constant Wish

Summary:  An anniversary, but not of the enjoyable kind. Nine years on, and Commander Shepard is still dealing with the fallout from Akuze. It's up to Kaidan Alenko to guide him through it.

Tags: Sole Survivor, survivor’s guilt, death, grief, Akuze, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, mshenko

Characters: Caleb Shepard, Kaidan Alenko

NOTE: Four years ago today, my mother lost her battle with cancer. Today, even though I knew the date in my head, it didn't connect until my youngest brother mentioned something in our family text chat. It hit me like a ton of bricks, just as it did then. I've learned to move on, to keep going, to keep living, but this day each year is always the hardest fucking day to get through. And so I wrote this with her in mind for my Caleb Shepard who has his own ghosts to deal with.

Love you, Mom.

A daily thought, a silent tear, A constant wish that you were here

~~~~

Kaidan wakes suddenly, inexplicably, to darkness and the sense that something isn’t quite right.  Not a nightmare, not someone waking him with a touch or a sound, but that unerring feeling that something is just… off.  It isn’t panic so much as a general unease, but he’s used to listening to his gut these days; it’s saved his life or that of a squadmate or even Shepard himself more than once.  

Shepard.

Rolling over, he discovers the bed is empty but for him.  That sends his heart racing faster than he expects and he nearly falls face first to the floor as he scrambles out from beneath the covers.  The time it takes to yank on his sweats and a t-shirt seems an eternity, but he is fully aware thanks to the cold flooring beneath bare feet.  

A thorough search of the upper part of the apartment finds nothing out of the ordinary.  The side note to that is he also fails to locate Shepard.  Granted, he still has half the apartment to investigate, but the fact he cannot find a recent trace of his presence is a bit disconcerting.

He descends to the lower level and begins by checking the back room.  Empty. Next, the living room and the bar. Also, empty.  The lights in the kitchen are dim, just the way they left them when they headed upstairs after dinner.  Still no sign of the man.  

Kaidan tacks his way across to the opposite set of stairs to head back up – maybe he missed him in passing?  As he walks past the hall branching off to his right into the den, habit has him glancing that direction.  In front of the faint flickering fire light, he catches a silhouette; a familiar shape seated at the poker table, hunched over, glass in hand. Unease morphs to concern and curiosity, and he pads down the hallway, calling out softly as he reaches the doorway, “Shepard?  You okay?”

The silhouette jerks suddenly as if startled, then relaxes with an exhale of breath.  “I’m fine, mo ghrá.”

Kaidan takes the response as an invitation to join him, and he slides into a seat at the table.  “Drinking alone?  In the dark? Gonna have to do a better job of convincing me you’re fine,” he challenges, albeit gently.

Shepard huffs; a soft sound and one nearly drowned out by the pop and crackle of the fire.  He sets the glass on the table, rises to his feet, and walks over to the small bar in the corner.  Within moments, he returns with a bottle and a second glass.  This he fills and pushes towards Kaidan, then tops off his own before reclaiming his seat.  “Not alone now, am I?” he asks, setting the bottle down with a heavy thud next to what look to be four playing cards.  

From his position and in the dimly lit room, Kaidan can’t tell which ones they are.  However, knowing Shepard as he does, he can guess their purpose.  Why are you down here drinking and doing card readings in the darkest hours of the night?

Taking the glass in both hands, he pulls it close but does not drink just yet.  Before anything else, he wants, needs, some answers.  “What are we drinking to?”

“Not what,” Shepard declares, blue eyes piercing through the dark to meet Kaidan’s as he lifts his head, “who.”

Kaidan acquiesces with a slight cant of his head. “All right.  Who?”

Shepard lifts his glass in salute.  “Sergeant Angela Nevarra.”

Kaidan frowns.  The name sounds hazily familiar; he’s heard it before but cannot place it.

“Sergeants Carter, Evans and Decatur,” Shepard continues, clearly not expecting a response.  “Corporals Harris, Simmons, Grassini, Aoki, and Meijer.  Malik, Masterson, Owens, Jenson, Weston, Alvarez…”

Kaidan listens in silence but keeps his eyes on Shepard’s face as he continues to list them off.  As the list gets longer, comprehension dawns.  Shepard stops reciting names at forty-eight and the quiet surrounds them again.  Cautiously, Kaidan asks quietly about one name that was not mentioned.  “What about Toombs?”

“Toombs.”

There is a hint of brutality in the way Shepard says the name which Kaidan doesn’t quite understand.  For everyone else associated with Akuze, there is a fondness, a reverence almost in the way their former commander speaks of them, but with Toombs, it’s different.  “That’s his name, isn’t it?  The one we ran into on Ontarom?  Back –”

Shepard tosses back the last of his whiskey, swallows it in a large gulp, and shakes his head sharply once.  “Aye, I remember.”  He slams the glass onto the table with enough force the platform quakes for a moment.  “Heard from him last year, did I ever tell you?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but Kaidan shakes his head anyway.  The time they’ve spent together since his recovery, since the war began, they’ve avoided the more… controversial topics.  Not that Kaidan blames him for not bringing it up; it’s probably just as well.

With a soft snort, Shepard grabs the bottle and pours another two-fingers worth of whiskey.  This is the third drink Kaidan is aware of, and he can’t help but wonder how many Shepard drank when he was alone, before Kaidan found him. 

Their eyes meet again, and the look in them… Well, Kaidan understands now just why the man’s name in Irish is sealgaire, the hunter.  It’s all Kaidan can do to hold his ground.  And, that is knowing that the look isn’t directed at him.

Shepard’s scowl is dark and foreboding as he tosses back this drink, and there is a vehemence in his voice Kaidan has only heard maybe twice since he’s known him.  “Threaten me without knowing what happened?” the commander bites out.  “Briseadh agus brú ar do chnámha!  Go hifreann leat!”**

Kaidan reacts immediately, reaching forward and prying the glass from Shepard’s long fingers.  “Okay, Shepard, that’s enough.  I’m calling time for the night.”

Shepard struggles momentarily, apparently not satisfied, but a moment later releases his hold.  Sighing heavily, he covers his face with his hands.  “Tá brón orm,”**

Kaidan pushes the glasses and bottle across the table and out of easy reach and moves to crouch beside him.  “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Shepard’s hands drop away, and when the blue eyes meet his again, Kaidan recognizes the truth.  His mother once told him that if an Irish man or woman expressed true sorrow for something, there would be matching sadness in their eyes.  The sheer magnitude of the sorrow he sees in Shepard’s gaze just now is enough to level the Reapers and end the war three weeks ago, he thinks.  He reaches over and runs a hand along Shepard’s cheek in a gentle caress of understanding. “Hey.”  

Shepard leans into the touch, eyes closing.  When they open again the sorrow still lingers, but not with the same intensity.  Without the glass before him to toy with, he reaches for the playing cards lying face up. “D’you see these?”

Kaidan spares them a glance, tilting his head to get a better look.  “Did you do another reading?”

“Aye,” Shepard agrees, “but not tonight.  These…  This was my reading that night.  On Akuze, before the attack.”

Past – Two of Spades.

Present – Ten of Spades.

Future – King of Clubs.

Crossing Present – Ten of Diamonds.

None of it makes much sense to Kaidan – it never has – so he looks expectantly at Shepard.  When he remains silent, Kaidan asks, “What did they tell you?”

Shepard pauses for a moment, turning his head to look straight at Kaidan.  “That my world was going to go all to hell once again, but that this time, on the other side, I would find a path to my future…”

Kaidan looks at the cards again.  He recognizes the King of Clubs – it comes up often in Shepard’s readings, though Kaidan isn’t aware of any special attachment to it. The rest he can’t tell of he’s seen in readings before or not.  Shepard’s hand flops onto Kaidan’s shoulder, his fingers toying with his hair near his collar.  When Kaidan smiles back, Shepard’s eyes flare with an intensity that might be unsettling under other circumstances, but thanks to recent events in their lives, he has a much better idea of how to deal with.  

Rising to his feet, he sighs.  Any further explanation on the cards can wait until the man is sober again.  “Come on, we need to get you back to bed, I think.”

