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Sanctuary - Chapter 38

Warnings: none really. Mark being a dick. Some profanity.

Tagging: @alievans007, @c-a-v-a-l-r-y, @thorsbathroomchicken, @innerpaperexpertcloud, @valkyrie-of-the-light

She’s at the door before he even gets a chance to fully open; hearing the scratch of the key card being inserted and the soft click of the lock giving way. Hair pushed away from her face with a wide fabric head band; eyes wide with a mix of concern and slight panic, face ashen.

“What happened?” she asks, stepping back to allow him into the small foyer. “I woke up and I saw your note and I started freaking out…”

“I left you the note so you wouldn’t freak out,” he sets the deadbolt, slides the chain into place. “Did anyone call the room? Anyone come to the door?”

“No. No one,” she stands on her tip toes as he leans down to press a chaste kiss to her lips. “What’s going on? Is everything okay? Neither of us are supposed to leave and I woke up and you were gone and I lost it a little bit and…”

He places a hand on the side of her face and silences her with a kiss; longer this time, his lips soft and tender against her own. Still on her tiptoes, both arms circling his neck. he curls an arm around her waist and pulls her tightly into him. Continuing to hold her long after the kiss comes to an end, the hand that was cradling her face now moving to the back of her head, pressing her face into his chest. He needs this. This moment. A chance to just feel her body against his. To feel the warmth that radiates off her, the way her heart beats against him, the way her fingertips feel as they softly scratch at the nape of his neck. He’s never realized just how much he actually does need this; to not only hold her, but have her hold in in return. It’s comforting. Soothing. And it helps to alleviate that last bit of rage that had been threatening to swallow him whole.

“Tyler…” she’s the first to pull away; tears sparkling in her eyes. “…what’s going on? And don’t say nothing because I know you. I know your expressions. I know the different tones of your voice. I know how your eyes change colour based on your moods. And I know how you get. When something is wrong. I feel it in your arms. The way hold me when you’re upset…it’s different. So different.”

That’s what five and a half years and incredibly strong bond can do. He’d become quite adept on ‘reading’ her as well. Knowing what the different facial expressions mean before she even opens her mouth to speak. Hearing the changes in her voice and her tone. Able to easily decipher her body language. He’d never had that with a woman before. Not even his first wife. In fact, he’d never had that with anyone. A bond so powerful and so all consuming that it can be overwhelming. It’s what happens, he supposes, when two broken people actually do succeed at not only fixing one another, but saving each other.

“You have to promise me that you’ll stay calm,” he says. “I need you to keep calm. Not just for yourself but for the baby. There’s not just you anymore. I need you to stay calm for the both of you.”

“Okay,” she agrees.

“Promise me.”

“I promise. What’s going on? Because my mom just called and she said that you told her to go back to her place. I mean, she was supposed to be gone two days ago after I told her to get the fuck out, but that’s besides the point. And she said that Ovi and Chloe just took off. With the kids. And Mac. What is going on?”

“What did I just say? About calming down?”

“I am calm. I’m not freaking out. I’m…”

He smirks, then glances down at the tiny fists that have an iron clad grip on the front of his t-shirt.

“Maybe I’m not as calm as I thought,” she relaxes her grip, but the tears that are threatening are raw and bitter and her entire body is trembling.

“Okay, you need to relax. Just relax…” he rubs his hands down her arms; starting at the shoulders and then moving slowly down to her wrists and then travelling upwards again. “…what has been the number one cause of any of problems you had all the other times you were pregnant?”

“Stress.”

“Exactly. So I really need you not to stress. I need you nice and calm, okay? Because we’re in a foreign country and far from home and your own doctor, so…” he presses a kiss to her brow. “…just relax.”

She rests her forehead against his chest, hands entirely releasing his shirt in favour of finding their place on his hips. Eyes closed as she draws in deep, steady breaths and then lets them slowly and smoothly.

“You need to just listen to everything I say. Can you do that? Can you just stay nice and quiet while I explain everything? I need you to that for me. Esme…” he runs a hand over her hair, then tangles his fingers in some of the tresses and gently pulls her head back, encouraging her to look up at him. “…I need you to listen to me. I need you to hear everything I’m saying. Can you do that? Please?”

She nods.

“I called Ovi this morning. While you were sleeping. To check on things. And he told me that there’s been some weird stuff going on. People have been calling the house. They’ve been leaving photos in the mailbox. Of the kids. Of you with the kids. Of me and you together.”

Her eyes widen.

“And someone showed up. At the house. Looking for me.”

“But…” she begins, and then stops, biting down on her bottom lip.

“Ovi said they had accents. Like mine, but different. Whoever it was, they were from New Zealand. They were definitely related to the Buckmans in some way. Now I don’t know why they’d go there, because I was made the second I got on the plane in Colorado. They knew I was here. Or at least they’d heard I was here. There’s only two reasons why they would show up at the house. One is to make sure that I found out and would go running back as soon as I did, just leaving them to do whatever the hell they want here to the McMann kids. The second is to make sure that I was really gone. That I wasn’t anywhere nearby when they came after our kids. Because that’s what they’ll do. They’ll go for the kids. Out of revenge. They won’t come after me personally. They’ll go after what they know will make me vulnerable.”

Her teeth are digging hard enough into her lip to nearly draw blood. Her chest heaving as she struggles to breathe through the flood of emotions threatening to surge through her. Her entire body trembling.

“Listen to me…” he implores, and once more takes her face in her hands. “…settle down…it’s okay…just breathe, baby. Just breathe. Everything is under control, I promise. You remember what I told you? About the money that I hid in the garage? And the weapons?”

She nods.

“I told Ovi to take the money and the guns. I told him to pack up the kids and Chloe and take off. And not to contact me until he got somewhere safe. I told him to ditch his old phone and get a new one, just in case the old one has a trace on it. The kids are safe with him. You know they are. He’s one of the few people I actually do trust with you and your kids, you know that. Everything is going to be okay. He’s going to get them somewhere safe and he’ll let us know when he does. You have to trust him, Esme. And you have to trust me. You have to trust that I made the decisions I did to keep them safe.”

“I do. I do trust him. And I do trust you. With my life. With our kids lives.”

“It’s going to be okay. I found out about this before anything bad actually happened. I had time to make things right. I had time to protect them. This could have been so much worse. Are you okay? You took that a lot better than I thought you would. I thought for sure you might snap on me and punch me in the face. Or knee me in the balls. Normally you’d freak out on me regardless of what I said.”

“I’m…I don’t know…I think…I think I’m going to be sick.”

She rushes for the washroom and he follows dutifully…albeit reluctantly…behind. It’s his weakness; the one thing that makes him physically ill. Not even the actual act of throwing up itself; but the sound. It doesn’t matter if it’s her or one of the kids; he mentally can not cope with it. But at the same time, he knows she needs him. That it’s partly his fault that she’s like this in the first place: kneeling in front of the toilet, vomiting profusely and violently. So he briefly lingers in the doorway, taking a few seconds to prepare himself before actually rendering aide.

He turns the cold water on in the sink. Both to effectively block out the retching noises and to soak one of the hotel facecloths; tightly ringing it out and then filling one of the glasses that sit on the counter top. It’s given her enough time to actually finishing throwing up; and he breathes an internal sigh of relief and turns off the top before joining her where she sits with her cheek pressed against the cold seat, eyes closed and tears streaming down her face.

“It’s okay,” his voice is calm and soothing as he crouches down beside her; ignoring the cracking of his knees and the discomfort that accompanies it. He’s not sure what’s actually caused her to be ill; if it’s everything he’d just dropped onto her plate or actual morning sickness. Or even a mixture of both. She’s suffered through every one of her pregnancies; horrific bouts of all day sickness, never mind just in the morning. To the point she’s initially lost weight instead of gaining it and had to be hospitalized for dehydration. Which is definitely not what she needs while being in a foreign country so far from him. “Neck or forehead?” he asks, and she cracks on eye open as he holds the facecloth where she see it.

“Forehead,” she whimpers, and he pushes her hand away when she attempts to take the cloth from him.

“I got it,” he says, as he presses the damp, cool fabric to her brow. “I got you.”

She manages a smile.

“You okay now? Got it all out?”

“I think so. I really hate you right now, thought. Just saying.”

“I told you why I did what I did. That I told Ovi to take off and…”

“Not that,” she gives a small laugh. “I mean this. The reason I’m puking in the first place. You may have really strong and ridiculously good looking genes, but there’s something in them that totally fucks with my system. It’s not enough that all the kids we make have to look and act exactly like you? But I also have to suffer like this first? Like, where’s the humanity?”

“Well, at the risk of you punching me in the face for saying it, I’m not the only one to blame for this.”

“I don’t even get how it happened in the first place. It had to have happened before we actually agreed to have another one. And you were using condoms. We were being careful.”

“I guess not careful enough.”

“You probably intentionally sabotaged them. You’re probably one of those guys that pokes holes in them on purpose.”

“Yep,” he grins, and presses the facecloth against each of her cheeks. “That’s totally what I did.”

She glares at him. “Tell me you’re joking, Tyler James or I will punch you in the face.”

“Of course I’m joking. I’d never do something like that and you know it,” he presses a kiss to her temple, pushes sweaty strands of her behind her ears. “I may have forgotten to wear one a couple of times, but…”

“Oh, shades of Dhaka. How cute. Because you didn’t learn your lesson the first time, right?”

“There wasn’t a lesson to learn. We did what we did, you got pregnant, we ended up having a beautiful little girl. End of story.”

“I still remember when she was born. How you cried. When the nurse gave her to you. You had the most amazing, content, peaceful smile on your face and these tears were streaming down. And you were looking down at her and it…” she finds herself getting emotional at the memory. “…you’d never looked so beautiful as you did right then.”

“Normally I’d get pissed that you’d call me that, but I’ll let you have it. Just this once,” he teases, rubbing her back comfortingly as she pushes herself up into a sit and then shuffles backwards in order to lean back against the wall of the of the tub. “Here…” he offers the glass of water, then tosses the facecloth into the tub and joins her; sitting alongside of her, stretching his legs out and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“That’s your bad arm,” she scolds.

“It’s fine. Hardly any pain. Well, besides what’s always there. Stop giving me a hard time. I’m trying here.”

“You’re a massive study in contradiction, you know,” she says, as she turns her body sideways and drapes both of her legs over his thighs. “People see this absurdly tall, crazy muscular, intimidating guy and immediately assume that you’re that way all the time. That you’re always aggressive and assertive. Maybe even scary. And you’re not. You’re not like that at all. I mean, you are when you have to be. But you’re so different when it’s just us. Or when you’re with your kids.’

“What I’m supposed to be like when I’m with you?” he grins, and drops a kiss on the top of her head. “Or with the kids? Am I supposed be that guy that kicks ass and impales people with garden rakes? Or would you rather me like this?”

“Definitely like this,” she smiles, and sips her water. “Although I have to admit, I’m almost embarrassed to admit that the other Tyler turns me on too. The savage one. The one that is capable of doing things like that. That is bad ass and brutal and would do anything to protect me and his kids. There’s something oddly sexy about that. When I think about some of the things you’ve done to people, I don’t know. It actually makes me wet.”

“Jesus Christ,” he chuckles. “You get weirder and weirder with each passing day, I swear.”

“But here you are. Still hanging in there. Despite the fact I’m a raging bitch some of the times and I haven’t actually been the model wife over the past five and a half years.”

“We’ve both fucked up. We’ve been said some things and done some things were pretty shitty. But that doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. If you think about how badly things went the first time either of us were married, we’ve had a lot of shit to get past. And we did it. Together. Neither of us walked away even when things got really bad. You could have easily told me to fuck off for good when we separated. And I wouldn’t have blamed you if you did. You even could have taken off with the kids and I would have deserved it.”

He’d been a wreck. It had been entirely his fault; he’d pushed her too hard when it came to choosing the job over her and the kids. He’d kept testing her limits time and time again and eventually she’d just snapped. And it would have been so easy to blame her, to make her out to be the best person. Paint her as the unsupportive, nagging, overbearing and demanding wife. But he hadn’t. He’d fucked up and he’d known it and owned it. And he had taken the punishment for it. Living for six months in a shit hole of a motel; throwing himself into the most dangerous jobs as possible and drowning the guilt and the pain in alcohol. And when she’d called him that night, he’d honestly been expecting the worst: that she needed an address to send divorce papers to.

“I never would have done that to you,” she says. “Taken your kids from you. I would never have kept them from you. Because even when you were a shitty husband, you were always an amazing father. Just because you didn’t love me, didn’t me you didn’t love them. I’ve never doubted that.”

“I’ve always loved you. I may not have always acted like it, but I did. I don’t think the problem is that we stopped loving each other.”

“It’s that we love each other too much sometimes,” she says, and then frowns. “Which is strange to say when you think about it. Is it even possible to love someone too much? Maybe if you blindly love someone and put them on some kind of pedestal and than you’re completely heartbroken when they don’t live up to your expectations. But that doesn’t sound like us. At least not to me, anyway. I mean, I always knew you were an asshole. So it didn’t surprise me when you started acting like one.”

