#that is around 12% of my entire stash box

[dasagoo]

I own 7, yes seven, Final Words! (the reward upon finishing Beckett’s quest)

[eiightysixbaby]

12:25 A.M.

word count: 1.7k

summary: eddie calls you late one night while he’s looking at your photos…. ;)

cw: 18+ MINORS DNI - smut smut smut. this entire thing is just filth from the get-go, sorry not sorry. lots of swearing, eddie & reader masturbate over the phone, lots of dirty talking - eddie and reader are bein nastyyyyy, daddy kink on the low, mention of explicit photos/nudes, if I forgot anything lmk!

author’s note: yeah so uhhhh the eddie sluts discord was having a convo about eddie keeping dirty polaroids of you and thus, this piece of filth was born. i’m so serious there’s barely a plot this is just nastiness, enjoy!!! also: the photos in the photo set above are not meant to represent what reader looks like - they’re just aesthetically pleasing.

*Rriiiiiiiing Rriiiiiiing*

The sound of the phone startles you from your half-asleep state. You’d unintentionally almost fallen asleep sitting up in your bed, television still playing softly in the background. You rub your bleary eyes and turn to the clock as you grab the phone. 12:25am. Who would be calling at this hour?

“Hello?” you say into the receiver, voice a little groggy.

“Hey, sweets. I’m sorry for calling so late,” you hear your boyfriend’s voice on the other end.

“Eds, hi. What’s up, are you alright?” you sit more alert now, wondering why he’s calling you after midnight.

“I’m fine sweet thing, just had a long day at work and I missed you,” his voice sounds breathy, not his usual tone of voice. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“I had kind of dozed off, but it’s fine. What are you up to over there, baby?” you ask him, curling the phone cord around your fingers.

“Oh, y’know… just looking through those sexy Polaroids I took of you. Touching myself a little bit,” you can hear the smirk in his voice, and you feel yourself shudder a little at his words.

Throughout the time you’ve been dating Eddie, he’s gathered quite the collection of explicit photos of you. He loves to take pictures of you in all sorts of positions, snapping shots of you naked on his bed, you split wide open on his cock, you sticking your tongue out while he presses his cock to your mouth, one of your face covered in his cum. You’ve even taken some of your own to sneak into his stash, photos of your tits squished together, or your fingers buried deep in your cunt. Eddie loves them, he looks at them all the time. He keeps the safe-for-work photos of you in his wallet and in his car, but the raunchy ones sit in a box under his bed - for his eyes only.

“Touching yourself to little old me, handsome?” you tease him, pulling your lip between your teeth.

“Fuck yeah baby, it’s like I’ve got my own personal porn star to look at, how could I resist?”

Your cheeks heat up at his response, and you clench your thighs together involuntarily. You know what he wants, know he needs to get off, so you take the bait.

“Mm, wish I was there to touch you instead, Eddie,” you giggle, feeling heat rush to your core at the thought of him spread out in bed, jerking his cock to you.

“Shit, baby, you know I love your hands on me,” there’s a pause, and then, “What are you wearing right now, sweets?”

“One of your t-shirts, you know - the blue and black tie dye one, and a pair of black panties….” you speak slowly, drawing out the words.

“No bra?” he asks, his voice husky.

“No bra, baby. In fact, you can see my nipples through the fabric of the shirt….” you trail off, knowing what you’re doing to him. One of your hands reaches up to toy with your breasts as you speak, as if you’re doing him a favor by touching the parts of you that he can’t right now.

“Fuuuuuuck, I need my hands on you baby. Wish I was there with you right now,” you can detect the strain in his voice, can faintly hear the schlick schlick of his hand moving up and down his cock.

It only turns you on further, and you slowly slip your fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, ghosting circles over your clit. “Mmm, Eds, I need you here right now,” your voice is seductive, pleading.

“Yeah, baby? What would you have me do if I was there with you?” Eddie purrs.

“I’d have you finger my soaking pussy…. two fingers, maybe three… need you to stretch me out,” you’re dipping your own fingers past your entrance as you get the words out, your fingers not reaching even close to the places Eddie’s can reach. “I love when you curl your fingers inside me, you know how to play with me, baby.”

“Fuck yeah I do, sweetheart, shit-” Eddie grunts, and you can tell he’s picking up his pace on his cock. “Wish I was fingering you, hitting that spot you love, getting those pretty sounds out of you-”

“Please, baby, love how you touch me…” you’re begging even though he’s not there with you.

“Would you suck my cock for me, baby? Fit my fat cock down your throat, hm?” he continues on, and his words have your head spinning. Imagining his fingers inside you instead of your own as you work to get yourself off. You’ve never engaged in phone sex before this, really, but with Eddie it feels so natural. It’s a different kind of turn-on to hear him talk to you while you know he’s got his thick fingers around his cock, pretending that it’s you.

“Y-yes, daddy. Love having your cock in my mouth, need you to fuck my face…” you’re practically moaning into the phone, head lolling backwards. “Wanna taste you, please Eddie please…”

“That’s my good fucking girl, need to cum in that pretty mouth of yours, baby. Love when you swallow my load,” his breath is staggered as he speaks through gritted teeth. “Are you touching yourself for me, baby? Got your fingers deep in that pussy?”

“Yeah, ‘m so wet for you, Eds. Doesn’t feel as good as when you do it, though,” you pout, pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy, the coil in your stomach tightening gradually.

“Aw, I know sweet thing. Need daddy to take care of you, yeah?” Eddie knows exactly how to talk to you to send you reeling, your eyes screwing shut as you finger yourself, movements growing sloppier.

“Yeah babe, fuck, need you inside me. Want you so bad,” your fingers have set a brutal pace fucking into your dripping cunt, and you're almost positive Eddie can hear how soaked you are as you please yourself.

“Got me rock fucking hard for you, baby, can you hear me stroking my cock to your pretty pictures?” he taunts, but you absolutely can hear the filthy noises in the background - quieting your moans so you can listen better.

There’s a beat, and then you hear him spit into his hand, the sloshing sounds picking up speed and intensity as he presumably starts to pump his cock faster. You plunge your fingers as deep as they’ll go inside of you, curling them desperately to hit that delicious soft spot.

“Yes, fuck, it’s so fucking hot listening to you touch yourself for me,” you’re breathing heavy as you work yourself to orgasm, “Wish my fingers were wrapped around your dick right now.”

“Mmmhhh, I love when you wrap those delicate little hands around me, baby. I’m so big they barely hold me, princess,” he’s smirking as he speaks, loves riling you up thinking about the size of him.

“Yeah, Eds, you’re s’fucking big. Love how you fill me up, daddy,” he revels in the praise, and you hear him chuckle on the other end.

“My little cockslut, loves getting stretched by me, hm?” Eddie’s voice is low, sending electricity right to your core. “Shit, baby, my cock’s twitching just thinking about you… ‘M so worked up.”

“Want you to cum for me, Eds. Are you close? Love it when you cum for me,” you’re whining, fingers now circling your clit in rapid movements, getting closer and closer to your release.

“So close, sweetheart, wish I could cum all over that pretty face of yours,” Eddie moans into the speaker, little whispers of shitshitshit falling from his lips. “This picture’s one of my favorites, baby… my cock buried deep in your pussy from behind… my hand gripping your hair. Pretty ass of yours on perfect display f’me, fuck-” he’s tugging desperately on his cock at this point, whimpering into the phone.

“What about the one with me in handcuffs? Legs spread on your bed, waiting for you?” you hum, egging him on, getting him right to the edge of release as you describe the lewd photo.

Eddie doesn’t answer, just lets out a strangled moan on the other end of the line. The two of you go on like that for a little, mewls slipping past your lips, getting wetter as you listen to him cursing, panting, moaning your name. The soft pads of your fingers work on your clit, your insides feeling like they’re on fire with how worked up you are. Your eyes are shut tight, imagining Eddie settling you on his lap as he fucks up into you.

“Baby - fuck - I’m gonna fucking cum, shit,” Eddie whines, bringing you back to reality for a moment.

“Cum for me, baby, make a mess of yourself for me,” you coax him, listening closely to hear the way his breath hitches as he finally lets go.

His moans are short and sporadic as he finishes all over his chest and stomach, and you continue to rub your swollen clit as he catches his breath.

“How you doing over there? Gonna cum for me, sweet girl? Gonna cum while you think about me? Bet you wish I was filling you up real good, huh?” Eddie’s relentless, talking you through the entire thing.

“Yes, daddy - fuck! Gonna cum, gonna cum for you, oh my god…” the coil in your stomach snaps finally, feeling yourself plummet into bliss. You’re clenching around nothing, moaning ‘EddieEddieEddie’ as you ride out the intense waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“That’s my good girl, you okay sweet thing?” Eddie coos, listening to you pant as your body calms down.

“Yeah, baby, I’m good. How’re you?” you say softly into the phone once you’ve regained some composure, body spent as you lay back onto your pillows. You feel like you’re floating.

“I made a fuckin’ mess of myself, sweetheart, came so hard,” Eddie huffs a laugh, and you smile.

“Hey, Eds?”

“Yeah, sweets?”

“Take a Polaroid of you all messy with your cum. Wanna start a photo collection of my own,” you chew at your lip, getting flustered thinking about how he must look right now.

“Oh, yeah? And why do you want my photos, sweetheart? Wanna get yourself off to them?” Eddie asks, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from you.

“Maybe….” you giggle, suddenly feeling shy.

“Fuck, baby. Can I come stay the night? I need to be inside you right now, no way I can wait till tomorrow,” you can picture the puppy dog eyes Eddie would be giving you if he was next to you right now, and you laugh.

“Yeah, Eds, get over here. Gotta live up to all that talk,” you reply, knowing he’s gonna live up to that talk and then some.

“Want me to bring the camera?” he asks.

“Duh.”

[multifariousqueer]

hi love. could u write where felix takes care of fem!reader on her period? currently abt to get mine and i need some comfort lol, mine r hell. if u don’t want to that’s okay<3

Sure!

The morning sunshine blared through the window as your stomach started to sting a familiar sting. You had hoped that it would wait another week but it came in hot and dull as you awoke to the feeling of being wet. Your arm instinctively reached for your alarm clock only to find that you had class in a few minutes and had slept in. A groan escaped your lips as a text from Felix crept its way onto your device:

“Good morning, darling 😀”- Felix( don’t kill me, it was the early 2000’s)

“Where are you?”- Felix

You scrambled to get dressed and put on a pad before leaving your dorm.

The autumnal air brushed your skin as you felt more emotional and stressed. Felix and you had a project worth 3% of your semester grade due today and you stayed up until 12 last night messing around so you forgot to finish it. Tears stung at your eyes as you admonished yourself for not doing a basic task but you didn’t have time to go into a full fit because you were late.

When you reached class, the entire class looked at you as the door creaked open and Felix’s eyed you up and down before realizing that you weren’t okay. You sat down next to him and searched your bag for your supplies before realizing that you left your period bag at home. A period bag consists of : pads, tampons, lotion, perfume, and an emergency pair of panties. Upon the heartbreaking realization, you groaned and put your hands over your eyes and Felix immediately took notice:

“Y’alright love?” Felix said, rubbing your back.

This caused you to break into full blown tears as you got up and left class to run some water over your face.

Felix got up and followed a few minutes later to make sure you were okay:

“What happened?” He asked with genuine concern on his face

“I’m just on my period, that’s all”- you sobbed back

“Do you need anything to get through class?” He asked while rubbing your back

“I just want to cuddle with you and shower and go back to bed” you sniffled

“After class, I promise I will do that for you” Felix spoke

Felix hated seeing you in pain and he hated seeing you cry more. A piece of his soul broke Everytime you cried and he wanted to whatever it took to make you happy again.

Felix walked you back into class with a hand on the small of your back and he sat you down. He went up to the professor and spoke a few words that were unintelligible from where you were sitting and the professor called you over to his desk:

“Ms. L/n, it seems that you are incapacitated and scattered right now so I am willing to give you an extension on the project. Of course, I will have to knock off a few points but it is still possible to pass” the professor said sternly.

“Thank you so much!” You smiled

“Please sit down and try not to disrupt the class any longer” the professor spoke before going back to grading.

“Yes sir” you said.

Felix observed the interaction with a straight face before breaking out into a grin and escorting you back to your seat.

“How about we go back to my dorm after class and finish our project later” he said softly

“Please.” You said, while practically giving him a begging stare

Felix pulled you into a hug before planting a kiss on your forehead and returning his attention back to the lecture. He still kept his hand on your thigh and he snuck glances your way every now and again to make sure you weren’t in pain.

Eventually, you went back to Felix’s dorm and he went to a drawer and pulled out a box of pads. Felix kept his stash stocked ever since he started dating you because he always wanted you to be comfortable.

“Wait here, I’ll go run you a bath” he said, ushering you to sit on his bed

You nodded in response and pulled out your textbook to finish the project once Felix left. You made a decent amount of headway before Felix came back and shut the textbook while staring at you:

“I told you we’d do this later, y/n” he smirked

“I know but…” you started before Felix interrupted you

“Even in pain, you’re still scholarly?” Felix asked quizzically while smirking at you

“I’m on my period, Felix. I’m not dying” you remarked

“So you don’t want to be cuddled?” He asked

“No no I do!!” You said with puppy eyes

Felix chuckled and took you into the bathroom. He undressed you and did away with your pad before delicately placing you into the tub. He was careful not to scrub you too hard but he wanted to get you as clean as possible. You sank into the warm, eucalyptus scented water and mewled as the warmth enveloped your body. Felix ran water over your body and made sweet comments about how strong you were for enduring your period:

“Look at my princess, so beautiful” he smiled

“Mmmm I love you” you sighed

“I adore you too, darling” he said, kissing your eyebrow before leaving to go to his bedroom.

You jolted a bit as Felix’s absence set in. You opened your eyes and looked around before you heard movement in his room.

Felix was prepping a pair of underwear for you and laying out an outfit for you. It was his old rugby shirt and some old boxers of his that you used as shorts. Felix learned how to prep underwear one day when you showed in “in case of emergencies” and he always prepped yours if you couldn’t. Felix also laid out some chocolate for you and put a stuffed animal on the bed. He went to get you from the bath:

“Where did you go?” You asked sadly

“I went to go clean up a bit and get you ready for bed” he replied

He pulled you from the tub and helped you get dressed. Felix laid you on the bed and cuddled with you. You took in the scent of his cologne and aftershave while making soft noises of comfort against his chest. He grabbed you and held you close and sooner or later you fell asleep in his embrace.

[maybeyouaredreaming]

Do you ever shut the fuck up?

Matty's on one and he's doing your head in with his childish antics. 3062 words. matty x fem reader Warnings - sliiight shame kink/power play, minor substance use, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, romantic choking?? passionate hate fucking, mostly a lot of torturous grinding like teenagers I have ten years' worth of Matty thoughts in my head. Please be kind this is my first fic! My friend made me publish this and I ended up accidentally deleting my 12-year-old blog trying to make a sub-blog so I hope it's worth it, that thing was my entire identity. Feel free to leave me your thoughts xx

He’d been on one since the Brits. Riled up from the backlash with the podcast, the stress of leaving the house in public after all the bashing from the press, and then having to be in the same room as the very people that spend their whole careers criticising him, it’s all compiled to Matty pacing around your house for days on end. But Yungblud’s newest show was it for him. He won’t sit down, he won’t talk about anything else. And it was starting to drive you mental.

“Who the fuck does he think he fuckin’ is? It’s not enough he fucks my old misses and steals my entire persona and aesthetic, covers my fuckin’ song and then smears me on the fuckin’ internet for nowt, now he’s gone and stolen my fuckin’ stage show?”

You breathe deep. Let it go. Let him get it off his chest.

“Yeah, babe. He’s so annoying.” You placate him monotonously, not taking your eyes off your phone. Scrolling meaninglessly through your Instagram feed.

“What a fuckin’ loser he is.” He huffs and leaves the room.

You relish the moment of silence however fleeting it is before he’s back in the room holding his stash box, and rolling another giant spliff in his hands as he sits right beside you on the couch when he starts again.

“I just don’t believe it, babe, honestly who the fuck does he think he is?”

You watch as he licks the edge of the rollie paper to enclose it and twists the top in his nimble fingers, your phone now discarded on the coffee table forgotten. Watching almost in slow motion as he drags his tongue across the paper. The action alone causing a light flush to heat the back of your neck, picturing the last time that tongue was pressed against your very core.

He takes you out of your reverie by lighting the spliff and handing it to you, an unspoken habit of his that you get first drag. Matty envelops himself around you on the couch, taking up your personal space and getting as close as possible. Usually an action that you enjoy, but he’s so irritating, so grating, at the moment that your skin crawls at the closeness. You breathe deep, toking the weed into your lungs, inhaling most of it and hand him back the spliff; which he takes deep into his own lungs so close to your ear you hear the draw he makes. Spurred on by his perception of your silence to mean you’re listening intently to everything he has to say, every thought racing around his head, he continues ranting. But you’re not paying attention. Instead, the growing irritation of him being so caught up on Yungblud, Halsey, and the press, whatever else the fuck he’s ranting about that you’re not following along with because he. Just. Won’t. Stop.

Pushing your anger down more, you snatch the spliff out of his hands and claim the rest as your own while he gets his phone out inspired by both his high and his anger and opens his Instagram. You watch off to the side while he goes on a rant on his Instagram stories, impersonating Dom’s accent. You watch his exaggerated expressions, his lips moving in a way they don’t usually, and the horrendous but accurate impression of Yungblud’s ridiculous accent. While otherwise entertaining, the pettiness and ridiculousness is suddenly almost rather ugly to you. Annoying in the very least. It’s a side of him you’ve seen before many a time, sardonicism being a language and humour you both share, but it has never put you off quite like this.

The more he speaks the more you want to scream at him.

You draw yourself from his side and stand up from the couch, deciding a cup of tea is all you need. Spliff still in hand, you reach into your cupboard and pull out your favourite tea mug, the kind almost the size of a soup bowl that was perfect for rainy days and shitty moods, and turn the kettle on. Between the final drags of the spliff, you butt the smouldering empty roach out in the filling ashtray on the counter and pull out a bag of lavender destressing tea from the pantry and place it in your mug. You can hear him still ranting in the loungeroom, saying something about “the underrated youth, fucking, generation” and even in the muffled distance it adds to the annoyance.

You take a deep breath and turn and face the kettle now hissing at boiling point from its dock. The throbbing in your skull grows louder as you focus on pouring the boiling water into your mug when you hear him shuffle into the kitchen behind you, feet dragging on the floor like a petulant child. Another deep breath and you take your first scalding hot sip, too annoyed to wait the minute for it to cool down as you usually do. If the weed isn’t calming you down, this tea is your last hope. He just stands there, up against the kitchen sink looking at you, clearly expecting you to initiate conversation so when it doesn’t come he speaks again because he can never let the silence linger. Can never let there be a moment of silence in his own mind. You’re never allowed a single moment of fucking peace.

“Have you seen it, babe? Watch this git-“ you cut him off, slamming the full mug on the bench and scalding your hand, but you’re too livid to notice and turn around to face him seething and ignoring the searing pain of your now-burning flesh.

“Do you ever shut the FUCK up? You’re so fucking obnoxious, Matthew!” Face flushed and eyes wide, your breathing deepens until your chest is heaving with the rage you’re feeling, the audible breaths filling the room. Unable to hold your ire back from the unwitting man in front of you.

He’s never seen you this angry before and for a moment he shrinks into himself, made several sizes smaller from the accusation and his own face flushing, before he steps up to you, toe-to-toe, face closer and eyes ablaze in mutual anger.

Finally silence. You’re practically nose-to-nose staring each other down intensely, looking for something in each other's eyes and finding only fire.

Until he snatches you by the neck pulling your face forcefully into his own. You kiss each other with such burning passion you become a mess of tangling limbs, clutching at his hair and pulling harshly, trying to get closer to him. He pushes you up against the counter, never removing his mouth from yours, hips grinding forcefully into yours allowing you to feel just how your intensity has him riled up as well. A growing heat between you as you gasp for the air he allows you to steal between tongues lashing. He wants to taste your anger, steal the breath from your lungs, feel you wreathing beneath him. You move together, two comets ablaze crashing into each other. His hands roam your body under your rising shirt, never landing in the same place while still grinding his body into yours impossibly close. He kisses down your neck open mouth eliciting a sinful groan to slip from your lips from the combination of his mouth, his hands, his body. Him.

