#so excited for the rest of the christmas campaign

[ladykailitha]

The Magic of Christmas 8/8

And here we are at the end. Now there will be a cute little New Year's Eve story that I'll put up on the 31st that is a sequel to this. I wanted to write the exhibit but the story was already bursting at the seams so it'll be a New Year's present for you all.

Also don't be an Argyle, it might seem cute at the time, but it's really not.

***

To say Eddie was nervous would be an understatement. Not only did he want Dustin and his friends to be happy about what Steve gave them, but he hoped that Steve would love what Eddie got him.

He got there early before Dustin and his friends arrived. They had all gone out ice skating before the party so Eddie could sneak in the wrapped canvasses.

He rang the doorbell, bouncing on his toes in excitement. Chrissy had to smack him twice before he looked calm enough.

Then all that went out the window when Steve answered the door. He wasn’t dressed in a suit or anything like that, but fuck Eddie thought he looked beautiful.

He was wearing a Star Wars Christmas sweater with the tightest of blue jeans. He had silly antlers on his head and his cheeks were rosy.

It took everything in Eddie’s will power not to just kiss him right then and there.

“You made it!” Steve greeted warmly. “Do you need help bringing in the gifts?”

Eddie nodded and they went out to get them, while Chrissy went to make herself comfortable with the hostess, Robin.

Steve grabbed the large piece and two of the smaller ones. Eddie grabbed the remaining two smaller pieces.

“You know,” Eddie said. “I don’t think I ever asked you who the purple dragon was going to be for. I assumed you, but that doesn’t seem right now that I think about it.”

Steve smiled. “You’ll get to meet her tonight,” he said with a fond smile. “She doesn’t really play D&D, but she’s inspired many a campaign and NPC. We call her El because that’s all she could remember of what her name was when the kids found her lost and alone in a forest. They’ve tried for years to find her real family but when she turned eighteen she asked them to stop. They were her real family.”

“Poor kid,” Eddie said. “I’m glad she found you guys.”

“She sweet,” he agreed. “And she will love your hair.”

Eddie ran his fingers through his long curls. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, “she’s been trying to grow hers out for years but something keeps cropping up and she has to cut again.”

“Oof!” Eddie said. “That’s horrible. Has she thought about getting extensions.”

Steve frowned. “What are extensions? I mean obviously the extend the hair, but how does that work?”

Eddie launched into the explanation about them and Steve was just so enthralled that he didn’t realize that Eddie and he had lingered under the mistletoe.

“Kiss!” Chrissy cried, pointing about their head.

Eddie and Steve looked up and then at each other. Steve held out the packages and Robin and Chrissy rushed forward to take them from both boys.

Eddie watched as Steve slowly cupped his cheek and leaned in. His breath caught in his chest as Steve’s eyelashes fluttered close. Eddie leaned the rest of the way in and pressed their lips together.

Fuck.

It was like everything that made Christmas special in a single fucking kiss. There was no going back after that.

“Wow,” Steve breathed. “That was even better than I imagined it would be.”

“You imagined it a lot?” Eddie asked, his heart beating a drum against his rib cage.

“Since August,” Steve admitted shyly.

Eddie chuckled and rubbed their noses together softly. “Since you hired me.”

Steve looked up at him in shock. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah, Stevie. Holy shit.”

Steve kissed him fiercely.

Eddie broke it off. “Shit! I left your present in the van!” He dashed off.

Steve laughed out loud, clear and bright. He turned to his audience. “I am in love with that idiot.”

The women all laughed too.

Claudia came up and gave him a huge hug. “You found yourself a good one, Steve. He’ll be good for you.”

Steve blushed deeply. “I know.”

Eddie came back in with rosy cheeks and breathless. In his hand was another neatly wrapped gift. He handed to Steve. “There you go, pretty boy. Just for you.”

“I have a present for you, too,” Steve said with a smile. “But we’ll have to wait until everyone gets here.”

Just then there was clatter behind them as said kids came bursting through the open front door.

Eddie turned to see four girls with the boys he had been acquainted with. The one was clearly Lucas’s sister. She had the same broad features and knowing eyes. One was a red head with a piercing gaze and a knowing smirk. Eddie could tell he was going to like her. A lot. The third girl was pretty sort of plump, her blonde hair in beautiful ringlets. The final girl was El. There was no doubt in his mind, this was the lost girl.

She had dark curly hair that brushed her shoulders and thousand yard stare. She looked like Wayne said he did sometimes. Lost and unsure of what to do.

Introductions were made and Eddie was right in all counts. He loved Max, the red head. El was the pretty girl with the dark curls, Erica was Lucas’s sister, and the last girl was Dustin’s long time girlfriend, Suzie.

Steve did a head count. “Where Jonathan and Nancy?” he asked Will.

“Getting Argyle from the airport,” Will said. “His flight had to make a stop in Salt Lake City because of a fuel issue, so he was late getting in.”

Suzie snorted. “No it didn’t.”

Everyone turned to her.

“He just didn’t want to tell anyone that he was picking up my sister, Eden so she could join us for Christmas.”

Steve blanched at the thought of another person for Christmas.

She touched his elbow. “I told Claudia a couple weeks ago, she made sure there was enough food and space.”

He relaxed. Claudia and Steve had made a deal, he would cook for Thanksgiving, if she did Christmas. So if she knew than everything was fine.

“Come gather around!” Steve yelled over the din. “Dinner is a light thoroughfare with lots of snacks and goodies. We’ll have a big breakfast tomorrow. Help yourselves, we’ll do presents when the remaining four get here!”

A cheer went up and everyone filed out.

Soon it was just Eddie and Steve in the hallway.

“Is my Christmas present you?” Eddie asked, getting his fingers underneath the sweater.

Steve jerked back.

“Ooh!” Eddie said with a grin. “Someone is ticklish.”

“No!” Steve squealed. “Absolutely not!” He tried to squirm out of Eddie’s grasp but Eddie was too fast for him.

They were laughing and giggling when the last of the guests arrived.

Eddie wasn’t sure what he was expecting when Suzie said her sister was coming. But it wasn’t the skinny Goth chick with the black hair and teardrop tattoo by her eye.

He had ruled out the other girl on the sheer fact she looked too much like Mike to be anything other Nancy.

Steve welcome them in but gave Argyle the stink eye which prompted Eden reading him the riot act for not telling people she was coming.

Argyle kept arguing that she was supposed to be a surprise for Suzie, but since Suzie already knew the argument fell apart.

There was hot chocolate and cider, eggnog of both the alcoholic and non-alcoholic varieties.

Food spread as far as the eye could see on the table but no one sat down to eat there, mostly they wandered in and out of the living room.

Finally it was time for presents and Steve was bouncing in the corner. Eddie slipped his hand into his.

“They’ll love it, sweetheart,” he murmured.

Steve let out a slow breath and nodded. He had gotten Max a Tony Hawk signed skateboard and Erica, the whole 5th edition D&D set so she could start her own campaigns when she started college next fall. She had taken a gap year, because her last year of high school had been so hard on her.

They hugged Steve tightly as thanks. And then it was time for the remaining five to open theirs.

“El, honey,” Steve said, “you open yours first. Then Dustin, Will, Lucas, and Mike. Don’t glare at me, Mike. You’re not last because you’re my least favorite. You’ll see.”

El opened hers. It was of the purple dragon. It’s human-like form pulsing near the heart.

“Steve,” she whispered. “It’s beautiful.”

Dustin unwrapped his wizard to stunned disbelief. “Steve...” he said, his voice wobbling with gratitude.

Will opened his punk rock rogue. “Oh wow.” He ran his fingers reverently over the surface. “Steve, it’s amazing.”

Mike noticed the pattern and looked up at Steve in shock. “No way.”

Lucas opened the ranger leaping into the air with his bow drawn. “Oh holy shit.”

Mike’s hands trembled as he stared down at the wrapped canvass. He looked up at Steve. “There’s no way it’s as awesome as everyone else’s.”

Steve came over and knelt in front of him. He took Mike’s head in his hands. “Of course it is. You are just as important to me as the rest, Mike. Okay?”

Mike’s lip quivered as he nodded. He pulled the wrapping off to reveal his paladin in shining gold armor. A beacon on harsh landscape. Tears dripped down his face as he pressed his hand over his mouth. He set the painting carefully to the side and launched himself at Steve, enveloping him with a huge hug.

“It’s perfect,” he whispered.

Steve hugged him back.

Suddenly there wasn’t a dry eye in the room. Finally they broke apart, both men wiping their eyes.

Dustin looked at the signature on his. “Is this an Eddie Munson original?!”

Like the universe did a record scratch, suddenly five heads all turn to Steve and Eddie.

Eddie waved his hand at them and Steve nearly burst on how cute it was.

“It’s even better than that,” Steve said with a grin. “El, stand in the middle. Lucas, Mike on the right, with Mike on the outside. Same for you and Will, Will on the outside. Hold up the paintings.”

He pulled out his phone and took a picture. “Now set them down and come over here.”

The five of them crowded around Steve and his phone.

They all gasped when they saw the full picture.

Steve was suddenly bombarded with hugs and thanks and kisses.

“I know next year you’ll all be going your separate ways and wanted to get you all something to tie you together for life,” he explained.

“That is wicked cool,” Max said.

“Yeah,” Erica agreed.

“I have one more present to give,” Eddie said and pulled out the remaining package and handed it to Steve.

Steve unwrapped and gasped. “It’s a yellow dragon!”

“And his knight friend having tea together,” Eddie explained. “I kinda based it on that old cartoon, The Reluctant Dragon, where the knight and dragon didn’t want to fight.”

“Eds,” Steve whispered. “I love it!” Then Robin was placing something in his hand.

Steve looked down at it and then nodded. “This is my gift to you.” He handed it to Eddie.

It was an envelope about the size of Christmas card and Eddie fought hard against the disappointment that burned in his gut. He had painted a yellow dragon for Steve, it would have been nice to get something more than a gift card.

He pulled it out and frowned when he realized it was an invitation.

“Newfield Museum of Fine Arts

You are cordially invited

to an art exhibit featuring the art

of

Eddie Munson

Dec 31st 8pm-1am

Fundraiser for the charity ‘Roll for Initiative’

starting at 4pm

Silent auction from 6-7pm”

It was Eddie’s turn to cry.

“You okay there, son?” Wayne asked, concerned when Eddie just stood there, tears streaming down his face.

Eddie nodded. He held out the invitation for Wayne to take. Wayne read it over and over.

“You do this, Steve?” he asked.

Steve nodded. “It was my plan for a while to do the fundraiser for the charity on New Year’s Eve, but after really getting to know Eddie, I knew that he deserved to be showcased too. So the exhibit came afterwards.”

Eddie kissed him fiercely on the lips. “This is the best Christmas present ever, baby.”

Steve blushed to the cheers from everyone.

This year was good, but next year was going to be even greater.

***

Well that's the end for now. Thank you so much for coming along with me on this wild ride. Merry Christmas!!

