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lighterfluid1 · 2 years ago

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Drunk fuck with Bakugo ( 18+ )

☆ PRO!HERO TOP!BAKUGO X GN/FEM!READER (male ver here) ☆

☆ !! WARNINGS ; !!

ー Mentions of alcohol, female genitals, they/them pronouns, drunk sex, lots of degration, aggressive sex, creampie, fingering, overstimulation, some dirty talk, edging, oral sex (male and female receiving), half clothed sex, etc.

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As the weather warmed up and the grass grew greener, you could tell spring was on it's way. But not only spring. A friend of yoursーKatsuki Bakugo, celebrated his birthday in the upcoming month of April. You obviously weren't the only one to realize since the moment March became April...Mina had already began planning a surprise party for Bakugo. Her, Kirishima, and the others had chosen to throw the party at the nearby club. You must admit, it would be fun to meet up and have some drinks. So therefore you agreed to show up.

You met Katsuki long before he became one of the top 10 pro hero's. Infactーyou met him back in your UA days. You and your friends from class 1-A we're now deep into the hero business, meaning you lost touch with many of them, but not Katsuki. You realized long ago just how you felt about him, and turned out obvious how much you crushed on the boy. That much hasn't changedーinfact it's the reason you hesitated on coming to his surprise party. Even just being in his aroma made you nervous and flushed. Everything about him turned you into a hopeless mess. Mina being your go-to for these things had told you to hang out with him more and try to get comfortable with him. She made it seem much easier then it really was. If being around him with your friends there was hard, then you can imagine how embarrassing it was to be one-on-one with him. But at least the two of you talk online...it was honestly the only thing keeping your friendship alive.

Getting back home from your hero work you stripped off your costume exhastedly, flopping down on your sofa to check your phone. You we're suprised to see so many notificationsーbut when you checked them you nearly jumped out of your skin. The party...is today?! You thought to yourself. Mina had messaged you nearly a thousand times reminding you about it. Quickly you bolted off the couch and into your washroom. You had to shower, get ready, and leave as quick as you could. You barely had any time even now since your hero work takes up a big chunk of your day. After hoping out of the shower and drying your hair you had to pick an appropriate outfit. You didn't want to wear anything too formal but at the same time you didn't want anything too lazy...Who the fuck cares. Grabbing the most decent clothes you could find, you rushed out the door letting Mina know you we're on your way. Checking the time you let out a sigh of relief. You had just enough time to drive over.

The sun had already set by the time you arrived making the club radiate with lights from the outside. You usually didn't feel this nervous attending a party with your friendsーbut the butterflies in your stomach we're unbearable. Nevertheless, you we're here to have fun and that's all that really mattered.

"Ohーthere they are! Hey!" Mina called, waving to you as you walked over to the bar counter.

"What took you so long?!" Denki asked over the blaring music. You weren't surprised he was willing to come.

"Hey. Jus' got back from hero work n' had my phone off. Kinda forgot about the party, sorry," you reply with a nervous yet friendly smile. You usually remember important events like this, but your mind must'a gotten ahead of itself.

"No big deal! Bakugo hasn't even gotten here yet," Kirishima says. It had been a while since you'd seen him with his hair down.

"Really? That's a shocker..."

"Yeahーit is! Where is that blonde jerk?!" Mina shouts, scrolling through her phone frantically. You weren't the only one being spam called I guess. But just as Mina said thatーa voice called angrily from behind you.

"What'd you call me, bug eyes?!" Katsuki shouted. You and the rest of your friends jerked around at the sound of his voice, faces lighting up with excitement.

"Heyyy! There'y is!" Kirishima roared, raising a hand. Looking up at him from your seat, you studied his outfit in awe. He wore a tight white dress shirtーslightly undone at the top and rolled at the sleeves, black dress pants, and normal white runners. You could feel your face heating up as you looked him up and down. As he sat down, Denki slammed a cupcake down on the table as you all shouted happy birthday. It took him a moment to process this wasn't just a meet upーbut a surprise birthday celebration. Or that's what you thought he was processing.

"Huh?"

"Surprise!!! Are you surprised?!" Mina shouted excitedly leaning over the table. "We decided it would be fun to celebrate your birthday with a few drinks! What'dya think?!"

"I think you're fucking stupid." Mina stopped for a momentーshocked to hear his response. "It was pretty obvious this had something to do with my birthday. Why the hell else would you have dragged me out here?!"

"Ugh...why do you have to be so not stupid?!" Denki whined, flopping his arms over the table with a sigh.

"SHUT UP MORON!"

"Wellーat least you showed up!" Kirishima added positively. At this point you we're just waiting for someone to order the drinks.

"Is someone gonna order the drinks or what..." you huffed.

"IS THAT THE ONLY REASON YOU CAME?!" Mina yelled in shock.

"Of course not!" You bit back.

"I'll get em'!" Denki insisted, rushing over to the bar. You could feel Katsuki's eyes on you from across the table...it was making you that much more nervous. When you looked up he turned away increasing the suspense. You're hoping that once you have a few shots you'll loosen up.

Once Denki returned with a bottle of champagne, vodka, and other expensive liquors that's when the real party began. You even received a free bottle of tequila after Denki stood and flirted with the bartender. Out of all your friends, you were the one drinking the mostーespecially right off the bat. The moment they were placed in front of you, you had already poured yourself a glass. By the time the others started feeling tipsy, you were already drunk. Laughs were shared across the table until your attention began to shift back to Katsuki. As your head perked up, he too shifted his head in your direction. Looking him directly in the eyes you gestured a small smileーyour worries completely leaving your body.

"What're you lookin' at," he spatーtrying to ignore his flushed face.

"You, Katuski." Your face said everything he needed to know as the pink tone on his cheeks quickly darkened and spread across his face. He liked the way his name rolled off your tongue when you were wasted like this. His face grew with amusement as he smirked...catching onto you. You had always wondered what it would be like to sleep with himーbut you were unable to get ahead of yourself right now. Once the bottles were left empty and everyone's drinks were finished, some of your friends began to leave. The party ended faster then you thought, but time flies when your shit wasted I guess. But in the end it was just you and Katsuki at the table. "Didn't know you were sucha drinker," you slurred. Katsuki chuckled.

"Says you." As you and Katsuki also began to leave, that's when you finally made a move. As you watched him turn around the corner to check something your heart began to race as you reached out for him. Maybe it was because you we're drunkーbut the heat deep in your body was killing you. Quickly you pulled Katsuki's shirt making his face fall to your level, as you linked your lips with his. He was shocked at first, hesitating as you held him there but quicklyーhe melted into your kiss. The cold air of the night blew through you both making the moment that much more pleasurable...yet the hot feeling in your stomach never went away. The small yet sensual kiss you left on his lips soon turned into a heated make-out as the Blondie took control. He grabbed your jaw lifting your head as he pushed you against the concrete exterior of the club. Small uncontrolable grunts and breaths left your mouth as the two of you made out, vibrating down his throat. His hands slowly made their way to your waist and under your shirt as his leg shifted perfectly in between your legs. Your body flinched with surprise as a wave of pleasure spread throughout youーmaking your face turn a deep pink shade. That's when you realized the massive bulge in his pants. Katsuki's tight formal-wear made his boner impossible to miss. Suddenly a warm sensation made it's way to your chest snapping you out of your drunken state. His hands caressed your nipplesーpinching and pulling as he kissed and bit your neck. You moaned and groaned in response to the mixed sensations, feeling your cunt throb with need. This was very unlike him.

"Noーnot here..." you whispered. The both of you were perched up against the left wall of the club yet people still passed. His desperate grip on your body never loosened though, as if he was holding onto you fearing he'd be left alone. His breathing was heavy in your ear once he finally did let go, sending shivers down your spine.

"I'll call a cab t'drive us," he replied, pulling out his phone. You jolted in response to his wordsーthe alcohol in your system making it that much harder to process. You we're going to his house...? Your fantasies were slowly becoming reality as he hung up the phone grabbing your wrist and pulling you along into the viechle making sure you didn't trip or fall. Besides, out of the two of you he was the most with it.

Once you both arrived he practically dragged you inside. Katsuki had always been richーbut him being one of the top ten pro heros...made him even richer. He practically owned a literal mansion. When you entered the sound of jackets hitting the ground radiated throughout his home mixed with hitched breathing. As he pinned you against the door kissing and biting at your soft skin, you slowly unbuttoned his white dress shirt. Before long he had you hanging onto his shoulder as he lead you to his bedroom. Everything was pristine and clean, the sheets of his bed feeling like pure silk as he threw you down. Ripping off your pants and your panties he lifted your legs placing them on his shoulders as he buried his face between your thighs...Your legs shook and trembled under his tongue wanting to escape although the world spun around you as you laid arching your back from the pleasure. His tongue swirled around your clit sucking it while he salivated all the creases and flaps of your sensitive cunt.

"NghーKatsukiー!" You moaned, covering your flushed face with your shirt. Out of nowhere you felt two fingers enter you, causing you to gasp and flinch. His fingers slipped in with surprising ease as your insides pulsed and twitched around him.

"Relax, slut. You got yourself into this mess," he spat. His words just turned you on that much more, your pussy leaking with juices. You just wanted him inside of you.

"Just...put it in..." you replied, voice trembling out of embarrassment. You spread your legs for him still covering your face shyly, shocking him. You we're so needy yet so hesitant.

"Impatient are we? Just makes me wanna tease you more, fuckin' whore," he chuckled. He threw his undone dress shirt to the floor as he unzipped his pants, rubbing his dick along your wet hole. "What's the magic word, huh?" Licking your thigh, he makes direct eye contact with you startling you with a small bite. Your body shivered as you watched him tease youーhesitating and stuttering on your words.

"Pleーplease...?"

"Good slut," he bit, smirking cunningly. Finally he lined himself up and shoved his cock all the way inside of youーalmost immediately hitting all of your good spots. You cried out with pleasure as he began to thrust into you, pulling one of your legs above his head as the other laid on the bed. With each thrust you felt your ears ring...your climax already approaching. The wet squelching sounds that filled the air were mixed with some of Katsuki's low grunts and moans in your earーsomehow making him that much hotter. You couldn't even believe this was happeningーyou were fucking your best friend. He quickly sped up after realizing how your insides pulsed and twitched for him. Then, you moaned and gasped for air as your body took over. You threw your head back as your body spasmed with pleasure. Noticing you finished already, he let out a small snicker throwing you over onto your stomach grabbing and spreading your ass.

"Wait I just finishedー!" You cried as he put himself back inside of you. Before you could finish, you practically melted on his cockーeyes shooting back into your head.

"We ain't fuckin' done here. You want me to stop then start beggin'." Every time you though he couldn't get any faster, he did. His thrusts were hard, completely raddling your brain as he grabbed your wrists holding them behind your back. "Ass up," he ordered. You could barely hear him over your moans and gasps yet you still did what you were told.

"Nghー! StopーI'm gunnー!" Suddenly, you felt Katsuki stopーeadging your climax.

"What, y'like it that much that you think you can cum twice in a row? I don't fuckin' think so," Katsuki snickers, grabbing the back of your hair.

"Noーmmphh! Please!" Begging and pleading he finally shoved himself back inside of you, causing your orgasm start all over again. As his thrusts slowed he quickly pulled out releasing his hot seed all over your ass. After pulling out so fastーa crème colored juice slowly poured out of you as he finally finished. Pulling you up he twisted and pulled at your pebbled nipples as he bit down into the crevice of your neck. You winced in pain and pleasure as he threw you down onto your back kissing your chest moving further and further down. Once he reached your sore and sensitive cunt, he licked up your rich cream-pie sucking at your entrance until you were screaming for him. "Katsuki!ーngh...please...I can'tー!" But it just turned him on more. As you gripped and tugged his hair you let out yet another orgasm. He smirked, purposely swallowing every last drop as your face burned a dark pink. Before you could respond he shifted to the end of the bed spreading his legs.

"Your turn~," he teased, snapping and pointing at his boner. You blushed just at the thought of you giving him headーbut it was fair...Holding your shirt tightly you crawled over to him and off the bed crouching down onto your knees. Holding your mouth open, he explored the inside with his thumb before leading your lips to his pink tipーthe precum leaking onto your mouth. You held the base nervously but instead of being gentle he grabbed at your hair forcing your head down, gagging you. As you choked and drooled he thrusted his dick up and down your throat, breathing hitching. "Fuck..." The sound of him moaning quietly, grunting under his breath as he thrusted into your mouth turned you on to the point it was unbearable. You quietly stuck two fingers inside yourself as you sucked him messily, swirling your tounge around his tip as pleasurably as possible. Small moans escaped you as you began to thrust into your holeーcausing his dick to somehow expand inside your mouth. The vibrations made his climax come that much faster as he finally released into your mouth. You coughed and choked as you swallowed it down, practically dripping from your mouth. What a pretty sight it was for Katsuki as he lifted you onto his lap, helping you finish yourself off.

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Once you both finally finished, you laid exhausted beside Katsuki holding onto his heated body. As your vision faded as the alcohol took over your system, you passing out in his arms. Your body was covered in bruises, hickies, and bites yet somehow it made you look that much hotter. He too fell asleep beside you shortly afterーstroking your ruffled hair. The sound of quiet breathing took over the aroma of his bedroom as you two slept peacefully together, tucked under his sheets. You wished you could have just told him how much you loved him in that moment you shared.

!! All characters are over 18 !!

ty 4 reading ♡ reblogs n' stuff are appreciated

ー miles/smiles

ー the fucking weekend >>>>

SMALL NOTE FROM THE WRITTER ; making this I realized just how shit I am at spellingーso sry 4 my terrible grammar and spelling errors on the og lol

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crippleprophet · 2 years ago

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how do you manage the isolation that comes with being housebound? I keep finding myself slipping into unhealthy behaviors to manage because most people's advice is like. "get outside even a little bit!" and I am stuck in bed most days...

this is a good question by which i mean i don’t. um but an assortment of things that help:

i’m very fortunate to have a roomie who is home most of the time as well so i’d be remiss not to acknowledge how big of a difference that makes & ik not everyone is in that position

talking to people online - tumblr, discord, i keep in touch with a couple folks via monthly emails

zoom calls 1-2 times a week when i’m feeling up for it

listening to people talk with each other even when i don’t have the spoons to participate in conversations myself - for me this is usually podcasts (listening to unsolicited: fatties talk back lately) but ik other homebound folks swear by video game livestreams

setting your boundaries & sticking by them!!! for me this means filtering every possible iteration of “leave the house” “log off” “touch grass” etc etc, & i’m trying to get better about being like yeah please don’t tell me about your covid-unsafe events when i’m messaging people. it’s okay to unfollow people for making you feel like shit about being housebound and/or bedbound.

looking out the window with the cats

nature documentaries

i’m a big fan of maxims so i’ve been telling myself on repeat “life is in your house too,” “your bed is also part of the world” etc. made some posters saying that when i was having a better hand day

just generally hearing stories about Other People That Exist. my gf tells me about her shitty coworkers & the latest Quaker meeting drama, my butch tells me about academics being horribly unethical, my roommate tells me about faer family’s latest bullshit

OH i forgot to mention, it is in your best interest to become disproportionately invested in a silly little mobile game. i have a lot of hand problems but castle story is accessible for me so i’m very obsessed with that, the new events ~weekly give me something to measure the passage of time by + look forward to

i hope some of that is helpful! feel free to dm me - i’d love to have more homebound friends & i’m also happy to add you to my bitter cripple discord if you’re 18 or older. much love to you & i hope it gets a bit easier 💓💓

#asks #homebound #housebound

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theyneverblindmedarling · 4 years ago

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AYYYYYY A BLACKPINK STAN I LOVE YOU BESTIEEE drag dem toes and larries to hell and back it was suspicious of her to give creds BUT STILL NOT CHANGE THE NATIONALITY IN THE OFFICIAL CREDITS like mam what is up---

Ahhhhhy yessss!!!!! Lmao I will like I may not be consistent much anymore but if there is one thing I’ll be consistent about its dragging l*rries and other semi delusional stan takes so

Also yes I don’t like that everyone moved on from that so quickly!!!! Like you gave him a pseudonym and nobody knew it was him til you said something so why didn’t you give him credits then? If she had just given him producer credits ORIGINALLY I wouldn’t have this issue. She put him on the Jack songs as well which doesn’t sit entirely right with me (I mean doing either would’ve felt icky but I’m just saying) like giving your bf credits for work he didn’t do and making your producers and friends share that credit (That they more than deserve for this album by the way) is just quite literally a blatant abuse of power and I don’t see how that is something that is up for debate.

Like honestly debate me and slam me and call me a hater all you want but when it comes down to it, she falsely gave him credit (JUST ENOUGH credit) so that he too could have a Grammy. All arguments of him being “just tooo humble and private to want to take credit” are absolute horse shit. HE USED A PSEUDONYM!!!!!! If he wanted that shit to be private he would’ve used the pseudonym and asked her to not spill the beans on it really being him its that fucking simple. You aren’t gonna be so not shy and non private that you get public credit for contributing to the creation of a few songs (that were still created by mostly taylors legwork gotta say) and then also be too shy to accept credit for songs that you apparently also worked on the production of. THAT MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE. Literally everyone coming up with excuses like this might need to touch grass and maybe reactivate some neurons by taking some sort of online learning course I think it could be beneficial to us all.