“When I started acting like one? I was an asshole when we first met.”

“You were fine when I met you and bathroom chicken. But you turned into an asshole when you tried to choke me out after that first fight we had in Dhaka.”

“For the record, I didn’t try and choke you out. I wasn’t trying to kill you.”

“You were trying to get in my pants?”

“Well not at first. At first you just pissed me off. To the point I wanted to choke you out.”

“And then it became the kinky kind of choking me out.”

“Yeah…” he chuckles. “…I guess it did.”

“We are so fucked up,” she giggles. “I mean, at least we can admit it, right? That we are two very seriously messed up people.”

“Maybe that’s what makes us perfect for each other,” he reasons. “Maybe because we can admit it and we can accept it. We know we’re not perfect. We don’t expect each other to be perfect. But we keep working on things. Even when people think we should just give up and walk away.”

She frowns. “You’ve been talking to my mother, haven’t you.”

“Believe it or not, she’s not the only person who thinks I’m not good enough for you.”

“No. She’s not. You’ve spent five and a half years thinking that about yourself.”

He nods in agreement.

“And you don’t think I’ve felt that same way? That you deserve better than me? I’ve thought that tons of times. That you’d be better off without me. That it would be healthier for you if you just walked away and never looked back.”

“I never would,” he says. “Walk away.”

“You realize that can be either a blessing or a curse, right?”

“Yup,” he rubs at her thigh, presses a kiss to her forehead. “But I like to think it’s more of a blessing. Because I kind of like the way my life is now. With you. With my kids. With…” he places a palm against her stomach. “…the little bean.”

She smiles. It’s their ‘thing’; he’d come up with the nickname ‘little bean’ when she’d shown him Millie’s first ultrasound picture. He’d still be laid up in the hospital; recovering from knee replacement surgery and still struggling to regain a healthy chunk of his strength and stamina. It had killed him not to be there with her; at her side when she to see the baby…his baby….for the first time. And when she’d shown him that picture…pointing out where the technician had seen the umbilical cord, the heart, even the spine…all he’d seen was a bean. The nickname had stuck; being passed down to each of their unborn children.

“Please tell me everything is going to be okay, Tyler. Even if it’s not. Just tell me it will.”

“You mean with the baby or…”

“Everything. With everything that’s going on. Just say it’s going to be okay. Even if you don’t believe it. Even if everything is telling you that this is all going to go horribly wrong. I need you to hear you say it. That it’s going to be okay.”

“It is going to be okay. I’m not just saying it because it’s what you want to hear. I’m saying it because it’s true. The kids are safe where they are. With Ovi and Chloe. And you’re safe here with me. Everything’s going to be fine, Esme. I promise.”

She gives a sigh; it’s content, satisfied. At least for now. And she nestles her face into his neck; the tip of her nose and her soft breath tickling his skin.

“But there is something I need you to do for me,” he says. “Well not for me. With me.”

“Oh god…Tyler…what now…I love you, but what do you want now?”

“I know you said you were going to call that Billy guy. The bartender. And completely back out on getting together with him. I don’t want you to do that. I want you to still go.”

“We just talked about this, Tyler. You were the one who didn’t want me to. Because of the baby. You were worried that something would happen. To both of us.”

“I am worried about that. Which is why you wouldn’t be going alone. I’d be going with you.”

She pulls back look at him, eyes narrowed, brow furrowed. “How would that even work? I came here because you’d been made and you needed me to and meet with these people and get info. I wouldn’t have come here if you were able to do it yourself. So why…”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you. This isn’t about trusting you or not trusting you.”

“We’re going to walk in there and I’m going to tell them exactly who I am…who we are…and ask him for his help. A business proposition. I’m going to give him a chance to help us bring McMann down. It’s what the IRA wants, right? Revenge? And McMann has information we need. That will lead us to his wife and his kids. We need to find those kids, Esme. I need to get them out of there.”

“And you think this the only way to do it? To trust the IRA? Tyler, that sounds a little…insane.”

“They hate him just as much as we do, if not more. And he’s far more scared of them than he is of me. So why not sic the IRA on him in order to get what we want? They have ways of getting the information we need. We won’t even have to get our hands dirty. They can get more out of him than we can. So let them do it. Let them get what we need.’

“In exchange for letting them do whatever they want to him?”

He nods.

“That could get messy, Tyler. What stops them for coming back after you?”

“I’ve done nothing to piss them off. But the McMann has. And so have the Buckmans. What if I get the kids out and let the IRA take down the Buckmans? What if that’s the deal? What if all I want is information on where those kids are and I give them both McMann and the Buckmans in exchange. They won’t turn that down. And it keeps me out of their shit. I do not want to be going toe to toe with the IRA. And I know you don’t want me doing that, either.”

“This is risky and you know it.”

“The job is always risky. But this the cleanest way we can go about saving both the McMann kids and our kids.”

“You think the IRA will take it?”

“Why wouldn’t they? They want revenge, right? On McMann and the Buckmans? I have nothing on the IRA. I’ve never pissed them off or stepped on their toes. I’m just the guy that McMann was trying to use to stir up some shit. They don’t care about me. But I can give them what they want.”

“What can they give you? Other than the McMann kids?”

“Protection. For our kids. If the Buckmans can get to Colorado, so can the IRA. If I give them what they want, they give me what I want. They won’t turn that down. McMann is too big of a prize. The Buckmans are just extra incentive.”

“Are you sure about this? Like are you one hundred percent sure? Because I’ll go along with it if you are. If you can look me in the eye and tell me that this is how you want to do things. That this is going to work.”

He lays one hand on the back of her head, the other on the side of her face, locking eyes with her. “This is how I want to do things. And it’s going to work. I know it’s going to work.”

“Okay,” she says with a sigh. “I’ll do it. I’ll help you. But I swear to God, Tyler Rake, you can’t ask me for any more favours for at least eight months. Until this baby finishes baking and it comes out safe and sound. Because I’m not risking anything happening to little bean. Not even for you. Deal?”

“Deal,” he agrees, and seals it with a kiss.

****

“You realize this insane, right?” Mark inquires, prior to the start of the impromptu team meeting Yaz had called for. With only two hours remaining before the meeting with William Flynn, there were things that needed to be ironed out:. Someone needed to go into the pub and place hidden cameras in the back room, a sure fire escape plan and route needed to drawn out just in case things didn't go exactly as planned, there needed to be back up stationed somewhere outside. It isn't as simple as just sending someone in to get information. Every possible scenario...good and bad...had to be plotted out and considered, along with ways to solve any problems that might crop up. “This is never going to work.”

“Could you just once try and be optimistic?” Esme counters, as she pours herself a cup of tea out of the carafe that sits in the middle of the conference table. The hotel has been good to all of them during their stay; always offering up one of their rooms for their 'business meetings', providing them with food and drink. Whatever the size of the donation Nik had given them at the start of things, it had ensured both their hospitality and their silence.

“Could you for once not just look at the bright side of things?” he shoots back, as he prepares a coffee for himself. “That was always one of your weaknesses. Being overly optimistic.”

“Well I'm sorry Mister Negative, if I can't always live under a dark cloud like you can. Do you have a list of these weaknesses written down somewhere? Did you take notes? You know, so you could eventually throw them all in my face?”

“This is exactly why it didn't work. Why we didn't work,” he says. “You have to always get one up on someone. There always has to be some smart ass comment. You can never just stay quiet.”

“And here I was thinking that things didn't work because you're a gas lighting, manipulative asshole who couldn't keep his dick in his pants. But go on, Mark. Tell me all about how I'm the only one to blame for things disintegrating between us.”

“You know, maybe if you'd been more devoted to keeping things together...to being more wife like...I wouldn't have had to resort to the things I did. A man has needs you know. And you weren't always willing to fill those.”

“Oh so now it's the lack of sex that was the problem. That's what caused all of our issues. That's what turned you into a giant narcissistic dick bag. Do you ever just sit back and listen to the shit that comes out of your mouth? You should really record yourself one of these days. So you can go back and listen to the crap that you spew.”

“I admit, I had my issues.”

“”You think?” she scoffs. “You let a stewardess give you a blow job on the flight home from our honeymoon. Do you really think that could have been one of our issues?”

“But you weren't one hundred percent innocent. I know you like to play the victim. You want everyone to think that I was the bad guy and...”

“You were the bad guy. I didn't deserve any of the things you did to me and you know. You don't need me to make you look horrible because you are horrible. You're a shitty human being, Mark. And you were an even shittier husband. I wasn't the perfect wife. But I didn't deserve what you did. I didn't deserve any of it. You can spend the rest of your life lying to yourself that you weren't the one that caused all the issues, but it will never change the fact that you did. Get the fuck over yourself. You're not as charming and handsome as you think you are. Get a grip.”

“Who are you going to blame when things fall apart between you and Tyler?” he challenges. “Because they will. Fall apart. And it's going to be even worse than when things fell apart between us. Because now there's four perfectly innocent little kids involved in your bullshit and...”

“Five,” she interjects, and helps herself to a slice of pineapple from the fresh fruit tray in the middle of the table. “There's five. Well, four and a half if you want to get technical about things.”

Mark's eyes narrow. “You have got to be fucking kidding me. Is that all the two of you do? Fuck and make kids? Is that what your whole marriage exists of?”

“Well unlike when I was married to you, I actually like fucking the husband I have now. That and he actually knows how to give orgasms and doesn't just expect them. He also knows what the g spot is and where it is. You could always ask for pointers. I'm sure he'd be willing to teach you a few things. You know, so you're not an epic failure when it comes to pleasing your next wife.”

“Next wife? You ruined the entire marriage experience. You ruined other women for me. And not in a good way, just so you know.”

“Am I supposed to be offended by that? Mark, I don't lose any sleep at night over your opinion of me. I have a clear conscience. You know, I thought after nine years apart, you wouldn't be such a massive dick. You were showing so much promise. You came looking for absolution, you actually apologized for your shit, you gave me your help when you asked for it. You even showed up here. Which isn't exactly what I wanted when I asked you for help, but it is what it is. You start out good and then you just shit the bed and prove you're still the same fuck nut you were when things went to shit between us.”

“And you call me manipulative? He has no clue how badly you're manipulating him. How you've actually trapped him into staying. He has no fucking idea just how trapped he actually is.”

“Jesus Christ, Mark. You're a real piece of work. How can you even stand the sound of your own voice? Are you honestly that upset that I moved on with my life? You should be happy for me. That I could even stand another man touching me after some of the shit you pulled. Why can't you just be happy for me? Why can't you just admit you messed up and that you're glad I could get over it and move on with my life. And I haven't trapped him. He's free to go if he wants to, and he knows it.”

'Like he's going to leave his kids behind,” Mark gives a derisive snort. “There's no way he'd take off and leave his kids. So you just keep giving him more and more, guaranteeing he won't leave. That's actually pretty smart, you know. I'll give you credit. That's pretty goddamn devious. You're like some evil genius.”

“Yes, that's my dastardly plan. You figured it out. I just keep letting him come inside of me and knocking me up so that he'll stick around. You figured it out, Mark.”

“It won't work, you know. The two of you. Not in the long run. Because he's going to wake up one day and realize just how fucked he is and how well you played him and then it's all going to blow up in your face. And he is going to take off and you know what's going to happen when he does? He's going to take those kids from you and there won't be any way to stop it. He'll leave and he'll take the kids with him and you'll be alone. Again. And it will be all your fault.”

“Mark, you are about five seconds away from me punching you in the face. Do you know how humiliating that would be? To be punched in the face by a woman? And not just any woman. A pregnant woman? So I think you should stop while you're ahead. Because the people in this room? They will wreck you. There's nothing Tyler wants more than to beat your ass into the middle of next week. And it won't take much for me to convince him to do it. So keep pressing your luck. He's kind of in a mood and he wouldn't mind taking it out on you.”

He glances across the room; to where Tyler and Yaz are immersed in an intense conversation. Tyler has a good five inches on him; and at least twenty to thirty pound of sheer muscle and power. “I could take him.”

Esme can't help but laugh. “Sure. Sure you could. Why don't you go over there and try? I'd love to see you try. Do you realize the things he can do to people with his bare hands? He could kill you with one of the coffee cups. But by all means, if you think you stand a chance, go ahead. Start some shit. I'd love to see it.”

“I don't think I will.”

“Oh of course not. Because you know you'd be demolished.”

“Nik wouldn't approve. If I beat the shit out of her favourite toy.”

“Okay, now you are really starting to piss me off.”

“Burns your ass, doesn't it? The fact he was fucking her before he was fucking you? I'll give him credit; he's got great taste. First her, now you. He knows how to choose A plus ass, that's for sure.”

“First off, Tyler and Nik happened long before I ever came along. Second, you're a disgusting piece of shit for even talking about her like that. Nik and I don't always see eye to eye and we've had our issues, but she's still my friend. And she deserves better than you talking about her like that. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“She's on her way here, you know.”

“Nik?” Esme arches an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Well, two reasons, actually. The first is, she's pissed. With the little stunt Tyler pulled this morning. Sending the Indian kid away with your bunch.”

