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hxt1b · 4 years ago

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Euphoric

Masterlist

Mark x Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 1.3k

Synopsis: Happiness is an emotion that she likes to call fleeting. He’s the embodiment of happiness. What happens when he forces himself into her heart.

It was a cold day. Snowflakes were falling softly around you, dancing to the ground mockingly as they swirled around you. You watched as a couple laughed with each other sitting on a bench across from you in the park. The world was happy, but you didn’t have anything to smile about, you didn’t have anyone to smile with let alone laugh. You didn’t have anything. Happiness to you was a fleeting emotion that came slowly and left fast. You can count on your hand the time you’ve been truly happy. Three times. All three times the happiness faded to the bitter reality of the truth. You are not made for happiness.

Shaking your head lightly you peeled your eyes away from the disturbingly happy couple. You didn’t wish for them to be unhappy. You didn’t wish for anyone to be unhappy. You didn’t want anyone to feel the way you did. Going through each day feeling numb. Yet, that didn’t mean you wanted to stand and watch other people live their happy lives. That didn’t mean that when you saw them be happy you didn’t feel pain. Most would say at least you feel something. You didn’t agree. The constant pain was torture. It was better to feel nothing at all.

“You made it?” His voice was smooth, you could hear the soft cheer behind his words.

“Why wouldn’t I?” You asked, not looking up at him.

He didn’t reply, just took the seat next to you on the bench.

“I’m shocked you agreed.” You were shocked too when you said yes. He’d called you two days ago asking you to coffee, you felt selfish after you had agreed. Because to you, it’s very black and white. You knew the outcome; you knew the ending because it was the same with everything and everyone. You tried so hard to keep your hands to yourself so hard to constantly keep him at arm’s length, but all that work was gone to waste when his beautiful soft laugh came through the phone after he asked you filling the second of silence that would have been before you said no. But you said yes.

Now here you sat next to him on a bench in the park across from the two lovers laughing with each other. You finally looked over at him. It hurt, he was so blindingly full of life and happiness. He was smiling over at you, the smile twinkling in his eyes. His nose was red from the cold, he had his coat pulled up to his jaw. Your heart ached.

Quickly he stood up.

“Well let’s get that coffee.” He said and held his hand out for you to take. In your pocket your hand twitched, begging you to take his hand. You looked up at his face he was still smiling down at you. Slowly you moved your hand out of your pocket and slipped into his cold hand.

“Oh, your hand is so warm.” He laughed, “It’s nice.”

The café wasn’t far. Just a two-minute walk away from where the park was. It was warm and small. Mark led you over to a table and pulled the chair out for you. A small smile formed on your lips at his act. You took the seat. He sat down across from you and rubbed his hands together, a breathy laugh leaving him.

“So, I like the hot chocolate here.” He said making you look up at him.

You laughed a little at him, only Mark would ask you out for coffee and recommend hot chocolate.

“Hot chocolate it is then.” You replied.

You watched as he got up, looking away only while he quickly took his coat off, but it’s hard to keep your eyes off Mark. They followed him again as he made his way over to the counter to order for you both. His awkward laugh filling the small café as the cashier said something that your brain didn’t register.

You could feel the world lighten when Mark was around. With every breath, he took you could feel the room fill with this joy, with his personality. It took you over sometimes. Sometimes Mark would make you forget that those emotions were temporary.

He came back with two hot cups in his hands.

“I also got us a brownie, it looked good.” He said moving your cup towards you. “You don’t mind sharing, do you?” He was looking at you slightly concerned. Like the thought only just occurred to him that maybe you wouldn’t want to share the brownie with him.

“I don’t mind at all.” You were smiling again. It was easy to around Mark you didn’t even realize that you did it.

You listened as he spoke. He talked about his mom, and how she called him today telling him about something that he didn’t quite understand. You were just mesmerized by the way his lips moved when he spoke the way he had a knack for drawing out a topic that didn’t need to be. But you loved to listen to him talk. You loved the way he laughed every few sentences.

Two days later Mark asked you to a Winter Festival. Then to dinner. Then to a movie. And week and after week you were out with Mark. You met his bandmates and they teased him in front of you about how you were out of his league. You laughed more, you smiled more you, without allowing yourself, felt more.

The movie playing on the screen was not registering in your head. Your brain was zeroed in on the feeling of Mark’s fingers drawing circles at your wrists. Fixed on the feeling of Mark’s heartbeat as you leaned your head on his chest.

Mark's laugh shook you as something happened on screen.

“Dang babe I can’t believe that just happened in the movie.” He said through the laughter. You giggled and agreed with him even though you had no clue what even happened. Pushing off his chest you looked at his face.

“What?” He asked, “Baby why are you staring at me?” a nervous laugh leaving him.

Before you could think any more than you already were before you could let the doubt cloud your brain you pressed your lips against his in a soft kiss. Instantly he replied pulling you onto his lap. He kissed you harder and faster with each passing second, his emotions pouring out of him and into the kiss.

Mark had always been like this. Free and open. He gave his everything, and maybe just maybe this time it would last. Mark was your fourth one. The fourth form of happiness that you could count on your hand.

“What’s my name on your phone?” Mark asked later that night as you curled up against him in his bed.

“Uhh, Mark?” You replied.

“Oh…”

“Why?”

“I have you as ‘Girlfriend.’” You smiled into his chest not being able to look up at him.

“I’ll change your name.”

You rolled over in his arms and grabbed your phone from his nightstand going to his contact and changing his name. You could feel him watching you as he moved himself to wrap around your body again.

“Good?” You asked.

“Great.” He replied kissing the back of your neck.

But you weren’t wrong when you said that you weren’t made for happiness. You weren't wrong when you said that for you all good things came to end. You were wrong to forget. You were wrong to believe that this time wouldn’t be the same.

“We have to stop. We need to take a break. I can’t handle this.”

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kazcosmo · 4 years ago

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not a double date

oikawa tooru x reader

❥- mutual pining though the both of you don’t know, idiots to lovers (still idiots though), pure fluff

❥- word count; 2,028 words

!not proofread!

(g/n means ‘girl’s name’ because i have literally zero idea what i was gonna do there)

“It’s not a double date,” you tell him, fluffing the pillow behind you to make your seating much more comfortable on the couch inside your best friend’s dorm, “we’re just third and fourth wheeling.” You flash him a grin, “And while we do that we might get to fuck around and mess with him and his date a little.” You add, a mischievous glimmer in your eyes.

The brunette can’t help but huff out a laugh, leaning against his own set of pillows as he remembered the last time Iwaizumi had trusted the both of you enough to let you two go with him to meet with the girl he’s been going on dates for a while.

Come to think of it, it wasn’t actually that Iwa had trusted you both not to act like idiots, Iwa just knew that the whining from the you and his best friend would never stop until he’s allowed you both to go with him and his girl. Ex-girl, actually.

“Yeah, because that went so well last time.” Oikawa tells you in a singsong voice that would’ve sounded like saccharine if there wasn’t sarcasm dripping off it. You smack his arm, satisfied when he winces.

“Hey! It did!” You protest, pouting at him slightly. “Without us, Iwa would have never found out how incompatible they were, it was kind of obvious, but you know he’s way too polite to pay attention to how bad it was gonna go from there.” You said, beginning to feel a little sulky and grabbing the bowl of popcorn from him and stuffing a few into your mouth. Your reaction only makes him grin wider.

“Sure it was,” he muses, trying to fight the smile forming on his lips as you glared at him you’re your (stolen) bowl of popcorn. “She thought so too, didn’t she? Poor girl just gaped at you when you started questioning her like she committed a crime or something.” Oikawa knew you were telling the truth, of course. You had helped. He was there when everything went downhill. He might’ve helped a little bit, though his little prodding weren’t nearly as obvious or as embarrassing as yours. Heat creeps onto your cheeks and you send a pillow straight to his face.

He’s laughing now, the sound light and airy, maybe attractive if you weren’t so pissed off by his teasing. “God, shut up. And hey! You helped me.” you nearly whine, shutting your eyes and burying your face behind the blankets covering you both as if it would shield you from the onslaught of memories at just how bad (and embarrassing, on your part) it had gotten last time.

You knew that subtlety wasn’t your best suit, and you definitely weren’t subtle when you started throwing questions at the Iwa’s last date. But it helped prevent your friend from landing into a relationship that would have ended badly anyway, you just saved him the trouble of experiencing that.

He smiles at the sight of you hunched over the bowl of popcorn, muttering incoherently, face half-hidden by the blankets. He tugs your arm and you greet his beaming face with a scowl. Still, you scoot closer towards him, careful not to spill any of the popcorn and letting him hold you in a way that’s far too close for two people who are definitely not dating.

You both don’t seem to realize that this proximity towards each other tiptoed over the boundaries of being best friends, after all, you’ve subconsciously went over that line way too many times before.

“Maybe this time I’ll be the one to ask questions, hm?” He asks, the teasing edge still there in the way he spoke.

You scrunched your face in distaste but still agree anyways, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, just don’t make a fool of yourself.”

“Is this you telling me not to follow your footsteps? Trust me, pretty baby, I won’t.” He says it with mock sincerity that has you setting the bowl on the coffee table in front of you two and turning towards him to attack him with a pillow.

Soon enough, you both were whacking pillows against each other. Whatever was playing on the TV was quickly forgotten, just a faint sound fading into the background as your shrieks and laughter came. Just two best friends about to go on a not-date the day after this, having a pillow fight.

the not-date;

The four of you find yourselves in an arcade, you and Tooru buzzing with excitement, completely forgetting the existence of Iwaizumi and his date, the former watching you both with and exasperated look and the latter smiling at the childish antics that you two have been displaying ever since you guys met at the cafe.

Pleasantries jad turned into comfortable conversations over a cup of coffee. You nearly forget the fact that you were there to check if Iwa’s new girl has no intentions of hurting him, luckily, Oikawa didn’t. And every careful question was answered with every bit of honesty you two looked for. And soon enough, the brunette was spilling childhood stories about him, you and Iwa-chan. Giving more detail to Iwaizumi, of course.

Now you were in an arcade, per Tooru’s suggestion.

Your gaze lands at one particular prize; an alien plushy that has you locking eyes with Oikawa, communicating without words. And then you both were off, buying tokens to use, playing games to get the highest amount of tickets to see who could get the cute little alien first. Iwa sighs upon seeing the both of you take off, g/n’s hand tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie and pulling him somewhere to play a couple of games.

A while has passed since that, and here you were, glaring at the brunette, willing him to flinch a little so he’d miss his shot. He’s been going at the basketball game for a few minutes and what ticked you off was that he never missed. Your gaze travels down to where the machine was dispensing a ridiculous amount of tickets. The beginnings of a frown started forming on your lips.

You cross your arms over your chest, still glaring. He sighs, throwing his final winning shot, and this time you really frown a when more tickets starts getting dispensed from the machine. “That’s cheating.” You huff. He only chuckles in response.

“Sore loser.” He sticks his tongue out at you as he kneels to collect everything.

“I want the plushy.” You told him.

“Better luck next time then, y/n-chan.” He tuts and you resist the urge to kick him.

“Tooru,” He stills when you call him, head turning towards you slowly, hands cupping the tickets as he was knelt down. “I want the plushy.” You repeat, pouting slightly.