The reason pseudonyms exist is for privacy. If he didn’t want his name attached to the music he simply would have asked. Secondly, its shady as fuck to give credit ONLY after your album as won an award almost 8 or 9 months after its release. In no way is that just a oops didn’t credit him before I forgot oopsie. NO its very obviously an attempt to get him a Grammy (and a very important/ Prestigious one at that). Finally I would like to make it clear that I don’t blame him for this (despite people loving to spin it that way) I hardly think he was begging on his knees like “babe please give me a Grammy if you love me I need this for my career to take off uwu” (Although it will undoubtedly fuel his career because he is only going to earn the movies he is in more money now because they can put Grammy award winner (barf) in movie promo now (Literally disgusting anyways). I am more than aware that in this case it is Taylor who takes the blame. She is the one with power in the industry who can make those changes. No one else. Therefore she is the one who made the decision for this to happen and I (clearly) strongly disagree with it.

#love you bestie lol #sorry for turning your ask into a long winded rant #but i still have so many thoughts about this and it makes me unreasonably angry #ts

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youarejesting · 5 years ago

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BTS Seoul mates: Monochrome couple.3

[MASTERLIST]

Pairing: Taehyung x Soulmate!Reader

Summary: It was you, he was sure of it. In a world void of colour. He finds you can paint him a thousand pictures with mere words. But are you the one he is looking for? Video chats filled with hope that every time your eyes connect your world will bloom with the colours of love.

Taehyung wanted you to come to see him, telling you all the things he had planned for the last two days in New Zealand like horse riding and exploring the museums in Queenstown. You knew even if you left now you wouldn’t make it, so coming up with the next best plan. You borrowed Namjoon who contacted BigHit; you paid for tickets and flew to Seoul to wait for him. He was due to arrive the next morning, but you had to visit the company.

BigHit was very protective of the band members but took both Namjoon and Taehyung’s word that you were, in fact, his Soulmate. You signed a document saying that in the event you weren’t his soulmate you would leave and not talk about anything you had witnessed. It made you nervous you already felt like you had fallen in love with him.

Standing in the VIP lounge of the airport you waited, wringing your hands together. These boys were international superstars, the thought of being together was a little daunting. You had completed an interview with BigHit, just answering things about yourself and how you and Taehyung believed you were soulmates.

There was a camera nearby and the boys all walked into the lounge as they were told to by the guards. You had your hair and makeup done for the cameras and you saw his figure getting closer.

He saw you and warmth seemed to travel down your spine. He ducked his head down shyly and walked over and when he was a few steps away, he said something you didn’t understand.

“He says he is scared” your interpreter smiled

“I am scared too,” you said taking his hands, and he smiled squeezing them firmly. “If we are not, I will happily be your best friend”

It was a lie, you wouldn’t happily watch him find another that would hurt so much. You had to coax him to look at you. His ears were going red.

“Confidence confidence” he breathed, and he took a deep breath and looked up.

Your eyes previously bi-coloured were now a set of sparkling orbs blooming with colour that seemed to spread your hair, skin and lips which were all such lovely colours.

He was lost every colour he had heard about was presented in front of him but the problem was he didn’t know what colour was which but he loved them all he saw you smiling.

You watched the colour bleed into the world until you were staring at something so different you thought it might give you a headache. Taehyung was looking around him, the world so colourful, the sky was blue; the sun was yellow, and the grass is green; he knew that much.

He quickly searched some colours online and smiled happily, finally able to see a rainbow and more. He still loved the colour grey. But if your beautiful eyes and flushed skin was anything to go by, it was likely that it could change rather quickly.

He was shy; he introduced himself in person. “Hello my name is uh Kim Taehyung I am good boy”

“I am y/n,” your Korean was pretty bad, but he smiled

“gwiyeom” he pulled you into a hug and you wrapped your arms as best you could around him and he wiggles you side to side happily. His soulmate was in his arms.

You had to move in but you were so nervous you were the youngest so far. The girls were all super supportive, and they each had to do interviews about what it was like meeting their soulmates and they also had to reenact it with them.

You were all over the newspapers and TV die-hard sasaeng fans were a little upset but the rest of ‘Army’ were very supportive. Your name is Iris, and you were called the monochrome couple. On some occasions, you were called the Gucci gang, especially with JHope.

Taehyung thanked you every morning for giving his world colour and whenever you grew homesick, he would serenade wrapping you in his arms on the couch and kiss the top of your head.

How you had such a kind, caring and handsome soulmate was beyond you. Taehyung believed he must have been very good in his past life to get you but, you believed it must have been the other way around. He was quick to call you equals even if you believed this charming young man was superior in every way.

Your family flew overseas to see your soulmate, and you were nervous. Hopefully, he didn’t find them weird or rude. Hopefully, they didn’t do or say anything impolite by accident.

They surprised you, all impeccably dressed, and they even brought a gift for him. Your father had a private word with Taehyung Namjoon tagging along for assistance. By the end of the visit Taehyung was calling your parents mum and dad and they loved it. He was so polite and charming and your mother couldn’t fathom how handsome he was.

The other girls were a bit of a handful mostly Aster who was up odd hours of the night and morning doing god knows what. It was the middle of the night and when you had gotten up to use the bathroom; you saw Aster sitting at the kitchen counter playing flow, hexagons and bridges on her phone rapidly clearing levels headphones in.

Aster could find skills in everything she tried but got lost in them for hours and by the end would be an expert. Melody had taught her how to play the drums and she was already on the brink of surpassing her. And from what she heard she picked up Korean really easily but had trouble sticking to one language.

Gently touching her shoulder she jumped and pulled out her headphones turning, “Hey what’s up?” She asked her eyes a little strained from staying up.

“It’s past midnight, let me walk you to bed” you took her hand and gently pulled her along she yawned slumping against your back and you forgot you were younger. She was the smallest and -from what you had discussed with Beau- the most baby of the soulmate group.

Tucking her in and taking her phone you saw messages from Jimin, ‘you better be asleep’ from two hours ago. The poor guy was so worried she was a loose cannon, he loved her dearly.

“She takes your hand and you're just running you don’t know where, she looks back and smiles and you find it doesn’t matter where you are headed because you are just happy to be there with her,” Jimin had once told her and she had to agree.

She walked back to her own room and checked her phone; you had received a text five minutes ago.

[Are you awake?]

[Yes.]

[Do you want to cuddle and watch the city?]

[Forever and always.]

[I love you.]

[Say that to my face punk]

He met you at the door and led you onto the balcony. There were blankets and pillows set up and you laid on the outdoor couch and watched the city until you both fell asleep.

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brawltogethernow · 5 years ago

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Three Graves

Peter gets cleaned up and settles his resolution to reach out to MJ before visiting Gwen. After all, you want to look your best for important people.

"'Cause you're worth it, Gwendy," he says, setting down a takeout cup of coffee the way she liked it against the base of her headstone and sinking to sit criss-crossed in front of it cradling his own. A weak shield against the New Year's cold.

It's been just warm enough just long enough to sweep the earth in the cemetery clean of the usual frozen-puddles-and-slush cocktail and uncover the winter-dormant grass. Just a reminder of the promise of the end of winter. But it's still not exactly picnic weather, so Peter's alone with the Stacy family.

"So I've been on kind of a jaunt," he says. "Helped me get my head in order. I know, I know, it's about time." He bows his head and shuts his eyes, and for a second he's one stone-still silhouette on the slight slope of hill with all the others.

Then he throws his head back and huffs, blinking up at the clear blue sky. "So I came to fill you in. I know you'd want to know."

He drags the heel of one hand across the corner of his eye. "After all, it's about you."

He puts his untouched coffee down too fast, then catches it with one spindly finger when it starts to overbalance and rights it. "I met these people, Gwen, and one of them... Let me start over. I've always been in this alone. Sorry, I shouldn't say things like that when I know you can't hit me. I know I had you. And the others. But this was -- this is different."

He takes a deep draft of the coffee. "Weirder, mostly."

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Gwen sits down in front of Peter's grave, folding into a tailor's seat in a graceful ballet movement.

"Hey," she says, and reaches out and knocks her knuckles against the headstone. A one-sided fist bump.

She folds the arm back against herself, tugging her hoodie sleeves over her hands, and sits there silently for a while, curled up in a hunch. The world is statue-hard and all-over glittery with frost, and steam curls up when she exhales. She's wearing most of her suit underneath exercise clothes, and the cold seems to bite harder where its insulation doesn't cover her at her face and hands.

She's out of practice talking to people, and Peter was always the one who would say something to get the conversation going anyway.

"I have had a week," she says at last. "You'd have liked it." She thinks of the older Peter, scowling and looking exasperated. "Okay, maybe you'd have hated it."

She sighs and touches the stone again, pressing her hand flat against it. It hurts, the rock hungrily leeching the warmth out of her body.

"I'm trying the whole friend thing again," she says. "I don't know what you would have -- I know neither of us ever really liked people, so maybe you wouldn't think I should. But you also seemed better at knowing what was best for me than what you needed for yourself, so maybe you would have thought it was a good idea. Because I'm pretty sure this is -- best. For me. That is." She snorts. "I was better at you than me, too."

She pulls her hand back and rubs it against her knee, trying to force warmth back into it. With her augmented metabolism, her whitened fingers flush hot again faster than they should. "I definitely still prefer problems you can solve with hitting something. Or by breaking and entering. ...That doesn't mean it's obvious I was going to have to let people in eventually, though! I was completely planning to never address my own feelings again. So take that." She points at Peter's name, taps it lightly between the R and the second P with her fingertip, then pulls her arm close again, hugging it to herself. She sighs. "Maybe you'd think I was dumb for taking this long. I dunno. But Peter, the friend I made? I know you would have liked him. Whether you wanted to or not."

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Footsteps appear in the deep slush in front of Peter Parker's headstone. After a moment, an eye-baffling haze above them shivers and resolves into a boy in a hoodie.

Miles hunches into his civvies against the cold and looks around, head sweeping back and forth. Once he's sure he's alone, he tips his face down to face the grave. He stands there a moment, neck bent, hands in his jacket pockets.

The tokens people left that he recognizes from the last time he was here are starting to look kind of battered and sad, but most of them have been cleared out and replaced by a crop of new ones. It's a mosaic of red and blue and webs, because even if it didn't occur to most of them until it was too late to say it, New York loved Spider-Man.

"Hey," Miles says. "I'm back."

He shifts his feet a little to try to get cold water to stop seeping into his shoes. This agitates some stealthy puddle and soaks them worse.

"Man," he says to the headstone. "I cannot stop myself from looking around when I try using my spidey sense to check for people on purpose. I mean, with my eyes." He tugs his hands out of his pockets to raise them up to his face and demonstrates with wiggly finger motions, one hand in front of his eyeballs and one beside his head. "Did you get that? I know I don't need to, but I just can't shake it. I mean -- yet. I can't shake it yet. This whole Spider-Man thing is kind of a process."

There were a few inches of white fluffy snow the other day, so within hours it was like a massive slushee had been upended in every shallow dip or half-protected corner in the city. With all the foot traffic this place gets, the ground here is like half-frozen mud soup.

"But you know that."

He holds out one hand, staring at the palm of his glove for inspiration. "So hey, uh. I know I was kind of weird when I was here last time?" He puts the hand on the back of his neck, eyes peeling upward sheepishly. "I recognize now that coming here in a party store version of your costume was a little weird. Nobody ever saw my face, though! So I guess it worked out like I wanted it to?"

A big shrug, hands windmilling. "You know, except the other Spiders. I figure that's okay, though. Man, I wish you could have met them."

His shoulders slump, and he feels his eyes prickling. He huffs a fortifying breath, fast in and out. "But anyway. You know how I said I didn't think I could do this last time? It totally worked out. I'm Spider-Man now. I'm pretty sure you wouldn't mind. ...It turns out there are a lot of us.

“And Peter -- the other one, I mean. I mean, one of the other ones. He taught me some things, and-- I wish I'd gotten to learn more from you, but he was okay." He shifts his weight. Even more ice water floods into his shoes. "He was great actually. I don't need to pretend not to like him as much as I do when he's not even here. I...really hope I get to see him again someday. ...I don't know if you would have turned out like him, but -- it would have been okay if you did. You would have been okay, I mean."

The grave is silent. Somewhere nearby there’s the sound of snowmelt dripping.

"We took care of the collider!" says Miles. "Brooklyn did not get eaten by a black hole. ...Mm, mostly. Some of it still looks kinda weird. Though, now I know you're from Queens, so technically we're feuding a little and you should watch yourself." He goes for a chuckle, but it comes out kind of wet.

"And the--" He pauses, and when he speaks again his voice is less froggy. "And Kingpin is in FBI custody. And everybody else who helped him is too, or. Gone." Uncle Aaron. "...Dead." He hasn't visited Uncle Aaron's grave alone yet, but he's okay working on the mural for now.

He raises his head, blinking hard. "I wish--" His voice cuts off and he looks down, and when he looks up again his eyes aren't as tear-bright.

"Thank you, Peter."

_∩∩∩_

Peter hears her heels before anything else, click click, and then MJ is a warm weight settling against him.

"I thought you'd be here," she says.

"Am I that obvious?"

She elbows him without looking over. "No, I just know you." She reaches out and traces a finger over Gwen's name. "Hiya, Gwendy. Did Petey-o tell you his crazy story yet? Make sure he doesn't leave out the part where his alternate self was a successful blond. I guess you really do have more fun."

"Hey," says Peter, with automatic faux offense. Mary Jane's bundled up in a big ochre parka over a bunch of sweaters. He thinks about how his Mary Jane owns the same smart, lush ensemble the other MJ gave her press conference in, folded up in different parts of her closet.

"He wasn't successful," Peter says. "I'm just old."

"Are you calling me old?" MJ says.

"If the shoe fits," says Peter.

MJ whaps him on the arm.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," says Peter, laughing. "No, no, you're a whole year younger than me. Clearly you walk in eternal youth."

MJ settles against him again. "Nah, it's okay," she says. "We're both old. Geriatric."

"What does that make Jonah?" asks Peter. "Commander of the skeleton war?"

"Mister Parker, was that a meme?" asks MJ, faux-scandalized. "Don't make me kids-these-days at you."

"What does that even mean?"

"I'd shake my cane and accuse you of eating too many avocados."

"Ugh, I feel like that's a meme," says Peter. "But I don't understand it."

"Do you not read the news?"

"The news only ever wants to yell about how terrible I am at me."

"When you extricated yourself from all our shared newspaper subscriptions -- you didn't replace them with any new ones, did you. You've basically been living in a box."

"Uh."

"I shouldn't have asked you to do that," she says. "I'm buying you an online Times account if you won't log back into mine." She turns to the grave. "We're a mess without you, as you can see," she tells it.

"Always," says Peter. "But we're doing alright."

They sit there silently for a minute, leaning on each other.

MJ reaches out and lifts up Gwen's cup. "I'm stealing some of your coffee, doll. Not like you don't still owe me a thousand sips of mine." She takes a draft, the liquid cooled from being on the ground, then makes a face. "I forgot she liked mint."

"I think she might have started liking it as a preemptive defense against you paying her back for always stealing from yours."

"Get her caramel next time. We both like caramel."

_∩∩∩_

Gwen hears footsteps crunching the grass behind her and twists around, rising into a crouch in a fluid spin.

It's Mary Jane, huddled in a huge yellow coat. She's wearing her chunky-knit fingerless gloves, the oatmeal ones, and boots over leggings, like she's daring the cold to even try it.

"Thought you'd be here," she says, closing the rest of the distance so she's beside Gwen as Gwen straightens the rest of the way. At Gwen's surprised incredulous look, the other girl snorts. "What, you think I don't know you that well yet? We're friends, aren't we?"

"...Yeah," says Gwen, fighting not to look like that's as much of a revelation as it is.

MJ hooks an arm with Gwen's, beaming showily, pleased with this victory. "Well, your little friend here is more observant than you give her credit for." She reaches out and boops Gwen on the nose. Gwen jumps, even though her spider sense warned her. It tickles.

MJ turns to face Peter's grave, and the grin slides off her face. The look it leaves behind is -- oddly muted. MJ is a very loud person, in Gwen's experience of her. About everything, all the time. Her outfit choices are loud. Her silent facial expressions are loud. Her singing is really loud, like she's got some stuff to work out. Sometimes their practices feel like MJ and Gwen are just fighting to drown each other out. They feel dangerous, like if one of them ever can't keep escalating, the other's sound will sweep her away. And then the other girls have to roar along to keep up.

Their recordings end up pretty noisy.

"I think I'd have liked to have met him," MJ says, very softly. There's nothing particular in the statement, and Gwen is suddenly aware she has no idea how to read MJ when she's not telegraphing her emotions at top volume and full saturation for the benefit all of New York.

Gwen thinks about four Peters, two married to Mary Janes. "Yeah, probably," she allows.

MJ sighs and reaches out the arm not linked with Gwen's. She rests her hand on the top of Peter's headstone, making a chain of three links. Gwen, MJ, grave.

"Hi, Peter," says MJ, her always bell-like voice chiming more mellifluously than ever. Like she's trying to charm someone new. "Thanks for taking care of this girl when I couldn't, yeah?"

Then she takes her hand away, breaking the spell, and starts to tug Gwen away by their linked arms. Gwen lets the taller girl pull her away. It would be pretty suspicious for her to stay as still as she could, even if part of her just wants to anchor herself here like a statue until sunset. Be still with him for a while.

"Come on, hun," says MJ. "That's enough gabbing with the dead. Let's gather the other girls: We can have breakfast before practice."

Gwen stumbles as they hit the path. "Wait, there's practice today? It's Thursday?"

MJ stares at her as she pauses to give Gwen a chance to get upright. "It's Tuesday practice, Gwen. Man, you're bad with dates, aren't you?"

"Hey, I've been --" Stuck in another dimension, time traveling. "Busy with stuff."