“His name isn't 'Indian kid'. His name is Ovi. And you'll call him by his name or you will get a punch in the throat. Even when he was fourteen he was a bigger man than you are now. You would have been crying like a little bitch if you went through what he did.”

“And second, she's coming to see me.”

“Why the hell would anyone come all that way to see you. That's a waste of perfectly good air miles.”

“Because unlike you, she knows a good thing when she has it.”

“Oh my God,” she laughs. “Are you serious right now? You? And Nik?”

“We kind of have a 'thing' going on.”

“You just met. And you haven't even seen each other in person. How can you have a 'thing'?”

“That's the beauty of technology. We can see each other even if it's not in person. And you're the last person who should be saying anything about people 'just meeting'. You were fucking Tyler three days after you met him. When you were supposed to be working. I know all your dirty little secrets, Esme. I know how the two of you shacked up in that hotel in Dhaka together and couldn't stop fucking each other while on the job. And I know he ended up getting you pregnant and that's the only reason he asked you to marry him in the first place.”

Her eyes narrow. “That is not why he asked. You have no clue what you're talking about.”

“You're so naive. You really think there was another reason behind why he asked? I'll hand it to him. He stepped up and took responsibility. He could have easily just told you to fuck off and get out of his life. But he actually asked you to marry him. That's pretty huge. That he'd be willing to take a risk like that, not even knowing if the kid was his for sure. I mean, if you were that willing to fuck him after just meeting him, he probably thought there would be tons of other guys you were fucking too.”

“There is something wrong with you, Mark. There is something very seriously wrong with you. You have no idea why Tyler made the decisions he did. I gave him an option. I told him that if he didn't want to be part of things that I'd leave and I'd never bother him again. That I didn't even expect child support out of him. So...”

“Did you really think he'd go along with that? Come on, Esme. You're smarter than that. You knew he'd stick around. You knew he wasn't going anywhere. He already lost one brat, he wasn't going to take the chance of losing another.”

“His name was Austin, you sick fuck. And he was six years old and he had cancer. How dare you talk about a child like that?A dead child. What is wrong with you?”

“Save your outrage for someone who gives a shit, Esme. You really didn't think he'd let you leave, did you? That he'd let you just walk away and take his baby with you? You knew he wouldn't. You knew he'd want you to stick around. And it was just a bonus when he asked you to marry him. And now look. Five and a half years later, four kids, another one on the way. Congratulations on that, by the way. You can be a shit human being, but you're a good mother. I'll give you that much.”

She opens her mouth to speak, then clamps it shut when the door to the conference room opens and three newcomers step in. Two males, one female. Fairly young; mid to late twenties at the older. And Mark greets them warmly; handshakes and one armed hugs.

“These are the Marines you asked for,” he address Esme. “When you wanted my help and asked if I knew anyone around these parts that I could get to watch things. These are three of the best I've ever had work under me. I knew right away they were the ones I wanted on the job. We've got Zak, Nathan, and Tanis. Lieutenant, Staff Sargent, Gunnery Sargent. Respectfully.”

“You were in the elevator that night,” Esme says. “The night I got here. You were pretending to be newlyweds and you were the third wheel.”

“We followed you guys from the airport,” Zak reveals. “We weren't taking any chances. So we hung back and just let on we were normal people.”

“And was it the two of you...” she looks at Tanis and Nathan. “...that were outside of our room? I heard you talking. I tried to follow you but...”

“They've been staying right under your nose,” Mark says. “Right down the hall. In that room the housekeeper convinced you was empty. Yeah, she's on my payroll too. What? You think Nik is the only one that has people she can call to get shit done? It's a booming business, Esme. Lots of pieces of the pie to go around.”

“Since when does the FBI get into the mercenary business?” she inquires. “I thought the Feds were more interested in stopping mercenaries than helping them.”

“We're not technically mercenaries, ma'am,” Nathan replies. “But we know a good payout when we see one. You're a former Gunny. You know the corps pays shit. Have to pay the bills somehow, right?”

“And this is just my side gig,” Mark speaks up. “This is strictly off the books. A little something to keep me busy when I get bored. And these fellas have a score to settle with McMann themselves, so...”

“Killed a buddy of ours,” Zak reveals. “Former corpsman we served with. That went into the business. Killed him during an extraction in Guatemala.”

Esme frowns. “Guatemala? Almost three weeks ago? My husband was working on an extraction in Guatemala. What the hell is going on here? McMann said he was there to watch Tyler. To watch him before asking him for help.”

“He wasn't there to watch Tyler,” Mark says. “He was there to kill Tyler.”

“Our buddy was providing tactical support,” Nathan explains. “He worked for Nik. That's who your husband works for, right? Nik Khan?”

She nods.

“He'd only been on the job for a few weeks,” Zak adds. “He was super stoked about it, too. Everyone knows who Tyler Rake is. The guy is a fucking legend. What with the Dhaka job and all that. I mean, you pretty much cement yourself as a fucking king when you can survive that.”

“He's the whole reason Quinn went into the business to begin with,” Nathan says. “To work with the man. All but had to beg Nik to give him a chance. He was over the fucking moon when she took him on and sent him into Guatemala. It was his first big gig. First extraction. And when McMann tipped his hand, Quinn found out about what he was up to and he went after him. To stop him. Which he did. But...”

“Jesus Christ.” Esme mutters, and lays a hand on her stomach; feeling nauseous.

“McMann never wanted Tyler's help,” Mark tells her. “This was all a set up from the very beginning. Both him and his wife are in on it. But the kids are missing. That part is true. But McMann brought Tyler here to kill him. Because he failed the first time. And he knew that Tyler would take the bait. What other way to get him to cooperate? A guy that has four kids of his own? He knew if he brought children into this, Tyler wouldn't say no. So now, here we are. Caught up in one big shitty fucking mess.”

“But the kids are still missing,” Esme concludes. “They still need his help. Tyler's help.”

“He's the only one that can help them,” Mark says. “And hopefully we can work together to stop him from dying in the process.”

#tyler rake #tyler rake fan fic #tyler rake fan fiction #extraction #sanctuary #chris hemsworth character

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uncomfortable-writers · 5 years

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Sugar and Spice (Tony x Reader)

(Gif credit to owner)

Fandom: Marvel

Character: Tony Stark

Persona: Female

Word Count: 2,984

Warnings: Sugar Daddy!Tony, hella smutty, a little rough/kinky (spanking, oral, choking, daddy kink), NSFW, swearing

18+ ONLY

A/N - For my love. A little different to stuff i usually write, shameless smut without plot although I am kinda interested in turning this into a mini series if that’s something y’all would like to see? Feedback is appreciated! Anyways enjoy <3

Tag List: @ofmiceand-batman

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It always started with a text, sometimes a phone call if he was feeling more daring or pushed for time. He always paid very generously even if you did decline the money it would always, somehow, end up in your bank. You couldn’t even remember how your arrangement started but you sure as hell were grateful for it. When your phone buzzed at exactly nine o’clock on the dot you almost didn’t check it. Today at work had been stressful so after you treated yourself to a warm bath, you all but collapsed into your fuzzy blankets strewn across your bed:

From: Daddy ♡

i’ll be over in 10, want u in that pink number i bought u, see u soon princess xo

It was like a weight dropped in your stomach. All the tiredness and pent up annoyance washed away in a second to be replaced by excitement, one that you didn’t realise you were hungry for.

Leaping up out of bed you made all the standard preparations like throwing on the tight, little pink bodysuit that hugged you just right and made Tony’s mouth water. It was very revealing, leaving little to the imagination. Checking the time on your phone you saw you had a few minutes to spare, Tony was always the punctual man. Dimming the lights you lit a few scented candles to add to the atmosphere. He loved it when the room smelt almost as sweet as you. Straightening out your bedsheets you made sure everything was in order, Tony liked your prim and proper organisation, it added a little order to his somewhat chaotic life. Just as you finished straightening out your pillows there was a knock on your door.

Skipping over to the door, you attempted to regain your composure before opening it to reveal Tony. He was dressed in one of his suits which cost more than your entire apartment. It helped add to the confidence he was already exuding. You couldn’t see his honey-coloured eyes as they were hidden behind his usual pair of sunglasses, they dragged slowly down your body and he couldn’t resist letting out a low whistle, after checking you out he tucked the glasses into his top jacket pocket. Looking dapper as ever with one hand resting on the doorframe, he used his other to nudge it open further, “Hey baby, you miss me?”. He walked further into the room and closed the door behind him, you let a giggle spill from your lips as you practically jumped onto the older man, your arms wrapped automatically around his neck like you’d done so many times before, “Of course I did”. He was a few inches taller than you but you still wrapped your legs around his waist, Tony’s large hand came to rest on your ass, the other on your hip. He squeezed it cheekily as his lips came to attack your neck, his beard tickling you all the while. He loved leaving marks.

Reluctantly Tony tapped your ass again to signal you to drop down, you wordlessly followed his order. “I missed you too princess”, Tony cooed as he gripped your chin and pressed his lips to yours, “I couldn’t wait to get away tonight and I mean look at you. All ready for me”. You intrepidly leaned up to steal another kiss. You felt Tony smile into it, his hands everywhere on your body and you mimicked his actions. You could never get enough of him, pulling back you looked up at him through your lashes, “Well let’s not keep you waiting then”.

You gripped his silk tie, using it as a lead you gently pulled him towards the bed. Tony didn’t protest, sometimes he liked it when you took control. You were about to push him down onto the bed so you could straddle him when he stopped and planted his feet into the carpeted floor.

Tony tutted disappointedly, “I think you’ve forgotten something, baby girl”. Your face visibly dropped as you scanned his own for any hint as to what it may of been. You room was tidy, you’d worn what he’d asked....Tony’s hand reached out and wrapped around your throat and in an instant you knew what you’d forgotten. “Where’s your collar baby?”, he cooed, his thumb rubbing circles as he constricted your air flow lightly triggering a flood of warmth to pool in your underwear. “I forgot I’m sorry”, you stuttered out in your panic, upset that you were displeasing your Iron Man. Tony’s face contorted further, “You’re sorry what?”, his voice suddenly dropped an octave signifying even more of his disapproval. “I’m sorry daddy”, you quickly added, your (E/C) eyes like a doe’s. Tony smiled at you, pleased with your response, “You’ve been naughty (Y/N). Very naughty. First you’ve forgotten your collar...”, his hand wandered to your cheek where his thumb then dragged across your lip, “And then you forget who you’re talking to? We just can’t have that now, can we?”. While maintaining eye contact you let your tongue dart out, licking his thumb and sucking it into your mouth. You shook your head in response to his question loving the way that every time you sucked harder on his thumb, Tony closed his eyes, his signature smirk plastered to his features. “You deserve a punishment, don’t you princess?”.

You nodded again to show you understood, feeling extra risque you suckled harder. Tony was already going to punish you so you might as well have your fun. He groaned loudly and bit his lip, “On the bed. Now”.

You sauntered backwards until your legs hit the bed, a wicked grin on your face. Collapsing onto it you tucked your legs under yourself and waited with your hands on your knees just like Tony had trained you to do. The older man hummed in approval, he started to undo his suit jacket. Your stomach flipped in anticipation; Tony was purposely dragging it out knowing how excited it would render you. He draped the jacket over the back of a chair and discarded his shoes near it. Next he slowly undid his tie as he finally walked over to you. Sitting down next to you he watched you intimidatingly, delicately folding his tie and placing it near him. “Now sweetheart, how do you think we should punish you?”, his hand tangled in your hair, as he stroked it lovingly. “Whatever you thinks best daddy”. Tony pretended to think, enjoying the way you were quietly whining and leaning into his hand, “I think we should start with a spanking, how does twenty sound baby girl?”.

“Yes please daddy”, you eagerly answered in a flash much to Tony’s amusement. He chuckled and suddenly his hand tightened in your hair as he used it to pull you across his lap, “Get comfortable then. Make sure you count loud and clear for me you pretty little thing”.

Before starting Tony admired the view, his big hands squeezed the tender flesh of your behind as you laid splayed out for him. He pulled on the thong, of the bodysuit letting it ping back against your skin. You moaned out of pleasure but it quickly turned into a squeal of pain. The noise of skin hitting skin echoed around your room, “One”. Tony let his fingers dance across your cheek building up the tension which he finally ended with another slap to your ass, “Two”. “You’re doing great baby girl”, he praised.

18 spankings later and you were a hot, drooling mess trying hard not to wriggle around in Tony’s lap. Your ass was redder than your cheeks were, the stinging on your behind soothed by Tony added to the pleasure stirring in between your legs and the fact that you could feel Tony’s arousal against your thigh was only helping to push you over the edge. “You are such a good girl for daddy”, he said, “Are you okay princess?”. He lifted you off of him to stand on the floor in front of him, you were at eye level with him. Only now could Tony appreciate the effect he had on you: wild eyed, cheeks flushed and lips puffy. His hand stroked your cheek as he waited for your answer, Tony would never push you past your limits and he always wanted to make sure you were okay. His hand burnt your cheek, you needed more, “I’m okay but I need you daddy. Wanna make you feel good”, you mewled. Tony’s eyes lit up, your words only adding to his hardness. His hands shot out and grabbed your shoulders pushing you down onto your knees, “You wanna make me feel good? Get on your knees and open wide baby girl”.