You feel your control of the moment slipping further away. The control you need to satiate your anger truly. So you take it back bringing his mouth back to yours and push against him off the counter and steer your entwined bodies to the lounge. He stops you in the doorway to the loungeroom and pushes you up against the cool cement wall and takes back the control he briefly relinquished. Continuing his vicious attack to your neck, your collarbone, below your ear. Unrelenting lips, teeth, tongue, claiming your skin and setting you on fire further. Moan's slip from both of your mouths, his shuddering breaths against your skin, hot and wet.

You break your shared silence, between struggling for air and giving over to the sexual deviant he never fails to bring out of you. Tired of always letting him guide the moments you share, you flip your positions so he’s against the wall and clutch his jaw, bringing him to look you directly in the eyes again and relinquish his claim from your body, your other hand pushing him further into the wall. He doesn’t fight the position from the shock of the unexpected change of momentum. He’s never seen this side of you before. Dominant. Domineering. Taking possession of him.

“So, you can shut up.” You sneer, red and swollen lips curling in minor disgust. He groans at your tone and the position of helplessness he’s in, entirely enraptured by your fierceness. A shame kink he’s never expected to get off on emerging in the back of his mind. He wants to give in to you but his stubbornness tries to win him over again and he grabs your wrist holding your hand in place.

“You’ll have to make me.” He grunts back.

And that’s all it takes for you to pull him back into you and stumble the rest of the way to the couch, lips attached with fervour and fire. You draw away briefly, “Shirt and pants off. Now.” You demand. He complies, now free of all but his boxers he stands in front of you, reaching for you again but you step away and push him down to the couch with just enough force he doesn’t fight. You stand above him as he lies on the couch, taken aback for a second again, his own chest heaving, breath heavy and eyes hooded from lust before he drags you on top of him. Hands clutching your own shirt and tearing it off your body, buttons flying. You give him this, but only this, wanting to rid your hot flesh of the material clinging to your skin. It’s not what you want touching you. Not what you need touching you right now.

Your pants and now decimated shirt join his clothes on the floor. You join mouths again, lips and teeth resume clashing in a heated awkwardness you both ignore in your shared desperation. Hands roaming each other more, grinding like sexually repressed teenagers, edging but never quite relenting to ecstasy when his hands roam to your hips and clutch you against him, guiding your movements and force. Each clothed stroke brings a pant from his mouth you draw into your own mouth. He kisses down your neck again, his favourite spot. You take your newfound freedom to give him your next demand.

“If you really want to use that mouth as much as you insist, at least put it to good use.”

You take your body off his, him groaning from the movement and sudden disappearance of pressure where he wanted it most, and you lay back against the couch cushions expectant and waiting. It doesn’t take him long to clue onto what you’re asking and in a lithe move he shifts position and leans over your body, attaching his lips to your chest, your stomach, drifting lower and lower while drawing his hands up your legs enticingly. Inching closer and closer, drawing goosebumps over your skin. The feeling he brings you, even in your bad mood, is elating and you feel yourself slowly give over to his hands, his lips, and his gentle and worshipping touch. The exact opposite of what you want right now.

Between sighs and gentle brushes of his hair, your newfound dominant side kicks in again and you’re pulling the hair at the nape of his neck again. “Touch me properly, Healy.”

His breath hitches where he’s working on worshipping your stomach, every inch of your torso kissed and nuzzled by his face, taking in the scent of your skin when he finally runs his palm over your core. Feeling the sticky wetness pooling in your underwear already. Something primal snaps within him as he tears the remaining clothing from your body and attaches his lips to where you need him most. All lips, and tongue, and nose, and gentle fingers working themselves to satisfy you, he palms your now free breasts with his other hand. He eats you out like a man starved, barely coming up for air. Eventually adding a long and callused finger to your slick cunt, coaxing pants out of you and a slowly arching back.

You stroke his curls as he works, cajoling him. “I love it when you’re quiet. Such a. Good. Man when you’re not talking shit.” Your panting turns to moans as he circles your clit with his tongue, taking it in turns to suck, to lick, to bite. Equal parts humiliation and encouragement spur him on as he adds another finger to your soaking core, gentle spasms begin to surface from your well-attended clit. Your stomach tenses as his tongue and fingers work in unison to build you to a crescendo. The hand tending faithfully to your chest slowly moves down your torso back to its place at your hip, securing you in place firmly. Spurred on by the growing sensation in your belly, you clasp your legs around his head and begin moving your hips in response, riding his face from below. Your right leg hooked around his strong back, muscles rippling under your calf from the tensing of his movements, heel digging in, toes curling. Encouraging him further. He grows in pace and determination.

He will bring you to the edge. He will throw you off that cliff of ecstasy and then plunder your bones for his own sweet release. He adds a third finger, tormenting your g spot he drags from your body every shuttering ounce of orgasm that’s ever been drawn from you by anyone ever before. Earth-shattering raptures of bliss take over your body and mind, releasing from your consciousness the anger you felt for the very man that brought you to your current state. He laps your divine juices in his mouth, not wasting a drop of his reward for good behaviour. He kisses his way back up your overstimulated body still responding from his work, pulsing, undulating, and so very o-drunk, he takes advantage of your blissed-out state to reassert his own control. He kisses you deeply and you taste yourself on his lips. You thank him wordlessly, forgiving him momentarily.

“Am I forgiven, baby? Did I do well?” He asks into your mouth, grinding into your oversensitive core to remind you that work is yet to be done to bring him his own deserved release. You nod, mewling in response. You bring a hand to his cheek and stroke it as he kisses your neck again. “So good to me, Matty. So attentive.” He groans again, your words stroking his need to be appreciated, to be validated.

With your senses slowly coming back to you through shared kisses and soft touches, you trace your own way down his body and free his rock-solid cock from its cotton prison. The intensity of your tryst has bought him close to the edge multiple times without you having to touch him where he needs you to most, the desire to satisfy and appease you first is enough motivation to both fulfil and distract him from his own burning urges. Your feather-light touch to his engorged penis sends a whole body shudder through him in his position above you. If you continued to touch him so sinfully he’d come undone in your hand.

Gasping he takes your hand in his shaking grip, “Babe, if you keep touching me while looking like that I’ll cum right here. I need to be IN you.” And who are you to deny a man on the edge his only wish? You take a moment to lightly stroke his penis against your still-soaking entrance and make eye contact with him hooded eyes to hooded eyes, both of you with blown-out pupils from shared euphoria.

You both sigh as he enters you, taking a moment once he’s bottomed out, the base of his shaft against your labia. Hip to hip. With one hand, he grasps your throat tenderly, your hand holding his wrist to encourage his movement. Eyes still locked, nose to nose, he starts moving his hips encouraging your own slow movements with his other hand back in place on your hips. Breathing through the other's mouths, lips barely touching in anticipation, sharing moans and mewls and groans, he picks up pace forming a steady rhythm. The pressure and force building with hips bumping off the others, pants and moans filling the air, each other’s sweat coating your bodies. Neither of you can tell where he begins and you end. Joined as one, you wrap your legs around his body to keep him close, your free hand drawing blood down his back trying to grasp for something, anything. The rapture he’s causing your body is intense again, places he’s never reached before in his many explorations of your body have been tormented and punished. He elicits a scream from your chest, his name falling from your lips like a curse, like a song. Toes curling again, you pant, you cry out. “Yes, Matty. Yes! YES! UGH!”

And that’s enough for him to let go with a grunt and pant. Sapping him of all energy, you feel his warm sperm fill you up as he collapses across your body, still inside you, pulsing. He draws his arms around your body in a tender embrace and leaves a soft kiss on your still-heaving chest. You both lay like that for a moment, just breathing. You playing softly with his hair and him drawing circles on your cooling skin.

He finds the strength to push himself up from you and remove himself from your vagina and then laying back in your arms and kissing his way back up to your lips.

“Where the fuck did that come from?” He asks in disbelief. Shock crosses his face when he comes to. And you both start laughing as the intensity of what just passed you both sets in.

“Sometimes you just need to be kept quiet.” You say laughing and he pinches your nipple in response laughing with you.

[oh-saints]

sunshine becomes you (pt. 4)

Being a footballer means Martin possibly has every resources in his whim. Well, except the one thing he needs now is only available in the hands of his (ex) girlfriend.

Grumpy!Martin Ødegaard x Sunshine!OC

Word Count: 4.0k

Note: please, please, please don't hate me for this lolol but we're going for a rollercoaster, odegirlies, so brace yourself! but as usual, i happen to write this around dawn so ofc not beta-read yet. feedbacks are welcome tho!

Tags: my lovely loves @julianalvarez9 @formula1tina @okayline @mehrmonga @mrswhitethornbelikov @notleclerc <3<3 (lemme know if you want to be added!)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5

It seemed Martin couldn’t operate around her if there was no false pretense standing between him and Eve.

The moment the clock literally struck 12, lightning struck back Eve’s life and returned them to normalcy. So normal that everyone else but her barely noticed the apparent changes unravelling around London Colney; she was back to Eve the receptionist, and Martin was back to his constantly-grumpy state to no one but Eve.

No more was the beautiful-looking couple captivating the entire Christmas Gala with their explosive, fantastic chemistry that shunned even the longest relationship existing in the same room.

She’d like to think going back to square one was better, given their real circumstances, but Martin wasn’t giving her any edges. Worse, he’d gone barely seen, and that was saying a lot when Eve was known to be the ghost of the building, for her immaculate presence all over the facility.

Some said he snuck in when Eve was always busy running errands; some said he arrived before anyone else in the morning; some said he clocked out later than the security team.

Final straw came when everyone was gathering in the canteen to bid Eve farewell on her very last day of working in the amazing club. Every single person working at London Colney—including Bob, even—applauded her for the fantastic job she’d been doing for the club, despite the short time shared on the grounds. A certain Norwegian blonde, however, remained unidentifiable until the 15-minute town hall before lunch ended.

Much to the front liner’s dismay, most turned to Eve about it. After all, Eve and Martin were still an item in their eyes. Eve could only do so much as replying, “we just don’t want you guys to be sick of us,” whenever the question of Martin’s avoidance towards crowds was raised, while chucking in the tears that were threatening to slide down her cheeks because she knew better—she knew the truth.

It shouldn’t be breaking Eve’s heart, but the damage had been done.

Eve wanted to badly lie to herself that she was doing that out of spite, that pulling out that degree of stupid stunt was her futile, foolish attempt to get him running after her like those chick-flicks she stashed in her library.

But Eve knew better—reality didn’t fit into Cinderella’s pair of glass heels, especially for someone like her, who fought for proper living standard every day to make ends. Eve and Martin were raised in different circumstances, made from worlds apart, meant for different purposes in life. There was no way they were going to be together—not in this lifetime nor any other alternate universes—as this wasn’t some written fairy tales.

She couldn’t afford a heartbreak when she’d foreseen the fruitless future if she were to share one with him, just like she couldn’t afford the gown she’d returned in the same satin box he’d delivered to her door.

This is for the better, she hypnotised herself as she placed the soft, expensive box on Martin’s bench, trying to pale the ache slicing through her chest. You have a realistic life to live.

Fuck rom-coms. She was going to discard each and every one left in her library as soon as she enjoyed her two-week notice.

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Obviously, with that being said, Eve didn’t have the heart to throw away the only outlets for her to escape the harsh reality for someone who came from a working-class family and inherited the reality of working 9-to-5 like her. Especially when those fake-dating tropes—ironically—reminded her of all the wonderful time she spent with Martin, no matter how fleeting and fragile those moments were.

Weeks after the Christmas Gala, Eve could now proudly say she thought of them as something precious because when else were you indulged in the luxury of being in Martin Ødegaard’s arms, acting or not?

Her best friend bit her ears off for taking the whole thing “like a champ”, as if her heart was made of steel when she was legitimately allowed to swallow the bitter pill while crying her heart out. Eve actually considered doing them, specifically during the first week after the painful no-show of her last day, but she decided against in and focused on the positive notes.

Dwelling over negatives wouldn’t turn around the fact that someone as great as Martin Ødegaard was destined for someone his calibre, someone that was definitely not Eve.

So it didn’t make any sense when she found Martin, already leaning against his car with hands in his pocket—undoubtedly hiding them against the cold air of a very early morning—as she walked down the porch of her flat. From where she stood, frozen at the unprecedented event unfolding before her eyes, his side profile gave away nothing but pursed lips, like he was holding off his thoughts from spilling.

Oh, how much Eve wanted a penny for that beautiful mind of his.

But she couldn’t. Unlike the night of the Christmas gala, Martin revoked her access to them. What used to be something easy for Eve to read between the lines was now guarded by a fence so high it put Wall of China to shame.

“Martin,” At his name being called, the owner of the name stood up straight, and—god damn it—Eve’s heart raced at the movement, for it reminded her of what happened between them in front of that sketchy backdoor toilet. “What are you doing here?

Despite being missing on action for weeks, Eve hated how much Martin still affected her, body and soul. She wasn’t even nearby Martin, distance between them were about 100 metres but might as well have the Atlantic between them like they used to be.

But no matter the palpable distance between where they respectively stood, Martin, on the other hand, would always be able to pick up her signature breathy voice that went only slightly above a whisper. It was the very sound he didn’t know he could miss hearing.

Like she was breathless, like he’d taken her breath away. The same way she did his.

If only he could tell her that… But instead of mulling over endless possibilities that couldn’t happen—not when Eve herself didn’t give them a chance, something she’d blatantly said at the end of Christmas gala—Martin stuck to the one thing he excelled at; choosing reality.

“Angel,” Words flowed effortlessly from Martin’s mouth but his smile was rather tight on the corners, and Eve hated it already when she knew first hand how blinding his real, true smile could be. “I see you’re going to the flower market.”

Had Eve’s eyes not focused on taking in Martin’s appearance, she would’ve swooned at the fact Martin remembered her little peculiar antics of getting a fresh set of flowers every Sunday from the flower market.

But his dishevelled presentation, so striking to the well-kempt display he always had everywhere, stole away her attention. It wasn’t only the mess on top of his hair, of his blonde locks gone astray to every direction; it was also the garments he threw on without a care in the world, all in black, like he was mourning.

His blue eyes descended to the deepest pit of the ocean, no longer shining in the glint she loved the most, especially bright against low lights. Like those eyebags were swallowing them whole, like those eyebags were a blackhole instead of dark circles.

His cheeks sunken, no longer protruding as high as a skyscraper, so different to the image of a Viking everyone labelled the captain as. If Eve didn’t know any better, she would’ve guessed Martin had undergone those cosmetic surgery of buccal fat removal.

He looked so haggard, as if he’d lost weight; exhaustion personified. She could only wonder why—perhaps Arsenal’s losing strike took a toll on him—since asking his well-being was not on the cards anymore, not since they stopped pretending to be lovers, not since Martin didn’t give them a chance.

Martin took his open opportunity when they fell into a pregnant silent. “I’ll take you there.”

“Why are you here?”

“I said I’m taking you to the flower market,” He said, as easy as the wind breezed past them. “What kind of boyfriend am I to let my girlfriend to roam around such crowded places so early in the morning?”

The indifference he showed, both in words and action, caught her off-guard. He was back to display the whole no-shit-sherlock attitude around her, complete with the expressionless face, like she should know the most obvious fact, and Eve had to remind herself that this was the real Martin, not the one that fooled everyone attending the Christmas gala.

Including Eve herself.

“You’re not my boyfriend, Martin.”

“In the eyes of the public, I am,” Martin shrugged his shoulder so nonchalantly, as if it didn’t hurt Eve to know he was doing just fine barging into her life like it was the most natural thing to do for him. “My family included.”

Wait, what?

“I need your help,” He continued, his hands moved from the pockets of his jacket to the pockets of his jeans. It scared Eve when he said those massive, literally burdensome words with squared shoulders and calm demeanour and collected composure—she felt like she was his opponent on the pitch. “My family went to the game today, only to be ambushed by many congratulations that I’ve scored a wonderful, lovely match of a girlfriend. One that that they don’t know of because it’s one I never tell them—”

“Because she doesn’t exist.”

“She did during the gala, but that’s not the point,” Martin had to grind out his teeth from the inside, the perfect epitome how her words gnawed his heart from inside out because while they were nothing but facts, it didn’t make them any less hurtful to him—and to what could’ve been between them. “They want to have lunch with you today.”

Martin let out the last sentence with a heavy puff of breath. With the way his jaw ticked tightly, Eve could tell he hated saying that, like he’d take any other option but to ask her to pretend once more if he had the chance.

Maybe he’d told his family about us pretending but his family didn’t accept such a ridiculous pretense that they forced him to talk to her, and that the lunch was merely their effort to amend them. “You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was,” See, he even wished to have nothing to do with me anymore. Did he hate me so much? “You should know by now that being honest with you is something I wish to uphold.”

 “Even when our relationship is a farce?”

Martin didn’t have the heart to answer it, and Eve didn’t have the heart to acknowledge the pregnant silence.

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“You had a game today, you’re supposed to be resting.”

Boyfriend or not, Martin really intended to come along by Eve’s side to the flower market, despite her initial protests and complaints. No one in the right mind went to the flower market alone at 2 in the morning, without a proper transportation on top of that.

Taxi and Uber certainly didn’t count as a safety mode of transportation for Martin. You never know what can possibly happen in that small space of four-wheeler—we’ve seen too much of real-life cases that happens to women.

I’ve been doing this for ages, but she failed to realise that just because something never happened to her, it wasn’t going to happen. In Martin’s defence, he had a sister himself and he didn’t want anything bad happen to Eve the way he didn’t want them to happen to his sister.

I am used to this, Martin, but she didn’t have to get used to those things. She didn’t have to get used to all these dangerous things she downplayed as normalcy because he knew that she had the options, she’d definitely want to take the tube or buses. She could be having what her heart desires—she should be.

No matter what went down between them at the end of the day, Martin would certainly give her a flak if she settled with someone less than what she deserved.

And no, that lucky bastard didn’t have to be Martin.

It wasn’t going to be Martin anyway, Eve made it clear at the very end of their contractual relationship once a long while ago.

“Can’t sleep well lately, anyway.”

Martin’s phlegmatic manner was now in sync—his actions were now as schooled as his facial features. His hands ran down the flower petals thoughtlessly, not giving anything of his mind away, just like his hardened expressions. Aloof, and Eve took it as a sign to reduce her small talks.

“You should see Doc about it.”

“You think I haven’t done that?” Eve’s hearts plummeted along with the way he sputtered the words, as if she should be smarter about the whole ordeal, and this time Eve was the one who had to school her expression so Martin couldn’t see her disappointment towards his attitude—he must not see them. The last time she gave away too much of her, she ended up doing rom-coms marathon with a tube of Ben n Jerry’s. “Doc’s prescribed me something but it’s no use,”

It might be the stress talking…, Eve tried to reason with herself.

“I don’t see the point of meds, to be honest,” Martin let out another heavy sigh as his hand ran through his hairs, messing them in frustrations. “Not when I’ve been restless since you’re gone.”

How could she possibly have a proper response to that?

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“There they are!”

Martin didn’t even have the chance to open Eve’s door completely before his mother ran down the porch towards his car to engulf Eve in the warmest hug Eve had ever gotten from a woman. Funny—despite never meeting his mother before, Eve had the most familiar feeling around her, like they were old friends reunited, and she didn’t know what to feel.

Partly because she didn’t share the same sentiment with her own mother, partly because she felt guilty that his mother had already welcomed her in this house like she was truly Martin’s girlfriend when, in fact, she wasn’t even close to what the word meant.

It didn’t even take his mother a minute to lead her towards the house, like she owned the residential instead of a visiting his son’s abode, asking if Eve had any food allergy that she should be aware of. That was amongst the things she questioned; others were trivial questions in order to get to know his son’s girlfriend.

With the swift pace his mother was speaking, though, Eve had to look beyond his mother’s shoulder to throw a help-me look to Martin because there was no way she could survive this on her own.

Eve couldn’t bring to hate herself for always seeking Martin’s aid this time around, no matter how much she wanted to be free of him. Like she promised herself internally just before she plopped down beside Martin on the passenger seat.

“That’s enough, mamma,” Martin strode his way towards the two of them, one hand reached for his mother’s that was grippling the life of Eve to set Eve free, before both hands clenched her shoulder gently. “She hasn’t even taken off her coat, but she’s allergic to shrimp and other soft-shell seafood.”