He looks at you, blinking once to break his stare, before he turns away, sighing again, “Alright, I’ll be kind. I can’t have you being all sad during the ride back home.” As you beam and thank him, getting on your knees as well just to give him a brief hug from behind, his heartbeat speeds up and he silently prays for you not to notice the red tinge on his ears that gave away how affected he was by you.

But you notice, you always do. But you stayed quiet, never giving him trouble for it. After all, who were you to talk? Saying he doesn’t have an effect on you would be lying anyway.

The day ends with you clutching a green plushy to your chest and Tooru’s hand slung on your shoulders as you, him, Iwaizumi and g/n walk outside and towards Iwa’s car, already having agreed to send them off and his date before going home as well.

“I had so much fun today with all of you guys!” she grinned and you can’t help but smile back. She was different, you knew it, and you knew you didn’t have to tell Iwaizumi that. With the way he looks at her, you know that he knows she’s really special too.

“Haji talks about you guys a lot, and now that I was able to witness it, I can really tell why you guys are such great friends.”

Tooru’s lips form into a pout. You don’t miss the look of mischief in his brown orbs, and you prepare yourself to smack his head for whatever nonsense he was gonna say, “She’s so nice Iwa-chan! You should try being more like her!” He mutters an ‘ow’ under his breath as your palm comes in contact with the back of his head.

“That really hurt y/n-chan!” He whines and you roll your eyes. You hear Iwa say something along the lines of ‘Well deserved, shittykawa.’ that has a pouty Tooru arguing with him. You take the time for your hand to reach up to where you hit him, hands softly tracing soothing circles on his head, fingers tangled in brown locks. G/n notices this and comments about it,

“You guys look so cute together!”

You nearly choke as you hear those words, eyes blown wide as you stare at Iwa’s date. Tooru rubs soothing circles on your back as you try to process her words. He doesn’t miss a beat, flashing a smile to g/n, “We do, don’t we, pretty?” The nickname brings a weird fluttering to your stomach and causes heat to spread on your cheeks, both feelings you were used to whenever the unusually sweet endearment comes up although you’ve never bothered to know why.

You shake off the odd feeling that has you giddy, and you decide to play along, “I guess we do.” You grin sheepishly. When Tooru’s hand reaches for yours, you make no effort to pull away, instead intertwining your fingers with his.

“It’s been really fun guys, I wanna do this again sometime.” She says, bidding you goodbye and seating herself on the front passenger’s seat. Iwa shuts the door behind g/n and you let go of Tooru’s hand, not noticing the frown on his face as you did so.

Iwaizumi moves towards the door leading to the driver’s seat. He had his hand ready to open the car door when he pauses, “This is your cue to stop being idiots and start dating, it’s really unbearable with all the pining you seem to have no clue you’re doing.” he sighs, opens he door and shuts it again as soon as he was inside.

Iwaizumi had driven off by the time you stop gaping and have finally regained your ability to speak, “I- What?” You ask, dazed by Iwa’s words.

Dating your best friend? The Oikawa Tooru who you grew up with? The same brunette who’s been with you through thick and thin, teasing you and whining along the way. The very guy who’s house you practically considered home. The guy who you shared your problems with and shared his too. Date that guy?

You’ve never really thought of it before, and now that you have, it had your head spinning.

Because it was also that boy who had made you smile no matter what. It was him that caused butterflies in your stomach and heat rushing to your face.

You remember all the times you’ve whined about him to Iwaizumi, complaining about how annoying Oikawa was and how you can’t do anything else but put up with him. Iwa had laughed then, for a reason you didn’t know, and he’d told you, “You know, shittykawa tells me the same thing and I always ask him the same question. Why are you so willing to put up with each other then?”

You weren’t able to answer Iwa’s question.

Maybe you can now.

Your head whips towards Oikawa who just smiles a sickeningly genuine smile that seemed so sweet, an arrow aimed straight to your heart, “Well, you heard him, pretty.” He holds your hand again this time, looking into your eyes as you stared in his brown orbs, ever as soft and sweet as the smile he’s has now.

“So, when can I take you on a real date? I prefer one where we’re no longer third or fourth wheeling, by the way.”

#haikyuu x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #haikyuu oikawa

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the-green-dot · 3 years ago

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razorblade180 · 4 years ago

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Twin Snowflakes 26: Preparation

[part 2 of 2]

Another day, another classroom bell. As far as Monday’s go, today was pretty harmless for Summer. Classes went by fast, Veronica only nagged her about what to eat for lunch, and P.E. was used for tournament announcements so she didn’t have to change. In a few minutes she’ll be able to walk out of the student council meeting and go home to escape-

“We’re all staying after school today, all of us.” Eliza said, filing papers.

Summer planted her head on the table. “Why do you hate me!? I’m nothing but kind to you.” She whined.

“Stop crying! Did you expect to go into the tournament performance cold turkey? This isn’t one of your concerts. Multiple things need to work at once. Which is why Harriet was kind enough to keep a platform up to act as a stage in the gym. You and your brother will have the band’s support.

Nick’s face turned to terror. He could see Summer’s face begin to get excited. “Summer, I know that look. Please remember that neither the band nor I are as skilled as you. Don’t go full dictator on us.”

She could only laugh and smile energetically. “That won’t be a problem if you hit the notes.”

“Not what I wanted to hear, Summer!”

Veronica got up from the table and packed her things. “You all have fun. I’m gonna get started on that outfit. The materials should be at your house by now.”

“Not so fast.” Eliza interjected, “Did you forget that you’re filling in on the cheer team? Their practice starts in fifteen minutes.”

“B-But my fabrics!” She gasped.

Eliza folded her arms confidently. “Sorry, tough luck. Harriet saw your moves and she gets what she wants. If only Amber didn’t twist her leg.”

Nick let out a snicker before hiding his smile from Veronica. Karma is a cruel mistress.

“I myself will oversee everything as best as I can while leading my own rehearsal. Don’t think twice to come find me, or the President, who should really be the one leading this meeting.”

“Nah you’re on a roll.”He smiled.

She gave him a glare before continuing. “Anyways, I also need somebody to let Valerie know the water heater is screwed up again and also that she should at least help with hauling supplies to Amity Arena; since she so rudely skipped this meeting.”

All of the council and other student body members turned to Nick instinctively. It was warranted but man did it blow. Summer glady stood up to take the bullet.

“I will tell her everything she needs to know, after rehearsals.”

“Works for me. Let’s move people! Time is ticking.” Eliza gathered her belongings and went out the door with the rest of the staff. Summer and Veronica gave him a nudge as they walked by. “You two still have enough time to do the outfit?”

“I fixed your sister’s uniforms in no time at all. I already have all her measurements I need so the annoying part is over.”

“What she said.” Summer added. “At this point I guess I’m being moved to wherever I’m supposed to be. Eugh, after school, even the name hurts my throat.”

“Think of it like this. We get to spend all day with Eliza!” Nick yelled out the door cheekily.

“I will answer none of your questions!” She yelled back, knowing she basically has to spend the entire day around Nick. She hadn’t told him yet but she was going to accept his offer. Her curiosity about his plan was too strong. The tournament was quickly approaching. Every step forward counts. Time to kick things into high gear.

Nick found the strength to leave the table and face judgment. “Alright, let’s get this pain over with.”

“Quit exaggerating! I will be a humble singing instructor.”

xxxxx

“COME ON NICK! YOU CALLED THAT A HARMONY!?” Summer was not humble, or quiet for that matter. “I know you can do better!”

Nick endured the criticism as he sipped his water. He was prepared for this but obviously the band wasn’t. Summer had everyone in their group scared stiff and onlookers watching in awe. This might be the first time they’ve heard her speak in school, let alone emote.

Her fiery nature was on full display and it’s intensity was higher than her ponytail. Free from uniform constraints, she wore compression tights and a thin long sleeved shirt that hugged her frame. Summer looked more sporty right now than she has in her entire school life.

The many eyes on the twins' practice didn’t seem to bother her. “Let’s take it from the top.” She grabbed her guitar and began to play immediately. A quick glare to the drummer snapped him out of his trance and got him to play, making the rest fall in line. Live practice was never a thing she did often. People ceased the opportunity all around the gym to watch magic be created before their ears.

Some legends are told, some turn to dust or to gold.

But you will remember me~

Remember me for centuries~

She nodded to Nick and he gripped his mic.

And just one mistake... is all it will take.

We’ll go down in history~

Their breathing synced up.

REMEMBER ME FOR CENTURIES~

Summer raised her fist, silencing the band. The performer turned towards her brother and band. A fraction of a smile crept onto her face. “Better. Not perfect, but much better.” She took a sip of water. “Not to be tyrant-”

“Yet here we are.” Nick said, earning a few laughs from the band and a glare from his sis. “What!? I’m boosting morale!”

“I know. It’s the only reason I’m not chewing your head off. Here I was about to compliment you too.”

“The biggest compliment you can give me is letting us finish the song completely. We’ve only gone about a fourth through it. Everyone knows this song.”

“Anybody can know a song but few feel it. I know you know this. The crowd at the tournament is gonna want hype and they’ll most likely sing along. Our job is to cultivate it to its peak. We are the opening of the event. I picked this song for a reason. If we come out firing on all cylinders then I know we can ride the wave through the whole song! Let me feel your hype, your energy!”

Nick pursed his lips. “If you want energy, then you let these guys have fun! Ice breaker time!” Nick spun around and pointed to the band. “Give me a funky beat!”

The members looked at one another, shrugging before kicking in a fun, funky classic; Billie Jean!

Nick let out the biggest “Yeah~” then started moonwalking around Summer. “Come on Summer, you can’t resist the beat!”

“Really? Of all the songs you think I’m just gonna-” She kicked her leg out and then twirled to the microphone.

She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene…!

Nick hopped with joy before chiming in as the band jammed out. Eliza watched the two from off stage with her color guard troop in disbelief, joined by Veronica seconds later in her cheerleader uniform. Eliza waved her hand to her group. “Guys, take ten. I guess it’s break time.”

“Those two seem to be having a ball. They always like this with council stuff?”

“Hardly. It’s the only reason why I’m not yelling at them right now. Can’t remember the last time they looked happy to participate. They can laugh their lungs out as long as the work gets done. Might motivate the others. Anyways, how are you holding up?”

“Oh you know, as much as a newbie could be in this situation.” Veronica shook her pom-poms for dramatic effect. “Feels nice to do something like this again though. It’s like wearing an old glove.”

“History with cheerleading?”

“Gymnastics, my ribbon work doesn’t stop with a needle. That was some time ago but I digress.”

“I see. Well...you move like a pro.” Eliza said, a little stuttery. She played with her hands a bit while focusing on the twins.

Her elevated heart rate rang like a bell while her movements reminded Veronica of herself whenever she first met Coco Axel. “So...a little birdy told me I got a fan of my work here? Got any clue who?” She teased, enjoying Eliza's jump a little. Poor girl's cheeks went red.

Eliza felt a crushing betrayal. “Which twin opened their big mouth?”

“Is the ‘who’ that important?”

“Ah so it’s both?”

Veronica tucked her lips in. “Uhhh I won’t confirm or deny that. To think I’d have a fan all the way up in Atlas?”

“Please, we don’t have to discuss .”

“Why not? No reason to hide it. I’m honestly flattered by it. Civil rights movements don’t attract the right kind of like-minded individuals typically. Then there’s the obvious regional differences.”