That was all the permission you needed.

In a heartbeat you started to work on his zipper, your mouth already salivating. Once that was undone you gripped greedily at both the top of his trousers and the waistband of his boxers. As you started to pull them down Tony lifted his hips to aid you. Tony’s cock never failed to make you go starry-eyed, it was big and it was girthy, the tip swollen and already leaking precum. Just the way you liked it.

You gingerly let your tongue swirl gently over the head gathering the salty liquid as you lightly gripped the base of his cock. “Fuck”, Tony sighed softly trying to keep his head from drooping backwards. Your mouth opened wide enough just to take the tip fully in, you sucked softly as your hand teased the rest of his length. He was starting to grow impatient. Tony started to caress your hair and suddenly he tangled his fingers into it, forcing you to take in more of him. Relaxing your mouth you placed your hands onto his thighs, he grunted, “Be a good girl and take it”. You were midway down his length when he started to push into your throat, the burn all too familiar. You tried to repress a gag unsuccessfully, Tony relented pulling your hair to pull your head back up, strands of your drool coating his cock, “Just relax baby”, he instructed giving you a second to breathe before he started to push you back down. You hummed around his length as you soon got back to the midlength point, Tony moaned again pushing slightly on your head. You took a few more inches, you could feel your stomach tightening as he slid further and further into your throat until your nose was tickled by his neatly trimmed curly pubic hairs. “Oh fuck princess”, he held you still, one hand still on your hair, the other rubbing your throat where he could feel himself, “You’re doing so well”.

Your fingernails dug into the sensitive skin of Tony’s thighs, increasing the pleasure. Your eyes threatened to leak tears. Your throat was even more sore than your behind but still you tried your best to swirl your tongue against the smooth underside of his length. Without warning Tony started to move your head again and soon the room was filled with the obscene noise of Tony fucking your throat. String of curse words floated freely from Tony’s lips, his eyes half-lidded as he relished in the sinful pleasure he took from your mouth. You could do nothing else but sit and let your throat be abused, (not that you didn’t enjoy it). You hummed and moaned as he guided your head up and down his cock, the vibrations delicious against him. A hand slithered down Tony’s thigh to cup his balls, you rolled them faintly loving the way Tony’s moans grew louder. His thrusts started to grown more vicious until he finally pulled out of your mouth with a pop, a trail of saliva dribbled down your chin as you grinned up at Tony. You were even more of a mess than before with your hair all wild and spit smeared across your cheeks.

Tony took a minute to wait for his conscientious to return to his body, “Damn baby, I almost didn’t last”, he took your arm amiably pulling you up onto the bed next to him, “Almost didn’t get to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours”.

He pushed you down so you were lying in front of him, you hair fanned out around you as you watched him fervently. Quickly Tony discarded his white dress shirt throwing it onto the floor, the bed bounced as he maneuvered he way into the middle of the bed. “God look at you, you’re so beautiful angel”, Tony complimented you. He pulled on your ankles to bring you closer to him, “Can’t wait to fuck you baby girl but first I’ve gotta get a quick taste. Do you want that baby?”. Tony pushed your legs open so he could sit in the middle, he leaned down until he was hovering over your barely clothed pussy. “Please”, you mewled, trying not to buck your hips up to his mouth. He raised a bushy eyebrow as he pulled the fabric of your thong to the side, his breath hot against your core making you crave attention. “Please, daddy”, you begged. He smirked before diving his face between your legs. His beard scratched the tender skin of your inside thighs, he licked a line up your slit until he reached your clit which he sucked into his mouth, “Oh Tony!”, you droned, unable to keep your hips from moving, your hands were gripping the bed sheets, Tony adored the sight in front of him and how only he had the power to make you come this undone. There was a coil tightening in the pit of your stomach as he plunged a finger into your pussy. Tony was looked on knowingly, waiting for the signs that you were about to orgasm. Your breathing sped up, your back involuntarily arched and just as you were about to explode Tony removed himself from you.

Your brow furrowed. Your head raised and you wanted to scold him but he opened his mouth first, “You’re gonna cum around my cock princess, okay?”, his beard glistened in the candlelight from your juices, “You’re so wet baby girl, look at what you’re doing to me”, Tony leaned back on his haunches, he tapped his cock against your thigh as he fisted it. He was impossibly hard. “Are you ready princess?”. You whined, “Please daddy, I need you”.

“Always the good girl aren’t you (Y/N)?”, he purred coming to rest his body between your spread thighs, cock in hand he rubbed it up and down you slit a few times making sure to spread your wetness. He poked the tip of his cock into your opening. He pushed at an achingly slow pace, relishing in the feeling of how easy he slipped into you. With a roll of his hips he was fully sheathed inside you, he cursed in delight, “You’re so fucking tight”. Thrusting a few more times Tony changed the position of your legs so that one was slung over his shoulder and the other was wrapped securely around his waist. The change allowed him to hit deeper spots inside of you, any moans that came leaking out of your mouth were quickly swallowed by Tony as his lips attacked yours furiously. The room smelt like sweat, the air was thick with arousal, the bed squeaked comically with each precise thrust from Tony. He pulled away long enough for you to yelp, “Oh god Tony, harder daddy please!”. He pressed one last kiss to your lips before he moved to suck on your neck, as he started to lick and suck he started to pound ungodly fast into you, “Oh fuck!”. Your arms tangled around his neck, pulling on his hair.

When he was satisfied with the amount of purple marks he’d left, he raised your other leg onto his shoulders so that your knees where now pressed into your chest. Then he snaked his hands to your neck before he started to pound you at an ungodly rate, gradually increasing the pressure on your airways. “You look so pretty with my hands around your throat”, he teased, tenderly placing his forehead against yours. You were coming undone beneath him. With each thrust of his pelvis he was tickling spots inside you which you didn’t even know existed. You were seeing stars, babbling nonsense to the man fucking you like there was no tomorrow. His grip became so tight that you were starting to see little black dots cloud your vision, “Are you gonna cum for me princess?”, Tony was beside your ear, hot and encouraging. “Yes!”, your answer was stuttered. He tightened his grip just a little bit more, “Then cum for me baby”. A few more thrusts from Tony and the gates of heaven opened; your back arched until your chest was rubbing against Tony’s, the moans emitting from your mouth were downright pornographic only serving to fuel Tony’s lust. You could feel the heat leaking out of you, you were unable to come down from your high as his vigorous thrusts never let up.

The fluttering of your walls around his cock was starting to become too much for him. Tony’s groans started to match the sloppiness of thrusts. He was plunging further and further into you, changing his pace from rough and fast, to slow and deep. He placed his forehead on yours again muttering incoherent sweetness until finally he pulled back. Tony jerked his cock a few more times, his eyes shut out of the sheer bliss he could feel approaching before he finally shot his load all over your thigh.

Sweat was beaded on his chest reflecting in the light as he finally came around, he stilled his breath to match the calming speed of yours, he cheekily smiled down at you, “Fuck I missed you (Y/N)”.

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rvwchck · 3 years

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tweet at first sight

It was one tweet. Not even all 280 characters. Just the simple phrase “I feel like @jamiethebee would be down to egg a house for his fans. just saying”.

I didn’t have more than 500 followers on Twitter, and those included only people from my school. It wasn’t even a fan account, nor was it even remotely related with Jamie Lee Oliver.

So naturally, when I saw his username in my DMs, my stomach almost fell out of my ass. Keyword being almost.

I screamed, and I did it loud. Thankfully, I was alone in my apartment, because having my roommate witness my prepubescent stunt would have been enough for me to move out. Which sounds serious when it comes from a college graduate living in Southern California.

8:06 AM

@jamiethebee: pick your poison.

tap to download attachment.

He had sent me a picture from the egg section in what appeared to be Walmart. I decided it was better not to answer, considering I was late for what seemed to be the millionth job interview of the week. Nobody said life after graduation would be so hard. Especially after enduring the hell that is living in a dorm the size of a shoebox.

Looking at my appearance in the mirror confirmed that I would not, in fact, get hired today. It may have to do with the fact that between my now coffee-stained shirt and red pants along with my rusty red hair made me look like a war zone. Or a used tampon. Or both.

Clearly L’Oreal Colorista was not the best hair dye in the market.

I glanced down at my phone, partly wondering if I had any new texts from Leo—or as I liked to call him after that cheating incident, Satan—and partly to see if any other celebrities had graced my inbox. None of those scenarios had happened, and I was now 10 minutes late.

Just when I was rushing out of the door, my roommate opened the door with a slam and proceeded to face plant onto the couch.

Well, I thought, at least I’m not in med school.

***

I somehow managed to miss the train and the bus. All in a 15 minute span. Which meant I was 25 minutes late for the interview. It would be a miracle if I even got to announce my name, or hand in my resume.

My hair was completely disheveled and one of my shoes had come off in the middle of the street, meaning my pizza socks were on full display once I arrived to the building of Pyramid Publishing. The receptionist directed me to the 16th floor, where everything was white, or really pale beige.

I sat on one of the couches ,well, rested my back for half a second before I was interrupted.

“Lisa Martin? Sorry for the long wait, we had some issues with the air conditioning” A tall secretary poked her head from one of the offices in the waiting area.

I was not a true believer, but God had just done me a solid.

11:30 AM

@jamiethebee: so you discover a

dark truth about me and then you

leave me on read?

@jamiethebee: wow, RUDE.

I hid my phone in my purse, my heart beating at an alarming rate against my chest. I was still having a hard time believing the Jamie Lee Oliver had slid into my DMs and went to the produce section of the grocery store for me. The fact that he had the audacity to call me out was also making my brain go haywire trying to come up with a decent answer.

All while struggling to pay attention to the code of ethics of the company. Because yes, I had just gotten hired to be an editor for Pyramid Publishing.

“The idea Miss Martin, is for you to have a week to get to know the office and the way things work around here before you fully immerse in what is a typical schedule of an editor in Pyramid Publishing” The man, Gregory Truman, had a smooth voice and gave off an aura of authority, partly because of the way he was seated, and partly because his secretary seemed to be in awe every time he opened his mouth to speak.

I nodded along completely distracted, smiling every once in a while to show that I was happy for the opportunity I had just been given. After four years of majoring in English and getting tired of hearing that it would be impossible to find any job, I had just landed the job of my dreams. Which sounds amazing, but it really consists of earning enough to cover my part of the rent and to afford one or two nights out every once in a while.

After agreeing to come back tomorrow morning to start my briefings, I left the building and headed for the bus station. I was about to acknowledge my Twitter notifications, which seemed to be glaring at me, when my roommate called.

To any person this would come across as normal behaviour, however when you live with a med school student who lives and breathes for their career, you get used to not hearing from them for days at a time. No news, good news right?.

“What’s up buttercup?” I answered cheerfully nonetheless. Amanda tends to be overly dramatic and extremely analytic of phone and text conversations. She has flipped out on me for answering the phone with a simple ‘hey’, claiming that she thought I was mad at her and didn’t want to live with her anymore because she forgets to hang her towels. Her words, not mine.

“Yeah, yeah, no time for greetings. Listen the curry exploded all over the kitchen” I was once again, rendered speechless.

Amanda comes from an Indian family that loves to travel and above all, loves to eat. Her recipe book is overflowing and constantly getting thicker. However, her skills are not getting any better. Last week she managed to turn the butter on fire while attempting to melt it in the microwave. Who knows how she managed to do that.

“Okay so there’s no need for me to buy more oils for the diffuser, is that what you’re saying?” I would have worried if it was another person, but Amanda tends to worry a little too much over everything and I don’t want her to beat herself up anymore over this.

“No Lisa I’m serious like I don’t even know where to start cleaning and I’ve probably ruined the kitchen and we won’t be able to repare it and I just know that you’ll want to move out because of this and—“

“Okay this is what you’ll do. You’re going to go to the wine cabinet and open a bottle of rose, you know the one you like, and you’re going to calm down and then start cleaning. First the floor so you don’t keep making a bigger mess, then the counters and so on. Mandy, seriously its not the end of the world, did you at least get to have lunch?” I heard a grunt, then a sigh. Not good.

“Obviously not Lisa, I’m on call tonight apparently. I don’t even understand what they want me there for since I just worked the morning shift two days in a row and I’m not even a real doctor yet. Like what the fuck? This is abuse”

“Okay babe, see you at home!” I hung up with a smile on my face, determined to make something out of today other than cleaning curry with Amanda. So I opened Twitter.

12:21 PM

@misalartin: pity, i only shop organic.

@misalartin: excessive hormones,

you know?

Not even thirty minutes had passed when he replied.

12:43 PM

@jamiethebee: so tell me when

and where.

tap to download attachment.

It was then I realized I had not stopped internally screaming since 8 am, because it was the only way to explain how I had not fainted yet.