“Oh no, I’ve made crayfish—”

“It’s okay, she can have your venison,” Eve didn’t have time to discern anything because everything happened at the same time she didn’t even have time to breathe, not even the fact that Martin had gained information on her allergies, so she was lucky Martin took over the conversation. She shed her coat when Martin wordlessly tugged the wool piece, both of their eyes still set on the powerhouse that was his mother, and at that interaction, the matron smiled wider. “By the way, my mother makes the best venison, solskinn. Glad you can finally try them.”

“Ah, the infamous roasted venison you love? What’s that called again?”

“Dyresteg,” His mother answered for her, before Martin could have the chance. At the speed of lightning his mother unknowingly possessed—at least, one that he got to know of until today, in front of Eve, more over—Martin forced himself to look up from the set of eyes that reminded him of the deer but belonged to Eve. “I see that Martin’s told you about his soulfood.”

“He can’t shut up about it,” Eve elbowed Martin teasingly and the man replied by faking pain at it, which resulted in them both laughing without constraint. Without an underlying justification called fake dating between them. “Maybe I should learn one thing or two while the master is here so I can cook them for you.”

“That’s—” Eve’s response, however, startled both Martin and his mother. While Martin was rather taken aback at the genuine tone Eve used—because now he really couldn’t draw the line which one was the real Eve, unlike the night of the Christmas gala—his mother was caught off guard because she couldn’t recall the last time someone had ever offered to do such thing for Martin. Living in a different country meant she couldn’t cook her son’s favourite dish whenever she wanted to, and so far the girlfriends her son managed to take home didn’t care about anything beyond the luxury he could give them. “That’s very lovely of you. I hope you bring your notes.”

But to say she liked Eve already would be an understatement. Eve didn’t make it difficult to take her into everyone’s good side, as well, and as a mother, Eve had nailed in the moment she typed down every instruction she was giving Eve to make the perfect dyresteg. And maybe also little moments where Martin stole little pecks on her cheeks from behind whenever he was getting his brothers and sisters something from the fridge—because she knew her son only did that out of gratitude, the same way he used to do it to his mother whenever she was cooking this particular favourite dish of his.

At one point of cooking, everyone was flocking the kitchen and before they knew it, Martin’s brothers and sisters were already drilling the Norwegian captain’s embarrassing stories during childhood.

“Do you remember the time where he got lost because he followed someone he thought was mamma?”

“No way!” Eve’s eyes bulged out in pure surprise that Martin couldn’t help but laugh, instead of stopping his older brother’s beginning of Martin’s most embarrassing anecdote. “What happened?”

Martin’s mother noticed Eve’s focus was slowly shifting from dyresteg to the tale Christoph was giving so she dismissed the younger woman, only for Eve to realise there was no seat left on the kitchen island.

Martin didn’t think twice to pull her by the waist towards him, “Come here.”

“This feels oddly familiar,” Eve laughed under her breath, not wanting to disrupt Christoph’s flow in retelling his story, but enough only for Martin to hear, as she settled in the room between his legs. “Don’t tell me to sit on your lap again this time, we have your youngest sister watching.”

“Yes, mother,” Their position, her back on his front, eased up Martin’s way to reply her in a whisper, and they fell back to the smooth flow they had constructed during the Christmas gala. “I will behave.”

And behave he did. Without further words, Martin gave up his seat for Eve while he stood by behind her. His mother didn’t miss the way Martin never let go of Eve, always having an arm around the woman’s waist at least.

She also didn’t miss the way they’d look at each other when laughing, the way her hand covered the one Martin was placing around her hips, or the way he’d kissed the small spot on the temple above her ears while she stroke his square jawline back and forth. At one point, Eve laughed so hard at Christoph’s story that Martin had to envelope her into a back hug and hid himself in the crook of her neck so naturally it almost felt like watching water moulding into a medium’s shape.

She wanted to be jealous, as a mother, but she realised that her son was slowly building a life—his own life—here with someone he truly loved, and as a mother, she couldn’t be happier than knowing someone had taken care of her son very well, especially when he was living too far from her for a mother’s liking.

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“Let me help you with that.”

Eve almost dropped the plate on her hands at Martin’s voice creeping from behind. She insisted on washing the dishes—or putting them to the dishwasher, depends on your standard—not because she wanted to play the good girlfriend card, but because she was raised that way; if someone else cooks, dishes are on her shoulder.

She was used to be misunderstood by other about it but before she could explain herself, Martin stepped in and said, “Let her be, Mom. She’s always like that and I can never win.”

Creepy would be an understatement of how well Martin knew things she never had disclosed to anyone.

“You should’ve told me you have such a big family,” Eve tried to break the ice that stood between them, so thin it was barely there, but present nonetheless, especially with the way they stood so close with one another. Shoulder to shoulder, Martin reached for utensils and ceramics Eve finished cleaning. “I would’ve come more prepared in facing your brothers and sisters.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Martin said, and although Eve didn’t see them, she could sense a small smile blossomed in his face. “I hope they don’t overwhelm you.”

“Not at all,” But Eve had to chuckle because come to think of it, Martin’s brothers and sisters could be overwhelming. Maybe they’d got under her skin if she was not pretending to be Martin’s girlfriend. “They’re all so fun to be around with. I wish I have siblings to banter with like yours.”

Martin laughed at Eve’s teasing jab. He could never live down the stupid anecdotes his siblings shared when he was just a kid, could he now?

“So grateful you don’t work at Arsenal anymore,” He crouched down to insert all of the cleaned dishes to the dishwasher. “What a disaster if you spill them to everyone at Colney.”

It wasn’t supposed to rub Eve in all the wrong way but it somehow did. Was he that truly glad to be rid of her?

“Please don’t let me stop that.”

Eve looked up to Martin, who was now standing towering over her, eyes zeroed down on her with a look she couldn’t decipher. And maybe she didn’t want to figure out what lied beneath them, for she was terrified the answer would only hurt her. It was something she found out just now that Martin was rather good at it.

She gave him a small smile to hide what she was thinking, grounding herself to not give any piece of her away and reminding herself the last time she did give herself away, and Martin already hated them. Eve and coerced smile didn’t belong in the same sentence. “Stop what?”

“You smiling. I’ve missed that a lot.”

*solskinn means sunshine in norwegian.

[lost-in-prose]

Orientation “Week”

I don’t know what kind of preppy, rich, crackhead hellscape I have managed to get myself into, but I know one thing for certain: this school is dope. 

Now, since I am unequivocally horrible at writing out little excerpts of my time here, I will compact this tomfoolery into pulled points. It is as follows:

was told I have a nice accent by someone who is from Georgia (???)

called “ma’am” by a guy that is 100% older than me

has a stash pile of donuts in my room (3 boxes)

met a guy who was so energetic I’m pretty sure he’s on all the drugs

same guy argued with a figure skater in Russian (neither are Russian)

said figure skater is friends with a bunch of Olympic Gold athletes

became friends with a girl from Vietnam

watched a bunch of shirtless guys play an exaggerated game of invisible tennis, the net and ref tower being shirtless dudes as well

spun around in a chair so much that I almost threw up in a Walgreens parking lot

had a pickup line competition in front of the entire freshmen class and one dude said “I’m no doctor but I’m fairly certain you’ll get at least one inch tonight” 

found out “National Ghost Hunting Day” and “National Mashed Potato Day” is on our campus calendar 

ran for my life from a sprinkler

broke my dorm room lock

lock got fixed

only to accidentally lock ourselves out because it didn’t work again

found a pair of soaked underwear in the middle of our shower room 

found out someone got an alcohol violation on the first night here

ATE SNOCONES

obtained an obnoxious shorts tan line

drank over 140 fl oz of water in the span of 12 hours

woke up at 5 am, went to go wash my face because that’s what you do, found someone vacuuming our hall

got a football launched at my face (I was sitting on a balcony in an auditorium)

popped a blood vessel in my eye somehow

so many sex jokes like what the ass people (BY THE ORIENTATION STAFF IN FRONT OF EVERYONE)

Had someone tell me they could fit 87 skittles in their mouth as an introduction

That’s it for now, but I will definitely have more later on. I have 2 more days of the bullshit and I just have a feeling that tonight its gonna get wild 

[resinatingbeauty]

~•The Essentials For Your General Magick Cabinet •~ 

I create intuitively chosen mystery ensembles inspire by the occult, witchcraft, and mythology where many of my own handcrafted creations fill the box in my Etsy shop, thus, I often am asked by those new to Witchcraft or who are beginning to explore different aspects of their spiritually to include 'the essentials', or whatever it is I think would benefit someone who is just delving into the world of new age spirituality and witchery.

It doesn't matter what books you read or blogs you may follow, there always seems to be some inconsistencies here and there regarding what tools are 'essential' for a beginner. Sure, there's a lot regarding the altar and shrine set up, but what if you do not have the space to dedicate to an altar? What if you prefer to perform your craft on the fly, or find yourself leaning toward secular practices rather than devoting yourself to deity worship? 

The handful of tools and supplies I have put together here covers pretty much any ordinary practice that would take place in any spell or ritual and give you an inexpensive basis from which you may build upon as you continue learning, practicing, and exploring what ignites your spark and helps to recover your light. :) 

•White Candles or Tea Lights (And Matches or a Lighter)- One may enter any Family Dollar or Dollar Tree and find multipacks or single white candles or tea lights in abundance. Many spells call for a specific colored candle to be used that corresponds with the purpose or intentions to be expressed or manifested. This extends beyond what is known as 'candle magick' and falls into a category I personally just learned was called 'sympathetic magick'- which is a fancy word for choosing spell or ritual tools, components, and supplies that have some kind of symbolic or intrinsic association to what you desire. The act of creating the right atmosphere for manifesting your will is a type of magick unto itself that can extend well beyond an altar or shrine. Picking the corresponding moon phase, time of day and day of the week, herbs, oils, and candle colors are all forms of sympathetic magick, with candle color probably being the easiest aspect to understand and acquire. White Candles may be substituted for any colored candle that a spell or ritual may call for, as white is considered the absence of color, you may imprint upon it whatever color you desire it to be. This kills the need for a large stash of chime candles or votives of all different colors. Sure, it's nice to have the appropriate color a spell calls for and having such in your possession does help conjure the atmosphere whoever created the spell intended to conjure, but in a pinch, any white candle or tea light with something to light them with will work just as well as that pink or red candle for your love spell or whatever it may be you are attempting. 

•Clear Quartz Crystals- Clear Quartz only recently became semi-scarce due to over mining and demand, though one may still purchase Clear Quartz crystal points in bulk for around $10-15 for a 100 gram bag on Amazon and beyond, where if you prefer raw stones over tumbled and polished, you may be able to get them even cheaper. Clear Quartz is believed to be the 'Master Healer' by Reiki Masters, as it possesses many different healing properties in addition to cleansing, grounding, and aligning the chakras. In witchcraft, Clear Quartz is used in many different rituals as it is an amplifier of energy that can enhance the efficacy and success rate of spells and manifestations aside from amplifying the energy of any and all other components and crystals around it. Clear Quartz may be readily substituted for any crystal, should a crystal be called for in any sense, and its abundance in nature and online make it an essential choice for having on hand for everything from creating Charging or Moon Water, creating crystal grids, talismans, spell jars, mojo / Gris Gris bags, or simply placing in your home or on your altar to help facilitate whatever you may be attempting to conjure or manifest at any time. 

•Olive Oil- it's no joke that essential oils, especially those that are organic or completely natural and high quality are quite expensive. If one were to purchase even just the handful of essential oils commonly mentioned in most witchy books, occult texts, and herbalist grimoires, you would be looking at a good $30-$60 investment for the basics. Olive Oil, on the other hand, may not be particularly cheap at the grocery store, but when you consider the amount you get for the price compared to the .33fl oz bottles of essential oils, you are getting quite a bargain and a tool that may be substituted for any particular oil something may ask you to use, including for dressing / anointing candles and ritual tools. The ancient Greeks and Romans often used Olive Oil as an offering to the Gods, and it has long been considered a sacred nectar in many different religions. If you already have a selection of essential oils, you may use Olive Oil as a carrier oil to make them last longer by diluting them and rebottling them or to make your own essential oil blends and ritual oils. Olive Oil is naturally pure and will allow your oil blends to work with most diffusers and burners while providing a hypoallergenic carrier option should you wish to apply any to your skin. 

•Salt- So many things salt may be used for and so many reasons to keep a stash of salt around set aside for spiritual endeavours. Sea Salt in particular is a component of many spells, rituals, potions, and magickal concoctions. It is representative of the element of Earth and is associated with many simple practices you can easily integrate into your daily rituals for cleansing, banishing, and protection. Using salt for cleansing offers a no-burn, inexpensive, sensitivity friendly option for the modern witch that can be purchased on the cheap virtually anywhere that sells things.

•Sage- The next few items are more essential for the diligent witch putting together their toolbox, as one can avoid the herbal aspects of witchcraft entirely if they desire to with many more modern texts not blending the old world concepts of herbalism/ old world medicine being akin to magick. Sage is often burned for cleansing purposes, either in smudge or incense form, but it may also be substituted for any herb a spell may call for, provided you are not trying to concoct a definitive product or recipe as a result. Sage may be easily grown within your own home- I myself have a common Sage plant I grow indoors and have been reading the benefits ever since I purchased the starter from a small nursery in Kentucky, as I never seem to have any luck sprouting seeds myself. Sage may be added to spell jars and the like as easily as one would add a handful of crushed Clear Quartz for the added benefit of maintaining a cleansed vessel for manifestation. Sage incense may also be substituted the same way.

•Roses- Roses and Rose Petals have always been associated with love spells and love potions, but many do not realize that Roses have a positive energy so profound, that vibrates on so many levels, that they may be adapted to serve virtually any purpose in any spell or spiritual practice, not just spells associated with love, romance, or sexuality. 

•A Bell or Bells- Whether you wish to drop the money on an intricate antique or visit your local consignment store or dollar store and pick up some used school bells or jingle bells, the bell and bells are probably the most underrated tool a witch can utilize, like, ever. Bells have a long multicultural history of providing blessings of prosperity, protection, and good luck, with many beliefs rooted around the belief that the ringing of a bell resonates throughout the fabric of the cosmos, reverberating across space and time. Percussive instruments, as bells are, are often used for cleansing rituals and spiritual healing. It is often stated that ringing a bell 'resets' the atmosphere and energy around you, effectively banishing negativity and providing a blank slate for conjuring new energy and any other spiritual activities. Don't balk at the bells! 

If you're the creative type, you may create what are known as 'Witch's Bells,' often made from wreaths or braided twine, beaded rings, etc with three or more bells attached meant to be hung off the doorknob of the entrance to your space or they may be made as a handheld tool to be used for regular rituals. These are then blessed or enchanted in some way that depends on the practitioner and the purpose they wish them to serve. 

What about those of us that have limited storage space? Or those that may not be able to light candles or incense due to living arrangements or allergies? This is where myself and many others can step in and offer you a hand. In my own shop, I offer hand crafted and personalized / customized spell kits created for your specific needs that will provide you all the materials for any specific spell or ritual you desire. There are other sellers that offer similar options, some that are personalized and others more general, but if you are looking for something more 'disposable' to be at your disposal at any given time, this may be worth looking into. 

My own spell kits range anywhere from $12-$35 depending on what it is you request and the materials you require. As I cater to all skill levels and handicaps in terms of what one can feasibly perform or utilize in any given situation, if you do happen to have a particular spell in mind but have no idea how to proceed in your current situation,I will be more than happy to consult with you and hand select or create a spell kit with detailed instructions and tools to aid you on your spiritual journey, regardless of your destination. As I take great pleasure in assisting others in manifesting their dreams and desires, I will always work with you and put your needs above your budget. 

Just some food for thought for those of you who have been blindly purchasing items for spells or spiritual endeavours to have on hand 'just in case' and to remind everyone that magick and successful manifestation is less about the 'stuff' and very much about your intentions when using it to conjure energy and become the catalyst for change, however you proceed to do so. 

Wishing everyone a blessed weekend and throwing a friendly reminder out there that the current sale that has been ongoing in the shop will be ending soon- this will be the last until next month so please take advantage if you have had your eye on something. I will be retiring some older designs at the end of September 2021 for recreation / re imagining and to pursue new and better concepts to take other's places. These designs will go on one last farewell sale during the month for a good 25%-50% off until they are sold out. As always, I appreciate everyone's support of my Craft and crafts. It has been a pleasure to work with and get to know so many amazing people! A dream come true to do this full time!

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Mistletoe

Pairing: Jamie Benn x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: swearing, fluff, a little bit of sad Jamie, a lot of teasing Tyler

Summary: Tyler is tired of his two best friends dancing around their feelings for each other and takes matters into his own hands by deliberately placing mistletoe above them.

A/N: This is day 11 of starduststarkey’s 12 days of Christmas fics. Check my masterlist for more!

“Dude, what are you doing?” Jamie asked, watching as Tyler attempted to hang a bundle of mistletoe above the front door. “Are you serious? Take that down.”

“It’ll be funny,” Tyler laughed. 

“No it won’t. You’re tricking everyone who probably doesn’t want to be together into being together with that thing. And what happens when you get two people under it who aren’t a couple? Don’t you think they’re going to be pissed at you?”

Tyler rolled his eyes. “Lighten up, Benn.”

Jamie narrowed his eyes at Tyler. Lighten up. Yeah. How was he supposed to lighten up after being dumped two weeks before Christmas? He had already gotten her several gifts, already told his parents she would be joining him this year and was so excited to bring her home. He had the whole thing planned out. And then 6 days ago he came home and all of her things were gone and he was left with a note that said she couldn’t do this anymore, that they were moving too fast and things were getting too serious. But he should definitely lighten up. 

“Sorry. Forgot,” Tyler mumbled, remembering the entire reason Jamie was here helping him decorate in the first place. Tyler took the mistletoe down from above the front door, stashing it back in the box of decorations. 

Jamie knew he should apologize too. He didn’t need to go off on Tyler like that. Tyler was just trying to make the night fun.

Jamie gave a half hearted apology that Tyler brushed off and when he grabbed another piece of decoration he picked up the mistletoe with it, deciding to leave it in the main room for people to use for their own enjoyment.

—

You rang Tyler’s door once and then again, something you’d always done when you’d stopped by, a little trick to let him know it was you. The party wouldn’t start for another hour and a half but you made sure to bring enough food for double the entire Stars roster and then some.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Tyler said upon opening the door. 

He nearly gasped seeing the container of cookies you had brought. “You even made cookies!”

“Of course.”

Tyler grabbed a few of the bags, closing the door behind you. 

“Jamie’s here too, by the way.” Tyler said, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“He is?” Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name and you tried not to sound so happy. “How’s he been since… you know.”

“Mopey. But I’m sure he’ll be happier when he sees you.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach when Jamie came to the kitchen and lifted you into a crushing hug. 

—

Jamie couldn’t stop staring at you as you set up the kitchen. He was still helping Tyler with the living room area and the gaming area but kept turning around and smiling as you moved effortlessly around.

“Dude,” Tyler said, punching his arm.

Jamie’s cheeks turned red. Tyler was like a big brother to you. When he moved to Dallas you had moved in with him, going to school, working part time, and watching the dogs when he was gone. With the amount of time Jamie spent with Tyler, it wasn’t a surprise the two of you had grown close as well.

“Tell her,” Tyler whispered.

Jamie shook his head. “I don’t think she sees me like that.”

Tyler raised one eyebrow at him. “Uh… yeah. She does.” 

“Really?”

Tyler looked in your direction, catching you staring this time. You turned away quickly, pretending you weren’t just caught.

“Yeah,” Tyler laughed. “So you should tell her tonight.”

“I… I’ll think about it,” Jamie said

—

You barely noticed the party dying down; people slowly trickling out. All the while you were on the loveseat with Jamie, both deep in conversation about holiday plans, that had slowly drifted down memory lane. 

“Nothing will ever beat playing Winter Classics on new years day though,” Jamie said.

“That game was amazing,” you replied. “I still don’t know how I’m going to repay you for getting me tickets.”

“You’re not,” Jamie laughed. “Well unless…” he began but trailed off. 

“Unless what?” You asked. Seriously if there was any way for you to repay Jamie for those tickets, you would. 

“Nothing. Never mind,” Jamie said, shaking his head.

“Jame!” You swatted at his arm and begged,“tell me!”