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[blainesebastian]

celebrating you

words: 1,654 ship: austin x female reader summary: @whoreforbrownies requested: fluffy reader celebrating austin's fragrance campaign. more details in posted q and a :) warnings: none notes: masterlist is here! tag list: @killerqueenfan, @austinbutlermischief, @stylespresleyhearted

You’ve always been someone who likes to celebrate—not just putting up Halloween or Christmas decoration months in advance or throwing surprise birthday parties, but by having this incredibly warm aura that makes sure to praise family, friends and your partner. Admittedly, that’s come with a few downfalls in the past—more often than not, you’re always looking after other people while no one looks after you. It’s not something done on purpose, you know that, yet you sometimes find yourself in this rut of being there for others that you forget to take care of yourself.

That changes with Austin.

He reminds you how good it feels to have someone take care of you, how it should be something necessary, a balance within your relationship. He celebrates you just as often as you celebrate him—there are moments that he’s completely taken you by surprise. Not because there’s some obligation of a holiday or a birthday, but because it’s a Thursday in the middle of the month and he wants to buy you flowers and your favorite latte.

So, in turn, it makes celebrating your boyfriend a lot more organic feeling. It’s not out of responsibility or requirement, but because both of you know the value of the other.

Lately there’s been so much to be excited about when it comes to Austin’s career—first Elvis and everything that it brought with it, Bikeriders wrapping up, Masters of the Air, and now a slightly different turn with this fragrance campaign. You couldn’t be happier for him, not only does it come with a photoshoot to highlight how beautiful Austin is, but an interview to also showcase that same beauty on the inside. It’s really what you love most about him, something that drew you in in the first place. Austin’s kind, thoughtful, considerate, and a hundred other things that make you feel warm from the inside out.

Pretty much why it’s a no-brainer to put together something special for him.

You decide one morning, right before Austin leaves for the day for a handful of different meetings, that you’re going to decorate the entire apartment. It’s gonna involve baking and dinner too but one step at a time. Your friend, Carly, comes over and helps, buying extra tape that she sets on the kitchen counter.

“All this for a fragrance campaign?” She asks, but she’s amused as her eyes rest on the multiple sets of streamers and balloons that still need to be put together and hung.

“Yes,” You grin excitedly, picking up a cup of coffee to take a sip. “It’s not just about the cologne, I’m just proud of him—it’s a new step in a different direction, you know?”

“I know,” Carly smirks, moving to grab the coffee pot to pour herself some more too, “You’re in love,” Her voice is warm and teasing, “I get it. I’d celebrate him too if he was my boyfriend.”

You smile, your stomach doing that flip-flopping thing that is often associated with Austin. You know exactly how lucky you are.

“So you’ll help me with streamers?” You smile prettily at her, purposely fluttering your eyelashes in a teasing plead.

“Yeah,” She laughs, tossing a package of tape at you. It lightly hits your chest and falls back onto the counter, “Wouldn’t want him to come home with you sprawled off a ladder. Not much to celebrate in the ER.”

You gather up all the supplies to take to the living room, “C’mon then, I don’t have a ton of time before he comes home.”

Regardless that it’s the morning and you do have until early nighttime, you want to make sure you give yourself enough hours to play with to bake red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese icing and chocolate chip cookies. Dinner will be simple enough—it’s the baking that needs timed dedication.

Standing on a small stool in your living room, you take the tape from Carly’s waiting fingers and reach up to put some of the streamers into place. You’re definitely not overdoing it, just enough to make the apartment look festive.

“So…just curious,” Carly starts and you get down off the stool and move it a bit to continue the streamer line…you already know that if she’s gonna start off a conversation like that, it’s going to be something. “If Austin asked you to marry him, would you?”

A laugh startles out of your chest because, “Carly, we’ve been dating for eight months.”

“So?” She crinkles her nose, handing you another piece of tape, “My aunt and uncle were together for six before he popped the question.”

The whole concept has your stomach erupting in butterflies. You’re not saying you haven’t thought about it, because how could you not? But still…feels like something that’s a long while away. You glance back down at your friend, trying to picture what it’d look like for Austin to come home and just—

“I’d say yes,” You reply, fixing another streamer. You can’t picture something different coming out of your mouth, but before Carly gets too wound up, “But we’re far from that being a thing.”

She grins anyways and you can’t help but smile, a fond eyeroll to follow as you set up streamer on the other side of the room so it matches. Then comes the balloons and the handmade sign that goes up a little crooked but…thought that counts, right?

“Do you think I overdid it?” You ask, looking around at the living room.

Carly shakes her head, “Nah, we went through one roll of tape…two rolls would have been overdoing it.” You smirk, bumping shoulders with her for a real answer, “No,” She replies again, “I think it’s just the right amount—he’s going to love it.”

That makes something warm and golden explode in your chest and…good, you really hope so. You thank her a few more times for coming over and promise to save her some cupcakes if there are any leftover, closing the front door after she’s left. You’re hoping it doesn’t take too long to finish things up for tonight.

--

Nothing is exactly going according to plan—and you already know it’s your fault because you’ve got this concept of what ‘perfect’ is supposed to look like tonight. You should really know this by now, it’s better to land on something ‘special’ rather than ‘perfect’. It’s fine—everything is going to work out, you’re determined. So what if the cheese you bought for the chicken parm has mold on it? You can just go with pasta instead. So what if your cupcake pan has mysteriously gone missing? You can make banana bread with chocolate chips in them (a personal favorite of Austin’s).

There’s no reason to freak out over this…your boyfriend is going to love whatever you’ve put together (it only took you three times to talk yourself down off that metaphorical ledge).

Luckily, nothing else throws you off balance. Though you do wish you’d been paying closer attention to Austin’s location because you hear the front door open as you’re taking the banana bread out of the oven. Quickly setting it down on a hot pad, you tug off your oven mitts, putting your arms up and out.

“Surprise!”

Austin’s eyes are bright with surprise, a soft laugh tumbling out of his mouth as he sees the put together dinner, the banana bread, the streamers and balloons just past the kitchen in the living room. He sets down a bouquet of flowers he’s picked up for you (just because).

“It’s uh, it’s not my birthday.” He says teasingly.

Rolling your eyes, you grin as you move to wrap your arms around his shoulders. Austin leans down to hug you back, squeezing, pressing his face into your hair to breathe you in,

“I know that,” You huff playfully, shaking your head, “Just wanted to do something nice for you.”

You pull back out of the hug a little bit, Austin’s arms still around your waist. He presses a kiss to your lips, your hand lingering on his cheek. Your stomach does that familiar fluttering that you’ve easily associated with being around him, running your thumb along his lower lip.

“For the fragrance campaign?” You offer, as if it’s obvious.

Then his face kinda does that handsome thing where he flushes, his cheeks kissing pink. Apparently it wasn’t so obvious and he’s genuinely surprised. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

You crinkle your nose, taking a look at the decorations, the dinner, the dessert—feels fairly apparent to you because what better way to celebrate him? This is actually pretty low caliber compared to what you could have done but…the key was really not to overdo it.

“Are you saying you don’t want the banana bread?” You ask, taking a playful step back from him, “Because I’ve been known to eat an entire loaf in bed before, so—”

You act like you’re about to reach for the pan but Austin doesn’t let you get very far, lifting you up and gracefully setting you down on the kitchen counter. A soft laugh leaves your lips, your arms resting on his shoulders as he takes a step forward and settles between your legs. One of your favorite positions with him because you’re nearly eye level now.

“I mean, there’s chocolate chips,” You grin, “I really don’t need to share any part of it with you—”

He cuts you off with a kiss, his hand moving to cup your cheek. You lean into it, can’t help it, would gladly fumble off the kitchen counter if it meant keeping your lips locked. Eventually though, oxygen wins out. He presses another kiss to the corner of your mouth, pulling back a little,

“Thank you,” He whispers.

You hum a soft reply, wrapping your fingers in his shirt and tugging him forward—definitely worth celebrating with another kiss.

[meetinginsamarra]

Fanfics I really liked in December 2023

So. Since I keep a list of what I´ve read anyway (there´s always a list), I will rec all the fics I´ve wholly enjoyed on a monthly basis. Old and new, canon or AU, big or small authors, long or short but nearly always Johnlock (-ish).

Inscrutable to the Last by DiscordantWords @discordantwords

When a series of bombings in London ensues and John learns that Sherlock is not only alive but also back, at first he draws the wrong conclusions. A great alternative version of how it could have gone after the hiatus.

The secret patient by PlainJane

WWII, the Italian campaign. Dr. John Watson is left behind at a lonely chapel with a mysterious patient who cannot be evacuated with the rest of the field hospital, due to his injuries. Inspired by "The English Patient".

The Way Home by Calais_Reno@calaisreno

It's Christmas Eve, and Sherlock's landlord has evicted him. He's left with only one alternative: go home. Spend Christmas with his family. On the train, he meets someone who might just be having an even worse holiday. One immediately has to hug this insecure Sherlock and lovely John.

Cold Inside by LoloLolly @amyreadsandstresses

Sherlock has just shot Magnussen, is in prison the isolation eats away at his sanity. John feels adrift and wants to help. Mycroft is equally untethered, scrambling for options. Perhaps they can manage to save Sherlock and rid themselves of Mary in one fell swoop. Lovely S3 fix-it with hurt/comfort.

Hard Rain by writerfan2013

After the Fall. Sherlock and John are apart, but each encounter the same mysterious organization. Sherlock is undercover and John gets abducted but in the end they reunite and solve the case. Really suspenseful casefic.

Adler’s by Elianara

John meets Sherlock while the detective is working undercover in Ms Adler’s establishment. John ends up getting a different sort of excitement than he came for. A fun different first meeting.

[fluffansmut-old]

In front of the dungeon masters throne.

December 14th- infront of the dungeon masters throne

12 fics of Christmas - masterlist.

Summary: Eddie´s gives you an early christmasgift after hellfire one night.

Content warnings: Smut 18+, Oral, fingering, sextoy use, praise kink, Dom/sub undertones, honorifics (master),teasing, edging, aftercare.

Word count: 3342

Fic is also posted on ao3

Eddie had been scribbling on this little piece of paper for days.

Usually he wanted to tell you all about his campaigns as he created them, but this time the book slammed close as soon as you entered the room.

“Why so secretive?” You asked, as he folded the paper up and sat on it.

“You’ll see sweetheart, soon enough” he murmured in response.

Is this a christmas gift?” you asked, now more interested than ever. “one I might get in advance?”

“ You'll see, soon enough” he just said again.

When your shift ended you put your jacket on and put your hands in the pocket,trying to find your mittens, you found a note.

You knew Eddie had something planned, but not knowing what that something was, made it tingle inside of you with excitement.

Your mind bubbled with excitement as you made your way through town toward the high school and Eddie.

Why the drama room?

What game?

What did he have in mind?

You were a bit early so you snuck in as quietly as you could, hearing your boyfriend in  full on dungeon-master-mode telling the group how they indeed had succeeded and slayed the monster.

“You present the head of the beast to the king, forcing him to hold his end of the bargain letting the villagers go, giving them their freedom as the most welcome yuletide gift, all thanks to you” Eddie tells as the party cheers, applauds and high fives.

The room was chatty and buzzing with excitement, and in the middle of it all there was Eddie, on his throne, looking so incredibly proud of this party.

He was gorgeous, in a totally effortless way, his hair was tousled up from moving around, telling the plot with his entire body. The smile was huge, he was always like this after hellfire, it was like the endorphins it gave him all immediately went to his face, making him look so unbelievably happy. His tattooed arms were holding up his body as he leaned over the table, giving fist bumps and high fives to his friends. But in this light they looked different, the way his hand gripped the side of the table made you feel something. That excited tingle that you had felt before came back, as you imagined Eddie's hands, doing other things, elsewhere.