MJ quirks one eyebrow at her, the twinkle in her eyes and the press of her half-smile telegraphing 'are you serious?' at Gwen so clearly that for a split second Gwen is sure MJ knows.

But Mary Jane just rolls her eyes and tugs Gwen along more insistently.

"Breakfast sounds nice," Gwen allows.

"Are you plotting to steal from my coffee again?"

Gwen hums noncommittally.

"Gw-e-n!" MJ protests. "I will buy you your own coffee! I do not understand why you're always on the hunt for sips of mine!"

"Stolen food just tastes better," says Gwen. "It's science."

"You're a menace, Gwen-do-lyn," says MJ. "I know your secret identity--"

Gwen jumps.

"--as a filthy coffee thief."

"C-caught me," stutters Gwen.

"Yeah I did," says MJ quietly.

"What?"

"Hm, nothing."

And Gwen lets Mary Jane pull her out of the graveyard and out toward their friends.

_∩∩∩_

Miles' spidey sense tells him someone's behind him before he hears them, and he spins around, part of him half expecting a repeat of last time he got crept up on here.

Close, but wrong Parker. It's May, picking her way carefully through the frozen slush. She looks up only after he's flinched his hands up defensively and then dropped them again.

"Oh, Miles!" she says. "I wasn't expecting you here."

She stops once she's beside him, and sighs. "I just thought, now that the crowds have mostly thinned out, it would be a good time to talk to him. Guess we both had the same idea, huh?" She looks around like she doesn't quite want to look at her nephew's grave, the twists of her head stopping when she's facing the church. "This place is so famous. It's so strange that Peter is buried here."

She finally looks down at the bedecked headstone. "I always thought me and him and Ben would all end up in the same place. But, well, Jonah was crying and -- I think it makes people feel better."

Miles remembers something Peter -- janky, old Peter -- said. "Are you guys Jewish too?"

May looks at him strangely, but must not need to ask who 'too' refers to, because she just flickers a quick shrug. "Ben was. I thought about converting when we got married, but his family was never that traditional, so I never got around to it. But that doesn't mean it wasn't important to them."

Miles reaches out and raps his fingers extra lightly on a Roman cross cropping up from the top of a headstone. He then immediately feels bad, and pats it gingerly as he says, "Then this must be extra weird."

May smiles.

She puts a hand on his shoulder, thin but strong. "He'd be proud, you know."

"Yeah." Miles gives the marker one last nod as he turns to go. "I know."

[AO3]

#spiderverse #gwen stacy #miles morales #peter b parker #into the spiderverse #spidey #marvel #w #fic #'oh right readmores work on mobile again i should crosspost'

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mitchmarnier · 6 years ago

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SEMI CHARMED LIFE

summary: “You guys have kept in contact this whole time?” Bill asked, brow disappearing underneath hair line as he looked like his old friends in amazement. “And you guys are.. what? Room mates?”

Eddie avoided looking at Richie as he answered. “Yeah, uh… room mates. Something like that.”

[or: the adult!losers reunion, done 2000s sit-com style, just like we all deserve.]

chapter count: 1/?

Ben Hanscom kicked at the dirt path alongside the Barrens. It was as just as obviously a foot-made path as it had been twelve years earlier, the last time Ben had walked down here. Back then, he had never been walking alone- always flanked with two or more of his friends from youth.

For safety, Ben remembered bitterly. It had been little Eddie Kaspbrak who had made the first statement, that nobody should go into the Barrens alone, after Ben had been attacked that day. They hadn’t even been my friends, Ben thought to himself. He picked at long, overgrown yellowing grass alongside the path. I’d only known Beverly then, but they’d stood by me. Stole supplies for me. Even though it put them higher on Henry Bowers’ shit list.

Henry Bowers… Ben let out a shaky laugh, pressing his hand against the long faded scar on his stomach. It was barely visible now days, over a decade faded in age and dimmed with the loss of his childhood weight. That day, though undoubtably terrible, had been the last day for many years that Ben Hanscom had been able to say he didn’t have any friends.

Those same friends that Ben hadn’t been spoken to near on a decade, people he’d considered to be his soul mates and thought he’d never separate from. They’d graduated high school, moved across the country, and by the time the summer of 1996 rolled around- they didn’t even speak at all.

Until Derry High School had sent out the e-mails, announcing that in the May of 2005 that they would be holding a 10 year reunion for the graduates of 1995. Mike Hanlon had reached out not long after that. Ben had a Facebook, used it for his work, and had looked up his former friends after hearing from Mike. Most of them had not taken the leap to website, but two had.

Richie Tozier, who seemed to embraced his given name of Richard, seemed to only have work friends on his Facebook as well. He’d gone into work with radio, such a Richie job Ben had thought fondly when he’d realized. There was a slight illusion of some sort of serious relationship on Richie’s Facebook, if just from small comments of his own and that of his friends. He didn’t list a relationship status, nor any name of the radio station he worked for. Ben had scrolled through Richie’s page for his entire lunch break and still hadn’t reached the end.

Beverly Marsh had also gone online with Facebook, but had taken a longer time for Ben to find. At some point in the last ten years, Beverly had gone and tied the knot. Her Facebook name now fell under Bev Rogan and was listed as Married to Thomas Rogan. Her privacy settings were much higher than Richie’s- which had easily been non-existent, so Ben hadn’t been able to see any of her personal posts. He supposed that was for the best, if the uncomfortable feeling in his gut at just the thought of Beverly being married had anything to say about it- he wouldn’t have been able to look at Beverly’s happy life.

Ben moved himself up the steep hill, and walked back to his patiently waiting cab. His overly friendly driver grinned up at in the rearview mirror. “Anything interesting down there?” He asked him happily.

“Yeah, yes,” Ben said, voice croaking. “I was just…” An image of bulky thick rimmed glasses, and burning red hair flashed in Ben’s mind. “Just visiting some old ghosts.”

→ → →

“Just not too hot!” Eddie Kaspbrak was calling over his shoulder as his husband was attempting to assure him out the front door. “You know not to make it too hot, it’s really important. If it’s too hot, it’ll-“

“Eddie, sweetheart,” Maggie Tozier laughed happily, patting her starting to winkle hand against Eddie’s soft cheek. “I’ve done this once or twice. You don’t have anything to worry about, sweetie. Go see your friends, have good time.”

“Yes, I-” Eddie nodded, feeling Richie’s arm coming to rest around his waist. “I know, I know. But we have a very particular schedule we’ve been working with and if it’s-“

“Okay,” Richie pressed a quick kiss to Eddie’s cheek then grinned at his mother. “We’re going to get going, before we’re late and Eddie says something rude that he doesn’t mean.” Eddie grumbled, but flushed and leaned into his husband’s gentle touch. “Love you, Ma. Thanks so much for doing this. Tell Dad we’ll go out for a drink before we head home.”

Maggie rolled her eyes. “He’s your father. Tell him yourself.” Richie gave a matching eye roll, ushering Eddie out of the door and shutting it behind them.

→ → →

“Who’s a good boy?” Mike Hanlon cooed as his six month old golden retriever, Henry, jumped up on him with his paws landing in Mike’s awaiting hands. “You are! You’re the goodest boy!”

Mike’s boyfriend, Alexander, padded into the farm house’s kitchen in his flannel house coat with a steaming cup of what could only be coffee in his hand. He grinned at Mike and shook his head. “Don’t say things like that. You’re going to give the other animals a complex.”

Mike beamed. “They can’t hear me from in here.”

“You don’t know that.”

Mike and Alexander had been together going on two years now. Six months earlier, Mike’s father had been diagnosed with Alzheimer Disease, and when Mike had expected to loose out on the best relationship of his life because of the time he’d be (willingly) giving up to care for his father, Alexander had surprised him for the millionth time since Mike had met him. He’d jumped right into the situation, moving his things into the Hanlon’s farmhouse and taking up what Mike felt might be a little more than his shared of responsibilities.

“When are you meeting your friends?” Alexander asked, jumping to sit up on the countertop with his legs dangling.

Mike sighed, scooping his pup into his arms and pressing his face into his fur. “Soon. Really soon. I should get going if I’m going to make into town in time.”

Alexander raised his eyebrows. “Wasn’t this whole get up your idea? Why do you seem so reluctant to actually go?”

Mike walked forward and dropped Henry into his boyfriend’s ready open arms. “I’m not reluctant… I’m definitely excited to see them. It’s just… it’s been a long time, you know? I guess I’m nervous.”

Alexander nodded, scratching behind Henry’s floppy ear. “I don’t think you need to be worried. If even half the things you told me about your old friends are true, you’re going to click back to who you were immediately.”

→ → →

Beverly Rogan had stepped off the train in Derry and had absolutely no idea what the hell she was doing. The town of Derry hadn’t changed in the decade since she’d turned her away from it and never looked back. Same stores that looked like they hadn’t been renovated since the 1960s, same people on the streets giving her dirty looks- just a little bit older. She hadn’t even come back to this place when her father had died six years earlier, and could barely explain to herself why she was coming back now. It certainly wasn’t to celebrate her days at Derry High School.

She hadn’t been able to explain it to her husband, either. Tom didn’t like surprises, and he very much did not like surprises that including his wife packing up half her belongings and getting on a train. Belongings she was still carrying on with her, which was only drawing more eyes to her. Tom Rogan was a good guy, but as Beverly had learned slowly- not the best husband. He was neglectful and didn’t’ seem to have any idea of how to make a person truly happy. She’d walked out to return to her high school reunion, and didn’t know she if she’d been walking out on her marriage overall.

Beverly stood outside the old Dancing Clown diner, knowing that she was early, knowing that she’d never given Mike a straight answer on whether or not she was coming. Inhaling deeply, she started up to the building and went inside.

→ → →

Bill Denbrough tripped and nearly fell down the flight of stairs at parents house. He bounced into the living room, trying to stuff his foot into a sock. His twenty-one year old brother barely even looked up from video game and let out a laugh. “Ha. Fucking loser.”

“You’re one to talk,” Bill shot back, licking his lips and frowning to try to keep himself from stuttering. It was never as bad as when he was back in Derry, there were times when he could years without stuttering if he didn’t make a home visit. “When’s the last time you got off that cuh-couch?”

George held up a half eaten Pizza Pocket and shook it in display. Bill made a disgusted noise and looked over at his father, who’d yet to glance up from his book since breakfast that morning. Turning away, Bill grabbed a jacket from rack by the front door and shrugged it on. The air was still crisp in Maine this early in May, he was lucky Audra had thought to bring them. Despite being the native Maine-r, Bill often forgot what life was like living in Maine. It sometimes felt almost like a repression, and everything was burning into his mind that second he crossed into the state like. Never mind once they’d ridden into Derry.

Bill and Audra had spent the better part of the last year in England, sending their belongings to their unlived in New York apartment while themselves and enough things for the weekend made their way to Derry.

“You’re leaving now?” Audra asked, appearing by Bill’s side as he started putting his boots on. He looked up at his girlfriend of three years and smiled at her. “Have fun, I hope your friends are as awesome as you remember them being. When you get back, there’s something I’ve got to talk to you about.”

“No, no no, hey no,” Bill stood up straight and took Audra’s hands into his own. “You can’t pull that on me, baby. You know I’ll be able to do is worry about what you’re going to tell me the whole time. Just tell me now.”

Audra smiled. “You don’t need to worry about it right now.”

“But I will, if you don’t tell me what it is?” Bill said, rubbing his thumbs against the backs of Audra’s hands. “Please just tell me.”

“I’m pregnant.”

→ → →

“Are you going to go inside?” Patty Blum asked, taping the steering wheel and making her engagement ring flash in the sunlight that cast through the car window.

“Maybe.” Stanley Uris replied, picking at his peeling bottom and staring out at the Dancing Clown diner. “Definitely maybe.”

Patty sighed, part annoyed, part fond and turned off the car. She twisted in her seat and gave her fiancée the stare down. ‘If you didn’t want to come here, why didn’t you say so?”

Stan made a loud and offended noise. “I did say so! I said so very many times actually! You just ignored me, packs our backs for us and told me to stop being dramatic.” Stan crossed his arms and goodness nearly pouted.

Patty rolled her eyes. “You were being dramatic. I’m still not sure what your issue is… why are you so afraid of seeing your old friends?”

Stan pressed his head against the head rest of the seat. “I did some shit that I’m not proud of. My best friend… I… I was so desperate to get away from this place, and I kind of betrayed him.”

“So, you’re not going to go in there because you’re afraid of your high school best friend that you stabbed in the back ten years ago?” Patty chuckled. “If it’s eating you up this badly, I can promise he’s moved on. You’re going to go in there, and you’re talk to him, and you’re going find out all the amazing things he’s done since this stupid betrayal that probably means nothing now. And you’ll tell him yours, and he’ll be happy for you and if he’s not- then fuck him.”

Stan cupped Patty’s cheek and kissed her lightly. “Have I told you yet today that I love you?”

“Mmm once or twice,” Patty said lightly. “But it’s always nice to hear it. Now go get em, baby. Call me if you need somebody to pick you up.”

Stan nodded, slipped out of the car and walked into the old diner. His eyes moved through until it fell onto what had once been the Losers Table and saw an all too familiar looking red head seated. Grinning to himself, he tucked his hands into the back pockets of his jeans and stepped up beside the table. Beverly looked like she walked straight to the diner from however she’d gotten into town, her bags all jammed underneath the table.

“Well, would you look what the cat dragged in?” Stan said in a happy voice that he hoped didn’t sound too forced. Forced or not, Beverly beamed at his greeting and quickly jumped to her feet. Even in high school, Bev had been shorter than Stan and that had been before Stan had hit that oh so rare growth spurt in his freshman year of college.

“Stanley!” Beverly said cheerfully, squeezing his hips. “Stan the MAN! Look at you! You’ve got to be as tall as Richie now!”

Stan smiled bashfully- his perfect dimple smile, as Patty always called it- and slid into the booth beside her. They both kicked at the luggage under the table, giggling to each other like children. The diner seemed oddly deserted, a place that had been so important to them growing up, now seemed ready to close with a single moment’s notice. The door jingle open and Mike Hanlon, the man breaking into a deep grin the second he caught sight of his friends.

“Stanley Uris and Beverly Marsh,” Mike said in a laugh as Beverly leapt right back up to her feet and rushed at him. Mike patted at the top of her head, smiling softly at Stan from across the diner. “Why am I not surprised that you two beat me to my own event?”

“Why am I not surprised that you’re the only person who lives in Derry and you couldn’t even be the first person here?” Stan shot back dryly, standing as well and clasping Mike on the shoulder. The words seemed to hang in the air for moment, heavy and tense, before Mike simply smiled and they took their seats back around the diner table.

“You stayed in Derry?” Beverly asked, eyes widening as she slipped in to sit beside Mike. There was the distinct sound of three pairs of feet kicking at Beverly’s aggressive amount of luggage while Mike avoided making eye contact with Stan. “I thought you went to NYU with Eddie?”

“I was going to,” Mike said in light voice. “That was the plan but you know how life can be. Things get a little mixed up and then..” The bell to the door rang out again, stealing the attention from all three former Losers. Bill Denbrough nearly stumbled into the diner, pale and looked dazed, seeming almost as though they’d came in by accident. He dropped into the booth without so much of a greeting, and dropped his hand onto Stanley’s shoulder. Stan crinkled his nose up in repulsion and forced himself to allow that distantly familiar touch.

“How you doin’ honey?” Beverly asked gently, looking between Mike and Stan’s worried gazes.

Bill groaned deeply, pressing his face harder into the crock of Stanley’s neck. “Life is terrible, nothing good happens to anybody and then we all die.”

Stanley coughed awkwardly. “Listen, Bill… I appreciate your struggle, but if you could please…”

“Sit up, man,” Mike said a little sharply and Bill startled upwards. “Oh, shit, Stan, I’m so sorry, I tuh-tuh-totally forgot!”

“It’s fine,” Stan said mildly, waving Bill’s apology off. “Is it really that bad being back in Derry? I know it’s no back packing trip through Europe but…”

Bill barked out a laugh while Beverly shook her head. “What, Stan? Did you keep tabs on us for the last ten years? Should we be worried?”

Stan shook his head. “Not all of you.”

The ringing silence danced over the table before Mike cleared his throat awkwardly. “You mean Richie, right? Stan, I really don’t think that Richie-“

“Don’t think I what?” Richie’s voice called over from where he was ducking into the entrance with an arm tossed around one Eddie Kaspbrak. The entire group of former Losers jumped, Stan feeling his heart leapt into his throat. “You guys all already talking shit about mem before I’m even here to defend myself?”

“Yup,” Beverly agreed, tears starting to well up into her eyes. “You have to know that somethings never change, don’t ya?”

Richie hummed, dropping his arm from Eddie’s shoulder to catch Beverly as she came running for him. Eddie laughed lightly, as Richie spun Bev around and narrowly avoided knocking over several chairs. He slid into Beverly’s seat, greeting Mike with a tight hug and smiling towards Bill and Stan across the table. As Beverly attempted to sit back beside Eddie, Richie slipped in before in and took the spot. Beverly raised her brow as she moved in beside Bill, muttering something under her breath about somethings really don’t change.

Richie gave a over joyous greeting to Mike, his voice sobering up as he glanced across the table towards Bill and Stan. He gave one simple nod, forced a small smile and pushed out one simple: “Lads.”

“Richard.” Stan said back through a dry throat. Eddie reached out and began fiddling with the sugar dispenser, Mike noting the discolour of paler skin on his ring finger and frowning.

“What are we all talking about?” Eddie asked, speaking fast and voice high. Stan almost smiled at the memories of Eddie’s nervous voice, the kind he only used when desperate to talk about anything else.