Jamie Lee Oliver had been my celebrity crush ever since I knew how to turn the tv on. He had started out as a child star in my favorite tv show Morgan’s Backyard, and then had gotten into more serious stuff like action movies, playing superheroes and whatnot. Once I grew out of children’s tv, I stopped following him as an actor although his Instagram and Twitter were a true gift for my feed. He was beautiful, with dark brown hair and equally dark skin that made his pearly smile stand out beyond anything else. His chocolate eyes blended perfectly well with the rest of his complexion, which made him seem really inviting in the way his eyes disappeared almost completely when he smiled, almost like he wanted everyone to have fun along with him.

Doubt started to creep in and was slowly consuming me. I knew exactly what I had tweeted, but it was exactly that, just a tweet. I never imagined he would even see it, much less acknowledge it. Besides, I didn’t know if it was the smartest idea. I mean Leo had cheated on me, and in my old apartment when I was supposed to be in one of my classes. So I got home early because I was in the mood to skip and that’s when I found him. On my bed, on top of a freshman rushing for the sorority I belonged to. Even in that moment, I was not a confrontational person and I absolutely hated violence. But he had also shattered my trust completely and disregarded our relationship.

In hopes of being more proactive and doing the right thing, I replied.

12:48 PM

@misalartin: alright, BJ’s

in Forest ave

@misalartin: say 6?

12:49 PM

@jamiethebee: it’s a date then.

***

My hair was resembling a mood stone. In weak attempts of making my hair even, it had turned a beautiful brick orange. Adding the smell that undoubtedly clung to my clothes, I was now the personification of a plate of curry.

All of that didn’t matter once I got to BJ’s and saw a tall figure leaning on one of the walls outside. He had disguised himself extremely well, with a black hat that cast a big enough shadow to hide his face. Which I was thankful for, because the clothes he was wearing would not help him blend into the crowd. With a pair of checkered pants and a teal coloured shirt which made it clear he had missed the class on “How to dress up for a spy mission™”.

Taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I forced my feet to move towards him.

“Well one of us clearly misunderstood the mission” I said jokingly when I reached him.

He looked up from his phone and I managed to keep my cool. Not because I could, but because the sun was glaring right on my face, which made it impossible for me to see practically anything. My knees almost gave away when I covered the sun with my hand. It took every ounce of willpower for me not to jump and squeal like a crazy 12 year old girl, he was really here in front of me looking all perfect and ready for a fashion show. Contrary to myself, which looked ready to sleep in a homeless shelter. My black sweatpants and hoodie clashed completely with him and you could immediately tell we were opposites when it came to the lives we had.

“Lisa, right?” Jamie’s voice was deep and almost a whisper, which made a chill run through my body like electricity. It made me want to hear him speak forever, not caring about the topic he chose.

“Yeah. Um, do you really want to do the egg thing?” I couldn’t stop the words from escaping my mouth once I saw he had not one, but two boxes of 12 eggs.

His laugh was like a song that I wanted to listen to in replay non stop until I couldn’t stand it. And then he did the unimaginable, he pouted.

“What, chickening out already?” I smiled in embarrassment and looked down at my feet to hide my blush.

“Weren’t you taught that violence is not the answer?” I questioned him and his smile only seemed to grow bigger. Which was nice, but also worrying since it meant I was losing my moral battle.

“It’s not like we’re throwing eggs at someone, right? It’s just a house. Nothing a good cleaning can’t fix” He took off his hat to ruffle his hair before leaning down to whisper in my ear “Besides, who knows what else can happen” Jamie leaned against the wall again with a smirk, knowing perfectly well the effect he was having on me.

“Alright, you had me at eggs” I smiled sheepishly and then dragged him along to the bus stop. We kept talking, asking each other questions and trying to disguise our flirting behind lame excuses to get to know each other better.

He lowered his hat even more once we got on the bus and kept his hand on the small of my back in order not to lose me in the mess of people. It felt natural, like it wasn’t the first time we met and his hand was used to touching me all the time.

“So how come you talked to me?” I asked curiously, turning my body towards him. The bus lurched into a sudden stop, which caused me to stumble forward. Jamie caught me quickly, securing both arms around my waist and crushing me against him, since he was leaning on one of the walls. Thankfully, the eggs stayed safe beside him.

“Well the offer was more tempting than the usual ‘Jamie I love you please marry me’ kind of thing” He rubbed my arms and held eye contact with me the whole time and I was in heaven.

“Naturally, who doesn’t want to egg houses instead?” I quipped with an eyebrow raised and he laughed under his breath, like he didn’t want people in on our conversation.

“If egging houses is what I have to do to spend time with a pretty girl, then I’ll choose it over marriage any day” I was not one to fall for the usual lines, yet here I was struggling to reply without him finding out that I was very close to calling the whole thing off and take him to my apartment instead.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I glanced outside and pressed the buzzer to get off. Jamie followed me walking along the sidewalk but this time, in silence. I walked these streets like I never stopped, being grateful I chose to move out of my apartment after everything that happened.

I stopped when I recognized the familiar stones that led to his porch. It felt like I was living my worse nightmare. The maroon mailbox contrasting with the blue porch but clashing with the shiny Audi parked in the outer garage.

Suddenly, it didn’t seem like the best idea. I had to leave. Best case scenario: Leo found out but didn’t press charges. Worst case scenario: Jamie and me end up in a jail cell. Neither situation seemed appealing to me. Especially since they both involved talking to him. I wasn’t the best at concealing my anger. And I had a lot to conceal.

I didn’t realize I was crying until I felt Jamie’s warm hands wiping my cheeks. He crushed me to his chest as if we’d done this a million times, and I took a deep breath to calm myself down. The tears had stopped, yet he kept running his hand through my hair and rocking us softly.

He stepped back only to lean down and open the first dozen eggs. He placed one in my hand and then looked at the Audi in front of him.

“Do you think it has an alarm system?” He voiced my question out loud.

“I really hope not” And then I threw the first egg.

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Either Leo didn’t care about his Audi becoming an omelet, or he simply didn’t find out about it. I was over the top we were not stuck in a jail cell, and even more happy I had avoided confrontation.

We were walking in silence again, the weight of reality on our shoulders. Now that we had pelted an entire car with eggs, there was nothing left to do with each other. It was no secret that he had to go back to Los Angeles and I had a curry explosion to take care of, yet I was finding it hard to see how our paths could cross again.

“I smell curry. Can we extend our date to more than just damaging private property?” Jamie stopped to look at me properly for the millionth time and once again, my knees threatened to give away. God his eye contact was going to kill me.

I didn’t have the heart to tell him how I was the source of the smell, so I nodded and let him lead the way this time.

One thing I had found out about Jamie Lee Oliver, he was not the best with directions. We walked around the same block four times before I got tired and yanked his phone from his hands.

“Just tell me where you want to go” I sighed exasperatedly and he chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Take me to the best burger place you know” And with that, he wrapped his arm around my waist and kept walking naturally, like he hadn’t just caused my heart to perform a drum solo in my chest.

It was a long walk, especially since I was hell-bent on getting away from my exs’ neighbourhood as quickly as possible. Jamie didn’t seem to mind the distance, so I kept my mouth shut.

“So Lisa” He spoke my name like it was foreign on his mouth, yet he treated me like I was anything but “Tell me something about yourself, something you haven’t told anyone” The words he spoke made me want to cringe, yet his tone was so inviting, it was impossible to refuse.

“Well” I hesitated, there could have been a million things to say that would have made me look better or more attractive. Instead, I chose “I’m the reason you smelled curry” Jamie tried to mask his surprise as best as he could, yet it was clear this was not what he had imagined I would say.

So naturally, I continued “My roommate managed to cause a curry explosion in our kitchen and when I came home from my interview I had barely any time to get ready before I met you and I clearly didn’t think things through because if I did, then I wouldn’t have showered. Which sounds disgusting but it would’ve made the smell less apparent and my hair a little less similar to a burning building. Also I tried to dress for the occasion but actually made an effort to look presentable, but clearly I didn’t do—

His lips were what interrupted me. One second I was boring his ears off with my rambling, the next Jamie Lee Oliver was kissing me. It was like no other kiss I’d had, he towered over me but not in an awkward way and his hands seemed to touch me in the right places at the perfect time. He was rumoured to date many girls and I understood why, he felt as comfortable kissing me as he looked when he was acting on camera. Reality caught up with me and made me lose focus, so Jamie pulled me closer to him by the waist.

After what seemed like ages, he pressed his forehead against mine and pecked me a few times on the lips then closed his eyes and stayed silent for a few seconds, just holding me close to him. My eyes darted all over his face, trying to find something appropriate to say, yet words failed me.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have done that, but I’ve been meaning to since I saw you crossing the street to meet me”

Looking back, if I had to pinpoint the moment things changed for the both of us, I would say it was this one. Because this, was when I threw caution to the wind. It was like I couldn’t get enough of him. So I kissed him this time.

Laughing against my lips he pecked me once, twice. Then held my hand and continued walking in the direction of the restaurant.

***

I was a blushing mess the remaining walk to the restaurant. Even when we asked for a table for two, I couldn’t keep it together. In fact, I felt my face grow even hotter, if it was even possible.

“That blush is fucking adorable” Jamie whispered in my ear and his hand crept lower, which did not help at all with my blushing.

The waitress raised her eyebrows at Jamie’s blunt movement but led us to a table in the far corner of the room.

“I don’t do this often, not with many girls” He blurted suddenly, still looking down at the menu. I’d decided to order the french burger and was waiting expectantly for him to decide, yet this had caught me completely by surprise. His warm eyes met mine in a piercing gaze “I don’t want anything serious either”

“I just egged my exe’s Audi, I can barely stomach a burger let alone a serious relationship” I blurted honestly and he grinned. I had just found my way into Jamie’s heart.

He grabbed my hand while he ordered for the both of us and when he ordered a taxi to take us back to my place. He continued to hold it while we kissed in the elevator, and when we continued to do so everywhere in my apartment.

Jamie Lee Oliver held my hand the way he held my heart, and I don’t remember him ever letting go.

#writing #short fiction #short snippet #story #romance #new adult #mmusings #rvwchck

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sexcoffeeandkellynickelsfics · 4 years

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A Birthday Suprise//An Izzy Stradlin Fanfic

Happy Bornday @slashscowboyboots I hope you like your lovely Izzy birthday surprise! 💖💖💖(it’s technically your birthday in my time zone so.....)

“Izzy can you please tell me where we’re going?” Karen looked over at her boyfriend in the drivers seat and sweetly fluttered her eyelashes at him and pouted.

“That would be telling and giving away the whole of your birthday surprise” he smirked trying to keep his focus on the road.

A while later they pulled into the lot at the airport.

Karen quirked her eyebrow at him.

“The airport?”

“Yes......” Izzy drawled.

Something then clicked in Karen and she started to panic.

“What about Violet” she panicked.

“Don’t worry I left a key with Duff and Amy so they could check in on her between their shifts at the bar”

Karen breathed out.

“Oh, oh that’s okay then”

Violet was Karen and Izzy’s 7 week old pup they’d found her through an AD in the paper and had fallen in love straight away and went to pick her up the very same day.

She starting panicking again.

“‘My passport I don’t have it!” She gasped.

“Nor do I have my suitcase!”

“Ah my love it’s a good job I do” he told her patting the top pocket of his jean jacket and smirked.

“And you’ve got a fully packed suitcase in the truck”

“Oh ok, that’s ok then” she smiled gently at him.

“Don’t worry my sweetheart I’ve got everything sorted” he leant over and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

They’d made it through the airport, on to the plane and settled in their seats all without Karen’s surprise of where they were going being ruined.

Several hours later their flight had landed and Izzy ushered her out the airport, stopping and blindfolding Karen he gently took her hand guiding her into their transfer vehicle. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, he hoped she liked it he’d been planning the trip for months. He always did everything he could to make her birthdays magical. The vehicle they were in suddenly came to a stop. “Are we here?” She asked him.

“Yes love” placing a gently kiss to the corner of her mouth.

He hopped out and ran around to the passenger side opening the door and guiding her out so she had the perfect view when he removed her blindfold.

“Stay here” he told her.

He quickly unloaded the suitcases and payed the driver and made his way to stand next to Karen’s side.

“Are you ready?” He asked her.

“Ready” she nodded.

He untied to the blindfold and watched as his girlfriend’s eyes adjusted to their new surroundings.

She cupped a hand over her mouth and gasped.

“Izzy it’s beautiful”

“It is? You really like it?” He asked her grabbing hold of hand his nerves melting away.

“I do, it’s gorgeous” she smiled tears welling in the corner of her eyes as she looked out over the sparkling water of the sea and golden sands.

“Shall we have a look inside?” He asked her grabbing her had so she’d follow.

Inside where they we staying was just as beautiful as the island outside.

It was beautifully rustic, wooden furniture hand carved with beautiful native patterns, oversized drapes lazily blowing in the hazy sea air, stunning ornate statues and detailed painting decorating the rooms.

Izzy took Karen’s hand again and pulled her toward the table in the middle of the room adorned with the most beautiful vase of tropical flowers, balloons and ice bucket of champagne with two flutes.