Eddie's smile grew impossibly wider when he saw you enter the room.

“Hello Honey!” he called out, which made you shy, because suddenly a whole bunch of heads turned to face you. You liked Eddie's friends, heck you considered most of them your friends as well but, just in this environment, you felt like the intruder, no matter how welcome they all tried to make you feel.

“Cmere, sweetheart” Eddie said and sat down on his throne properly once again. You made your way over, greeting all the boys like you usually would.

Eddie pulled you onto his lap pretty much as soon as you were within reach.

“Hiya baby” he muttered into your ear as he rested his face on your shoulder.

“I’ve missed you” you said, relaxing into him, grabbing the hand that he had round your middle, fiddling a little with his rings.

“Feeling okay?” he asked, tilting your head towards his. The brown eyes looked at you with so much concern, lust and love that it was almost impossible to meet them and not burst into tears with how incredibly seen you felt.

“Yeah, I am, “ you said,  “Just a bit tired from thinking so much, and also I’m a bit um… needy... for you.”

The last part was whispered. You watched as a glimmer of pride showed itself in the soft eyes of Eddie Munson, as he shifted you slightly closer to himself.  

“Good girl for expressing how you feel baby” Eddie praised, knowing it was something that you sometimes had a hard time with. “I´ve got plans for us, don´t you worry”

His praise always created this warmth in the pit of your stomach, it was like it blanketed you in this safeness that made you want more of Eddie. You moved your head closer to his, connecting your lips. He was not late to lean into the kiss, the arms that held you in place pulled you closer towards him and his tongue met yours.

That’s when you hear the oh so familiar,

“Cmon guys,” from Mike Wheeler, who watched you, looking slightly disgusted.

“Want something Wheeler?” Eddie said with a grin on his face.

“You wanna get a room or wait til you're home or something?”  He asked, hands now on his hips.

“No can do, right here right now works perfectly fine,” Eddie responded, the gleam of mischief in his eyes shining bright. “ or what do you say sweetheart?”

You put your finger to your chin,”thinking” about it.

“It does indeed” you said and started trailing kisses down Eddie’s neck.

“Oh for fucks sake” Mike said with an eye roll.

“I’m not sure why you bother anymore” Dustin said to him, already so used to you and Eddie and the constant PDA.

“Cmon Mike, we better get going, wasn’t Nancy supposed to be here by now?” Will said, him and Lucas already packed up and ready to go.

The younger ones left after Will’s reminder, knowing that Nancy never waited for them for long.

“Hey Eddie?” Gareth said as you decorated Eddie's neck with hickies.

“Yeah?” He replied, not really taking his eyes off you.

“You’re coming to Steve’s party right?” Gareth asked.

“Yeah, aren’t you?”

Gareth scratched the back of his head.

“”Yeah, but we don’t really have a ride.”

“We’ll take you” you said “ I’m driving anyways.”

You knew that Gareth and Jeff was still a little uneasy about the whole Steve-Harrington-actually-being-a-good-person deal, so you and Eddie did your best to make them feel as comfortable as they possibly could.

“Thanks, we appreciate it,” Jeff said as he grabbed his bag.

Gareth was about to say something else, of less importance when Eddie interrupted him with a,

“Gareth, it’s time to go”

The blond boy, looking like he just was smacked up the head for not understanding, was suddenly in a rush.

“We’re going.”

The gang of older students were on their way out when he stuck his head in once again, sing-songing a “haaave fuuun'' before Eddie gave him the finger and he shut the door.

You turned towards Eddie, now slightly panicky.

“Does he know?”

You weren’t sure if you meant what Eddie had planned or about the fact that you were needy for him.

Eddie calmed all your worries instantly.

He propped you up on the table in front of him, right where the DM-screen had been just minutes ago. He stood between your thighs. He had one arm around your waist and one hand tilted your face up to meet this eyes.

“He knows nothing, he might suspect a whole lot but he knows nothing.” Eddie reassured.

“Now baby, do you remember that I told you that there might be a gift in store for you before Christmas?”  You nodded. “I’m gonna give it to you, right here, right now.”

As he told you the news, he ran a hand up your inner thigh, coming closer and closer to your core.

“Here?” you asked wide eyed, “Right now?”

“Yes, now I want it to be a surprise, so I´m not gonna explain too much, but this is a no pressure situation, you call safeword and I stop, like usual. You´re here with me and you´re totally safe okay?”

The idea of the sexy secret already had you dripping down your thighs with excitement but you couldn’t really shake the thought of the hellfire club members who were there just mere minutes ago.

“Can we lock the d00r?” You asked looking up at Eddie.

“Of course, If that makes you feel better then we can absolutely do that.” Eddie said. “you wanna do it? I've got something to unpack.”

When you returned to the table Eddie was sitting on his throne again. He stood you infront of him and reached up the dress you had on, hooking his fingers into your panties, pulling them down, leaving you in the dress and the thigh high stockings you had on.

“Won´t be needing these now will we?” he said to you and smirked.

He grabbed you by the waist and helped you onto the table once again, the top of it now feeling a lot colder against your bare ass.

“Now baby, do you remember what my note to you said?” Eddie asked.

You tried your hardest to remember what it had said.

“Something about Hellfire ending and our game beginning?” you said hoping that you remembered correctly.

“Exactly, that's right.” Eddie said, placing a hand on your knee. “Now If this is a game, then who am I, sitting here?”

You knew what he was after, and you would lie if you said that it didn’t make you tingle.

“You’re the master” You said, looking at Eddie, feeling lust fill you up completely.

“That I am, ” Eddie said, smirking at you. “Now can I expect you to behave?”

“Yes master” you said obediently, looking at him, feeling even needier for him than before.

“Thats my good girl.” Eddie praised.

He plucked something from his front pocket, something that you soon recognised as a D20.

“This little thing will decide your fate tonight my lady.” Eddie explained holding it up in front of you. “Now listen carefully, cause I'll only explain it once, this has 20 sides right?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him, of course you knew that it had 20 sides.

“yes master” you said, urging him to explain further.

“now if you roll this and it lands somewhere between one and four, I´ll finger you.” Eddie explained. Your eyes widened at his words, this game just got interesting.

“If it's between four and eight, I´ll eat you out.” he continued, twirling the dice around in his hands. “Now between eight and twelve it gets interesting, cause then this little thing is brought into play” Edddie said and held up a thinner dildo from your collection.

You felt yourself getting more hot and bothered just at the sight of it, wanting him to use it right now. But at the same time you were filled with anticipation for what was to come next.

“What about 12 to 16?” you asked, and Eddie just smirked as a response.

“Glad you asked baby,” he said, digging around in the bag that he had brought. “ 12 to 16 means this ole´ favourite”

Eddie held up your trusted magic wand vibrator and he chuckled at the gleam that appeared in your eye as you saw it.

“I know you like that one, but this one, which is 16 to 19 if you didn't figure that out yourself, is a new one.” Eddie handed you a wrapped up present.

Inside was a rabbit vibrator.

The sight of it made your stomach drop like when you're on a rollercoaster, all the potential it had was almost overwhelming. You were almost too excited.

“Oh my god Eddie, this, this looks amazing” you said, but then you realised what he had said.

“16 to 19, what about 20?”

“We’ll that my dear is the fun of it, the 20th is the orgasm. If you do not roll a 20 then I’m sorry but you won’t cum tonight.”

Your jaw dropped at his words.

“So you’re really telling me that I might not cum tonight?” You said.

“That’s the game, but hey,” he said, giving the dice a quick kiss before placing it in the palm of your hand. “I have a feeling you’re gonna be lucky tonight, now lay back sweetheart, and roll for me”

The first roll was a 7.

Eddie wasted no time, diving right in. His tongue flicking over your clit  repeatedly as his hands held your thighs apart. His grip on your thigh made you wonder if the marks from the rings he wore would be there for days, but the magic he worked with his mouth made it all forgivable.

“fuck baby, you always taste so gooddamn good” he moaned. You resisted the urge to shove his head right back to where it previously had been. You felt the pleasure build inside of you, in the way your toes curled and your hips buckled up against him. Eddie continued to tease you with his tongue until suddenly, he stopped.

The moan that you were about the let out was caught in in your throat, and for the first time since laying back you raised your head and looked at the man inbetween your thighs.

“time for another roll? or what do you think baby?” he asked.

“God yes” you said, desperate for the pleasure that you felt to continue.

Eddies hand came down hard on your inner thigh, making you jump slightly for the surprise.

“Yes who?” he asked, now rubbing forgivingly on the small mark that he left.

“Yes master” you responded.

The next roll was a 14, and you swore that you could have orgasmed from the sound of the vibrator alone.

Eddie flicked it on to a rather low setting, but still you felt the pulsating response it the sound between your thighs.

“Now do you want this, sweetheart?” you asked as Eddie ran vibrator up and down your inner thighs.

“Yes master,” you said, almost panting already.

“Then I would beg a little more for it” he said, gracing it past your clit for half a second before continuing down your thigh again.

“Please, please please Master” you begged, trying to wiggling a little closer to him.

“Please what?” he asked, his eyes glimmering as he watched you grow desperate under his care, he did love to tease. “What do you want baby?”

“The vibrator” you breathed out, almost instantly.

“Yeah baby, I figured, but where sweet thing?” he said, now removing it from your body completely.

You felt a bit embarrassed, having to say it, because obviously he knew goddamn well you wanted it.

“Uhm, I want it.. on my clit master”  you breathed out, “please”

“arent you the best girl, doing what your asked” Eddie praised as he pressed the vibrator to your clit.

The vibrations went through you like chockwaves. Everything tensed up and came to life in a different way when you had the vibrator against you.

Eddie watched your every reaction with gleaming eyes, he absolutely adored to watch you come undone before him, all whilst knowing that you felt safe enough with him it let him hold the reins and be in control.

Just as you felt your core tighten from the vibrations, Eddie switched them off, leaving you, panting, whining.

“awh, sorry sweetheart, were you in the middle of something?” Eddie said with a grin plastered across his face.

“urgh yes I was.” you muttered, as you still felt the plusations running through your core, making you clench and move around a little.

“Well well would you look at that,” Eddie said, “my poor babys so worked up that shes clenching round nothing now, roll the dice sweetheart and see if we can do something about that”

The roll was a good one, landing on an 18.

You almost cried tears of joy as Eddie worked the vibrator into you with ease.

“There we go,” He said, looking at how it slid into you with no hiccups what so ever. “Always so good for me, always taking whatever I give you so goddamn well.”

You actually started to leak tears as the rabbit filled your hole whilst at a steady pace graced your clit with its glorious vibrations.

“are you getting close?” Eddie asked as he noticed the tell tale signs, the muscles in your thighs clenching, the moans and whimpers coming from your mouths, the way you clenched around the rabbit, your body automatically trying to draw it in.

“uh, yes master” you moaned.

“Well do you wanna risk trying to roll for orgasm?” Eddie asked, and you didnt think long about it.

“Yes, please”

“Well mannered” Eddie murmured as he put the dice in your outstretched hand.

it landed on a 4.  A goddamn 4.