Shepard follows without comment or question, and, surprisingly, without stumbling.  When they reach the stairs, Shepard surprises Kaidan by sliding his arms around his waist and hugging close to his back, resting his head on his shoulder.  “You understand, aye?”

Already a step above the man, Kaidan stops and half turns to face him.  The question is very open-ended and he cannot miss the obvious pain.  It isn’t difficult to guess what he is referencing. “About Cerberus?”  Shepard nods.  Sighing softly, Kaidan wraps one arm over Shepard’s at his waist, and tilts his head close enough to ghost a quick kiss across his lips.  “Do you honestly think I would be here now if I didn’t?”

Shepard’s face screws up in confusion for a moment, an endearing look Kaidan doubts the commander would ever agree with if he is made aware of it, so Kaidan keeps the observation to himself.  Running his free hand over Shepard’s cheek again, he clarifies quietly, “Yes, mo shearc,** I understand.  You are not them; you never were.”

Hope wars with uncertainty behind those blue eyes; it’s strange to see Shepard this vulnerable, and a little disconcerting.  How much is the drink and how much just… is?

“You really believe that?”

Kaidan nods.  “Aye, I do,” he replies, echoing Shepard’s usual response and leaning in for another kiss. “Now, come on.  You need to sleep this off.  We can talk more about it later if you like.”  Though, as they ascend the stairs together, he is pretty certain it won’t ever come up again anytime soon.  Perhaps this time next year, but not before.  At least now, Kaidan is prepared.

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** mo ghrá = my love

** Briseadh agus brú ar do chnámha!  =  A breaking and crushing on your bones!

**Go hifreann leat! = To hell with you!

** Tá brón orm = I’m sorry

** mo shearc = my love

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I'd love more Beau whump. Maybe a BTHB prompt, like Tortured for Information, Shock Collar or The Collector if those haven't been done yet?

HI ANON. Let's pretend this DIDN'T take me months to finish. I had a clear idea for this, but my brain was just like "what if we overcomplicate it" and then it was just six thousand words long.

ANYWAY. Beau WHUMP. The Collector was the only one I hadn't done yet, so that's the one I did.

Heyyy, I only have one more BTHB prompt to go.

Beau paced the length of her cell- more of a glorified dog kennel- and swore a blue streak in the key of her footsteps. Across the way, in this dark warehouse, the coughs and grunts and meaty slaps of fists slamming against magically reinforced iron bars were everywhere, proving she wasn’t alone, and yet she might as well be for all the help her fellow captives were going to be.

Fuck. She had to go and be stupid, didn’t she? At least it was her and not Yasha in this cage.

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Earlier…

Yasha wanted to rest. And she got to- for a handful of years she was free to tend her garden and be Beau’s Yeza and just hang her swords up on the shelf to be admired and to intimidate Cerberus Assembly members who came to kiss ass and save face. (Beau still looked back proudly on Yasha, sipping tea with her pinky out for fanciness, looking Ludinus Da’leth in the eye and enunciating the name Magician’s Judge.)

The problem wasn’t Yasha needing to roam- the problem was Kord, which Beau would never ever say out loud out of a desire to not be struck by lightning or caught in a freak summer storm every time she walked home from the Archive. Kord had named Yasha his champion and sometimes that meant picking your swords up and going off and doing things in his name. Beau could have gone with her, scratched an itch, but work was piling up.

So Yasha went off with Fjord, Jester, and Kingsley, and Beau was left alone with just Caleb and the immense piles of red tape she had to cut her way through, and that was extremely boring. Without Yasha to greet her with food and kisses and sex, she knew the days would blend together and she would go completely mental if she didn’t find some sort of enrichment. Hanging out in the seedier places in Rexxentrum promised a good spar and that probably would have been enough, but then someone caught her attention on her way home.

Two men talking about a highly illegal underground fighting ring. Gladiatorial combat. Run by slavers. That sort of thing. They probably shouldn’t have been talking about it so openly, but they were drunk and she had good ears.

It sounded like something she could bust wide open. The intent was to do a little recon, get back with Dairon, and then raid the place.

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Can you write a Reggie x reader fic where reader was a part of the band in the 1995 and didn't die with the guys but then by some unfortunate accident, like a car accident or a drunk driver, dies a few months later and has been a ghost for 25 years and know modern slang and stuff? If Caleb could know her but not own her soul because she's superstitious and he reminds her of the fae that would be awesome! Sorry for the long ask and if you don't have the time to write it it's fine.

TITLE: Back for you (JATP Reggie x reader)

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Prompt/summary:  Reader dies after the boys and finds them in 2020 after years of being on her own.

Word Count: 1,595

Authors note: I’ve done car accidents in like 3 of my other fics so I decided to spice it up a little bit. Sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted, you can always ask if I an rewrite it!

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I wish I could’ve done something to stop them that night. 

My life was cut so short, all because of a stupid hotdog. All I wanted in life was to belong somewhere and I finally had that with the band. They had dragged me out to that street dog stand before our biggest show at the Orpheum. Fortunately (but unfortunately) I only had time to take a bite or two of my food before I remembered Bobby and I had to unload the rest of the merch before call time.

I barely made it to the door.

I spent 6 days in the hospital, but the boys died that night. When I saw my body laying on the hospital bed with my family surrounding me I broke down. I still wonder why this happened.

I spent months wandering around LA, doing small jobs for other ghosts in exchange for food I could actually eat. I stole books and snuck into movies to pass my time while I waited to see if I would crossover to... anywhere. Isn’t that’s what ghosts do?

I had so many questions other than that. Why am I still here? Where were the boys? Were they together? If they were, why wasn’t I with them?

Some of those were answered when Caleb found me outside the Orpheum.

“If you shake my hand, I can help you. You can perform at my club for thousands of legends. You’ll get the best foods, equipment, clothes. All that if you just come with me.” 

The offer was tempting. I had always wanted to be known as an artist but something didn’t sit right with me. Maybe it was the look on his eye, or the fact I ran into a ghost boy earlier that week with the same symbol on his wrist, regardless I turned it down. Claiming I wanted to explore the world a little more before I settle down. And with that I left.

For the next 20 years I wandered around the US. Poofing only could take me so far, and I could only do it to places I’m familiar with. Eventually with time and power I had gained from being in this realm I managed to open up a shop. Only ghosts could see it of course but everyone was welcome to come and spend time there with me. I gathered books from all over and let people trade them out on the various shelves that spread throughout the room.

The entryway was located in the same alleyway the backstage door to the Orpheum was. Some might say it’s morbid to live right near the spot you died but I say it’s only closure. Closure to the short life I got to live.

The only thing I ask from my patrons is a drink or a song. Once that’s paid they’re allowed to stay as long as they’d like and are free to come and go as they please as long as they make that payment every time they come back.

It made the time a lot less lonely, I spent so much time searching for where the boys could’ve possibly ended up that I forgot I needed to focus on myself for a while. 

Willie came by every once in a while, mostly to stop in for a drink and listen to some music.

“The weirdest thing happened the other day (Y/n),” he sat down at the bar as I wiped down my equipment, “I ran into a boy that’s been in the black room for 25 years!”

I had heard of the infamous black room where some souls went until it was their time to come here to our realm, “25? That’s crazy.”

“I know! And he said he and his friends died eating hotdogs,” Willie laughed and my hands froze.

“What?”

“Yeah I know it’s crazy.”

I took a deep breath, “Willie, what’d you say his name was?”

“Uh... Alex,” he said, the look on his face expressed concern, “Did you know him?”

“Willie, I need to know where you saw him.”

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I searched all over our old neighborhoods, the school, even our old spots where we would busk or get gigs to play. I turned up empty handed, no sign of the boys anywhere and I was starting to get worried. 

What if Caleb got to them?

No, I can’t think like that. They may not be the smartest group of boys I’ve ever met but they do have some common sense. Or, at least I hope they still did.

It felt like the band happened so long ago, but if they’ve been in the black room for all this time then they probably don’t realize how much time had passed.

Finally I went to the last place I hadn’t checked, Caleb’s club.