“Oh Izzy it’s perfect” she said pulling him in for a tight hug.

“It’s not much but I hope you like it” he asked her.

“Not much, Izzy this is more than enough” she looked up at him.

He reached over her and pulled a flower from the vase snapping the stem slightly and tucking into her blonde hair.

“A beautiful flower for the most beautiful girl on this earth” he whispered.

“Thank you” she looked up at him again tears welling in her eyes.

“For what?” He asked her the both of them gently swaying.

“All this, you didn’t have to”

“But I did, you deserve all of this, you deserve all the world” he told her lovingly.

He pulled away from her and picked up the bottle from the ice bucket.

“Drink?” he asked.

“Please” she nodded.

“I hope I don’t take a light out with the cork” he laughed as he fiddled trying to pop it.

Karen giggled.

She loved this Izzy, no worries, no cares he was relaxed and happy. He was away from the stress of work, the band and the general stresses of life.

She was snapped back from her thoughts as Izzy popped the cork successfully not ruining anything around him with.

He poured the champagne into the two glasses sat on the table and handed one to Karen.

“Happy Birthday my love” he said carefully chinking his glass against hers.

“Thank you” she smiled.

The pair continued to explore their accommodation this time champagne flutes in hand. Karen was in awe of everything, even down to the small details that made the bigger picture. They’d entered the master bedroom and she had momentarily been rendered speechless by how gorgeous it was. The bed was four poster, gold drapes and ties, plush bedspread coloured the same as the drapes and a mountain of big fluffy pillows. Sat on the end of the bed were their towels folded as two swans heads together to create a heart shape. She placed her flute down on the bedside table and stood at the edge of the bed and began to run her fingers across the soft material when she felt Izzy’s arms wrap around her waist and pull her down into the bed, the pair of them sinking into the plushy covers.

“Don’t” she breathed.

“Why?” He asked.

“Cause I’ll fall asleep and there’s still stuff to see” she giggled.

“Fine fine” he laughed.

“How about we freshen up and go for food and drinks?” He asked her.

“Sounds good to me” she nodded watching him unbutton his shirt leaving it hanging loosely on his shoulders and begin to rummage through the suitcases grabbing both their wash bags and heading into the bathroom.

“Hey babe come ‘ere” Izzy shouted.

“Okay” Karen shouted back reluctantly moving up off the bed.

“Look Look the bath has jets like a jacuzzi” Izzy said excited gesturing toward the bath of running water.

“I vote we stay here, sit in there for a while, order room service and watch the sunset from the love seat what do you think?” Izzy asked Karen.

“I think that sounds perfect” she said pulling him in for a kiss.

A while later fresh from the bath and stomachs filled with food they sat looking up at the stars hand in hand having watched the sunset. The smell of ocean flooding their senses and the gentle sea breeze filling the space around them.

“I didn’t bring much in the way of presents for tomorrow because of travelling with them” Izzy spoke suddenly.

“You don’t need to do anything else, this is enough, this is way more than enough” Karen reassured him.

“I did bring you something though” he said rummaging through the pocket of his bathrobe that matched Karen’s.

“I told you didn’t need to” Karen tutted at him.

“I did” he said presenting her with a white and gold gift wrapped box.

She gently tugged at the ribbon on the box to undo it and pulled the lid off, inside lay the most beautiful pair of gold hoop earrings with emerald detailing shaped like leaves.

“I love them!” Karen told him pulling him in by the shoulders to gently kiss him.

“I saw you always looking at them in that store back home but you didn’t ever buy them so I thought I would” he smiled.

“Thank you, I love you” she smiled kissing him again.

“I love you too, I’ll love you always even when we’re just dust and bones in the ground” he told her kissing her sweetly again.

They both sank further back under the throw into the wicker loveseat, holding each other lovingly gazing at the moon and the stars the only sound being the waves crashing out at sea and the breeze gently rustling the leaves in the trees.

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oosteven-universe · 4 years

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Un/Sacred #3

Un/Sacred #3 Ablaze Publishing 2019 By Mirka Andolfo Localisation by Marguerite Bennett Lettered by Fabio Amelia of Arancia Studio Angelina and Damiano have been dating for a while now, but it's about to get serious! Is Damiano FINALLY going to get lucky? Witness the evolution of this unlikely pair's relationship, as they learn to navigate love, life and each other in Mirka Andolfo's Un/Sacred. I have been a fan from the first moment I saw this and that continues to be true. This is the kind of love story that warms the heart and soul because while Damiano has lusted after Angelina for so long that while at his core he's a devil he's also learned to be a better man. Okay so some things never change and men are pigs but still seeing him be romantic and actually her is a great thing. Sure she's stacked like no one's business but while he loves those globes of beauty he also knows her, her feelings, likes, dislikes and all the rest. It really is touching and it evokes my childhood memories of Playboy strips so there's that too. For me the past two issues have felt like strips to me and this issue feels like a traditional issue and I was a little surprised by that. Granted it's bloody fabulous to put it mildly but the change in style was nice. The story & plot development that we see through the sequence of events unfolding and how the reader learns information was absolutely spectacular. There are moments I almost sensed a little Benny Hill in them and I have to say the nod towards, in my eyes, just made things that much funnier. The character development we see is flawlessly executed and how we have seen the pair grow and change, not to mention that their friends are very well fleshed out as well has been wonderful to see. The pacing is superb and how it takes us through the pages and showcasing their lives little and big moments has created this marvellous ebb & flow. I am in love with the interiors here as well. Mirka has this way of making them look so cute and innocent and yet filled with this eroticism that you don't expect. Heck even the nudity that we do see really does draw the mind to those old Playboy cartoons that are both sexy and innocent. The linework is fantastic and how the varying weights are utilised to bring out the attention to detail is utterly marvellous. The utilisation of the page layouts and how we see the angles and perspective in the panels shows an extremely talented eye for storytelling. How backgrounds are utilised makes me a very happy camper and they work within the composition of the panels to bring depth perception, scale and that overall sense of size and scope to the book. The colour work is beautifully rendered and how the various hues and tones within any given colour are utilised to create the shading, highlights and shadows show a solid understanding of how colour works. I will say I was more than a bit disappointed that we didn't get to see his pitchfork. I love this book and a whole lot more than I ever thought I was going to. I don't usually go in for the cute lovey dovey stuff but this has a charm and sophistication to it that appeals to anyone and everyone regardless of gender or orientation. This is the book that you wish would go on forever even though you it cannot. So my recommendation is fall in love with this book the way I have, unexpectedly and fully.

#comic books #comics reviews #ablaze publishing #mirka andolfo

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hans-writes-things · 4 years

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Fairy Dust - Chapter 7

I waited until I was down to the parking lot before fishing the sunglasses out of my pocket. I hadn't wanted to put them on in Barbara's office, stubbornly holding onto the foolish idea that I wouldn't need his help. I didn't want to need his help. I didn't like needing anyone's help, not really. I stood and mulled over his words. The schedule, sent down from on high, ordering me see him daily for a minimum of 30 minutes at a time, until such a time as Barbara decided he could do no more for me. "If you had nothing to say, nothing at all, you wouldn't have said anything." He had reasoned, and I had been unable to refute the logic, so I had been forced to agree to the schedule, both because it was captain's orders, and because, despite my feelings to the contrary, I apparently still needed to talk.

I unfolded the arms of the sunglasses and slipped them on, thinking to myself of the irony of how they were shaped, that they would probably make me look like a blind man. Every last muscle in my face and along my scalp immediately relaxed and the wave of relief that washed over me almost knocked me off my feet. I hadn't realized how much tension I was holding, how much squinting I must have been doing, but the moment that my new eyes were sheilded from the brightness of the world, all that washed away. The sunglasses dimmed the light of the world, and muddled the bright colours, rendering everything a little darker and a little grayer. I closed my eyes behind the shade and basked the comfort. When I opened them again, Sam was there, the car running in front of me, waiting for me to get in.

"I looked into your sister's tips" she started, but suddenly stopped, I could see her clenching and unclenching her jaw. It took a few moments before she continued "as far as I can tell, Bakder's is a small time shipping company, servicing but a handful of coastal towns. It looks all above board and clean and simple and I hate it. It's too simple." "How so?" I prompted. She clenched and unclenched her jaw a couple times more before she answered. "It's a clean surface." It was a gnomish phrase that I had heard her use several times. Gnomes were not so fond of clean surfaces. Anything alive and substantial, anything that truly existed and did anything, generated some mess or another. A clean surface could suggest something so new it's value and purpose was not even known yet, but more often than not, a clean surface was simply a falsehood. When a gnome called something a clean surface they were in fact calling it a lie. "And Ork Door?" I eventually asked. "Worse!" She exclaimed. "They own a little bit of bloody everything as far as I can tell. Apartment buildings, shares in several different companies, a couple of shops, none of which sell any of the same things, even a gym!" She gestured at the air around her as she spoke, taking her left hand off the wheel. "In my neighbourhood no less!" I blinked at that. "Really?" "Yeah tall boy. I don't like it. I don't like it at all."

I leaned back a little further in my seat as she went on about the two companies, taking in the information. Bakder's Shipping had offices down in the harbor district, to no surprise to anyone, but Ork Door apparently had it's offices over in dust town, three buildings away from the scene of murder we had been called to investigate the other night. The place where we had fought a creature no one thought anyone would ever see again. The place where the duster died at the hands of one of the few remaining trolls in existence. The place where tortured wild fairies had clawed my eyes out, something which should have rendered me permanently blind, with nothing but a pair of gaping holes where my eyes used to be. My stomach turned at the mention and I felt the bile rising in my throat. I clenched my fists so hard my fingers ached and I tried to bite back on the terror that the mere mention of the place had sent runing through me. It hadn't been my first brush with death, we had had our close calls before, but this time it was different and it had changed me, in more ways than one.

We sat in silence then, Sam in her gnomish booster, driving a car big enough to hold a pair of half orcs with ease, and me pressing my fingertips into the palms of my hands, a cold sweat running down my spine, every hair raised on the back of my neck, teetering on panic. I don't know how long that moment lasted, but after I while I started to realize we weren't headed in the direction of dust town. We weren't heading for the docks either. We had driven in a meandering manner, taking what could be considered the longest route possible to somewhere that was only three blocks away from the castle. I licked my lips and cleared my throat, coming more fully to my senses, and with more than a little effort I unclenced my hands and jaw. "So, where are we heading?" I finally asked, my voice coming out raw. Sam sighed and gave me an apologetic glance. "PAR"

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Another short chapter.

Mind you, you’re all just getting the RAW first draft here... some day I’ll go over, adjust, rewrite, fix, adjust more, clean up, add stuff, remove stuff, go over it again, and then... put it out there, all finished and pretty....

....yeah.... some day....

IF I make it that far! Wanna buy me some writer fuel?

#Fairy Dust #Novel in progress #Original writing #Urban Fantasy

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Eager Pt2

Yandere jungkook

Warnings - ambiguous consent towards the end. Typical yandere stuff otherwise.

Obviously this is a continuation of eager.

Jungkook rushes out and stops the three of you from leaving.

"Wait" he shouts.

You finally stop squirming around and go limp in the muscled arms of jungkooks man. Part of you is hoping he's here to punish you, hit you, make you beg for forgiveness, just anything to go back to how things used to be, anything to show you he still cares for you.

"What did you say?"

As much as you want him to be mad, your body responds in the same way it always has when he's angry, trembling.

Your eyes widen and your breathing speeds up as all the colour drains from your face, "I said I love you". You say, repeating your confession willingly.

"Put her down" he orders and the guard does just that.

Once on your own two feet again, you immediately step towards him wanting nothing more than to have his strong hands roaming your skin.

"Uh-uh, kneel"

You freeze and look up and him, confusion momentarily being the dominant expression on your face.

You obey him though, falling to your knees for the second time today, the sound of your bones connecting with the tiled flooring forces the witnesses to cringe, everyone but jungkook, he remains firm and emotionless.

"Tell me why you're doing this. If you're trying to make me weak so you can escape me, it's not going to happen. Whatever you're planning, it stops now."

Your chin begins to quiver, just moments ago you were masochistically wishing he would hurt you, cause you pain and prove he's still invested in you. Yet now he is questioning your motives, somehow he's got the idea that you're wanting to deceive him and it really pains you.

"Jungkook~ no." You choke a little on the tears you're fighting to hold back, "No I'm not planning anything. I just love you. I want you to love me back." You voice breaks and threatens to fade but looking up at his cold doe-like eyes, you chase after it in order to fully express yourself. It's now or never. "But you don't. You don't love me anymore, you neglect me. I don't have to run away because you're going to discard me soon!"

Jungkook reacts to your outburst, he's not sure if it's because you made him mad or if deep down he knows that you've now associated his violent acts with love but either way, he struck you.

He hit you so hard that the inside of your mouth split, you cry out in both pain and ecstasy.

"Don't you ever question my love for you again. When I made you mine, it was forever. You're never leaving me because I will love you even after my last breath I don't care if you never learned to love me back".