“I´m sorry sweetheart, but my fingers will have to do.” Eddie said, removing the rabbit that had previously been filling you up.

“Ugh, no please” You pleaded.

Eddie cleared his throat and stuck two fingers into you, applying pressure to your g-spot instantly.

“Excuse me, but what was that? Are my hands suddenly not good enough for you, princess?” he asked.

Your breath hitched in your throat, you hadn’t meant to say it.

“No, not at all.” you quickly said. “I’ll take whatever master gives me”

“That´s what I though” Eddie said, and continued to work his hands on you, one hand sliding effortlessly in and out of you, the other rubbing your clit quite vigrously.

“I want you to fuck me master,” you moaned after a while.

Eddie thought about it for a moment, cause this wasnt in his original plans.

“What if we do this, you roll one time, if its above 12, then I´ll fuck you, but you still need a 20 to cum okay?” He suggested.

You desperate after being edged for ages nodded and grabbed after the dice.

You closed your eyes rolling it, only opening them when you heard Eddie say, “You are one lucky fucker, aren’t you?”

You opened your eyes to a nat 20. it felt slightly unbelievable so you turned to look at Eddie, who already was wiggling out of his pants.

“Come here baby, lets get you there, we both know you deserve it”

You straddled him on the throne, sinking onto him with a satisfied sigh.

“There we go” Eddie said, you moved slightly whilst still clinging onto him, kissing up his neck. “You always were a slut for close contact, werent you princess?”

You moaned in response, unable to do much more, cause of how close you were.

“Now take what you need baby, chase that orgasm and I’ll take care of you, I’ve got you sweetheart”

You came not long after that, feeling the euphoria wash over you like a tide wave.

“Master,” you moaned, head on his shoulder, feeling slightly fuzzy and complete.

“Baby, look at me please” he asked, voice soft and caring.

You did as asked looking up at him with halfopened eyes.

“Tired?” He asked, you nodded.

“I understand that sweetheart, you were such a good girl, you took everything so well” Eddie praise, whilst pressing kisses to your forehead.

“Now how do you feel, are you sore?” He asked after holding you close to his chest for a moment. “I know I gripped and popped your thighs pretty hard there before, does anything hurt sweetheart?”

“I´m a bit sore, but it’ll be okay soon enough,” you said, thinking about your slight aching cunt which was still streched around Eddies softening cock. “My thighs hurt a bit, but not to bad.

You pouted a bit and Eddie was quick to kiss it.

“I´m sorry baby, how about we clean you up temporarily, then we´ll stop at a burgershack on the way home, and then we can watch a christmasfilm whilst we eat it, and a bath maybe? If you want one?” Eddie suggested.

“That sounds very nice.” you said, nuzzling your face into the crook of Eddies neck.

“Do you want to clean up now, or do you want to cuddle some more?” Eddie asked, his arms wrapped around you, drawing shapes on your back.

“Cuddle just for two minutes more? you asked.

Eddie nodded and kissed the top of your head.

“of course sweetheart”

[jmdbjk]

Bangtan Weekly Report

Been a while. How are ya? We got a lot of shit going on and it has not been easy keeping up. I'll be glad when they are back together in 2025 so we can rest. Lol. Just kidding... I guess.

In a few hours we get Golden. I am excited to hear what Jungkook's chosen for his first album. I am excited to hear him explore these genres of songs. I am sure he's learned a lot during this process just as all the others have. He did a pre-release "press conference" and here is Dispatch's video of it: Watch Kookie's interview here.

He was very poised and articulate... dare I say "mature"? He is doing well. I'm very proud of Jungkook. He and his dance team are very excited to show us what they've created. I'm sure it will be amazing.

He mentioned a future Korean song as a gift? Don't tell me he means his gift to us before he leaves for MS...

😭

Taemin with Jimin special appearance on Suchwita. Finally watched. The dynamic between Jimin and Taemin and Jimin and Yoongi was fascinating.

I don't know a lot about Taemin. Of course I've seen he and Jimin's performance from a while back. Taemin is a great performer. He seems like a very sincere person.

Jimin's Dior campaign.

So lovely that we finally get to see him in motion. Ever since Hobi's LV campaign with the bags, I've been wanting to see Dior or Tiffany take advantage of Jimin's fluid motion and FINALLY they woke up and showed him moving. Not a fan of the oversized knit vests but those suits are wonderful.

Namjoon... Mr. Black Void for an IG pfp... showing us some images from his trip to London.

Fun fact: That Kodak Portra 400 35mm film is anywhere from $15-$25 per roll of film... then you have to pay to have it developed.

His hair is dark in the image... not taken while he was in London... but when? Japan? That sand looks black. Ibusuki Beach? Except for that ship out there... hmmm.

His documentary will be coming down the line at some point, it will be jam-packed with his meanderings from these past two years. Maybe we'll find out where he's been.

The BTS documentary will be out in December. Our Christmas present. I'm looking forward to it. There will be new footage in it.

Tae channeling him some Elvis for Celine is interesting. I suppose this is from an upcoming campaign or magazine spread.

And this was shared with us.

Jung Hoseok achieving his Corporal promotion ahead of time which I think means he would have three bars on his shirt pocket instead of the two as in this photo from his IG.

Less than a year left until Hobi's discharged and 7.5 months left before Jin is discharged.

It was the anniversary of The Astronaut this week. Can't believe this year just flew by. The reluctance to wish time to fly by but at the same time wanting it to slow down in order to live in the moment...we were so worried this time last year. We are making it through this ya'll. We are getting there.

Samsung campaign giving us Yoongi in tan pants. Doing god's work if you ask me:

Xylitol also keeping the Bangtan flame lit ...

How come Jimin and Jungkook are the only ones with their left hands in their pockets? Jikook always jikooking. You are me I am you is strong with them.

[familyvideostevie]

𝟭𝟮 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀: 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝘄𝗼

day two: mistletoe with eddie | domestic fluff, 1k 12 days of christmas masterlist

The insulation in the trailer isn't nearly well-done enough so you spend a lot of December huddled under the blankets with Eddie in his bedroom when you're both off work. Some days you read to yourselves or sometimes out loud to each other, others you watch him work on a campaign or listen to him practice his guitar. This week you've been baking lots of Christmas cookies and other warm things for Wayne to take to work at night as the days get shorter and the holidays press in on you. 

It's your first Christmas with Eddie and you're excited to love him through this part of the year. Everyone deserves a little extra love during the holidays, and Eddie Munson is no exception, even if he wasn't your boyfriend. And your plan is to practically smother him in it -- which he seems totally game for and very eager to reciprocate. 

Tonight you're going for a walk around the trailer park to look at the holiday lights. People really went all out this year -- you've seen two blow up raindeer and one giant menorah -- and you love walking hand in hand with him in the dark as he swings your joined fingers between you, humming a Christmas song you played on the radio earlier. Your breaths puff out in front of you as you round the corner and see his trailer just down the street, it's own beacon of light. 

"What are we gonna do for the rest of the night?" you ask him as he keeps humming. His cheeks are pink and his ears are even pinker. You frown a little, remembering that his hat is on your head because you forgot one today. 

"Maybe a movie? It's your pick if you wanna do that," he says. "But we can't do White Christmas without Wayne."

"It's a little cold," you say slowly, letting him know you're about to be cheeky. "Maybe I could do with some warming up." You bump shoulders with him at your tease and he laughs, the sound bright and wonderful in the otherwise quiet night air.

"Are you flirting with me?" he asks. You pretend to think about it as you reach the Munson trailer. The lights you two put up this week look great and you smile as you take them in. 

"I might be," you tell him. "So what if I am?" Eddie pulls you to the bottom step but doesn't walk up them. You look at him with confusion, at his warm brown eyes and his long lashes, his cloud of hair that should be under a hat. He's so pretty and he's yours. 

"Then I think you better go all the way," he says. You're about to ask him what on earth he's talking about when he reaches into his back pocket and produces a slightly crushed sprig of what seems to be mistletoe. 

You laugh. "Eddie," you say, his name soft in your mouth. "How long have you been carrying that around?" He shrugs and grins at you as he holds up the sprig so it's hanging between you. The movement pulls up his layers a little bit and you see a sliver of his stomach. You fight the urge to press your cold hand there to make him yelp. 

"Gotta follow the rules, sweetheart," he says softly. "Guess you gotta kiss me." He looks so smug you almost refuse just out of principle. But when it comes to Eddie you always seem to give in. 

"Oh, what a tragedy," you say before you pull on his coat and press your lips together a little too hard, teeth clacking. He laughs before he pulls back and adjusts, his nose rubbing against yours as he kisses you at a better angle. This kiss is more earnest, the kind he gives you when he hasn't seen you all day, when you tell him you're sad, when he really wants you to know he loves you. He eases into your mouth, licking his way inside languidly, like he has all the time in the world. He shifts and realize he dropped the mistletoe when you feel his cold hand on your cheek, the metal of his rings pressing into your skin as his ring finger settles on your pulse point. 

You pull away just a hair and Eddie trails his lips across your cheek to nibble at your jawline. 

"If we keep this up much longer someone is gonna yell at us for public indecency," you say, voice a little hoarse. 

"Let 'em," he says into your skin. "I'd love to see Hopper come out here to find us playing tonsil hockey." You bark out a surprised laugh. 

"Eddie!" He snickers. "Or, we can go inside and warm up. No public indecency necessary." You shove his shoulders just a little and he pulls away fully with a put-upon sigh. 

"Fine," he sighs, digging in his pockets for his key even though his pupils are a little too blown. While he unlocks the door you scoop up the sprig of mistletoe from the steps. "What're you doing that for?" he asks you as he unlocks the door. "S'just a weed."

"I'm gonna save it," you tell him, a little embarrassed. "Press it in my journal." Eddie looks at you so fondly you think you might melt right there in his front yard. "Don't laugh at me!"

"I'm not laughing, sweetheart," he says. He holds the door open for you and you make to go inside but he gently grabs your waist at the threshold. "You're just the cutest thing I've ever seen." You tuck your chin into your chest but he taps it with his knuckle. "You just had your tongue in my mouth and you're embarrassed about this?" He leans in to kiss your cheek and it makes a loud smacking noise. "Christ, I love you."

You roll your eyes at his antics. "Can we go inside now?" you ask him. You plan to show him just how much you love him, even if he's teasing you. And you're not about to do that on the porch. 

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[tmarshconnors]

"If I were the Devil"

Paul Harvey, the famous radio commentator, delivered "If I Were the Devil" in 1965. The piece is a reflection on how society could be led astray by moral decay and cultural deterioration. Harvey's hypothetical scenario outlines a plan the devil might undertake to lead humanity away from virtue.

"If I were the Devil"

If I were the Devil, I wouldn’t be happy until I had seized the ripest apple on the tree Thee.

So, I’d set about however necessary to take over the United States. I’d subvert the churches first. I’d begin with a campaign of whispers. With the wisdom of a serpent, I would whisper to you as I whispered to Eve: "Do as you please."

To the young, I would whisper, "The Bible is a myth." I would convince them that man created God instead of the other way around. I would confide that what is bad is good, and what is good is "square."

And the old, I would teach to pray after me: "Our Father, which art in Washington..."