I changed my outfit into an elegant dress with a cloak on top. May seem strange now but in Caleb’s place it wouldn’t look anymore out of place than a flapper from the 20′s. I tried my best not to look suspicious considering I wasn’t even a member to Caleb’s cult and was technically direct competition to his business he had going on. I learned quickly from Willie that if he didn’t find any use for you he would exchange your soul for more power. I wasn’t about to let that happen to my boys.

It wasn’t long until I found them stuffing their faces with food at the center table. He must be trying to convince them to join him.

“Guys,” I said, I pulled my cloak down to reveal myself, “It’s time to go.”

“(Y/n)?” they said confused.

“No time to explain. Outside. Now.”

I pulled Luke and Reggie by their collars away from the food as Alex followed close behind. Luckily I got them out before anyone noticed.

“What’s going on? Where have you been all this time?” Reggie asked.

I sighed, “I’ve been here. Traveling and making a place for people like us to go to instead of Caleb’s club.”

“What’s wrong with Caleb’s club?” Luke said.

“Once you join you can’t leave,” I said, “Caleb owns all those poor peoples souls. Once he’s done with them then he exchanges them for power.”

The boys eyes went wide as they looked down at their wrists.

“Oh god, he marked you didn’t he?”

They all nodded and held out their wrists showing the glowing purple tattoo.

“I’ll find a way to reverse it I promise. I just need some time.”

Luke finally saw the time, “Crap, we’re late for Julie’s dance.”

The boys Alex and Luke poofed away but Reggie turned to me, “It’s so good to see you again, I missed you.”

“Who’s Julie?” I asked.

“Our new band members.”

I frowned and swallowed hard.

Reggie laughed before leaning forward to place a kiss on my cheek, “Don’t worry, she could never replace you.”

I smiled and felt my heart hammer in my chest.

“Come find us later. The old garage we used to practice in.”

“I gotta get back to my place. I got customers to serve.”

“Where is it?” he asked.

I smiled, “The alleyway behind the Orpheum. I don’t think Julie can come in cause she’s a lifer but you guys can’t miss it.”

“Awesome,” he smiled, “We’ll be back for you okay?”

“Okay. Now go play at that dance,” I grinned as he placed another kiss on my cheek and turned to poof away with the boys.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I went back to the garage to wait. I enjoyed how much it had changed over the years as I walked around. Eventually I sat down at the piano and began to play some of the sheet music that was still there, Julie must’ve left it.

“You still got it.”

“AHHH!” I startled and almost fell off the bench.

“Woah woah, sorry,” Reggie chuckled, “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Well you did Reginald.”

He rolled his eyes, “Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“You’re place. I wanna see it,” he said, holding out his hand to me.

I smiled and took it before poofing out of the room and into my cafe.

“(Y/n)!” I heard some of my regulars cheer. I waved before walking behind the bar to refill drinks for people. Reggie turned in a circle to admire all of the old art and instruments I had hung up everywhere.

“So anyone can come and go?”

I giggled, “If they’re dead then yeah. Haven’t had any lifers wander in yet.”

He smiled and took a seat, “How long did it take to make all of this?”

“Considering how draining it was and how much magic I had to use, probably about 4 or 5 years.”

He sighed, “And I wasn’t here for any of it.”

“That’s not your fault,” I said as I placed my hand on top of his.

“This doesn’t make any sense. Why did I go there while you’ve been here all this time?” he asked.

“None of this makes any sense Reggie. Maybe it’s because you guys died together and I died afterwards or something. Regardless you’re here now. I’m just so glad I found you guys. Maybe once we find a way to release you guys from Caleb, you guys can help me run this place. I need to solid gigs to play on weekdays.”

He smiled before lifting my hand to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to my knuckles making my face grow hot.

“Of course, I always told you you couldn’t get rid of me.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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"He's My Brother?!"

Tuesday 16th March 2021

Part One

Hello again everyone, hope you're all doing well! I wanted to share some personal news with you, I received my first Covid-19 vaccine yesterday, we're slowly on the path on getting things back to some form of normality! Who knows, maybe soon EastEnders might be able to go back to its original 30 minutes, even though I'm enjoying it and don't care how long the episodes are, it'll just feel normal, right? Anyway, I've seen a few spoilers regarding these two episodes, I'm really intrigued to write about these episodes. Tuesday aired two episodes of EastEnders so I'll be doing two posts to review each one.

Monday's episode ended on such a cliff-hanger, it's only right that I start this blog with mentioning Lucas and Chelsea first. The episode opened right there Monday left off, Chelsea and Lucas are at the airport preparing to go to Ibiza with suitcases full of drugs. Chelsea's suitcase is currently being checked, she's stood in absolute panic about what the security guard is going to find. Only when he reveals a bottle being over the correct amount she's allowed to take, I got really confused! I was completely and utterly convinced that Lucas had given Chelsea the drugs as a way of teaching her a lesson, and not in a bad way but in a cruel-to-be-kind kind of way. But as soon as Lucas begins to walk through with his suitcase, Chelsea hears commotion from behind and Lucas is surrounded by armed guards. The interesting thing is, Lucas doesn't hesitate, calmly and willingly, he drops the suitcase, opens it up to reveal the amount of drugs stored inside it, Chelsea watches on in dismay as her Father basically gives up on the whole job. Lucas looked over at his daughter, but the look on his face, I couldn't quite tell what he was doing? Was he doing this to save his daughter?

Frantically, Chelsea later arrives home, informing her Mum that Lucas has been arrested and he plain and simply gave up the drugs as if he'd planned it. Denise is visibly shook to hear but she's more relieved to know that Chelsea is safe and no harm has come to her, as far as she's concerned, Lucas can look after himself, whereas Chelsea needs her family around her. However, Chelsea seems to think that Lucas has given up the job on purpose, and now because the job hasn't gone through, Chelsea and the rest of the family could be in danger.

Returning to the airport, Lucas has been taken to side room, there he is begging the officer to allow him one phone call. At first the officer seems to think he's part of a drug gang and is wanting a call to let his comrades know about his arrest, however when Lucas mentions that it's to do with his family and that they could be in danger, it looks as if the police officer suspects he could be telling the truth and allows the phone call. As Denise and Chelsea are at home, Jack is there trying to keep them calm and discuss what actions could be taken due to Lucas's arrest, but of course his main concern is to keep Denise and Chelsea safe, if Caleb finds out the job hasn't been done, he knows that the Fox family could be in huge danger, he instructs them to not go on their phones and don't answer any calls or answer the door to anyone but himself. It's then that he receives a phone call from Lucas, pleading to for his help. What on Earth could Lucas be asking of Jack? Will Lucas be okay? (Of course some of you may have already seen the second episode, but as I haven't, I'm going to be speculating, please no spoilers, thank you!)

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The next thing I want to mention is Bailey and Bernadette. The sisters are still deeply saddened by Bronson's passing, but as they sit in the park with Mitch, they continue to discuss Bronson's personality and his favourite foods. Always the best way to remember a happy doggo! Unfortunately, as the family reminisce about their beloved pup, Mitch has devastating when he hears a job opportunity had fell through, which he was hoping would keep him going until the winter. Are the Taylor family falling on hard times? Are they really struggling for money so much right now?

Bailey however tries to reassure her Dad, informing him that he has to keep positive as something will come up eventually, but she also drops the bombshell that he wouldn't have to pray for Astronomy Camp for her as she didn't win her competition, both Bernie and Mitch voice their disappointment for Bailey as she begins to feel sorry for herself.  But suddenly a little surprise makes the young girl begin to smile, a little dog approaches her as she holds food in her hand, it appears to not be wearing a collar and no one is around to claim the dog, must be a stray. Happily Bailey interacts with dog and smiles to her Dad that it's a sign from Bronson.

Seeing the little pup bring a smile back onto his daughter's face, he later approaches Karen about the possibility of keeping the new found dog. I also just want to mention how adorable the new dog is, I know not many dog last for long on the Square, but it would be nice for them to fill the void of Bronson. I don't think EastEnders have ever had a better dog since Wellard. They need a pet who's going to become memorable, and with one as adorable as this new pup, it could really work. Karen unfortunately is against the idea of getting a new dog, mainly because they can't afford it. But something tells me that maybe she's just not ready to get over Bronson, maybe? I feel if you've been able to afford a dog before, there's no reason why you can't get another one after? Right?! Mitch really wants to cheer his daughter up, I'm hoping Mitch will go and find the new dog, adopt him and bring him in to their family.