“Huh? Regional differences?” Eliza tilted her head. “Have faunus here been giving you a hard time?”

“No, but that’s because I’m making zero effort to approach them. Faunus here as a whole are treated crueler than other places. An outsider like me coming in and trying to ‘relate’ never goes over smoothly.”

Eliza was surprised. She had never heard of that before. “Oh, I guess I was being a bit presumptuous. Apologies.”

“No it’s fine. It’s just one of those annoying little things. A lot of the preach about wanting a voice and equality but sing a different tune when those voices start speaking because they aren’t the ones those people had in their heads. Sigh, we faunus are fickle creatures.”

“Boy, sounds like you hate your job?”

Veronica laughed, “Haha! I wouldn’t go that far. Maybe it’s my unique circumstance but as far as my personal beliefs go, Faunus and Humans are basically the same. They both hate and judge others far too viciously due to bias. I may advocate for our rights, but I’m not above calling ourselves out. It’s probably why the elders especially don’t care for my efforts.”

Veronica turned to Eliza and smiled. “Sorry, rambled for a bit there. Hope I’m ruining your hero perception of me. That is if I am a hero to you?”

“No. Wait! I mean it’s not ruined! You’re definitely inspiring to me. So much in fact that I got a cool magazine cover of you!” It took a minute, but Eliza’s brain registered what she had just said. “I…why did I tell you that?” Eliza facepalmed.

Vee was in shock. Her jaw slowly fell open. “Wow, you are a total fangirl right now. I didn’t think you could look embarrassed. Ha, you’re adorable blushing!”

“Please don’t talk about it…”

“Can I see the magazine cover? I’ll be honest. I rarely pay attention to those puff pieces. My mom handles all that.”

“Really?” Eliza patted her pockets before pulling out her scroll. “It’s from your rally in Vale.”

Veronica had a peek. “Oh I remember this!” The picture was from a year ago. Vale’s rally was pretty huge and loud. The photo was taken right when she had stood proudly on top of a car with a megaphone, protesters following her to city hall. “Not to toot my own horn but look so cool in this.”

“It’s surprising you’ve never seen it.”

“My eyes are usually glued to my sketchbook or a threaded needle. If I’m looking at myself then it’s in the mirror to see how fabric falls onto me or someone else. Speaking of clothes, maybe I can make you an outfit? First one is free. Just wear it to an event; tell your friends about it.”

Eliza lit up, but then immediately started to cringe. “An event is no problem. However...uhhh, yeah, rain check in the whole friend part. A social butterfly, I am not. Don’t have friends.”

“Uh Nick and Summer?”

“Gross.”

Veronica could barely stop herself from laughing out loud. The speed in which Eliza answered was swift to say the least. “Wow, and I thought the twin’s aunt was blunt? Are you sure that message is clear to them, because I’m positive they think you’re a friend.”

“I’m friendly, but not a friend.”

“Do you have their number?”

“Yes.”

“Sad to say you’re their friend. Don’t fight it.”

“What!? That’s not how- what!? From what I understand you and Summer aren’t friends, but I’m positive you have her number.”

Veronica nodded. “Yeah, but that’s necessary for multiple reasons. Besides, we actively shit talk one another. I reckon you don’t. I’m not saying you three are tightly knit. Just that you’re close enough.”

Eliza folded her arms and huffed. “I suppose so. That’s...annoying.”

“Look on the bright side.” Veronica grabbed Eliza’s scroll to put her number in. “Now you aren’t alone. We can complain about their antics together.”

The grin Veronica gave Eliza made her Eliza sheepish. The abrasive girl took her scroll back. “That...sounds nice.” She laughed under her breath.

Veronica couldn’t stop examining Eliza. This girl was all over the place! It was a little funny, awkward, and yet flattering. “Is this how the twins feel meeting fans?” The young lady could get used to this.

“Your last name is Marigold right? I’m so used to such a fierce expression that seeing you like this feels a bit unusual.”

“Used to? I take it you’ve spoken to my aunt then?” Eliza lit up.

“Not really. She’s been at events my mom dragged me to before. Didn’t speak with her directly but she looked pretty interesting. Her and my mom worked together before. You both and your father have some strong genes. I bet the mom must be jealous.”

“I...doubt it.” Eliza said, her tone drifting. The smile on her face faded back to neutrality. A silent breath escaped her lips while her eyes gazed into distance. Her change in attitude didn’t go unnoticed. Veronica’s ears fell watching her.

“Shit, did I...bring up something touchy?”

“It’s okay, honestly. I just wouldn’t know how my mom feels since...I’ve never had one.”

“Oh. I had no idea. Do you wanna talk about it or…?”

“Not really. It’s really not that big of a deal. You just caught me off guard since I’m used to people knowing that part of my life.” Eliza raised both her hands and gave her face a light slap to get out of her funk. Moping about nothing is pointless. Right now she was talking to Veronica, a person she admires! This was supposed to be exciting! “Phew! That’s better. Let’s change the subject. I don’t know much when it comes to fashion, but I have read about some of your involvement in contests.”

For a moment it felt like Veronica’s body had been hit by a truck. The muscles in her body constricted at once and her stomach felt queasy. “Have you now?”

“Just a little bit. It came up from time to time when I learned about your work with your mother. I gotta say your outfits definitely have your personality. More so than some of your contestants.”

“Heh, that’s not what judges think.” Vee uttered. “Not a first place prize to my name.”

“That may be true but that doesn’t make your designs less interesting in my opinion, but I know how you feel. It stings entering contests and sometimes not even making it to the end. Still, I really thought one dress in particular had it in the bag but…” Eliza silenced herself suddenly. She had forgotten the topic of this particular contest may not be light at all. “You...got disqualified?” She finished, cringing at her own stupidity.

“Yep. I got disqualified. No medal at all for that one.”

The air felt dead. Eliza clicked her tongue. “I had forgotten that part. The article never said why though, so it stuck out to me. If..if you don’t mind-”

“I actually do, a lot.” Veronica’s sharp response made Eliza jump a little. A few people passing by took notice of the aggressive tone, making Veronica mentally kick herself. “Shit, that wasn’t supposed to be so...I’m touchy about that day.”

Eliza waved off the comment like she was the one in the wrong. “It’s fine! I should’ve known better.”

“I guess we’re both even now huh?”

“Even!? I wasn’t trying to get back at-”

“Haha, relax before your heart explodes. It was just a tease.”

Eliza’s for got red. “Oh...of course.”

“You weren’t kidding about not having friends. I thought I was bad at small talk.”

Eliza held her head down. “I’m like a dumpster fire…”

“Ha, I can see that. I guess I’m fortunate to do speeches often. Easily the savior of my social skills. My parents are great but I wouldn’t say they aren’t the most elegant people in conversations. At least not ones that aren’t in front of a camera where they have to be. In a regular conversation they are as uncoordinated as they come.”

“I can see that. Yang’s sister does live here after all. She definitely has her own way of holding a conversation.”

“Pfft, that’s one way to put it. Just shake it off. We’re all kinda tone dead I guess.” Veronica laughed. This was fun. This was actually fun. Talking casually, who would’ve thought? She grabbed her water bottle to drink.

Eliza was also having a pleasant time. She was running low on conversation starters though. There had to be something that shouldn’t go horribly wrong. That’s when it came to her…

“So your head over heels for Nick right?”

Water sprayed out of Veronica’s mouth. How did each question keep getting her!? It shouldn’t even have been that bad yet here she was, choking over the most basic thing that everyone knew! Normally she hated being touched but feeling Eliza pat her back was gladly welcomed.

If Eliza didn’t feel bad before, then she definitely did now. “I am so sorry!” her voice was so spastic it would make Summer look calm. “I told you I’m terrible at this!”

“No, agh, no… this one is me!” Veronica coughed. “Damn, that really hurt my chest. It’s like the entire gulp went down the wrong pipe!” A few more coughs and another sip of water cured the promise. Veronica rubbed her chest and tearfully looked at Eliza. “Yeah I’m into him. Why do you ask?” Her desire to act like she didn’t nearly die was strong. “Wait, don’t tell me you like him too!?”

Water wasn't the only thing that was gonna be on the floor with questions like that. Eliza made a face that looked like she may have gagged out of spite. “Ugh, not a chance.” She folded both her arms aggressively.

“Cool, that would’ve been weird.” Veronica thought. Then Eliza began rubbing her chin. That was never a good sign.

“Weeeeeell…” Eliza said.

Veronica deflated like a balloon. “Here we go…”

“Huh? No! It’s not what you think. I don’t like him like that, or much at all really. However, I can’t deny he is...charming to put mildly. I can recognize that. As a whole, I don’t like Nick that much. There’s too much that grinds my gears. That said, there is a side to him I deeply appreciate. Don’t tell him that or I’ll deny it.”

Her tidbit made Vee’s cat ears wiggle. “You gonna leave me hanging like that? Elaborate a little.”

“Really? I didn’t want to diss him in front of you or anything.”

“Tah! Nick doesn’t need anyone coming to his defense and I’m not gonna bite your head off over an opinion, most likely.” She had to add that last part. Veronica doubted Eliza was going to say something that would be unapologetically mean but you can never know what a person could say. “Speak your mind.”

Eliza looked towards the stage to watch the council president in question adjust some light equipment to put on his sister. “That boy is...selfish in the wrong way.”

That sure was an answer. Veronica tilted her head. “I...don’t follow.”

“Nicholas Schnee is a people pleaser, yet he goes out of his way to do things on his own and inefficiently. He has the qualities of a great leader but doesn’t truly lead anyone. Instead he bends over backwards. This entire concert was his idea yet he chose not to fill anybody in on this for weeks; leaving us in the dark when we could’ve been further along. All that money, trust, and influence, yet I fail to see him use it with the care I know he knows how to do. It’s so annoying! Agh, I wish I had a fraction of what his name has.”

“Sounds like to me you’re a little envious?”

“A bit, but that doesn’t change my view of him. You know him. Am I wrong?”

“I’m the last person to judge right or wrong here, but I see what you mean. Nick definitely has his faults, no argument there. I told him the other day he was a bit pushy at times and overbearing. Still, I wouldn’t say those qualities are bad. Nick is… a man on a mission.”

The administration in Veronica’s eyes was clearer than air to Eliza. “Opinions aside, his heart is good. The love he has for family and friends is undeniably. I respect that.”

“Is that the part you deeply appreciate?”

Eliza shook her head. “No, that quality is a given. The side I like is one few people see. I witnessed it for the first time at a red carpet event several years ago. It was our first time actually speaking. I stubbornly declared I’d beat him in a tournament and show everyone how beneath me he was.”

“Wow, your social skills really are rough.”

“Cut me some slack. I was fourteen and cocky. Anyways, I expected him to laugh it off and give that fake smile he gives to the public. Instead, he gave this smug smirk at me and said ‘I can’t wait.’ It was actually chilling. I could tell from his eyes that he was threatening, no, intimidating me. He had no problem letting me know he wanted to take me down, and that’s exactly what he did on tournament day. However, right before our match, Nick took me to the side to chat. It was my first tournament. The anxiety I had was a plan on my face. Instead of using that weakness, he gave me tips to calm down. Having him focus solely on me in that ring was thrilling, different from his usual self. There’s an honesty about it I like. No way somebody can be nice all the time.”

It was for that very reason Eliza knew she had to hear Nick’s offer out. Whenever that look comes out, it spells trouble for who caused it. To think the plan involved beating Valerie? What could he possibly be up to?