And then I’d get organised. I’d educate authors in how to make lurid literature exciting, so that anything else would appear dull and uninteresting. I’d threaten TV with dirtier movies, and vice versa. I’d peddle narcotics to whom I could. I’d sell alcohol to ladies and gentlemen of distinction. I’d tranquillise the rest with pills.

If I were the Devil, I’d soon have families at war with themselves, churches at war with themselves, and nations at war with themselves until each, in its turn, was consumed. And with promises of higher ratings, I’d have mesmerizing media fanning the flames.

If I were the Devil, I would encourage schools to refine young intellects but neglect to discipline emotions—just let those run wild. Until before you knew it, you’d have to have drug-sniffing dogs and metal detectors at every schoolhouse door.

Within a decade, I’d have prisons overflowing. I’d have judges promoting pornography. Soon I could evict God from the courthouse, then from the schoolhouse, and then from the houses of Congress. And in His own churches, I would substitute psychology for religion and deify science. I would lure priests and pastors into misusing boys and girls, and church money.

If I were the Devil, I’d make the symbol of Easter an egg and the symbol of Christmas a bottle.

If I were the Devil, I would take from those who have and give to those who wanted until I had killed the incentive of the ambitious.

And what’ll you bet I couldn’t get whole states to promote gambling as the way to get rich?

I would caution against extremes in hard work, in patriotism, in moral conduct.

I would convince the young that marriage is old-fashioned, that swinging is more fun, that what you see on TV is the way to be. And thus I could undress you in public, and I could lure you into bed with diseases for which there is no cure.

In other words, if I were the Devil, I’d just keep right on doing what he’s doing.

[86-babyy]

Santa, Baby

Eddie’s not a big fan of the holidays, you decide to lift his Christmas spirit. A no plot, absolutely filth of a Christmas fic.

Warnings as follows: Eddie!FemReader, Dirty Talk, P in V (unprotected), Slight bondage, Oral receiving (Female), Strong Eddie, Teasing and just complete filth.

Enjoy baby’s! 😘 Merry early Christmas.

It was the unmissable jingle that rang like a constant reminder, the easy to pick melody that was unmistakable as it bellowed through, the to cheerful music mixing with the crowded screams of adolescent kids and seemingly making the tune sound even more intolerable.

It was Christmas time and the small town of Hawkins was no longer quiet and reserved, it was the same every year. The streets lined with blearing bulbs of green and red, twisted and hung on every pole and shop front, parents over stuffing the back of their wagons with decorations and trinkets, hoping that if they moved the oversized candy cane that the half a dozen nutcrackers would seemingly fit, it was chaotic.

It wasn’t like Eddie hated Christmas, just the music. It started as early as November and was on a continuous loop until Christmas and it somehow made the school days even more unbearable.

Eddie were sprawled out along his bed, nestled between the array of pillows, nose deep in the latest magazine he had found beneath a stack of campaign notes upon arriving, by passing the obvious fact you weren’t here but he had figured you wouldn’t be to far behind— Caught up on homework, no doubt.

The dull hum of what sounded like chimes and dare he say bells strung the tune just below audible but sadly unmistakable as Eddie scanned the room around him, it was definitely there, he could hear it plain as day now, smacking him straight in the face.

Santa, baby, just slip a sable under the tree for me…

It made Eddie cringe. The shot through the nerves, grind your teeth kind of cringe and as the music drifted louder Eddie found himself curling in even more. People are seriously playing Christmas carols at this time of night? Eddie threw the magazine, colliding somewhere between his dresser and a pile of clothes, it was long past dark and though Eddie knew people were generally excited for the upcoming holiday, what he couldn’t spin his head around was the fact that someone would play it this late.

Been an awful good girl. Santa, baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight…

You knew how much Eddie wasn’t as fond of Christmas as other people, he wasn’t rude with it, never dragged his feet when you cascaded him around town to look at the displays people had done to their house or rolled his eyes when you decorated his bed frame with little rainbow lights, he even went as far as going Christmas shopping with you— Throwing out ideas with general interest.

So when you stopped into the mall on your way home and saw the red decorated set, white lace trimmed the edges of the underwear and cups of the bra, finished with a small tinkered bell clasped in the centre of the bodice— You had thought, maybe, there was a way you could lift his Christmas spirit.

That’s how you ended up sprinting back to his place before he came home, slipping into the barely there lingerie set, thigh high black stockings, your cheeks on full display from the little material covering the sparse of your ass, your tits pushed dramatically up your chest in an almost over spill of cleavage and hiding in the bathroom. Maybe, the music was a little far fetched, considering his resentment against the cheery songs but you couldn’t help yourself— It was fitting.

Santa, baby, a 54 convertible too, light blue. I’ll wait up for you dear…

You swayed into the doorway, arm perched against the frame as you rested the other on your hip— Leaning your weight onto one leg to emphasise the dip of your hip.

You would have laughed at Eddie’s expression if he wasn’t completely zoned out, his eyes wide, blown in perplexity and mouth barely hinged to his jaw, you could have sworn to see drool form in the corners of his mouth— Sat on the edge of his bed, arms mid raised in what you would have guessed to be annoyance.

Think of all the fun I’ve missed, think of all the fellas I haven’t kissed. Next year I could be just as good…

The lyrics mimicked the movement of your lips, syncing the words as you sauntered your way towards Eddie, your feet pointed on tip toes, you twisted in his lap. Slipping your backside down the front of his body, your ass falling into the dip of his parted thighs as your pressed your back to his chest— Head falling backwards to rest in the curve of his shoulder.

Heavy hands came to rest around your waist, the unmissable need digging into the soft of your hips as desperate fingers mark crescent shapes from dull fingernails drawing your ass to grind against the ever present hard on growing beneath you.

Lips connect to the open of your throat, teeth grazes the sensitive exposure of your jugular and pinches, his tongue swirling in motion as he sucks the soft of skin bleeding desperation from his mouth and stains your flesh. It’s ungodly and possessive the groan that vibrates from his chest, radiates and tracks goosebumps across your skin as he clampers harder onto your throat.

You’re trying your best. Keeping steady with your weight as your palms grip Eddie’s thighs, knees softening under the pressure as you helplessly grind your ass along with Eddie’s guidance— The thin material doing no favours in holding the growing arousal that left the front of the lace damp.

Eddie releases with a loud pop, your skin flushed in waves of pain from the purple markings already forming before you’re thrown backwards. Eddie twists you in his lap within seconds, hoisting you up and pinning you underneath him, the mattress bends at the pressure, your hands clasped in a firm hold above your head. Eddie’s knee is slipped between your thighs, the rough denim material rubs dangerously against your pussy with every subtle move.

“Well, look at you, baby.”

It’s salacious the way he speaks, each word drawn and low, gravely from his chest and it has your stomach in knots. He’s eyes are roaming every surface, every exposed sparse of skin, trailing the detail of pattern of your bra— Soaking in every inch of your image.

It leaves you slightly exposed, the underlying possessive gleam lingering in his blown out irises but it makes your core coil, your skin flush in excitement— Your pussy throb that lingers with a almost painful hum.

Santa, baby, I want a yacht and really that’s not a lot. Been an angel all year…

The song continues in a low chime through the background as you suck your bottom lip between teeth, chestnut curls curtin his face and tickle the bare of your chest. He’s absolutely gorgeous.

“I wanted to cheer you up a bit, show you that it’s not all bad.”

He tilts his head, ears pricked as he catches the tune playing softly in the background— It spreads slowly the smile that creeps across his face, half amused and half devious.

“I’m impressed.” He dips his head, hums into the curve of your throat. “And this outfit.”

He nips softly but enough to pinch the skin making you squirm slightly.

“I’m definitely in the holiday day mood now. Fuck.”

He releases your hands, his grip softens as he trails hot hands down the curve of your frame, fingertips tracing every line past your chest and sides— Settles to rest underneath your ass. Your first instinct is to reach for him, grab onto the broad of his shoulders and pull him in, desperate for more but he slyly slips away— Leaves you bare as he steps away from the bed.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this.” He’s grinning now, mischievous, as he trails around the bed. “I must have been a good boy.” He laughs quietly at the irony.

He dips his head, leans back over you, hot breath trails along your skin like wildfire when he whispers in your ear.

“Or a very bad one.”

Your body shivers, thighs squeezing shut in need and desperation to ease the throbbing pulse, your chest heaves in uneven jolts, expanding the mounds of your breasts beneath the bodice— Eddie notices.

“But the best part is unwrapping the present.”

It tickles at first and you barely notice it, to hung up with Eddie’s face lingering beside yours to realise he’s untwisted the string of rainbow lights from his bed frame, now twirling them around around your wrist. You crook your neck, look upwards when Eddie moves away— He’s circling the coloured lights around your right wrist, loops it back and wraps around the corner pole of his bed. He watches, gazes your reaction silently before walking to the other side, mirroring his actions and bounding the left side.

Beams of red, blue, green, yellow decorate your skin, the glow spreading down your arms in a array of mixing colours and lighting the flush of pink underneath. You’re quick to realise Eddie had wrapped you up, like his very own personal Christmas gift and it had your whole body reeling in anticipation.

“So fucking pretty.”

Eddie’s eyes shimmer against the lights, specks of rainbow glint in his glassy vision as he drawls you in, the flashing colours making a show against his bedroom walls— You ease your thighs apart, slowly. Legs cascading to side as you pull your knees apart, legs spread wide as you follow the path down your body— Watching Eddie between your open legs.

The sight is absolutely beautiful, the way Eddie crawls across the room, on his bed and between your legs. Hands incase your thighs, he nips along the material of your stockings, teeth threatening to tear— Stops when he reaches the bare of your thighs.

“Eddie.”

It’s from pure libidinous and ache the way your voice cracks, the neediness that seeps through the lines and begs him for more contact.

Eddie takes his time, you watch as he savours the growing want lingering between you both, smirks in to the soft of your thigh. The intake of air hitches in your throat, the loss of moisture as he sucks your skin between teeth, groaning against skin when he releases, edging closer to your core. You feel his grip tighten, your thighs held steady as he nuzzles your pussy.

“Fuck, Eddie.”

His breath creeps through the sheer material, hot and heavy. He mouths you through the lace, your hips meeting half way as you chase the friction. Your pussy hums in recognition when you feel his hands trail higher, fingers curl around the waist of your underwear on both sides, your parted legs leave little room and Eddie’s quick to twist and pull— Splitting the thin material in shreds as the band of your thong snaps.

Hands caress your hips, fingers sink into the dips and hold you down when he runs a flat tongue along the sparse of your pussy, the contact instantly has your back lifted, arched perfectly when he circles your clit. He works lazily, takes his time when he sucks the bud softly— Flicks his tongue when you moan louder. Your blood feels like rapid water igniting your nerves with every swirl of Eddie’s tongue, to far gone in the feeling when Eddie slips a finger inside, the intrusion making your walls clench as he works your clit.

“Fuck, yes Eddie. Don’t stop.”

Your wrists struggle against the hold, bright colours bounce of the walls with tension every time you squirm. It’s chaotic bliss the way your mind slips into a foggy daze of incoherent thoughts and words as your stomach coils with the all to familiar feeling, the heavy pressure releasing with the last pumps of Eddie’s fingers.

“Jesus, you taste just as good as you look, sweetheart.”

He’s got two fingers, knuckle deep, placed inside his mouth and all you can do is watch as his tongue dips and swirls, sucking your cum and slick straight from them, savouring the taste with one last pop before removing them completely.

