#Terry The Terrific

[jamesheathridge]

"Are you fucking my mom?" "A little close to the head, buddy. Am I fucking your mom? Terry-" "Are you fucking kidding me?" "Don't do this. She's a lovely woman."

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒏

🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - terry is frustrated, having to deal with the news of his friend and mother, he decides to go to his favourite place.

warning - smut, gloryhole, swearing.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Terry was depressed and pissed. He couldn’t believe what he had come home to, couldn’t believe his friend was fucking his mother, having to hear it whilst trying to sleep wasn’t something he really wanted to hear either. But it just added to the fire building inside him, and he had to get out of there before he snapped and did something he would regret. Terry walked inside a well-known building, too busy with his thoughts to admire the pretty sign. 

He storms in, placing cash on the front desk before he walks down the hall and into the room he’s looking for. Walking past many of the bare women and toward you, his favourite woman. He licks his lips as he stalks closer, softly touching your thighs and pressing his clothed bulge against your bare cunt. “I ain’t going soft today, sugar. So, I hope you're prepared.” You hum in response, feeling your walls slicken at the sound of him unzipping his pants and pulling out his long, thick member. Terry grips his throbbing base in his hands, rubbing his leaking tip through your folds before he slowly begins to push through your tight walls. His head falls back, eyes closing as a grunt falls from his lips. “Always so tight for me, sugar.” He buries himself deep inside you, relishing in the feel of your walls pulsating around him for a second before he slowly pulls back, only to slam harder into you. 

Your hands curl into the bed you are lying on, clinging hard as Terry slams into you. Soft whines and moans fall from your lips as he continues to pound into you. Fucking out his frustrations, his pace picks up, large hands gripping your thighs and pulling you closer. Terry stares down where the two of you connect, groaning as he watches his cock stretch your tight cunt, your white cream around his base every time he pulls out. “Feel so good, sugar. Doing so good for me!” He growls, gripping your hips as he slams deeper into you. He brings his hand down and locates your swollen clit, rubbing it. Your walls tighten, squeezing around him as he brings you pleasure. 

He lifts your hips slightly, allowing him to pound deeper into you, fucking into your sweet spot. He bites his lip, burying himself deep inside you as he feels your orgasm rip through you, causing his cock to twitch wildly as ropes of cum shoot out of him. “Fuck…” He stays inside you momentarily, catching his breath before slowly pulling out and tucking himself back into his pants. “Thanks, sugar.” Terry gives you a soft pinch before he leaves. 

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[abbatoirablaze]

Welcome To The Dollhouse, Fall From Grace

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: noncon/dubcon relationship, coercion, manipulation, unprotected sex, rough oral (M receiving)/rough sex, threats, purposefully talking down/mistreatment of women

“I’m just saying, Angel, you’re about to lose your room…” Bucky said gruffly as he looked at the young woman, “Hansen stopped paying for it after your little rendezvous with the cocky trust fund brat.”

“Ther-there’s got to be something that I can do,” she mumbled as she bit her lip, “h-have you tried my sister’s sponsor?  I’m sure I could talk to-“

“Kemp just picked up the tab on the girl who’s willing to sell her flesh to him,” he reminded Angel, “and I doubt that your sister’s cannibal is looking for more flesh to satisfy his appetites.”

Angel felt her stomach turn, “I-I can’t do shows on the floor, Bucky!”

“There is one guy who’s had an interest in you…” Bucky said slowly, “But from the way some of you girls talk…that might be worse than doing shows on the floor every night.”

“I-I’ll do anything…I just can’t lose my room!”

She regretted the words as the conversation echoed in her mind. 

The creepy assassin who used the children’s magician gimmick as a cover was possibly the cringiest man in the entire dollhouse. 

But he was the only one who had been jumping at the opportunity to be with her. 