Veronica rubbed her chin, intrigued. “So that’s your reasoning. Hmm.” She snapped her fingers and smirked. “Masochistic.”

Eliza bugged out. Her jaw dropped and she was seconds away from protest, until the snickering from Veronica let her know she was teasing again. A smile slowly formed and Eliza playfully elbowed Vee. “Shut up.” She laughed. “Talk about a mood killer.”

Veronica stuck her tongue out before breaking out into laughter when Eliza. Hard to believe the key to being social was being kinda bad at it? It was nice making a friend. Veronica didn’t say it but they were glad to be here.

Across the room, the gym door opened. “Well look who’s having fun!?” A voice bellowe, the condescending echo gaining everyone’s attention. To many’s displeasure, it was Darren sauntering in with his silent partner Max behind him. “Sounds like a real party here. Care if I join? Maybe shake things up a little?”

The upperclassman paced like he owned the place, watching. “Hard at work for my big day?” His eyes go to the stage. “Well if it isn’t the Jester of the School!”

Nick rolled his eyes. “Very original. I’d love to hear more of this comedy act but unfortunately the gym is closed for regular students. Please take your friend and your clown makeup somewhere else.”

“Pfft, you diss like a child.”

“Said the man who called me a jester.” Be it a deity or the universe itself, people should count themselves lucky Nick had high tolerance for stupidity. Darren’s presence was grinding it down however. Punches and nearly getting a friend hit by an asshole’s car did that to an individual.

Summer could see the sparks fly between the two. Grabbing the microphone from Nick with no hesitation, Summer took the lead. Unfortunately for Darren she didn’t have her brother’s tolerance, and she was on her favorite spot in the whole world. “You’re interrupting our practice and wasting my time. Beat it.”

The gym went silent. Did everyone hear that right? Summer Schnee...was rude!? Darren blinked twice, stunned. “Excuse me but, nobody was talking to you.”

“And nobody invited you. Scram.” She shooed him away as if he was a bug.

“Now is that anyone to talk to a superior? I don’t care how famous you are or what your last name is, you little princess. You just keep singing like a little songbird; it’ll be the only good press you get that day before losing to yours truly!”

Summer out of this expression of confusion. “And your name is…? Sorry, I just have a really hard time with faces when they don’t even rank in the top five.” Multiple ‘oooos’ and chatter started going. “Is Dean? Dunce? …..Dumb and Dumber?”

Max let out a simple “Hmph” while Darren got pissed. “So you got jokes huh?” He said through his teeth. It only took one step closer before Nick immediately stepped in front of his sister. Before either could give the audience a glimpse of tournament match l, Eliza flicked the lights off and on to gain everyone’s attention.

“HEY! Knock it off, all of you.” She demanded. Darren’s gaze came her way and towards Veronica by extension. Eliza took a step between the two, stopping a problem before it could start. “Na uh, eyes on me. One word to her and I might let Principal Coal know. May I remind you that after recent behavior it would behoove you to act like a respectable upperclassman, or else-”

“Hey hey hey there, little one, I just came in here to mingle a little; shoot the breeze and all. I’m not the one who got all bent out of shape and started insulting people. Ain’t that right Max?”

Unbothered, Max put his hands behind his head. “That is what happened; dumb jokes or not.”

“Yeah that’s- hey! You aren’t talking about my jokes are you!?”

Eliza took a deep breath. “Consider the breeze shot to hell. Now if you would kindly be on your way so-”

“Uuuugh, you’re so boring, acting like a lifeless doll and shit. Even her frail and tone deaf highness behind me showed some backbone for once.”

“Tone deaf!?” Summer yelled. She would’ve thrown her microphone if Nick didn’t take it from her. “Oh I really hope your bite is at least half as good as your bite. This ‘Princess’ thinks you deserve a public beat down for the world to see, personally delivered!”

“See you at the tournament!” Nick added.

Darren pointed behind himself. “See? At least they’re interesting.”

“If getting egged on by your limp insults is what you want then why should I even bother?” Eliza stepped to the side. “Best be on your way. You can earn my wrath whenever you feel man enough to enter a solo tournament instead of hiding behind your partner.”

“Oh yeah?” Darren glared. “Tough talk from a-” The back of his shirt was pulled by Max.

“Time to go. You’ve had your fun, and I’m getting a headache. No use talking. Let the tournament do all the bragging.” Max began dragging Darren to the exit until Darren brushed him off to walk himself. He gave Eliza one last pissed off look before giving a smug face as he walked away. “Tsk, drug baby.” He mumbles.

Loud footsteps and the sound of metal clanged behind him. Darren quickly turned around, ready for a fight. “Well I guess you can get ma-”He didn’t move. What he thought was Eliza losing her cool was actually her defending him with her baton from a very pissed heir with an Arma Gigas.

“He’s quicker than he looks.” Max grabbed Darren again and all but tossed him out the gym before any actions became an incident.

“Care to tell me why you wanna fight my battles?” Eliza complained.

“I’m not fighting your battles. My patience just got a little restless.” Nick unsummoned his blade and walked away. Thoughts of last night suddenly came to mind, making him sigh. “Sorry. Overstepped a bit. I’m gonna cool off.” He groaned.

Eliza rubbed the back of her head. That was...off. Nick must’ve been more ticked off by Darren than she was aware of. “Just don’t get so jumpy. The last thing I need is you not being able to kick his ass because you got suspended.”

“Haha yes ma’am.”

Eliza clapped her hands loudly. “Okay everyone! Get back to business!” She shouted, returning everything to normal. Thank the gods for at least giving Eliza cooperative staff members. Her body slumped over. Why can’t any event be peaceful! Damn that Darren! Now she wished he was in the solo bracket. Her head lifted to look at Veronica. “I take it if Nick heard that then so did you?”

“Little bit. I can pretend I didn’t. Makes no difference to me.”

“Don’t sweat it. Who likes beading around the bush anyways? You asked about my mom earlier. Now you basically know. To make a long story short, my dad in his younger years spent his money in...less than responsible ways. Who needs love when there’s plenty of clubs and corners with people looking to make a quick buck? My mother just so happened to get a little more than just lien.”

Veronica’s face scrunched up. “Yikes. That’s a lot to unpack.”

“Not really. Never had a mom so it’s not like I’m yearning for a connection when there never was one to start with. One day my dad noticed her pregnant and like you said before, I have strong features. A woman parading around with no home, every drug under the sun, and a potential baby that looked like the CEO of a company one kingdom above is a recipe for ruin. Many board members thought it best for my father to deny anything and everything. Apparently a few of them along with some kind individuals thought it best to move my mother in with him. This way the baby, me, would at the very least be healthy.”

“What about your mother?”

“Ultimatum. Fall in line with this new society and learn to act like a high class citizen, or take a generous amount of money to keep quiet. I don’t look like her so spinning a story wouldn’t do her well, and high class society didn’t mean she could get high any hour of the day. Took the money and never looked back. Tabs were kept on her for a while but she eventually became white noise among the gutter trash of Mantle. A druggie with tons of cash is never good. Most likely ended up in a gutter from overdose or somebody who caught wind of her spending habits.”

“Eliza that’s...I’m sorry that happened.”

“Eh, I’m not losing sleep over it. Not like I got a bad deal either. Contrary to what people might say about my name, my father is a decent man and cares for me as well. He’s by no means perfect but who is? Aunt May told me once that if nothing else, my dad doesn’t make problems bigger than what they have to be. I didn’t ask to be born, so resenting me would be shallow. We get along and that’s all that matters family wise. Though...it’s not like he got a raw deal out of it.” Eliza conjured a small flame in her hand. “He took the high road and learned he got Remnant’s first magical daughter in ages. Talk about good karma.”

“Way to look at the positives.” Veronica said.

Eliza put out the flame. “It’s just the facts. Unfortunately rumors floated and not all people were happy with the decision, so little tidbits here and there got learned. As you can see with Darren’s mouth almost getting him into trouble. The only thing bigger than his mouth is his ego.”

“Yeah, I’m familiar with his type.” Veronica said with annoyance. She was too familiar with it.

“Anywho, I should get back to practice. Thanks for chit chatting. And people say it’s bad to meet your heroes and stuff. I guess they’re meeting the wrong ones.”

“I wouldn’t go that far. I mean I’m pretty rad but you know...modesty and all that. I’m no Blake Belladonna or Yang Xiao Long. Just little ol’ me.” Veronica chuckled. “See ya around?”

“Sooner than you might think.” Eliza twirled her baton and went on her way.

Veronica watched the girl leave. No wonder Nick chose Eliza to be the one to keep an eye on her. She was tough as nails; with or without the uniform! A shame Darren outed her like that. Veronica felt a little dirty learning something Eliza didn’t want to tell her. Veronica was surprised that Eliza didn’t ask for her to return the favor. Then again, it would’ve been pointless. Veronica knew herself. She wouldn’t say a word regardless of fairness. She might have even lied. The girl let out a sigh, taking a moment to look down at herself before heading back to practice. Some things are just better left unsaid.

#rwby #rwby twin snowflakes #nicholas schnee #summer schnee #eliza marigold #veronica belladonna #darren diabhalta #max winchester

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Comics this week (12/16/2020)?

Iron Man #4: Still good! Every issue I remain surprised that this is staying good, and yet it does!

The Immortal Hulk #41: A real good revisitation from a completely different angle of the ‘here’s why regular superheroes can’t fix what’s going on here’ thread from way back in #7, and god between this and Empyre Ewing writes such a perfect Ben Grimm.

King In Black: The Immortal Hulk: Surprised this didn’t end up a direct follow-up on the dangling thread left behind from the Absolute Carnage tie-in, but this was excellent so I’m not complaining.

Solid Blood #17: A new Robert Kirkman comic (joined by Ryan Ottley) announced right before its release like Die! Die! Die! before it, this one has the added gimmick of dropping its seventeenth issue with no preamble. The actual comic...well, the actual comic is basically 1963 for the 90s in the most fun way (it’s even printed on authentically fitting paper stock!), but the seeds of something much stranger are established and I have almost no clue what to expect next, quite literally. It must be nice to have that sort of fuck-you Walking Dead money, and I’m glad Kirkman’s choosing to do something as weird and interesting as this with it.

We Live #3: This one felt somewhat disjointed, but still an excellent experience.

Stillwater #4: I cannot believe I’m getting and enjoying so many horror comics on a regular basis now.

Once & Future #14: I keep saying I’m appreciating and decently enjoying this book while not connecting with it, but maybe it is winning me over.

We Only Find Them When They’re Dead #4: Get this book.

Decorum #6: I swear to god this series might be the prettiest comic of all time.

Commanders in Crisis #3: I didn’t review this one for AIPT, but this one’s a bit of a bridge between the first two issues tonally, both as grounded and as weird as the book has been thus far. I’m ready for it to return to something more bombastic, but I still have zero doubt this is going to be an all-timer when it wraps. No character interview with Ritesh Babu on AIPT this month, BUT in its place @deathchrist2000 has interviewed Prizefigher for Comic Book Herald on the subject of an in-universe James Bond novel written by Steven Moffat, and it rules.

Second Coming: Only Begotten Son #1: To borrow a line from @deathchrist2000, that sure is the death of Krypton as portrayed by the writer of The Flintstones. That’s the opposite of a complaint for me, but that’s sure what it is.