“Billy here was about to tell us about his backpacking trip in Europe with his movie star girlfriend,” Beverly jumped in, pinching at Bill’s cheeks.

“No fucking shit, Denbrough?” Richie laughed, fingers twitching as though desperate to return to a muscle memory habit but being unable to. “I always knew you were going to do some high living, but fuck, dude.”

“She’s not really a movie star,” Bill said, swaying slightly like he may be sick. “She’s a had a few roles in some B Lists and guest star roles on main broadcast television. She’s no Winona Ryder or anything.”

“Obviously,” Stan and Richie spoke up in unison, voices dancing in harmony. “Nobody could be Winona Ryder except Winona Ryder.”

Another awkward silence settled over the table, Stan biting his lip and looking down at the diner table while Richie looked up at the ceiling as though pissed with himself. Beverly thought she noticed Eddie’s hand slipping underneath the table, but was quickly pulled away from the moment by the diner’s door opening once more.

Ben Hanscom stumbled into the diner, out of breath and with mud stains on his jeans. He ran his fingers through his curlier-than-she-remembered hair as his danced through the diner until they landed on her. She watched the way the muscles in his neck hitched, as though he’d momentarily forgotten how to breathe, and she felt her lungs follow his inabilities for just a moment.

“Here we go,” Richie leaned over and whispered to Eddie, who pursed his lips in an attempt not to laugh. “Haystack! My main man! The biggest dick I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing! Pull up at a chair!”

Ben’s cheeks turned a deep red, and the rest of the table all burst out laughing as Ben followed through with Richie’s request. “Come on, Rich, we all know you haven’t even seen Ben’s dick.” Bill said with the first genuine smile he’d cracked since he’d gotten there.

Richie gave Bill a dark, deadpan expression. “You don’t know what I’m into.”

“Oh… Kay..” Bill said slowly, frowning to himself while Eddie nudged Richie’s shoulder gently.. “Suh-suh-sorry, I guess?”

Richie shook his head, and forced a quick smile. “It tis no problem, misuser! But as we have all arrived now, why don’t we give a quick run down of a decade! Eds and I here are still out in the big apple-“

“You and Eddie live together?” Beverly cut across him, frowning in confusion. Richie opened his mouth, then snapped it shut before looking towards Eddie. Eddie cleared his throat and smiled.

“After what happened with UCLA, Richie came with me to NYU instead of staying in Derry,” Eddie said with a shrug. “Since Mike wasn’t going to go anymore, we moved into the apartment together and I just we just never… stopped living together.”

“So, You guys have kept in contact this whole time?” Bill asked, brow disappearing underneath hair line as he looked like his old friends in amazement. “And you guys are.. what? Room mates?”

Eddie avoided looking at Richie as he answered. “Yeah, uh… room mates. Something like that.”

Richie slammed his hands down onto the table. “Somebody else talk now!!!”

Ben startled, then cleared his throat. “I uh… I actually live in New York, too.” He said slowly. “I work for the Pennywise Architecture firm. I’m just an intern still, might as well be unpaid but it’s a first step to my dream job so I deal with it.”

“Okay, not to make things kind of weird…” Beverly scratched at the side of her face. “But I actually live in New York, too. My husband got a transfer last spring, better pay and all that fun stuff. I don’t work, but I sell commissions on my art and a little bit clothing design. I might do something with that, I haven’t decided just yet. I think Tom wants to start a family so I’m not really sure just now.”

Richie narrowed his eyes, but Eddie quickly caught across him. “A family is so worth it, Beverly. Trust me, you won’t regret it.”

Beverly smiled blandly, and the conversation slowed until the Bill cleared his throat. “Audra and I actually just bought an apartment in New York. She wuh-wants to do some wuh-work on Broadway and I can wruh-write anywhere, so. We haven’t moved in yet, because we were in Euh-Europe but we’re going straight there after the ruh-reuinon.”

“I…” Stan cleared his throat, a look of concern and discomfort on his face. “I’m actually engaged, Patty she’s… the most amazing person I’ve ever met. She’s still in school, trying to be a high school teacher. She’s… finishing her degree at NYU once the new semester starts. We’re moving out there in like a month from Atlanta.”

Every face turned to look at Mike, who sighed and rubbed at his face. “I applied to some museum job in New York on a whim earlier this year, but I actually got it. I’m not going to go, my dad needs me here and my job is fine but… I told my partner that I’ve turned it down but I actually haven’t yet. I don’t know why I didn’t, I guess part of it just felt wrong.”

“What was it we all used to say back then?” Beverly asked, shaking her head slightly. “When all those weird things happened that we couldn’t explain?”

Ben looked at her and smiled. “Soulmates for the centuries.”

#reddie #reddie fic #benverly #benverly fic #it fanfiction #my writing #semi charmed life #lets' try again shall we #tumblr work properly challenge #i don't remember who asked me to tag them #so rip i guess

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ichigopanhpff · 5 years ago

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BNHA One-Shot: Bust A Cap

I’m surprised no one’s written something like this yet. Just a short one with by OC, Takahiro “Ren” Remy, who is a second year at U.A. and currently an R.A. for the 1-A dorms. She’s from a fic I just started called “Blink!”

Enjoy!

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It was lazy afternoon and a rare day where class 1-A didn’t have any school work or training to catch up on.

Yes, today was a total rest day.

Some decided to hang out in the privacy of their own room while others lounged in the common area. It was far too hot to go outside to do anything.

“Iida-kun, Deku-kun,” Ren called the two boys from the common room, carrying a small folded table and a bottle. “Come with me a sec.”

The two looked at each other in confusion and got up from the couch. They followed their R.A. outside, where the summer heat and breeze greeted them. Having been outside for merely seconds, they could begin feeling the humidity cling onto their skin when they ended up in the shady grass area to the right side of the dorm. Walking a few steps forward, she set the table up and set the bottle on top. Happy with the positioning, Ren turned back around with a determined smirk.

“Uh, senpai?” Midoriya asked with a tone of confusion. “What are you doing?”

“We’re training today.”

“Training?”

“There’s been a thing online recently called the ‘Bottle Cap Challenge’, where people unscrew the cap of a bottle with their kicks without knocking the bottle over,” she explained. “And I thought this would be a great training exercise for you two! You can learn precision and self-control at the same time.”

“What a great idea!” Iida agreed and put his hand to his chin. “My Recipro Burst does activate too fast sometimes when I use it...”

“And it’ll help with Deku-kun’s Shoot Style,” she added.

The two boys’ eyes lit up with excitement and yelled, “Let’s do this!” They all began stretching their legs before attempting.

“Senpai, would you mind giving us a demonstration before we start?” the tall boy requested.

Ren stepped back about six feet from the bottle and focused.

“I like to get a bit of a running start,” she commented and readied her stance. Doing little hops in place, she made two tight Chaine turns and went into a full roundhouse kick at the top of the bottle. In an instantaneous moment, both boys saw the tip of her shoe touch the cap and spun it off. Firmly planting her foot back on the ground, she huffed out a soft breath and released her stance.

“Ohhhhhh!!!! That’s so amazing!” they both exclaimed.

She walked off to pick the cap back up and reset the bottle.

“Whenever you guys are ready.”

“I’ll go first,” Iida firmly stated. The tall dark blue hair colored boy took a few steps back and readied himself. Hearing the engines at his calves fire up, he went full throttle and swung his right leg at the bottle, only to knock the whole thing over instead. He rigidly stood there, soaking in his failure.

“I went a little too gung-ho,” Iida sulked at the nearby wall.

“I-It’s fine! Don’t worry about it,” Ren comforted. “It’d be a miracle for you to get it on the first try!”

“How long did it take you, Ren-senpai?” Deku asked.

“At least 10 times,” she confessed and placed her hands on her hips. “The trick is to control the angle and power of your kick.”

She then turned back to Iida.

“Try it without your quirk on your next turn so you can get a handle of your strength,” she directed.

“That’s right! I’m so used to activating my quirk whenever we’re training!” he energetically replied, his hands moving in their usual robotic manner. “Such a wise suggestion, Takahiro-senpai!”

“Deku-kun, you ready?”

The freckled boy nodded and prepared himself.

Giving himself enough room, Midoriya activated All For One, making him glow teal green all over. He went into a running start for momentum and jumped up to ready his body into a roundhouse kick. Reiterating Ren’s advice in his head, he tried his best to angle his foot as it came closer to the cap. The moment contact was made, the whole bottle spun around on the table and wobbled back into stationary position a few inches from falling off of the table.

“Gah, so close!” he groaned out with a wry grin.

The viridian haired boy walked back to the table and reset the bottle for Iida’s turn. For the next 15 minutes or so, the boys took their turns in trying to knock the cap off, sweat beginning to accumulate around their arms. And at long last, Iida was the first one to succeed between the two. Both Deku and Ren happily cheered and clapped for him.

“Now that you got the feel for it, try it with your quirk,” their R.A. said.

“What’re you guys doin’ here?” a new voice intervened.

The three turned to see the Bakusquad, with Ochaco and Todoroki trailing not too far behind.

“We’re trying out the bottle cap challenge,” Midoriya answered.

“Whoa, that sounds super fun!” Ochaco exclaimed. “I wanna try too!”

With new challengers entering the arena, Ren gave them the lowdown on the challenge and had Iida give the demonstration.

“Hm, doin’ the challenge itself isn’t all that fun...” Ashino pouted and suddenly had a devilish idea. “How ‘bout this?! Whoever misses the most have to do whatever the winner wants for one day!”

“That’s a pretty steep bet, Mina...” Ren trailed off with a tone of concern.

“Heh, scared senpai?” Bakugou goaded with his trademark shit-eating grin. “You don’t have to do it.”

Ren shot him a look of annoyance with her hazel green eyes.

“I never said I wasn’t,” she shot back. “Let’s up the ante: Loser also has to call the winner ‘master’ or whatever name the winner decides on.”

“Hope you got the balls to back up what you said,” the ash blond boy arrogantly responded.

“Oh trust me, Boom-Boom. My balls are definitely bigger than yours,” the R.A. retorted, setting off a chain of gasps and excited exclaims of ‘ooooh’s, prompting Bakugo to offset a couple of mini-explosions in the palm of his right hand.

“Senpai’s all fired up,” Aishino giddily commented. “So freaking cool!”

“Alright, let’s go!” Kirishima exclaimed and slammed his right fist into his left hand. “I’m gettin’ riled up!”

While everyone got into place, Iida immediately shot his right hand up.

“I will not be participating in this as I feel my quirk will have an unfair advantage over everyone,” Iida firmly confessed. “Therefore, I will be the referee.”

“As expected of the class rep,” Ochaco applauded.

“I got no problem with that,” Sero said.

“What are the rules then?” Kaminari asked.

“Best out of 3 and you can only use your legs. Anyone using their arms or quirks are automatically disqualified,” Ren dictated. “You guys okay with that?”

With everyone agreeing to the terms, it was time to start. Mina was the first one up. Since she has dancing as a hobby, she’s already aware of how her body reacts when kicking. And with a swift turn with her extended leg, she was the first to successfully complete the challenge.

“Peace of cake!” the pink girl cheered and threw up a victory hand gesture with a toothy grin.

Once the bottle was reset, it was Ren’s turn. Shifting into stance, she repeated her process and went for it. Unfortunately, she put enough spin on the cap but not enough force to knock it off.

“Shit,” she hissed out.

“Those big balls of yours must be draggin’ you down, senpai,” Bakugou jeered from the back.

She merely scoffed and walked past him to sit down on the sidelines. Next up was Ochaco. Having had martial arts experience with Gunhead from her internship, the moves were still fresh in her mind. Focusing her mind and body, she managed to succeed without hesitation.

“Ochaco-chan may actually be a lowkey young lorddess,” Ren commented in amazement as the peppy brunette reveled in her success. “I felt her power in that kick.”

Next up was Midoriya. Getting into position, he prepared himself to attack. Within the first flicker of All For One, Iida immediately intervened.

“Midoriya! You’re disqualified for using your quirk!” the class rep bellowed.

“Ah crap!” the boy exclaimed. “I totally forgot about that! I got so used to activating it with kicks.”

“You moron!” Bakugou yelled and proceeded to kick his childhood friend in the butt. “Use your brain!”

“Kacchan, you didn’t have to do that,” Midoriya winced at the pain and walked off rubbing the spot he was kicked before sitting down beside Ren, pouting.

The challenge continued on, with Kaminari easily aced it and Kirishima disqualified for using his quirk to extend his toe to flick the cap; Sero managed to get it off and then it was Bakugou’s turn. Charging in his usual style sans his explosions, he jumped and managed to get the cap off with spinning heel kick. Last up was Todoroki and in a flash, he swiftly kicked the lid and it gracefully fell down onto the table.

Round two was up with Ashino starting again, but accidentally kicked the bottle over this time around and reset it for the next person. Ren regained her focus and attacked the cap with a roundhouse for the centrifugal force and kicked upward to flick it off.

“Now you’re just showing off,” Bakugou huffed and crossed his arms.

“Maybe just a little,” she humble bragged.

Ochaco took her turn and also managed to succeed again. Kaminari went again and missed once more, much to his chagrin.

“Damn, this is harder than it looks,” the flashy blond boy groaned out and walked off.

Sero went and almost had it; the cap decided to stay teetering at the lip of the bottle and refused to fall. Everyone collectively groaned and chuckled. Everyone went silent when it was Bakugou’s turn. He went into a roundhouse and followed up with an axe kick on the cap. Whether it was by pure dumb luck or not, he managed to get the cap flip up in the air and have it land right back on the bottle. Explosive laughter filled the air when everyone saw what happened.

“All that flash and nothing!” Mina gasped between her breaths. “That was so lame!”

“Shut the fuck up! Don’t laugh!” Bakugou angrily shouted and lightly blushed out of embarrassment, only to be drowned out by more laughing.

After everyone calmed down, the bottle was reset and Todoroki was up.

“Do I have to do something flashy too?” he asked in his usual demeanor.

“No, no. Just do what you did last round if you want,” Ren said.

The bi-colored hair boy went for it and successfully got it off with a simple side kick.

“Dude, you been practicin’ on your own or somethin’?” Kirishima asked in awe.

“It’s really not that hard. All you have to do is focus on where your kicks land,” Todoroki instructed. “And the rest will follow.”

“This will now be the last round,” Iida announced. “The winner and loser will be determined after.”

From here on, the competition got serious and fun time was over. Ashino took her turn and got it off; Ren barely managed to get hers off while Ochaco completed it without a hitch. Kaminari went and got the cap off by sheer luck, to which he celebrated to for two whole minutes. Up next was Sero, who thought he had it in the bag, only to realize he spun the bottle as well. The cap threatened to fall off and barely did at the end. Bakugou went for the last time and got the cap off with a spinning hook kick, whereas Todoroki followed up his turn with a simple wheel kick.

“Here are the results,” Iida announced. “Ashino: 2; Takahiro-senpai: 2; Uraraka: 3; Kaminari: 2; Sero: 2; Bakugou: 2; Todoroki: 3.”

“Should we do janken* as a tie-breaker?” Ochaco suggested.

“I’m fine with that,” Kaminari agreed. “No hard feelings at the end.”

Mina, Ren, Kaminari, Sero and Bakugou made a small circle.

“First comes rock, jan, ken–”

Everyone threw down their pick: both Ren and Bakugou threw down scissors, whereas the rest threw down rock.

“Goddamnit!” Bakugou screamed.

“Scissors… why must you betray me,” Ren moped with wobbly legs while the rest cheered.

The two then turned to each other with sharp eyes as if they were mortal enemies and positioned themselves for the last round.

“No hard feelings, senpai,” Bakugou confidently belted out.

“Oh, none at all,” Ren reply was laced with sarcasm.

“First comes rock, jan, ken–”

Bakugou threw down scissors and Ren threw down paper.

“Fuck yes! I win!” the explosive blond shouted and threw his fist up in the air.

“Life… why you do this,” the girl dejectedly said to herself, holding her trembling ‘paper’ hand.

Finally, Ochaco and Todoroki went their turn, to which Todoroki won with paper. Sighing heavily, Ren slowly made her way over and stared up at him. She could’ve sworn he grew taller again.

“Here I am,” she announced without fanfare and shrugged her shoulder. His heterochromatic eyes gazed down at the R.A., wondering what he should do. “What is thy bidding?” she deadpanned.

“I’ll think of something later,” he uttered out and walked away. “It’s hot.”

“Ehhhh?!” Ashino protested. “You’re not gonna do it now?! No fun!”

The next day, everyone in class 1-A couldn’t believe what they were seeing: Todoroki was laying on top of Ren with his eyes closed on one of the couches in the common area, her arms were draped around his shoulders. A blooming embarrassed blush dyed across her pale cheeks.

“I’m… his human pillow today,” she muttered out, avoiding eye contact. “Because I look comfortable, apparently.”

Todoroki’s eyes fluttered open and looked up at his servant for the day in a nonchalant manner.

“My hair is in my eyes, Ren-Ren,” he softly uttered out in an almost arrogant manner. “Brush them aside for me?”

“Y-yes… my k-king.”

At that moment, Takahiro Ren wanted to teleport into a Black Hole and disappear off of this world while the entire class reacted with surprised whoops and shouts.

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*Janken = Rock, paper, scissors

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bestfriendforhire · 4 years ago

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Children of BFFH, Entry 94

Crazy and I had barely figured out where we were when the time came for us to quit our game for the day. After the game closed, I froze up, not knowing what to do. I wasn’t ready for this. I didn’t know anything about magic. What if I couldn’t do it at all?