Everyone knew that Lloyd Hansen, while extremely stubborn, and even more pissed off that Angel had slept with Drysdale, also knew that if he’d decided he suddenly wasn’t mad at her, and came back, then the new guy would have hell to pay. 

She was always going to be Lloyd’s naughty little angel. 

And every man knew that.

But Terry the terrific didn’t seem to care as he pounded into Angel from behind. 

Hell, she wouldn’t have cared either, had he not insisted on wearing his face paint.

He stopped her hands as she held the makeup remover wipe close, “don’t.”

“I-I just want to see you.”

“And I don’t want you to know my real identity!” he growled, gripping her wrists a little tighter, “and I’m the one paying for your lifestyle right now…so what I say goes…”

“Can-can you at least lose the cape?” The growl rose in his throat yet again and she felt nervous about having asked the question in the first place.  Her fingers relaxed and she dropped the makeup wipe to the ground, “w-what would you like me to do then?”

“I just had a job,” he admitted, “and right now…I need release.  So strip down and face the wall on your hands and knees.”

“You want to fuck me from behind!”

“Strip down and get on the bed facing the wall!” he repeated. 

Angel nodded as he let go of her, and she nervously reached for her robe.  When it fell away he groaned appreciatively.  One hand went down to his pants, while the other reached for her again, this time grabbing her by the base of her skull, his fingers tangling in her hair.  She whimpered as he pulled her forward into a searing kiss.

It wasn’t good.  He was practically trying to shove his tongue down her throat, and she could taste the chalkiness of his white stage makeup. 

She tried to ignore the pain from him pulling at her hair, by letting her hands slide up his chest and under his vest. 

Her stomach turned as she felt the movement against her thigh; a clear indicator that he’d reached into his dress pants and was stroking himself underneath the fabric. 

“I want you to suck my cock!” he growled as he pulled away from her. 

His hand came out of his pants and he reached towards her, stroking her cheek.  He smirked as his fingers danced over her lips, and she held back the bile in her throat as she could smell the distinct smell of sweat and his salty tinge of manhood on his hands.  When he removed his hand from her mouth she noticed the black lip stain that had obviously smeared to her face on his fingertips.

She could vaguely make out the tan skin that lay beneath the makeup as he pushed her head down, forcing her to her knees. 

They hit the floor with a heavy thud and he released her hair long enough to unzip his pants and push them and his briefs over his thighs. 

His cock sprang to life, hitting her chin before bobbing up and thudding against the vest.  He chuckled yet again and gripped the girthy length. 

Angel’s eyes watered. 

Everything about the situation felt wrong. 

Terry wasn’t Lloyd. 

He wasn’t her sarcastic, possessive, jealous lover who had showered her with sinful praises as he used her any way he wanted. 

The man in front of her was just some creepy magician with a fetish for makeup and a tendency not to shower from what she could sniff out. 

“Well!” he growled, his free hand reaching out to grip her by the hair once more.  He tapped his thick length against her cheek until he was almost slapping her with it, “I’m paying for you, Angel…suck my cock!”

Her mouth opened and she tried to turn her head, but Terry jerked it away from his cock.  She whimpered, but tried again.  This time he pulled her hair even harder. 

“Beg for it!” he demanded, slapping her with his cock even harder, “beg to suck my cock you greedy little slut!”

“Please…” she whimpered, the tears falling down her cheeks.  She didn’t want to beg for his cock, and if she could get through the night without doing so, she would.  Begging for it felt like she was truly cheating on Lloyd.

“BEG!”

“P-please, Terry!”

He slapped her again with his cock, this time, an imprint starting to form on her cheek, “AGAIN!”

“Pleas-“

He slapped his mushroom capped head against her cheek once more and chuckled, “I’ll show all those little whores what happens when they push me off until they can’t….”

And without further explanation he shoved his cock into her mouth.  The musky, sweaty taste made her stomach turn, and her eyes watered as he plunged his cock so far into her mouth that his head hit the back of her throat.