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The next thing I have to mention is Ash and Suki, after finding her daughter at home alone with Peter, Suki takes it upon herself to confront Ash about the fact that she's been suspended from work, of course she has no idea why, but we all know it's because of Peter begging her to give him pain medication whilst off duty. As the ladies begin to argue, Ash tries to reassure her Mum that everything will be fine when she attends the hearing, she'll be able to explain and she'll get her job back. But Suki begins to fret, considering how much she cares for her family, and more so their reputation, I reckon?

Peter takes it upon himself to interrupt, informing Suki that Ash wouldn't have been suspended if it wasn't for him, this makes Suki realise that it's all Peter's fault, but the devastating blow is that her daughter could potentially lose her job because of a boy! Later on, as things begin to cool off, Suki is alone at the family business as Ash visits her, without Peter in tow. She begs her Mum to not worry and let things slide as she and Peter have a plan of way of getting her job back, but Suki seems to really struggle as the realisation sinks in, she voices that the reason she's so upset is that was she so proud of her daughter for getting so far with her career, for the job role she took on in life, how she has become successful in life, and now she fears that because of Peter, everything could be taken away from her! For me, I found it interesting to see this side of Suki, we know she loves the idea of power and success, but to actually hear that she's proud of one of her children, seems that maybe she really just wants the best for her family.

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Okay, now the main event! After hearing the news that Gavin has passed away, Kathy and Sharon are discussing whether to attend the memorial. Of course, Sharon isn't interested in sharing memories of her biological Father, needless to say she doesn't have any fond memories of him, Gavin did have a bad reputation after all. Kathy however, considering as she was married to him once - I'm assuming, we know for sure she loved him and/or dated him, is considering going, whether Sharon joins her or not. As far as Sharon is concerned he can "Rot in hell!"

However, after a few wise words from Callum about Dad's in general, regardless whether they were pigs or not, it's always best to be the bigger person, Sharon then decides to tag along with Kathy and attend the memorial. As the arrive Kathy realises that she recognises a few faces, where of course Sharon knows nobody. Sally, Gavin's sister approaches them and thanks Kathy for coming, regardless of the awful things Gavin did, she makes the valid point that she did love him once.

As they look around the room, there is one bloke in particular who seems to be downing a lot more alcohol than others, he seems to be banging to people and knocking into the bar, eventually this man decides to make a speech, but it's not one of the speeches you'd expect. But however, to Sharon's interest, he seems to be saying things which she would actually agree with. Gavin was the scum of all scumbags. This speech however doesn't sit well with other family members and the young man dashes over chairs and tables to escape the angry mob!

As Kathy and Sharon make their exit, they watch as everyone gathers in the parking lot. However Sharon seems to have somehow managed to get her hands on Gavin's urn, without a second thought she simply dumps it into a litter bin, much to Kathy's shock. Looking for the drunken, suspicious man who rudely corrupted the memorial, both Kathy and Sharon seem to notice that their car has been left un-open. Realising that the young man could be hiding in their car, they make a subtle entrance and sit in the front seats. This scene looked like something out of a comedy, the young man appears between them in the backseat, shushing them not to give away his hiding place. Unfortunately, for the young man, the angry mob begin taking their anger out on his sports car - I did find this pretty comical as Kathy and Sharon both describing the damage being made to his car as he hides on the backseat. After the angry mob seem to finish off the last of their damage and head back into the building, Kathy asks the young man his connection with Gavin, how did he know him? Why was he at the memorial? Were they business partners or something?

But then as he walks away, he drops the big bombshell, introducing himself as Zack and that Gavin was in fact his Dad! As he walks away to his damaged car, both Kathy and Sharon look at each other in their shock as they come to realise Sharon has a brother she never knew existed!

Now I just want to say, most of us recall what happened when Sharon found out about another long-lost brother, however, I have to make the valid point that Dennis was in fact an adoptive brother. Den Watts was her adoptive father, so technically Sharon and Dennis were never really blood related, which I guess is why their romance can be looked to one side, however, Zack would be Sharon's Half-Brother! People might think history will be repeating itself if Zack was to become Sharon's new love interest, but I'd hope that EastEnders wouldn't go down the route of incest. It would be interesting though to see how Sharon will come to terms with knowing about her secret brother, will she want to build a relationship with him? Will he want to know her? Could they bond knowing that they've both had such a horrid man for a Father? Who knows?

I'm really looking forward to seeing the second episode following this one, I will be posting about it tomorrow, but in the mean time please no spoilers for me. I'll look forward to blogging about it tomorrow! Thank you again for reading! Love you all xXx  

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I Want To Know You | Z.K

He stood helplessly in the doorway as she packed up her things. Tears rolled down his cheeks as she angrily threw clothes into her suitcase. Her face was scrunched up in a permanent scowl, and he flinched when she slammed the full suitcase closed.

She pulled one of the drawers from the dresser, dumping its entire contents into a second smaller suitcase. Moving quickly to the closet she pulled down a handful of hangers, laying the clothes on the bed before grabbing down another handful.

“Melinda, don’t do this.” His father finally spoke from where he stood in the opposite corner of the room. She threw a pair of shoes on top of the messy pile of clothing, then stood with her hands on her hips, her eyes boring holes into the man’s face.

“Give me one good reason.” She spoke in a low, firm voice. If looks could kill, his dad would already be 6 feet under.

His father, forever passive and unbothered, scoffed and waved an exasperated hand toward the door, “Fine. If you can’t think of anything, then be my guest, leave.”

“What about my birthday, mommy?” His voice made both of them look toward the door in shock, obviously having not seen him before this very moment.

“Well... honey that’s still a month away, okay?” She tried to soften her voice to talk to him, but it barely changed.

“But you said you would help me plan a party for big number 6...” he pleaded, trying so hard to find the good reason she needed.

He knew that his birthday wasn’t enough when she said, “Well, I promise I’ll see you on your birthday anyway.” And slowly looked back to her things.

“Oh...” he could barely make any sound come out. His heart was broken, he wasn’t enough for her.

His father stayed put in the corner and rubbed his forehead, not daring to make eye contact with him. Not able to look at his son.

“Dad?” He begged for some sort of comfort but found none.

“Why don’t you go on to your room, Caleb. You don’t need to worry about mom and dad’s serious talks.” He spoke quietly, his eyes staying locked on the floor.

He turned slowly and went to his room. Hearing their bedroom door shut loudly behind him he squeezed his eyes shut and sat on his bed, hands in his lap.

A few moments later he heard a bit of yelling, but he couldn’t tell what they were saying. Then a few moments after that he heard their door swing open, footsteps down the hall, and the front door open before it was slammed shut again.

He didnt see her on his birthday. Or Christmas.

In fact, he didn’t see her until January, and then it was only for about 30 minutes at his grandmother’s house. She had a man with her, David, who she said was very nice and a good friend of hers.

Her and David got married three months after that. When his dad lost his job at the plant, he ended up moving in with them. He didn’t like it.

He lived with them for a little more than a year before they moved to California, and he moved in with his grandmother, his mom’s mom. She was nice. She would always talk about how his mother loved him very much, even if she didn’t show it very well. Or at all. She would also tell him how she’s never been able to stick to anything and how ‘marriages were no different for her.’

He liked living with his grandmother. She was good to him. But he still felt the pain of his mother’s leaving every day. He still remembered the feeling of her looking at him and saying that he wasn’t enough of a reason to stick around.

He grew up pretty wild. He tried to stay out of trouble for his grandma’s sake, but it always found him. He had to call her to bail him out more times than he’d like to admit, but she was always there for him. She never gave up on him— even though she probably should have.

She said she knew his heart and she knew what a good man he could be. He would always roll his eyes at that, but he hoped she was right. He desperately wanted to be good.

Senior year he started going by his middle name, Zion. Trying to separate himself from who he used to be and give himself a second chance.

He didn’t really get it together until after high school. He never studied, but by some miracle his grades were good and he graduated.