Superman #28: Kind of a perfect ending to Bendis’s tenure, in that it ends up totally whiffing some great ideas even if you can only mind so much given the quality of the character insight with the narration, but then there’s a Superman Moment so perfect it breaks your heart. Very glad Bendis will keep writing him in his half-announced Justice League with Marquez, and that he said today he’ll keep writing him elsewhere as well (I continue to assume he’s working on a Future State-era Jon as Superman book). Let’s see how well Action can put even more of a bow on it next week even with that art holding it back.

Batman #105: Does the ending here totally make sense? Ehhh. Am I willing to forgive any lapses in logic that get us way more Ghost-Maker? Hell yes. Speaking of which, he and Bruce totally used to be a thing off-panel, right? That’s the vibe I got from the opening in a BIG way.

Catwoman #28: I’ve been saying I’ve been loving it but also been waiting for what it looks like when it gets out from under Brubaker’s shadow, and I think I’m starting to see it, and it’s definitely my jam.

The Batman’s Grave #12: So someone either didn’t see or didn’t care that I explained I had already checked with my store to ensure my purchase of this wouldn’t result in any money going to Warren Ellis, so they messaged me spoilers for the ending of the issue in an attempt to ‘dissuade me’ from any further interest. A. Wherever the motives there are coming from, incredible dick move, for the love of god don’t do this. B. They misunderstood what happened in the ending? Wild. Anyway, it’s fine but also Ellis’s fourth-best Batman comic, strange if not at all undeserved that his now presumed/hopeful final Big Two comic, intended as a huge prestige Batman perennial (still confused why it wasn’t Black Label) and sure to forever be pushed as such if not for outside circumstances, ended up one of his passable third-tier works, destined to be remembered only as “that Batman comic DC had to finish publishing even after it turned out Warren Ellis was a piece of shit”.

Rorschach #3: Standard policy regarding my comments on this series applying: it was good.

Dark Nights: Death Metal #6: This one...kinda blew? Totally perfunctory moving-the-pieces into place issue for the most part, one or two nice moments aside. What a disappointing capstone to a story from 2017 to now I largely loved, hope it at least delivers a few haymakers with the finale.

Tales of the Dark Multiverse: Crisis on Infinite Earths: Mixed feelings. The beginning and ending are the sort of slaughter in mass of super-dopes without fanfare and on such a scale that it reminds me of World’s Funnest doing the exact same scenes for comedy, but that middle chunk? By god, Orlando makes me give a shit about the JSA, and that’s no mean feat, plus nice to see him write a few great Superman bits on his way out the door. Speaking of which, I’m mainly parsing this issue as an expression of Orlando’s bitterness over said exit and his time with DC as a comic about a big swaggering puffed-up dumbass living for destruction before whom our heroes our powerless, and a man has to sacrifice himself for a queer kid in servitude to it so that they can have a future and keep building that world. I liked it in balance, but I think I found it more interesting than good.

(Since I’m mentioning two Orlando books in here, worth noting I read this week his and Ricardo López Ortiz’s The Pull on Comixology. I’m not clear if it was released in single issues - I can’t quite wrap my head around TKO’s publishing model - but it’s basically an unholy mash between shonen manga, grungy noir crime comics, and a Crisis, and it rules and you should get it.)

The Green Lantern Season Two #10: What a strange, messy, fascinating capstone to Morrison’s DC work this series has turned out to be, and holy cow how has this been Liam Sharp lately? When did he get on this amazing Frazer Irving shit? And how is Ultrawar gonna happen and be resolved entirely within #12, unless it goes for a more abstract “The Ultrawar was really inside us all along!” conclusion?

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Fate and Phantasms #5: Nero Claudius

Today’s servant build is the glorious emperor of our beloved Roma, Nero Claudius! Nero only has two rules:

1. You do whatever you want

2. You look sexy as hell doing it.

Her spreadsheet is over here, and details are under the cut.

Background and Race

It’s a common mistake, but despite Nero’s incredibly good looks she is not a goddess, but in fact a Human, giving her +1 to all stats. She’s also “only” a Noble. We all have to make sacrifices. This gives you proficiency in History and Persuasion, as well as a Position of Privilege, making it easier for you to score an audience with other, less powerful nobles.

As always, we’re using the standard array, but feel free to roll if you want to. Put your highest score in Charisma, you’re the epitome of beauty, and depending on the writer everyone loves you.

Follow this with Dexterity. Stumbling doesn’t look good, and you’re all about looking good.

Next is Intelligence. You’re flighty, not stupid.

Then is Constitution. You’re not “Thicc”, to borrow modern parlance, but you’ve got curves where you need them.

Our neutral score goes into Strength. Muscles aren’t beautiful, but you don’t need them anyway.

Finally, dump Wisdom. Like I said, you’re flighty. Very, very flighty.

Class Levels

1. In case the opening didn’t clue you in, you’re a Bard. This gives you proficiency in Light Armor, Simple Weapons, Hand Crossbows, Long and Shortswords, rapiers, and three instruments of you choice. You also gain proficiency in any three skills, so pick out Acrobatics so you can add some fancy footwork to your attacks, Animal Handling because all the lions in the Colosseum love you, and Performance, because you are the best singer you know. You also get proficiency in Dexterity and Charisma saves.

At first level, you gain Bardic Inspiration, letting you use a bonus action to give a die (currently a d6) to another creature. Within 10 minutes, that creature can roll that die and add the roll to an ability check, saving throw, or attack roll. These dice can’t stack, and they have to be used before a success or failure is declared. You can hand out a number of dice equal to your Charisma mod each long rest. Let no one say you’re not generous.

You also gain Spellcasting, using your Charisma as the spellcasting ability. You start with two cantrips and four first level spells. Pick up Friends to improve your social standing and Prestidigitation, because clouds of rose petals should always announce your arrival, and buying real ones that often is a pain.

For first level spells, Charm Person and Animal Friendship ensure your beauty can be appreciated by all the creatures of Rome. Get Unseen Servant, because nobody should have to pour their own wine, and Cure Wounds, to patch up party members those few times you aren’t perfect.

2. At second level, bards gain Jack of All Trades, adding half your proficiency to any ability check that doesn’t use it. Notably, this includes initiative, so don’t forget how awesome you are.

You also gain Song of Rest. You can now add a d6 to any healing done on a short rest.

Grab Dissonant Whispers as well. Your musical skill is so prodigious even your enemies will rush off to tell the world!

3. At third level, you enter the College of Swords, gaining proficiencies in medium armor and the scimitar. You can also use your weapon as a spellcasting focus. You gain a fighting style, Dueling, which gives you +2 to melee damage rolls while only holding a one-handed weapon.

You also learn Flourishes, maneuvers you can add to your normal attacks. Whenever you attack, you gain 10′ of movement speed that turn, and on a hit you can spend an inspiration die to add a flourish to that attack. You get three options, all of which also add the roll to your original attacks damage: Defensive Flourish: Add the roll to your AC until the start of your next turn. Slashing Flourish: Deal the roll in damage to another creature within 5′ of you. Mobile Flourish: Push the creature the roll + 5′ away from you. You can then move to an empty square next to them, preferably dashing through them during the attack.

You gain second level spells this turn, so it’s time to gain your Imperial Privilege, a.k.a. Enhance Ability. This spell grants advantage on any one kind of ability check to a willing creature (i.e. you), and has additional effects if you choose Constitution (2d6 temporary HP), Strength (2x carrying capacity), or Dexterity (No fall damage under 20′). Between this and Jack of All Trades, you can suddenly decide to be really good at pretty much any skill.

You also gain expertise, doubling your proficiency in Performance and Persuasion.

4. At fourth level, bards receive an Ability Score Improvement. Put yours into Dexterity and Constitution.

You’ll also get Pyrotechnics, because making the perfect entrance is always your highest priority.

5. At fifth level, you become even more inspiring as all your inspiration dice become d8s. You also become a Font of Inspiration, regaining all Inspiration dice on short rests. Grab Major Image so you can create a whole entourage to follow you around.

6. At sixth level, you get Countercharm. Now you can put on a performance to help your friends avoid being frightened or charmed. As a part of the College of Swords, you also gain an Extra Attack. Unfortunately, you can only use one flourish per turn, but you do get the extra movement. Take Hypnotic Pattern to awe the world with your artistry!

7. At seventh level, grab Freedom of Movement. You’re not the kind of woman to get tied down, figuratively or literally.

8. At eighth level, put your Ability Score Improvement into Charisma for more inspiration and higher spell saves. Also, grab Charm Monster. More of the world becomes an audience for your art!

9. Ninth level bards get a boost to their song of rest, turning it into a d8. Grab Hold Monster for your next spell to ensure a receptive audience.

10. At tenth level, your inspiration dice become d10s. You gain more Expertise, this time in Acrobatics and Animal Handling. This is mostly because the only other skill you have proficiency in is History, and that’s boring.

You’re also privy to Magical Secrets, spells from any caster class, and another cantrip. Grab Elemental Weapon to make your sword as beautiful as you are, Thaumaturgy for even more bombastic entrances, and Vicious Mockery, because the only thing worse than a smug anime girl is a smug anime girl laughing at you.

11. Grab Mass Suggestion, a.k.a. the best explanation for Septem.

12. Use another Ability Score Improvement to max out Charisma. Now you’re almost as charming as you think you are!

13. You get another boost to Song of Rest, turning it into a d10. Grab Mirage Arcane for this level’s spell, letting you build the Golden Theatre yourself! It will still be a couple levels before you can pull off your Noble Phantasm properly, though.

14. When you graduate from the College of Swords, you learn a Master’s Flourish, letting you use flourishes without spending inspiration dice. The drawback is you can only use them for free as a d6. You also get more Magical Secrets. Grab Mordenkainen’s Magnificent Mansion for some well deserved R&R, and Steel Wind Strike so you can weave through the barbarian hordes with grace and dignity.

15. At fifteenth level, your bardic inspiration grows to d12, further empowering your friends and yourself. You also grab a new spell Glibness, meaning charisma checks basically don’t exist for you any more.

16. You get another Ability Score Improvement for Dexterity, making you more graceful than ever before.

17. Your final improvement for Song of Rest turns it into a d12 as well. You also grab Foresight as your ninth level spell, granting you advantage in almost everything you do. 11 minutes of prep time is a far cry from one NP animation, but it’s still really impressive.

18. You get a final round of Magical Secrets. Grab Mass Heal to help out the rest of your party, and Wish, because you deserve it for helping out your party with that mass heal thing. Go on, have a little causality reversal, as a treat.

19. Use your last Ability Score Improvement for Constitution for better health and concentration.

20. Finally, you get Superior Inspiration. Whenever combat starts, you’ll never be without at least one inspiration die.

Pros: You have Wish. More seriously, like most bards you have pretty much zero issue charming your way out of anything that isn’t straight combat with a paladin, whether that’s magically or just laying on the schmooze. You’re not tough enough to be on the front lines that long, but you don’t need to be. You have plenty of ways to dart in, hit someone to get more movement, then dart back out. If you know a big fight is coming, you can always set up your own personal arena and hold an impromptu Nerofest on their asses.

Cons: Your wisdom save is terrible, and there’s not much you can do about that if you get ambushed. You may be the master of charm, but you’re also the master of getting charmed. Plus putting all your spells into charms and the like means your ability to heal the party is weaker than other bards. Plus, if you actually try to do everything with liberal uses of Enhance Ability on just yourself, the party may not like you that much.