“Okay… those cookies you made tonight. If you make me some, that’ll be payment.”

You didn’t believe that was the original thing he was thinking of. But you weren’t going to press it. “When do you leave for home?” You asked.

“Tuesday,” he said.

“I’ll bring some by on Monday. Then you can take them with you.”

“Really?” Jamie gasped, wrapping you in a hug. “You’re the best ever!”

Mid hug you heard someone clearing their throat. You jumped away from Jamie, turning your head, and finding Tyler behind the couch. 

Tyler’s eyes averted to above you and Jamie. Attached to the end of a fishing pole was a bundle of mistletoe. 

Although you couldn’t see it you knew your face was bright red. You could feel the warmth radiate from your cheeks, to the tips of your ears and down your neck.

“Tyler,” you started.

“What?” he laughed.

“I told you to put that thing away,” Jamie said.

“Yeah, funny story. I clearly remember putting it away, but then I found it on my coffee table. So obviously someone didn’t want it put away, or else they wouldn’t have gotten it back out of the decoration box and left it on the coffee table.”

It was Jamie’s turn to blush.

Tyler sighed. “Look, I’m so tired of the both of you playing this just friends game. You both like each other. And don’t deny it because I know. I’ve heard the way y’all talk about each other.”

You looked toward Jamie. Although you had your suspicions before, they went away once he got together with his now ex. Your crush on him never went away though. You felt destined to always be just friends, that your feelings would never be reciprocated.

Jamie had his bottom lip between his teeth. Your heart sunk as you started thinking that maybe your suspicions were right. Maybe he didn’t actually like you and what he had told Tyler was a crush that he had gotten over.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked suddenly, putting a halt to your wandering thoughts.

You nodded. The next second his hand was cupping your cheek and his lips were on yours. You had completely forgotten about the party and where you were, and about Tyler behind you two until he started whistling.

It was a quick kiss, but nothing short of amazing. You’re sure it would’ve lasted longer if Tyler wasn’t being obnoxious in the background. 

“I took some pictures for ya,” Tyler beamed. “So you’ll always remember your first kiss.”

You rolled your eyes, although you were incredibly happy. You couldn’t wait to see them.

Tyler grabbed the fishing pole he had rigged up, finally moving the mistletoe out from above your heads. You glanced around the room, noticing that it was just you and Jamie left. You wondered what time it was, and how lost in conversation you and Jamie had been.

Jamie didn’t say anything, simply rose from the couch and held his hand out to you to help you up too. Panic coursed through you again. Maybe this was just a one time thing. Maybe he only did it to get Tyler off his back.

“Do you need a ride home?” Jamie asked.

You shook your head. 

“Well… can I walk you to your car then?”

You nodded that time, heading to Tyler’s coat closet to collect your stuff.

“Bye Ty!” you called, finding him in the kitchen.

“What? You’re not gonna help me clean up?” He whined.

“Nope,” you laughed. You gave him a hug as he stepped closer to you. “Have a good Christmas.”

“You too.”

“Good?” Jamie asked when you had walked out again.

“Wait. You’re not staying either?”

Jamie laughed at Tyler’s disappointment. “I’ll be back. Just gonna walk Y/N to her car,” he said.

Tyler shot him a wink, making him blush once again. 

--

“I’ll bring you those cookies on Monday,” you said once you had reached your car. “Want or need anything else?”

“Actually, yeah.” Jamie kicked at a rock that was next to his feet, averting his eyes to the ground before back up at you. You gave him a questioning look, waiting for him to continue. “Come early. Have coffee and breakfast with me.”

“Like as a date?” You asked.

Jamie nodded. “Yeah. Like as a date.”

“Will there be mistletoe?” You teased.

“Do I need mistletoe to kiss you?” Jamie asked. You shook your head. “Good,” he said. “Because I wanted to do this, without Tyler being a paparazzi.” 

Jamie placed both hands on your waist this time, bending down as you stood on your toes. The second kiss was even better than the first and knowing Tyler wasn’t there to interrupt or take pictures or tease made it better.

It could’ve been thirty seconds or it could’ve been five minutes you weren’t sure but you were definitely breathless by the time you both pulled away.

“I’ll see you on Monday,” Jamie whispered, pecking your lips again. 

“Monday,” you said between another kiss.

“Drive safe.” Another kiss.

“Okay.” Kiss.

Clearly you both were making up for lost time. You laughed between kisses, tried to say your goodbyes, all the while neither of you made an effort to actually leave.

“Okay. Tyler. Needs. You,” you said, punctuating each word with another kiss.

“I. Need. You.”

You placed your hand on his chest after another long kiss, keeping the both of you separated.

“Monday. We can continue this on Monday.”

Jamie nodded, taking a step back from you despite not wanting to.

“Monday.”

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face as you climbed into your car. Jamie waited in the driveway, watching as you pulled off the lot.

As you watched his disappear in your rear view mirror you had two thoughts:

1- You were so thankful for Tyler.

2- You couldn’t wait for Monday. 

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Carl Barks: Back to the Klondike Review: Blinkus of the Thinkus

Welcome one and all! If your a longtime reader of this blog, you know I love a good birthday celebration, having started with my first year reviewing animation last year with Donald’s and deciding to do Mickey and Scrooge’s later that year. But since I misseda  LOT of disney birthdays, and found several Non-disney birthdays and anniversaries I just gotta celebrate, this year i’m making it up and style and have a whole calender set up to tack these big milestones to the wall. So over the year expect tributes to the greats of disney, looney tunes, and mgm both behind and in front of the scenes, as well as to various shows I like. It’s gonna be a good time. 

So to start us off, it’s only fitting my first duck birthday since Scrooge, is for the love of his life and the stealer of his wallet, Glittering Goldie O Gilt! And I felt the best way to celebrate this storied day was to go back to her very FIRST apperance, one of earliest Scrooge headlined comics and a forever fan faviorite, Back to the Klondike!

But before we get into that, a little history on our gal in gold. Goldie was created for this story by comics god, the late great Carl Barks. Barks ended up just using her once, which is a shame but understandable as he probably only thought of her for that one adventure. While some characters like Gyro ended up being used again and again he probably just didn’t have any more stories in mind for her and figured Scrooge would return to her one day or he wouldn’t, but it wasn’t up to him.  Fans however loved the character, her feisty dynamic with scrooge, and the fact she brought out his good side, so naturally other writers would bring her back. In paticular Barks Superfan Don Rosa cemented her as the love of his life and wrote several more stories with her, fleshing out their backstory and saying that at least in his personal canon, Scrooge retired to spend his final years with her. And while his fanboy was clearly showing, and that can end nasitly just ask Dan “Hates Wally West because he’s not barry allen” DiDio, glad he’s gone.. Rosa’s work with goldie is an example of what happens when it’s done right. Less DiDio or Bendis and more Al Ewing. Using the continuity and what’s there to build on a character who deserved better.. to me that’s one of the BEST things you can do in comics and Rosa’s work is proof of that, ironing out the.. questionable elements we’ll get to and leaving the gold in.  So Rosa’s work combined with Ducktales not only adapting this story but bringing Goldie back a few times after that has elevated the character to a storied and permenat part of the duck canon, with her excellent heavily revamped Reboot counterpart currently carrying the torch with the help of the wonderful Allison Janey, perfect casting there. So with a legacy of gold behind her, let’s take a look at where it’s started and see if it still glitters after all these years under the cut. 

We begin our story at the Money Bin. Scrooge has been counting his money.. but has already forgotten, and forgot where he put the slip he wrote the number on and even forgets who Donald is when he shows up until Donald, while having some fun with him as Scrooge is trying to phone him while he’s right there. As for how he got into the most secure place in the bin.. the story actually answers that both worringly and hilariously: Scrooge left the door unlocked.  Naturally he’s not happy about this and Donald states the simple solution: Go see a doctor something’s CLEARLY very wrong, and the fact this could possibly be something like Demntia is VERY bad for someone who runs a zillion dollar company. Scrooge of course scoffs at “wasting his precious money” But Donald not only points out the obvious, that two bucks now saves him from having someone rob EVERYTHING, but Scrooge’s attempt to tie a string around his finger.. instead triggers a trap. And this entire sequence is decent with some good gags.. it’s just hampered a bit by making light of something that’s kinda bad. Not old people forgetting things.. but an old person with a disease as we find out forgetting things. Not helping is I laughed at first at the gags.. till I remembered a kind, old, friend of the family who had it and forgot me entirely by the end. So yeah, not the worst gags and the boxing glove and donald bits aren’t terrible, but it hurts now my brain’s made that connection. 

Our heroes head to the doctor’s office where Scrooge is diagnosed with... 

That.. might be the best name for a fictional illness i’ve ever heard in my life.. just inching out “Brain Cloud” and “Whale Cancer”. Still not the most SENSITIVE gag.. but it was the 50′s and mental issues weren’t given a lot of respect. IT’s why the above sequence and this whole part of the plot dosen’t scuttle things: It’s not the most repsectful.. but it wasn’t a time where these things were givne proper respect, treatment or knowledge, so barks wasn’t being an insentive douche on purpose, he just didn’t know. It dosen’t make it 100% okay btu it dosen’t wreck the story like say his blatant racist caractures in Voodoo Hoodoo. Seriously that’s.. not okay, and given he’s the kind of guy who researched locations he used, unlike with mental illness i expect BETTER of him than most men at the time. Still respect the guy, but it dosen’t mean i’ll overlook the fact he made some pretty bad mistakes. Same way while I love and miss Stan Lee I won’t ignore his blatant sexisim or racisim towards Chinese and Vitamise people. You CAN like a creator even if their work has some questionable and unjustifable elements, times do change and people do mamke mistakes when their young. It just depends on exactly WHAT they did or wrote that makes that distinctoin.  So on that bombshell, Scrooge is given medication after a needle gag. He needs to take his pills every 12 hours. It’s then he starts to remember something, mubling abotu skagway, goldie and dawson and telling Donald to get the boys, their going to Alaska! Once they get on the boat Scrooge explains: he remembered thanks to the medcince he left a stash of gold nuggets there from his prospecting days.. and part of why this story ended up being one of the single most important to Scrooge’s character. While it establishes some character traits, something I dind’t realize till wikipedia pointed it out, it also establishes Scrooge’s days as a prospector. While other things made him what he was and got him to that point as Don Rosa would later flesh out, it was his days in the yukon that, for better or worse defined who he is now and shaped him into the man he is today: Tough, fair, badass as all hell, mean as the devil and richer than god.  This time would be used a lot to set up stories, which made sense as it was the cleast and most agreed upon part of his past by all writers, and him at his abosltuely peak physically and mentally and the gold rush motif of the time perfectly fits someone defined by being rich. It’s also honestly nice that the Yukon is used, as Canada sometimes gets lost in the shuffle wise and hell until reading life and times I gneuinely had no idea what the Yukon was or where Calvin was headed when he and hobbes ran away from home. 

Scrooge also first mentions Goldie and while clearly remembering her fondly.. goes into a rant about her howing him a thousand dollars which has compounded to a billion the second the boys catch on he was sweet on her with Donald assuming he’s just not a good person. But this is really just setting up another vital part of his character and the other thing: his heart. Before he’d been show as a pretty heartless, greedy asshole. While the previous story, Only a Poor Old Man, had softened him up a bit, this is the first to show that beneath the pile of greed and mean lurks a decent human being. Just don’t tell anyone or he’ll throw his money at you.. then tell you to bring it back to him. It’s what makes the character who he is: he’s cruel, onrey and selfish.. but he CAN care when the chips are down and can do the right thing.. as we’ll see later. 

God I love the little poems Bill Watterson would put in the books. I didn’t as much as a kid, but god I do now. Anyways before our heroes can get going Yukon Ho, they stop in Skagway for suplies before heading out, Scrooge softing at taking a plane as “Soft” and him and the nephews hiking a week.. before running into the same flying service again, and finding out Scrooge OWNS it and forgot, because being scrooge he forgot to take his meds. Something I can relate to and i’m not proud of as staying on them is important to my well being. Seriously always take your meds. Unless their not working for you then talk with your doctor to get new ones. 

So we arrive in Dawson, as our heroes will have to walk rest of the day Scrooge takes the boys to the Black Jack Ballroom, which used to be a hot spot and was where he met Goldie for the first time. After another covering for his reminscing with greedy bollocks, he tells the boys the story.. one that was cut from the original printing despite introducing goldie and something the editors dind’t bother to tell carl till they berated him over trying to sneak a blackjack saloon and a kidnapping in there... and to them, or their long dead skeletons probably, I say. 

Yeah not wanting that in a kids story, while bollocks, tha’ts their perogative.. not having him send in replacement pages to keep story flow.. is dickish and underestimates kids intellegence as Don Rosa, while loving the story felt something was off till he saw the missing pages years later thanks to a fellow fan. So yeah kids, and adults, into the work noticed. Nice job. Again I can’t BLAME them for not wanting Scrooge to be a kidnapper as we’ll see and Don Rosa had to massage the hell out of that, but I can blame them for not caring enough to fix the obvious hole int he story. Though it’s now complete and unabriged and has been since the 80′s so there's that. 

So in a nutshell Scrooge came to town for a coffee, and while the bartender ignored him he didn’t once he plunked down his goose egg nugget, what made his fortune and one of Scrooge’s most treasured possessions. It’s here we meet Goldie. 

Yup.. just in case you thought her being a thief and greedy as hell was a new thing, and I kinda forgot how much, she dirves for the nugget, has Coffee with scrooge.. and drugs it, but makes the mistake of NOT clearing town, so Scrooge fights his way through the ballroom to her, gets the nugget back, forces her to sign the money for the iou he spent.. and then uh.. kindaps her to force her to work on his claim for 50 cents to try and teach her how to work honestly. 

Yeahhhh as I said Don Rosa tried his best to fix this , and did so in his final story, which we’ll get to some day, revealing Goldie had a shot gun on her the whole time and was going along entirely to find out where Scrooge’s claim was. That.. actually makes more sense with the character and is far less horrifying and Scrooge finds this out fairly quick, so them forming an attraction out of this becomes 100% more plausable. So yeah good on Don Rosa for fixing the implications here. I may give out on him from time to time.. but he is a genuinely talented writer and did what a good comic book writer in an established continuity should do: update elements so they aren’t so... eugguuhhh after they become horrifingly outdated. And look YES she did do horrible shit to him.. but you still can’t kidnap someone over that. just put her in jail. What was any of that. 

Anyways Scrooge HAS been taking his medicine, and proves it by showing the boys his pills and the next day they head to Scrooge’s old claim.. only someone’s living there and using it, and his old cabin.. and a shot gun. Yeah so they aren’t getting through in the day what about the night.. well they get attacked by Blackjack, who turns out to be owned by the claim jumper.. and is also you know a bear> And Donald left his back in new quackmore so their outmatched. 

So outgunned and outplanned, if not outnumbered or outmanned, our heroes make a camp fire and whiel Donald again suggests the obvious, call the police.. Scrooge can’t. He didn’t pay taxes on the claim so he’s technically jumping his own claim and techincally she has a right to it. So techncially.. Scrooge is the bad guy here as he left the money here, didn’t pay his taxes and didn’t ever come back for it. Still beats trying to terrify your nephews or deny orphans a train because your an asshole buffet. 

So the next morning Scrooge dosen’t want to rush her because “We Daren’t Get Rough with an old woman”. Two things.. 1... think before you put images in my head scrooge.. brrrrrrrrr. I mean Goldie. is not in the best shape in thie story as you’ll see and neither are you. In the reboot sure you two kept up a lot better but here.

And it’s not even an old people thing. Ann Margret was still fine so fine by the time of Grumpy Old Men, not to get creepy jut to prove i’m not being ageist. For a still alive example Keith David is also still a smokeshow at the tender age of 64. So yeah, not an age thing just not these paticular old people. 

But they need a plan so the boy suggest luring the bear into a trap with honey. Donald and Scrooge build the cage while the boys.. find the jar of honey. 

Regardless since the boys won’t do it for what Scrooge pays and neither will donald Scrooge goes to lure the bear with the honey. Once that’s done, and Scrooge is being covered with honey and licked by a bear...

So while he washes that off, the boys come up with another plan: they run around back while Donald makes noise to draw Goldie’s fire, with that being Dewey’s plan to meet her since he’s figured this out already. But Goldie has a backup plan and when she figures out they disabled Blackjack unleashes mosquitos... ugh. Having been stung like hornets about 50 times in animal crossing I feel you boys. So while Scrooge and Donald run off naked... troy if you will. 

Thank you Troy, the boys confront Goldie who reveals her identity... and that she’s broke, her dance hall having failed with the rush and this claim being all she has.. and her suspecting scrooge woudl gladly take it. The boys vow not to tell scrooge.. but he’s on his way so they kinda have to and he primps to go visit and Donald starts to see through his BS about collecting the debt. Sure enough despite being taken aback by her putting on her old dress , he takes her for all she has and is.. genuinely suprised as she thought she’d have more and she’d actually changed since the old days, donating her profits to orphans from mining disasters. Scrooge.. is clearly rattled by this. Whiel it turns out to my shock he was clealry after the money, though givne who we’re dealing with I shoudln’t of been really, he still cares and still realizes he’s being kind of a dick. So he challengers her to a gold digging race, and if she wins the claim is hers and any gold she finds.. and naturally, while he seemingly puts her soemwhere where there isn’t she finds the claim and Scrooge bemoans not taking his pill.. but while the boys boo him for it, Goldie who fondly waves them off and Donald know better: Donald points out he counted the pills this morning.. and recently. SCrooge DID take one today... he’s just has his cane shoved firmly up his ass with pride so he coudln’t ADMIT he was wrong and instead simply staged that whole thing with the full knowledge Goldie would win. It, again, sets up one of his defniing traits; how he keeps people at arms length. How he’s just so proud and full of himself he can’t bear to admit anything resembling weakness.. but WILl find a way to do the right thing without that or forgoe it as a last resort. He may project being a stingy cretionus old man.. because he is.. but he’s got a heart as big as that nugget.. it’s just locked tight in it’s own bin... his body is complicated and weird that way Final Thoughts:

This story is a classic with a decent setup, great backstory for scrooge, and a great guest character and unquestionable impact on the character. However.. it does have it’s problem; As Don Rosa, who as i’ll remind you is both a huge barks fanboy and huge scoldie shipper, himself pointed out he wrote his final story, and had planned to for years ENTIRELY because this one never quite explains how Scrooge and Goldie went from old enmies to lovers.It did lead to one of his best stories and one of the first I read post life and times so, props to that. And of course as I pointed out some things have just.. not aged well, especially the kidnapping so their relationship kinda comes off like stockholm syndrom as a result of both of these. 

That being said.. warts and all.. it’s still a really damn good story and a good one to try if your intrested in barks work or where Goldie came from: it has adventure, some really good jokes and if you can get past the dated bits the plot is solid. And while it goes without saying i’ll say it anyway Barks art is goregous as always ESPECIALLY in the flashback sequence. Overall not the best AGED Scrooge story, though not the worst either see Voodoo Hoodoo, good god, but defintely a classic for a reason.  If you liked this review, follow me for more, and for more duck content as I still have more of the three cablleros to work through, another chapter of life and times coming up this week befor ewe break again for feburary, and some other fun stuff. Until the next rainbow, it’s been a pleasure. 

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟑: Killer King’s Final Challenge

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆! This chapter includes:

Committing the Crime of *****

Throwing Knives

Foul Language

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : “You came here to assist your boss at a party he’s invited to, not to solve a murder with a group of strangers you’ve just met. Yet here you are, staring at the dead mansion owner who hosted the party in the first place, surrounded by eight men with high statuses in society: and one of them is a murderer. The question is who? And can you solve the mystery without being killed yourself?”

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The banging on the door has stopped. When you peer under the door, there’s nothing indicating anybody is in the living room. Exhaling shakily, you grip the antique whistle you found stashed in the living room, and turn the doorknob.

You hear the lighter fluid in the jug Hyunjin’s carrying thumping, something he found while searching the tools shed. After Jeongin checks the remaining rooms downstairs, the box of matches rattling in his hand, and confirming that nobody is occupying them, the three of you run upstairs as quietly as you possibly could.

When you arrive at the top, you notice the room at the end of the corridor has a closed door, along with a light underneath it and hushed voices coming from inside. To your surprise, Jeongin takes off his shoes and silently enters a nearby bedroom, and comes out pushing a dresser out of the doorway. Hyunjin rushes to assist him, placing the jug on the ground and also taking off his shoes, dragging the dresser all the way to the door. The door being the one that the members’ entered through.

