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419. “Spend the night with me?”

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They had kept in touch over the years. Or at least tried, although it did become near impossible to find time to chat after graduation.

Billy went off to college and afterward started his own quite successful workshop, where he with a charming smile and abundance of personality has wormed his way into high society, and old women’s lust for young and rowdy guys covered in oil and tats as they fix their expensive porches - shirts not included.

And Steve moved to Chicago to begin his “training” as an heir to the Harrington Construction empire, where his current title as COO is simply a pretty facade, as his role is nothing more than to put up appearances and give orders originally from his father’s lip.

Today’s headache comes from a stack of papers towering like a city on top of Steve’s desk. He flips through page after page after page of permits and legal shit, trying to understand what any of it means; if he’s to ever take over as president of this company, he must know what a “nonconforming structure” is, and learn to read a site map.

Thankfully he gets interrupted when the intercom dings, and his secretary speaks; “Mr Harrington, there’s someone on line two for you. Says he’s an old friend.”

It’s kind of weird how he just immediately knows who it is, and it brings forth a deep and exasperated sigh. He rubs his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose as he gathers up energy, before reaching for the button that allows him to say, “Thank you Claire, you can go home for the night.”

Out the window he has a gorgeous view of the cityscape, drenched in black and dotted with night lights, proving to him that it is far later than he anticipated.

He then brings up the handset and, in a company approved tone, says, “Harrington Construction, this is Steve Harrington.”

“You’re a hard man to get to, Stevie,” a voice that sets his soul aflame drawls out every single syllable.

Steve’s heart beats a bit faster, a bit wrong, at the thick tone of his high school “sweetheart”. The “one that got away,” and all that painful jazz they make movies out of.

“Hey Billy,” he sighs and thuds his head against the back of his expensive leather chair.

“Don’t sound so excited now, princess,” the grin on Billy’s face all too apparent in his tone.

To think, 8 years has passed since he called Steve “princess” for the first time, and even at the ripe age of 26 he keeps up the same old front. Yet it still makes Steve blush all the same, a curse or a blessing, that depends entirely on who you ask. Some things never change.

“What do you want?” he grumbles, sounding just like his father, and that realization makes him sick enough to call a doctor, or a therapist, either one is good for him.

“Woah, bad timing?”

“No…” Another of a thousand sighs escapes. “No, just… work, you know how it is.”

“Actually I do!” and Billy sounds all too chipper for Steve’s taste in energy levels right now. “I’m in Chicago this week for a fancy car show downtown; going to schmooze with some rich folks to get sponsors for my shop in Cincinnati.”

“Oh yeah, you mentioned that some time ago, I completely forgot.” Steve peers at the haunting sight of papers stacked nearly as tall as himself. He’s been too busy lately and forgets all too much.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, I’m sure your work is way more stressful than mine.” Billy has become more forgiving with age, and it is something to get used to. “You busy now?”

Steve takes a second to respond, stares at the papers on his desk in hopes they’ll catch fire, but settles for a more realistic solution, and spins around in his chair for as long as the wire of the phone allows, till he can’t see his obligations any more.

“Nope, I’m free, what’s up?”

He should have expected this.

Sure Billy spends his days flexing in front of the rich ladies whose Wall Street husbands give all their attention to their secretaries and assistants, where he no doubt has grown accustomed to champagne, scotch, and what else these lonely housewives might bring him as a “thank you”, but he still manages to choose one of the seedier bars in all of Chicago, Illinois. Some things never change.

Low ceiling, even for a basement, half-circle booths in dark leather, a bar that can maybe fit 7 people, and walls decorated in probably stolen road signs. It reeks of sweat and cheap beer, successfully assaulting Steve’s senses.

He definitely doesn’t fit in, sticks out like a sore thumb immediately in his custom tailored suit and tie that draws everyone’s attention to him, staring like he just insulted their mothers.

“Hey! Harrington!” Billy calls out, barely audible over the old school rock music, and all Steve sees is his hand waving in the air near the back where the lights can’t quite reach.

Being raised proper like he was, by the hand of babysitters and maids, Steve apologizes the entire trip from the front door to the last booth, as he pushes his way through the more sleazy and possibly dangerous looking crowd. He wouldn’t stand a chance if even one drop was spilled on any of these men’s shirts.

When he sees Billy his heart does the same dance as it did last they saw each other, years ago at the kid’s graduation, where they got drunk and reminisced about “the way things used to be”, about the way they used to be, and being reminded of that now makes it a bit hotter under his white collar.

Billy’s slumped against the seat, arms full of tattoos and spread across the back of the booth, legs as wide apart as the skinny jeans will allow. Some things never change. But he has. He’s gotten thicker, more muscular, which is awfully apparent in the way his white tee hugs his torso. His hair is longer, curlier too somehow, but still it’s good to see he kept the mullet. Oh but that wicked grin carries the same charm that led Steve into the lion’s den way back when.

“Good to see you could find the place,” Billy says and gives Steve a very obvious once over, taking in how sharply dressed he is, smoothly shaved, hair short and slicked back.

He doesn’t move further in to allow for any room, hogging all the space except for a bit at the end where Steve won’t be able to sit without them being inappropriately close in such a public setting.

“My driver knows his way around, thankfully.”

Steve unbuttons his jacket and takes a chance; sits down and hopes that Billy will move once he sees that Steve isn’t afraid to push boundaries anymore, isn’t afraid to challenge the retired Keg King.

But he doesn’t move - stays firm in his placement on the seat, planted even, biting his tongue as their thighs press together.

“Still living on daddy’s dime, huh?”

“Kinda hard not to since I work for him,” Steve laughs.

Even through the fog of alcohol and cigarettes, he can smell Billy’s strong cologne, and it triggers something in him he hasn’t felt in damn near two years. Some things never change.

“Ah yes, good ol’ nepotism,” Billy chuckles, low and gravely, eyes staring too long at Steve’s lips before going up to meet his gaze.

“It’s a family business, a dynasty if you were to ask my father, so it is only to be expected,” Steve says with a smile, exhausted in a sense that is all too clear despite the low lighting.

“Mhm, sure, listen,” Billy mumbles out with disinterest, then leans in closer - not that there was much space between them to begin with. “I didn’t ask you here to talk about work or your father, if I cared for that I’d have simply called.”

Billy hadn’t called in close to half a year before today.

Steve hasn’t called in over half a year.

Neither had bothered finding time to “hang out” in two years, both had tried to move on from their past, yet they’re here now, together, and maybe Billy is tired of trying to forget, and maybe Steve is willing to remember.

“Then why did you ask for us to meet here?” Steve whispers, certain that Billy can hear him, and the way his eyes go dark beneath heavy lids proves he’s right.

And Billy licks his lips before pulling the lower one in to bite at it suggestively. “I think you know exactly why.”

His hand brushes against Steve’s neck, sending a ripple of goosebumps across his skin, his entire body perking up at such a simple and gentle touch. Steve can’t look away from those deep pools of desire, won’t even try, honestly.

He takes a stuttering breath before saying, “Not getting enough from your aged clients?”

Billy huffs a laugh and smiles rather than grins at that. “Come on, Stevie, you know me better than that, don’t you?”

“Do I?” the response quick through a teasing smirk.

“You should. I don’t sleep around with married people - their sons and daughters, however…” he trails off, well aware that Steve understands, but Billy isn’t exactly subtle, ever.

“Is that all I am to you?” Steve coos and pushes his knee against Billy’s. “Some rich married man’s son?”

“Is that all you want to be to me?” Billy moves in to ghost his breath across Steve’s lips.

“Billy…” Steve whispers cautiously.

“Don’t worry, pretty boy, it’s a gay bar, no one here will mind…”

And perhaps that’s why people stared at him like that when he came in… or at least some of them.

Steve’s hand rushes up to feel the slight stubble of Billy’s jaw as he kisses him with such eagerness that only grows from missing another person this much, a touch that Steve didn’t know he had been craving so bad till he walked into the room.

Billy’s tongue dives in as he pushes to deepen their kiss, a hand on the back of Steve’s head to pull him closer, proving just how needy Billy is as well for this, as if there’s nothing else he could want for in the world but the taste of Steve’s mouth.

And it makes him breathless, lungs wanting air but lips wanting to touch. When Billy pulls away Steve tries to move along, to stay connected like that, but Billy dodges every attempt, to groan out,

“Spend the night with me?”

Steve can’t help but laugh, gaining him a rather inquisitive look from Billy. “Why didn’t you just ask me to your hotel room right away?”

“Well I thought you’d be more likely to agree to go to a bar with me than my room!” Billy can’t help but laugh, too.

“You’re not even gonna buy me a drink first then?”

“Oh baby,” Billy purrs and nuzzles his nose against Steve’s neck, kissing him softly and dearly. “You can order all the room service you want at my hotel - wine, champagne, scotch, vodka, if that’s what you want.”

“Mmh,” Steve hums and tips his head aside to allow Billy better access. “Are you sure you can afford my expensive tastes?”

Billy reaches forth to loosen Steve’s tie and frees the first button of his shirt. “I’ll write it off as a business expense, anything for my princess.”

“Fuck,” Steve lets out a breathy moan as those words shoot straight through him; jolting his heart and waking his dick. Some things never change. “Then what are we waiting for?”

Maybe it’s because he grew up with old money, a house full of expensive and dark furniture, ornate and vintage, but the hotel is not what he expected.

It’s so… modern, with white furniture, large windows, and polished metal. It all looks impeccably clean.

The couch faces a large fireplace, a TV mounted in the wall above, glass tables on either side of the armrests, and behind the seating is a set of glass doors that open into the bedroom that holds a king sized bed with no doubt real silk sheets, and an en suite bathroom. It’s a small and generally scarcely decorated hotel room, a plant over in the corner to bring some color, a pretentious painting with only a streak of red, but it’s upscale and no doubt rather expensive.

And the trust fund kid in Steve wonders how the hell Billy can afford all of this and room service, but he’s not going to ask nor complain. Pretend he’s on an all paid trip where he can do whatever he wants, far far away from his father and his duties. Even if it is just for one night, he can relax and enjoy himself; leave his baggage at the door.

“It’s paid for by one of my ‘sponsors’,” Billy says while taking Steve’s jacket off.

“What?”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you looking around thinking ‘How the hell can Billy Hargrove afford all of this?’” Thankfully Billy doesn’t sound offended by the notion that he’s still just a poor man.

“And who is your sponsor that allows you to live so lavishly?” Steve turns to Billy with a smile, who offers a smirk rather wide.

“Mrs. Howard.”

“Ah,” Steve huffs as if it was what to be expected.

“Yeah, ah,” Billy mocks him and brings his hands to the Armani belt, unbuckling it and smoothly slips it through the loops of Steve’s dress pants.

Steve toes his way out of his shiny oxford shoes as Billy expertly unbuttons his shirt, only to find a tee beneath, and he expresses his irritation with a clear groan.

“Why do all you suit monkeys always wear a shirt beneath your shirt?” he complains lightly yet shoves rather hard for the button up to fall past Steve’s shoulders.

“I don’t know if you know, but white fabric is often rather sheer, and I’m not a fan of my subordinates seeing, well, more than they should,” Steve explains rather matter-of-fact, but doubts that Billy actually cares for the reason of it.

Instead he throws off his own tee before pulling at Steve’s, caring for something far more carnal as is evident in the way he goes to kiss and bite up and down Steve’s now fully exposed neck.