Slumped between your thighs, somehow his smile looks ever more dangerous from this angle, he peppers kisses along your skin and laughs softly when they twitch.

“Mm. I’m only half done unwrapping my present.”

It’s audible the gasp that slips out and passed your lips and Eddie all but smirks at the notion, crawling up between your thighs to lean over you, arms splayed beside your waist.

In one swift motion, Eddie reaches behind him, grips a handful of material and effortlessly slips it over his shoulders and head— A curtain of curls follow suit, leaving the strays still damp to cling to the dip of his temples. His shoulders glisten in a thin sheen of sweat, beads pool at the dips of his collar bones— The bursts of colours dance across his chest, highlights the lean muscle underneath.

He dips his head, lips make contact to the bare of your stomach, soft and gentle. It makes you shift slightly, the feather feel of touch exposing your senses, teases the hair on your arm to stand. It’s like electricity, each perfectly placed kiss, sparks fire that lingers with a subtle burn behind them. Hasty hand’s follow the detail of pattern across your bra, feels like curve of the cup as it cradles your breasts before he gives the bell clasped in the middle a gentle flick.

“Cute.” He hums to himself, a lop sided grin plays the corners of his lips.

“I really hate to do this, sweetheart.” It’s half genuine, half sarcastic and you’re full confused. You watch him huff a laugh, lips perked dangerously as you try to clue in what he is trying to say.

“But the best part is when you get to tear the wrapping paper off, right?”

It doesn’t register, not really, not until it’s to late and Eddie’s strong grip has a hold of your bra— Right in the middle.

Fuck, no. He wouldn’t.

You tried to protest, reason that it wouldn’t work, even though the material had only been a flimsy see through lace, it wouldn’t, couldn’t.

Your chest heaves slightly, the pull of tension cuts softly before it’s released. The bodice torn straight down the middle, the bell flown somewhere out of sight but you hear the tinker as it rebounds from a solid surface. Your tits bounce from the restrain, perk from the brisk exposure to the open air and Eddie looks pleased with himself, gleaming down at the bare of your chest— Naked, nipples hard from the contact and he looks like a damn kid in a candy store.

“Jesus, Eddie.”

You couldn’t even try to be mad. Your breathy response and the way your thighs instinctively tightens around Eddie’s waist, gave it all away.

Smooth, when he cups your breasts, both hands squeeze gently— Massaging the mound of your breasts. His tongue darts out, runs along his bottom lip before slipping a nipple between them,

It sucks the air from your chest, the way his tongue plays with harden bud, his latter toying between fingers.

“Oh, fuck. Eddie.”

His curls drape your chest, hides his face but yours is to far back, pressed into the pillow as he switches to the other side— His tongue roaming, sucking, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

You feel his hips work, grind against your bare pussy, his groans vibrating through you as he mouths your nipple. You wish you could reach down, pull him up, but all you can do is beg.

“Eddie, please. I need you. I want to feel you.”

And it’s enough for him to settle with a small kiss to your breast before leaning back on his heel— Your legs slip beside him. He shuffles from his jeans, follows suit with his boxers and resumes his kneel between your legs.

He’s painfully hard. His head rolls back when he grips the base, squeezes softly before guiding his palm along his shaft. You suck your bottom lip between your teeth, watch as he fucks into his hand, the gleaming head shiny with precum. He locks eyes with you and you swear you feel his vision baring right to your core. He’s moaning, his torso flexes under the movement and his cock glides into his palm.

“You get me so worked up, sweetheart.”

He runs a thumb across the head, his thighs shiver, and he runs a hand through his mane, slicks it the best he can from his face.

“Looking so fucking irresistible. That outfit, fuck. Seeing you like this.”

He’s pumps his cock, fucking steady into his hand.

“That perfect pussy, Christ.”

He releases his cock, bends and hooks a leg over his shoulder, it’s sudden and catches you off guard, you gasp when his cock softly presses to the folds of your pussy. He watches you carefully, your fists balled in anticipation when he edges inside. Each inch stretches and fills you out, moulding perfectly around the girth of his cock.

“Jesus, fuck.”

You can’t help it when he bottoms out, hips pressed firmly to your ass and it’s ever more tantalising when he drawls back, his length tracing your walls. One hand is hooked around your thigh, the leg over his shoulder— The latter rests at your hip.

“Uh, fuck. Fucking tight as ever, sweetheart.”

He picks a pace, it’s lengthy and quick. Drawing his cock almost out before slamming back in, paying attention to catch every sensation. It’s a mess, the slick sounds escaping and mixing with the humid air around you, it’s skin on skin, smacking and crashing in pure ecstasy.

“Oh, god, Eddie. Don’t stop!”

“There, baby.” He pulls back, thrusts back in relentlessly and hits the sweet spot up inside. “Right there, huh. Like this.”

“Yes, fuck, right there Eddie.”

Your thighs shake, the impending pressure spreading across your core, your body tight in pure pleasure, sinking further as he fucks you harder into the mattress— Springs squeak, the headboard matching the thumping from his thrusts.

“That’s it sweetheart, feels good, fuck, when I’m buried inside you. Look at that pretty face, all fucked out for me, huh.”

It’s absolutely primal the way Eddie growls, dips down and buries his face into the crook of your neck, sucking and biting spots of red and purple.

“Just like, fuck, Eddie!”

Your knees are pressed to your chest, Eddie linking your other leg up over his shoulder somewhere in the process. Your ass is now bouncing, rebounding from the mattress from the force Eddie’s fucking you, driving his cock further, deeper.

“Eddie, I can’t, fuck, Eddie I’m going to—“

He’s groaning against your throat, breath hot as it seeps across your flushed skin, sweat pools at your temples and your toes start to curl— You feel the stark white heat flush from your legs, creep up and consume your body, straight to your core.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Cum for me. Let me feel your drench my cock, Jesus Christ.”

It comes in waves, your pussy contracting around Eddie’s pumping cock, when you clamp down around him. Bursts of heat prickles your skin, sends your blood rushing in peak as you come down hard, your orgasm being fucked to overstimulation before you feel the swell of Eddie’s own cock— His thrusts waver.

“Oh, fuck, Y/N, fuck.”

Eddie releases and spills inside you, his balls pressed tight against your ass as he thrusts the lasts of his own orgasm out, cock kept buried deep. You feel his throb, his cock twitches when he softens— Pulls out gently and mumbles into your throat.

“Jesus, Y/N.”

He huffs a small laugh, guides himself from above you and leans over. Untwists the decorated lights from around your wrists, rubs them smoothly before pressing his forehead to yours— A half lopped smile plays on his lips.

“Merry Christmas, baby.” You whisper.

“Merry fucking Christmas, sweetheart.”

[thenationaltreasuregazette]

occasional musings on Disney’s accidental masterpiece

Timeline and Exhaustion

The last few times I’ve indulged in National Treasure, I’ve noticed something that I can’t seem to let go of, and that is the timeline in which the adventure takes place.

Fear not Treasure lovers! This isn’t a list of implausibilities or plot holes—I have very little interest in that.

No, what’s captured my attention—and perhaps this is my now-aging millennial bones talking—is how goddamn exhausted the three of them must be.

Let’s review the timeline.

The Charlotte

Ben and Riley survive the explosion of the Charlotte, hitchhike back to DC, and start meeting with agencies trying to get their attention on the Declaration theft. There is no concrete indication of how long it took them to get back and set up the meetings, but given that Abigail says “You told my assistant that this was an urgent matter?” we can infer that at least the meeting at the Archives was made on short notice. The implication in her words and tone is that she made time in her schedule to see them (and now Ben is wasting her time talking about buttons).

So already Ben and Riley must be exhausted. They may not have had any longer than the plane ride home to rest and recover from Ian’s betrayal and their near-death escape. Even if these meetings are happening over several days, the way the film is cut, combined with the urgency with which Ben perceives the threat, suggests that they waited as little time as possible before jumping into this. It has been only days since the Charlotte.

The Gala

We have more concrete information about the timeline of the week leading up to the adventure. Ben notices the brochure for the National Archives 70th Anniversary Gala.

SIDEBAR: The 70th Anniversary of the National Archives really was in 2004. The organization was founded on June 19th, 1934. June 19th 2004 was a Saturday, so it’s conceivable that the Gala was meant to be that weekend. However, based on all the characters’ clothing, I’ve always felt like National Treasure was a fall movie.

At the Library of Congress Ben says, “the best time for us or Ian to steal it would be during the gala this weekend.”

This weekend.

If it had currently been the previous Sunday or earlier, it would have made more sense for him to say said “next weekend.” That means that if we generously presume the meeting with Abigail at the National Archives was on Monday, they had four and a half days to plan the heist.

The implication of the editing is that the meeting at the Archives, Ben’s Big Decision™ on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, and Riley’s doomed attempt to talk some sense into Ben at the Library of Congress all take place on the same day. If the library was the next day, they had even less time.

As mentioned above, the actual 70th anniversary of the National Archives was on a Saturday. I personally interpret the Gala to be taking place on a Friday. This could be the Friday before, June 18th 2004, or a Friday later in the fall. After all the Gala doesn’t necessarily have to be on the anniversary weekend itself—the anniversary could simply be the theme.

It’s unclear how frequent these type of fundraising parties are at the Archives, but my assumption is at least once a year. That’s the time frame over which they would be counting donations for budgeting and tax purposes. Also, Abigail does not seem particularly concerned or excited about the gala, which suggests this isn’t the first one she’s had to go to. Actually, she seems rather bored.

The reason I suggest the gala is on a Friday night is because Abigail is at work, and Ben and Riley knew that she would be. The plan to send her the George Washington campaign button at the Archives (rather than her home) then set off the detector so she has to respond to the situation (typing in her password in the process) only works if she’s there.

While the National Archives museum is open every day (10am - 5:30pm daily except Thanksgiving and Christmas), the research rooms in the Archives are only open 9am-5pm Monday-Friday and by appointment only. This, along with the general status and prestige of Abigail’s position—a private office, an assistant, critical duties related to the care and preservation of some of America’s most precious documents—suggests that her working hours are likely Monday-Friday 9am-5pm.

SIDEBAR: Did you know that in earlier drafts of the script, Abigail’s position had an official title that was reference several times in dialogue? It was something like Conservator of the Declaration of Independence (I don’t want to go back to find that script now, because it was so terrible I had to get drunk last time I read it.)

So. It’s Friday night. No time is visible on the brief image we see of the brochure, but let’s posit that the gala is potentially taking place somewhere between 7-11pm.

It’s already dark when Ben arrives. Sunset on June 18th, 2004 was at 8:36pm in Washington DC, so that gets us to potentially 9-11.

However, that seems like a late start, especially considering this gala’s attendees are probably mainly older, wealthy donors. In September, sunset would have been closer to 7pm. I still think it’s fall. All we know for certain is that the story had to take place before October 31, as that was the last day of daylight savings time in 2004.

There are definitely cocktail tables set up in the background, and obviously champagne is being passed around. It’s unclear whether there was (or was supposed to be) a dinner component or only appetizers. (There are multiple members of the catering waitstaff visible in Sadusky’s address to the crowd. Presumably there are at least finger foods available.)

There also may or may not be a fundraising component—a silent auction or similar activity.