His grandmother cried at the ceremony, and his dad looked proud of him. His mother came to the after party with her new new husband, Gerard, and left him a card with fifty dollars in it.

He got accepted into into Columbia University with his friend Brandon and they moved out to New York together.

———

First day of class, sophomore year, he walked in and saw her.

She sat in the second row, eyes focused on something far away. Her chin was rested on her hand and her hair was pushed out of the way behind shoulders, exposing her long neck snd prominent collar bones.

He sat on the end of the row, only two chairs between them, and couldn’t take his eyes off of her for the entire class.

When the professor drew the class to a close, he watched as she gathered her things and stored them in her backpack. When she stood it was only for a moment as she sat right back down, but this time in the seat directly next to him.

She crossed her right leg over her left and looked at him expectantly.

“Hi.” He said lamely, immediately wincing at his own voice.

“Hello.” She smiled and nodded her head once.

He could tell she was waiting for him to say something, but he wasn’t sure what it was so he just sat there.

After a long minute she sighed and stuck her hand out, “I’m y/n, the girl you were staring at during class.”

He blushed, embarrassed that she had noticed him.

“I’m Zion.” He shook her hand and chuckled, “the guy who was staring at you during class.”

She let out a gentle laugh and stood up.

“I’ll see you later, Zion.” She waved and then turned around and walked out the door.

For two weeks he took every opportunity he could to talk to her, and when he built up a good rapport, he moved to the seat right next to her.

He spent the next month after that trying to win her affection. Every morning he brought her a different coffee until he discovered her favorite and then he brought her that, plus a pastry on the mornings when he wasn’t running late.

They started studying together regularly, and she accidentally spent the night at his apartment a few times after falling asleep while reading.

“Y/n? Hey, c’mere.” He practically lifted her from the chair in the corner of his room and tucked her into his bed.

She groaned and grabbed his hand as he started to walk away, “Where are you going?”

“Just to the couch. I’ll be right out there if you need me, okay?” He patted her hand and rested it onto the pillow next to her head.

She hesitated for a second but then nodded her head and whispered a goodnight, watching quietly as he left.

Eventually she agreed to go out with him. He brought her to the bar where Brandon did stand up, picking a night where there was a good crowd and the laughter was flowing.

After the show they decided to walk around the city for a while, neither of them wanting the night to be over yet. After a while they found a park and a quiet bench and agreed to sit for a while.

“Okay, okay,” she was barely able to contain her giggles, “if you could have one superpower, what would it be?”

His eyes were glued to her. Her red cheeks, her dimples, her bright eyes. When she laughed he couldn’t stop himself from laughing along with her.

“I think... flying? Oh and invisibility! Wait, maybe super strength...”

“Zion! I said one!” She hit his shoulder and leaned against him while she laughed.

“That’s too hard of a question.” He chuckled and picked her hand up from his chest and held it.

When her laughter quieted down she kept her side leaned into his, her cheek laying on his shoulder. She watched him play with her fingers, her heart beating fast.

She tilted her head up to look at his side profile. Her eyelashes tickled his jaw and drew his attention from her hand to her face that was now no more than an inch from his.

“Hi there.” He whispered.

She smiled and leaned up slightly, pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. She pulled back quickly to gage his reaction, but there was no time to do so as he was leaning towards her and connecting their lips a split second later.

After that things progressed so quickly that it caught him off guard. The more serious their relationship got, the more uneasy he became. He liked her so much, and he knew she liked him too, but his insecurities were too big to disregard.

He refused to let himself be vulnerable. And without meaning to, he came off cold. He acted like it wouldn’t affect him if they broke up right then and there.

She didn’t know why he was like that. Why he would clam up and act nonchalant when she knew that he wasn’t okay. Time and time again she tried to draw it out of him, listening intently every time he mentioned his past, but he never gave too much away. He never fully let her in.

One evening, after a long day, they went back to her apartment to study. He got distracted very quickly, unable to keep his hands off of her.

“Baby, baby.” He mumbled into her neck and tried to pull her textbook away from her, “put the highlighter down, I’m trying to make out with you.”

She giggled and let him close the book, putting her hand on the side of his face and kissing him back. A few minutes later he’d made his way on top of her, arms holding him up as they kissed.

Thoughts swirled around in her head and the questions she’d had for a long time were begging to be asked.

When he moved down to kiss her neck she stared up at the ceiling, trying to find her words.

“Zion?” She said his name cautiously, her fingernails gently trailing back and forth across his shoulders in a soothing way.

“Hm?” He hummed against her sternum, not stopping his actions.

“When can I meet your family?” She felt him faulter a little bit, but he quickly shook it off.

“I dont know, most of them still live in Canada.” He slipped his hand under her shirt and skimmed his fingertips over her ribs.

“What about the ones who don’t live in Canada?” She continued, trying to sound soft and cute and keep from making him uncomfortable.

“As far as I know she— my mom, still lives in Cali. Far away from here.” He sounded slightly exasperated, but she wasn’t ready to give up yet.

“Well what is your grandmother like? Wasn’t it her birthday recently?” He sighed loudly and let his head fall to rest on her chest, his hand stilling on her side.

He lifted his head and looked in her eyes for a moment, then gave her a peck on the lips and spoke, “Let’s not talk about this now, okay?” Another peck on the lips, “it’s not important.”

“Zion...” she put her hands on the sides of his face and pulled his lips away from hers, “It is important. I want to talk about it.”

He jerked his head to the side and her hands fell from his face, “Why are you always pushing this?” He spoke harshly as he got up and sat on the other end of the couch.

She sat up slowly and pulled her knees to her chest, “I just want to know you.” She said softly.

“You do know me!” He shouted suddenly.

“Baby, please don’t be mad,” she crawled towards him and tried to hold his hand. He jerked it away and stood from the couch, standing near the center of the room and looking at her. “Why won’t you talk to me?” She asked, eyes beginning to water.

“What the fuck do you want me to say?!” He yelled again, pacing back and forth.

“Anything...” she pleaded, “say anything.”

“Fine!” He finally snapped, “Fine. What do you want know?! How my mother left me and my father? Or how about all the times when I was little and I begged my father to stop drinking so I could live with him, but he wouldn’t give it up! He got fired from job after job after job, and then dumped me on my mother! Then, when she decided that she didn’t want me either, she dumped me on my grandmother! Which one of those happy childhood stories do you want to hear first?!”

Tears were now falling down her face, she wiped her cheeks but couldn’t rid her face of them entirely. She stood from the couch slowly and walked towards him. She wanted to reach out and pull him into her arms, but she knew that that wasn’t what he needed right now.

“I don’t know, baby...” she sniffled. She tried to make eye contact, but he wouldn’t look her in the face, “but I want to hear them all.”

“No you don’t... no you fucking don’t!” He yelled, finally looking her in the eyes. His were full of tears.

He tried to step back and away from her, but she held onto his shirt and pulled him back. He looked at her for what felt like forever, waiting to see if she’d change her mind. But she didn’t. She stood there, unmoving, giving him the floor. Waiting for him to speak.

And he actually did.

Once he started talking he couldn’t stop. He told her everything. About all the times his mother canceled on him, ditched him for some guy, made him feel like he wasn’t good enough for her.

And then about how his dad started drinking when she left... and never stopped. He told her about when his neighbors called CPS and his dad was too drunk to even answer the door. And the 2 months he spent in the system while his dad got sober to get him back, but then turned him over to his mom a month later.

And he told her about how he finally had stability with his grandmother. How she was the only person who he felt actually loved him. Who gave him a sense of worth and purpose.

They laid on the couch for three hours, Zion talking and her listening. They even called his grandmother and made plans to FaceTime the next evening so he could properly introduce them. After they hung up he told her that he wanted her to come home with him over Spring break, she didn’t even hesitate to agree.

After that they got ready for bed. They brushed their teeth together and he hugged her from behind while she washed her face, then she sat on the floor and hugged his legs while he washed his own face.

They laid in bed holding on to each other late into the night. His head rested on her chest and she played with his dreads. While they laid there he asked her questions about herself, ones he’d been too timid to ask before tonight.