Her hands reached out, bracing and scratching his thighs, in an attempt to tell him that she couldn’t take it, but he didn’t care.  He kept up a pace, plunging in and out of her mouth, slamming into the back of her throat, until she was drooling and sobbing. 

His thighs were filled with scratches and blotchy from her nails digging into his flesh. 

“That’s right, you little slut…take it!”

“That’s right, you little slut,” he growled as he pulled on her hair until she was looking back at him awkwardly, “you take every fucking thing that I give you.”

Her mouth opened in a silent scream. 

Terry had fucked her throat raw, and she wasn’t able to do anything other than make a few worthless whimpers. 

“Bet your little boyfriend never fucked you so good you couldn’t speak, did he?” he hissed in her ear as his brutalizing pace continued, “you’ll never go back to him, you know.  I’ll keep you stuffed full of me and be your new sponsor.  Fuck you every time I have a job…maybe I’ll even get tired of visiting and buy your contract out…move you into a real nice place my ma owns…quiet little town.  Big fucking place…oh GOD!  Fill it with tons of little brats!”

Angel couldn’t answer as Terry reached his high, talking about his own sick fantasies. 

She felt sick as a warmth spread throughout her lower half, and he let go of her hair, collapsing onto her back.  She felt her stomach turn once again as she felt his cock spasming inside of her, ropes of himself filling her already stuffed cunt. 

Her sobs, though silent, felt like they echoed through her very soul as the quiet tears slid down her cheeks. 

She just wanted to be in Lloyd’s arms again.

[mrs-stans]

@Jinxfilms via Instagram Story (Dec 2, 2022)

[bucknastysbabe]

Sebastian saying fuck is my love language

[thebluemage]

Magic man Terry 🪄

[navybrat817]

terry the terrific has better eyebrows than me

I'm sure your eyebrows are beautiful, nonnie! ❤️

The short film was a trip. 😂 He can still get it.

Love and thanks. ❤️

[xcaptain-winterx]

Terry the Terrific Masterlist

One Shots / Drabbles

• coming soon

[girasolreves]

This is HILARIOUS! I’m rewatching it right now. I linked it below!

[cluescorner]

A Batman who kills people is a bad Batman. Except for Terry because he is my special boy. Terry can drown a man it's ok. He can literally shatter a woman it's fine.

[why-i-love-comics]

Absolute Power #3 - "Last Stand" (2024)

written by Mark Waid art by Dan Mora & Alejandro Sanchez

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤

welcome to the strawberry shack! where men from all over come to play with our sweet girls, using their holes for their pleasure and relieving their stress. come join us for more adventures in our dessert-filled room, sit back, relax, and read about these hunky, dreamy men.

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𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥

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!warning! these fics will include size differences, innocent kink, age gaps, glory holes, use of women for men's pleasure, dirty talk, cheating kink, and possible dark content (depending on the character). all characters/reader are of age.

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𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬:

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 - steve kemp

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𝒃𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒚𝒆𝒓 - andy barber

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𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏 - tangerine

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒄𝒌 - jake wyler

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𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 - colin shea

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𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏 - lloyd hansen 

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𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 - mark kincaid 

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𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒚 - lance tucker

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 - ransom drysdale

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒙𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 - curtis everett

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𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 - luke danes

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𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 - mickey altieri 

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𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒆 - frank adler

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒑 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒇 - lee bodecker

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𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 - clark kent (henry cavill)

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𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒅 - jake jensen 

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𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒆𝒔 - max burnett

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𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆 - logan howlett

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 - billy loomis

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𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 - john winchester

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𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 - ari levinson

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𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 - steve rogers

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒙-𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒏 - sam wilson

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒓 - willy wonka

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𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉 - patrick hockstetter

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𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒉 - johnny storm

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𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 - stu macher

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒏 - terry the terrific

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𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 - clark kent (tom welling)