So let’s think about Abigail.

She’s worked a full week, dealt with at least one weird meeting, and at least one archival emergency. Depending on what time the gala is and what time she got done with her work, Abigail either went home, got changed, and came back for the gala, or, if she found herself working late due to the gala and/or a heist-created emergency, she might have changed in her office. In either case, her chance to rest was minimal to non-existent.

The boys have spent the week planning a high-stakes heist. They devised their plan, built and tested any components they needed to (the concealed laser, the uv visible powder, the forged ID badge, etc), broke into the subway, prepared the clean room environment in the van, etc. etc. etc. I doubt either of them slept well the night before the heist, if at all.

Abigail is coming to the gala after a full workday at the end of a busy work week.

Ben and Riley have done an unknown amount of hours worth or work putting the heist together, and potentially not been sleeping well in the meantime. It is plausible that one or both of them have already been more or less awake for 24 hours.

And that’s obviously just the beginning.

→ part 2!

[book-of-baba-fett]

Before Dawn on Life Day

An Illicit Affairs Extra

Captain Rex x OC (Talia Riva)

Description: Years after the war is over, Rex and Talia take a few moments to themselves on Life Day. A/N: Related to my fic Illicit Affairs, but this is NOT canon. In any shape way or form (sorry lol). This is pure gingerbread cookie fluff. Idk much about Life Day so this is basically Christmas in all but name. Wishing everyone a Happy Holidays 💙🥰.

Warnings: Fluff, for once no angst unless you think about how this isn't the life that canon Rex and Talia will have. References to kids, and pregnancy.

"I think that part goes over there-"

"I need to screw this in first."

"But that's supposed to overlap-"

"It's for younglings- why is this so kriffing complicated."

"Shh; you'll wake them!"

'Twas the early hours before dawn would rise on Life Day morning; the kids had fought sleep for as long as they could before they fell asleep in different corners of Rex and Talia's living room. They had loaded up on as many sweets as their little stomachs could fit at the Amidala-Skywalker party that evening, so they had to play out their energy once they got home. Once they finally tuckered out, and had to be carried to their bed by their parents; Rex and Talia could finally get started on setting up the presents under the brightly lit Life Day Tree. Something usually easier, but this year involved the assembly of a playhouse that would move outside their house once the Naboo winter warmed.

Talia was wrapping up the last of the toys, decorating them with sparkly bows and long strings of ribbon, as Rex tried to read the convoluted instructions for the house. It would be worth it once he saw the little ones' faces, but right now he had to hold in the torrent of swears running through his head. Finally, he sighed and sat back, reaching for one of the cookies the kids had decorated themselves to leave out; he smiled a little thinking of how excited they would be to see only crums remaining on the plate, and and the empty glass of chocolate milk that Talia was drinking from. She was sitting crossed legged on the couch, one hand on her glass, the other resting on Rex's shoulder, massaging tiny circles with her thumb as he sat on the ground in front of her. Rex grabbed the hand with his own, tilting his head to the side so he could plant a kiss on her palm. They were exhausted from the night out and setting up for the morning, but this was a quiet moment alone that they got so often these days. Still, they wouldn't trade it for anything.

Before the chaos of the next day would begin, Rex decided to stand up and head over to the fireplace, it's flames starting to fade out, and reached behind the photo from their wedding day on the mantle, where he pulled out a small, neatly wrapped present. He slowly walked back over to the couch, sitting beside Talia and putting his arm behind her back as he handed the little gift. Rex smiled to himself as her eyes sparkled as much as the kids' probably would tomorrow. She reached for it then paused; holding up a finger to signal for Rex to wait a moment as she leaned over the edge of the couch, grabbing a package and placed it in Rex's lap.

"You know every year we say no gifts," Rex chuckled as he began to rip open his gift, a thin but wide package.

"What can I say, I like treating you," Talia smirked, elbowing Rex, still holding her parcel in her hand as she watched Rex open his present. He tore all the paper off, unveiling a glass frame, holding various medals and ribbons, all awarded to him during the war, surrounding a picture from Rex and Talia's first campaign victory together. The two of the were at the front of the photo, with Anakin, Ahsoka, and Storm all in front of the a squad of clone troopers. Rex couldn't help but smile at how small Ahsoka was in the photo, or how awkwardly posed the group was; the war photographers always seemed to catch them off guard. BUt he had never seen the photo before, so it was nice to see all the familiar faces in the background, like Fives and Echo still shiny.

"Your medals have been sitting in a box in our closet for too long, and I found that picture again recently," Talia explained. "I can't get over how young we all look."

"Don't need to rub it in," Rex sarcastically grumbled, rubbing his hand over his head, where some white hairs had started to mingle in with the blond,

"I've told you; I think it's sexy," Talia grinned and leaned in to peck his cheek, but Rex turned closer to kiss her lips. His hand reached around her back, holding her there for a moment before he leaned back.

"Thank you, cyare," Rex said, noting the slight tint of pink on her cheeks; after all these years he felt good that Talia would still get flustered by him. He tapped the present still in her hands. "Your turn now."

Talia peeled open the paper, revealing a small, velvet box. Her mouth already opening in a soft 'O'. She opened the box and gasped, eyes rounding as she saw the small, pale blue pearl earrings resting in the box.

"Padmé was telling me about these, how they're only found on Naboo," Rex explained as Talia held them closer to look at.

"Rex, they're gorgeous," she exhaled, then looked back at him, her eyes watering a little bit. "You didn't need to spend this much on me."

"I had a little extra saved up on the side," Rex waved off. Talia was already taking out her current pair, to put the new ones in, and Rex felt a warmth in his chest as she put them on, her smile wide and just a beautiful as the day he first met her. "Besides; I like treating you."

Talia shook her head, but couldn't hide her smile, she leaned in to peck Rex's lips. "Happy Life Day."

"Happy Life Day." Rex murmured before kissing her again. The fire was still crackling in front of them, and it wasn't quite too late. He pulled back from her lips, wanting to take a little bit more advantage of this time alone "How about I open up that bottle of whiskey Obi Wan got us?"

Talia toyed with her bottom lip, smiling as she answered, "I can't drink right now."

Rex scrunched his brow, searching his memory of the night and realizing not once had she had a glass of wine or champagne, when his eyes rounded and he couldn't fight the smile overtaking his face, "Really? Again?"

Talia laughed, now putting a hand on her belly. "Yes, again."

Rex placed his hand over hers, still too early to show anything but he couldn't hide his excitement to add one more to their family. Talia curled into his chest as Rex leaned back against the couch; in a few hours their little ones would wake up and fill the house with their laughter and the noise of all their new toys. But for now they could sit in the quiet of the night, grateful for all that they had.

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[tiredgremlintime]

Arc-v Month Day 3: Duetto of Duelist and Spirit

@arcvmonth

ok so I’m going to talk about three decks! Performapals, melodious, and lyrilusc!!

So performapals! The first arc-v deck I wanted to play

As the zexal era in duel links was drawing closer to its end, I knew arc-v world was next, and I was excited, I was super excited to play Yuya and try out Zuzu, I knew I wanted my first deck to be Yuya’s, especially the performapals focus one, with odd eyes and some magicans of course since Yuya is one of my favorite characters, I tried to study his deck by watching the anime, yes, I was and still am unhinged thank you. So when arc-v world dropped, I couldn’t really play Yuya’s deck. See the problem with duel links is that when new decks come in, some of the cards from said deck is from older boxes, which meant spending a bunch of gems, until last month I couldn’t have Yuya’s deck, considering how EXPENSIVE he was, thankfully I could still play his deck, I just couldn’t bring it online. it was performapal focus! Just like I wanted! Sure it probably wasn’t THAT good but it was fun :). Thankfully, thanks to the campaign that happened last month I can now FINALLY play his deck and main Yuya! Fully compatible, fun to play, AND can be brought online, yippee!!! Even though I have to play with LESS performapals, I still get to play with some! So there’s that atleast! I’m just happy I can finally play my boy :)

Now with that knowledge, you may be wondering, since I been struggling to actually play as Yuya this past year, who else did I play in arc-v world? Who’s deck did I fully have? All the cards and such? Well that’s a pretty easy answer, which leads us to our next point!

Melodious! The deck that gave me confidence again

Now, I really like Zuzu! She’s one of my favorite arc-v characters! Back then though since I was still watching arc-v season 1, she was just a character I liked. Now when arc-v world dropped and the new tier list dropped melodious was actually tier 1! Unfortunately I missed that era cause it lasted like 2 months and it took me 3 months to get Zuzu, but when I DID get her my brother encouraged me to built her deck! I did and she became one of my dl mains! Melodious might have been tier 3 but I was playing GREAT with it online, this deck actually helped me re-gain the confidence to duel online! I’m forever thankful to this deck for helping me gain pvp courage, even if the deck isn’t consider powerful anymore. And this deck also made me love Zuzu even more! So another great thing this deck did for me!

so those are my two arc-v decks in duel links! How about tcg wise? Well this leads to the next and last deck I’m going to talk about in this post

Lyrilusc, baby’s first irl deck

SO, I’m going to talk about this more later, but spring last year I started to really like Lulu, like she was becoming a fav of mine, to the point where I made a daily doodle blog for her, but during this stage where I started to really like her, my brother got the synchro storm box, the newest Yugo box! So we opened it up together, and as a result I got a LOT of lyrilusc support from it, I actually got almost all the cards I needed for the base deck! Because of this my brother suggested that my tcg deck should be lyrilusc, I was a little nervous but also excited about this, so I agreed! It took a long time for the deck to be built however, because believe it or not playing Yugioh actually cause a LOT of money!!!! I didn’t really think I get to actually play the deck, but then Christmas approached, and one of my brother’s gifts for me was the rest of the cards I needed for lyrilusc tri-birgade!!! One of the best versions of the lyrilusc deck is to play it with tri-brigade, so that’s the deck I now own!! Now that it’s officially summer I can finally take the time to learn the deck, I been wanting to play with this deck for awhile so now I’m really excited to learn! I can’t wait to see how far I can go with this deck I was gifted!

So yeah that’s it for my arc-v decks! Thank you to anyone who read this far!!

[lookingforann]

WRAP UP: YEAR 2022! On Making Peace w/ Endings —

This year might have been an awful year for some or might have been an amazing and exciting for the rest.  But to me, a lot has surely happened.  There are so many things I should be thankful for.  And I learned that being appreciative prevents us from taking anything or anyone for granted. We all should live well. And that’s why I’m making this post so that I can teach myself more to be grateful regardless of the circumstance.

JANUARY - During our previous planning, from being the director of Young Adults, I was appointed to be the director of our Kids’ Church. It was really a challenging one because I felt that most things were trial and error. But I was also grateful because we’ve got so many things to improve. We are still learning. I pray that the Lord will give us more patience with our progress and bless our minds for wisdom.

FEBRUARY - I was not okay emotionally. I had days with my anxiety and breakdowns. I had to talk with my Pastor because I thought that he would be the one who would understand me. But I am also thankful with my breakdowns and circumstance for it made me realize some things. It led me also to right people.

MARCH - I enjoyed joining to campaign rallies! It was a different kind of experience. I also finally had a courage to resign from my work. It took me 4 years to have courage! I planned to take some rest due to my health condition.