Step 1: Barricade the room the members are in.

They’re definitely talking about how the three of you have become a suspect, you think, but it doesn’t matter whether you’re a suspect in this house or not anymore. You’re doing whatever it takes to get out of this hell.

Hyunjin picks up the lighter fluid jug again, and makes his way over to the guest bedroom at the bottom right corner of the upstairs layout, right next to the staircase. Inside is a king sized mattress, along with various pieces of furniture all made out of mahogany wood. As the two men are incharge of lifting up everything, you take the time to grab Hyunjin’s jug out of his hands and unscrew the lid. Jeongin and Hyunjin remove all the pillows and blankets, stacking them in a corner of the room, and lifts up the mattress to carry it out into the hallway. Staring at the pile of luxurious comfort items, you messily dump the lighter fluid onto it, watching the liquid seep onto the carpet below.

You very clearly remember what Jeongin said earlier in the dining room, while the three of you formed this insane plan. “We aren’t trying to kill them, we’re just trying to escape.” You could definitely be cruel and flood the hallways with lighter fluid, guaranteeing their demise, but your senses come to you quicker than you can blink, agreeing with the boy immediately.

Step 2: Pour lighter fluid into an unoccupied room.

When you walk out of the room, to your pleasant surprise, the mattress fits perfectly to block the stairs. By now, Hyunjin is already downstairs once again, piling up couches and tables against the front door, but leaving a wedge to shuffle himself into the cracks. His shoes are already back on, but Jeongin’s holding his in his spare hand. He nudges for you to push the mattress aside and walk down the stairs as he lights a match in front of your eyes. Taking his signal, you squeeze yourself through the mattress, making sure to leave some space for Jeongin, and walk down the stairs with a fast pace. You nod at Hyunjin and both of you make yourself comfortable between the front door and the various tables and chairs Hyunjin was able to stack up, which somehow reach your head.

Steps 3, 4, 5: Block the entrance to the stairs, throw a lit match into the room, and barricade the front door.

At least thirty seconds past before Jeongin is seen running down the stairs, his shoes still in his hand, and he squishes next to you through the pile of furniture. He adjusts it so the three of you are officially locked into place.

“How many did you light?” Hyunjin asks curiously.

Jeongin holds up what looks like a peace sign with his hands while he puts his shoes on. “Two.”

Two? But you only placed lighter fluid on one patch of the ground. It doesn’t necessarily matter how many matches Jeongin lit, though, and instead you focus on your senses to wait for the signal.

You watch the staircase for any signs of light. Sniffing the air, you pray for the smell of smoke to come, and thankfully, it doesn’t take too long.

The sight of fire catches your eyes, and you blow on the whistle in your hands.

Step 6: Use the whistle to distract the members so they can spot the fire and put it out.

Thank heavens the whistle still works, as the sound pierces your ears while Hyunjin jiggles the key into the lock. You can hear the sound of voices bustling, trying to check out what caused the sudden commotion, but it’s no use. After blowing for what seems like minutes, the chilly weather and rainstorm meets your eyes and the three of you file out of the mansion.

Step 7: Flee.

“Should I light another match?” Jeongin shouts over the rain, and you and Hyunjin turn to face him.

“Just run, Jeongin!” The rain pours down into your eyes, hair, and clothes as you speak, and you find it hard to run with these formal shoes. Taking them off, you run right through the cobblestone path leading up to the mansion, and make your way to the tall, black fence surrounding the property. You silently thank the party guests who left the mansion three hours ago, as the gate to the mansion is wide open.

“Oh my god, this is it, oh my god-” Hyunjin is out of breath as he mutters words of disbelief.

It all ends, however, when a throwing knife lands right in front of your feet out of nowhere. You let out a yelp, backing up frantically, catching the other two’s attention. The three of you whip your heads behind you, and your voice gets caught in your throat.

Minho?

“The others have the fire covered. Don’t worry… Actually?” Minho chuckles, holding up a set of throwing knives in one hand as if they were a deck of cards. It dawns on you at that moment.

You’re right in front of the Killer King.

“They don’t have the fire covered. The entire upstairs is about to go down in flames, thanks to you three, but fortunately, I was able to get out in time! I applaud your efforts, but, it wasn’t enough to stop me from getting to you.” You hear Jeongin let out a curse next to you, and you don’t blame him.

The killer clears his throat, and places the knives back inside of his coat. “Let’s play a game?”

Minho doesn’t hear any response, yet he continues.

“If I hit all three of you before you’re able to run until… let’s say that road turn over there,” he points to the curve of the road, which stretches so far, you swear it’s one hundred yards away from your current standing. “Then you’ll have to turn around and face me. If I miss all three of you and you make it to that point over there, I’ll let you go.” He shrugs mischievously, and you can’t believe the offer he’s giving to you three. A gamble, you would even call it.

“And to make it clear…” He fetches out a single throwing knife out of his pocket and throws it near Hyunjin’s feet, making him let out a petrified scream as he jumps back.

“I have pretty good aim.”

Your feet are frozen onto the ground, taking in Minho’s hellish smirk. But before you can shout out a response, Jeongin mumbles a question so faintly to you and Hyunjin, you yourself almost didn’t catch it. His eyes shift over to the vehicle on his right, conveniently parked right outside of the fence, but facing the opposite way. Big tires, a hood, and glass windows.

“Does anybody know how to drive?”

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vault boy fanfic but i fixed it [fixed it as in i only fixed the smut part LOL]

It was your 19th birthday. Your best friend, Vault Boy had been planning you a surprise gift and he had wanted to make sure it was perfect. First, he'd take you to visit your favorite vendor and purchase anything you'd like. Next, he was going to bring you to a spot in the Savage Divide with the most beautiful view, Seneca Rocks. And finally, he was going to confess his romantic feelings towards you.

He had been friends with you since you were 11 years old, you two bumped into each other while you were running away from some Blood Eagles after they had raided your home. You were fatally wounded. Your abdomen was pouring blood after you had been nearly stabbed to death , but you just couldn't let them get you. You had to get away. That day that you two had met, his 12 year old self was already gaining feelings for you. After a stimpak and some painkillers, you two bonded over the fact that both your only loved ones had perished. The day after, you two were pretty much best friends. He took care of you and made sure you were never hurt that badly again. He's took many bullets for you, literally. He didn't care what happened to him just as long as you were safe and comfortable.He had wanted to pour his heart out to you for the longest time but he wanted it to be exactly when the time was right.

Your POV:

"Happy Birthday, [Y/N]!" your best friend of 8 years beamed at you as he hugged you tightly. You gave him a sweet smile as you got out of bed. "Thank you, VB." You said as you motioned for him to get out of your room so you could change from your nightwear to your combat armor to start the day. As soon as you were done, you opened the door and let him back in. "I have something I planned for you today." He blushed. "Oh really? What is it?" you asked. "I-I can't tell you it's a surprise!" He filled in as he regained his composure. "C'mon, let's go!" He grabbed your hand and rushed out outside of your camp.

No one's POV

About 25 minutes of walking later, and a few spent bullets on killing feral ghouls, you two had finally reached where he wanted to take you. He brought you to The Whitesprings so you could buy anything you desired. Your eyes lit up when he brought you inside and led you to the shops area.

"Now, go ahead and get anything you want, don't worry about the cost." he smiled at you and squeezed your hand. You reddened and gave him a quick peck on the cheek as a thank you and ran off to Live Chic to get some new attire. He followed after you and helped you pick out some clothes. "What do you think of this one?" you eagerly said as you held a light pink lacy nightgown against your body. His hazel eyes widened as he looked at your figure, imagining what you'd look like with just that on. The color on his rosy cheeks deepened as he looked at you. He noticed he was staring and replied to you in a swift manner. "I think that you'd look great in that, it-it really suits you..!" he stuttered as his heart rate quickened. 'Shit, I stared for too long! What if she thinks I'm weird? What if-' Vault Boy's rapid thoughts had been cut off by her replying to him. "You-You really think so? It makes my sides look big..." you blushed and muttered the last part as you stared at yourself in the mirror. "Yes [Y/N], I do feel like that would look amazing on you." He said as he moved your face from looking at the mirror to look at him. You stared him in the eyes and all you could see was honesty and truth. You smiled at him and looked back at the mirror. You let out a light giggle and said "Yeah, you're right, this does look nice on me." He gave you a lighthearted smile as you went to go pick out some other clothes. Once you were done with your shopping spree, he paid for all your expenses and even gave you an extra 700 caps.

"Where are we going now?" you asked curiously while putting away your new stuff in your stash box at the Whitesprings Train Station. "Somewhere I feel like you'll enjoy." He simply said, not wanting to give away any details. You gave him a questioning look and he gave you a smug one back. You both both started to your destination. In a smooth amount of time, you finally reached Seneca Rocks. He carried you up most of the way to the top of the steep mountain. Once you two reached the top, he let you go and brought you to a rock that allowed you to see the view of the scarlet sunset perfectly. As you laid your eyes on the setting sun, Vault Boy had his eyes on your face, which was lit up by the vermillion sunset. He couldn't help but look at your [E/C] eyes, intrigued at by how focused you were.

Vault Boy POV

I was so nervous, I didn't want to make a wrong move and ruin it for her so I just watched the sun with her. I wish I could know what was going through her head right now. How she felt about today. I zoned out and all of a sudden I felt her head on my shoulder. I turned to her as she turned to me. "Thank you for today, Vault Boy, I'm really grateful you planned a whole day just for me." She said in that sweet, sweet voice. I want to hear her say my name again. I love the way it comes out through her plump lips, I just want to kiss her until the end of time. I got up and pulled her up too. "Of course, I wanted you to have a good day today, so I just brought you out here." I replied. Now this is my cue. I have to tell her, now or never. "Listen [Y/N], there's something I've been keeping from you -" I was cut off as the rock beneath her crumbled and gave out. She slipped backwards into the air below. I tried to catch her but I was a second short. I didn't think at all and I just jumped down with her. Now we were both falling to our gory deaths. How romantic.

Your POV

I felt the ground below me crumble and a second later Vault Boy and I were falling down Seneca Rocks. I processed what was going on and I began to panic. "Are you crazy?! Why would you jump after I slipped?!" I screamed at him, a little angry. "Because I love you [Y/N]! I always have! I don't want to be without you! I need you! I'd rather die with you than stay without you." I stared him in the face as his fluffy blonde hair was flowing in the wind.I noticed tears in his serious hazel eyes. I didn't want our last moments to be me upset at him so I didn't hesitate to kiss him on his soft, rosy lips as we fell together. He kissed me back and flipped me over to where he was positioned to hit the ground first. Our lips were still stuck together as we got closer to the ground. His grip on my waist loosened as we hit water. The lake below somewhat broke our fall.

I fell deep into the water, I was in shock by feeling the cold water cover my body entirely. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I could only feel my nose and throat being filled with water. I felt like I was fading away until i felt a pair of hands under my shoulders pulling me up. I was pulled out of the water and put over someone's shoulders. In no time at all, they laid me on the soft,wet ground. I was still in such a haze as I felt a repeating pressure on my chest. Suddenly, I came back to reality and sat up. I began coughing up a mass amount of lake water, my throat and nose burning at the foreign feeling. I felt a pair of strong, shivering arms around my wet shoulders. I was processing what had happened and I was pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of sniffling. I finally realized it was Vault Boy who got me out of the water, gave me CPR, and is now wrapped around my shoulders. I hugged him back as he pulled away to look at me through worried, bloodshot eyes.

Vault Boy POV

I was giving her chest compressions yet she wasn't responsive. I could feel my hot tears stream down my face as I struggled to breathe with all this blood in my mouth. A million thoughts were going through my head every second that she didn't come up. Her [E/C] eyes which were previously so full of joy and beauty were now lifeless and matte, staring at the now dark sky. I blamed myself for this, I should've just brought her home instead; now she could be dead because of me.

To my relief she finally came around and I helped her hack up all that water. I hugged her tightly. I felt her soaking wet arms wrap around me in a weak embrace. I pulled away and inspected her face for any cuts or brusies. Her eyes were so tired-looking and matte. "I really thought I would lose you there, [Y/N]," My voice was very hoarse and I was just so scared. "I'm sorry." I felt her soft, now wrinkled hand caress my right cheek. "Don't be sorry," she croaked. "If anything, I should be sorry, I fell off first." she giggled. "Now is no time for jokes, [Y/N], I'm seriously so worried about you right now." I somewhat scolded her. "Sorry." she breathed. I gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Can you walk?" I asked, in concern. I noticed she was having trouble getting up from the mud so I guided her by her hand to stand up. She stumbled a bit and fell foward. I caught her this time. "I guess that's a no." I said, lightheartedly. "Now is not the time for jokes, VB," she repeated, laughing. I chuckled a bit with her and picked her up with my right arm under her legs and my other arm supporting her back as I carried her back to our camp. It wasn't far, about 20 minutes at least.

[Y/N] POV

He picked me up and began walking back to camp. I looked up at him and admired all of his little details. He noticed me staring and looked down at me and gave me a nervous smile. I nuzzed my face into his neck. I could feel his soft skin heat up at the contact. I felt a little more confident, so I began to lick and kiss his skin. "If you keep doing that, I'm gonna have to do that to you." He huffed, a red tint evident on his face. "All the more reason to do it." I whispered to him. I continued with what I was doing and before I knew it, we were already home. As soon as we both got our combat armor off, he closed the door to our room and pushed me against the bed with his hands beside my head, a sudden change in his demeanor, and an obvious boner. I noticed that the normally caring Vault Boy wasn't there anymore, now his eyes were clouded with desire. I pulled his face closer to mine and kissed him. I felt like being a little shit and not letting his tongue in my mouth. I could tell he was getting a bit frustrated with me but I wanted him to wait. He however, was impatient and wanted me now. He moved his right hand from beside my head and squeezed my boob. I yelped in surpise and he quickly entered my mouth. His tongue was soft and supple, like he wanted to savor me.

It had been a short while before He pulled away to breathe. He gave me a somewhat devilish smile as he started to pull up my undershirt, revealing both my tits. I hid my face as he looked me up and down. "Holy shit, you're a work of art." He complimented me. In return, I removed my hands from my face and started taking off my pants and panties. He took off his black longsleeve shirt but he kept his pants on. I took a moment to admire him shirtless, he was a fit man, i then pulled him in for a kiss. He held one hand on my breast and brought his dominant hand down to my folds.

He began to use his middle and ring finger to caress up and down my pussy. He was going agonizingly slow, I think he was getting back at me for kissing his neck out there. He pulled away from kissing me and began to nip at my neck. I felt breathless as he found my most sensitive spot on my neck. He moved his fingers a little higher to my clit and I jolted a little bit at the feeling.

The sensation alone was heaven. He kept sucking on my neck and playing with my clit and I let out a soft, breathy moan. Which only drove him further, as he put a little more pressure on my clit. I began to quietly whine and I tried to hold back my horny moans at his skillful fingering. I could feel myself get closer to my release and I just couldn't help but buck my hips into his hand as he kept going. Finally I felt my body go numb as I came all over his hand. He continued to move his fingers which led to my moans becoming more and more needy.

He finally let go and stared me in the eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth and lapped up my slick. It was pretty hot to say the least. He's all I wanted, and I finally have him. "Now I'm not done yet, I want you to feel the love that I've felt for you all these years." He said in a husky voice. I simply nodded and he began to go down on me. He first kissed along the gigantic scars on my stomach where I was stabbed by blood eagles as a kid. "Glad those bastards are dead..." he muttered through gritted teeth. He brought his face in between my thighs and kissed my inner thighs. He cut straight to the chase and started by licking my clit.

I was already so sensitive from the attention he was giving me before and it made it all the more pleasurable. he put two fingers into my warmth and started moving them in and out of me. He began to suck on my clit in a loving manner and my whimpers started getting louder. He smirked against me and continued doing what he was and I could feel the familiar feeling of my release coming closer.

I stuck my right hand into his fluffy blonde hair as he kept on sucking on me. My moans were echoing in the room and he held my legs apart. I was so desperate to finish and I started to grind a bit against his mouth. He's so good with his mouth,I could just let him do this all day and I wouldn't get bored.

I was almost there. "Oh fuck! Mmmmnh! Please, Vault Boy! I'm so close!" I couldn't control myself anymore. Words were just spilling out of my mouth, and my face just felt so hot. I was arching my back so high that I felt like i was going to snap in half. His eyebrows furrowed as he kept going, determined to make me cum. "I need you! You're making me feel so go-oo-ood!" I cried. A moment later I came on his face with a loud, needy moan, yet he continued to suck on my sore clit. I moaned his name breathlessly as he overstimulated me, I just couldn't get enough of him. I felt as if I couldn't move, the pleasure was too much. He finally got up from between my thighs and he looked at me with half lidded eyes and my cum dripping from his mouth. It was such a hot sight to see.

I sat up and began to palm at the large tent in his pants. I bit my lip and smiled as I looked up at him. As soon as he saw me looking at him he quickly looked away. I applied more pressure onto him and he arched his back a bit at the sensation. He was biting his lip, obviously trying to hide his noises. I wanted to hear him, I had to. I unbuckled his pants and pulled down his boxers.

His cock hit me on the forehead and I heard him chuckle a bit. He's so cute. I made him sit on the bed while I sat next to him, so I could kiss him.I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and I looked at him. He looked at me as I started pumping up and down his dick, already a little wet from precum. He was big, at least 8 inches, maybe more; also curved a bit to the left. His face was so red now, he turned away from me, which gave me access to his bare neck. I took the opportunity and I began to kiss and suck on his neck. I could hear his breathing and heart rate quicken. "Hmm, I want to hear you, sweetheart." I whispered to him, smugly "Y-You're gonna have to earn it." He replied, obviously feigning confidence. I tightened my grip on him a little bit, I was determined to make him beg.

I kept on pumping my hand up and down his cock and i noticed he would shudder every other time I put pressure on the head of his cock. I took this as an opportunity as I used my free hand to make him look at me. I continued jerking him off but I focused more on the tip of him. I was jerking the head of his dick while applying some pressure and rotating my hand. I noticed his eyes widen at the sudden new feeling. I spit on my hand a bit to make everything more wet while I watched his face contort in pleasure, yet making no sound.

Then, to my surprise he started to whimper, I could feel him throbbing in my hand. I went a little slower, just to tease him and he opened his eyes to look at me and I noticed a pleading look in his heavily dilated pupils. "Please, [Y/N], please, I need to cum so bad," he begged "Hm?" I teased. He groaned and started bucking his hips into my hand. He was pretty much fucking my hand at this point. He had a tight grip on the blanket below us, his knuckles were now void of color. "[Y/N], I'm so close," he breathed. His thighs began to shake as he neared his climax.

He began moaning, finally. His moans are such a heavenly sound, I want to hear them all night. I bit my lip while smiling at him. He looked right back at me with his brows turned upward and furrowed. I used my free hand to start rubbing my own warmth. I rubbed my clit in a circular motion and I couldn't hold back my own moans, he had already made me so sensitive. A couple seconds later I could hear him whimpering a bit louder now.

He had his head thrown back and I could see his Adam's apple moving up and down with each breath he took. "I'm gonna-" he cut himself off with a hissy groan as he came all over my hand. I lightly squeezed his shaft and I got the reaction I wanted; desperate, overstimulated moans from the person I love. I kept pumping the head of his dick and he continued making noises. I finally let go so he could catch his breath. I took most of his creamy cum on my index finger and I put it on my tongue, tasting his sweet fluid.

"That's so hot." He panted. I simply smiled and grabbed hold of his twitching cock again. I bent down and wrapped my lips around his head. "[Y/N], you-you don't have to, I just want to make you cum." He said. "I just wanna feel your big cock in my mouth." I spoke. That shut him up real quick. I got back to what I was doing and he gripped my hair and pushed my head down further onto his dick as he groaned.

He didn't stop until my lips touched the base of him. I choked a bit by surprise. He kept my head there for a second before he let go and I moved up for air. He got me by my hair again and pushed my mouth up and down his cock over and over. I tried not to gag, but it was pretty hard, considering how long and girthy his cock was. Next, he started to buck his hips into my mouth while pushing my head up and down at the same time. It was a little tiring, but I loved the feeling of being used like this. "You're doing so fucking good taking my big cock in your tight little throat.So, so good." He praised. He pushed my head all the way down and he came down my throat with a pleased moan. He let go of my hair so I moved up to the tip of his cock, he was still cumming and so I put my lips around his tip and made circular motions with my tongue as his cum filled my mouth. "H-Holy shit! [Y/N]! Ohhhh fuck!" he cried.