“I— um... do you think your parents would like, approve of me?” He lifted his head to see her face, brushing hair off of her forehead gently and kissing her nose.

She giggled and ran her finger along his jaw, “I know for a fact that they would love you... but not as much as me of course.” She watched as his lips spread into a big smile.

“Oh? You love me?” He sat farther up on his elbows, his face now right above hers.

“Yes.” She giggled again.

“Well this is very interesting news.” He gave her a mischievous smile and nudged her cheek with his nose.

“Well I already know that you love me, so it was only fair that I let you know I feel the same way.” She nuzzled her face against his, but he pulled back and gave her a quizzical look.

“And how did you know that?” He raised an eyebrow.

“You, my darling, are a sleep-talker.” She grinned, eyes sleepy but still bright and shiny.

“No I’m not!” He scoffed, giving her thigh a little spank, “stop making things up.”

She burst into a fit of giggles and tried to escape his grasp.

“You are!” She exclaimed, “I can even tell you when and how you said it.”

“Okay fine,” he laughed with her, settling back into her arms and planting a quick kiss on her shoulder, “tell me.”

“Two weeks ago, when I slept over here after that one test? I woke up to you shifting around a bunch really early in the morning and I asked if you were awake... you said some nonsense that I couldn’t really understand, but then you rolled over and said super clearly, ‘good morning y/n, I love you’. And then you were still and quiet until you woke up for real.” She told the story while running her fingernails across his shoulders.

He blushed and hid his face in the crook of her neck. His lips brushed against her shoulder and he wrapped his arms tightly around her, wanting to hold her as close as possible.

“Well that’s kind of embarrassing, huh?” He kissed her temple and then rested his cheek flat against her sternum.

“No, actually, it’s kind of the sweetest thing ever.” She smiled and looked at his shoulders as she rubbed them, “besides, I know you really meant it.”

“How can you be so sure?” He teased, poking her side.

“Well, I suppose I can’t be one hundred percent positive, but I’ve never heard of someone lying in their sleep before...”

A moment of silence passed and she almost thought that he had fallen asleep, but then he spoke, “You can be positive.” He mumbled against her skin.

“Hm?” She furrowed her eyebrows.

He lifted his head and kissed her, drawing it out for a few seconds before pulling away to speak, “I said that you can be positive. I love you, y/n.”

Her heart felt like it was going to burst, she felt so lucky. She had this man, this wonderful man, all to herself. And he wanted her back. He felt the same way.

She gave him sleepy kisses until his eyes were too droopy to stay open and he had to rest his head.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, both of them fully content. Both of them feeling secure and loved.

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Hope you like this! <3

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Darling Fallon    Sep 3, 2013

Sensational (sin-sational!). i write on behalf of myself (S) and my lover (m). we have been ripped off by bulk-produced molded hoods before and i can only say HAND CUT LATEX ONLY never look back!! worth the money and will eventually pay for itself. neck fit like loving glove and adds dynamic intensifier to breathplay. Lovely proprietor replied prompt when “m” had questions re: breathability (she added extra breathing hole at no extra cost). class acts all around (and not just in our dungeon!) will return for more but “m” needs a break first if u get the drift lol1!! thanks to lady j!

Purchased item: DeMarco FetishWear – Latex Chrysalis Hood (translucent…

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  myMister   Aug 24, 2013

this one writes on behalf and with permission of MISTER. this one quaked with bliss when package arrived. truly awful to behold in the wise hands of MISTER. this one’s neck is small and delicate For His Pleasure and all item adjustments were made to order and did not affect shipping time. if this one could be so efficient For His Pleasure this one would be in heaven on earth. instead, this one is less than a hole. item truly enhanced <O sensation. without a doubt will be used over and over in this household for due punishments of this very worthless one. discrete pgk’ing. thanks to designer J for deepening this one’s service to MISTER.

(NOTE FROM MISTER – WILL PROPRIETER PLEASE PRIVATELY EMAIL TO DISCLOSE IF YOU ARE MALE/FEMALE/OTHER SO “myMister” (this one) WILL BE ABLE TO PROPERLY ADDRESS YOU IN ACCORDANCE WITH ITS FORMAL ROLE)

Purchased item: DeMarco FetishWear – Throttle Collar w/ attached Gas…

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  JulieJuice   August 3, 2013

LOL rip-off!!! cant believe all u ppl sucking this guys dick. says everywhere in product descript. (and you guys reviews!!) that custom sizing is no additl. cost but mine cost more!! only small alteration to titty holes cause of my cleave situation. bullshit. not buying from him again.

Response from J

Hi again Julie. If you check our many enlightening inbox conversations from 7/5-7/16 you will be reminded the additional cost was due to your request of more ring hinge insertions as the standard amount in pattern block “was not bling enough”. Cleavage was irrelevant. Sizing related alterations are always no added cost. Custom alterations requiring additional materials/effort and adjusted pricing will always be discussed and approved on client end before any exchange of payment.

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  HannahCakes!    Jun 1, 2013

Hey Whats Up I’m Caleb (obviously don’t have an etsy) and using my lady’s account. She got the catsuit for my birthday and she looked so sexy like J-Lo or someone. Didn’t want her doin the latex stuff because I thought shed have to shave off all her pubes and personally i like that kind of thing a lot but no harm done. Anyway she was super sexy and the suit thing looked good and stayed together even when we started rockin. To other full bush guys out there if youre girl wants to wear the latex stuff SHE CAN KEEP HER BUSH she just has to use lube to oil up the bush that she has.

Purchased item: DeMarco FetishWear – Domina Catsuit w/ Pussycat Zipper (red…

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  HannahCakes!   3 months ago   Friend   Ignore

Caleb Review

Hi J,

Saw my boyfriend’s 6/1 review and I was like uh ohhh. I asked him to leave one because he went gaga over the catsuit, but I wasn’t expecting all the bush stuff. If you don’t want to be associated with that and want to delete, that’s ok on my end. A little embarrassing! – Hannah!

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    3 months ago    Friend    Ignore

Hi Hannah. Please don’t worry about it, any positive review is welcome. His feedback has apparently hit a chord with some specific hesitations and concerns buyers have been experiencing but not confiding with me, so I plan on keeping it up for the time being. Enjoy your garment.

  JoeyoftheHerd    3 months ago   Friend   Ignore

Moo-cow snout muzzle thing – (idea i had)

Hi. Is this idea good

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    3 months ago    Friend   Ignore

Hi Joey. Are you interested in a custom cow muzzle/mask, like the pup play masks on my page or are you just brainstorming for personal reasons?