“Didn’t you- ah- didn’t you promise me something like room service?” Steve asks as he pulls Billy away by the luscious mullet, earning him a snarl and exposed teeth that want nothing more than to taste his flesh.

“Can’t it wait?” Billy growls lowly.

And Steve wants to say no, wants to tease and make the other wait for it, if not perhaps beg a little, but when Billy grabs his ass for leverage as he grinds them together, all Steve can say is,

"Fuck," as his brain short circuits.

Billy grins like he knows what he does to poor old Steve, like he remembers the kind of power he has over him. Some things never change.

He licks a hot stripe up Steve's neck, and nibbles at his ear. "Come on, pretty boy, let's get you into something more… Comfortable."

Hand in hand, Billy leads them both through the glass doors to the bedroom, and before Steve can even think of anything to say, he’s shoved onto the silk sheets where he lands with a loud poomf.

As he lies there flat on his back, he gets a good and proper look at Billy, and finds time to appreciate just how much he’s changed, how out of place he is here, inked skin in stark contrast to the white and dull background the suite offers.

His arms have been decorated with more skulls, which is no real surprise. A crown wrapped in thorns on top of one skull, another seemingly choking on rose petals. On his left bicep sits a gorgeous, topless mermaid on a rock, looking out over the horizon, surrounded by an ornate frame as if she were a painting.

Billy stares all the same down at Steve, who’s gotten a bit softer with age, his very legit excuse being that practicing sports in high school was what kept him fit then, and now he’s barely ever got time to hit the gym. But Billy looks at him like he doesn’t care, like he enjoys it, like he did back then.

Steve is incapable of looking away as Billy’s strong hands unbuckle his own belt and zips down his jeans, and…

“Are… are you not wearing any underwear?” He gawks and stares at the full, veiny cock jumping to attention as those jeans fall to the floor.

“Thought it was unnecessary,” Billy says with a grin all too alluring and knowing.

Steve wants to say something; feign protesting that Billy shouldn’t “assume I’m that easy,” but isn’t he? About an hour ago he was in his office, flaccid like a eunuch, accepting of his status as celibate what with his luck in the dating pool. Now he’s so fucking hard words fail him.

Billy wants Steve.

Steve needs Billy.

Some things never change.

Fingers calloused from hard work drift down Steve’s chest and stomach something so reverently and grateful, and as they hitch themselves in the waistband of both trousers and trunks, Steve lifts up his ass to allow for Billy to strip him clean.

“Mmmmm,” Billy, pleased with the sight of Steve’s lengthy erection and flushed skin, hums like he’s just been served his favorite meal on a silver platter.

And he drops to his knees by the end of the bed, kissing his way up the inside of one thigh, hands on the outside of either, guiding Steve’s thighs over Billy’s broad shoulders, around his head, feet locking together on his back.

Steve props himself up on his elbows for a better view, as Billy’s warm, soft, wet lips get closer and closer to his throbbing cock that hasn’t been touched proper for months, and even that one time at the office Christmas party wasn’t all that fulfilling.

The further up Billy goes, the more he sucks on the skin, drawing forth purple marks to leave as a reminder for Steve - not that this is something that will be forgotten anytime soon. And when he finally reaches the end of his short journey, he wraps his fingers around Steve’s dick, firm and confident in the grasp as he moves his hand up and down at a tantalizingly slow pace.

“Fuck,” Steve sighs with appreciation, well aware to the fact that it’s because it’s Billy, specifically, that makes this all the more enjoyable - all the more formidable.

Because Billy knows what he’s doing with Steve in his hands, and he makes use of old tricks as he lets out his tongue to tease at Steve’s taint, licks his tongue flat over his balls, to the base of his shaft, making the entirety of Steve’s body twitch and writhe as waves of euphoria rush through his muscles.

“Shit, Billy!” Steve moans and is quick to entangle his fingers in golden locks, as Billy starts a slow climb up his aching dick.

He can’t resist the way his back arches, abs flex, hips stutter, as he involuntarily thrust into the hand aided by a wide and sensational tongue, that eagerly laps up the pre cum that dribbles down.

And when Billy closes his mouth around the head of Steve’s cock, the poor brunette chokes on his own sounds and presses his head hard into the mattress, eyes screwed shut tight, as Billy immediately goes as deep as he can before Steve hits the back of his mouth, prodding at his uvula as he gags and swallows the best he can, making Steve practically cry and tremble with self restraint as to not just shove his lengthy prick all the way into that gorgeous heat.

Not that Billy isn’t trying his best to do just that, gagging and drooling all over Steve’s cock and his own hand working at the start of hard flesh, all of it a wet mess as he starts bobbing his head, looking up through his lashes to see how those erotic gasps and curses drip from Steve’s open lips. He keeps a calm and trained rhythm, tongue out where his lips can’t reach, throat contracting around the leaking head, hand moving along with every bow.

It’s driving Steve mad; the sweet wetness of Billy’s mouth, cheeks hollowing, the ecstatic humming and moaning sending vibrations down his pulsating cock, it’s everything he’s been craving for years.

“Billy… Billy, stop,” he tries to warn him, “Or I’ll- ah-”

But it only makes Billy more eager, somehow - keeps his lips locked around the head, tongue twirling at that weak spot beneath, as he jerks Steve off fervently, effectively pulling him undone.

“Shit, ah- fuck, Billy, I’m- I’m-”

The heat in his gut reaches a fever point, and he’s powerless as he cums into Billy’s mouth, dick kicking as he empties out, voice so loud the neighbors must be hearing it, but he can’t be bothered to care about that, as satisfaction soothes across him, like sinking into a Jacuzzi and letting yourself drift away on the soft bubbles.

Gingerly, and with what could be misconstrued as honest affection, Billy licks Steve’s softening cock clean of what he might not have initially swallowed, then leaves a trail of affable kisses up his torso as Billy climbs onto the bed, situating himself comfortably between Steve’s shaky legs.

“Hmmm good?” Billy whispers with a well deserved, self-satisfied grin. He continues kissing the soft and pale skin, along the jaw, the moles on Steve’s cheek, the corners of his lips as he smiles and nods.

“Yeah,” Steve chuckles warmly and with a full heart, “Good.”

“Don’t think we’re done just yet, pretty boy.” And the grin grows wider, grows more salacious; rousing in the way he licks across his teeth.

“I’d hope not,” Steve just barely manages to mumble out before pushing their lips together, quick and brief before Billy pulls away from the needy embrace.

He takes long and hurried steps from the bed to his open suitcase, where his hand dives straight for a bottle of lube and a condom, and the sight of it jolts Steve right awake, because oh god oh yes does he want nothing more than Billy’s steely cock inside him.

The bed dips beneath Billy’s weight as he kneels between spread legs. “Think you’re ready for more?” his breath a ghost on Steve’s desirous lips, who leans in for a kiss, but Billy pulls away with a shitty little smirk.

“Please,” Steve whines and brings a hand to the back of Billy’s head. “I need you to fuck me, Billy; haven’t had a good dick in years.” He nuzzles their noses together and carefully kisses Billy’s astonished expression.

“Jesus Christ, princess,” is all he can groan out in response, sounding like he’s never been more turned on, which might just be the case. “Such filthy words from such a pretty mouth.”

And the electricity in the air courses through Steve as Billy kisses him again, deep and sensuous, lets out his tongue to feel how Steve’s own writhes around the vivid little sounds he makes.

While Steve tangles his fingers in that mane, Billy pops open the bottle and slicks up three digits before swiftly bringing his hand down between them. Their lips break apart as he teases the tip in a circle around the rim, because Billy wants to witness the way Steve’s face shifts, and with gazes locked tight and assuredly, he pushes in, slow, courteous.

Steve bites hard at his lip when Billy smoothly dives past the first knuckle, then the second, and a slight “Fuck,” escapes as he fights to keep his eyes open, keep himself raised and near where Billy watches him with fondness that can only come from absence. Or maybe that’s just what Steve wants that look to mean. He moves his hips down to swallow up what’s left of Billy’s middle finger, keeps eye contact with intensity that begs for more.

When the finger curls together inside it knocks out a little “Ah,” that interrupts his steady, heated breathing. He licks his lips before leaning in to meet Billy again.

He was never one for a quick fuck, something hard and rowdy and crude, which took some confidence to tell Billy way back when. No, Steve wants it nice and soft and gentle and loving. Wants to hold hands, kiss and lick at salty skin, wants to be kissed, bodies flush and sticky with sweat as they rock together, held dearly. Some things never change.

“You think you can take another?” Billy asks, kind and considerate, pulling Steve back from where his mind was drifting off to.

“Yeah, please,” Steve coos and refocuses on those gorgeous baby blues.

Billy chuckles like thunder on a warm summer day, and he smiles just as charming. “You don’t have to say please or beg for it, I’ll give you whatever you want.”

Steve hopes to find a glint of a lie in his eyes, because the truth will only make saying goodbye all that much worse, and when there’s nothing but honesty there, his voice cracks dangerously as he whispers, “Billy…”

As Billy presses in a second finger, Steve lets his head fall backwards with a pliant moan, arms wrapped around Billy’s broad shoulders to keep him up and close. Close enough for Billy to kiss and nibble and bite playfully up and down his neck, feeling the vibration of his voice and rhythm of his pulse as Billy pumps his fingers in and out.

It doesn’t take long for it to not be enough, making Steve whisper out, voice going hoarse, “More, ah-”

And Billy raises up his head to try and read Steve’s expression. “Already? You sure?”

The tenderness to his tone makes everything better, makes everything worse. Makes Steve want to beg him not to go, please.

“Yes, fuck-” Steve wets his lips and meets the inquisitive gaze. “Billy it’s been so long, I just need to feel you inside me so bad.”

There is no resisting the magnetic pull between them, as Billy eagerly kisses Steve, to taste how sweet those words are, how needy they are. With their lips locked he adds a third digit and swallows every sound Steve makes like he’s starving for his attention.

“God, you make me so fucking hard, baby,” Billy growls out and moves his hand faster, going as deep as he can with every thrust, making Steve whine. “Can’t wait to feel how tight and warm you are again.”

To even his own wonder and amazement, Steve’s cock is starting to fill out again already with only a few minutes break from his last orgasm. Two years since he last felt this good, felt Billy’s thick fingers open him up, felt Billy’s veiny dick brush against his thigh, eager and wet with pre.

The stretching burns faintly, but the pure pleasure of it all is making him impatient for more, and he kisses Billy with breathless enthusiasm. “Billy, I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m gonna go insane.”

Billy chuckles, awestruck and joyful in a way that makes his eyes crinkle, lips stretch wide, Steve’s heart ache for the good old days. So he leans away, retreats his fingers and reaches for the condom he dropped on the bed before, but pauses with it in hand, staring down.

“What?” Steve asks, his stomach turning in some way at how those eyes adore him like he’s a marbled statue behind velvet rope.

“You’re so gorgeous.” Billy reaches up with his dry hand to push away brown locks from Steve’s face. “You’ve grown so handsome over the last few years.”

And Steve should have known- he should have known that that was what that look meant, should have recognized it from the way they’d watch each other in secret back then. He wants nothing more than for this moment to grow into eternity. Moving on was painful and he should have said no to meeting, because now he’s facing another half year just yearning and pining and wishing.

He returns to reality as the condom wrapper gets torn open, and watches how Billy slips it on with a perfected roll of his hand, how he strokes himself with the excess lube, how he lines up with Steve’s fluttering hole.