I got up from his dick and I swallowed his cum in my mouth, he looked at me with a pleased look. We both sat there in for a few moments, panting, until he broke the silence. "Can I fuck you? I want to hear you again." I looked at him and smiled. "Of course you can, I want you in me too."

He pushed me onto my back and lined himself against me. "Just, tell me if I'm hurting you, okay? I don't want to ever hurt you." He spoke truthfully. I nodded.

He carefully slid himself in me and I tensed up a bit the foreign feeling.

He had his hands on my waist as he pushed himself deeper inside me. I whimpered as his large girth stretched me out. I could feel tears pricking at my eyes, threatening to fall.

No one's POV

"I know, I know, it hurts. I'm sorry." He apologized. "Just tell me when to go, alright?" You nodded. A moment later you gestured him to start moving. He began to softly pump in and out of you, trying not to hurt you. "Please, fuck me!" you begged. He smirked at you and quickened his pace a bit and held onto your hips as he began to fuck you harder. Your eyes widened at the sudden change in speed. You could see him losing his composure as he kept fucking you. He started to let his moans slip, he didn't care anymore, he just wanted you to feel how much he loves you.

"I've wanted you for such a long time," he began to confess. "I've always loved you since I first took you in." He said sweetly. "It feels so good to know you're mine; I can't believe I- Fuck! I can't believe I finally have you." He moaned. "I-I actually-Ah! I actually loved you too! I sometimes would fantasize about you fucking me like this!" you spilled out. "I fantasized about fucking you senseless a lot, and I admit, I did jerk off to the scent of your clothes a couple times." He said, embarrassed. "Then fuck me! Fuck me senseless!" you encouraged.

That sent him over the edge as he began to fuck you harder. You're glad he is pretty strong and has great endurance. You moved your hand down to massage your clit but he moved it away and started to do it for you. This completely made you begin to scream. The combination of his rough fucking and your sore clit being overstimulated felt so good. He smirked as he watched your face contort in pleasure. He flipped you on your stomach with your ass in the air as he kept on fucking your tired pussy. He bent down and laid his chin on your shoulder to try and get all of him into you.

In this position, he was able to hit your g-spot with ease. "Oh my- Yes! Yes Vault Boy! Right there, please!" you begged. You could hear him huffing and groaning. You supported yourself with one arm as you went down to touch your clit again. This time he didn't notice. He bit your shoulder and groaned as he fucked you even harder.

You winced as you felt his teeth break your skin just a little. You were bleeding from where he bit you but he just licked your blood right up. "Ah! I'm cumming! I'm cum-m-m-i-ing!" you screamed in between thrusts, as your juices squirted down your legs. You could feel your legs giving out but he held you up from your waist. "Fuck, I'm so close, [Y/N], I'm so fucking close." he muttered in your ear. He began to let out loose moans as he was about to cum for the third time. "-Gonna cum so fucking deep into you..." he muttered obsessively. You were his. Only his. His breathing became more shallow and rapid as he was about to finish. "I'm gonna-" you cut him off with your pleas, "Yes! Please, please! Give it to me!" you begged.

He bit your hickey-bruised neck a little roughly as he finally thrusted into you deeply one last time, hitting your cervix and cumming with a muffled groan. You weren't worried about getting pregnant, there was no way. The radiation around you made it so. He panted and came back to earth when he realized your blood was in his mouth. "Oh! [Y/N], I'm sorry!" he apologized as he noticed the scarlet bite marks on your neck and shoulders. "Don't be, I enjoyed every second of this," you cooed, satisfied. He pulled out, his cum dripping from your bruised pussy.

Your legs gave out and you moved to sit up as he helped you. You both got next to each other under the covers and he kept staring at your bare chest and the bruises and marks he left on you. "I'm sorry, I really hope those don't hurt you in the next few days." he apologized. "VB, it's okay, I love you, I'm not going to be mad at you." you reassured him. "If you say so, but I still feel bad." He pulled you closer and kissed you on your plump lips. You pulled away and looked at all the hickeys you left on his neck and jaw before kissing him again.

"You shake when you cum." You teased. "Oh yeah? That just means that I love you. Your thighs tremble when I make you squirt. Your cum face looks so cute too." You didn't expect that response from him. He just smirked at your shocked reaction. "Your cum face makes me wanna ride you until you shoot your hot load into me." It was his turn to be flustered as he swiftly reddened and smiled nervously. "I mean, I'm not stopping you." He mumbled suggestively as he patted his lap. You smirked as you moved from your side of the bed to his and sat on his thighs. He sat up with his back against the headboard. Some of his seed from before oozed out of your core. He pulled your face to his as he kissed you; not like before where he was rushing everything. It was full of pure love and longing. He set the pace as he slowly reached for your hips, bringing you closer to him. Both of your chests made contact as you moaned into the passionate kiss. You began to grind on his thigh as it soon became drenched in your slick. He broke the kiss to suck on your sore neck. "Sorry if I'm hurting you,I left a lot of bruises around here...just say so, sweetheart." He apologized against your bruised skin. You giggled at the pet name; he's always called you by some sort of sweet thing. "It hurts in a good way, don't worry." You reassured him as you began to feel your heartbeat pick up. You stopped grinding on his thigh as you pulled away and took his still rock hard length in your hand. You lined him up to your entrance as he held your hips up. You two both made eye contact as you slowly slid down onto him. You exhaled as you felt him stretching you out again. You brought your lips to his as you two kissed again. He kept slowly guiding your hips down to his and stopped when both of your hilts were touching. You broke the kiss as you moved your lips to his soft spot on his neck. You kissed over his numerous scars, made by protecting you from threats; bullet holes, bite marks, gashes, you name it, he had it. "Y'know, even after all that before, you still feel like I'm putting my dick inside you for the first time. So, so good." He praised. You smiled against him as you stopped kissing his neck and you brought your hands to his shoulders as you started to slowly go up and down on him. He watched your face as you furrowed your brows and bit your lip, small whimpers echoing out of your mouth. His eyes slowly moved from your face to your boobs as he watched them bounce with every move. He grabbed your hips and started helping you bounce on his cock. You sped up on him as you started to let out moans of contentment. He squeezed your hips as he started to groan. You pryed his hands off your hips as you pinned them to the headboard while you rode him gently. He watched your breasts bounce as he let you take him. "Oh god, it's like you're milking me...don't stop...please don't stop..." he trailed off. You let go of his hands and gestured for him to grab your hips, and he did so. He brought your hips up and down on his dick at the same somewhat slow pace you had started. Your slick already spilled out of your pussy and onto his skin, making it so now the room was filled with the lewd slapping of wet skin and the horny moans of two new lovers. "Fill me up..." you encouraged. "With pleasure!" he agreed. Your clit was rubbing against his pubic bone, adding pleasure to what you already felt. You threw your head back as you neared your anticipated climax. You dug your fingernails into his pale shoulders. You opened your eyes to see your boyfriend's pleased expression. He was rolling his hips up into you at a loving pace. "C'mon, cum for me, sweetheart, I know you've got it in you!" he groaned into your neck. " I won't let myself cum until you do..." he confessed. You wanted him to beg for you. Yoy gave him a teasing grin as he struggled to keep himself together. "Please, [Y/N] please I can't hold myself back anymore!" he pleaded. He subconsciously dug his nails into your hips, leaving bruises and cuts. It felt good knowing he was pretty much putty in your hands. You

opened your eyes to peek at his expression and you were met with your boyfriend with his eyes tightly shut, biting his lip so hard he was bleeding as he edged himself. "How bad do you need to cum?" you teased. "L-like really- ah! - bad! Please!" he stuttered breathlessly, his frantic voice rising in pitch. You felt like he had enough torment, so you pinned his wrists once more onto the headboard and you began sensually riding him. "Please let me cum..." he whispered. You rolled your hips onto his as you tried getting the perfect angle. You could feel your release creeping up on you, feeling as if you were climbing a mountain. Your orgasm hit you like a truck as you let go of him and came. He pulled away briefly to get a look of your lewd expression. You moaned as he kept on hitting your already delicate core. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" he groaned through gritted teeth and tightly shut eyes while his hips stuttered as he stopped holding back and released into you once more. He literally came for about 15 seconds, you counted. It was like time slowed down for him as he shot his cum into you again. You caught a glimpse of his cum face. His sweet hazel eyes rolled back, a light pink sinful blush across his face, and mouth slightly opened, letting out his heavenly rhythmic moans. Just looking at how you made him hit his fourth orgasm like that made you so proud of yourself; you brought a man, who could effortlessly overpower you, to his most vulnerable state, begging for you to let him cum. Your pussy couldn't hold any more of his seed as he pumped his abundant load into you, his milky-white cum seeping out of you. You both took a moment to ride each other out. "I've never came this much before..." he worded breathlessly. "Me neither!" you panted back. "I love when you fill me up... kinda like a sweet roll." you giggled the last part, semen oozing out of you. "I'll eat you like one, anytime, anywhere." He smirked. "You're literally 6 feet 5 inches, you can easily just bend me over and rough-fuck me if you just so wanted...Why did you let me control you?" you questioned. "Because I- I uh... I really like it when you're in charge. I think you bossing me around is really hot." he confessed, embarrassed. You kissed him on the cheek as you fell onto his rapidly rising and falling chest and caught your breath. "Th...Thank you..." you heaved. "Huh? Oh! Of course, it's your birthday!" he kissed your cheek. "Thank you, for... everything. For today, for keeping me safe, for saving me all those years ago..." you remembered that traumatic day. You tensed up as you thought about your empty town, your brother, who pushed you out of the way of a detonated landmine- You were cut out of your traumatic thoughts as you felt your lover embrace you. He felt you tense up and your breath hitch. "Don't worry, I'm here." He said as he held you close against him, not leaving a single inch of space between you too. "How about a bath, huh? We'll talk about whatever you need off your chest." he spoke up. "-And after, I'll make you something warm to eat, okay?" You nodded, "Can you... can you go in with me? I don't want to be alone right now." You said with a weary tone. "Of course, sweetheart." He said as he picked you up and brought you to the bathroom. "Thanks again, I really appreciate everything you've done for me." you said. "You're mine, I'd never forgive myself if I let anything bad happen to you." he reassured as he ran the warm water in the tub. He set you in and got in after you. He set a soft kiss on your forehead. "Now, tell me everything you gotta get out your system, I'll be in here all night if I have to, I just need to make sure you're really okay." "Okay."

[pareidoliaonthemove]

A Worthy Sacrifice

Notes:

This is what happens when I’m not careful about what shows I watch on the idiot box in close proximity. In this case, an episode of BBC’s excellent Horrible Histories, closely followed by Thunderbirds Are Go! Episode “Attack of the Reptiles”.

And, yes, the Roman Emperor Caligula was rather keen on people honouring their promises to the Gods, and did make people honour their promises to the Gods to exchange their lives for his after he recovered from a potentially deadly ‘brain fever’. I mean, technically, he wasn’t wrong … but sheesh!

The standard disclaimers, I do not own Thunderbirds, either the Original Series, the Movies (both Supermarionation and Live Action), or the Thunderbirds Are Go Series. (Although I do own copies on DVD.)

I do not do this for money, but for my own (in)sanity and entertainment.

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 Gordon pulled frantically at the starter on the hoverboat’s engine, resolutely ignoring the noises coming from behind him.

“Come on! I’ll give up Celery Crunch Bars for a year if you’ll please just start!”

One final pull, as the Pentergasts cried out, and …

The engine caught.

“Yes!”

 High above Tracy Island, aboard Thunderbird Five, John flicked off the holographic recording and paused, smiling.

“Give up Celery Crunch Bars for a year? You might just need a little help to honour that promise, Gordon. And I know who can help you with that.”

“Ugh,” Alan moaned pitifully, “I mean, who cares?”

“Who cares about what, Alan?” The voice made Alan jump, how all two-hundred-plus pounds of Virgil managed to sneak up on him in steel-cap boots, he would never understand.

“History,” Alan moaned. The wonky eyebrow raised at him. “Ancient Roman history,” Alan amended, still hoping for sympathy.

“A lot of the basic principles of engineering were set out by the Ancient Romans,” Virgil commented. Alan rolled his eyes. Trust Virgil find a way to relate to a bunch of dress-wearing guys dead for nearly two thousand years. He’d be lucky, if Virgil didn’t start on about their art, to boot.

The holographic projector built into the kitchen bench flared into life, the halo of light resolving into John’s torso floating serenely in mid-air. “Virgil, good, you’re here, too.”

“What’s up, John, is it an emergency? A space emergency!?”

“No, there’s no emergency. This is more a … social call.”

Both brothers paused, “John, is everything … okay?” Virgil asked cautiously.

“Everything is fine, Gordon and the Pendergasts have managed to escape the facility, and Scott is about to make an extraction. How’s your shoulder, Virgil?”

Virgil scowled, one hand automatically going to rub the shoulder that had been strained as he had tried to keep from falling into the sea from the severed evacuation tube the previous mission. He was saved from answering by Alan.

“John, you don’t do social anything,” Alan pointed out with his trademark lack of tact.

“What are you supposed to be studying, Alan?” John asked.

The younger boy deflated. “Ancient Roman politics,” he moaned, once more dejected.

“Have you already done the Emperor Caligula?” John asked.

“The crazy guy who had sex with his sisters, and made his horse a senator? Yeah.”

“Do you remember what happened when he was deathly ill with ‘brain fever’?”

Alan frowned, trying to remember. “Yeah … he was popular then, a lot of people, trying to suck up to him in case he survived offered their lives to the gods in exchange for his … And when he got better …”

Virgil broke in, worried, “John, where are you going with this?”

John smiled innocently, “You know that saying that those who do not remember the past are condemned the repeat it?”

“Yeeesss?”

“Well, this just happened.” John activated the recording of Gordon and the hoverboat.

Virgil and Alan watched in silence. John flicked off the image when it stopped. “Well, what do you think?”

Alan grinned. “I think Gordon’s condemned to repeat history!”

 It had taken a lot of negotiation, but the care and housing of Buddy and Ellie the bearded dragons had finally been resolved.

A lot of negotiation, and not a little blackmail; “They’re a gift for their number one fan, in order to thank him for saving their lives. How upset do you think the Pendergasts would be if they found out you’d sold them?”

And so, as always in the face of a lack of brotherly sympathy, Gordon went to seek out the next best form of comfort: Celery Crunch Bars.

It was a little unusual that there none left in his stash in his rooms – Virgil had only just done the supply run not two weeks ago, but Grandma had been cooking a lot lately.

It was suspicious that there were none to be found in the gigantic industrial pantry – Gordon knew there had been an entire pallet there the other day.

And when his Celery Crunch Bars were not only missing from both Thunderbird Four and her spares warehouse, but replaced by the protein meal replacement bars that the other Thunderbirds stocked, it was a blatant act of sabotage against him. One worthy of the Hood.

So Gordon was distracted as he re-entered the comms-room, trying to figure out if it was feasible for the Hood to have regained access to Tracy Island, and not only sneak about Villa, but enter Thunderbird Four. Not that he was surprised that he would be most interested in the sub, after all, she was the most important vehicle of the International Rescue fleet, even if his brothers wouldn’t agree.

He was so distracted that he almost walked over Scott and Virgil. Not an unimpressive achievement, his oldest brother was ridiculously tall, and Virgil wasn’t exactly built for stealth, with all that muscle and steel-cap boots.

So Scott’s outraged, “Watch it, Gordon!” and hopping around clutching allegedly squashed toes, wasn’t met with the accustomed apologetic grovelling and ‘please-don’t-make-me-scrub-the-hangars-with-my-toothbrush’. Which naturally attracted the interest of the smother twins, along with demands for an explanation.

So Gordon explained, a lengthy and spirited explanation that attracted an ever growing audience. As Gordon started to elaborate his theories, the interruptions started.

“My uncle? Here? Absolutely not!” Kayo snapped.

“A-After the previous i-i-infiltrations, I upd-dated the security s-systems. T-There is n-no way the H-Hood got back on the I-Island,” Brains said with absolute finality.

“It’s not the Hood, Gordon,” Virgil said calmly.

And that derailed Gordon. Kayo and Brains denying his proofs, absolutely. They were both now so personally invested in the security of their home that they had initially not even listened to Scott and John’s increasingly less calm request/instructions to dial back the sensitivity of the sensors ringing their private waters, the two nets around the islands, and the Villa. It had taken Grandma in her full blaze of fury, something that none of them – not even their father – had ever defied, to get the sensitivity reset so that every ruffle of a leaf or wavelet braking on the shore didn’t set off an alarm.

But Virgil – Virgil who had spent a whole week scrubbing every inch of the Villa, and hangars, and had to be physically stopped from trying to sieve the sands to rid the island of the taint the Hood and his henchmen?

“How could you possibly know that, Virgil?” Gordon demanded, squaring up for argument.

Virgil rolled his eyes. It was a good effort, Gordon distractedly gave him a 7 out of 10; but Johnny was the master of eyerolls, closely followed by Scott. “John, Alan. This is on you. Explain, so we can all get back to our lives.”

In answer, a hologram popped up in the centre of the comms room. Gordon stood and watched himself desperately trying to start the recalcitrant hoverboat. Uncool, he looked so uncool – Wait! What?

“You’re kidding me!” he wailed. “You can’t expect me to go without Celery Crunch Bars for a whole year!”

Alan shrugged. “Think yourself lucky that’s all you offered to the Rescue Gods.”

Gordon stared. “The Rescue Gods?!”

John shrugged. “Why not? It’s something Dad used to say.”

Scott nodded, slowly, “Yeah, if we were planning an outing on the weekend, it would be in the hands of the weather gods; an unpowered landing was ultimately in the hands of the aviation gods …”

Virgil nodded. “And finding a good car park was ‘Thank you, parking gods!’”

Grandma smiled into the distance. “Wasn’t just your father, your Grandpa said it a lot, too. Probably where he got it from.” She quickly wiped at her eyes under her glasses.

Gordon frowned. “So what does this have to do with my Celery Crunch Bars?”

Alan raised his eyebrow at him – he had obviously been spending too much time around Virgil. “You made a promise, you would give up Celery Crunch Bars for a year if the hover boat started. And the hover boat started.”

“Therefore, the Rescue Gods heard you, deemed your sacrifice as worthy, and accepted it, causing the boat to start,” John chimed in. “It’s obvious, really.”

Kay and Brains drifted away, Max following, having lost interest once it was established that the Island was still secure.

Gordon’s eyes narrowed. “So what happened to all the Celery Crunch Bars?”

John shrugged. “As you are giving them up, and no one else here eats the disgusting things; they were donated to a charity dedicated to feeding homeless people.”

“Yeah,” Alan chimed in. “No point them going to waste.”

Gordon eyed Virgil, the traitor. “No points guessing how they got there, either.”

“I took them,” Scott said brightly. “Hardly counted as ‘heavy lifting’,” a smug sideways look at Virgil, “and I had a meeting nearby the location this morning, anyway.”

“Don’t even think of trying to order more, Gordon,” John warned. “Our suppliers, and the factory, have been instructed not to accept any orders for Celery Crunch Bars for the next 12 months.”

Gordon stared in horror; ‘pet’ lizards, and now no Celery Crunch bars? He would rather the Hood.

His family drifted off, back to their planned activities, interest lost now that Gordon had been stunned into silence.

A plaintive wail followed them. “What am I going to eat for a year?!”

“There’s always my fresh-baked cookies.” Grandma brandished a tray at him. “Go ahead, take two.”

[linane-art]

Wales Comic Con - Saturday

My experiences after the first day of the Con under the cut:

Dean 1

(In the autographs section. Dean only ever seems to have a short queue, 4-5 people, which I find sad, but understandable, considering the amount of Doctor Who and Good Omens craziness going on)

Me: I don't actually want anything, but I wanted to give you a gift.

Dean: Oh, is it from Santa? (Gift bag says 'special delivery from Santa')

Me: No, I'm afraid in this case it's just from me.

Dean: Oh, okay, what is it?

Me: Well, I understand you've just had a little one, who you've waited for for a very long time. So I made you a baby blanket!