“Come on. We’re going outside.” stated Crazy, pulling me up with ease and giving me a hug. I hugged the tiny girl back, leaning down to squeeze her shoulders. Feeling those unyielding muscles in someone so much smaller than me was really something. Messy was very short, but Crazy couldn’t even be three feet tall yet. She was nine, but that had to be short for nine. Even Aspy was taller than her!

She didn’t let my thoughts keep us from heading out with the others. I hadn’t even registered Valeria’s doorway yet when I was being pulled through, stumbling after Crazy.

“Be gentle.” stated James. He was standing in the yard with an amused expression as he looked down at us.

“Yes, Boss!” exclaimed Crazy, releasing me to salute him.

I impulsively hugged her again. Being so cute was unfair for someone as gifted as she, but that was Best Friend For Hire. I couldn’t imagine competing with any of the kids here.

“Ready to start?” asked James.

I nearly jumped when everyone else replied immediately. I wasn’t focused. I hadn’t even noticed that they lined up around me. “Y-Yes?” I mumbled, wondering what was happening. Wasn’t I the one learning magic?

“Layla, I realize you’re confused, but I will explain.” stated James with a smile. He was looking at me expectantly. When I nodded, he said, “The first obstacle between you and using the energy around you is being able to sense it. If you can’t sense the energy around you, you can’t reorganize it into spells.” Motioning to the other kids, he said, “Your friends here will be showing off what they can do, which will bring additional energy into our world while also using some up. The energy is easier to notice when in motion. We could take you into the forest, but the fey would all come to us, and you’d be far too distracted. Despite how distracted you’re about to feel, the forest would be even more intense. Just remember to breathe and remember that you’re perfectly safe.”

He motioned, and the world changed. Giant streams of water came rushing toward us from far parts of the yard, enormous flowers of fire danced through the air, the ground rushed up to form soldiers that marched in lines, and the air itself stirred into a frenzy, visible by the movement in the trees and grass. Then the yard rippled even more, and a deep, terrifying darkness surrounded plants as they grew higher than the mansion.

“Breathe, Layla. Try to stay calm.” ordered James as he gently patted my back.

I focused on Four who was chasing Valeria, playfully attacking her as she effortlessly dodged through her doorways. She could step from one section to another with ease, but one leap could take him as far as her. Then he started to fly, and an enormous, shimmering cape trailed after him. He almost seemed to sparkle.

A shift in the darkness, barely seen at the corner of my eye, brought my gaze back down. The nightmarish plants were shooting thorns down at Messy, but she ignored them, gracefully dancing along under an umbrella of light. Only then did I realize I could hear the music she was dancing to, and where she stepped, the grass turned to silver and gold. Focusing on her was relaxing, unlike what attacked her.

“She’s creating a picture!” I exclaimed, as I realized the metallic colors were forming in specific shapes.

“She’s also transforming the yard, so Serenity doesn’t attack her from under her feet. A bulldozer couldn’t move that ground at the moment.” explained James. Then he pointed over to where Deo was dancing as well, shifting forms with each step. “Deo, or Dea, will probably prank you off and on when you return in the future. He and she like to do that.”

“What’s Ella doing?” I asked, seeing her skipping along after Doc, who was chasing a dragon made of water.

“Honestly, she probably doesn’t remember what’s happening, which doesn’t really matter. She uses magic constantly without trying, creating small illusions that reflect how she feels. Her other power isn’t very well-suited to our current purpose. Ella can control anyone who meets her gaze.”

“What!? Seriously!?” I asked, not trusting my ears.

“She inherited that particular gift from her father. Don’t worry. Ella isn’t malicious. She did create a little confusion not long ago, forcing a thief to allow himself to be arrested and to confess all of his crimes, but that was as much self-defense as a public service.”

“Wow. Honestly, I’d probably have bragged if I could do something like that.” I told him, completely impressed.

“She forgot about it seconds later, not caring enough to even attempt to remember.” he told me, watching her run through the air with a smile. Then his gaze shifted, and his eyes stared intently for a moment. The earthen structure where the quadruplets were standing crumbled. “Girls, no experimental cannons right now.” ordered James in a booming voice.

Four disappointed apologies quickly followed.

“I am fairly certain that one would have been somewhat safe, but I prefer Mila and their father to look over their inventions in laboratory conditions.” stated James, smiling and shaking his head.

Shutting my mouth, which had fallen open, I thought about that for a second. Then I asked “A cannon? Really?”

He nodded. “Individually, those four can strip most anything mechanical or electrical in the world and use the parts to build whatever they need at the moment, within the realm of possibilities. Working together, they occasionally make their father scratch his head in wonder, which is really saying something. He’s brilliant and far more experienced.”

My gaze had wandered back to Four as James talked. He was still flying, but without a cape now. He was dodging around, fighting the evil plant-things with magic. Fire and lightning shot from his hands, and the plants seemed to shred at times. Unfortunately, they kept returning in greater numbers, new sickly branches shooting out toward him. I wished that I could make out his face from this distance.

“Do you see that glow around him?” asked James.

I nodded, still trying to follow what was happening.

“Keep relaxed, and look over there.” he ordered, pointing to my left, so his arm passed between me and Four.

“What is it?” I asked in surprise. The yard was sparkling as if someone had taken a house-sized container of glitter and threw it over the yard. As I looked around, I realized the sparkles were pouring off most of the kids, leaving trails in their wake.

“That is where you begin to learn magic. You’re seeing the energy we harness when forming spells.” he told me, and the world around us went silent.

I was along with James in a small, black room, but there were still sparkles in the room with us.

“That’s good. Stay relaxed.” stated James. “Try focusing on this one and willing it to come closer to you.”

I tried, but nothing happened.

“Don’t give up. You’re doing well, Layla. Try shutting your eyes, but don’t stop thinking about this bit of energy. Imagine it drifting closer to you.” he encouraged, sounding as if he was smiling. “Very good. Now try moving it in a circle.”

James kept giving me strange instructions, so I kept doing as he said until I felt exhausted. To my surprise, we were surrounded when he finally let me stop. What happened to the room?

“That was great, Layla!” exclaimed Luce, giving me a hug.

“Huh? What was?” I told her, feeling pinned under her arms.

“You were controlling the energy.” replied Four with a gorgeous grin.

“A few weeks of practice, and you’ll probably be able to learn a spell or two.” encouraged Messy.

“I will!?” I asked in surprise.

“Yes, you will.” stated James. He too was smiling. “For now though, say your goodbyes. Layla needs to head home for today. Mila has already seen to her things.”

“It’s that late!?” I questioned, staring at the darkened sky.

“You simply must come visit again soon!” insisted Luce.

“I will as soon as I can.” I assured her, wishing I could invite them all over to my house until I realized how crowded we’d be. I tried to picture them using their magic in my neighborhood and could only imagine the whole block being destroyed.

“Will you be online tomorrow?” questioned Aspy.

“Yes, I believe I will.” I assured him. “We still have to escape that beasty.”

“Excellent.” stated Aid. “We’ll keep in touch in the game until Father gets around to telling us when you’ll be visiting again.”

“You already know?” I asked, looking up at James, who had stood up.

“Yes. You’ll return in three weeks. I know you were hoping for sooner, but some of the girls are already plotting a sleepover, which your parents will wish to host, not being too well acquainted with the children here. Don’t worry. You won’t be lonely, and you still have your friends from school wanting your attention.” he told me with a smile.

I hugged him and thanked him, not knowing what else to do. Three weeks really did seem like too long to be away, but knowing that some of them would be visiting me was wonderful. Wasn’t it? By the time Rona and I were in the car, I was feeling a little anxious. What did I have to entertain any of them? Maybe knowing part of the future really wasn’t a good idea.

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lavender-montgomery · 5 years ago

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Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark (2019) - Thoughts [SPOILERS]

So I finished watching this movie about 51 seconds ago. I was very excited for this film when it was first announced. I only read one of the books when I was a kid and I don’t remember it, I was more a Goosebumps and Pointe Horror kid, however I was still excited. I saw the trailer I believe before Annabelle: Creation when I went with my friend, and we vowed to go see it in the cinema. Spoiler: We didn’t go see it in the cinema. I completely forgot. This was August 2019. It is now March 2020 and I have only just remembered, so I watched it for free online. Don’t tell the police. I’m kinda glad I didn’t pay to go see it, although I do feel it woulda been better in the cinema environment with the surround sound. If you’re watching this on a computer I 10/10 recommend wearing headphones/earphones. I put mine in half way through and it improved it greatly, even when my laptop was on full blast.

So the film starts and immediately I notice it’s set in the past when President Nixon was a thing, so correct me if I’m wrong but I believe that was early 70s. I dunno, I’m British and don’t know much about American history. It also begins on Halloween - excellent, we’re off to a great, spooky start already. A touch I appreciated was the Halloween costumes the cast were wearing. Home made costumes of a spider, a clown and a witch. Loved them, kids don’t wear stuff like that anymore. I’d love to have costumes like that. So it starts off with the three main characters getting revenge on some bullies - pretty standard. One character annoys me when he takes it too far by throwing a bag of poop lit on fire into the bully’s car - which his big sister is sat in. Oops. Can’t help but judge this character already as that was pretty stupid. Didn’t bother me that much though as I’d forgotten about it until going over my notes just now. The kids hide in someone’s car at a drive thru, in comes the fourth main character, Ramone. That’s another thing I loved, the drive thu showing a black and white horror film on Halloween night, all of the old cars pulled up. That’s a rare thing nowadays, I think in the twelve years I have lived here I’ve only seen one drive thru - and I have kept an eye out always as I’ve wanted to go to one since seeing Greece when I was a kid.

Obviously the kids make the stupid decision to go to the town’s creepy house that has a scary story attached to it. What else would they do? And also obviously they find a secret door no one has ever found so OBVIOUSLY they have to go through it and get locked in by the bullies. Duh.

I noticed this movie has a very dark colour scheme. I get that adds to the spookiness, but damn I’d like to be able to see what’s going on every once in a while. I kept adjusting my laptop and moving the screen but to no avail.

What’s the scary story, you ask? There was a family who lived there who had a daughter named Sarah who killed a load of kids in the town who then killed herself. Please note the whole plot of the movie revolves around Sarah’s book of scary stories that come true and kill kids, and she writes in it in the afterlife. I was a bit confused about if this book killed kids before the movie was set and it was a known thing, or if it happened for the first time in this movie. I THINK it supposedly happened before but I can’t say for certain - I was texting when this was spoken about, my bad.

Something that had me frowning was when they went into this secret room that was supposedly locked for a hundred years... The candles were lit. Why? How? I didn’t see any of the kids light the candles, but there they were, lit and burning bright as anything. Like I mentioned, they get locked in this room along with their big sister by the school bully they through the firey poop at. But the book sets them free. Somehow.

Come to think of it, it must be known that the book has killed kids as they mention it. Silly me. So nerd girl Stella continues to read after being told it kills kids... Stella, are you thick? Characters like that drive me mad. She even took the book home. Dumb ass. Then again, she is a huge horror fanatic as her bedroom is plastered in horror film stuff, and she’s a mega nerd, so how could she not take the book? I would. It’s a bit spooky when she’s looking at the book later on and it isn’t finished and ink is still wet as it’s still being written. Reminded me of in Harry Potter.

I started to suspect this movie would be like the Goosebumps movies. It was more what the Goosebumps movies shoulda been - no offense to those movies or the cast, I just feel they were aimed at an audience younger than the book audience both old and new.

The first monster we saw was the scarecrow. He was a bit creepy. I realised all the monsters in it are targeting specific kids with their worst fear. ‘You don’t read the book, the book reads you.’ The scene with the scarecrow made me think of umm I think it was called In The Tall Grass on Netflix, because of the dark corn field, the sound of the plants in the wind and the fact he couldn’t get out of the field. What I don’t get when the bully Tommy died, he turned into a scarecrow - why was this scarecrow not found? It still looked like him.

Ruth. Ruth is one of the kid’s big sister. She’s beautiful. Not much to say on her really, she wasn’t in it THAT much. But she was incredibly pretty.

I liked the part where Stella took the book back to the house then when she went home, Ramone found it in her bedroom. It was a bit cliche but it worked.

The next monster we saw was a scary ghostly figure missing her toe. The kid this ghost was targeting stupidly hid under his bed while the door was being opened then only seconds later he emerged. Suprise surprise he was taken/killed. I’d be under that bed all night if it was me, stuff coming out seconds after the door is opened. He did a quick look left and right then that was it. Made me feel a bit grim when he almost ate this ghost’s toe in the stew in the fridge. Bit of background: the ghost walks around saying ‘who took my toe’ as the toe is missing off her/his body. Not sure why. I’m sure there was a reason why this kid was scared of this monster but I don’t remember it and for some reason I didn’t take note. Feel free to let me know and I’ll add it on.

The next monster we saw wasn’t really a monster, it was spiders. A lot of them. Which, to be honest, is the worst one of all the horror characters as I am extremely terrified of spiders. The sister Ruth had them all crawling out of a ginourmous zit/spider bite on her face. It’s quite sad that she’s hospitalised for her breakdown and is absent for almost the whole rest of the movie. I quite liked her, woulda liked for her to be in it more. The scene where she’s covered in spiders reminded me of one of my psychosis hallucinations that I have bugs all over my body, hundreds of them running over me - before anyone asks, yes, it is scary.

So for some reason there’s a character called Lulu who is an old lady who I think is blind and she’s a bit off her rocker. When she was a child she was friends with Sarah. She didn’t really do much for the story. The only benefit was they found out Sarah killed herself at hospital not at home, but I’m sure they coulda discovered that elsewhere. It’s a shame as she was a very interesting character. It was a bit creepy when the music box just like Sarah’s starts playing and Lulu sings along, then when Sarah’s book is shown the music stops.

The sad part about Sarah is her family had her sent to the hospital and they lied about everything. Her own brother was her doctor, giving her electroconvulsive therapy and abusing her. No wonder she came back and killed a load of kids, she was put through a lot in her childhood when she was completely innocent, she wanted to help. She didn’t do anything she was accused of. In voice recordings of her interview she kept saying ‘I didn’t do it’ and you could hear her get electrocuted. This made me so sad, I really felt for her. She tried to save the kids by telling people what her family were doing to the water, so her family framed her. Tragic. It was a bit creepy when after this part, the recording they were listening to then spoke to them saying ‘I’ll tell you what you want to hear’. One of the creepiest parts of the film, sadly.

The next monster we saw was the fat pale lady. She was a bit creepy and weird, my favourite monster out of all of them. She didn’t really do much, though. But her design was cool. The costume was so well done, she was chilling and realistic. The teen she was after couldn’t run away, no matter which way he turned she was there. I’ve had a nightmare similar to that, so the scene gave me a bit of anxiety. She looked how I imagined Umbridge in the Harry Potter books before she was in the movies.

Broke my heart a little when the girl Stella was on the phone to her dad. He was so worried and wanted to help but he couldn’t. You could tell he really loved her, especially after everything they’ve been through what with the mum leaving.

It took me ages to catch on - each monster/story is of the victim’s worst fear.

Next monster was the Jangly man. He was also very well done. The way he moved was unnatural and creepy. I feel they overdone the dead look and sound effects but that’s okay. He was truly disturbing. I loved how he managed to squeeze between the bars in the police cell to get to Ramone. Also loved how he could dismember himself and put him back together.

I appreciated how the film wasn’t reliant on jump scares like something I watched recently *cough* Brahms: The Boy II *cough*. The monsters in this mighta scared me if I was a young kid.

So it ends with the girl Sarah who was writing the stories was doing it for revenge, and Stella talks her into stopping. Predictable ending but it worked. I liked when Stella became Sarah back in the past when she was locked up and they didn’t know she wasn’t Sarah. When Stella was locked in the basement, everything went back to normal and she was Stella gain. The creepy music box played again and Sarah appeared, angry. I felt the acting in this scene wasn’t great, it was like watching a year eleven GCSE drama duologue.

When Ramone was drafted and he said goodbye to Stella, they shown that they had feelings but they didn’t kiss which I am glad about. That would have been a very cheesy ending to the movie.

Is there going to be a sequel? It ended with Stella, Ruth and dad going on a hunt with the book as Stella thinks the book can bring back all the kids that went missing due to the stories. Will it work? Maybe in another movie? I kinda hope not. I most likely won’t watch it, this movie wasn’t good enough for a sequel. The script and cast were meh, the plot was eh, I’m rating it a 4/10 and that’s being generous. Wouldn’t recommend to others especially adults and I won’t be watching again - I am so glad I didn’t pay to go to the cinema to see this.

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Wednesday 27 Dec. 2017 The days are becoming longer, again. Hooray. I really dislike the very short days of winter. Grey, cool and damp with light raindrops and snow flurries. I got a lot of painting done, taking it light on exercises... my hips are hurting so I'm taking a sit up break and doing toe touching.

The end of another year. Time to reflect and make plans for the coming year. I've been doing the nude selfies for 3 years, now. It was meant to be a one year project but I've been exercising more since I began pain management and hormone replacement. I was feeling pretty crappy back in 2012 but, finally, found some good doctors and a good family doctor who had a hunch what my problem was and, now, I'm in hormone replacement therapy.

I hurt a lot but have learned to live with my aches. They are under control about 2/3 of the time and the rest I've had to adjust to as part of my life. Being old sucks.

So... still not sure what the coming year will be. I am a year behind on my painting projects. They were supposed to have been completed a year ago. Oh well. The good part is I've gotten a lot better at the painting thing and have developed a style quite my own. Woohoo... or something.