#fgo #fate grand order #Nero Claudius #DnD #fate and phantasms

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siyeonjisoo · 6 years ago

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I went to see Miyavi today and it was absolutely one of the hottest days I have intentionally spent outside without being at the beach or pool or something like that. I woke up at 6 and left my house by 7:15 so I could line up early. I only had GA so I wanted to make sure I was gonna have a good spot in the line but I also wanted to be up close with my friends who also usually camp out all day.

Got there at like...9-ish and was the actual fourth person in line. Among the folks who had GA tickets, I was actually second cuz half were VIP and half were GA. This was the first time Miyavi had performed in NYC but not at Irving Plaza or at a special event somewhere else so I was joking around that maybe the rest of the line was actually there by mistake lol.

Another 2 people showed up over the next 3 hours before Miyavi got to the venue. So he got out of the van and he came over. Almost didn't stop to greet all of us individually. Like we were right next to the door and he looked like he was gonna say hi while walking in but then he recognized at least 2 of the people in the line and thought better of it. Shook everyones hand and had something slightly different to say to each of us before heading inside. All in the spirit of thanking us for being here or asking if we were ready to rock and what not. Like 10 minutes later, the next few folks joined the line and we were screaming over him coming by still and they were so upset they missed him.

I spent the rest of my day just chatting and catching up with my friends that I really only end up seeing like once a year at Miyavi shows and seriously hate it. I need to see y'all more often! I honestly almost cried on the train ride home thinking about how I'm gonna miss y'all. </3

The girl who got in line directly behind me ended up being one of the most amazing human beings I could have met that day. Her friend bailed on her after she had bought two VIP tickets so she had an extra one. WHICH SHE GAVE TO ME. So I got to go inside and have the meet and greet experience before the show! I kind of was so much in shock that I didn't really tell him much of anything other than thanking him and telling him I look forward to rocking with him. We were told by security that we weren't allowed to touch him but he extended his hand before I could even say hi. And he like put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me flush against his side for the pictures. I had ZERO space between me and him in that picture and it was done by him, not me creeping on his personal space. lol.

It wasn't until this afternoon that the full weight of HAVING MET HIM AND BEING ABLE TO SPEAK TO HIM FOR LIKE A FULL MINUTE is a THING THAT HAPPENED crashed on me and I just started crying while sitting on my couch. I just remember the first time I saw him and it was just overwhelming to be in the same room as him with hundreds of other fans. This time, it was literally me, Miyavi, two photographers, and maybe a manager and security staff somewhere behind the lights that I couldn't see. I couldn't quite get out the words I wanted to. I couldn't get up the nerve to thank him for giving me something to pull myself out of my depression when I was a teenager. I couldn't get up the nerve to tell him he is going to be the inspiration for my next tattoo that is going to be a companion to my the GazettE tattoo. So I'm a little bit bummed at myself for that but I still got the pictures and the as-close-to one-on-one time I will ever get with him unless I run into him on his free time and I am thankful for that and will choose to focus on that instead.

Leave the m&g and walked in a daze up to the barricade where my friends are waiting. looked at the pictures and they both turned out surprisingly good. I went to check out getting merch but the line for that was WAY too long and there was only one person behind the table selling stuff so I gave up when I saw the people I recognized to be the front of the GA line coming in. I knew it meant I might have trouble getting back to my friends who were saving my place at the barricade and I don't need to be buying merch, I'm okay without it.

Stood around chatting with folks and making even more new friends for the next 2 hours but it seemed to FLY by. Almost. When the show started I expected to get crushed against the barricade but I didn't. I actually had a few inches to move on all sides around me so I was able to keep my feet from growing numb like usual. I had stashed my bag in a friends hotel room nearby so I didn't have to worry about stepping on that or anything and my phone was secured in another friend's bag so I was completely free to enjoy as much as I wanted.

And enjoy I did. I was positioned on the drum side of center but still 3 people off of the dead center. I was on the barricade. I screamed and cheered and sung my heart out. I headbanged when I could. I have the bruises on the back of my upper arms to prove I was on the barricade and resting my arms on it throughout. Miyavi kept teasing us with his sexiness that somehow only gets stronger the more times I see him. I can't explain it.

We taught him some English slang, you're the sauce. He was so confused "s.a.u.c.e. sauce?" Spelling it out. Asking DJ johnny. Said he would Google it later since he still didnt fully trust us to be honest with the meaning we gave him lol. Someone in the crowd shouted about wanting pizza and Takamasa Lee Ishihara replied "pizza? no, I prefer Whole Foods" and I almost peed myself from laughter.

He also is so sexy I actually went weak at the knees when he did some shit.

In the chats I had with my friends before, I convinced them to help me get Bobo (the drummer)'s attention. So when he came out we all screamed like crazy for him instead of Miyavi. And we were right in front of his drum set so they knew we were there. Every time it was quiet enough after songs, I started a Bobo-call. First two times it happened Bobo sat there with zero emotion on his face, staring at the wall across from him. Miyavi was watching it unfold with amusement and would say something to Bobo but not into his microphone so no clue what it was but he would say something and then laugh. I had kinda given up hope that I would get properly acknowledged until the very end of the show. After they all bowed after encore, I kept calling him instead of Myv and giving him hearts and he noticed and looked so cute and embarrassed and like nodded/hands together bowed at me. He is just the most precious.

My friend got a copy of the setlist so that's attached here. This man is a fucking beast and I love him so much.

I also love all of my friends who were there. Thank you all for loving me and accepting me into our lovely #concertfam

#miyavi #under the same sky #no sleep till tokyo #nyc #sony theater #janjan's face

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lexx-mlem-tumblerer · 7 years ago

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lONG QUIZ

(btw i edited this so i could report on tumblr and dev art i will leave a link to the dev art one right here ;https://www.deviantart.com/cloakedeclips-qp/journal/LONG-QUIZ-773977454?ga_submit_new=10%3A1543101824 )