Reply from JoeyoftheHerd    3 months ago    Friend    Ignore

idk it’s just an idea i had

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    3 months ago    Friend    Ignore

It’s a cool idea

Reply from JoeyoftheHerd    3 months ago    Friend    Ignore

Thanks man i thought so 2

1234Brett10093456    3 months ago   Friend   Ignore

I REMEMBER YOU FROM RAWHIDE

JULES yes I know who you are and I know your name are you scared yet?? I remember when you used to hang with Roscoe out at Rawhide because Roscoe pretended to hire you because he secretly wanted to fuck and suck you till you cried and I saw all that. I have brown flippy hair, blue eyes and am tall/cut versatile but lean TOP. I know you faked being gay. You heard of bi-now-gay-later but have you heard of gay-then-straight-betrayer (you)? That is fucked up that you still sell stuff but pretend to be a gay guy because that makes your stuff sell better because the gay guys want to fuck you. I know you are faking because my muscle bud Tomas (latino) saw you making out with a ginger chick at the wet bar in Entrance last week. He said it was probably a joke but I know it wasn’t because he said he saw tongue. I wont let you be a breeder without a fight. I am willing to tell EVERYBODY YOURE SECRET. But I wont if you prove to me YOU CAN STILL BE GAY. Im attaching a pic of my cock so you know im not lying and can follow through. I will only believe YOU ARE GAY if we can see each other face/face (i can host only on fri- I have two roommates) and our cocks have to touch and you have to stay hard for at least five minutes while I suck and jack your cock and tongue your balls (shave or dont i will leave that up to you). condoms ok but if you want to be a breeder so bad maybe I will just breed your ass but if youre actually a gay guy you’ll like it and cum thick ropes as I fuck your dirty little slut hole and youll tell me youre a hole while I fuck it with the shiny precum head of my cut fucking cock (7inches erect). you will smell my hole and BECOME GAY again IT WILL HAPPEN  - Brett Costino

  TheSteelyDanMan   2 months ago   Friend   Ignore

Latex & Breastfeeding Concerns

Good morning, J I hope you are well. Returning customer, here. My kajira/wife and I are splinter Gor lifestylers (NOT KAOTIANS) [link] but are currently isolated due to our deviation from standard kajira beautification ideals and the arrival of our first child (girl - Gemma) two months ago. My wife’s submission has usually been expressed fashion-wise in various strict latex outfits, a few of which you have kindly provided us over the past couple of years. Naturally, the arrival of a mini-me results in some changes! My wife, insecure after birth, wants to return to strict full-coverage latex, but this desire is at odds with her physical situation of actively nursing Gemma and we both have worries. Does the constriction of latex effect or otherwise harm milk production, or could secondhand latex exposure harm our baby? I imagine you have catered to many lifestyle situations where this might be relevant so I thought I would ask. Thanks very much. LEO

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    2 months ago    Friend    Ignore

Hi Leo. While I have catered to many lifestyles, I’m afraid I must exercise discretion in this situation, as it would be on par with giving medical advice. I will say any allergy is a possibility and one should exercise undue care with a very young infant, not just in matters of latex. I highly encourage you and your wife to discuss this with her doctor as frankly as possible. In the long run it might be worth reevaluating aspects of your wife’s submission and temporarily making do with latex pieces that do not restrict the breasts, while nursing is a part of her daily reality (I’m sure I don’t have to tell you examples are available on my page). Best of luck and congratulations on the new addition to your family.

  NoraBarnacle    2 months ago   Friend   Ignore

A sincere offer…

Several months ago, I bought a pair of latex gauntlet gloves from your shop. Since then, astonishing changes have come over me. I used to be high-powered, highly controlled, a formidable woman (natural ash blond, green eyes, 45”-40”-44”) I was determined to keep these feelings to myself, but I can no longer resist, as I wholeheartedly believe your Dominating spirit, imbued in the gauntlets, is leading me forcefully but masterfully into your care. If it pleases you, know I have not touched my aching slit for one month total as I am uncertain whether you desire me to feel pleasure that is not approved by you. There are no images of you on your site, but I have drawn an accurate picture of you in my mind and I know you are the Man that I never knew I was waiting for, the Man who will lead me, the Man who will hold my neck and strike my forehead to his knee in his insistence that I allow myself to be led. When I wear the gauntlets, they are your own gallant hands restricting my weak bones. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I can no longer resist. I do not desire to resist. Please message back so I can properly present my acquiescence, body and soul, unto you. I squat disgracefully on my plump thighs, full of whorish tremor that makes me unworthy, but still I desire. I will service your home with my ardent hands and service your thick and striving cock with my wet tongue. Respond to this small soul. I submit to your gallant wisdom – A Secret Admirer

  RicoMetals   1 month ago   Friend   Ignore

Redhead Modle in Pic for Serve Her Serrated Corselette

Hey man-to-man who is she. I love redheads. Does she modle for other people/would she modle for my pieces? there’s no head in the pick – what’s her nose situation? we could all do collab and I think it would be hot. Let me kno - RICO

Reply from DeMarco FetishWear    1 month ago    Friend    Ignore

Hi Rico. I have not blocked you (yet) because said model wanted me to reply to you first and inform you, she’s already an established performer in her own right and does not want to model for a guy who “thinks I need some sissy seamstress to pimp me out to shitty welders online”. As I only have basic welding experience, I can offer no further comment or defense on your behalf.

  DerryBerry454   1 month ago   Friend   Ignore

Inquiry re: standard leather sleep-sack dimensions

Hello Miss J, quick question:

I will buy this item no hesitation no delay if you tell me right now about your vagina. Questions I prioritize:

1.     Color labia (outer)

2.     Color labia (inner – aroused)

3.     Clit length in centimeters or whatever measurement is most flattering to you

4.     Range of clit engorgement

5.     Depth of vaginal canal (I will allow ballpark figure as I know not everyone has graded speculums lying around)

6.     Percentage of clit orgasms v. vaginal orgasms – bonus points if you describe uterine orgasm, if that is your experience (no pressure to answer last part, as I understand it is not necessarily vagina-adjacent)

7.     Are you hairy? What color?

8.     When you wash your vagina do you douche or do you use fingers to rub through labia folds and that is it?

9.     Color of menstrual blood

10.  If you wear panties, do you find the crotch of your panties degrades due to PH of your vaginal discharge? (give me the qualities and I will calculate this for you)

While a picture of your vagina is welcome (and will only be for my private use) I really do like gathering these stats (I’m kind of a nerd) and would appreciate as much openness on your behalf as possible and you will benefit too because I’ll give you money for your lovely product. Talk to you soon! 😊

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DungeonMaster (MOD 2): Hey people, we’ve reached the end of the summer and you know what that means – Ivan himself of the halls of Rubber Valley presents inaugural post of their annual sweeps week filming extravaganza – first photoset already up and we’ve got the goddamn brilliant LYDIA SUCKS sons! The greatest bitch on the face of the planet almost psyched us out but she’s here she’s low and she’s ready to blow. Vid upload will probably take till tomorrow to render but we’ve got some great pic galleries already. Ivan really spoiling us pigs lmfao. Seeing lots of setup and dress-up and behind scenes stuff for yall candid pervs. We’ve got full body latex and face coverage hoods and I see a breathing tube and the barn inversion setup. Possible inverted ceiling fuck? The boys can dream. Links to download pics results in PERMABAN – only official links to Rubber Valley site allowed, don’t know how often I have to say it. You want to pass ripped screenshots you do that through email *casts pearls before swine*

GOBgobGOB: no pic of lyds upside down yet ☹

LordJim: Not interested until I see Ivan haul out the FuckRacers from two years ago – wonder why he doesn’t bring those around more often? Great view stats on current vids and who doesn’t like a fat ass getting auto-fucked while she steers the go-cart supine?

SUCKPUNTER: lmfao all views are you bro

GOBgobGOB: D I R E C T H I T

SUCKPUNTER: hey lordjim where’d you learn the word supine

LordJim: Yeah “laugh out loud” very funny guys.

SUCKPUNTER: did you learn it at college

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): Lydia looks gr8 folks. Queen pristine and ready to cream. SUCKPUNTER – chill out because I’ve got my eye on you. Don’t take the bait Jim. You’re like thirty.

SUCKPUNTER: at least I don’t get off on bitches doing the pinewood derby

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: LYDIA!

GOBgobGOB: LYDIA!!!

McLovin: LYDIA LYDIA LYDIA

TheWorldofMartinAmis: Goddess. Wish she’d get her boobs done though.

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: same! I’ve been waiting for years for her to get into xtreme body mod. Right up her alley. If she’s at EXXXOTICA EXPO next year I’m going to try to get her meet and greet and ask. I know tattoo guys who’d pay HER to give her first tat.

McLovin: Lydia wouldn’t go. She’s like indie transgressive.

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): nice to see you again lockSTOCK. I see your POV but Lydia has several interviews where she says most of her viewers see her bod as a clean palate in the art of pain – as in, wounds have to go away in order for us to appreciate a fresh ruining ; ) tats and huge implants are a little tougher to work around. Anyway in my mind you can fix bad tits but you can’t fix bad attitude

ThatOneFootGuy: id suck her feet

McLovin: woah fuck 4th latex pic in dressing series with her mouth open and her eyes shut – who the lube guy with his arm right down her front?

SUCKPUNTER: lol hand clear to her pussy and hes not even hard faggot

McLovin: scope the ginger amazon in the background with camera – new girl? Don’t recognize. Didn’t know Ivan was bringing new people around this year’s sweeps.