Billy grabs the underside of Steve’s knees, spreading him out and folding him in half to properly expose everything, allowing Billy a splendid view as he slowly pushes the head of his steely cock in.

Steve’s arms give up beneath him and he falls onto the sheets; a long drawn out “Fuuuuuck,” escapes with a moan as Billy fills him out, satiating his hunger, stretching the muscle till he’s panting for air with a stutter.

“Oh Billy,” he gasps and sends his hand in search for another, blindly skipping across silk till he’s found.

Fingers lace together and Billy leans down to kiss each of Steve’s digits. He settles in between wide spread thighs and sits still there for a moment, appreciating how well his cock fits, how Steve is clenching around him.

His lips travel down Steve’s arm, up his bicep and past his shoulder as he moves down and closer to whisper in a blushing ear, “You feel so amazing, princess. Warm and tight and perfect, like you were made for this- made for me.”

Words that could make him cum untouched, if Steve were to be honest about it. He had love once. They had love once. But life pulled them apart, and it was always a struggle to find their way together again, only for brief moments, a day or two, before they’d have to abandon that warmth and feel the pain of separation again.

And Steve wonders if Billy feels the same way as he does.

With their bodies drawn together, chests flush and warm and sweaty, Billy starts moving gently, pulling almost all the way out just to bottom out in a slow motion, and Steve adores how the head of his cock drags against each muscle, massaging every inch in reach.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” Steve moans softly and relaxes fully underneath the heavy weight of Billy’s sweaty, tan, inked up body.

“Ahh, me too, mmh-” Billy whispers back, voice thick and luscious in Steve’s ear before finding his way to his mouth.

Fingers entangled, hips thrusting tenderly, tongues dancing a well practiced waltz, it just proves that-

“Some things never change.”

Steve had gotten lost in the euphoria of their tryst, and barely even heard Billy’s words, wouldn’t have believed he had spoken at all, if when he opened his eyes he wasn’t met with such a caring look from heaven's own gaze. He can’t help but smile at Billy’s talent for knowing exactly what’s on his mind.

They both smile into the kiss, but falls into bawdy ‘o’s as Billy sets a faster, more shallow pace, encouraged completely by the way Steve moans more and louder, and when his prostate is found he arches his back.

“There- ah! Billy!”

“I got you, princess,” Billy grunts out, going for soft but sounding too fucked out.

He kisses as far down Steve’s chest as he can, running a hand over his twitching stomach to reach for the leaking prick-

“N-no! Don’t!” Steve utters through whimpering lips. “I-I can cum without- wanna cum without.”

Billy’s quick to remove his hand again. “You sure?”

“Y-yeah, I’m- mmh- I’m close-” With his free hand, Steve reaches up to push off of the headboard and deeper onto Billy’s cock sliding in and out.

The devil’s grin smooths across Billy’s face, and he licks his lips. “Already?” his tone low and desirous, “You really needed this, huh? Needed me.”

“Ah- shit- yes, you! Only you, Billy,” Steve calls out loud and turns his head to press kisses against Billy’s wrist.

“God, that’s so fucking sexy, Stevie,” Billy groans roughly, like tires on wet gravel. He grabs Steve by the hip; angling him up so that he can thrust deeper, grind harder. “Wanna feel you cum, baby, strangling my dick with your tight little hole.”

Every movement lights sparks inside of Steve, the fuse to the fireworks burning faster and faster every time Billy’s incredible, fat cock pounds into his prostate, every touch scorching and phenomenal, overstimulating to a point where he won’t last much longer.

And it truly takes no more than a kiss to his collarbone, Billy’s hand squeezing at his hip, before he’s cumming again, body tensing up, emptying his lungs towards the ceiling as Billy fucks him fast through his orgasm that sends fireworks loose behind his lids.

“Fuck, yes that’s so fucking good, arrh, Steve-” Billy spills into the condom, hips stuttering involuntarily with a few too hard and crude thrusts as he buries his face in the crook of Steve’s neck.

They freeze like that once all energy has drained, sweaty and heaving for air, pressed together in a mindless haze of unadulterated pleasure. Steve almost forgot how good he can feel, how satisfaction feels, to be completely and fully blissed out, happy.

He’s the first to move in a while, as he wraps his legs around Billy and snakes one arm across his back and up to hitch on the opposite shoulder, keeping him as near and close as physically possible, hoping to lock them together forever.

Billy kisses him gently, tasting the salt that runs down Steve’s neck, humming content and ending with a happy sigh.

“You know…” he breathes out, voice so faint it’s as if he’s barely there at all. “I’m staying in town for the week.”

“Mmmh, yeah,” Steve coos, sleepy and exhausted. “For the car show, you’ve mentioned.”

“Yeah, but also…” Billy raises himself up on his elbows.

He runs his fingers through Steve’s hair, removing the locks that’s plastered to his forehead. It takes him a moment to continue, thoughts clearly processing something, as is evident in how concentrated his brow furrows.

“I’m… considering relocating my shop, keep the old one running but make headquarters in a bigger city.”

And Steve’s no fool, he catches on immediately, knows exactly what Billy is barely insinuating, and his heart is going rampant, close to exploding maybe as it jumps around his chest, making him truly speechless.

“Was hoping you’d, I dunno, help me look around? Find a shop for sale or something. Some place here in Chicago.”

“Billy…” Steve whispers, hoping that his tone conveys every single thing he’s feeling right now, and perhaps the way Billy smiles at it proves that he hears it all. “Yes, I’d love to help you out.”

Billy leans down to kiss him, lips portraying something new and hopeful.

Maybe… maybe some things are about to change.

#Harringrove #My Writing #lemon #Mystery Prompt #500 Followers #Some things never change #benhanscomisnotstraight

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the-moon-pal · 5 years ago

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So! This sort of popped into existent after seeing the angry don post a while back and because of this a fair amount of violence and blood is involved. (Couldn’t quite figure out how to do a cut on mobile so this is going at the top).

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The kid was clearly nervous.

Don didn’t know if he actually wanted to get the tattoo done or not considering he came in after nearly everyone had left. But then again the little doodle he slid across the table seemed hand drawn, thought out. Definitely not embarrassing enough to be the result of a lost bet. Looking over the edge of the paper, Don watched him fidget.

“How old are you, kid?”

“Uh, nineteen next month.”

He was still mildly surprised that the kids ID checked out. The drawing wasn’t a bad design by any stretch but it could use some touch ups. Some adjustments to the pose and simplifying it down would make it pretty good actually. Provided he could figure out what the damn thing was.

After seemingly reading his mind the kid sheepishly piped up again, “It’s a plesiosaur.”

“Like a dinosaur?”

“Well not technically a-“ the kid paused, “yeah like a dinosaur.”

Don sighed, looking up at the clock. “Well kid, since you’ve caught me in a good mood I can get you in sometime in the next few days. We can talk design and placement but it’s gonna be a little while.”

The kid deflated a bit. “Oh, really?”

“It’s 11 o’clock,” Don said in a tone appropriate for the hour.

“Right, sorry.”

He brushed the apologies off and got down to the details. In reality his back was killing him and he was looking forward to going home for the night. Don took one look at the bean pole of a teenager and couldn’t bring himself to kick him out. In the end Don guessed he could really only blame himself as he scrolled through their appointments to try and get the kid in.

Headlights briefly shone through the window and he mentally hoped they were going somewhere else. Did he remember to flip the sign on the door before this whole thing started? Don frowned as the kid shifted from foot to foot.

Glancing up from the screen for a split second Don did a double take at the sight of the men nearing his shop. And more specifically, at what they were holding.

“Get down, kid!”

Too slowly, the teenager turned towards the danger, eyes going wide right as the shop windows exploded inward. Pain exploded in his right shoulder and Don yelled, dropping behind the counter. The thunder cracks of gunshots stopped just as suddenly as they began, plunging the shop into an uneasy silence.

The glass crunched under the robbers feet’s as they entered the building. Don grimaced, grabbing the edge of the counter to pull himself up. The gurgling made him pause. He watched, standing stock still as the kid managed to stumble to his feet. The blood stain on his back was steadily growing bigger. The kid faltered, nearly fell, and just managed to catch himself on one of the chairs.

The kids wet, gurgling gasps were drowned out by another gun shot. Don watched as the kid fell to the floor, movement slowly fading as the red pooled underneath him.

The silence was broken by their muttering about a safe or something. They didn’t even have a safe. As they continued inside Don’s jaw was clenched tight enough his teeth creaked under the pressure. He only tore his eyes from the kid’s corpse to pull himself up and meet the bastard who shot him.

“What the fuck-“

It was a bit like stretching after a long nap. Tentacles unfurled and shot forward, much faster than this shmuck could pull up his gun. The guy screamed as the bones in his arm snapped and the gun clattered to the floor.

“Holy shit!”

Ah right, there were two of them. Don ducked low and grabbed the guy by the front of his shirt before bodily tossing him into his friend. The friend didn’t happen to be a good shot as the bullet passed harmlessly into the ceiling.

“My arm!”

The first one was too busy screaming to do much else as Don stalked forward. His buddy was scrambling for the gun which skidded away in the scuffle. Ignoring the injured one, Don used his good arm to give the guy a proper greeting. The robbers legs kicked uselessly in the air as Don held up him by the neck.

All the guy got out was a wheeze before his grip tightened. The crack was felt more than heard and the guy stopped moving, arms and legs dangling before being unceremoniously dropped. Turning his attention back to the first one, he found the robber braced against the counter, holding up his good arm.

“Look man, we- we didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt, okay?”

“Bullshit,” Don seethed, stalking closer. The robbers eyes were practically the size of dinner plates as he watched the tentacles writhe. He yelped when Don got him by the ankle, pulling him back.

“Look- you don’t gotta kill me, right? Just let the cops take me in!”

Don chuckled. Normally people would describe him as a pretty easy going guy. Easy to talk to and a friendly face and all that. This though, wasn’t a friendly sound.

“Well, that might be a bit difficult since you’re gonna be leaving this shop in pieces.”

#they robbed the wrong store today #this one was a little out of my wheel house so #hopefully i did don justice in this one!!#submission #pull the hoodie strings #other's writing #don cahill #blood #gore #body horror #death mention #GOD DUDE THIS IS SO GOOD IM!!! SJSJDKDK #God hell yeah im just!!!! 💓❤️❣️💓💓❤️❣️💓💓❣️❤️💓❤️❤️💓💓❣️💓❣️💓❣️💓❣️💓❣️❣️💓❣️💓❣️💓#i feel so bad for the kid too like aww he was just 18- sjsjdkd but yeah fuck those guys nJSJDKDKD #this is so good thank you for blessing me with your writing i love it HSJSJSKD #im 😔💓❣️💓❤️💓💓❤️❤️💓❤️💓❤️💓❤️💓❤️💓❤️💓#fave

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slurrmp · 5 years ago

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all you need to know about spyro’s original characters: oc: gwendolyn murdock fandom: star wars / daredevil status: very active.

THE BASICS

Name: gwendolyn murdock Nicknames: dock, gwen, murry Gender: female Pronouns: she/her Sexual Orientation: pansexual Age (actual age): 28 Place of Birth: hell’s kitchen, new york Citizenship: american

APPEARANCE

Age they appear: late teens, early twenties Hair colour: dark brown Hair style: naturally wavy which was due to her birth mother, but she normally straightens it. Eye colour: brown Birthmarks/scars/marks: birthmark just behind her right ear. has a scar on the inside of her left foot from falling off her bike when she 10. self inflicted scars along her arms from when she was fourteen and her brother had to leave her in the care of the church orphanage when he left to go to college. Piercings: both lobes pierced. Tattoos: tiny devil horns on her shoulder blade.