As for the naked selfies? Who knew so many people would want to see a naked old man? Well, I have no shame and, if you wish to see my balls, it's OK with me. I am, however, getting close to finishing the landscape painting project... over 25 landscapes in acrylic paint. I have a large number of oil painting not completed and a large acrylic male nude to complete. I want to put my energy into my paintings and making more podcast style videos. I have an excellent theory about the cause of the Speed of Light that I want to spread around. (http://ElectronSpeed.Tumblr.com)

I'm trying, as best I can, to stay in shape so I'll continue to record my naked body but will, likely, not attempt to make it a daily thing. I'm already OCD and changing my habits is hard once I get into something. It takes time to upload photos and videos, so I plan to keep doing it but, more likely, every several days, or weekly. Weekly would be best, I think. I'll work it out over the next few days. I want to do more video stuff... it's time consuming.

Anyhow, it's the end of 2017. Can't believe I'm still alive.

FREE SPEECH is becoming an endangered subject. It's becoming like a Henry Ford Model T. You can have any colour you want so long as it's black.

Universities, those cash gouging institutions of poor learning try, not only, to crank more and more idiots through a course of meaningless shit for a meaningless degree taught by teachers who know little, they have become forces against progress and learning. If you don't have a PhD, your degree didn't teach you very much and you likely forgot most of what you learned.

If you have a Bachelor's degree, and nothing more, you blew your cash to bribe your way into a job you are likely not qualified for, anyway. I have zero respect for a Bachelor of Arts degree... none. You're not qualified for anything, at all. You, likely, would fail a good grammar exam because your command of English is so poor. I expect you know nothing much about anything. You, likely, have poor math skills and know nothing of history, at all. NADA. Our educational system is in need of a complete overhaul.

There is no reason, at all, why every grade of school should not be online, 24 hours a day... every course, every subject, available to everyone, 24 hours a day... at home. It would be constantly updated and improved with new knowledge. Teachers who don't know much of their subject would become obsolete, rather quickly. The only requirement to get a degree would be to pass a set of exams set by government. Prove your identity, do the exams, and you're in. Anyone, anywhere, could have an education in every grade and subject. Schools, as we know them would become obsolete.

Now, if anyone has an opinion outside of the common thought, one is a heretic likely to lose one's job and position. Universities bar speakers with opinions not shared by the common idiots. We live in a world with no child left behind, everyone is as qualified as everyone else and everyone is a hero. I so hate this world I, quite truly, look forward to being dead. Seriously... I hate this planet and wish I had never been born into it. I'm trying, my best, to save your idiot asses from a horrific future that is coming to this sick, sick, sick, sick planet.

I don't have the answers as to how to save the planet. I expect nature to take its course and the bulk of the planet to die off, very soon. We have terrible leaders and a hopeless population. A benevolent dictatorship is the only way to rule this barbaric rock of a planet.

The problem is finding leaders who are qualified to rule. The Chinese seem to be evolving into the future power on the planet. I expect the Chinese will take over the planet. They are totally ruthless and have no morals of any kind.

I said it, I mean it. Oh? You don't like my opinion? Well, fuck you asshole. I've tried 'nice'. Nice does not work. Have you ever noticed how con artists are all buddy buddy when they meet you? All smiles and acting like your long lost friend? It all goes well until you don't play along then it's "fuck you". I try to be nice to everyone and am not likely to make friends with anyone. I don't trust humans one little bit. You will have to prove yourself to me and I don't wait up.

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"He who controls the stuffing, controls the Universe." Alien Pilgrim transported through a worm hole to Earth/South Park.

IF YOU HAVEN’T BEEN HERE, BEFORE, HERE IS MORE STUFF TO READ…

"People who have never seen a movie say it's a great movie" Apu/The Simpsons

"There is no God, Ned. It's just an empty meaningless void" Maude Flanders' ghost/The Simpsons

I repeat myself, a lot, because I know humans are really bad at paying attention, and understanding much of anything they read. Quite, bluntly, I consider most humans to be walking, talking idiots. I'm doing as best I know how to save you from your stupidity.

I’m a bit OCD and ADHD and go on, and on, like a dripping tap. Think Sheldon Cooper, if that rings some kind of bell. I gather it’s some kind of need I have to be, constantly, in complete control of everything. I quite simply assume everyone around me is a complete idiot. The humans aren’t doing a very good job of convincing me otherwise. You must prove yourself to me. Seriously, I mean it. I expect to be disappointed. Show me what you’ve got and back it up with proof.

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http://ElectronSpeed.Tumblr.com The Electron sets the speed of light… yup. Physics… The Speed of Light, Grand Unified Theory, Gravity, Dark Matter, Dark Energy… how the physical size of the Electron is the clock that sets the speed of light. Gravity is motion and a product of the fact that nothing ever sits still, combined with the magnetic properties of Dark Matter/Energy. Nothing can ever move in an absolute circle and rest is a relativity illusion.

The ENTIRE universe is based upon a simple fact... it must have TWO parts. It can not be otherwise and is impossible to be otherwise. This is because of what a physicist calls "spin".

If you had only one substance to make the universe with and it could be broken down to as small as it needed to be at any time... i.e. it could be so small it barely exists, at all, there will STILL be TWO different types... that is because one can choose to spin LEFT or RIGHT in space. Even turning yourself upside down will not change that fact because there is no up, nor down, in space.

The fact that everything SOLID must have spin, either left or right, introduces opposite forces. Things which spin the SAME way repel each other, those that spin the OPPOSITE way attract each other... clumping begins and so does a universe. Another thing comes into being... what we term magnetism. There MUST be opposite POLES... magnetism comes into being with spin. Spin creates opposites, including North/South polarity. In Atoms, any atom that isn't in balance... has an equal number of left and right spinning Electrons, will be affected by magnetism... and radio waves.

Absolute rest is not possible… ever. For instance, the Sun and planets are moving around the Milky Way at about 230Km/S and the Milky way is moving through space about 400-600 Kilometres per second. Nothing ever goes backwards, nothing ever travels in a circle.

The universe can not end. Time is change and is an illusion. Time is entirely relative to how large/small something is. If you are an Electron of less than 1/1,000,000,000,000,000th of a metre, in size, one second is a VERY, VERY, VERY, long time. One foot is a VERY, VERY, VERY long distance to an Electron. Light travel just less than ONE FOOT in a billionth of a second. Time awareness is entirely dependent on how large something is. The Milky Way requires over 150 million light years to exist... it is HERE and THERE, at the same time... a single entity that requires over 150 million light years to cross... or how an Electron views a distance of several feet.

It is always now, everywhere, all at once, all of the time. Proof of that is that ANY object MUST be HERE and THERE at the SAME time, no matter how large… even a Galaxy. It is always NOW on both sides… here and there, in space, of the Galaxy… all galaxies, everywhere. Waves can be either physical or electronic. The duality of the universe keeps it ongoing. DNA is the battery of life. When the chains can no longer co-operate, life ceases in the body. Life, itself, is a duality. Time measurement is a relativity convenience.) Time travel is impossible because time is not a place and nothing stays where it was. One year from now the Solar System will have moved about seven BILLION kilometres through space and will NEVER return to where it was… ever.

Earth travels through space like a long wave… it has NEVER, ever made an actual circle, nor ellipse, in space. The circle/ellipse is an illusion of relativity. Nothing can ever travel in an actual circle in space… NOTHING. Nothing can ever go backward. Backwards motion is an illusion of relativity. Time is a repercussion of change and has no fixed rate… things explode or move like a glacier. At best we can only compare rates of change. Our rate of change is called the second/minute/hour/day/month/year system.

NOTHING CAN EVER MOVE IN A TRUE CIRCLE. THE EARTH HAS NEVER MADE A LOOP IN SPACE… EVER. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU DON’T KNOW.

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Earth moves about 7 billion kilometers through space, each year… in a long wave. Earth NEVER returns to where it was before. Earth is NOT an island in space… one of the reasons why time travel is impossible. If you take a trip through space, outside the Solar System, Earth will NOT be there when you return… it will be far, far away. You will have to return to where it will BE when you arrive… remember, it’s moving very, very, very fast through space in a long wave… never a circle, or ellipse.

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Inhibitions are just so inhibiting, I avoid them.

I’m a friendly, but pretty blunt, kind of guy. No time for beating around the bush. I like to say what I mean and mean what I say. I’m 73 years old. Time is not on my side. You don’t have to like me. I’m a social recluse, anyway. I share my life, in photos, video, and words, to let you into my life and hope to inspire you to be a productive and useful human. I have old age issues but will continue to post, here, while I’m well and able. I talk a lot… I’m told it’s part of my OCD and ADHD. Come direct at http://ButchNaked.com Sign in if you wish to see me naked.

If you don’t know me, the following might help you get to know what kind of person I am. I don’t expect you to understand me. I can be a bit OCD and ADHD.

“They’ve already got more blowjobs than we’ll ever get” Steve Smith (American Dad), talking about college jocks.

“Now let us touch testicles and mate for life” Alien on The Simpsons

“It never hurts to have a second set of prints on a gun” Nelson Muntz, The Simpsons.

I’m here to teach you things. While I appreciate other people’s opinions, I really don’t much give a crap what anyone thinks. Until you prove your worth, I will be nice but you have to earn my respect. The moment you say a word, I’ll be figuring you out really, really fast. You should assume that I don’t trust anyone. I’ve not met a single trustworthy person in my entire life. I’ve met lots of nice people who aren’t too bright… well-intentioned folk who know little about anything, people who are nice, most of the time until you say something that offends them. Honourable people agree to disagree.

Look up the phrase “CRITICAL THINKING” then learn to practice it. Most people leap before they look and judge before they listen to the facts. Most don’t have enough knowledge, nor experience, to be experts in much of anything. You don’t know what you don’t know. I like to remind you of that, often.

The only other REALLY IMPORTANT thing to know about me is that I, totally, despise all religions, the teaching of religion, and religious institutions… I despise them as the evilest things on the planet. If you follow a religion, you CAN NOT BE MY FRIEND. THAT’S THAT. You are an ignorant idiot who is an ever-present danger to yourself and everyone and everything around you. Nothing, absolutely NOTHING, is eviler than religion. I don’t stand for, nor sing, our National Anthem because it praises a fictitious and superstitious being called ‘God’. Only a brain dead moron bonehead ignorant idiot would believe such a thing.

If you have a religion, I will not associate with you… period. You are a danger to be around. Yes, I insult religions… they are extraordinarily evil. I said it, I mean it. You have a right to be an idiot, but not around me. I have a right to defend myself against the horrors of religion and I will. Religion is evil. People who are into religion are, either, brainwashed or extraordinarily ignorant, not very intelligent, a danger to themselves and everyone around them, and must be avoided. I can’t say it enough times. If you have a religion you are brainwashed or too fucking stupid to associate with. Brainwashed, or stupid… either way you are too dangerous to be around. Religion is the number one problem in the world.

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Drunk fuck with Bakugo ( 18+ )

☆ PRO!HERO TOP!BAKUGO X GN/MALE!READER (fem ver here) ☆

☆ !! WARNINGS ; !!

ー Mentions of alcohol, male genitals, they/them pronouns, drunk sex, lots of degration, aggressive sex, anal, overstimulation, some dirty talk, edging, bottom & top receiving, half clothed sex, etc.

☆☆☆

Getting back home from your hero work you stripped off your costume exhaustedly, flopping down on your sofa to check your phone. You we're surprised to see so many notificationsーbut when you checked them you nearly jumped out of your skin. The party...is today?! You thought to yourself. Mina had messaged you nearly a thousand times reminding you about it. Quickly you bolted off the couch and into your washroom. You had to shower, get ready, and leave as quick as you could. You barely had any time even now since your hero work takes up a big chunk of your day. After hoping out of the shower and drying your hair you had to pick an appropriate outfit. You didn't want to wear anything too formal but at the same time you didn't want anything too lazy...Who the fuck cares. Grabbing the most decent clothes you could find, you rushed out the door letting Mina know you we're on your way. Checking the time you let out a sigh of relief. You had just enough time to drive over.

"Ohーthere they are! Hey!" Mina called, waving to you as you walked over to the bar counter.

"What took you so long?!" Denki asked over the blaring music. You weren't surprised he was willing to come.

"No big deal! Bakugo hasn't even gotten here yet," Kirishima says. It had been a while since you'd seen him with his hair down.

"Really? That's a shocker..."

"Yeahーit is! Where is that blonde jerk?!" Mina shouts, scrolling through her phone franticly. You weren't the only one being spam called I guess. But just as Mina said thatーa voice called angrily from behind you.

"What'd you call me, bug eyes?!" Katsuki shouted. You and the rest of your friends jerked around at the sound of his voice, faces lighting up with excitement.

"Huh?"

"Surprise!!! Are you surprised?!" Mina shouted excitedly leaning over the table. "We decided it would be fun to celebrate your birthday with a few drinks! What'dya think?!"

"Ugh...why do you have to be so not stupid?!" Denki whined, flopping his arms over the table with a sigh.

"SHUT UP MORON!"

"Wellーat least you showed up!" Kirishima added positively. At this point you we're just waiting for someone to order the drinks.

"Is someone gonna order the drinks or what..." you huffed.

"IS THAT THE ONLY REASON YOU CAME?!" Mina yelled in shock.

"Of course not!" You bit back.

"What're you lookin' at," he spatーtrying to ignore his flushed face.

"Says you." As you and Katsuki also began to leave, that's when you finally made a move. As you watched him turn around the corner to check something your heart began to race as you reached out for him. Maybe it was because you we're drunkーbut the heat deep in your body was killing you. Quickly you pulled Katsuki's shirt making his face fall to your level, as you linked your lips with his. He was shocked at first, hesitating as you held him there but quicklyーhe melted into your kiss. The cold air of the night blew through you both making the moment that much more pleasurable...yet the hot feeling in your stomach never went away. The small yet sensual kiss you left on his lips soon turned into a heated make-out as the Blondie took control. He grabbed your jaw lifting your head as he pushed you against the concrete exterior of the club. Small uncontrolable grunts and breaths left your mouth as the two of you made out, vibrating down his throat. His hands slowly made their way to your waist and under your shirt as his leg shifted perfectly in between your legs. Your body flinched with suprise as a wave of pleasure spread throughout youーmaking your face turn a deep pink shade. That's when you realized the bulge in your pants rubbing on his thigh, but you weren't the only one. Katsuki's tight pants made his boner impossible to miss. Suddenly a warm sensation made it's way to your chest snapping you out of your drunken state. His hands caressed your nipplesーpinching and pulling as he kissed and bit your neck. You moaned and groaned in response to the mixed sensations, making the bulge in your pants twitch. This was very unlike him.

Once you both arrived he practically dragged you inside. Katsuki had always been richーbut him being one of the top ten pro hero'sーmade him even richer. He practically owned a literal mansion. When you entered the sound of jackets hitting the ground radiated throughout his home mixed with hitched breathing. As he pinned you againt the door kissing and biting at your soft skin, you slowly unbuttoned his white dress shirt. Before long he had you hanging onto his shoulder as he lead you to his bedroom. Everything was pristine and clean, the sheets of his bed feeling like pure silk as he threw you down. Ripping off your pants and your boxers he lifted your legs placing them on his shoulders as he salivated your hole. Your legs shook and trembled under his tongue wanting to escape although the world spun around you as you laid arching your back from the pleasure.

"NghーKatsukiー!" You moaned, covering your flushed face with your shirt. Out of nowhere you felt two fingers enter you, causing you to gasp and flinch.

"Relax, slut. You got yourself into this mess," he spat. His words just turned you on that much more, your cock aching with need. You just wanted him inside of you.

"Just...put it in..." you replied, voice trembling out of embarrassment. You spread your legs for him still covering your face shyly shocking him. You we're so needy yet so hesitant.

"Impatient are we? Just makes me wanna tease you more, fuckin' whore," he chuckled. He threw his undone dress shirt to the floor as he unzipped his pants, rubbing his dick along your leaking hole. "What's the magic word, huh?" Licking your thigh, he makes direct eye contact with you startling you with a small bite. Your body shivered as you watched him tease youーhesitating and stuttering on your words.

"Pleーplease...?"

"Good slut," he bit, smirking cunningly. Finally he lined himself up and shoved his cock all the way inside of youーalmost immediately hitting all of your good spots. You cried out with pleasure as he began to thrust into you, pulling one of your legs above his head as the other laid on the bed. With each thrust you felt your ears ring...your climax already approaching. You couldn't even believe this was happeningーyou were fucking your best friend. He quickly sped up after realizing how your insides pulsed and twitched for him. Then, you moaned and gasped for air as you came all over your stomach. Noticing you finished already, he let out a small snicker throwing you over onto your stomach grabbing and spreading your ass.

"Wait I just finishedー!" You cried as he put himself back inside of you. Before you could finish, you practically melted on his cockーeyes shooting back into your head.

"We ain't fuckin' done here. You want me to stop then start beggin'." Every time you though he couldn't go faster, he did. His thrusts were hard, completely raddling your brain as he grabbed your wrists holding them behind your back. "Ass up," he ordered. You could barely hear him over your moans and gasps yet you still did what you were told.

"Nghー! StopーI'm gunnー!" Suddenly, you felt Katsuki put his thumb over your tip stopping you from your climax.

"What, y'like it that much that you cum twice in a row? I don't fuckin' think so," Katsuki snickers, edging you painfully.