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𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒖𝒎 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 - captain jack sparrow

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𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 - charlie swan 

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𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓 - negan

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𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚 - rick grimes

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𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 - dean winchester

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𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏 - nick fowler

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𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 - lucas lee

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𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒃𝒐𝒚 - nathan young

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𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒘𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒎𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒙-𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 - bucky barnes

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[abbatoirablaze]

Terrific Day, Terry The Teriffic

Word Count:  632

“Come on man, it’ll be perfect…”

“Some would even say…magical?” he asked in a teasing voice.  Terry’s friend shook his head at him, while Terry continued putting the finishing touches on his last trick, “oh, come on.  That was a good one.  It was funny!”

The two teens stared at one another for a second, Terry insisting that his joke was good, while his friend continued to deny it, “so you really think this is going to work?”

“It has to!” Terry said quickly, shooting his friend a glance, “I’m going to do it and ask her to the Valentine’s Day dance.  It has to work!”

“Well good luck.  She’s like one of the most popular girls in the school!”

“I heard that a senior asked her out.”  another kid added. 

“No way man, we’re only freshmen!” Terry replied, shaking his head, “I mean, she’s beautiful, but I doubt any senior would ever ask out a freshman.  That’s just…crazy!”

“Yeah…but she’s hot as heck!” another one of the magic kids interjected, interrupting Terry and his friends as he joined them on their trek to the ice cream shoppe.  He was quick to grasp at the trick Terry had been preparing, “what’s this for?”

“Her!”

The guys rolled their eyes as Terry stopped to admire her in all her glory.  His dream girl was the cashier at the ice cream shoppe; one that the boys went to just about every single day.  Her dad owned it and she was always there after school.

“There she is.”

“Are you really going to ask her out?”

“What if she says no?”

“Guys!”

The rest of the magic boys looked at Terry.  He nervously swallowed, before tapping his own chest, “I got this…alright?  When has magic ever failed us?”

A few of the guys began to offer quiet ‘good lucks’ and ‘he’s gonna need it,’ as Terry walked towards the doors.  Pushing his way through, he didn’t even stop to grab a table or even pretend to look at the menu. 

“Have a terrific day!” the girl called as the customers left the counter. 

Terry felt his heart soar as she came into view. 

“Welcome to-heyyy,” the girl began, but quickly cut herself off with the formal greeting, opting for a more informal one when she saw Terry, clad in his magician’s hat and cape, “you’re the magic kid from my class…right?”

Terry could only nod as he took a few steps forward.  The bell went off behind him, and he noticed his friends trailing in and grabbing a booth not too far away.

“Di-did you want your regular…magic guy?”

“Y-you know what I get?”

She smiled a little bit more as she turned away from the counter to get Terry his cone.  She returned and handed it to him, adding in a wink.  Terry nearly dropped his prop to reach into his jeans and get some change for the ice cream, but she shook her head, “don’t worry about it, this time around.  It’s on the house?”

“R-really?”

“Yeah,” she grinned, handing it off to him, “happy Valentine’s Day, Terry…”

“You know my name?”

“Of course I do…have a terrific day!”

“Th-thanks…Happy Valentine’s D-“

“Babe!”

Both her eyes and his shot towards one of the stools at the counter; where lo and behold a well-known senior and some of his friends sat.  She gave him a nervous smile before turning to look at Terry, “sorry…gotta go.  Jason hates it when I let him drink the milkshake alone…. have a Terrific day Terry…and enjoy the cone.”

“Yeah,” Terry muttered sadly, dropping his prop just under the counter in a defeated manner.  He turned his back and started for the door, ignoring his friends, “H-have a terrific day.”

[sarahreadstoomanycomics]

Preview of the Static Batman Beyond short from the upcoming Milestone 30th anniversary comic. Art by Nikolas Draper-Ivey

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Terry Sloane, the original Mister Terrific, by Jerry Ordway and Rich Seetoo.

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