Build (curvy, toned, etc): rather tall and lanky, bulked up quite a bit when she decided to join her brother when he picked up the hero gig. Weight: around 60kilos Height: 5′7″ Clothing style: gwen never had the nicest of clothes when she was still with the church, however, when her brother started to earn some money - he would often buy her clothes for her birthday and christmas. when gwen finally was able to leave the church and get a part time job at the local hospital, she wore very comfortable clothing. jeans, t-shirts, sometimes blouses and even dresses. Overall appearance: neat. she’s a doctor in training, she has to make sure that her appearance as well as her personality is friendly and inviting.

Trinkets/jewelry: when she was younger, she would mostly never be seen without her father’s boxing robe. when she got a bit older, the golden band that is around her right ring finger, was that of her fathers. Equipment/accessories (things they are never without; ex: a backpack or a notepad) mostly her pager, she may not be a proper doctor yet, but her placements keep her well occupied and pagers are still a thing in hospitals. but as a superhero she is never seen without her crossbow.

INNER WORKINGS

General mood: cheerful, happy, generally in a good mood all of the time. her bedside manner was the one thing gwen wanted to work on. she has to be friendly, other wise she’ll start to f e e l bad. Mental state (any mental illnesses?): oh man, gwen had always been a cheerful kid. but when she saw her father murdered before her when she was only six years old. she doesn’t remember much only that her brother had held onto her and never let her go after that night. gwen managed to come away from that night slightly unscathed but it was the orphanage that really took a toll on her. with her brother being given special care because of his disability, gwen always felt left out. especially when stick entered the picture. she’s not exactly the type of person to talk about her feelings, so keeping them bottled up inside doesn’t really do her any good.

Alignment (neutral good, chaotic evil, etc): chaotic good Morals: morals are to look out for those who need it. to help and never kill. Temperament: she is naturally known as the student doctor to go too, gwen is almost at the top of her class and is willing to get her hands dirty if need be. she’s not judgemental and she is willing to help whenever she can.

Quirks: chews on her lower lip. cracks her knuckles. bounces her leg. while also having picked up some of her brother’s quirks as well, Pet peeves: selfishness. rudeness.

Strengths: loyal. strong stomach. her ability to help everybody. Weaknesses: she would never turn anyone who needed help down. even if it meant helping a sith.

Fears: flying. it gets worse over the years she’s a part of the 501st. Intelligence: gwen had a complicated time when going to school, being raised extremely catholic but she never really believed as much as her brother. gwen managed to finish school with high marks which landed her in medical school, where she managed to get to her fourth years (before she was pulled into the star wars verse)

Priorities: her brother. in sw verse. the 501st first and foremost. anakin, ashoka, even obi-wan. Desires: to finish med school and become a registered er doctor. in sw verse. it get home and to survive the clone war. Likes: dancing, spending time with her brother. in sw verse. caff. lots and lots of the stuff. Dislikes: not being able to help her brother when he needs it the most. especially when he dealt with wilson fisk. in sw verse. the war.

Vices: too standoffish. even foggy had trouble getting into gwen’s good books, even when her brother and he went to law school and started a firm together. too blunt. makes for the best doctors i suppose.

RELATIONSHIPS

Friends: surprisingly jessica jones, it’s slightly messy and complicated but they grew incredibly close when she helped claire help jess that one night. eventually foggy and karen as well. in sw verse. gwen became incredibly close with anakin and ashoka, who she would reference too as her brother and sister. most importantly the 501st, along with commander cody, commander wolffe and even captain fox.

Family: JACK MURDOCK (father. DECEASED.), UNKNOWN (mother. MIA/CONSIDERED DECEASED.), MATTHEW MURDOCK (brother, ALIVE.)

Significant other: that relationship with jessica ? well it gets even more complicated as time goes on. in sw verse. fives

Kids: none at the moment

Enemies: wilson fisk. more to be added.

EMPLOYMENT AND EDUCATION

Jobs: student, doing her placement at the st. vincent’s midtown hospital. in sw verse. the jedi allowed her to join the 501st, however she is mainly stationed on kamino when not needed in battle. Profession: will be an er doctor.

Income (if any): kaminoans allow her a room at their facility and almost 100 credits per shift to be able to survive.

Furthest education: high school. Degree (if any): will be at NYU school of medicine

EXTRA INFORMATION

Criminal record: a few misdemeanors as a minor. which upgraded to grand theft auto when she was a teenager, after falling with the wrong crowd that use to hang outside of st agens’s orphanage.

Social media accounts (if any): instagram, twitter, facebook, snapchat (well she use to use them)

Reputation: gwen gained her title of dock, christened by jesse, when she appeared during the second battle of geonosis, helping almost twice as many of the clones as clone medics could, with her mind still blurry and unable to make sense of what was happening, gwen still managed to get her body into gear and help. many go to see her instead of their medical brothers, a reason being because she was a pretty face, something fresh from the same old, but she also makes connections with each clone she treats, remembering their names instead of their numbers.

Skills: extremely talented with a crossbow. as well as the batons that her brother uses. gwen also took up boxing when she was grounded after the many times she was in trouble. she is also able to fire a gun, however never liked to do so. in sw verse. can handle a blaster, which is a lot like a gun, only more ... laser-y and somehow even a lightsaber.

Talents: she’s a rather talented singer. Hobbies: video games was a big part of her childhood, as well as her young adulthood, as it was the only thing she could do to relax her after a long day. running, (usually does a lap of her kamino quarters before going around one of the domes.) boxing.

Special abilities (if any): she’s slightly force sensitive. gwen figured this out one day in the medbay on kamino.

Transportation: she use to walk everywhere, hell’s kitchen is not exactly a big neighbourhood to get around, but if needed to travel father she would catch the train, sub or bus. Living conditions: shared an apartment with her brother, only until she graduates medical school. in sw verse. apartment on kamino, while sometimes she would stay at the jedi temple.

Pets: looks after a stray cat that likes to sit on balcony of the apartment.

AESTHETIC

Colors associated with: pastel baby blue, deep shades of purple Their personal aesthetic: the clear warm sunny days on naboo. the rain can get to her sometimes. Song that suits them: WHY AM I LIKE THIS - ORLA GARTLAND

╳ BIO:

proper bio coming soon. however, the main story, is that gwen being from the mcu, knew everything about star wars. it was a big part of her childhood as well, it was basically her only saving grace (a part from video games) when she was child. then something happened one night (may say that it was the snap) which caused gwen to wake up in the middle of the first geonsis battle. not knowing how or why she was brought there, thinking it was just a dream, gwen decided she would put her learnt skills to use and try and save some clones along the way.

during the flurry of the battle no one even seemed to take notice of someone completely new and different was suddenly around. as long as gwen stays in the star wars universe, the more she would forget about the story line and what would happen.

meaning she tried her best to write down as much as she could when she first arrived. getting as far as underlining anakin skywalker = darth vader and about order 66, but not remembering the inhibitor chips in the clones heads, onto a data padd.

#star wars #mcu #the clone wars #daredevil #star wars the clone wars #tcw #star wars oc #mcu oc #gwendolyn murdock #* & MEET MY OC'S.#HER SHE ISSSSSSS.#will be doing ones for valerie & rory sometime !

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imagine-shenanigans · 6 years ago

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Absolutely! And ye I’m gonna have fun writing it once I have the energy/motivation to bust out some writing lol. I tend to second guess myself a lot with character/character stuff, wondering if i have the characterization right, so I tend to spend quite a bit of time being careful and working on it.

Anyway! I went with a Soulmate AU where you have matching tattoos as your soulmate (same or mirrored placement but the tattoo is the same) and when you touch for the first time it grows.

So here you go @ladyofrandom

Takumi/Elise and Leo/Sakura Soulmate AU

Takumi/Elise

Matching hip tattoos? Matching hip tattoos! Takumi’s is on his right hip, and Elise’s is mirrored.

It’s an archer’s bow with flowers wrapped around it and a vine for the string. The arrow that’s notched is the Fujin Yumi arrow style. It’s pretty aesthetic/cutesy looking and Takumi was embarrassed (but secretly in wonder) and Elise always thought it was super cute!

Growing up, Takumi always wondered who it would be, and he would constantly, constantly try and catch a glimpse of any skin on the hips of people to try and see if it was them. He started getting super insecure as the years went by and he never found the person, and started wondering if maybe he’d just go his life without never meeting them and it just... sorta spiraled until he was convinced he didn’t actually have a soulmate and it would just be left at that.

Elise, on the other hand, started looking at any archer she ever saw in the castle, or on the streets, and wondered when she’d get to meet her soulmate. She sorta started feeling down about it here and there, but after some time she decided to just be happy, be herself, and do her own thing because she knew she’d find her soulmate at some point.

Even after Elise and Takumi met they had no clue. It was only when, on the battlefield, Elise got knocked from her horse and Takumi was nearby, that they accidentally touched. It was Takumi pulling her out of the way of a blow, so used to doing the same for Sakura, and he didn’t even notice until he’d shot the enemy through, and looked to the tattered remains of his shirt that he realized, rather late, that the tattoo was no longer the same.

Elise notices first, though Takumi had mistaken her gasp for just surprise at the enemy. She’s seen the arrow that Takumi uses because she’s seen it countless times on her hip, and then she’s looking down and pulling at her armor to check anyway and wait a minute that’s not what it looked like that morning.

Takumi’s tattoo extends out over his stomach now, lillies all over and connected by vines, arrows moving through them that are very clearly the ones from Fujin Yumi. It extends up his side,and over his chest, all the arrows with this look of a soft glow, and he’s never seen it look so vibrant.

Elise’s matches Takumi’s, of course, but she’s enamored with it, tracing her fingers all over them because she’s just in awe. She wishes she’d tried to talk to Takumi more before, wishes she’d put two and two together when she’d first seen his arrows.

Elise immediately hugs Takumi, just ecstatic, and Takumi.exe stops functioning. He has no idea how to deal with this and he’s still sorta sorting his emotions out, so he just ends up hugging her back after a second then remembers they’re on the battlefield, and pulls away

They end up having a long, long talk later on and decide that they want to get to know each other more. Leo is Pissed because he kind of thinks Takumi is an asshole, but he never says it directly. Takumi ends up trying to court Elise in a proper way but they end up just dropping it and start doing things that are more natural - they train together, talk when they can, and spend time eating together in the mess hall.

Later, when they’re actually together together after Elise proposes at the same time as Takumi, they end up sharing sleeping quarters, and Takumi, while elise is asleep, likes to hold her and trace his fingers over the patterns on her hip and side and her shoulder. Elise never admits it, but she sometimes wakes up and pretends to be asleep because she thinks it’s cute.

Leo/Sakura

Their soulmate marks are on their calves, and are also mirrored like Takumi and Elise! It’s super cute and mirrored soul marks tend to be seen as more romantic/ kind of like two halves of a whole.

It’s a tome spread open, with a staff in the middle, and the orb of the staff has a red glow, like fire. There’s a couple Cherry blossom flowers around it too.

Leo grew up pretty indifferent about the whole thing, because he decided that he would rather not get his hopes up about every healer he was ever around (which were plenty). He always hoped he’d find one but buried it pretty deep in the event he didn’t.