"Noーmmphh! Please!" As you begged and begged him to let go, his thrusts slowed, releasing his hot seed deep inside of you as you came onto the sheets. Not wanting to stop, he kept thrusting making your legs tremble and collapse below you as you dick twitched from the overstimulation. When he was finally finishedーhe pulled your body up twisting and pulling your pebbled nipples as he bit down into the crevice of your neck. You winced in pain and pleasure as he threw you down onto your back kissing your chest moving further and further down. Once he reached your still twitching dick, he licked and sucked until you were screaming for him. "Katsuki!ーngh...please...I can'tー!" But it just turned him on more. As you gripped and tugged his hair you came down his throat the both of you making eye contact. He smirked, purposely swallowing every last drop as your face burned a dark pink. Before you could respond he shifted to the end of the bed spreading his legs.

"Your turn~," he teased, snapping and pointing at his boner. You blushed just at the thought of you giving him headーbut it was fair...Holding your shirt tightly you crawled over to him and off the bed crouching down onto your knees. Holding your mouth open, he explored the inside with his thumb before leading your lips to his pink tipーthe precum leaking onto your mouth. You held the base nervously but instead of being gentle he grabbed at your hair forcing your head down, gagging you. As you choked and drooled he thrusted his dick up and down your throat, breathing hitching. "Fuck..." The sound of him moaning quietly, grunting under his breath as he thrusted into your mouth turned you on to the point it was unbearable. You quietly jerked off as you sucked him messily, swirling your tounge around his tip as pleasurably as possible. Small moans escaped you as you stroked yourselfーcausing his dick to somehow expand inside your mouth. The vibrations made his climax come that much faster as he finally released into your mouth. You coughed and choked as you swallowed it down, it practically dripping from your mouth. What a pretty sight it was for Katsuki as he lifted you onto his lap, helping you finish yourself off.

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!! All characters are over 18 !!

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acrylicqueen · 8 years ago

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“Lifehouse”

My friend and I decided to elaborate on Pete Townshend’s failed rock-opera, Lifehouse and bring life to the characters and story that was briefly introduced by the minimal synopsis we were able to find online:

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1971 Version -

“In the world the album is set in, pollution is so bad that the populace are forced to wear Lifesuits, suits that could simulate all experiences in a way that no one would have to leave home.

The suits are plugged into a huge mainframe called the Grid, similar to today's internet, but which also contains tubes for sleeping gas, food, and entertainment; supposedly, someone could live out tens of thousands of lifetimes in a very short period within the Grid. The Grid is controlled by a man named Jumbo.

The story begins when a farming family in Scotland (Sally and Ray) hear of a huge rock concert called Lifehouse occurring in London, a sort of post-apocalyptic Woodstock. Their daughter, Mary, runs away to join the concert. They don't wear Lifesuits because they are supposedly out of the pollution's range and they farm the crops that the government buys to feed the Lifesuiters. Bobby is the creator of Lifehouse. He is a hacker who broadcasts pirate radio signals advertising his concert, where the participants personal data are taken from them and converted into music, quite literally "finding your song". At the climax of the album, the authorities have surrounded the Lifehouse; then the perfect note rings forth through the combination of everybody's songs, they storm the place to find everybody has disappeared through a sort of musical Nirvana, and the people observing the concert through their Lifesuits have vanished as well.”

1978 Version:

“Set two hundred years after the events in the Who's Next version, this tells the story of another attempt at a Lifehouse concert. The concert holders are helped by "muso", a cult hat worships music, and are hated by Plusbond, the group that runs the Grid and the Lifesuits.”

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Nathan Jumbo -

Jumbo is the man who controls The Grid; the leader of Plusbond and inventor of the Lifesuits. He has light brown hair, slightly greying around the roots and sideburns. He's caucasian, in his late 40s, and very tall with broad shoulders. He refuses to wear anything but blue, pinstripe suits with the Plusbond logo sewn into the chest with gold thread. He wears glasses with tinted pink lenses and lines and wrinkles cover his face, which in itself is enunciated with dark brown, piercing eyes.

Jumbo has a hobby of getting involved in a lot of publicity stunts so he looks good in the public's eye. He carries himself in a respectable manner and always has a large, white smile on his face. Most see him as a kind man who wants to use his products to better mankind. Appearing approachable and friendly is what matters most to him.

The moment he is out of sight, however, his abnormally large, pristine, smile is gone. Truthfully, he is not completely what he seems to be. Known by his employees as being hot-tempered and condescending most of the time, Jumbo is undoubtably intimidating.

Bobby O’Riley -

(Bobby looks exactly like Robert Plant and no one can convince me otherwise.)

Bobby has long, wavy, golden hair, so soft it might as well be clouds. He’s in his early 30s, tall, and thin. On his face he sports several, small beauty marks and a mustache and beard.

After being freed from the clutches of the Plusbond, he greatly prefers wearing heeled boots with boot cut jeans, a belt, and no shirt. (Or at the very least a loose-fitting one.)

Bobby had been alive before the Plusbond came along and ruined the cities with its pollution. He knew what the real world was like and yearned to feel Mother Nature’s touch again. No matter how much time he spent hooked up to the Grid, being fed endless amounts of artificial information, he never forgot what it was like to FEEL. Nothing Plusbond could provide them would ever be as rewarding as what the world used to be. He was determined to feel that rush again, no matter the risk. He is a dreamer, and loves anything and everything natural. Nature is where he feels most at home.

Sally -

Sally is heavy-set, always wearing patterned dresses and aprons. She has golden hair, shorter than Bobby’s and slightly wavy. Her face is plump, with the rosiest cheeks one could imagine. (It's impossible to see her not wearing oven mitts.)

She’s in her early 30s. She has no children (Mary does not exist in our version of the story) but could easily be mistaken for a mother because of her kind face and deeply caring nature. Sally is a very sweet woman. Her voice is tender and she attempts to do everything out of a place of love. She tries to find the good in all people and when she makes a friend, normally they’re a friend for life. She loves reading, playing the violin, tending to the farm animals, and going on long walks in the foothills to calm her nerves.

Ray -

Ray stands at a pretty average height, and is lean and strong - his arms are quite toned from all of the farm work he does. His skin is darker, tanned from being outside much of his waking hours. He's got short, dark brown hair, and is clean shaven for the most part. Brown, kind eyes and a friendly smile make his face glow, and a light dusting of freckles pepper his cheeks. He, too, is in his early 30s.

Normally Ray wears overalls, boots, and flannel/plaid shirts with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Similarly to his spouse Sally, Ray is kindhearted and soft spoken, more gruff than her on the outside, but his heart is undoubtably pure.

He has a passion for music (he has taught himself how to play the guitar) and loves animals, hiking, taking naps in the afternoon, and birdwatching. He owns a horse named Doc and a lab named Dusty, both of which are some of his closest pals.

Sally and Ray’s Farm -

Sally and Ray own a couple acres of land far beyond the polluted city limits. Out there in the fields, everything was as normal as it had ever been, untouched by Plusbond and its greed. On said stretch of land stands a pleasant, country style home. Sally and Ray’s yard is HUGE and they're nestled close to a large range of foothills. Everything else around the property is either forest or grassland. They have a couple farm buildings where they raise cattle, pigs, and chickens, as well as farm their “dead potatoes.”

Everything around the farm has a kind of unreal glow/haze to it, like the kind you would see while looking at old photos from the 70s.

Little, shiny flecks of something always float in the air. Everything is quiet and calm. The grass in their yard is vibrantly colored and little wildflowers are scattered around the property. At the edge of the area stands a fence, handmade by both Sally and Ray, worn by weather and age, but still holding on.

“The Incident” -

Bobby had been part of the Plusbond’s new artificial society. He unwillingly involved himself in this society and wore a lifesuit just like every other person was required to do. However, unlike them, he was able to realize that Plusbond was restricting his life.

Bobby planned to finally break free during one of Plusbond’s life events, (run by Jumbo, of course.) He’d speak out over the big-wigs microphones and make himself heard before he tore the cords out of his lifesuit and threw its helmet to the ground. He’d tell the crowd that Plusbond was dictating the way they lived in order to capitalize on them and keep them in an easily-controllable position, and they had been manipulated by the company for far too long.

When Bobby successfully completed the first part of his plan, Jumbo had initially attempted to keep calm as he silently ordered the authorities to contain him for acting out in such a public manner. Bobby was ready for them, though. He knew they would try and silence him, and he was prepared to run. When they surrounded him, he slipped out of the rest of his tattered lifesuit and bolted, running as fast as his legs would carry him, straight towards the forest that surrounded the farthest edge of the city.

The crowd watched as the authorities chased him away and were unsettled. Jumbo had to try to keep his temper at bay AND soothe everybody's worries/concerns about the suits at the same time. Though he appeared tranquil, secretly, he was seething with rage.

The event was cut short and within an hour there were authorities SCOURING the city, using dogs to find Bobby scent, searching every nook and cranny they could in order to find him.

Bobby had thrown off his trail by going through a nearby body of water so the dogs were unable to find him. The more time that passed with him not found, the angrier Jumbo became.

After weeks and weeks of being lost in the forest, Bobby finally stumbled across the farm belonging to Sally and Ray. After he passed out on their lawn from exhaustion, the couple took him in to nurse him back to health and protect him from the Plusbond.

#lifehouse #pete townshend #the who #stories

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obscuraxrp · 8 years ago

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The smoke settles to reveal JANG DONGWOO, a 23 year old werewolf of Sunseong. He is a bouncer who appears to be adept with his enhanced sense of smell and enhanced intuition – but like most things in Sunseong, there seems to be more to him than meets the eye.

FACECLAIM: Jang Dongwoo, infinite

APPEARANCE:

He has puffy, still healing wounds along his left shoulder to his left hand. They are bite marks of different sizes and depths from his sister’s clumsy attempt to turn him into a werewolf. The smaller bites have healed completely from his first lunatic phase, but the messier bites will likely remain as scars. Dongwoo wraps them in bandages to hide their obvious appearance. If you ask what’s underneath, he will claim to be self-conscious about childhood burn scars.

BIOGRAPHY:

They paid him with oatmeal cookies to crack as many skulls as necessary. After the unfortunate decapitation of Sir Teddy Bear by the neighborhood bullies, his sisters decided they needed a security guard for their tea parties. Dongwoo’s Tea Party Protection Service began at the tender age of nine. Word spread quickly throughout the neighborhood about a big-toothed boy offering to protect tea parties and treehouse meetings. For an additional three biscuits, he’d even dress up in the tutu and glittery fairy wings of his client’s choice. His eldest sister helped him spread his business throughout the Beokgu district, making sure the local elementary schools would know the acronym TPPS by heart. She helped him make flyers with construction paper, business cards using index notes, and saves him by fending off a few bullies herself. “Whaddya think, Squirt?” she’d teased. “Noona makes the best business partner, huh?” The months cycled through spring to summer without a hitch. Dongwoo standing with an oatmeal cookie in his mouth, a pink tutu tied around his waist, and his arms crossed with all the professionalism he could muster became a regular appearance in people’s yards.

But, his source of afternoon sugar rushes was cut short in August.

He’d become good friends with two clients in particular: a young boy and girl he didn’t recognize from school, but were all too eager to make friends. Dongwoo could appreciate that they liked playing rough – tackling, rolling through the grass, and dragging each other by the ankles. Their circle of stuffed animal dinner guests and plastic cutlery was hardly touched before they were skidding through mud puddles. It all happened so fast. One minute he was wrestling with the little girl. The next minute, there was an adolescent wolf pinning him down to win the match. He’d screamed so loud, neighbors peeled back their window curtains and thought the canine was snappings its teeth at his jugular. As Dongwoo thrashed and begged for the monster not to eat him, people were calling the DSEM.

Dongwoo watched the little boy shove the wolf and start calling it stupid, as if the situation were the most normal thing in the world. “Why do you always ruin everything? This is why nobody plays with us! Get off, you’re too heavy! You’re gonna crush him, stupid!”

It was hard to scream with her paws pushing against his chest and her nervous barking startled him so much, he pissed his pants right there and then. He hadn’t had an accident since he was in preschool. The moment she stumbled backwards with a tail tucked between her legs, he took off running. He didn’t stop for anything. He didn’t stop for the kids that laughed. He didn’t stop for the concerned parents that tried embracing him. He didn’t even stop for the man twirling a silver dagger around his finger, who brushed past him with a smile on his face.

He never saw his two playmates ever again. The toys on the front lawn lost their color from summer rains and sunshine, but weren’t removed until a new family settled in that house. The new family had many children, each one friendlier than the last. But, Dongwoo refused to go near them because they had a pet Saint Bernard. It didn’t matter what breed of dog someone had because he was afraid of them all, from the tiniest Yorkie to the most mellow Greyhound. Dongwoo did everything he could to keep his fear a secret, but word leaked out and neighborhood bullies made sure to show up to fights with their pet dogs.

As he grew older, most classmates eventually forgot that his fear of canines wasn’t only for certain shapeshifters and beast-blooded. If they knew that both a well-trained Doberman and a wild wolf caused his heart to pound equally, then they were polite enough to never mention it. He compensated for his fear by becoming a troublemaker during high school and spending endless afternoons wasting away in detention. Instead of going to his history classes, he escaped into the art room to avoid getting caught off school property. The teacher was so old that his father, who enjoyed painting nature as a hobby himself, had her when he was in school. She couldn’t figure out how to use the online attendance forms, so she’d have her students handle roll call for her. Dongwoo smuggled a porn DVD into school to give to one of the geekier students in his class, in exchange that the kid hack into the system to change his schedule. Now he was officially enrolled in an art class…

For a week before the guidance counselors found out, suspended him, and banned him from taking any art electives until his senior year. He didn’t wait for his suspension period to stop coming back to the class though; he stapled a bunch of lined paper together for a makeshift sketchbook, spent time doodling in it, and would sneak in after school to show the teacher what he’d made. She was supportive of him – complimented him, encouraged him, and even bought him a box of cheap pastels for his birthday. Dongwoo had never thought about his future in detail, but now he could see a glimmer of gold leaf and gesso paint waiting for him after graduation. All he needed to do was stay out of trouble and miraculously, spending all the time he could in the art room kept him from getting into any suspension-worthy fistfights. Whenever he stopped answering his cellphone, it meant that he was probably elbow-deep in a pottery wheel during the late afternoon. His eldest sister was the one who always found him, allowed him to gush about his new passion, and encouraged him to continue. But of course, there was always a little lighthearted teasing involved as well. “I’d rather see you become a starving artist than thrown in jail for violent assault charges,” she’d joke. “Whatever glue you spend you’re huffing is really helping your attitude, Squirt.”

Dongwoo graduated a year late with mediocre grades. The only person he cared enough to have sign his yearbook was the art teacher, who wrote a heartfelt message followed by an accidental “see you again next year!” that Dongwoo still laughs about. He didn’t go to college right away, but spent three years working odd jobs in hopes of finding something he enjoyed doing. His parents told him that an art degree was worth nothing and if he wanted to paint all day long, he’d pay for university himself. He’d looked to his eldest sister for support, but she wasn’t anywhere to be found…that wasn’t her boyfriend’s apartment. The man had a poisonous personality and it rubbed off on her, making the few times she visited home a nasty experience for everyone. Dongwoo would yank the phone from her ear and yell at the man on the other end, swearing and demanding he’d treat his sister better. Nothing worked. His sister slowly changed into someone he couldn’t recognize, and he resented her for it. He blocked her number. She blocked his. They both moved on.

Dongwoo thought he could try being a policeman, but who was he kidding? He hated listening to authority. He thought about becoming a chef, but he accidentally caused a kitchen fire the first week he worked at McDonald’s. He hated retail with a burning passion, so he didn’t even consider becoming a store manager. He didn’t have the grades to become a lawyer, doctor, or computer programmer. He couldn’t lie smoothly enough to be a politician. He eventually started working as a bouncer for local clubs, but it was hardly enough money to live off of.

Then one New Year’s when he was twenty-two, he joked about becoming an idol singer. His family thought he was being serious and told them that if his options were between becoming an idol or an artist, they’d pay for the latter. They told him anything was better than being an idol. Anything. The joke is what had him enroll into an art program with his family’s blessing next fall. But, he noticed there was something wrong with his body in early December. Specifically, the left side of his body.

It started with his hand, which went into twitching, cramping fits that ruined whatever art work he’d been pouring his heart into. He would stretch out his hands, massage the cramping in his palm, and laugh with his friends about it. It wasn’t anything unusual at first when sitting among dozens of other students overexerting their dominant hands all day long. There was something off about his face too, the expressions on the right side of his face much stronger than those on the left. His eldest sister had broken up with her boyfriend and wanted to rekindle their bond, so it only took her two visits to know something was wrong with him. Yet, Dongwoo insisted that he was merely drinking too much caffeine and lacking enough sleep. If she pressured him, they’d fight and enter a screaming match.

“Dongwoo, you have to get that shit checked out!”

“What do you care anyway? You only give a fuck until you have a new boy toy, then it’s like I don’t exist to you!”

He refused to see a doctor out of pure spite for his sister. It wasn’t until paintbrushes began slipping through shaking, weakened fingers that he decided to schedule an appointment. They multiple tests to see why his grip had weakened so drastically, and Dongwoo yawned through each examination. He wondered what vitamin he was lacking and how he’d be criticized for living off of cup noodles. He wondered how many muscle biopsies, blood tests, and MRIs it took to tell someone all they have to do is drink more orange juice in the morning. Nothing definite was found during the first few weeks, but at least a large list of of conditions had been ruled out. The doctor wanted to give him an EMG, an Electromyography test, and suggested that his parents come in that day, too.

Until that moment, he hadn’t told his parents about him visiting a doctor. Needless to say, his mother was furious and ordered him to drink onion juice: the magical elixir that would cure anything. She forced him to drink it on the way to the hospital, but more spilled on his shirt than into his mouth. He couldn’t hold anything in his left hand without eventually dropping it, hands trembling with all the strength he could muster. Dongwoo wasn’t sure what was worse about the appointment: feeling stupid as little electrodes were taped to his body or feeling disgusting for smelling like an onion for the entire examination.