time started 5:00pm 1. Name : KRW 2. Nickname(s) : luecus 3. Gender: male 4. When do you feel best (morning, afternoon, night) 5. Are you talkative? : yes 6. Tend to find fault with others : no 7. Does a thorough job : yes 8. Is depressed : extreamly and crippling i have a darkness inside me 9. Is relaxed and handles stress well : sometimes depends on my emotional and mental state 10. Is curious about lots of different things : yes ocean space animals you name it 11. Is full of energy : yes absolutely i love to be energized 12. Starts fights with others : if you piss me off 13. Worries a lot : yes 14. Is lazy :no 15. Cold or Hot? 16. Light or Dark? 17: Sweet or Salty? 18. Coke or Lemonade? 19. Candy in Popcorn? 20. Loud or Quiet? 21. Fast or Slow? 22. Soft or Hard :3? 23. Easy or Difficult? 24. Shiny or Sparkly? 25. Vampires or Werewolves? 26. Puppies or Kittens: 27: Rain or Shine? 28: Country or City? 29: France or Fiji? 30. Hamburger or Hot dog? 31. Palm tree or Weeping Willow? 32. Dancing or Painting? 33. Story writing or Reporters Writing? 34. TV or Computer? 35. Face book or MySpace? 36. Windows or Mac? 37. Paint (program) or Photoshop? 38. Bases or Normal Computer Drawing? 39. Computer Drawing or Freehand? 40. Colour or Black and White? 41. :la: or :meow: ? 42. Anime or Manga? 42. Have a Diary? yes but thats my secret 43. Have a stuffed toy? To be exsact 192+ 44. Used to have one? still 45. What was / is it? hu 46. Have a pet? 2 47. What is/are they/it ? dog and a rtabbit 48. Have an instrument? lost intrest in it and slowly stopped playing 49. Do you have a piggy bank (any shape) ? no 50. Do you own more than 5 computer games? a lot 51. Do you know who Zelda is? no 52. Do you have an ipod or mp3 or CD player? yes 53. Do you have a gaming console? yes ps4 ps3 3ds and a phone 54. Do you have a bookcase? no 55. Do you own a novelty item, e.g. hannah montana gum boots, spongebob umbrella? yes 56. Can you knit? bearly 57. Can you crochet? no 58. Can you sew? i do a crappy job but i try 59. Can you do the can can? what is that 60. Can you play more than one instrument (including vocal training)? yes 61. Can you whistle? yes 62. Can you curl your tongue?no 63. Can you click your fingers? snapping? yes 64. Can you touch type? yes 65. Can you eat chilli? no 66. Can you read books with more than 600 pages? yes 67. Can you crack your knuckles? no and you shoudlnt do that 68. Can you crack your neck? no 69. Can you crack your toes? no 70. Can you crack your fingers?no 71. Can you do the moon walk? yes i love to 72. Can you eat snails? once 73. Can you cook? WIFE MATERAL BITCHES 74. Can you sing? yes i love to sing but i'm stage fright 75. Can you dance? yes 76. Can you talk in chipmunk?no 77. Can you raise your eyebrows? yes 78. Can you raise one eyebrow? idk 79. Can you sing the song banana phone? no 80. Can you eat mayonnaise straight out of the jar? NO 81. Do you like pickles? no 82. Do you like pie? cirtian kinds lemon blackberry and blueberry 83. Do you like mayonnaise? under some circumstances 84. Do you like tomato sauce? yes 85. Do you like candy floss? yes 86. Do you like pumpkin? i love it both carving and eating 87. Do you like asparagus? no 88. Do you like brussel sprouts? never tried it 89. Do you like beans? yes 90. Do you like silver beet? what? 91. Do you like carrots? yes 92. Do you like potato? yes 93. Do you like kumura (sweet potato)? I LOVE THEM WITH ALL MY HEART 94. Do you like tomatoes? no 95. Do you like apples? if made right 96. Do you like bananas? meh 97. Do you like pears? never tried 98. Do you like oranges? meh 99. Do you like mandarins?ok 100. Do you like strawberries? love (SORRY ABOUT SKIPPING 11 HERE) 111. Do you like blueberries? yes 112. Do you like blackberries? yes 113. Do you like peaches? yes 114. Do you like raspberries? yes 115. Do you like nectarines? never tried 116. Do you like music? 117. Do you like classical music? 118. Do you like rock music? 119. Do you like pop music? 120. Do you like rap music? 121. Do you like hip hop music? 122. Do you like techno music? 123. Do you like writing? 124. Do you like reading? 125. Do you like art? 116-125 just to all this i love them all and they are my passion 1. Do you like dancing? not in public 2. Do you like ipods and mp3s? yes 3. Do you like animals? i want to be a zoolagist 4. Do you like wild animals or domestic? both 5. What's your favourite genre of music? .... depression 6. What's your favourite genre of book? horror 7. What's your favourite food? anything from mcdonolds 8. What's your favourite candy? mint 9. What's your favourite book? fahrenheit 451 10. What's your favourite animal? bear 11. What's your favourite season? winter 12. What's your favourite song? Her Last Words - Courtney Parker 13. What's your favourite music composer? none 14. What's your favourite band? none 15. What's your favourite subject? math 16. What's your favourite job? owing a restaurant/bakery 17. What's your favourite career? food truck 18. What's your favourite number? 5 19. What's your favourite day? monday 20. What's your favourite time? midnight/noon 21. What's your favourite breakfast? eggs 22. What's your favourite lunch? pb&j 23. What's your favourite dinner? chickenstrips/steak 24. What's your favourite place to have a date? home 25. What's your favourite website?.... skip 26. What's your favourite shape? cresent 27. What's your favourite colour? purple 28. What's your favourite pattern? plad 29. What's your favourite quote? "there are no mistakes there are just lessons" 30. What's your favourite artist? none 31. What's your favourite author? none 32. What's your favourite outfit? sweaters 33. What's your favourite computer game? anything on nick.com 34. What's your favourite gaming console? play station 35. What's your favourite place to be? home 36. What's your favourite thing to do? be with the ones i care about 37. What's your favourite movie? currently mirrors 38. What's your favourite actor? adam sandler 39. What's your favourite actress? ariana grande 40. What's your favourite movie snack? soda 41. What's your favourite place to watch movies? loudonville theater 42. What's your favourite accessory? bracelt 43. What's your favourite art material to use? pencil 44. What's your favourite place to work on your art? computer desk 45. What's your favourite drink? sprite zero 46. What's your favourite flavour? zero carbs 47. What's your favourite eye colour? grey or purple 48. What's your favourite hair colour? blode :3 49. How many fillings do you have? no 50. How many times have you brushed your teeth today? 2 51. How many followers/Deviations do you have? Deviations: 22 followers: 86 52. How many page views do you have? idk 53. How many people have favourited your work? can't count 54. How many favourites do you have? tumblr: 1,589 dev art: 2,646 55. How many journal entries have you done? 3 56. How many bookmarks (computer) do you have? 47 57. How many things are on your desktop? .... not even ganna try to count 58. What is your desktop picture right now? my dog 59. What is your screen saver of? don't have one 60. What time is it? 5:49 61. What is your computers hard drive called? no clue 62. What's the name of the nearest book to you? twas the night before chrismas 63. Where are you right now? home 64. What was the last movie you watched called? the meg 65. What have you got planned for tomorrow? nothing 66. What are you wearing? shorts and a shirt 67. How many quizzes are in your journal? none? 68. Do you like doing quizzes? yes 69. Why are you doing this quiz? no reson 70. Favourite emote goes here : 🙃 upside down smiley 71. Favourite plz account goes here : no 72. Link to your best picture : no 73. First word that comes to mind? hi 74. What day is it? saturday, november 24, 2018 75. What day is your birthday? march 1st 76. How many days till your birthday? no clue 77. What do you want for a present? a playstation store card 78. What's the best thing you own? my phone 79. What stereotype are you? e.g. nerd, prep, jock, goth : gay 80. What's your favourite word? kohai 81. Why? why not 82. Do you have a cell phone? yes 83. How many contacts do you have? thats personal 84. What is your screen saver on your phone of? stars 85. What games are on you phone? all sorts 86. Is there something important you should be doing while you're doing this test? no 87. Do you wish this quiz would end? meh its ok 88. Do you have an internet diary? yes 89. Are your nails painted? no i bite them constaly 90. Do you have highlights? no 91. Smoke? me 92. Have a disorder? yes 93. Have drugs? no 94. What did you do yesterday? talk to my boyfrined 95. Do you think anyone who watches/follows you has read this far? not really i don't really care 96. How many people watch/follow you? i already answered this 97. The first person to watch/follow you was : tumblr: cheexbot devart: no clue 98. Second? tumblr: loverpod153 99. Third? tumblr: emeraldthefox 100. Fourth? tumblr: teddy-frequency 101. Why are you on deviant art/tumblr? why are you here 102. When did you first start? i don't really know i got both my accouts when i was about 12 or 13 so idk 103. What's your personal quote? "i've tried to die before and failed and then i realixed i was dead this whole time 104. Operating system? what 105. Hero? ANDREW~SENPAI 106. Favourite cartoon character? spongegog 107. Book character? guy montag from fahrenheit 451 108. Movie character? hmm no clue 109. Pick up the book next to you, page 26, line 8? can't 110. What do you do in your spare time? this 111. What's your favourite TV show? spongebob 112. I like long quizzes... do you? i'm doing this aren't i 113. Best friend/s? hmm andrew 114. Have you started a deviant art/tumbr family? yes 115. Are you going to? YES I AM 116. Do you even know what that is? not really but thats what makes it fun 117. Has at least one of these questions confused you? yes 118. What season is it? winter going into fall 119. What month is it? november 120. What day is it? saturday 121. What year is it? 2018 122. What species are you? a disgusting specied that destroies everything they need 123. If you were a mythical creature you'd be: diclonius 124. If you were a drink you'd be: sprite zero 125. If you were an object you'd be: a gigabyte 126. If you were a book you'd be: idk 127. If you were a movie you'd be: oculous 128. Are you bored? no 129. What was the last thing you celebrated? thanks giving 130. What was the last thing you posted on deviant art/tumbr ? tumblr: http://lexx-the-nyctofriend.tumblr.com/post/180454801540/when-you-fall-in-love-you-realize-just-how dev art: https://www.deviantart.com/cloakedeclips-qp/art/andrew-773281885 131. Do you do anything for deviant art/tumblr literature? yes 132. Are you a llama trader? kinda 133. Llama trade? maybe 134. How many points do you have? no clue 135. Do you have a donation pool open? no 136. Do you buy your points? no 137. Do you buy art off deviant art/tumblr? no 138. Do you have a premium membership? no 139. Do you have deviant wear? no 140. Are you planning to get a premium membership? no 141. Saving up? no 142. Requests open? allways 143. Art trades? maybe 144. Collabs? yes 145. Commissions? no 146. You you have a skype or IM? yes 147. Online names you've used? lexx/cloaked eclips 148. On your computer what's your user name? guest 149. Are your pillows feather pillows? mix 150. Ever had a pillow fight? yes 151. Are you athletic? kinda 152. Do you do any sports? yes 153. Are you allergic to anything? plants 154. Do you like to try new things? yes 155. Are you planning to enter the most recent deviant art competition? no 156. Do you have a guilty pleasure? ..... yes 157. What is it? come closer closer *whispers* no 158. Your favourite computer font is? none 159. Your favourite word processor? word 160. Do you wear jewellery? yes 161. Do you wear make up? maybe 162. Are you obsessed about what you look like? yes but in a bad way 163. How many accounts do you have on deviant art/tumblr? dev art: 1 tumblr: 5 164. Do you have any posters in your room? a fnaf poster 165. Do you share your bedroom with anyone? no 166. Do you have your walls wallpapered or painted? i want to 167. What colour / pattern are they? umm none 168. Name of book next to you? allready did that 169. Do you have birthday parties? yes 170. What's something weird about you?.... i will dive into that if i get suppot on this post 171. What are your initials? HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHA no 172. Do you have braces? want to 173. Skin colour? browm 174. Glasses/Contacts? 175. Tattoos?i want to get 3 176. Mannerisms? hehehe i have a lot of those 177. Piercings? plan to get them 178. Do you have a birthmark? a bunch of dark brown dots on my chest 179. What's your favourite thing for breakfast? eggs 180. What's your favourite website? meh 181. Do you have a crush on someone? yes 182. Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?yes 183. Do you have a secret talent? i can type fast 184. Can you sing the alphabet backwards? no 185. Can you eat a whole pizza? yes about to right noe 186. Can you speak any different languages? i want to learn russian 187. Have you won something at the lottery? no 188. Ran away? tried 189. Solved a rubix cube? HELL NO 190. Gone out in public in your pj's? multiple times 191. Seen a shooting star? yes 192. Had surgery? yes 193. Gotten lost? yes 194. Broken a bone? yes 195. Been to disney land? no (fuck you jeremiah) 196. Been arrested? no 197. Been to any other countries? yes 198. You are annoyed by? people 199. Your are tired of? people 200. You will always? be shy and weird 201. What country do you live in? usa 202. Do you think you are popular? kinds 203. Are you an only child? yes 204. Who are you gonna tag? @teddy-frequency @myfnafstory @lexyconn @wholesome-bear @shtlordhalo 205. TIME FINISHED QUIZ: 6:20 206. How long quiz took you: 50:00.022 blank: https://www.deviantart.com/gem-313-gem/art/The-GIANT-Quiz-170514475 and for those who don’t have a dev art do what i did and edit it so it can for your needs i hope thats not too much to ask More will be added to this quiz :D 🙃

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lettuce-seize-the-day · 5 years ago

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Found ch. 6

Summary: Jack Kelly is a 17 year old kid who has been in the foster system for more of his life than not. By now he's given up on finding his forever family and is counting down the days until he turns 18. Four months before the deadline, Miss Medda Larkin decides she is going to adopt him.

Chapter summary: Davey and Jack have a disagreement in gym class. Jack needs some space, and Race comes in clutch.

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“Where’s your gym clothes, Kelly?” the gym teacher asked. It was Tuesday, third period. P.E. day. The students were lined up in alphabetical order on the line on the basketball court. And, of course, David was in his gym class, and Jacobs and Kelly were only so far from one another in the alphabet. Which meant David was next to Jack. Again.

“Forgot ‘em,” he said, shrugging. Fat chance he was going to take his hoodie off in front of anyone, now or ever. But especially not for fucking gym class of all things.

“We got extra ones, y’know,” the teacher replied.

“I’ll pass, thanks.”

“You don’t change, you don’t participate. You don’t participate, you get a zero for the day. That happens three times and you got detention. You sure this is how you want to play this out?”

“Ooh, I’m quakin’. Ya see me? Terrified. It’s the end of the world if I wear jeans in a gym. But I guess it’s a risk I’m just gonna hafta take,” said Jack, rolling his eyes.

The teacher looked at him, then scribbled something down on his clipboard before continuing down the line.

“Why wouldn’t you change?” whispered David, who had never taken a zero in his life and could not fathom someone choosing to, especially for something which seemed so silly to him.

Jack gave him a laugh. “What can I say, Davey? I’m a rebel widda cause. Fuck the system, an’ all that.”

David shook his head. He could never. He didn’t like gym, either, but half the grade was just showing up and the other half was doing what you were supposed to. They stood in silence for a second, before he replied. “I could bring you gym clothes, if you needed.”

Jack looked at him. “Why would I need that?”

David shifted uncomfortably and looked at the ground. “It’s just, if you don’t have gym clothes, or don’t wanna carry ‘em around, or whatever reason. I could bring you some. I don’t mind.” He didn’t mean to be rude, but Jack clearly needed to go clothes shopping. David knew Medda was fairly well-off, so he didn’t really understand why Jack dressed the way he did. But he wore the same old hoodie every day, and it was in bad shape.

“Thanks, Davey, I ‘preciate it. But I don’t need that. I jus’ ain’t gonna change into some stupid clothes for some stupid class when no matta what happens, I’m outta here in a few months.”

“You don’t think you’ll finish the school year?” asked David.

“Nah, prolly not. It ain’t my thing.”

“What about Race? And Crutchie, and Medda?”

Jack sighed, a bit aggravated at the way this conversation was going. “They’s fine, I jus’ ain’t wanna start pretendin’ this is permanent or nothin’. ‘Sides, I ain’t smart enough to graduate, so why waste my time here any more than I hafta? Nah, the minute I turn eighteen, I’m hittin’ the road.”

“I think you’re plenty smart,” he said softly. “And I wish you’d give yourself more of a chance.”