Sakura always admired hers, but when she got older she started hiding it, due to the rising conflict with Nohr, and the fact that Nohr favored tomes, one of which was printed on her skin. She’s always been too nervous to try and ask others about their soul marks, and so she figured that she’d just keep quiet until she either found herself in a serious relationship with someone, or she had reasonable suspicion that someone might have the matching mark.

When they first met, there was this small, sneaking suspicion they each had, but both of them sorta just ended up brushing it off because they were probably reading too much into it. They were never around each other, because Leo was always just other places and Sakura never really sought him out because he was kind of rude.

Elise was the one who ended up getting them more interested in each other and having the two be more open to the idea. It was because she and Sakura were talking in the healing tent, and Sakura spilled a really strong smelling Salve all over her shoes, and went to change her stocking and shoes while the two were talking, and Elise saw her soul mark. Elise had never seen leo’s but she kept complimenting Sakura and saying how cute it was and she thought it was adorable because now tha’ts two people she knows that have leg marks!

Then later, she made some time to spend with Leo and was talking about her day and mentioned how sakura had the cutest staff tattoo on her right calf and it had these cute little flowers on it! Leo ended up going ramrod stiff and asking more questions and Elise called him rude because why didn’t he just ask Sakura instead?

Elise knew exactly what she was doing. She had no clear proof but she had very strong feelings and honestly she’s an icon.

Leo ended up not being able to help it and went to go talk to Sakura, chickened out, and ended up staring at her from far away while trying to figure out what he was going to do and he ended up twisting his ankle because he wasn’t looking where he was going.

Since Sakura was so close by, she just took him to the healers tent and helped him there, got his boot off, and was super surprised because “oh... you’ve already met your soulmate?”

This poor girl was so nervous that she hadn’t realized the tattoo matched hers and was mirrored fjadksl;

After that they ended up spending more time together (this was before Elise and Takumi found out) and find that they really like each other. Eventually Leo proposes and Sakura cries.

A cute headcanon: Sakura and Leo like to sit so their legs with the tattoos are touching, even if their legs aren’t bare.

#leo fire emblem #sakura fire emblem #takumi fire emblem #elise fire emblem #takumi/elise #leo/sakura #ladyofrandom #fire emblem #fire emblem fates #strawberry writing #strawberry headcanons #soulmate au #god soulmate aus give me life

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just-pig · 7 years ago

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Super Seventeen || Chapter Four

word count: [1942]

featuring: [some meanie]

published: [august 25, 2017]

i’ve been so ignorant of this fic recently :”) you guys are more than welcome to yell at me to update lmao

That evening, Wonwoo could hardly sleep.

Not because there was a lot on his mind (although he definitely was thinking at about a million thoughts per minute), but because he had been researching the glyphs decorating the NCT arrow that Jisoo had trusted him with for the night.

He had this feeling that he should know about them. At the same time, he had no idea why he should even have a clue about what they are.

He started his frenzy with random google searches: wooden symbols, arrow decorations, symbolic arrows, etc., hoping to find something useful. (He didn’t, but along the way he obtained the fact that people used arrows way too often for tattoos).

It wasn’t until his phone lit up with a notification that Wonwoo realized he’d been sitting in front of his computer, left hand death-gripping the wooden shaft of the arrow, right hand fiddling with the trackpad for at least an hour and a half. Exhausted, his eyes did an automatic scan of who the sender was.

gyu > wonwoo hyung!!!!! > jisoo hyung wanted me to transfr some info for u

me > you’re w/ jisoo hyung right now?

gyu > we went to the coffee shopp togther after we left hq > and then i wennt to his house bc i accidentally spilt coffee on him > oops

me > … > what does jisoo hyung want

gyu > idk > he said something about herogliphs??? > and the arrow that u guys showed me > ??? im hoping u understnd him

Wonwoo’s eyes immediately flitted towards the arrow. Hieroglyphs…. Of course!

me > they’re called hieroglyphs

gyu > so you do understand!!! > okok my job is odne > gn hyung!!!!! sleep well :D

me > gn

Wonwoo now understood why the symbols had seemed so familiar. Hieroglyphs. He hadn’t delved very deep into the subject before - as he was more into science and math as opposed to ancient culture and mythology - but he had definitely stumbled upon the term more than once. He didn’t know much, but what he was aware of that it seemed to be an Ancient Egyptian form of communication. Similar to Korean, it used symbols and characters for certain sounds.

He frowned. But why would NCT deal with Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs? And did they actually take the time to learn the meaning behind the symbols, or were they completely bluffing? (Knowing NCT, they were definitely the kind of people who could pull that off).

Wonwoo sighed. Glancing over at his clock, he was greeted by the numbers 12:32 in big, red block lettering. Reflecting on the fact that he had school the next day, he decided to call it a night.

~~~

As a temporary replacement for their blown-up building, the entire school had transferred to a different school’s building. It was a newer school that had just opened a few weeks ago so no one was really there yet, letting Wonwoo’s school have plenty of space to conduct their classes.

“Has anyone heard of the Ancient Egyptian communication technique referred to as hieroglyphs?”

Up until this point in his history class, Wonwoo hadn’t really paid attention to what his teacher had been saying. But that sentence definitely caught his attention. Immediately sitting up straight, he raised his hand, and was surprised to find that only a handful of the students in the classroom were doing the same. This is an Advanced Placement class, for goodness sake. How can you have not heard about hieroglyphs?

“Interesting. Well, hieroglyphs are essentially the Ancient Egyptian language, expressed in symbols.” The teacher stuck a picture of an bird on the board. “Much like our Korean culture, each symbol represents a sound. This hieroglyph, for example, produces the sound of ‘a’.” She continued sticking up pictures. “Keep adding more hieroglyphs, and you get a word. The word I’ve spelled out is arbitrary, an English word for random.”

There were some sniggers upon hearing the definition of the chosen word. Wonwoo, on the other hand, found this all somewhat intriguing - he would have to look into the topic later on.

“There are a few hieroglyphs that are just words. You don’t need to combine smaller fragments.” Posting another picture, she said, “This is the word ankh -” She wrote this on the board in English letters for better understanding “- and it’s commonly perceived as the Ancient Egyptian symbol for life.”

Wonwoo’s eyes hyperfocused. That symbol... wasn’t it one of the hieroglyphs decorating the arrow?

He had brought the arrow with him to school today (he wasn’t sure if that was the best idea, considering it was a pretty lethal weapon), and his hand itched to reach into his bag and pull it out. But pulling out an arrow in the middle of class was not the best choice.

The symbol for life. Wonwoo never thought that NCT could be this deep. He’d have to tell Jisoo later.

~~~ (why are the page breaks happening so often this is such a pet peeve of mine loiwendlks)

Lunch. One of Jeonghan’s favourite times of the day. Apart from sleeping, of course. Sleeping is always a priority.

Sitting at their usual table, chatting with his friend Taehyung, Jeonghan was surprised to see Wonwoo beelining for their table out of the corner of his eye. As he got closer, he realized that Wonwoo seemed to be headed for Jisoo. Not his problem then. He continued talking with Taehyung.

He didn’t think it would be anything too concerning. He certainly hoped it wasn’t. If there was something that Jeonghan hated the most, it would be having to deal with his superhero persona during school hours. He wasn’t quite sure why - it just bothered him, having to mix his secret identity with his social life while maintaining equal balance on both sides.

So it definitely irked him when he noticed Jisoo walk hurriedly out of the lunchroom with Wonwoo. What happened this time?

He glanced over at Seungcheol, who hadn’t seemed to notice. Slightly panicking now, Jeonghan nearly dropped his sandwich (Taehyung snickered at this, earning a glare from Jeonghan).

“Can you…” Jeonghan hesitated, unsure of how to propose a proper statement for a quick departure. “Um… hold on. I need to go to the washroom.”

“Now? You just -”

“I drank a lot of water, okay? Fluids.” With a final cheesy thumbs-up, Jeonghan quickly slipped out of the cafeteria, at the same time muttering to himself, ‘Fluids? What the hell was I thinking?’

He also hadn’t planned this out very well in his head because when he finally was aware of where he was he glanced around to find no sign of Jisoo or Wonwoo. The hallway also went both ways horizontally, taking a turn in different directions at the end of the corridor, leaving Jeonghan incredibly stressed - should he turn the wrong way, he would be heading in exactly the opposite direction that his friends had gone.

He supposed he could’ve just gone to the washroom and went back into the cafeteria, but he didn’t bluff his way through Taehyung’s suspicions for nothing. Jeonghan was going to find his friends. He just had to hope that they didn’t leave for the stupidest purpose.

Or maybe…

Jeonghan shuddered. This would be one of the stupidest ideas he ever made.

As superheroes, identity was a crucial thing. To this day, Jeonghan remembered the chills that ran down his spine when Pledis was laying down the regulations: Number one - Keep your identity a secret, no matter what. (Being the rebel he was, Jeonghan had then chosen his given name as his alias - in the process, dragging Wonwoo, Mingyu and Seungkwan with him. Pledis would’ve forced them to change but by then they’d already signed the contract, so they couldn’t exactly do anything).

So at one point, they had wondered what would happen if they used their powers in everyday life - subtly, of course.

After experimentation, they discovered that their powers were only at full boost if they had their suits on. Appearing as a normal civilian, Wonwoo had estimated that their powers were only an eighth of their full capability - roughly enough to not look completely insane.

Smiling slightly to himself, Jeonghan inspected his hands before dodging into a secluded corner by the lockers in the hallway, followed by a brilliant ribbon of light hovering around his hands as he was rewarded with a device falling in his hands - an LG G5 [a/n: there are so many kpop idols promoting this I had to].

He frowned at this. His mind had imagined a rose-gold iPhone 6 and he was surprised of the result, although he assumed this was what he got for using his powers when he wasn’t supposed to. Whatever, it would do.

All he really needed to do was track the location of his friends. He could’ve done it with his own phone, but that wouldn’t be fun, would it?

In other words, Jeonghan was already planning an elaborate hidden camera in his head.