Despite the metallic tasting liquid quickly pooling in your mouth, every fibre of your being relaxes. Jungkook does as well, he hasn't struck you lately because you've not done anything that displeased him but he had forgotten just how cathartic hurting you can be.

He had forgotten how it raises his heart rate just enough to give him a buzz but not too high to have it be exhausting. He enjoys the way your eyes fill with tears of conflicting emotions, you love it, you're frightened, pained and tired but still so desperate to please him.

An incomplete whimper leaves your throat, wraps around his legs and travels the length of his body like a snake.

"Cry for me. Don't hold it in, cry for me properly. I deserve it don't I?" You nod in agreement but can't bring yourself to fully sob, the unharmonious emotions that are currently warring inside you serve as interference, blocking any one singular feeling from becoming too prominent.

"I SAID CRY!!" This time his bony fingers take your face in a vice-like grip and hold your head achingly high.

You flinch but yet again, the confusion inside you is leaving you more numb than it is scared.

Jungkook smirks and pushes you away, "you really do want to hurt today, don't you. What kind of pain? Physical or emotional?"

"I-" you begin but another firm slap renders you silent once more.

"Come here, baby. You're going to show me how much you love me, all night long" he pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail and uses it to lead you through the house and up the stairs.

Once in your shared room, he lifts you by the arms and throws you heavily onto the bed. "Strip. Don't be shy, I know you need me"

You do need him and couldn't be more pleased with the way today is turning out, as fucked up as that may be.

That is until jungkook reminds you of something, something you always forget.

"Promise not to fight me when I bottom out inside of you. You're always too tight to take me fully when you're worked up but since it's your fault, my pleasure shouldn't have to suffer."

He leans in already completely naked, his hard dick presses against your leg.

"It'll hurt but I know you like that." This time you do cry slightly, partly through fear and anticipation and partly through relief.

"Turn over. I'm ready. Let's fuck as mutual lovers, you've never said those three precious words before. I want to celebrate. Please me y/n"

And you did.

@jinnenchimchim @v-2bucky @aria101404 @hxfflepxffx

#yandere bts #bts #yandere #yandere reactions #yandere drabble #yandere scenarios #bts drabble #bts yandere #bts scenarios #yandere jungkook #jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook #yandere jungkook x reader #bts yandere jungkook

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sights-on-the-scifi · 5 years

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THE COMPLETE SIGHTS OF SCIFI STAR WARS REVIEW PART 1.

In this first part of my series ill be covering the select prequel entertainment to the original STAR WARS trilogy, this is not just a review of the prequel film trilogy directed by George Lucas. It is also a review of the media that takes place chronologically between the events of REVENGE OF THE SITH and the 1977 classic STAR WARS otherwise known as a A NEW HOPE. I must again stress that this is not a review of every TV show or book available, also some of this media I will include in my review is no longer officially recognised as franchise canon anymore.

What this review represents is a personal preference based inferred chronology of games and movies. Unfortunately I cant cover THE CLONE WARS animated show, at least not yet as there is just too much of that stuff to cover consistently.

THE STAR WARS PREQUELS.

I must admit that i’m not the biggest fan of the prequel trilogy, this is also the case for a lot of die hard original trilogy fans out there. But in light of the fact JEDI FALLEN ORDER takes place directly after them, I saw it fit to return to these movies with a fresh perspective and to refresh my memory... See what works and what does not, perhaps see if they are as bad as I recall.

THE PHANTOM MENACE 1999.

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What really stood out to me immediately upon returning to this first movie is its bold and colourful production design, to this day it is still quite incredible to behold... To see just how much art has gone into this new vision of Lucas’s universe. The aim it seems was to craft a more complex galaxy in terms of architectural design and contrasting cultural aesthetics, turning back the clock to a time of diverse fashions and cleaner technologies. While it is not always fully consistent especially given the fact it stands in direct contrast with the original trilogy universe we all come to expect, today I can understand the logic of this creative direction.

We are seeing the galaxy in a time that is for the most part unfamiliar with any recent large scale galactic conflicts... A time of relative peace for this republic though we do get a lot of hints throughout nothing is all quite perfect. Based on the fact that the Trade federation does not compose an army of its own civilian subjects, it is also safe to assume that most of the fighting in this galaxy is carried out by automated infantry units whenever a show of force is required to settle disputes.

It is very interesting visual world building.

Unfortunately the movie outside of this beautiful art direction is still, even years later... A complete and total mess in terms of tone, story and some technical aspects. There are fascinating ideas and politics at play here dont get me wrong, but the way in which the story that surrounds this stuff was executed still leaves much to be desired.

The acting is very monotone, the characters very bland (Sometimes incredibly annoying) and the stakes virtually non existent as we are mostly told, not shown the apparently dire events of this plot. What little plot there seems to be anyway as for the most part it can be boiled down to this [COUGH], the dark lord of the sith is scheming in the shadows... Creating an elaborate proxy conflict that’s escalating problems will facilitate his rise to power within the political ranks of the republic’s democracy. This manufactured crisis involves many different parties both human and alien who dont really get developed that much, and for the most part they all have no idea what is actually happening, which is the point I guess “The phantom menace”... But its just not an interesting enough mystery as it should be at first.

We get introduced to a young Anakin who gets some decent character development as he should. Discovering his compassionate side and knack for piloting in the exciting pod race sequence, but after this he pretty much fades into the background... Same with other franchise essential individuals like Obi Wan Kenobi who spends the majority of his time following orders and waiting on a fancy ship complaining that nothing is happening.

Who can blame him... Overall the first movie in this prequel trilogy while fascinating is still ultimately a boring experience. Thankfully the Attack of the clones will prove to be a lot more interesting!

ATTACK OF THE CLONES 2002.

Taking place just a few years after the events of the PHANTOM MENACE we find ourselves discovering the more fascinating intricacies of the sith lord’s plot to take control of the galaxy and build the empire. All the while Anakin gets tangled in complications relating to his relationship with a major senator that will eventually result in him falling to the dark side, seeing his inner darkness finally become externalised. Like with the first movie, this film also unfortunately suffers a lot of those same issues related to structure, stakes and pacing. Production design has also seen a few regressions as most if not all of this movie is rendered in a computer with exception to the live actors of course... But overall Attack of the clones is a lot more focused and competent when it comes to exploring its political subject matter and scifi concepts.

As the film progresses we discover the secret plot of the sith lord, as separatist factions rise up in opposition to the republic and a ethically questionable clone army is ordered in secret to combat this proxy threat they pose. This peaceful, democratic republic is thrust into an all out conflict as the Jedi order is eluded to the true implications of these strange political and military developments, becoming willing pawns in this meaningless war which will serve to be their undoing.

The clone soldiers in this movie are a very interesting scifi concept that I heard are explored more in animated TV show, but what I see here is still fascinating regardless. This is essentially an army of obedient, docile and expendable human beings who like the battle droids serve only one purpose, which is to fight for a cause they may not even be fully aware of. The willing usage of this army by the republic is a clear sign that the values that hold their society together are being corrupted in the name of ensuring security, you could even consider these clones indoctrinated slaves. Charging into battle and dying by the thousands at the command of the Jedi warriors, they are an entire army born to fight and eventually die doing so... It is quite terrifying once you really start to think about it.

I enjoyed ATTACK OF THE CLONES for the most part, its interesting to see how this peaceful republic gradually starts to turn into the fascist empire we are all familiar with in the original trilogy.

As always it could of been executed better, but that just was not to be case... So we make do with what we have here even if its imperfect.

REVENGE OF THE SITH 2005.

The final movie in the prequel trilogy, REVENGE OF THE SITH takes all of the gradual political developments of the first two movies and shows us their ultimate consequences. The Jedi order loses its way and is then destroyed by the clone army through order 66 while the survivors go into hiding, the separatist leaders are wiped out, Anakin falls to the dark side becoming Darth vader, and the sith lord rises to become emperor of the newly established galactic empire.

As the title of the movie states, the sith have their revenge.

Its a very dark movie and for the most part it is well executed in that department. There is not much else to say about it other than it being the expected conclusion of this storyline... Great music, some interesting concepts and scenes same with the rest of them. Seeing the tragedy unfold is very intriguing, even if there is a lot of missing context between Clones and this movie that water down its overall emotional impact somewhat, unfortunately most of that is in the animated TV show I have yet to watch.

To be honest upon re-watching all of these movies I would say I have grown to develop a small but noticeable new appreciation for em. They are still pretty bad in a lot of ways that will always be a annoyance, but i will admire the novel effort.

In the next part of my review series ill be covering the next four pieces of media that serve to fill the narrative gap between REVENGE OF THE SITH and STAR WARS 1977.

So stay tuned for BRIDGES TO A NEW HOPE.

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Phantom’s A Menace - PhannieMay - Day 17 Seance

Summary: Don’t try to communicate with ghosts, kids. You don’t know who’s on the other line.

Warning: discussions of Dan’s actions, mild attempted murder

“Dude, how’d you even get this?”

“Snuck it from one of my parents' bags”

“Dude, you are in so much shit”

“Oh, who cares? How could any parent keep a freaking crystal ball that can actually communicate with the dead, and expect their kid not to fiddle with it”, both Tucker and Danny nod at her. She had a damn good point and Danny doesn’t really care that his parents claimed doing this was dangerous; especially for a Fenton.

Danny shrugs, “and you’d think, with the amount they go off about ghosts, they’d want me interested in this stuff”. Both his friends nod as they set up the weird green ball in the centre of the basement floor. Surrounded by old books and various charms, all things the Fenton family had been using for ghost communication, divination and psychic wonders for generations.

Of course, Danny’s going to play the part of the medium, with his family heritage and all. Plus, even though Sam loved all things spooky, she didn’t appear to have any gifts. Which were kind of needed here. Danny’s ghost sight was his, able to make green light glow around the edges of his blue irises, easily seeing any ghosts around.

Danny shakes his head as he lights the Sage, slightly annoyed that they’re out of lavender but there’s no way he’d get another chance to fuck around with the Zone Crystal. While Sam lights purple and green swirled candles, she did always get a kick out of her second favourite colour representing spirit, and green was her third favourite colour.

Sitting around the crystal ball, Danny goes to touch it, all three jerking a bit at green energy zapping out to meet his fingers, “damn dude! If you showed that at school literally, no one would think this was all hack job shit anymore”.

Danny just rolls his eyes, sure the heckling and jeering was annoying but he didn’t exactly care. Placing his hand on the crystal and rubbing them around slightly, because of his Fenton genes he didn’t really have to bother with words; any ghosts would simply be drawn by his spiritual essence. Apparently, the smell and feel of it was extremely alluring to ghosts.

Sam and Tucker had seen their friend form a link with ghosts before, heck, he did it somewhat often. Able to let them talk through him but still very much the one in control. The reason this was different, a full seance with his parents' most powerful creation, was the goal of flat-out possession; instead of just linking. The ghost would be in control and they’d actually be able to see what the ghost looked like, Its form layering transparent over their friend's body. Hence why they needed all the herbs on the ground and circle of candles, a ghost barrier, should this ghost attempt to take their friend for a joyride.

The two of them really don’t care about the lack of lavender, sure there are evil ghosts and powerful ones but from what they’ve seen, getting those ones was hard as hell; so getting one now would be one serious case of major bad luck.

—In the Ghost Zone—

A large black and white ghost creaks against his chains. White flaming hair lighting up the chamber far brighter than his glow alone could. The name “Phantom” could be read, scrawled in ghost speak, above the sealed closed door to his keep. Sealed and chained away here centuries ago for bringing Hell on Earth and the near obliteration of all life and death. Having earned him the nicknames, All Death, Ender, and The Consumption. Sure, there were probably more, but what did he care what mortals called him. Some revered him as a force of nature itself, a personification or god of death. Most just feared him as a ghost with too much power, banding together to contain him and his destruction. Seals rendering him unable to access his power and chains to bind him to his keep.

But today was a different day, he can tell. Smirking and laughing as he watches soft purple energy vapour, the kind that reeks of a human spirit, coils in under the massive black oak doors. He can tell, as he watches the succulent smelling vapour float through the air, whoever this is tied to, they are young but almost startlingly strong in spirit.

Laughing ominously, fangs fully bared as the vapour coils around the chains, his cuffs and eventually him. Phantom won’t deny feeling impressed, as the chains groan under the force this vapour carries. Strength is one of few things he actually respects and, as his bindings shatter, freedom is a gift he’ll respect some too.

Though firmly not impressed as the vapour does coil around him now, yanking at him to go with it. Someone having the audacity to call on him or pull him to them, was both impressively gutsy and infuriatingly stuck up. But without his power, he could not deny the pull, and he’s more than a little interested to see what human shattered his binds.

His form turning to cruel white and black smoke as the purple spirit vapour pulls him along, out into the human world; his favourite playground of death.

—In the Fenton basement—

Sam and Tucker officially think they might have fucked up, and that bad luck was definitely real, as they see red glowing eyes layer over their friends, rimmed with glowing green, blue ones. Red eyes almost always signifies that the ghost had killed someone or multiple someone’s.