Dean: Oh, a baby blanket?

Me: Well, it kept growing, so it's actually more like a toddler blanket now.

Dean: A baby blanket is actually really useful! Coz what we do is we chuck a blanket outside onto the grass and she likes playing out there. So blankets are good!

Me: Great! But presumably you're going back on a plane, right?

Dean: Yes.

Me: So is this going to be a problem? Because it's bulky and heavy? Because if yes, I'm perfectly happy to mail it to your agent or wherever else you like.

Dean: Well, actually that would be good, because I pretty much didn't bring any luggage with me. But now I feel bad about causing you an extra cost!

Me: No, it's no problem at all! I'll get it sent! To your agent? The address on the internet?

Dean: Yeah, the NZ one. Well, at least let me get you an autograph!

Me: No, I don't really need one...

Dean: Come on, on the house!

Me: Okay, go on then.

Dean: *Scribbles an autograph*

Me: And then I also brought something extra... *Pulls out 3 mini bottle Welsh whiskey sampler set* I figured you might need sleeping aids these days.

Dean: What is it? *Eyes it*

Assistant: Ooooooh, that's the good stuff, you want that! It's Welsh whiskey!

Dean: But I can't take that on the plane!

Assistant: Drink it tonight!

Dean: Oh yeah! That'll be for tonight with Aidan then! Thanks! *Keeps the set, puts it to one side*

Me: Awesome! Well, hope you'll enjoy it, and I'll get the baby blanket sent! I think it should even get there before Christmas!

Dean: Appreciate it! Seeya!

(Dean is very Kiwi about everything. Practical, cool, focussed. I think I built myself up too much with my blanket...)

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Aidan 1

Aidan: Hi, how are ya? How you doing? *Shakes hands with me*

Me: I'm good! You must be really bored by now of saying 'hi, how are you' to people!

Aidan: Nah, it's always great meeting new people, I enjoy it! *Lean back, stretch, ARMS*

Me: *gathering my wits about me* Well I'm after an autograph, but I also come bearing gifts! *Proceeds to explain the details of the autograph*

Aidan: *scribbling* Did you say you came bearing gifts?

Me: I did! I got you some mince pies -

Aidan: Mince pies? Nice...

Me: - And then there's this... *Pulls out 3 mini bottle Welsh whiskey sampler set*

Aidan: *helps me pull it out* Ooooooh!

Me: I thought with you being Irish you might want to compare and contrast...

Aidan: *opening the box, smiling*

Me: Or perhaps you might want to share it with Dean tonight, because Dean has had his own supply -

Aidan: Tonight?! *Comparing the bottles, picks one, opens*

Me: Oh! You wanted to try -

Aidan: *Lifts the lift of his coffee cup to the side, starts pouring the whiskey, looking happier by the minute -*

Aidan: *- and pouring*

Aidan: *- and pouring*

Aidan: *until the bottle is empty. Stashes it under the table. Takes a sizeable sip, little tasting, face lights up like the sun*

Aidan: Oh yeah!

Nearby people: *giggles*

Me: Right.

Aidan: Thank you so much, that's great!

Me: No problem! Glad you like it! Thank you so much for coming despite your schedule changes and not canceling on us!

Aidan: No, it's a pleasure! Thank you and take care now! Have a great Con!

(Aidan is very warm and genuine. What you see on the screen is exactly what you get in real life. I think he doesn't so much act as he just wanders in front of the camera and delivers lines, as himself, whilst looking pretty. I have seen the staff ask him to go quicker, coz the queue was slow. He said: "I'm going exactly as fast as I want to be going". Everybody got 3-5 mins conversation with him, a handshake or a hug and an authentic interaction. Aidan was meant to be there 12-3. He was still there around 5 from what I've seen.)

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Dean 2:

Me: Hi, me again! This time on business!

Dean: Oh, hello!

Me: *Explains details of an autograph I need*

Dean: *Proceeds to scribble an autograph*

Aidan: *Shouting from the next table* Hey, Dean!

Dean: *Eyes him*

Aidan: *Pulling out a giant bottle of some alcohol someone gave him in a brown paper bag, looking positively gleeful*

Dean: *Automatically reaches for his little whiskey set* I got some too!

Me: I feel out-done now! Next time you're getting a bigger bottle!

Dean: *laughs*

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Other things I've seen:

Aidan making a little scrap paper ball and tossing it at Dean to get his attention

Dean picking up a BB Gandalf and hoisting him on his hip for a photo. (BB Gandalf was reaching up maybe to my hip, including the entire height of his sizeable pointy hat)

(To the photographer after his first photo op shot) Dean saying: "Let me see, I want to check how I look!" while tossing back his imaginary hair and combing through it with his hand.

I've also seen a lot of big stars and other stars to the tune of: "and who are you and what have I seen you in again?!"

I've met up with @durincrafts @chelidona @silva-13 and @zulfiya-the-warrior-princess​ and had a lovely meal and a catch-up - great meeting you girls!

AND HELD AND PETTED AN ACTUAL LIVE OWL, HOW COOL IS THAT?!

12/10 would recommend! Loved it! So, so tired! Can't wait for tomorrow!

I leave you with this: pictured below is my best friend @wyvernchick and her cute little owl. ...AND THEN THERE'S MY PSYCHO BIRD...

[curse-of-the-dark-emerald]

Curse of the Dark Emerald, chapter 5.

Welcome back to Dark Emerald now lets see how Sonic and Tom are holding up! 

..

After the shocking discovery of Sonic being found injured on the front of the house, Tom put all his priorities on hold. Maddie had rushed out of bed to treat and bandage Sonic who was still unconscious as she took care of him. Now after 9 am and three hours after Sonic was taken in he was lying in Tom and Maddie’s room. His arms and legs were covered in wraps with small flecks of blood blotting through the materials.

Tom sat at the kitchen bar on the phone; with his colleague.

“Hello?”

“Hey Wade, it’s me.”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I’m sorry I haven’t come in yet, there’s been an emergency.”

A pause from the other end came, “Are you okay? Did someone break into your house-?”

“No,no. It’s uh..Sonic. He had an accident, and I’m still here watching him. I’m not sure if I’m gonna come in later, but I have to make sure he’s okay..”

“Sonic? The hedgehog-kiddo?” Wade's voice becomes coated in concern.

“Yeah, I’m trying to sort it out and I really can’t leave him-“

“Don’t worry man, you’re the boss and you do what needs to be done, alright?” Wade on the other end sitting at his desk fumbles with a pen nervously, wondering how bad it was but only listened to his best friend to show support.

“Okay, thanks. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Keep me posted, I’ll be waiting, bro.”

Tom hangs up, and cups his face in worry. He truly had a scare earlier and thought the worst had happened again to Sonic…

“Hey, honey.”

Maddie came to his side and wrapped her arm around him, “I checked on him and he’s stable.”

“Thanks for that.” Tom forces a smile to show his gratitude.

“I made sure there’s nothing broken, he's just scratched and cut all over. But what happened?”

Tom sighed with a heavy breath, “I really don’t know. And that’s what’s killing me. I had stayed up almost all night worrying about Sonic and my hunch was right.”

Tom cups his hands together, squeezing them and putting them against his chin, the wave of guilt fluttering in his chest almost makes him choke with a knot in his throat.

“We-no, I should’ve checked his room last night, I...god damn it…”

“Shhhh,” Maddie wraps both her arms on Tom, “I should’ve said it sooner too. We’re both at fault, here. But at least now, we know he’ll be okay and he’s still alive!”

Tom tried to feel a little better, and her reassurance did put him at ease but only a little.

I don’t wanna tell her about what I saw, not yet...how Sonic looked like when he was on the ground…

“But, that’s not all when I found him.”

Tom gets up, and across the table picked up a black-colored jewel in his hand and holds it to his wife, “This was with him.”

Maddie furrows her eyebrows and takes the blackened jewel and looks over it, “What is this?”

“I don’t know.” Tom shook his head, “But my guess it might be why he snuck off without saying anything to us.”

“Well...it is kinda pretty, I admit.” Maddie smiles just a little at the item, but deep down in her mind, holding this mysterious gem was giving her a cold feeling, and as if she was going to be pulled into a black pit, it was unsettling.

Maddie put it on the table and sighs. “I have to get to work now, I want to stay but-“

“Mads, it’s fine. I’ll be here for him.”

“I know, but if anything happens call me, alright?” Maddie kisses Tom on the lips and he happily accepts it.

“I will, he’s my responsibility more than ever.” 

The two smile again at each other, Maddie takes her purse and keys and heads to the garage and closes the door behind her.

Tom was about to go upstairs then remembered the black gem on the table, realizing it was important; he took it with him. Tom enters his room and Sonic was still asleep, his body laying on his back giving full view of his head and face. The sight of the bandages on his limbs still hurt to see for Tom. Ozzy was also on the bed, comfortable by Sonic, watching him. 

Tom took a chair and set it on the bedside, watching his best friend like a hawk and afraid to take his eyes off. 

“No...no...please…”

Tom saw Sonic's lips curl down, showing his short fangs as they gritted together, realizing Sonic was probably having a nightmare. 

“Please, no..!”

“Sonic..” 

Tom puts his hand on Sonic's arm  to reassure him, when Sonic jumps up awake, his green eyes turning bright cold blue; he growled menacingly and his head flickers his blue electricity…

“Sonic! it’s me! It’s okay!” Tom holds his hands up to show nothing was a threat to calm the young hedgehog;

Sonic took one look at his guardians face and his powers eases up. 

“Tom?” 

“Hey, bud. Are you alright-?” 

Sonic pushed the blankets off and threw himself into Tom’s chest, trying to hold back his sobs, “I thought I wouldn’t see you again…!”

Tom wasn’t going to hold back himself and hugged him, finally resting his fears, “You're okay, it’s gonna be alright, you’re safe…”

As embarrassing as it was, Sonic let himself weep softly into Tom’s uniform shirt, he had terrible nightmares and the memory of being tortured from just hours ago shook his core. The two stayed like this for only a couple minutes, but to Sonic, it felt like an eternity.

“Oh, right!” Sonic gasps and lets go and scans the room, his eyes going in all directions, “Are we under attack, or anything-?”

“Woah, slow down, what’s wrong now?”

“It’s...its’ Eggman! He’s come back!” Sonic stands on his feet holding his fists, his eyes flickered with anger, “He found me and I managed to get out-”

“What??” Tom stood up stunned,” “He’s back? But I thought-”

“Are you listening? He caught me and took the Chaos Emerald and used its power against me!” Sonic yelled back in anger. 

“Hey, I hear you! But “Chaos Emerald?” Is this the thing you’re talking about?”

Tom picks up the black emerald to Sonic, “This was with you when I found you outside.”

Sonic stares intensely at the tainted gem...then he snarls in disgust and slaps the emerald out of Tom’s hand with such force that Tom didn’t predict he would do that he flinched, making the emerald fall on the bed close to Ozzy.

“Ouch! What was that for-!”

“That stupid Emerald turned me into this and you’re not listening, or helping me!” Sonic accused and pointed his short claw at Tom,

Only for his expression to be replaced with shock and guilt.

“Sonic, what’s wrong? I don’t understand what’s going on here..” Tom rubbed his hand but was more concerned about the abrupt change of Sonic’s behavior..

Sonic sat back down on the back, not looking at him. His mouth curls inwards and purses, obviously guilty for treating his friend the way he did just a moment ago.

“I’m sorry. I don't know why I did and said that. I was scared.”

“It’s okay.” Tom takes the Emerald and put it out of sight from Sonic to prevent upsetting him again.

Tom sat back into his chair,

“Start from the bottom, I know you left without telling me what was on your mind, and then what happened?”

Sonic’s eyes darted in different directions again, his mouth moved but no words were forming.

“It’s alright, I’m not going to be mad at you. I just want the truth, Sonic.” 

Immediately assured he wasn’t going to be punished in any way, Sonic explained everything that happened in a matter of a few minutes, in almost disturbing detail. By the time he finished, Tom’s arms and hands twitched the entire time, not from fear, but anger. He stood up and paces around and sighs heavily,

“That son of a..” He refrained from letting out what he was obviously wanting to say.

“This is my fault, and I made you worry.” Sonic’s voice trembled, deeply apologetic.

“We’ve been over it, how would we know that psycho was going to come back for you?”

“The thing is, I had to go and find the Chaos Emerald, before it could be used in the wrong of ways..”

“That, right? Just to be clear?” Tom points at the black emerald on the nightstand, “What is it, exactly?”

“A Chaos Emerald, it can be used to improve anyone’s abilities, and there’s more than one..there’s 7 of them. Those lights in the news? This one was causing all that.”

“And you just happened to know where it was?”

“Yeah, and then…”Sonic pauses,

“I don't know what happened but after that Stone guy made the Emerald go black, my brain went out like a light and I don’t remember a whole lot before I made it to the house…”

Tom played the image of Sonic on the ground looking a little different, but decided against mentioning it in case it might upset him again, then an idea came.

“Why don’t we go out? We’ve been gloomy for the last hour and it's making me sad and hungry. And we can talk more about all that later.”

Sonic for the first time since being awake, smiles with excitement, “Really? Yeah, let’s go!”

But Sonic froze again and frowns, “But what if Eggman is out there? We-”

“Don’t worry, you and I know what to do if he shows his mug.” Tom chuckles with confidence, “We've both had a scare so let’s just wait it out for now, and relax.”

“Yeah, lets! By the way, where is Maddie?” Sonic makes a little bounce on the bed before jumping down.

“She’s working, and she patched you up.” Tom opens the door to let himself and Sonic out. 

“Cool, I hope it didn't make her worry too much.” Sonic saw that his red shoes were just a few inches away from himself and started to put them back on.

“I’ll let her know that you’re alright.” Tom pats Sonic's head.

The two were getting ready to leave then Sonic looked at his hands;

“Hey, do you have any spare gloves?”

“Maybe, why?”

“Uh, I’m just...uncomfortable without any on and I don’t know where my other ones are.”

“Sure, let me check.” Tom went to the closet which was slightly disorganized from supplies and jackets blocking some of the way.

He pulls out a stash of gloves in a box and shows which ones Sonic liked, and he picks a pair that were similar to his old white ones. 

“You good now?”

“Yeah.” Sonic moves his fingers in the new, unfamiliar material but it would do for the time being. 

…

It was now after 12 and Sonic and Tom sat patiently for their food in a diner; which happened to be at the same place where Sonic and the evil Dr. Robotnik has their battle just outside on the street. Sonic was always a bit proud to have that memory of defending the town that night, but now it just made him a little anxious, so he tried to avoid looking at that street. Tom on the other side of the table across from him was on his phone, texting Maddie on Sonic’s condition to let her know he was fine. From time to time, people who were familiar with Sonic greeted him and asked what happened to him with the obvious bandages on his arms, to which the young teen would giggle and smile at them saying it wasn’t anything to worry about.

Finally, the waitress brings their requested food and says to enjoy themselves; Tom ordered a brisket burger and Sonic had Mac and cheese with fries. As they ate Tom saw how much more relaxed and happier Sonic was with his food and less tense than before. Which made him glad but he needed to help him with the problems awaiting just outside the doors.

“Sorry there weren't any chili dogs.”

Sonic waves his hand, “It’s fine, I’ll eat anything at this point.”

After they both finished Tom put his phone away and began to ask, “I want to talk to you about that Emerald, if it’s okay with you? I don’t want to make you upset or anything.”

Sonic’s eyebrows move up and he forces a little chuckle, “Go ahead, I knew you were going to.”

“Alright. So how do we fix it? You said earlier that it’s not supposed to be so dark.”

“My only bet is if we find Eggman and force him to change it back; but that’s not going to be easy.” Sonic folded his arms and huffs angrily.

“He’ll probably show up eventually sooner or later, and we better prepare for it, but most importantly, Sonic, What happened to you after you escaped?”

Sonic gives a confused expression, “What do you mean?”

“You...how should I put it..you didn’t look like “you” this morning, your fur was a different color, and your claws and teeth were abnormally long…”

Sonic gulps, his chest tightened; he tried to soak in what Tom was saying and he scratched at his brain for anything he could remember after shattering his torture chamber, but it was fuzzy, and dark…

Both were interrupted in mid conversation when loud pops and bangs of glass breaking in the dining room makes them jump in their seats. People screamed in terror and scrambled for safety. 

“Get under!” Tom orders Sonic to hide under the table and Sonic was already on the floor before he could finish speaking. 

“It could be Eggman! I gotta get-!”

“No, stay here first!” Tom was not taking the chance of him or himself being at risk of injury; Tom takes his radio and connects to the police station ordering back up to their location.

Sonic watched as lasers and showers of bullets hit everything on contact and it hurt him to see so many people terrified and taking cover in whatever they could use to protect themselves, he growls; not wanting to wait for someone to get killed and steps out of his safety spot, he heard Tom shout in protest, but he couldn’t hear over the loud clattering and clunks of metal in the air. The shooting ceased as soon as the blue teen stood in stance, 

“Hey Egghead! Pick on someone who can fight instead of scaring these guys! I’m right here, you coward!” Sonic spat, challenging wherever the enemy could be hiding.

Onlookers who were hiding themselves observed and smiled at the hedgehog, feeling assured they would be saved, cheering for Sonic, while some retort shouting it was a stupid move.

“Come on! Am I too scary to take on-?”

Sonic was cut off when a dark ball charged out of nowhere hitting him scare on his chest, knocking him backwards and onto a wall. Sonic grunts in pain and tries to catch his breath. He forced himself to stay conscious.

“Target located, objective: bring Sonic the hedgehog alive.”

A deep, and robotic voice thundered in the room, Sonic finally sees what he has encountered, a dark blue metallic figure loomed over him with red blank eyes and lanky limbs stared back at Sonic.

Sonic coughs out dust from his lungs and mouth, and stands up ignoring his creaking bones, the cuts and forming bruises he already had were making his skin throb, but he ignores it all;

“Bring it on, tin can!”

Tom not from afar spits into his radio, “Wade, hurry up!” 

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ready, set, go (SVT apocalypse!au)

♡ wordcount: 2,5k ♡ chapter 15/?

(ch.1, ch.2, ch.3, ch.4, ch.5, ch.6, ch.7, ch.8 ch.9 ch.10 ch.11 ch.12 ch.13 ch.14)

♡ this won’t make any sense if you haven’t read the last part so make sure to catch up on those before reading! they’re all linked above!

♡ rating: PG-13 death/violence, language, gore themes, mentions of murder, mentions of pregnancy

♡ pairing: svt (soonyoung) x reader

Seungcheol, Joshua and Soonyoung had been inside Seokmins room for a few hours. I had managed to get a hold of Joshua as he came out for some fresh air and he told me theyre drawing up a map of where in Gimpo airport the group is located. Seokmin was stressed and they didn’t want him shutting down so they had only let Minghao in to fix the radio connection and make sure we knew how to contact the Gimpo group from a different radio if we needed to. Joshua had looked anxious, his voice low and very concerned. “We are gonna have to take a huge risk with this, the raiders are notorious and if they get us, we are dead.” he had said, his eyes trained on the closed gates protecting the camp. A moment later he had disappeared back into the room and I had been left on the porch alone again, and the overwhelming sound of silence took over again.

The birds had started to gather in big flocks in the treetops and the choir of chirping was especially loud today. It was only when Chan exited the detached kitchen building with Sun by his side that the birds seemed to let up on their song. The younger boy seemed exited, despite the circumstances. He was almost galloping over to where I was stood, leaning on the railing of the porch. “Y/n! I have good news!” he called, the dog beside him just as exited as him. He took a few shallow breaths as he stopped in front of me, Sun going over to an overgrown brush to pee on it.

“Or at least I think this is good news.” Chan panted out before he looked up at me, his face cracked into a wide smile. “What?” I inquired, and I couldn’t help myself as I let myself mirror his contagious smile. “I think Sun is pregnant!” Chan laughed, looking like a child on Christmas day. I could feel my face flashing with surprise, happiness and a tiny bit of apprehensiveness. This wasn’t the best timing, but at the same time having a bunch of mini Sun’s running around wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. “What? Really! Are you sure?” I ask Chan as he lets out an exited giggle accompanied by a nod. “She’s maybe a month along, which means there’s about a month left. I think.” The younger man smiled before he continued, his eyes fastened on the dog happily sniffing a patch of dry grass. “I read a book that was meant for veterinary students once. It was about the anatomy of the most common house pets. I actually learned that hamsters have complex emotional lives and that they can have days where they’re extra grumpy.” I let out an amused breath as I followed Chan’s gaze onto the dog who was now looking back at me with her tongue sideways out her mouth, oblivious to the circumstances.