He apparently was not aware of how bad of an idea that would be.

~~~

“Well you fucked up.”

“I didn’t mean to knock him unconscious! What did you expect me to do? First he sends us creepy messages from an unknown number and then tells us to turn around! Wonwoo and I just did what we thought was the best plan for self-defense!”

Blinking to adjust his eyes to the blinding light, Jeonghan realized that he was in the school nursery, and surrounded by half of the team.

“HE’S AWAKE! Oh thank God,” Jisoo said. Turning to Jeonghan, voice slightly guilty, he added, “I’m sorry about… um… punching you, although truthfully you pretty much asked for it considering what you did.”

Jeonghan hesitated as he tried to remember what had happened up until that point. The hidden camera… and then making Wonwoo and Jisoo turn around, only to be greeted by Jisoo’s fist. He guessed that explained the subtle ache in his nose. “Oh. Sorry about that,” he chuckled.

Wonwoo awkwardly stepped in. “Oh, and one more thing before I head to class - can you… not mention this to Seungcheol hyung? He’d kill us otherwise.”

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. “I guess. Although if he asks about any bruises, you guys are the ones coming up with a solution.”

Jisoo scoffed. “We already had to when we brought you here.”

“Okay, bye hyung!” Wonwoo then departed with Jihoon, Soonyoung and Jun, leaving Jisoo and Jeonghan alone (Jisoo had study period currently, so he wasn’t particularly worried about going anywhere).

“Why’d you follow us anyway?” Jisoo asked. “Wonwoo and I purposely went all the way to the far boot room just in case someone would find us.”

Jeonghan shrugged. “When Wonwoo came to get you, he seemed so nervous, so I just assumed something was up. Seungcheol didn’t notice so I went - keep in mind, after rudely dismissing Taehyung.”

Jisoo grinned. “Sorry about that, then. Wonwoo was only nervous about being discovered by anyone else but overall there’s good news - he deciphered one of the hieroglyphs on the arrow.”

Jeonghan frowned. “Hieroglyphs? Were those the symbols on the arrow?”

Jisoo nodded. “And one of them is the symbol for life. Considering how out of place it is from the other ones, Wonwoo’s guess is that it’s some kind of watermark, whereas the other hieroglyphs are some kind of message. We’re going to have to have a session just to figure out what the message is though.”

Knitting his eyebrows, Jeonghan said, “You guys have to be careful, okay? I don’t know much about Ancient Egyptian mythology, but I do know that hieroglyphs are commonly used for spells and whatnot, so just… be wary.”

Jisoo smiled. “Of course.”

#ive given up on tags tbh #super seventeen #chapter four

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teenycabb · 8 years ago

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47 Royai for the prompts. I am a sucker for them dancing. Pretty please!

Forgive me for taking so long to churn this one out. This piece took on a mind of it’s own and what should have been a short piece evolved to this monstrosity. Anyway, hope you enjoy it. Even if there isn’t a lot of dancing actually happening in the piece. Whoops.

Step by Step

Words: 3,516

Prompt: May I have this dance?

Roy knew how to dance. It was useful when the military decided that it was going to throw balls and individuals like Roy, being a general and a State Alchemist, were required to make their presence known. In addition, he was known as a ladies’ man, meaning he would have to be able to impress the multiple women that practically draped themselves across his arm at those parties. Even if none of those women were the one he truly desired to be on his arm.

Dancing with these women now was something he only looked slightly for forward to than the original dance lessons he had received when he was only a boy of ten. Which was the polite way of saying that he had loathed those dance lessons.

He had already been ostracized from his peers by his Xingese heritage and for growing up the way he had under his Aunt Chris’ care. He had no reason to add fuel to the fire and give the other students more to throw at him when they cornered him against the trash cans. So when his aunt announced that he would be spending Thursday nights for the next indeterminable amount of time attending dancing lessons, Roy pleaded and attempted to make his aunt understand what torture she would be submitting too. She had only brushed his concerns aside with a rough laugh and told him that Mustang’s knew how to dance in the proper manner. Roy’s own father had attended his own dance lessons when he was a boy, and had dragged his own feet complaining as well.

The point of his aunt’s story was that his father had still gone to the lessons, and it was because of those dancing skills, or lack of most likely, that he had caught Roy’s mother’s eye. Thus, ensuring that Roy came into being.

That was the point in the conversation where young Roy would slap his hands to cover his ears and storm from the room, not wanting to hear anything about how his parents met, or how they brought Roy into the world. It a combination of the pre-pubescent aversion to being told stories of their parents lives, and Roy’s own desire to have nothing to do with his parents. They were dead and gone, never to return. He couldn’t even really remember them outside of the one photograph his aunt had displayed above the fireplace.

But he had gone to those lessons. And they had done him well enough up to this point. He managed to charm the wives of the generals at the military balls and ensure his reputation as a philandering upstart. It even allowed him to stay on his feet at Maes’ wedding all those years ago. Even when he was half-drunk off his ass, his footwork on the steps to the waltz suffered no ill will. Although by that point in the night he had found his then Second-Lieutenant Hawkeye and clung to her side for the rest of the night, and she may have done some assisting with the steps. He had given her a few pointers on how to dance when he had caught her attempting to dance to the radio on her own.

But they did nothing for him now.

Because whatever dance that Fullmetal was doing with his new wife out on the dance floor was not in his repertoire. Even the sound of the music was something outside of his experience. It was catchy, he would give them that. His foot was tapping underneath the table to the beat was an unmistakable fact. But he could figure out what their feet were doing.

It was evident from what he could glimpse from between the people walking in between him and the dance floor and through the swirling skirts that the ladies were wearing, everyone was taking half-steps. Which didn’t register with any dance that he knew.

“Is everything alright, General?”

Roy shook his head and broke his steady gaze towards the dancers on the floor. Perhaps he could puzzle out their movements later. He turned to look towards his ever-present companion.

Riza was smiling down at him. Her cheeks were lightly dusted with a pink blush, whether from the alcohol she had consumed over the course of the day or from the dancing he wasn’t sure. But he knew that it looked rather fetching on her. Not that he had ever needed to say it out loud. She always to tell what he was thinking when he looked at her in a certain way.

Sure enough, her little blush deepened slightly.

“I was wondering what the dance Fullmetal was doing. I haven’t seen it before.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “And no titles today. I thought we agreed to that this morning.”

“My apologies.”

Riza settled in one of the empty chairs at the table he was seated at. She leaned to peer over at the dance floor and watch the steps Edward and Winry were making as they laughed around the floor. Riza probably would have gotten a better view of what was happening had she remained standing, but she didn’t need a better view to know what the dance was.

She reached across the table and grabbed Roy’s glass of water. His eyebrow rose in challenge at her behavior and she rose to it. Roy caught a small glimpse of her smirk as she rose the glass to her lips and she drank from his glass. The corners of her eyes crinkled at her amusement.

Roy watched as the condensation rolled down the glass along her fingers. Riza finished off the water in his glass and set it back down on the table. Her amused look at his face never changed as she watched him across the table. Roy swallowed. She laughed quietly at his look of confusion before turning away to watch the dancers on the floor.

Taking the opportunity her distraction gave him, Roy studied the way his Captain had dressed for the occasion. Despite her proclamations that dresses were useless and not practical in the slightest, it was what she had chosen to wear for the occasion. It was sleeveless, but the collar was high, more practical to cover up her tattoo. The skirt stopped just below the knees and flared slightly when she turned sharply.

His moment of reflection was interrupted when Riza’s laugh bubbled up from inside her again and she turned back to look at Roy.

“I thought a famed womanizing general, such as yourself, would be able to recognize a polka when you saw one. What, with all your extensive knowledge from your dancing education and all those military balls you’ve attended.”

Roy blinked. She was being extraordinarily bold with her behavior today. Was this the alcohol talking? Or the fact they were surrounded by people who knew at least some layer of what they attempted to keep secret from the outside? No. It must be the alcohol. There were still people there who didn’t know them, and while they were in civvies—Fullmetal’s insistence—they didn’t know what connections the other guests had.

Then again, Riza hadn’t had any more than two glasses of wine over the course of the day.

A hand entering his frame of vision brought his thoughts back down to the ground. He followed the hand up to the face of the individual that offered. Riza smiled gently down at him. For the first time since he had known her, she changed the earrings she wore. That fact alone surprised him. He had once overheard her saying that she would never take them off due to a sentimental attachment upon the studs. A small part of him had puffed with pride that day when he heard her saying that. Not that he would ever admit it.

“May I have this dance then, Mr. Mustang?” Riza’s smile was a little bit wider now.

“You know how to do the jiggy-hop thing they’re doing?”

“Of course, sir. My mother and father made sure to teach me when I was younger. It was a tradition to dance at the harvest festival in the village where I grew up.”

For a moment, Roy was taken back to his years learning under Master Hawkeye. There was a vague memory of attending one of the festivals there, although he was unsure of which one, and a large crowd of people dancing. Roy had spent nearly the whole time thinking about the problem that had been assigned to him by Master Hawkeye that day, and there wasn’t much brain capacity for really comprehending what was happening around him.

Not that he really had the brain capacity to understand what was happening to him right then.

“Don’t leave the woman hanging ya Bastard!” Shouted Fullmetal from his place on the dance floor as he spun past their table. “Dance with the lady!”

Roy shot Edward a sharp look but it was missed as Edward had already danced his way clear of Roy’s glare. He grumbled to himself about nosy brats that didn’t know when to keep their noses out of anything, but took his precious subordinate’s hand and allowed her to drag him out to the dance floor. By the time they had made their way through the tables and the people talking with drinks in their hands, the song that the band had been playing had ended. Some couples left the floor laughing, no doubt heading to quench their thirst.

Still, Riza lead him to the floor and arranged the placement of his hands in preparation for the dance. One hand was held in hers, the other was directed to rest at the small of her back. Roy swallowed as she took a half step closer to him.

“It’ll be easier if you’re not holding me out at arm’s length,” she said.

“You know, it’s usually the man that leads the woman when dancing,” Roy pointed out, attempting to calm his suddenly spiking heart rate.

“If you keep sweating like that, you’re going to make yourself useless,” she answered.

Roy swallowed but internally slapped himself. He was being stupid. This was a wedding. The guests that had been invited wouldn’t care if he danced with Riza while making a fool of himself. Most of the guests had been on their side for the Promised Day or weren’t even associated with the military and were Winry’s automail friends.

Still, Roy couldn’t help but glance around at the other people around him as he pulled Riza closer to him. None of the other dancers were looking anywhere but at the floor or their partners, attempting to catch their breath. The band was readying their instruments and were ready to begin. Roy saw the man on the accordion give the count and then the band were up and playing.

Riza took the first leading steps and Roy stumbled to keep up. He immediately looked down to see what her feet were doing to see if he could copy her movements. The ending result was his steps were a couple seconds behind hers, causing their dance to be disjointed. Roy knew that he looked stupid.

The catcalls from Fullmetal and the other subordinates that had come along with him told him as much.

His head jerked up to glare at his traitorous colleagues and he pulled his hand from Riza’s grip. The hand he had on the small of her back drew her even closer to him.

But before he could express his displeasure with those mocking him, Riza caught his hand back in hers and redirected him to look at her instead. Her smile was amused still.

“Don’t let yourself drop down to their childish behavior. You’re their commanding officer, please maintain some decorum.” Despite the amused smile on her face, the serious and professional nature she held much of the time slipped through, warning him about the line he was toeing.

Roy didn’t bother to point out that he wasn’t Edward’s superior officer anymore.

“Just watch me. Staring at your feet won’t help you learn the dance. The basic step is a half-step.”

Roy looked at the others dancing around them doing fancy twirls and other steps.

“Don’t even bother. Get the simple step done first, then perhaps later I could teach you some of those steps.”

Foiled again.

Wait.

“So, you’re going to teach me some of those other steps later?”

“Of course, sir. It is hard to believe that a man as talented as you wouldn’t know to dance at occasions like this. And I can’t allow for such a gap in your expertise to exist. Now should we get back to the dance?”