They ruled out everything but one illness and unfortunately, it had no cure. He interrupted and asked if he could call his older sister first. She answered with an irritated: “What?” He replied: “Noona, they’re about to tell me I’m sick.”

Dongwoo didn’t cry when he was diagnosed with ALS, but he suddenly hated every movie about terminal illness with a passion. He’d thought The Fault in Our Stars wasn’t so bad when his youngest sister first forced him to see it, but now the title made him want to throw up. His family started having “movie nights” together in the wake of his diagnosis and they got hooked on a popular drama: a romantic comedy with everything from time travel to evil twins. He made an offhand remark about if he’d be alive to see the second season. Wrong move. His youngest sister burst into tears. His dad yelled at him for talking like that. His mom yelled at his dad for yelling at the kids. And Dongwoo sat there, rolling his eyes until his family finally calmed down towards the end of the episode. The show was about to reveal a major plot twist before season two, one that bloggers speculated would be the love interest becoming penniless. His dad cracked a lame joke, everyone on the couch groaned, and his sister told Dongwoo to wave because she was taking a Snow video.

The plot reveal was that the character was dying and this time, it was Dongwoo’s turn to cry. Nobody knew what to do because while this wasn’t the first time he’d cried, this was the first time they’d seen him cry. Dongwoo lost track of what was happening; his sisters were being told to go to their rooms, his mom hung up the phone, and keys jingled in the front door. “Hey Squirt, wanna go out for a drive?”

They cruised through their neighborhood the whole night and talked about how easy things used to be: when all they had to worry about was finding fairy wings and tutus that don’t clash. Dongwoo and his sister did a lot of remembering, a lot of smiling, and a lot of laughing that night. But when he asked if they could go home, her hands tightened around the steering wheel and she said that she could cure him. She’d been doing research: combing through every textbook, article, blogger, and website she could get her hands on. His sister blathered on about cutting edge research about the disease, including how some scientists believed a brain that produced too much glutamine could be one of the disease’s many causes. She said the future holds interesting stuff: change someone’s brain chemistry and possibly stop the progression or reduce the effects of the disease.

Once they were at her apartment, she asked if he would do anything to cure himself. Would he dress up like he used to when they ran the TPPS? Would he put his left hand in lizard pee? Would he even raise a pet dog? Dongwoo confirmed that he would do anything and his sister replied: “Well Squirt, you aren’t going to like this.”

He didn’t like it all.

His sister had become a were-animal not by accident, but as part of a deal. Her old boyfriend, the one that Dongwoo hated with a passion, was a were-animal himself. She struck a deal that if she married him – ugly, rotten personality and all – that he would try turning her. It worked and she can’t make any promises, but a were-animal bite might change his body chemistry enough to save his life. They’d know if the bites would work on the next cycle, which was three days from then. Before Dongwoo could ask any questions, she shapeshifted into a form more canine than human.

“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU WERE A D-D-DOG–!”

His sister meant to give him a quick chomp on the hand and changed back, but the taste of blood overpowered her. Predatory instincts kicked in as she tore into his arm, rows of bitemarks cascading like crescent moons from the shoulder down. She was nearing his neck when he passed out from shock, then awoke with the feeling of fire blistering inside his left arm. His sister had bandaged him while he slept, left the keys to the apartment on the kitchen counter, and wrote a note of instructions. On the night of the full moon, there’s a reinforced room next to the bedroom to lock himself up in. She wrote that she promised to come back the next day to check on him, then help him get accustomed to his new life. Dongwoo knew that one of three things could happen:

1.. Absolutely nothing. 2.. He’d die alone in agony (thanks, sis) 3.. He’d become a monster just like her.

His fate was the third option.

As his body rewires itself and his brain chemistry, he’s slowly regained strength on the left side of his body. The slow progress will hit a roadblock eventually when it comes to healing damage, but his illness had been in early enough stages that most of it may be reversible. As of now, he has a slightly clumsy grip and lopsided smile that make him laugh with joy whenever he thinks about it. However, his gift of life has come with new rules he must learn to play by. And with his sister gone for weeks, seemingly vanishing off the face of the planet, he must learn those rules alone. Dongwoo is determined to find out where his sister has vanished off too, so he leaves markings throughout the city. Written in red is a phone number, a promise to protect any client for only 50,000 won, and the letters TPPS. After fourteen years, his Tea Party Protection Service has re-opened for business.

CHARACTERIZATION:

(+) Throughout his life, he’s been labelled a troublemaker because of an attitude that’s very “if we don’t get caught, we won’t get caught”. He always takes the opportunity to bend the rules without consequence, almost as though it’s his life philosophy. However, the rules of the supernatural world are giving him more challenges than he’s used to dealing with.

(+) Even after becoming a werewolf, he’s still more afraid of dogs than any hunter in the DSEM. He’ll go as far as crossing the street in the middle of heavy traffic if he sees somebody walking their dog down the street, especially if the dog is a Doberman or Husky. If he needs to walk somewhere, he always researches which houses and apartment buildings keep dogs for pets so he can avoid them. A chihuahua can probably make him cry.

(+) Most books he borrows, important documents he touches, and magazines he flips through will have smudges of graphite or charcoal on his fingertips. There’s usually a splotch of paint on his elbow too, if you look hard enough. He has more important things to do than scrub under his nails; he’s a very “wipe this stuff off on my jeans and go” kind of person.

(+) He’s surprisingly mature about a model’s nudity whenever he takes life drawing classes. Dongwoo is a very detail-oriented person when he chooses to focus on the task at hand, so he’s more preoccupied by capturing lights, lines, and shadows than someone’s privates.

(+) Dongwoo doesn’t sketch in public and very, very rarely ever brings up his hobby in conversation. However, sometimes he takes reference pictures of certain locations or even himself making an odd pose. There are a few funny selfies in his camera roll that he really should start deleting.

(+) He has a thing for girls in glasses – bespectacled beauties, if you will.

(+) Being a highly forgetful person, he organizes his life using colorful sticky notes on his fridge. He’ll scrawl down important reminders – well, the ones he actually cares about it – so it won’t slip his mind. His sisters once raided his fridge after reading a note he’d written to remind himself to go grocery shopping, and they’ve concluded that it’s a miracle he’s alive after throwing out all the rancid milk that was in there.

(+) You can probably lure him into a fatal trap using just the smell of lemon meringue pie, his favorite dessert of all time that he can never get enough of. He also enjoys spicy food that leaves him red-faced, crying, and with slightly puffy lips. The more it tastes like hell, the more likely he’ll love the dish. Another one of his favorites are scrambled eggs, where he could honestly eat twelve whole eggs himself if his sister don’t nag at him to cool it with the cholesterol. There isn’t much that he dislikes, but he hates yogurts and plain milk.

SPECIALTIES:

Enhanced Sense of Smell, Rank II: (40 points): Having such a strong sense of smell easily overwhelms him to the point of migraines and having a breakdown in the middle of the road as he adjusts to being a shifter. He’s still struggling in the adjustment period after suddenly gaining a wolf’s nearly two mile range of smell. You’ll oftentimes find him with tissues stuffed in his nostrils to block out scent. It’s not the most attractive fashion statement, but what can you do? However, the source of his frequent headaches are easily his strongest skillset. He’s practiced recognizing the subtle differences of substances stuck onto someone’s clothes. With slightly invasive sniffing, he can decipher everything from the location you were just at, what type of jam was on your toast for breakfast, and if your scent of the undead is vampiric or ghoulish. This requires him to be knowledgeable with different scents and get acquainted with them, so he’ll purposefully shove his face nose-first into new smells when his headaches aren’t unbearable.

Enhanced Intuition, Rank II (40 points): What he jokingly refers to as his own “spidey-sense” is a gift from his intuitive, intelligent animal counterpart. His gut decisions have surprising credibility because he is both highly attuned and trusting of his wolfish instincts. Unfortunately, the abstract way this ability presents itself makes convincing people to trust him very difficult. The occasional goosebumps or shiver going down his spine don’t make a compelling argument, and physical reactions like those don’t always happen. It’s easier to trust him once you’ve seen his sense in action: while he can’t know your hand in poker or predict the future, feeling the sudden need to duck has saved him from getting daggers imbedded in the back of his neck. The most useful application of his intuition is keeping him alive when fighting against more experienced beings, as his body begins to anticipate certain moves ahead of time if he pays attention to someone’s fighting style. However, this ability is highly circumstantial at this stage, isn’t foolproof, and his instincts can even guide him into the traps of competent manipulators.

Unspent points: 20

#obs: follow #*jang dongwoo #*infinite #missing person cw #terminal illness cw #implied murder cw #violence tw

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thatsmisssluttoyou · 8 years ago

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Oh! How I LOVE A Man In Uniform!

Another particular weakness of mine is a man in uniform. Something about them just gets my pulse racing. These are my stories... 1. In The Navy; part 1 We met while I was on a girls night out with my friends. We were in the beer garden and my girlfriend excitedly whispered to me that "that guy over there is looking at you". I looked around slyly, to get a better look at this mystery man... Bald. Hazel eyes. Solid block of muscle. Well dressed. I shot him a very quick and discreet "fuck me" eyes and waited for him to approach me (it took less than a minute). We didn't get it on until the weekend after, when he came down to stay with me and be my date for my mums 40th. The good stuff came after hours of my family and friends embarrassing me half to death, telling me about "how he's a lovely boy" and I should "keep him". When we finally got back to my place, it was on for young and old. He had a lot of stamina and was deliciously rough. He wasn't selfish, but he was always trying to stick it in my butt (no one "accidentally" slips that much). 2 weeks after this, he was deployed to East Timor. For 6 months. We kept in contact the entire time, but it was really tough on both of us. Once he came home, we met up once or twice, but things kind of fizzled out. 2. The Bartender. We met through my friend, the night before my birthday, at the pub. My friend was kind of sweet on him, but this particular night, he had eyes for me. He also later explained that he had put my friend so high up on a pedestal that even he couldn't reach her. So I was the closest he could get to her. He was drunk; I was worse. It was over very quickly. I don't even think I enjoyed it that much. I remember feeling the guilt at cutting my friends grass. I buried the whole incident and gave it no thought till now. 3. The Country Cop I met the country cop on Facebook. He was friends with a guy I used to work with (who I've also slept with- but more on him later). I'd commented on something work guy had put up, to which the country cop had said something to the effect of "Jesus, mate; where do you find all these beautiful women?!" What can I say?! Flattery will get you just about anywhere with me. I interacted with him some, before he finally friended me online, and we've talked ever since. We still talk today. He's a dear friend. We finally met at Circular Quay on my lunch break one day. He was in Sydney to visit family. I was working in the area and finally wanted to meet the man I'd basically been smut-talking to for months on end. His pictures didn't do him justice. He was a lot warmer in person. Cheeky, twinkling blue eyes. Every muscle clearly defined (he works out alot- and it showed). He was with his family, including his kids, so nothing could happen. We made plans to meet at my place the next evening. Months and months of talk and anticipation weighed heavily on me as I opened the door to him the next night- wearing a French Maid outfit, no less. He flew in the door and kissed me, full of intent. It was a little aggressive and I think he used a little too much forceful tongue, but I wasn't bothered. I led him to my room and he was everywhere all at once. Finally having me in front of him made him eager to learn me all over in person. Not that I was complaining. He wasn't selfish or rude or aggressive. It was actually kind of sweet. I remember being initially a little disappointed with his size; I'd expected maybe a solid 8 inches and was given maybe 5 or 6. I soon forgot my disappointment. He had obviously worked out how best to make use of what he had, and it was satisfying. Not in a "left me a quivering mess" kind of way; more just a "huh.. that way lovely" way. We never slept together again. 4. In The Navy; part 2 This man in uniform I met during my first night out at a Metal Club. I was sitting with my girlfriend, having a cigarette, when she suddenly said "ooh, look at the guy with the eyes!" I did the sneaky scan and spotted who she was talking about. Average height. Average build that hinted at some muscle underneath. Dark hair. The eyes were contacts, though. They made his eyes appear white, which is really striking in the dark. He kind of has this slightly less emaciated, Robert Smith thing going on... and I'm a massive fan of The Cure. I bet my girlfriend that I could get him to come and talk to us in under a minute. She agreed. I looked at him from under my lashes, with a half smile. I held his gaze for 3 seconds; then looked away as if disinterested. He came marching over. We (my friend and I) ended up stranded in the city that night; our other friend had done far too much pre-drinking and got kicked out of the club. Mr eyes from the club, who had stuck to us all night, offered his apartment for the night. He vowed "no funny business". Rather than be stuck in the cold, or have to brave our drunk friends dodgy suburb in the wee hours, we readily accepted. Mr Eyes was a little worse for wear himself. He tried every little seductive skill he could muster while intoxicated to get me to sleep with him. I successfully rebuffed him, telling him if he could remember my name in the morning, he could call me and we could hook up some other time. My friend and I made a hasty exit the next morning to begin our mission out of the city. I left my number in his phone, as he was passed out in the bathtub, dealing with a monumental hangover. I'm not completely cruel. I covered him with a towel as a makeshift blanket and put a cool face washer under his forehead and a glass of water beside him. Some time passed, and I hadn't heard from him. I didn't expect to. Suddenly, he was added to an online forum/ group I was a part of. After some play on my part, he finally realized who I was and found my number in his phone. We quickly agreed to meet at another metal club in a few weeks time. We were both a little worse for wear, but left the club together later that night. He'd definitely talked up his sexual prowess; apparently, lesbians were taking pointers from him on how to give oral, or some crap like that. I say this because 1) he was mostly too selfish to do it long enough to make me orgasm, and 2) it wasn't really that great. He let me rip his Navy uniform off though; much to my delight. Sex-wise we were reasonably compatible. He liked the rough play as much as I did. The love of rough play is why I went home the next day with a handprint on my ass and a bite mark on my shoulder so bruised it looked like I'd been mauled by some kind of rabid animal. The entire experience- at the time- seemed amazing. In retrospect, it was a bit underwhelming. We continued to see each other for a little longer, but it didn't last. I think I wanted more emotionally. Having heard of him and his behavior in relationships after our interlude, I'm pretty sure I dodged a bullet. 5. The Plumber This guy I met online, just after I separated from my long-term ex. Initially, I thought he was a bit of a smart arse (in a negative way); he was really cocky and self-assured. I didn't care much for him, but agreed to meet him, just to shut him up and give him the benefit of the doubt. He was average height; athletic but not bulky. Dark, Mediterranean features. His voice was pleasing; particularly when he was being filthy. Given that I was still living with my ex and he still lived at home, we were short on options. We did it in the car like teenagers. It was less than average; truth be told. For one thing, he had no idea how to be truly dominant. Shoving his cock down my throat and slapping me across the cheek simultaneously just didn't do it for me. Neither did short, sharp slaps on the nipples. I soon broke him of this habit, by slapping him on the tip of is penis so hard his eyes watered. Another thing- he was selfish. In all the times we met up to play, He never really bothered with trying to satisfy me. He barely even touched me. When I would try to get him to touch me, he'd tell me to stop. This lead to me sorting myself out after I left him. Which is just beyond disappointing. Finally, he really needed to do something about the hair growth down there. Like a nice short back and sides or something... Anything! I'd be picking hair out of my teeth all the way home. If I wanted to Floss my teeth, I have some that I keep in my handbag all the time. I still talk to this guy, but I have no desire to see him again unless he is planning on doing something for me for a change. 6. The City Cop This man in uniform I met online, after leaving my ex. He has the same sense of humor as me (read: sick and twisted). He's a big foodie and loves to snuggle. Well, with me at least. He says I bring it out of him. When we finally did it, I was so underwhelmed. Seriously; I almost cried. Men- Any woman who says size doesn't matter is trying to make you feel better about your mournful penis. My bullet was bigger than him! But, being the absolute trooper I am, I did my best to enjoy myself. On the plus side- I didn't even engage my gag reflex. Another down side: he insisted on being on top. Which normally I don't mind, but he was a pretty heavy, solid block of muscle and he kind of crushed my ribs a little. I wheezed alot (which he mistook for moans of pleasure). To make matters worse, he sweated buckets and grunted while we fucked (insert cop = pig reference). He was very good at taking direction, but ultimately- my days of training playmates are done. I don't have the patience. And in my early 30's, I expect a man to know what to do. If not from experience, then at least from porn. After he found out about my love of fetish, he divulged a few of his own. A few even made me raise my eyebrows (no mean feat, as I'm pretty darn open minded). Basically; if it was something kinda cringey, or really messed up, he wanted to experience it. I gently let him know that the things he was wanting to explore would be best done with someone experienced in them. We are still good friends. 7. Oh, Nurse! I met the male nurse (and his brother- no; I didn't do both of them!) On a night out in the city after a concert. We were on the escalators leading up to the golden mile and he smiled at me and asked where I was going. I told him I had no idea; it was my maiden voyage. He and his brother insisted I join in their shenanigans. I readily agreed. We barhopped and chatted until the wee hours and, when his brother was finally refused entry to new places for being too drunk, we went back to his place. I was pretty drunk myself, but the sex was engaging. We had fun and it was an even exchange. He had to remind me to keep my voice down though. I woke up early and, after locating all of my vital items- phone, purse, shoes, pants- made a swift exit. I didn't leave my number and didn't take down his. Honestly; I don't even remember his name. Miss Slut xx #thatsmisssluttoyou #sex #onenightstands #meninuniform #everyladylovesatradie

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