“We should try to look for more food to give her, she’s gonna be needing a lot more as time goes to keep her puppies fed as well.” He continued, crossing his arms over his chest. I didn’t answer as I lifted my head to see who the figure moving closer was. Sun jumped over to the man, and as I squinted against the sun I could recognize the raspy and slightly congested voice belonging to Kim Mingyu. “Hiii Sunnie!” The tall man chirped and squatted down to give her some pets. The dog was unusually fond of Mingyu and always stuck around him when he was in close proximity to her, which I found endearing, seeing as Mingyu’s entire personality kind of reminded me of a puppy as well. “Hey guys!” He called over to Chan and I, as he glanced our way. I gave him an affirming nod and tried to stifle the smile I felt coming as I took in the scene in front of me. The tall, handsome and smart man with the raspy and deep voice sat there on the middle of the huge gravel lot talking to a dog with a high-pitched baby voice. I heard Chan snort from his position, and I looked over at him and gave him a knowing smile. As the older male finished doting on the dog he moved over towards Chan and I. “How’s the big boys club coming along?” He asked, slightly jerking his head in the direction of Seokmin’s room. Chan shrugged his shoulders as he looked over at me. I shook my head as I looked between the two males. “I haven’t heard anything, but I’m afraid we might have to do something pretty soon. Like today soon.” I sighed as I stretched my left arm out to Mingyu for him to help me up from my sitting position. The wooden floorboards of the porch under me creaked as I stood up beside the men. “I don’t think you two are in danger though, I think Seungcheol would rather sacrifice me or Jihoon over loosing his resident surgeons.” I tried, only half joking which both the boys in front of me caught onto. Chan let out a slightly forced laugh as he scratched his neck while Mingyu cleared his throat slightly. “But on a brighter side, we might be getting some new company soon!” I smiled, giving a meaningful look to Chan as I turned to leave. “Wait, what?” Mingyu quickly continued, looking between me and the younger male. I was already climbing the first set of stairs up to my room as I heard Chan start to explain that Sun was most likely pregnant.

The door to my room creaked open, a wall of hot stuffy air meeting me as I stepped inside the familiar space again. I knew we most likely would go out to help Seokmin’s group before it got dark and I wanted to go. I wanted to make sure we got that kid back safe. So as soon as the lock on the door clicked shut, I grabbed my backpack that had been sitting on the same spot against the wall for a month and opened the second last drawer on the old worn out dresser I had my belongings stashed in. The old but sturdy thigh strap I had worn every day before I came here was laying on top of all the things placed in the drawer. I took it out, along with a neck knife that Wonwoo had handed me one day with a quick “don’t tell anyone” as he passed me in the hallway leading from the dining hall to the entrance room. I never knew why he did that, but I had took it as a sign of trust and hidden it in this drawer in case I would ever need it. Which seemed to be the case now. I quickly gathered up some extra clothes and a pair of gloves before I grabbed my water bottle of the nightstand and shoved it into the bag.

I had thrown the bag into the room we usually used to plan in before trips, before making my way over to the A framed building to find Jihoon. I found him sitting in the ugly green couch situated in the entrance room of the kitchen building, reading through a book I didn’t recognize. I slumped down in the couch opposite to him, and he only looked up for a second before lowering his eyes to the pages again. “You’re gonna go too?” He asked, his voice only a mumble as I shifted my attention onto the floor to ceiling window. There were only yellowing trees outside, but my eyes quickly fastened onto the different colored leaves outside the glass. “Mmm. They’re gonna have to bring me. I want that child safe and no fucking way I’m gonna let a gang of grown men go alone to save a pregnant woman and a child.” I mused, subconsciously running my finger along the taped parts of the material now clasped around my right thigh. Jihoon let out an amused sound, something that sounded like a mix of a breath and a snort. Silence once again filled the room and I had no idea how long the two of us had been sitting there when a whistle ripped through the still air.

Seungcheol, Soonyoung and Wonwoo had gathered on the porch outside Seokmin’s room, and as both Jihoon and I emerged from the separate building we could see Joshua disappearing between the huge spruces that shielded the cars from the changing weather. “We’re going in 15 minutes.” Seungcheol said, his eyes fastened on the watch around his wrist. He looked stern like he always does, but his hair was ruffled and messy, like he had been running his hands through it. “Wonwoo, you take Jihoon and Y/n to get some supplies from the storage, one firearm and one combat weapon each. Soonyoung and I will be helping Joshua ready the cars. We’re going in two groups. Group one is Soonyoung, Jihoon and Minghao and group two is me, Joshua and you.” He continued as he made eyecontact with everyone on turn. Chan and Mingyu where stood on the same place they had been when I left them, Sun stuck to Mingyu’s leg. I could barely make out Junhui’s face popping out of the doorframe to the room Seokmin was probably trying his best to rest in. There was a moment of silent agreement before everyone went to their respective places to finish getting ready.

Wonwoo wordlessly unlocked the tiny shed behind the garage where I had been once before and motioned for Jihoon and I to go inside. “Pick something you have used before, we won’t have time for any demonstrations.” He spoke darkly as he held the door open for the two of us. I took a quick look around the room before picking a Smith & Wesson semiautomatic pistol of the desk. It was a 9 mm and so I quickly gathered the right ammunition and snatched the first boot knife I saw before making my way back over to the clearing in front of the buildings. I had fastened the weapon to the waistband of my jeans and was holding the sheathed knife in my hand I made my way over to get my backpack. I opened the strat room, the table covered with maps and different notepads of addresses sitting untouched as I ventured inside to find my belongings. The room smelled like most of the other rooms, dust and warm boxed in air. The lock clicked softly behind me and I spun around in surprise, wondering who would come in here when we where all supposed to get ready, only to be met by Soonyoungs grinning face. “Hi.” he murmured as he looked me up and down. I sighed, letting out a shaky breath as I felt the tiny bit of adrenaline surge through my body from the unexpected surprise. The male opposite of me just laughed, his mouth closed in a cocky smirk and his eyes upturned into cresent shapes.

“What?” I playfully snapped as I felt my shoulders relax a little. He moved closer, his left arm coming out to touch my hip lightly as he cocked his head back to look at me again. “Nothing.” He breathed, slowly spinning me around so my back was against him. “You just look a little uptight.” He said, his breath fanning over my right ear as he leaned against me. His hands came up to lightly massage my shoulders and I let myself lean into him slightly. Silence filled the room as I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling of my taught muscles being worked on. “Be careful on this mission, okay?” Soonyoung whispered as he started working his hands down my back. “This is gonna be dangerous, more dangerous than anything we’ve ever done before.” He continued, his face coming dangerously close to my neck as he moved his thumbs against my lower back. “We can’t afford to lose the only one who smells good around here. That’s gonna stink.” the male joked, leaning his chin onto my shoulder as I let out a sound that sounded dangerously close to a moan. I took a deep breath as Soonyoung’s hands fell from my back and two seconds later took a soft hold on my hips to turn me back around to face him. “You be careful too, because you’re gonna do that again once we’re back.” I teased, stepping closer to the smiling male to wrap my hands around his midsection. I leaned into his chest, giving him a hug that should have been a few seconds shorter because just as we separated the door flew open and a quizzical Minghao stared between me and the man beside me. “We’re going.” The younger one stated before disappearing just as fast as he appeared.

I had grabbed my backpack quickly and as Soonyoung and I made it onto the parking lot we separated with a meaningful glance and seconds later the two cars where rolling silently down towards the city.

a/n: i totally forgot i HADNT uploaded this....im so sorry!!!! i had promised to upload it during christmas but so much happened i just didnt end up having time for it!!!! i feel so guilty, sorry :(( ill try to keep my promises from now on! thank you all for waiting and being so patient! also thank you all for 500 followers! i hit that sometime before christmas and i never said thank you so here i am, a month late giving my thanks through this way too late update! ily thank you for supporting and reading my work uwu

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Eating Habits Chapter 3: Worry

A month into Marinette’s first semester at university, Adrien works a shift at the bakery before meeting Marinette for a date at their favorite restaurant.

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“...And that’s the best technique for kneading the bread, son! Any questions?”

Adrien felt Tom’s gaze on him as he worked the dough, his tongue sticking out a little as he concentrated. The past few shifts at the bakery had been very enlightening. Mostly for figuring out how Tom became so big and strong - the giant sacks of flour and the constant kneading of dough had already starting wearing Adrien down. And he’d had years of superheroics to toughen him up!

“No, I think I’ve got it this time.” Adrien glanced at the lumpy, slightly burnt excuse of a loaf of bread that he’d made earlier that day. “...Right?”

A giant hand patted him on the back. “I’m sure, son. You’re doing much better this time around.” After they’d set it aside to let it rise, Tom dusted off his hands. “It’s good of you to want to learn to cook. It’s a skill that everyone should have.”

They each picked up a platter of freshly baked croissants and walked out to the front of the bakery. The midday rush had just run its course and most of the shelves had been picked clean. It was the ideal time for them to restock with the lack of customers.

Sabine patted him on the shoulder as he passed. “Thank you for helping, sweetheart. It’s always wonderful having you around the bakery.”

“Aw, really?” Even after all these years, it was difficult to fully grasp sometimes - adults that actually enjoyed his company!

“Of course, son!” Tom laughed. “Heck, we were worried we’d be seeing you a lot less now that our little cupcake has moved out.”

Adrien smiled as he restocked the macaroons. “You won’t be getting rid of me that easily!”

“That’s great to hear.” Tom moved swiftly between display cases, much faster than Adrien was plodding along. “We’ll be needing all the help we can get around here.”

“Why’s that?”

“The bakery has been doing wonderfully,” Sabine said. “In fact…” She looked at Tom meaningfully.

The large baker’s eyes lit up. “In fact, we were even considering opening a second location.” They both glanced at Adrien. “It won’t be anytime soon, of course, but…”

“...But it’s certainly something to consider,” Sabine finished. “And we can’t be in multiple places at once, so we’d need extra help.”

Adrien wasn’t dense. Well, he wasn’t as dense as he used to be. He understood what they were getting at, but he still wasn’t sure about anything. Any thoughts about careers or education or businesses… that was all still in the air. Would he continue modeling? Would he pursue one of the many hobbies he’d be forced to collect during his lycee years? Who knows?

So, for now, he dodged the question by changing it to everyone’s favorite topic.

“Have you guys spoken with Marinette much recently?”

If they noticed his blatant evasion, they didn’t mention it.

“She tries to come over for dinner during the weekends,” Sabine said. “But other than that, no.”

“We aren’t that surprised, though.” Tom tucked the empty platter under his arm and leaned against the counter. “She always was the sort to throw herself into something with all her heart. Whenever we do get a chance to talk, she goes on about all the projects she’s working on.”

“And the organizations she’s joined?,” Adrien prodded.

“Not to mention how she’s become the head of some of them.” Sabine smiled proudly. “Our little girl was always a natural born leader. Even if she sometimes had a crisis of confidence, she always managed to find a way.”

Adrien smiled slyly as he finished stacking fresh baked goods. They were proud of her for being a leader, but they didn’t even know the half of it. Marinette lead more than classes and student bodies - she inspired the city and lead superheroes into battle. Adrien knew that he, at least, would follow her wherever she led.

And today, that meant letting her choose the venue of their date for today. He pulled out his phone. Still two hours to go, but…

“Do you mind if I clock out now? I’m meeting Marinette for dinner.”

“Of course, son. You’ve done more than enough for today..” As Adrien set one foot outside the store, Tom yelled after him, “I’ll let you know how your bread turns out, too. Say hello to her from us!”

Adrien flashed them a smile. “Don’t worry, I will!”

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A shower, a change of clothes, and a kwami feeding later and Adrien was out the door of his apartment and heading for a nice little Italian restaurant that they both loved.

He’d been looking forward to this for days now. Finding the time for a date had proven to be very tricky ever since Marinette had started university. Not that he blamed her. He wasn’t sure about all of what university entailed, especially for a design student, but he knew that she wouldn’t leave him hanging intentionally. And he was patient. He was more than willing to wait for a date, just like when he’d tried to get that first date with her all those years ago.

His pleasant memories were disrupted by a jarring sight. Marinette was waiting for him, but there was a certain… dimmed quality to her, if that made sense. She was less vibrant. Paler. She’d done amazing work covering it up with make up, but he’d spent his entire life around the finest makeup artists in the business. Even if he hadn't see through it, there was an exhaustion in her eyes that no amount of concealer can hide.

Adrien pulled out the seat opposite her, his hand immediately reaching for hers. Her forced smile flickered and faded when she saw the worried expression on his face. She sighed.

“Yeah, I know. The semester has been a bitch.”

“But… you’re only a month in, bugaboo!” His eyebrows scrunched together in concern. “Are things really that tough over there?” He looked into her eyes. “Is there any way I can help?”

A smile - real, this time - lit up her face. “That’s very sweet of you to offer, but no. I don’t think there is.” She sighed. “Unless you want to spend a few hours holding fabrics for me, but even then-”

“Tonight? Sure, I can do that.”

“Kitty, I know you want to help, but this’ll be pretty boring.”

He shrugged. “Maybe. But at least I’ll be with you, right? That’ll at least make things go a little faster.”

“I…” She bit her lower lip, a little bit of the light returning to her eyes. “Thanks. I’d actually really love the company.”

He took her hand and squeezed it. “Me too. Now,” he raised an eyebrow, “would I be right in assuming you’ve gotten so caught up in work that you haven’t been eating?”

Marinette rolled her eyes and took back her hand. “Now you’re sounding like Tikki. I promise I’m eating, Adrien. It might not be three course meals, but it keeps me going.” She distracted herself by looking at the menu again. As if she would be ordering anything but her favorite.

Adrien took the opportunity to look her over again. He was reminded of the times during summer photo shoots when his normally strict diet became even more restrictive. The way he thinned out might have looked good on the camera as he modeled swimsuits, but he remembered how awful he felt during that time. It wasn’t healthy when he did it back then, and it wasn’t any better for his girlfriend now.

Maybe it was just a transitionary period. Maybe once she had a grip on her new workload, her eating habits would return to normal. But for now, something needed to be done.

While he was plotting, the waiter arrived for their orders. While Marinette asked for her usual of arrabbiata pasta, Adrien ordered two plates of his meal, plus extra appetizers. It earned him a strange look from Marinette, but he had a plan.

They chatted over their dinner. Mostly it was Adrien letting Marinette talk - about commissions, about classes, about the other students, whatever was weighing on her mind. He asked questions when he could to keep her going, offered advice whenever he could. It was gradual, but he could see the weight slowly lifting from her shoulders as she unloaded on him. It warmed his heart to see her start to come alive again.

But eventually, their meals were eaten. Marinette shot another curious look at his second plate, which had gone completely untouched. The mystery was solved when Adrien asked for it to be boxed up.

As they walked out of the restaurant, she asked in a teasing tone, “Don’t trust me to feed you while you’re over?”

Adrien chuckled. “This,” he tapped the box, “is for you, lovebug. I want to be sure you’ll at least have one good meal after I leave.” He winked at her. “Besides, we both know I’ll be the one cooking breakfast tomorrow.”

“It’s not my fault you get up at sunrise like some sort of monster,” she grumbled, but he could see her fighting down a smile. Adrien couldn’t cook much, but breakfast was something he had down pat.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head. “You’re welcome.”

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They got to her apartment and Adrien was surprised to notice that it wasn’t much different than when he had helped her unpack. It was as if she gave up on decorating partway through and her projects had taken over. And given that they moved her in not long before the school year started, that might very well have been the case.

They were barely in the door when Marinette let her hair down.

“Make yourself at home, sunshine. I’m going to slip out of this dress and into some pajamas.”

Adrien opened her refrigerator to stash the leftovers away and waited for the door to Marinette’s room to close. Once he heard the click, he opened up her purse and revealed a tiny red kwami.

Tikki blinked up at him in bemusement, a macaroon halfway to her mouth. “Um… hello, Adrien. How can I help you?”

“I can promise you Dupain-Cheng cookies if you give me the information I need.”

The kwami’s eyes widened as a calculating look passed over her face. Plagg may have been the more gluttonous of the two, but Tikki had her weaknesses. And there really wasn’t any better baked goods anywhere else.

Tikki floated out of the purse and glanced back at Marinette’s room. “You better ask quick, then.”

“Has she been eating?”

“Barely,” Tikki rolled her eyes. “If you can get her to eat more, please do. She skips meals all the time to get work done.”

“Is she taking on too much?”

Tikki shrugged. “You know how she gets. It’s a lot, but she is used to dealing with a lot.”

He’ll count that as a definite ‘maybe’ then. “How about-” Marinette’s bedroom door creaked open and Tikki flew away. It wasn’t much, but it was something. Not something reassuring, but at least now he had a sense of what he was dealing with. He walked around the couch and sifted through Marinette’s DVDs.

“Want to watch a movie while we work, bugaboo?”

Marinette sighed, a content smile on her face as she relaxed in her baggy sweater and yoga pants. “I would love to, kitty.”

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Saturday morning and Alya was already frustrated with Marinette’s apartment as she trudged up three flights of stairs. Granted, it wasn’t nearly as taxing as half the things she did as Rena Rouge, but it was the principle of the matter.

It was as she was angrily trudging up the stairs that she nearly collided with someone going the opposite direction. She managed to keep her grasp on her phone. Years of hanging out around Marinette had made sure that reflex was deeply instilled. After a quick second to confirm that she hadn’t dropped anything, she looked up at the person she’d nearly been bowled over by.

“Well, if it isn’t centerfold himself!” A wide grin crossed her face. “How’re you doing? Did you make a nocturnal visit, hm?” She waggled her eyebrows.

As hoped, Adrien blushed. “No- Well, I mean, yes, I did come over last night, but that’s not- we didn’t-”

She chuckled and put a hand on his shoulder. “Relax, sunshine. I’m teasing. Care to give me the news on what’s up with our favorite girl?”

Alya listened to Adrien as a frown slowly deepened on her face. It sounded a lot like half a dozen times Marinette had started to get too caught up in something before. Her work for Kitty Section. The many events she’d pulled off as class president for years. The weeks following Hawkmoth’s reveal. Compared to those times, this wasn’t that bad… yet. But knowing Marinette, they’d need to nip this in the bud before it blossomed into a big problem.

“...You see why I’m worried, right? It might not be serious now, but if this is how she keeps going for her entire college education…” He trailed off, nervously stepping from one foot to the other as he watched Alya.

“I get what you mean. I’ll see if I can talk some sense into her, but you know how she can be…”

Adrien seemed crestfallen. “Yeah, I know.”

“Still, thanks for the update. Don’t worry, I’m sure this is just her getting used to these big changes. See ya, later, hot shot.” Alya squeezed his arm reassuringly as they passed, already forming a game plan. She knocked on her best friend’s door.

Marinette answered. “Alya!” She smiled and wrapped her up in a hug. “I didn’t realize you’d be here so early.”

Alya smirked as she followed Marinette into her apartment. “Is that why I passed your lover in the halls? Should I give you a little warning so you can sneak him out earlier?”

Much like her boyfriend before her, Marinette blushed in embarrassment. “Alya…” she whined.

“You two are too easy,” Alya said with a snicker. She took the opportunity to put her nosy journalist skills to good work as Marinette returned to the piece she was working on.

The breakfast on the table - mostly untouched - definitely had Adrien’s hallmarks on it. The boy only knew how to make like three dishes well. All three were breakfast foods and she suspected some hairbrained advice from her boyfriend was to blame for that. She frowned when she saw that only a few bites had been taken out of it.

“Your breakfast is gonna get cold, M.”

Marinette groaned. “Now you’re sounding like Adrien. It’ll still be there when I’m done with this, I promise. I just need to-”

“Just need to have breakfast before your best friend force feeds it to you? Couldn’t agree more, M.” Alya put on a sickly sweet smile and Marinette dragged herself over to the counter. Alya joined her and sipped at the coffee she’d picked up on her way. “Now, what’s going on in Marinette land?”

While Marinette told her about a few tickets Jagged Stone had sent her for the Parisian concert, Alya dutifully listened. She had started mentally juggling her schedule to let her spend more time with Marinette. Alya was not one to let her friends suffer alone.