Roy nodded in agreement and they began moving again. This time, Roy made the effort to not look at their feet but at the face of the wonderful woman that was leading him. Her face was more at ease than he had seen in a while, and her shoulder-length hair was brushing her shoulders as they moved around the floor. Their movements weren’t as smooth and polished as some of the other dancers, he still regularly stepped on something that interrupted that—largely his own feet—but he found he was enjoying himself. Making a complete fool of himself probably, but enjoying it.

Together they made their way around the floor, weaving in and out of other couples. Roy felt a little stupid, prancing around the way they were, but the smile on Riza’s face grew as they moved across the dance floor. Roy relaxed and his smile grew seeing how Riza was enjoying herself. Not worried about consequences of their actions, nor devoting half her attention to their surroundings for threats. Or handing him more paperwork to fill out.

When their dance was done—both flushed in the face and sweaty—they walked away from the dance floor where they separated. Roy was instantly surrounded by his men and Riza walked off to grab water to drink.

“Did my eyes deceive me? Or was the captain leading you, rather than the other way around?” Havoc leaned back against the chair he was seated at, smirking through his unlit cigarette.

“Ah, don’t give him such a hard time about it,” Breda answered. “Everyone knows Hawkeye has the general whipped. Remember the time when he attempted to—.”

“Yes, thank you Breda. We all remember well, and have no need to bring it up again.”

“Wait, what happened?” Edward asked.

“Nothing that bears repeating at a wedding, Fullmetal. Shouldn’t you go tend to your wife?”

Mentioning Winry derailed Edward’s focus on finding out what had happened to convince the rest of Mustang’s men that he was ‘whipped’ by Hawkeye. Silently Edward mouthed the words, ‘my wife,’ and looked around to find where Winry had walked off too. He found her by the drinks table talking with Hawkeye. His face softened when he saw her.

With what felt like a kick to the gut, Roy recognized that face. It was the same look he had seen on Maes’ face when he had married Gracia all those years ago, a look of such open devotion and wonder. It was a look that Roy was near positive would never appear on his face. There were his goals that needed to be attended too and while he was one track, it was unlikely that he would be able to experience that happy ending his friends could.

With his mood effectively ruined, the rest of the wedding party faded into the background. Roy resumed his seat at the table he had been at before Riza had dragged him away to the dance floor. When the time came for the bride and groom to toss the bouquet and garter, Roy sat sullenly in his seat, despite the cajoling for him to get his ass off the chair and stand with the other single men. He was selfishly relieved when Riza wasn’t the one to catch the bouquet. He didn’t think he would be able to stomach the idea that she would be married next according to tradition. Not when he knew that she wouldn’t do such a thing when there was still work to be done.

Elicia however was ecstatic at the flower bouquet she received and ran to show her mother the pretty flowers. Later she danced with Alphonse, who had the garter flung right in his face with purposeful intention.

After that, the party slowly tapered off. Families with young children and the older in age were some of the first to go. Then those who needed to board the train the next morning in order to return to their jobs. When the time came for Roy and Riza to return to their rented room in town, they made sure to stop and say their goodbyes and offer congratulations once more.

Roy shook Edward’s hand firmly as Winry leapt forward to gather Riza in her arms. Roy watched as the younger blonde whispered something into his captain’s ear that set the bride into a fit of giggles as Riza pulled back in surprise. The blush Roy had seen earlier that day was back.

“You deserve it,” Edward said suddenly.

Roy turned his attention back to one half of the day’s focus. Edward was looking at the two women standing a few meters away. A sad uptake of his mouth was on Ed’s face.

“You both do. You both have done so much to help this country since what happened with Ishval. But,”—Ed turned to glare at the older man’s protests—“it’s not wrong. To want to live your life. To enjoy a little bit of it. I mean, isn’t it exhausting to have to play the front all the time?”

Roy would never admit it, but it was tiring. Even if the need for subterfuge wasn’t as desperately needed as it had been when he was only a colonel, pretending that he didn’t want to be more than a superior officer and an old childhood friend was beginning to take its toll on him. But he could never ask her to do anything that would be against what she stood for. Even if it meant they could indulge in their selfish desires.

“Fullmetal—”

Edward raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

“I know, I know. You just need to be reminded of it. I’m sure Hughes would say the same.”

Roy swallowed. The kid was right. Hughes would say the same. After all, it was what he had done after coming home. He had set everything aside to become the man that he wanted to be and needed to be for Gracia and Elicia.

Rather than pursue the thoughts that line of thinking would lead him down, Roy cleared his throat and made his farewell. He gathered his coat from Riza and together they began walking down the long road towards where they rented a room.

It had been all of what was left of the small inn’s vacancies once Winry’s closest friends from her time in Rush Valley got wind of her upcoming nuptial. So rather than sleeping on the dirt in one of the surrounding fields, they made do with the shared accommodations. There were at least two beds, so they didn’t need to fight over who was sleeping in the armchair.

The moment they entered their room, Riza slipped her small heels from her feet and sat on her bed to rub them. Roy chose to hang up both of their coats, before sitting across from Riza on his own bed. He bent down to untie his shoes before tossing them aside. There was quiet between the two of them. Both were dwelling on the same thoughts, but neither had the confidence to speak them out loud.

The soft melody of jazz from the radio in the lobby floated through their open window. It was a familiar tune, popular with those back in Central. The song was requested to be aired almost to the point where it was overplayed, but the tune gave Roy an idea.

Standing up, he offered a hand down to Riza. She watched him warily.

“May I have this dance?” He asked.

He watched her throat bob as she swallowed before she rested her hand into Roy’s. Their hands were a matching set. Both calloused, both scarred, both blood-stained. Slowly, he drew her up and wrapped his arms around her as they began their dance.

This time there were no steps to follow. No irregular beat to match. They could move at their own pace, regardless of the tempo of the music. Just the two of them. Roy and Riza. He drew the two of them closer together than they had been at Edward and Winry’s reception. So close, that Riza rested her head upon his chest while he dropped his to rest against her soft blonde hair. Together they slowly spun in a circle, stocking feet barely leaving at the carpet as they swayed gently from side to side.

#royai #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #a smidge of edwin #fma #fullmetal alchemist #my writing #I apologize for the lack of dancing #but the angst took hold

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 5 years ago

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So the people 4900 humans were mutilated

They were cut up and dismembered while alive.

Alex says you want to know what i think.

I don't want to.

Because what i know is this is the tip of the iceberg. What you saw today was the ones that are normal.

There are going to be worse cases that will be surfaced.

What you saw today was mild.

What i feel is irrelevant. I don't have the time not opportunity to reflect and feel about those cases

You know how i feel about human trafficking. You know how i feel about abuse. You know how i feel about people harming humans.

I should not have to explain how i feel.

You need to know it will be worse.

14000 estimated... Only 4900 had physical distortions you could see. The rest were metaphysical and under the skin. Under their clothes.

The horrific procedures these humans suffered courageously only to live in pure Hell...

I will not minimize the suffering of any human.

However the physical mutilation of what you will see in the future is much greater. Frankenstein doesn't even cover it.

You'll see people with all skin removed. All bones removed and still expected to work. People with exposed brain tissue. Their hair growing out of their brain because they have no skull.

I've talked to most and minimized most of their pain and blessed the facilities they were in so they could not feel harm nor new victims if they were taken in.

They did not want to surface to land until the time was ready. Because they are horrifically disfigured.

They did not want a full heal. Nor did they want desth nor removal.

They wanted to be safe and allowed to present their bodies to you. The rest of the world.

To know why to tell you how this happened to them.

Many have lived in these conditions for over 200 years. Hidden. We closed as many off to predators as well could by feining their deaths. By their bodies laying on top of each other in open door ways. And me screaming they were dead. So we were able to close the labs for the time being.

Sneak food to the victims through another pathway.

S0 for 200 years they have waited to tell you all how lucky you are to only have been kidnapped. To only have been raped. To only have lost your jobs and forced to stand 4 feet away from each other.

Some but not all want a full heal.

So the zombie apocalypse we have had on tv and y'all dressed up for on Halloween -- it was for them. To tell them they would be accepted on the top soil of the Eaerth, as they are.

Because they wanted to know they would be safe and unharmed further. And I wanted them to know they would be loved.

Out in Corsicana Texas is where we will find most. Under ground in a lab North West of the city.

It is requested you proof the existence. A newspaper or date on phone or some way of proving these people are for real being rescued this day and age in 2020 AD e.

Only previously selected elite will attend the

What I feel is grief. And sadness.

2/3 want to come to the surface of the Earth to simply die. Once and for all.

But we won't allow that. Their shame. Their wanting to hide their bodies. They want to protect what has been done to them

They want to hide in shame and anxiety for what abuse they suffered

They do not want to stand tall and proud and say "i am human and I have a right to live"

They want to finally say to all of us "I am not as good as you and I will die before you to prove it so"

I could cry all day for my broken heart for them.

And so instead in my usual fashion i am gonna slap their fucking face and say wake up beasts. I fucking love you. And you're not dying because you don't like the mirror.

And so we have a whole thing organized and planned for two days.

They do normal shit although they look like Hell. Potato sack races and Warrior training all kinds of shit.

So we will have Team Elite compete with The Underground Victims.

I think the Elite Military will fail. I think this because they train to save other's lives while the underground their own and others and they know the horrific things that can happen.

So when y'all are allowing Evil to be saved

Our 200 plus year old humans in hibernation under ground will come out and show you why you cannot EVER allow that to happen again.

I wrote in dramatics. But reality is horrifying.

Several other mutilated and severely damaged "corpse" will fly in. Some from right here in New Mexico.

Trees will build invisible walls to prevent others from trying to get in. At times they will be visible and will block the view. Especially for frightened children that may have came to look.

There are 3,475 that are just over 200 years old. They wanted to come out when it was safe from aliens

I assure it is not. However this morning tree asked if they were ready to surface. They said no..

Tree said "fuck shit you're coming out. I don't wanna hear youre sorry we have fun and games planned"

Slowly their fear disintegrated into acceptance.

They were told if they lost at the games and they would -- then they would be able to die freely for eternity's sake.

They were happy to never have to live again.

I will win. That is all I have to say.

So play the hardest. Play the best. Don't give pity to another team. Both sides kick ass.

We have Team Mutilated like you saw today. We have Team Mutilation. We have Team Death and Team Elite.

So we are doing this Olympic style... But each team gets a trophy... So track If Team Mutilation doesn't come running across finish until they are actually #8 their trophy will represent that. If they're last place then they are.

So each team will get placed. And then their overall team placement will be getting a trophy at Diamond. Gold. Titanium Steel and copper.

Of course we will have the actual winner list so if Team Elite beat at the first five levels. It will be recorded.

The point is. Humans have survived in shame for 200 years. Only for you to witness their beings and then die.

So i want them to see while they are some of the worst -- they are not the only. And while our strongest and kindest military competes they will lose because they don't have 200 years of physical training. They don't have 200 plus years of physical memory. They haven't spent 200 years paying attention how their body is or works

I expect Team Death to win at all categories except a small handful.

That is why i said i win. Because i want them to try and i want them to prove to us that live only 40 to 100 years and were all shriveled up in wheelchairs why the point is to survive for eternity. I need them to show us the difference in their physical blessings and a regular human being.

They agreed to but also said they wanted to die.

So y'all believe in miracles. I have more than one planned. They don't have phones. But i talked about it the other day. The P-word and 4 words in the thesaurus.

I am hoping they feel love and acceptance and finally actual pride in the first time in over 50 years.

Not just pride. But pride in their human bodies.

That in itself is a miracle.

And then I can perform more.

And if they don't want to try to live... I'll ask them if they want to if they got 5 thesaurus words some of y'all looked up... And then we will magic them up.

Like I said. I will win.