LordJim: I wondered too when I saw. I’m sure DungeonMaster mod understands if I copy/paste following from Ivan (no pics, text w/actress info):

Newcomers are always welcome in RUBBER VALLEY (especially if they’re lovely, and especially if they’re ladies!) and this old goat is pleased to welcome DOMME LUX, our friendly neighbor down south in that little town called Chicago. Mysterious as she is alluring, you’ll see her shining light sampling tidbits of delight off our Valley Girls throughout the uploads this month (or even taking a crack at a couple!) We’re just getting to know her, but I have a feeling she’s a generous gal at heart as she kindly offered us the services of her Personal Valet, Jules DeMarco, who himself spoiled us all year with devious latex devices for our steadfast daring dollies after the unfortunate 2012 passing of our beloved torture designer Merrick Marvel (memoriam post 03/04/2012). Check out Jules’s Half-Bag Breast Mummifier in scheduled post 7/22 (Heather Bunny in the inverted Wench Wrench) the diabolical Arachnae-Hood (Lacey Jane, spinning in our trusty Landscape(her) Rolling Pin 7/16) and the Double-Fuck Full Body Boa Binder with eerie inflatable bubble hood (Lydia Sucks, finale post 7/31, don’t miss it, SUBSCRIBE). I must confess, we took advantage - the poor fella ran himself ragged helping us with film prep all week. So as an apology we let him get up close and personal with Rubber Valley’s reigning heroine LYDIA SUCKS fitting her in a custom four-limb black latex catsuit with half-face hood, made especially for her brave beautiful bod. He takes a good long time greasing her up before Ivan and Barry get her hoisted and joisted and in her best bitch-bat position among the rafters of the exalted Rubber Valley barn, where we leave her to squirm in terror! (but let’s get real – what scares Lydia? We’re wracking our brains!) Uh-oh, is Domme Lux looking jealous in the background? Is she plotting a little comeuppance for our Lovely Lady Lydia? Only one way to find out – SUBSCRIBE!

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): Np lordjim, if you hadn’t posted I was going to. Looks like we’ve got fresh meat in the valley.

TheWorldofMartinAmis: very pretty girl, but always bummed when a new one turns out to be top. Call me old fashioned, I come to the Valley for slaves.

SUCKPUNTER: firecrotch

GOBgobGOB: brb too busy crankin it. milky gingerbread titties come to daddy

McLovin: @TheWorldofMartinAmis, Ivan always has at least one femdom around. Room for everybody in the valley

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: holy shit I know that guy.

SUCKPUNTER: lmfao faggots know faggots

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: no for real. His real name is Jules Marinelli. I worked with him one summer lifeguarding beaches for the park’s district. Our boss found his website where he sells his sex stuff, and it was this whole big thing. Found the kink club Entrance through that (check it out if you’re in my hood ever – huge, clean, not too much gay shit, great ladies of all stripes hanging around, but limits on drinking if you’re trying to access certain levels). He’s bi. He’s either secretly Domme Lux’s slave or Domme Lux is his slave and it’s mega on the DL because it’d hurt her career if it got out she could ‘verse. There’s all this gossip.

SUCKPUNTER: bi guys r fags

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): SUCKPUNTER – that’s strike one. lockstock – not deleting your post because from what I can see JDM doesn’t/isn’t acting in explicit scenes, but let’s cool it with doxxing info. Looks like he’s had an experience with that before, and as a small business owner myself, I know how it can suck. We aren’t gossiping high school girls. Settle back and enjoy what Ivan gives us.

GOBgobGOB: *sees dudes in the chat and stops jacking off*

LockSTOCK2FUCKINGBARRELS: NP mod, feel free to delete it later before it causes problems.

TheWorldofMartinAmis: going back to previous discussion – don’t think a breast job automatically constitutes body modification

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): think about it martinamis, it’s a slippery slope – you want to see some swollen battered fish get destroyed, or a fresh natural girl get destroyed?

SUCKPUNTER: i am not a faggot and a whore’s a whore and im here to see whores fucking destroyed

GOBgobGOB: *tony soprano voice* she was a HOOOOER

SUCKPUNTER: fag or cunt all whores get fucked

LordJim: Mod, step up. This isn’t going to get better. With all due respect

SUCKPUNTER: fag or cunt ALL WHORES GET FUCKED

DungeonMaster (MOD 2): yeah, already done. That should be the last of him. Don’t know why I expected that situation to turn out differently.

  FROM: lydias-verified@terrorproductions.com

TO: JulesDM86@gmail.com

Subject: Debrief – valley week

Jules,

As discussed, attached is current info for my old webmaster service from when I had to run my own fansite. Decent price and decent vendor system. Can only be an improvement on what you have now. That is not an insult, but I know it sounds like one. Stay with me.

[link] [link] [link]

And above, the top three most trafficked boards I’ve found following my own career and the rubber valley gang. We’ve caused quite a stir already and its only July 15th. I wouldn’t count on this causing an uptick in your business, but I think you know that. The standard gentleman at home spending twenty bucks a month for guaranteed links to a woman being fucked inside out while wearing a sensory deprivation hood simply doesn’t translate him to spending 100-200 dollars, contacting a seller, taking measurements, and going through the effort to order he and his special girly the hood itself. But I know you believe you’ve chosen your life the same way I believe I’ve chosen my life and won’t whine. I will say, if your ego is bruised, that your clothes are wonderful. They feel maybe half like death. I’ll wear them again and again.

On a funnier note: I have accounts myself on all the above message boards and post semi-regularly. It might amuse you to do the same thing, but you need to be careful regarding your identity. Feedback from viewers is never relevant, but it needs to be pure (don’t ask me why – my brains are fucked out). I won’t tell you who I am, and you won’t tell me who you are. Maybe we’ll find each other.

I wouldn’t tell your Cathy, since some sensitive (if inaccurate) information is flying around. Your instinct towards privacy, while cute and old fashioned, is an apt instinct. Looks like the good people of Chicago can’t keep their fucking mouths shut. Will you be able to find a straight job if your work now goes up like a dead dog’s gut? Don’t despair. Your nice long cock dropped so well down my throat while your Cathy beat my clit with the edge of your belt (nice touch – whose idea was that?) so while you might not get another chance to perch in a lifeguard’s throne, you might very well have a future in film. You’re vigorous, discrete, disciplined, clean, and a cutie-pie. Have your Cathy make some films of you alone or you two together. It’ll excite her, so you have no choice but to be excited yourself. You’re excited reading this. You believe you chose this.

Anyway – Cathy! Don’t be insulted on her behalf. I loved playing with you both. She’s kind and a lot of fun, which are virtues I still let myself appreciate in others. Let her know I appreciate how she let me use you. She’s a good girl and has a good future in store, especially with her personal valet running her life. Pick her outfits, pick her makeup, pick her clients, pick her laundry soap – is it already like that? I want to be buried alive, but you want to be buried in chores. Please dream big, Jules.

Rubber valley is where I have the most fun out of all the shoots I have in a year, but I really was lucky that you two showed up. Poor old Merrick Marvel (not even that old – colon cancer). But out with him and in with you. I enjoyed our river talk and I felt very safe in the car with you at the wheel, though I know I tormented you a little (but I’m pretty sure Cathy helped you out later with that – will you write back to me what she did to you, and if she let you come?) At one point you were with Ivan in the garage, and I tried to have a little talk with her about oblivion, but she either understood my point and got scared, or simply didn’t understand. It’s unfortunate, kind of soul-sucking, how our dominant “loved ones” transform into necessary evils. Adjust the tube. Grasp the handle. Move the thigh. Use the vocal cord to form the order. But what do they know? I never knew how to explain.

I’ve attached some personal pictures of me. I like knowing that you have them. I won’t contact you again except under strict business purposes, so let me sum up. Serve Cathy well. Don’t let her get bullied. Flourish creatively. Keep that belt. Fuck as often as your body commands you to fuck (if I suspect that sometimes your body is Cathy’s body by proxy, then this number will double, perhaps triple, but the choice is out of your hands because she owns your cock). You have a lot of growing up to do. Don’t despair. More to come.

We won’t see each other soon, but we’ll see each other again. Ciao! 

I expect improvements.

XOXOXOXOXOXOX

Lydia S