Watching as the black and white swirling smoke starts to take a more solid form around their friend, who’s definitely frowning now; bad sign for sure.

Everyone just sits for a bit, as the two take in the hunched over, but clearly massive and muscular, caped ghosts. Blue-green skin, pointed ears, flaming hair and sharp claws; the two elect to scoot outside of the barrier as it smiles sharp fangs at them, reeking of malice. Danny himself, sees him standing in front of him inside his spirit realm. A place inside himself, only accessible through practice...or a stunt like this. Both him and the ghost nothing more than their spiritual or ghostly essences here. The ghost cackles, “well, I’ve always been inevitable. But this! Well, this is simply luck. I’d say thanks for freeing me and the vessel, but I don’t work like that”. Danny knows for sure he fucked up, as the ghost lunges at him; over taking control of his body. As his name rattles in Danny’s head as soon as their two essences make contact, Phantom.

Phantom stands himself and the boy’s body up, chuckling as his eyes catch the sight of the sage, “forgot the lavender, huh? Now that’s just dumb”. Cackling as the two humans grab at charms and flick their eyes to the barrier they’ve built. He knows full well that’s not going to work on him, having a vessel means he can simply channel his powers through the boy.

Smirking wide as he pulls back his head before releasing his ghostly wail; obliterating the barrier and shattering the charms. But collapsing to the ground as something is wrong, while white energy zaps across him and the boy’s body, before compacting and solidifying into a white ring causing a massive explosion of pure energy.

Sam and Tucker throw their hands over their eyes at the assault of insanely bright white light. Tucker muttering, “oh man, we are so fucked”.

Sam’s the first to notice their unconscious friend, running up him and realising they really really fucked up. Tucker walks up beside her and pokes Danny before talking, “what the hell?”. Both them kneel down at his sides as he groans in an echoy voice. Helping him sit up, “Danny, dude, I, uh, think you should look at yourself. Just what the hell man?”.

Danny doesn’t like the slight quivering in his friends' voice, but he gets why as he takes the guy’s advice. Taking in the black jumpsuit and white belt, yanking his hands in front of his face to see white gloves and more muscular arms. He looks like the ghost, like Phantom, but not quite right. Patting at his hair to find it’s still hair, not flames, “well, what the fuck?”.

Both his friends just nod at him, but flinch as he jerks, hearing a voice in his head, “fuck is right child. But I can work with this”.

Ignoring his friend's worried glances and closing his eyes, he pokes around his spiritual self. Promptly sensing and sort of seeing a strange white chain connected from his spiritual self to Phantoms, very pissed off looking, self; connected together from the centre of their chests. Focusing on his spiritual self to make things more in focus, as Phantom growls at him.

Glaring at the ghost, “what did you do to me?”. Phantom rolls his eyes, “it would seem my seal had something of a failsafe. So I’m not going anywhere and neither are you”. Danny doesn’t even have a chance to fight back as Phantom lunges at him for control again. But this time Danny can feel his eyes lighting up and doing something new, zapping the high hell out of Phantoms essence.

Snapping his eyes open as Tucker pokes at him, “dude, you ok? At all? And this is the strangest way to have a growth spurt”. Looking over his hands again, before looking back to his friend, “maybe? My essence is chained to Phantoms. I think we’re like fused or something”. Sam looks a bit impressed actually, “while that’s kind of cool, I think he’s evil or something. Pretty sure he was intending to kill us”. Tucker nods and points at the obliterated herbs, “scary strong. Is that even supposed to be possible?”.

Danny looks around and hell no it shouldn’t be. Jerking a bit as he hears growling in his head, before a very cocky sounding Phantom informs him, “won’t work on me, human. What're some flowers going to do in the face of All Death”. Frowning some, “yeah I don’t like the sounds of that”. Which just confuses the hell out of his friends.

Rubbing his neck, “pretty sure this guy’s more than just bad news. I think he just called himself “All Death”. Whatever that means”. Sam raises her eyebrow, “first, nice fangs. Second, can you hear him in your head or something? Makes sense but otherwise, that comment makes no sense”. Danny nods as he rubs his tongue over his teeth, not as long as Phantoms but still. All the while ignoring the slightly insulted growling in his head. And he also ignores the cruel laughing as he starts flailing his hands around and floating.

Sam and Tucker grab at his hands, both gaping. Tucker chuckles awkwardly, “dude, fused might be the right word. Fucking ghost powers or some shit”. Before both yelp and let go of him after getting zapped by green energy. “Shit sorry, I don’t think I’m the one who did that though”. Both them glare at him but feel a little worried at the flash of red glow in his eyes, officially worried this ghost can randomly control their friend.

But all of them yelp as a ring of light suddenly appears and Danny falls on his ass, human again.

Danny looks over his hands, utterly confused because he can tell Phantom is very much still here.

Meanwhile, Phantom grumbles and throws his hands up. Knowing damn well he’s trapped in this boy, bound to him. He wouldn’t care that much if he could easily control the boy. But it would seem that his seal, the core chain, and the boy’s natural ghost gift; were enough to trump Phantoms raw power. Not completely of course, but now he’d have to settle for coaxing the boy into becoming like him just so he could play. And of course, if this damn human got destroyed while they were bound, he’d be destroyed too.

Danny goes to grab at some of the older books his parents have. They’ve documented lots of ghosts and ghost lore, so maybe Phantom’s in one. His friends quickly catching on and joining him, muttering at them, “I’m still fucked up just so you know, and I’ve got a gut feeling I’m gonna be staying so”.

Both of them nod awkwardly, before Tucker starts aggressively jabbing at the notebook he’s holding, shoving it at Danny, “dude, more than fucked up. Way more”.

Taking the book and seeing the shadowy side profile drawing of a flaming haired face baring it’s fangs, sticking out a forked tongue and holding up a curled clawed hand. Muttering to himself, “that’s Phantom alright”, reading the page title as “The Consumption”. Shaking his head, “and that’s just ominous”.

Reading the page:

Picture above: The One Who Consumes

The Consumption was a great plague of death, suffering and destruction; happening in the Time Before. Known to be brought about by a creature assumed to be a ghost but whom possessed powers beyond anything else. Capable of destroying any and all anti-ghost devices, fail-safes, or shields; with Its voice alone. Considered something forged of Hell’s fire and ice, burning and freezing everything as It raged against both the living and dead. Most of both species were annihilated, largely destroyed directly by The One Who Consumes explicitly. Multiple accounts of It ripping people to shreds or parading around corpses attests to that.

The Consumption was brought to an end through mysterious means, all that is known is that It was sealed away by a Bound(1), who gave up their existences to do so.

For The One Who Consumes: see The Book Of Null.

Danny breathes out, “oh shit”, as Tucker nods and Sam takes the book. Danny winces as barely visible mental scenes get shoved at him alongside muffled cackling. He can barely make out what’s going on in scenes but it’s more than enough and clearly from Phantoms point of view. Gagging a bit and shaking himself off, before grabbing the books referenced for Bound and more on The One Who Consumes.

Sam shivers a bit after reading the passage, this thing was inside her friend and It apparently couldn’t get out. Sure, that’s probably better for the world or whatever, since Danny’s clearly the one in control here: but still. Hearing Danny groan as he walks back to them, one dark grey book under his arm and reading from a read one. “Alright so I am definitely fucked up”, they both look to the page as Danny tosses it down and taps on the page, reading Bounds. Danny groans again, “a ghost and human bound together through various means. Which means me. The light chain thing is listed as a Core Chain. Notice the whole impossible to break without mutual destruction tag? Yeah, fuck me”.

“Well, the powers are neat. And from the sounds of it they’re strong as hell. Learn to use that shit man”, Danny gapes at Tucker. Tapping on his own head, “Tuck, I have a mass murdering monster inside my head. And I’m pretty sure he can exert control over me if he really tries, at least with my body the way it was before”. Tucker waves him off, “then treat him like a poorly trained dog, a murdering psycho evil dog”. Danny can’t help but laugh at that, especially at the, definitely insulted sounding, muffled growling, “well, he does growl a lot, though he is harder to hear now that I’m normal again”.

“Insolent child”. Danny rolls his eyes muttering as he flips through The Book Of Null, “what are gonna do? Waste me? What happens to you then?”.

“You don’t get it, do ya. I’m still here, I still exist. That means the world still has to deal with me, and so do you”. Danny scrunches his eyebrows up, a bit worried at that. Clearly, this prick likes being an ominous bastard.

Tucker jabs him, “I’d say, you tell him, but I have half a conversation here”. Sam shakes her head, “pretty sure insulting a powerful monster is a dumb idea”. Danny knows she’s got a point, especially as he reads Phantoms entry. Even if it’s under a different, and more wordy, name, it’s clearly him. It’s also clear that Phantom enjoys hearing or reading about himself, and others reactions to him, as his muffled laughter bounces around the back of Danny’s head.

The One Who Consumes

Also know as Ender and The Consumption

A creature with the trappings of a ghost, may or may not actually be a ghost. Capable of destabilising any ghost and functionally immune to all things anti-ghost. Its abilities are largely unknown but, due to Its tendency to show off, many have been documented. It is known to possess all the regular ghost abilities with extreme skill, absolute form manipulation, fire, ice and ectoplasm manipulation, and Its highly destructive Wail. It is classified as an immortal due to Its overwhelming nature.

Its personality is known to be callous, sadistic and manipulative. Fully capable of pretending to be human or friendly, but It's not able to keep this farce up for long. Mostly out of getting annoyed or wanting to show off. It’s highly egotistical and often downright petty.

It is currently sealed away in an unknown location and it is unknown if It even still exists. Under no circumstances should anyone attempt to communicate with, locate, free, help, be in the same place as, or try to fight; this creature. Unless it should become free again.

Danny, coughing a bit, “well, um, we did all of that”. Sam and Tucker shake their heads, “this is one hell of an accidental fuck up”. Danny just nods as his eyes flicker green slightly, spotting the ghost that just randomly showed up. Groaning, “ugh”, and pointing his thumb at the ghost, “what now?”. Hearing chuckling in his head, “don’t you know? My aura’s quite enticing to ghosts of an...unpleasant persuasion”.

Noticing the red eyes and groaning, turning to his friends, “there’s an unfriendly and this asshole just told me he basically attracts them”. Tucker shakes his head, “wow, this keeps getting more fucked”. Danny can’t help but agree as he yanks his friends out of the ghost's path and can feel his ghost poking at him or something.

Clueing in pretty quickly as the ring thing appears again, yelping a little, while Tucker borderline shouts at him, “just roll with it and, I don’t know, kick ghost ass!”. Obviously, they can see his confusion as he starts floating again, Sam sticks her arms out at him, “ghost powers you idiot”.

Sam winces a bit at the red flash in Danny’s eyes, obviously, the monster guy has more influence or whatever when Danny’s like this. But Danny’s a determined bastard so she’s sure he’ll be fine. Watching as Danny pretty well gets decked by something invisible, though officially not invisible now. Then hearing Danny hiss a little before blasting It in the face with an ectoray, eyes more red than green.

While Danny appreciates not getting his ass kicked, he doesn’t appreciate practically be forced to stab someone, even a ghost someone. “Clawless, how weak. Still rather amusing, don’t worry, you learn to love it”.

Danny grits out, “not gonna happen”, as he kicks the ghost away from him. Not really sure how the heck to use these powers or whatever. Which he’s getting mocked for, “oh I’ll meddle again, plenty actually. While you go about stumbling through your pathetic human childhood”.

Jerking as Phantom moves his arm, yanking the ghost back over with green ectoplasm rope or something. Grabbing the ghosts face and dragging it across the ground, somehow blocking the other ghosts ability to become intangible. Danny yanks his hand off the ghost only for Phantom to blast It with his other hand, talking though Danny’s mouth, “I suppose I could let you live for amusing me, but I don’t work like that”.

Danny can feel Phantoms annoyance at the ghost disappearing inside one of his parents capture cubes, letting Phantom land his, their?, feet on the ground as he tries to figure out how to change back before Phantom does something fucked up.

Tucker is just flat out excited, “Danny dude! That was awesome!”. But promptly gets the crap scared out of him as Danny snaps his head, but not his body, around, “actually, that was me”. Before the light ring comes out of nowhere, changing Danny back.

Danny yells a little bit before spinning his head back around, “okay, that was fucked”. Sam and Tucker just nod as they help him stand back up, “okay, so obviously we’re all gonna have to watch for evil asshole randomly overtaking you. But uh, ghost fighting man”.

Danny glances at Tucker, “yeah, no shit. But since this piece of shit is just going to draw more like that here then yeah, I guess ghost fighting”. Snickering a bit hollowly, “god this is like the cliche superhero with a dark side, fucking hell”.

Tucker jabs him, “more like dark half, dude. But hey, it’s three against one so you’ll be good”.

“A pack of humans, yeah those two will sure be useful” Danny opts to just ignore him, but it seems like he’s not really going to shut up, “I'm quite the guy, you’ll find. They’ll be mine too. They’ll follow you and you, well, corruption always gets its way. It’s all a matter of time”.

Danny tries to mentally glare at him, but just gets cackling in return.

End.

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