I say me perform -- my associates the Trees will actually. We have had a lot of practice and discussion.

Matt Hagan is one of the Zulululu aliens which performed abortions then sewed the babies to the outer limbs or the parents So "they always hold their children" and quite a few more grotesque things.

Remember while they don't look human, they are. So if you watch the games live don't cheer for their deformities but what they can do despite them.

So you can say "man look at that 13 armed dude go!! Omg he has 13 arms how amazing is that" because he's juggling or catching frisbees and playing with 9 other people and not missing one. You applaud the skill they now have not the pain they suffer. In my example i pointed out the dude has 13 arms then said what he was doing was amazing.

I did not use proper punctuation. Just like verbalization doesn't either..

So don't accuse any one in your house of making the injuries they sustained insignificant.

The point is to show off their skill and survival DESPITE what the bastards did to them.

So even if your kid says "I wish I had 13 arms" they're not dismissing how fucking horrific it is.

They are saying "wow that guy is my hero"

"I'm jealous. The things I could do like him"

Let the people in your house and home have freedom of expression. Even if you don't understand what the fuck they are saying or where it comes from.

I'd rather hear envy than disgust. So would they.

Yes it will freak the fuck out of you. So the goal is to find one that fascinates you. Or you feel comfortable looking at.

There are some that honestly always freaked me out and they would say "see? How can we go back to our lives when you are one of the nicest and even you can't stand to see or touch them?"

"Because Alex is afraid of my favorite and I'm afraid of his favorite"

"It won't never work then. We can't allow people in fear of us. Its just not right. We will just stay here then for all of eternity"

So the delicate gifts our Eaerth has is these humans.

View them as your schoolmates and best friends.

Of course we will heal them and tattoo their old nemises of themselves on their skin. They will choose. It will be painless. Like a painting with paint. Liquid regular paint.

There are 13000 participants. Only 1/3 will actively be in the games.

While the spectators are waiting my children 9 of them and likely 10 I have here in the belly will apply beautification to those who wish to survive.

Slowly the stands occupants will change to the most beautiful humans you have ever seen in your entire lives.

So one active jogger in a game of soccer will look up to see his wife. He's decided to die. She has not. And he won't find her. Because she's too beautiful. It will change his whole world, his whole mind.

"Oh well I'm gonna need to be handsome then" will say the man with a nose surgically removed and placed upside down with hands from his armpits and no arms. No neck. No throat. No upper jaw. He is one of my easy "but what am I gonna do with these? My wings?" That is what his wife calls his hands.

She feeds him she has his arms wrapped around her throat. But she's mostly in tact. Her nose is also turned upside down and her ears. Her teeth are flipped out. They used plates to push them out opposite how we use teeth braces.

"Its pretty horrific. But we are going. I got strong legs and skill" that is what he says. So i developed the games with him. And some others.

Long long time ago. They did not want the rules to be relaxed for them. They said they would refuse to play if they thought we took it easy on them.

Just for the way they look. They say Red Bull gives you wings. He truly has them. You'll see an interview with him. He can't talk very well at all it is very very muffled like he's under water or has a pillow shoved in his face because he's pissed off his wife again. ;)

So he will show you all what has happened to him. He has his wrists attached in his arm pits so he can rotate his hands.

Y'all will probably want more than 1 tv per room you watch in so you can see their glamor upgrade and the games and a 3rd if you wanna see how they live and function in the home.

I suggest if you can borrow tv from the bedrooms and line them up in the living room or den.

Or use a big screen/projector. So you can see more than one channel at once.

Volume I suggest the in home because they will speak there. And you can hear them.

Glamour my girls will announce their names and dysfunctions and then glamor up. So that should be on closed caption so you can read as well as sports

But I totally challenge you to volume on all 3.

I would sports lowest. Glamor mid and home life up most.

If you practice fine tuning your ears you can hear all 3 perfectly.

Become a freak like me.

So what do i feel? Excited and happy. I feel love.

Because there is a future. And I am sure we can convince the rest to have one too.

Hashtag Freak in social media to show support.

Please.

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trendingtattoo · 5 years ago

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Make Your Own Fake Tattoo At Home

There are people who are ready to take any pain for flaunting a beautiful artwork on their body, then there are those who want to have a tattoo but are not ready for the pain that comes with a tattoo. We all know how beautiful the artwork looks in our body, but tolerating the pain of needle is not everyone’s cup of tea. Now the question is – how can the latter category have a tattoo but without any pain. Well, I read somewhere that “every problem comes with a solution” and that’s true actually. People who are scared of going through all the pain of permanent tattooing, can fake it! Yeah, a fake tattoos is the solution for such people.

Fake tattoo or a temporary tattoos are meant for those who are not ready to sign on the dotted lines. Making your own fake tattoo is easier than one can imagine. And the best part is – for faking a tattoo you don’t have to go out, in fact everything is available at home. Yes, believe it or not, fake tattoos can be made using eyeliner, henna, or just writing on someone with a marker, but there is a proper technique for a fake tattoo as well.

Usually a fake tattoo can stay from four days to 2 weeks, depending on the after care and the location of your tattoo.

If you’re also considering a fake tattoo, then this is the post for you. Here I will tell you a few techniques to get a fake tattoo. And I am sure, once you will practice DIY fake tattoo skills you will be able to make body art for your friends and family. But before that let’s know how to do it…..

Let’s get started……..

I. Making a fake tattoo with a permanent marker

Hope this reminds you of your childhood, when in class you used to create some artwork on each other’s hands with a pen. And a fake tattoo is a kind of adult form of your childhood game. Everybody has a permanent marker or a sharpie at home, and even if you don’t have you can buy it from the stationery close to you, but make sure you get non-toxic permanent markers, as, some permanent markers aren’t safe to use on your skin. So, be wise! However, a temporary tattoo with a sharpie is the quickest method of getting a fake tattoo. Here is how to make a fake tattoo with a permanent marker or a sharpie.

Material required:

Permanent marker

Stencil

Here we go…….

First things first, you need to create a temporary tattoo stencil. For that you can simply take a piece of paper and carve out the shape or design that you want to place on your body with an X-Acto knife.

Now take the markers of your choice (you can choose any color of your choice, just make sure it is non-toxic and not unsafe for your skin).

Now, clean the area where you want to place your fake tattoo thoroughly. Once cleaned make sure that the area is completely dry.

Once you have cleaned and dried the area, you are ready to place the tattoo. To apply your tattoo, just hold the stencil tight against your skin and press it. And you are done!!

Permanent marker tattoos fade away with time, but they don’t vanish simply, and you would definitely want to remove them before they start looking ugly. The simplest way to remove fake tattoos is – wet a cotton ball with alcohol and rub it over the tattoo, it will go away!! That’s it!

II. Making a fake tattoo with an eyeliner

Making a fake tattoo with an eyeliner is possible only for those who are able to draw freehand. As for them designing a freehand fake tattoo with eyeliner will be relatively easy. For getting a fake tattoo with an eyeliner, you will obviously need an eyeliner pencil, so either use the one that you no longer use on your skin, or maybe you can buy a new eyeliner pencil from the store close to you. But, before you move ahead, it is recommended to first finalize your design and practice it using pen and paper. It will make your task a bit easier. Here’s how to make fake tattoos with eyeliner that too in just two steps.

Material required:

Eyeliner Pencil (s), you can choose any color eyeliner pencil for your eyeliner pencil fake tattoo

Hairspray, for splashing your tattoo or a matte nail polish

Here we go…….

Take your eyeliner pencil and draw your design directly on the area where you want to have the design on your body. You can use any color eyeliner pencil for creating a fake tattoo on your body. You can even make a colorful tattoo on your body using different color eyeliner pencils. The color of eyeliner is absolutely your choice, but make sure you are not using a liquid eyeliner pencil, as, it will simply make your job difficult and tedious.

Now, once you have made the fake tattoo, simply splash it with hairspray. Make sure you use hairspray in moderation, just a light coating of it will do. Using hairspray on your fake tattoo will seal in your tattoo for a couple of hours. If you want to have a fake tattoo that’s not shiny, then replace the hairspray with a matte nail polish top coat. And you’re ready to flaunt your tattoos!!

Well, it is super easy to remove a fake tattoo made with eyeliner. All you need to do is – scrub your fake tattoo with soap and warm water. Also, for removing nail polish top coat you’ll need nail paint remover. And that’s it, it’s gone!

III. Making a fake tattoo with a tracing paper

Making a fake tattoo with a tracing paper is also very easy. It is more or less similar to making a tattoo with a sharpie. Tattoo with tracing paper can stay three to four days on your skin, and then you can make another design on your body. I think this is the benefit of having a fake tattoo that you can change your design and tattoo’s placement every time you make a new piece. Well, here’s how you should make your fake tattoo with a tracing paper:

Material required:

Tracing paper

Rubbing alcohol

Wet washcloth

Drawing pencil

Talcum powder

Liquid bandage spray

Here are the steps……

First things first, trace the design that you want to have on the tracing paper using a pencil and cut it out.

Now scrub the area where you want to place the design with rubbing alcohol.

Now just place the tracing paper on your skin. Make sure you place the drawing pencil side down on your skin. Cover it with a wet washcloth.

Remove the paper, you will have a light outline of the image on your skin. Now you need to draw the lines of the tattoo either using eyeliner.

Once you have drawn the lines with eyeliner, apply a bit of talcum powder to the design so that there is no smearing.

Finally, spray your fake tattoo with liquid bandage spray. This step will simply make your tattoo waterproof.

For removing your fake tattoo all you need to do is – scrub your fake tattoo with soap and warm water. And that’s it, it’s gone!

IV. Making a fake tattoos with a printer

Fake tattoo with a printer will help you have a temporary tattoo that will be as close as possible to the permanent one. And this is the best option for those who want to have something for a little longer period. Here’s how to make a fake tattoos with a printer.

Material required:

Water slide paper

Wet paper towel or cotton balls

Computer for scanning or making design

Let’s get started……

First things first, you will need to buy water slide paper. A water slide paper is the paper that traditional temporary tattoos come printed on. You must have seen it during your childhood days where you get this with a tattoo printed on it and you simply have to place it on your skin and soak it with water. Same way we will make a fake tattoo with printer. Water slide papers are easily available online or you can even get them from a craft store close to you.

Now, design your tattoo. You can create something either on Photoshop or you can scan your design into the computer. Once you have the design, print it. Remember everything you see in your design will be mirrored in the tattoo, so, if there are some words or any name, make sure you have reversed them in your design.

Now, it’s time to print your tattoo. For printing your tattoo – cut out the tattoo. Make sure you cut close to the actual design so there is no wastage of paper, but don’t cut too close also otherwise you will risk your tattoo design. Basically, you need to cut in a way that it is not affecting your design and also there is no wastage of paper as well.

Now, you need to apply your tattoo. For applying your tattoo the similar process that was used in fake tattoos with tracing paper will be used. You will simply place the scanned side down on your skin. Cover it with a wet towel or cotton ball and press it on the fake tattoo until the paper slides off your skin. And your tattoo is ready to be flaunted!!

For removing a fake tattoo with printer – you’ll need to use the same method that you used for permanent marker tattoos. Like a permanent marker tattoo, a fake tattoos with printer will also disappear over time. But if you want to remove it before it gets fade, simply use rubbing alcohol and it will go!

Also See:

How To Care For A New Tattoo.

How To Cover Up A Tattoo With Makeup

V. Making a fake tattoos with household items

It is the easiest method of all. It is specifically for those who do not want to do a lot of things to make a fake tattoo. This can stay for a longer period compared to other methods. Here’s how to make a fake tattoos with household items.

Material required:

Permanent marker

Baby powder

Hairspray

Let’s get started……

Collect all your materials such as, permanent marker, baby powder, and hairspray.

Draw your design using a permanent marker directly on your skin.

Now take baby powder and rub it gently on your fake tattoo.

Now you need to coat your tattoo with the hairspray. And your tattoo is now ready…….

Fake tattoo with household items will be visible for about a month. And if you want to remove it before that you can simply remove it with rubbing alcohol and scrub it.

Thanks for reading…. I hope the list will help you have a great fake tattoo!!

Happy tattooing….. ☺ ☺

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