APRIL - I celebrated my 27th birthday. I also finally decided to be in a relationship with my bestfriend. I went through first with all of my confusions and fears -- a whirlwind kind of emotions. But, yes, I’m choosing this. We are choosing this. We are choosing each other.  

MAY - I was officially unemployed! After I graduated, I was immediately hired by our school. And finally, after 7 years of working, I decided to take a break from everything and focus with ministries. I felt mixed emotions of course. After all, I spent my 15 years of my life there and leaving my comfort zone was never easy. But sometimes, we really have to go for us to experience the growth we want.

JUNE - We went to Pampanga to watch the Aurora Fest. That was the first time that we go out of town. My anxiety was starting to attack again. And I was happy for my disciples as well because they graduated from college.

JULY - I had a lot of sleepless nights! My anxiety was keeping me awake for nights. And I couldn’t help but to have a self-pity. I felt that I was stuck. I felt that I had nothing to go or I was just going to nowhere. It felt like I was in the wilderness.

AUGUST - My brother got married! I couldn’t explain how happy I was for him! I know that our parents were happy too. It was 5th Anniversary of our church as well! I couldn’t believe that it has been already 5 years! But one thing is for sure, God’s grace brought us this far. To more years and battles to come!

SEPTEMBER - We experienced a strong typhoon in our place! Our province were under of state of calamity because a lot of people were really affected. It was 2013 when we experienced this kind of typhoon. Fortunately, my family and loved ones were safe.

OCTOBER - I tried to have a side line (while I’m still unemployed). I tried to be an event coordinator. Though it was easy for me to adjust since we handle different events in our church, it was still a different kind of experience. We handled one of the biggest projects of our provincial government. And it went really successful! Glory to God!

NOVEMBER - My father celebrated his 61st Birthday! I also started applying jobs online. I sent to a lot of employers. I went through a lot of frustrations but it also helped me to embrace more the fact that there are many things we cannot control. It helped me to trust God more in the middle of the process.

DECEMBER - Of course it was the Christmas Ball for me! I always look forward to this one since we conduct or have it annually. I had my latest check up too, and I was really grateful for my EEG became normal now. Though I still need to take medication, it was really a good news that my health has a big improvement. I also started to be one of the trainees in an ESL company. I praise the Lord for the opportunity.

And at this point, I know that I made it through, not because of myself, but because of God. It is Him who has carried me all along. He is only the reason why I have the strength to go through another day, month, or even year. His grace sustained and continually sustains me. 

And as we approach another year, my prayer is to always remember His words:

“I have cared for you since you were born. Yes, I carried you before you were born. I will be your God throughout your lifetime—until your hair is white with age. I made you, and I will care for you. I will carry you along and save you.” - Isaiah 46:3-4

Happy New Year, everyone! 

[meetinginsamarra]

Fanfics I really liked in December 2023

So. Since I keep a list of what I´ve read anyway (there´s always a list), I will rec all the fics I´ve wholly enjoyed on a monthly basis. Old and new, canon or AU, big or small authors, long or short but nearly always Johnlock (-ish).

Reposting this because a reference to a tumblr blog has been incorrect. Please everyone, if you want to reblog choose his post!

Sorry for double-tagging people, too!

Inscrutable to the Last by DiscordantWords @discordantwords

When a series of bombings in London ensues and John learns that Sherlock is not only alive but also back, at first he draws the wrong conclusions. A great alternative version of how it could have gone after the hiatus.

The secret patient by PlainJane

WWII, the Italian campaign. Dr. John Watson is left behind at a lonely chapel with a mysterious patient who cannot be evacuated with the rest of the field hospital, due to his injuries. Inspired by "The English Patient".

The Way Home by Calais_Reno @calaisreno

It's Christmas Eve, and Sherlock's landlord has evicted him. He's left with only one alternative: go home. Spend Christmas with his family. On the train, he meets someone who might just be having an even worse holiday. One immediately has to hug this insecure Sherlock and lovely John.

Cold Inside by LoloLolly

Sherlock has just shot Magnussen, is in prison the isolation eats away at his sanity. John feels adrift and wants to help. Mycroft is equally untethered, scrambling for options. Perhaps they can manage to save Sherlock and rid themselves of Mary in one fell swoop. Lovely S3 fix-it with hurt/comfort.

Hard Rain by writerfan2013

After the Fall. Sherlock and John are apart, but each encounter the same mysterious organization. Sherlock is undercover and John gets abducted but in the end they reunite and solve the case. Really suspenseful casefic.

Adler’s by Elianara

John meets Sherlock while the detective is working undercover in Ms Adler’s establishment. John ends up getting a different sort of excitement than he came for. A fun different first meeting.

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

Yesterday, I talked about ‘boat people’ and later, when I got online, I discovered Gary Lineker had expressed similar sentiments, but he’d gone one step further and compared government language to “Germany in the 30s”, in other words, Nazi Germany. Naturally, there was right-wing outrage and the BBC said it would be “talking” to Gary, in other words, telling him off. Slightly hypocritical when BBC employees Fiona Bruce and Laura Kuenssberg promote government propaganda every week. One rule for the left, one rule for the right.

Just to let you know, Tesco Finest Granola Slices are absolutely f*cking delicious. I could literally eat them without end. This is why I love muesli and granola, this why I love Christmas pudding, this is why I love Cadbury’s Fruit & Nut. That combination of fruit and nuts is irresistible to me. I also adore any kind of flapjack! Mix them all up together and I am one happy fat boy!

Many thanks to Mark Collison for reminding me it was Lent. It had clean gone out of my mind. I will be doing what I always do every year: I will be giving up celibacy for Lent. Hand on my heart, I faithfully promise: celibacy is OFF the menu (until Lent is over).

Wednesday afternoon’s class descended into chaos! The module is about different artist’s social media campaigns and, in researching The Weeknd, I found a saucy photo of him and Selena Gomez. So I thought, at that point, we would discuss music artists using sexual content in their social media posts. Crikey, that one little, three-letter word beginning with ‘S’! One young man said he did not like “p*ssy rappers” like Megan Thee Stallion, then another young man said he was being a hypocrite as male rappers talk about sex just as much! Then, a young woman took offence to the first guy stereotyping female rappers, as the original female rappers like Queen Latifah and Eve did not talk about sex at all! You can see the kind of discussions we get into! I didn’t even get the chance to show them D’Angelo’s ‘Untitled’ video or show them photographs of the Red Hot Chili Peppers wearing just ONE sock! That one little word set them off! Hmm … we should be able to have a civilised discussion about this without everything popping off! I will try to finish the lesson next week.

Do you ever feel that you can see light at the end of the tunnel? It’s quite an exciting feeling. You don’t want to get too excited in case it’s a mirage or a false dawn, but I just get the sense that I can see light in the distance and numerous situations in my life are about to resolve themselves. Know what I mean?

Have a throbbing and thrusting Thursday (with hopefully a few thrills through your thoroughfare?) I love you all.

[inphront]

ivy & taro!

ivy: what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?

honestly this varies a lot because of the systemhood, but we’ll try go for general rules. i tend to be very expressive when i get excited; think full-body happy stims, high-pitched squealing, big smile, whole nine yards. my resting state, on the other hand, looks about dead to the world most of the time. if i’m tired, it gets worse, but honestly i don’t even have to be doing too badly to look insanely out of it. i sometimes just. stop moving or blinking and in order to make me walk faster than a sloth through molasses you have to drag me bodily. i have a thousand-yard stare that will make you wonder if i even have eyelids. because of that, it gets a little harder to tell if i’m actually upset. if i’m in a pissy mood, i might get a bit snippy and isolate myself, but if it progresses to being legitimately angry or upset i tend to lose speech altogether and sometimes start crying (we either cry very easily or are totally dead-faced, with very few folks in between). i do not generally yell; if i do it usually means i’m scared.

taro: if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about?

school is about to start up again! i’ve been to see family and my partner over the holidays, and will be getting back home in a couple days to get myself ready. i’m actually looking forward to it, which is nice. im taking knitwear, product development (in which i’ll design a fashion line with a focus on communicating it to manufacturers and on the target market), and bridal/couture wear! i am thus far outrunning the curse of the month of january. god i hate january. in my free time, i’m working on a christmas gift for my partner (crocheting them an eyeball sweater), prepping for my drag debut, which i’ll probably make with help from some of my friends, and working on my story (if you want an infodump i’d be more than happy to provide). i’m also FINALLY in a long form rpg campaign again and i’ve missed it SO much. again, if you want an infodump i will gladly never shut up again.

god. i should yell about my life on the internet more is what im learning from this ask game

[polyamorouspunk]

Heyy tumblr bestie!!

Life is still absolutely *WACK* but its *fine* I took today off work to just not and get my shit together a bit. Dad got biopsy results that he’s refusing to look at, niece is being pulled out of school cause of death threats, and Im just here lol

On a brighter note though! I got invited to a dnd campaign for January so I’ve been working on a really fun new character!! AND, Im taking Mountain Boy to my family’s Christmas party tomorrow which is great cause I’ll get to avoid all the ‘why no boyfriend?’ Questions but also SO nerve wracking cause my family is MUCH crazier than his. But Im excited anyways to make him play cards with me there and meet my fam (except my brother and nephew cause they’re down in Kentucky cause my nephew qualified for the junior olympics for track)

Anyhow, I hope you have a good weekend!! Lots of love! 💛💛💛

-key

Hey there! Love you so much too!

I’m glad Mountain Boy is meeting your family today! Congrats to your nephew! In our family newsletter I saw that on Thanksgiving one of my cousins had a gymnastics meet that they were inviting the family to and I was like man I would go if I still lived in Connecticut. I remember being invited along to my neighbor’s once and it was neat. When I was up visiting you my cousin was doing hers at the college which I think I told you about, you said it was pretty far away, like 5 hours right? She ended up spending the night with me at her grandma’s house the night before I left and I was taking a plane back to NC and she was going to be driving to NC that day as well. Her and her mom just came down to visit the 2nd week of November so her mom could run a race with my mom’s other cousin. And I’ll be looking forward to coming up next summer to visit you again!

I really would love to play dnd but I don’t have anyone to play with and I think I would need to play in person to really understand what’s going on. I was part of a test pilot group for a dnd-style game my friend and their brother pioneered and when I went to stay at their house my friend was like “by the way we’re talking about this game we made up” and both their brother and I were like “yeah OUR friend group was the test subject for that” and they were like OH RIGHT I FORGOT. They have a Friday family game night that I was crashing (they invited me to crash it since I was sleeping there, and invited our other best friend and her husband to crash it too if they wanted) but since it was Halloween it was more of a party where my friend and I watched Bluey for 2 hours and ate food their mom had made and we exchanged gifts and I got gifts too and I was like 😭 thank you 😭

I’ve been keeping it on the down-low but I’m dating again (really lowkey for right now because holiday season is retail is nightmare) but I haven’t really told anyone outside of my discord server because I was like “hey advice on this” and then my friend on discord I talk to every day and my best friend since she had to third-wheel the last date we went on since she was diving me around. My other friends have met her before but I doubt anyone remembers because my other best friend has the WORST memory (like forgetting we were the ones who demoed their game) but my other friend might remember because we all went to college together. I should tell my other friends I just have not.

Sending your dad so much love and support, as well as you and Mountain Boy and the rest of your family.