“Yeah? Well, I wish you'd mind ya business and not worry ‘bout problems that ain’t yours to worry ‘bout. ‘Specially when ya don’t even know the first thing ‘bout me. Who the hell d’you think you are?” Jack snapped. He liked David just fine, but he was clearly crossing a line here.

David looked at the ground. “I just think… things could be better for you. If you only tried a little bit. But it’s like you don’t want them to be, so you can prove some bullshit point to yourself about how the world is so awful, or whatever.”

Jack was absolutely flabbergasted. Here was this kid who didn’t know him at all, calling him out in ways that no one else had ever dared to before. No one had ever cared enough to. And he was angry, because he knew he was right, but it was none of his business! And it started from some stupid argument about gym clothes, of all things.

Jack scoffed. “Whateva. I’m outta here,” he muttered as he walked right out of the gym, consequences be damned. He was no stranger to trouble, and could not stand to be next to Davey for one more goddamn second.

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Fourth period was chemistry, which Jack and Race shared, along with Spot Conlon and Katherine. Today, the teacher was assigning lab partners for the semester. She read down from a list that she had already made, then the students went to sit with their new partners. Jack wasn’t in class, but he ended up being partnered with Spot. Race maintained a neutral face, acting as though he didn’t care at all, but of course he cared. He also wondered where Jack was. Then he got a text asking him to meet in the boy’s bathroom by the gym.

Race stood up immediately. “Umm… Miss, I hafta use the restroom,” he said.

She rolled her eyes, annoyed at his verbal disruption of the lecture. “Take the pass,” she said, gesturing to the pass hanging from a lanyard by the door before she continued.

Race gave a little awkward bow before grabbing the pass hanging on the door and went to find Jack in the bathroom.

“What’s up, Jackie?” he asked.

“Can I bum a smoke?”

Race was surprised. Jack didn’t seem the type. But he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his backpack and handed him one. What were brothers for? “Here,” he said, tossing him his lighter. “Did somethin’ happen?”

Jack ignored him at first, focused on lighting the cigarette in his mouth. He took a very long drag, then exhaled slowly, his eyes closed as he leaned up against the wall. “Jus’ nosey people askin’ stupid questions.”

“Like who? Like what?” asked Race, trying to ignore the irony in his response.

Jack opened one eye and gave him a look, indicating that the irony was not lost on him either. Then, after a pause, he closed his eye again and sighed. “Dat friend o’yours, Davey? He jus’ don’t have a clue when it’s time ta drop somethin’. Ain’t no respect fuh boundaries, dat kid.” He took another drag of the cigarette, then coughed a little. He wasn't much of a smoker.

Race understood. While David was a good friend, he really could be overbearing. Which was part of why Race was now so good at putting up a front- he had to be a fast learner, once David decided he was going to be his friend. “I’s sorry, Jack. Ya know he means well. S’just he ain’t neva had ta sleep nowhere but a real house wid two whole folks tuckin’ him in at night. Sometimes he jus’ don’t understand what we been through, cuz he ain’t neva had nothin’ ya can’t ask questions ‘bout.”

Jack nodded. It made sense. But he still just… pushed his buttons, somehow.

“If ya don’t mind my askin’... and ‘course ya can say no, too, but… what was it exactly that gottim so curious?”

“Oh, just stuff ‘bout my work ethic, my potential, how I oughta stay here an’ keep doin’ this school bullshit even afta I turn eighteen. Dat sorta stuff, completely outta nowhere,” said Jack. “Totally outta line, too,” he added, taking another drag of the cigarette.

Hearing this made Race’s heart sink a bit. “Ya don’t… ya don’t think ya gonna stick around, then, huh?” He couldn’t say he was surprised, but he was sad. He really bonded with Jack, and didn’t understand why Jack would choose to leave when there was a door open for him to a place where he was welcomed as family.

Jack looked up at him and saw the slightest change in Race’s expression. It was exactly like yesterday, when they were talking at the bench- something just beneath the surface had shifted. Like suddenly his neutral face was a lie he had to maintain. “It ain’t nothin’ personal, Race. I’s just… not a family guy.”

“I hear ya, Jack.” Race looked at the ground, his expression completely blank. “I gotta get back ta class.” He began to make his way out of the bathroom.

“Racer,” Jack said behind him. He turned and looked at him, wondering what he could have to say. Jack tossed him his lighter. “Thanks for da smoke.”

Race gave a small smile and a half-shrug as he pocketed the lighter, not looking at Jack. “What else is bruddas for?” He turned and walked most of the way out of the bathroom, before stopping in his tracks at the door for just a moment. Without turning around, he said, “Family is for everyone. Ain’t no one too good for it, and ain’t no one don’t deserve it. Like it or not, ya already got one, and it’s up ta youz what ya gonna do widdit.” And with that, he continued walking out the door.

Jack paused for a second, then took another drag of the cigarette that Race had given him. This was exactly the kind of bullshit that made him not want a family. He hated feeling responsible for anyone else. It was always hard on him, especially in houses with kids younger than him. He always ended up being some kind of big-brotherly figure to them, and then he worried about them like crazy when they were inevitably separated. And he always ended up alone. Every time. He was tired of it.

And then, he wasn’t alone. He heard footsteps down the hall, and tried to put out his cigarette as quick as he could. As he was tapping it on the sink trying to extinguish it, the guidance counselor, Snyder, walked in. Jack froze as they made eye contact. His eyes went from Jack, to the cigarette in his hand, and back up to Jack.

#newsies #newsies fanfic #newsies fanfiction #jack kelly #racetrack higgins

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fbwzoo · 8 years ago

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Today kinda sucked between anxiety & my mechanic delaying my car return date for the fourth time (it’s been 6 weeks since my car accident........). I coped with anxiety over staff meeting by doodling vague plans for what I’d like to do with Charis’s viv. No clue if I could pull this off or how or when I’d get to it, but...fun to dream, I guess? Not sure if I’ll try to start on it while she’s still at my friend’s house or wait until we can finally move. I’d hate to have to dismantle it to move, but also we’re probably not moving for at least another year, so....

Explanation of crappy drawing under the cut.

The left side has her heat panel & lighting (regular & UVB) & is the warm side. That side will be more wood/plants, kind of a foresty look. I want to have kind of a pile of branches and cork tubes arranged so that she has at least 2-3 hides in the mass. I was thinking cork rounds with entry holes cut in them or something? Or maybe just styrofoam hides, colored/textured/sealed with grout & whatnot. Vague plans of making it safe so she can’t have something slip & trap her - longer branches get bolted to the walls of the viv, cork rounds/styrofoam hides get bolted to the main framework branches? Stainless steel shouldn’t rust & I don’t think would hurt her. I don’t know how sturdy it would be for an adult BP though. Alternate suggestions for this arrangement welcome, if anyone likes to chat about viv design.

Also the top of the arrangement would have a slate tile (with a hide directly under that) for both a warmest hide & a basking hot spot. Vague thoughts of having one or two cork planters somewhere in the arrangement for some smallish plants. Cover vines may have to be fake? Idk.

In the middle - I have a 4ft oak log in the viv right now, I think I’d cut it down and place it across the middle of the viv between each ends, probably leading up to the top hide of the right side? Her water bowl in the middle in a raised holder (possibly a wire dog bowl holder thing, with spray foam molded around? This would be to give her a thing to go underneath and to make it easier to reach her water bowl, theoretically. Plant or two planted in the sub around that. Maybe a cork round planter? Idk. Also a cork tube or two just on the sub for her to sneak around in while out of her hides.

Right side - fake termite mound from styrofoam & spray foam. Tower of three hides. The openings adjusted in direction - one towards the other side of the tank, more exposed to the light, one more diagonal or towards the doors, one more towards the wall (but still so she’s visible for visual checks). Figured that might give her more control over whether the UVB is directly at her/visible? The bottom section of termite mound a bit larger, but with moss stuffed in it as a humid hide, kinda (the swirly lines).

......So yeah, zero clue how to do any of this, lmao. But I think it would look cool, though I’m not sure if I have enough room in the viv to do all of this. It’s 4 feet long, which sounds big, but not quite big /enough/. Trying to remind myself I do not need to order a bigger viv in order to do this. I’m not sure I’m convincing me.

#reptiblr #ball pythons #royal pythons #ball python enclosure #bioactive #bioactive enclosures #enclosure designs #charis #my pets #honestly this is a lot of shooting in the dark #I've not really done much enclosure design at all #and have never made viv furnishings out of styrofoam #also I'm not artistic #this might very well turn out to be a disaster that ends in mental health destruction if I try it #but if it turned out well.......#imagine how cool it'd be

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ladybugxnoir · 8 years ago

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Mystery Valentine

based on this post

Marinette was completely expecting to spend Valentine’s Day alone, but things change when a secret admirer with a love of puns leaves her a mysterious box.

[Chapter One] [Chapter Three] [Chapter Four]

[Read on Ao3]

Chapter Two

Marinette woke up early for the first time in her life. This was mainly due to her excitement about opening another gift, and also thanks to a distinct lack of akuma attacks over the past few days, actually allowing her to sleep.

Today she picked one of the smaller parcels. The heart shaped note read time stops when I’m with you. Inside the pretty pink wrapping was a beautiful silver watch. It looked antique but had a modern face. The designer in Marinette was delighted by the juxtaposition, and also noted how expensive it must have been. She quickly texted Alya, who was compiling a list of clues as to who, as she put it, the mystery lover could be.

Marinette was actually early for class for the first time since she became Ladybug. She was already in her seat by the time Alya arrived. The two girls were gushing over the watch and developing theories when Nino and Adrien entered the classroom. Marinette didn’t realize Adrien was speaking to her until Alya nudged her and nodded her head towards him.

“S-sorry Adrien, what did you say?” Marinette stammered, feeling heat rising into her cheeks.

“I said nice watch, it’s really cool!” Adrien repeated, smiling.

“Oh um thank you! It was a gift-“

“From a mystery lover!” Alya interrupted.

“Stop calling him that!” Marinette groaned feeling the heat in her face turn into an actual fire.

Miss Bustier called the class to order and Marinette tried to focus on the lesson instead of her own awkwardness.

“I’m telling you girl, Adrien is totally your mystery man!” Alya argued for the fourth time since class had ended. Marinette was getting tired of fending off this particular argument, but she was just glad Alya had finally stopped calling her admirer her ‘secret lover’. Sometimes you had to focus on the small victories. Like when you were only four days away from facing your mystery man and your best friend was convinced that he was Adrien Agreste, aka the least likely candidate.

“Listen to me. Why else would he have admired your watch!? He wanted to see if you like it, duh! How can you be so oblivious about that boy when you practically stalk him?” Alya asked, her eyes drilling into Marinette from where she sat at Marinette’s desk.

“I do not stalk him!” Marinette shot back, her lower lip pouting slightly.

Alya looked dryly between her friend and the spot on the wall where she knew Marinette had charted out Adrien’s entire schedule. “You’re right, I stand corrected. You don’t practically stalk him. You one hundred percent actually stalk that boy,” Alya contended, pulling down the borderline creepy schedule.

Marinette knew her face was bright red. She felt like she had spent the entire day blushing and was beginning to wonder how her face hadn’t melted off yet.

The third present was Marinette’s favorite so far, but the pun was the worst. Which was really saying something considering how Marinette felt about puns. The note had read don’t be spoolish, be my Valentine, which had made exactly zero sense until she opened the gift to find six spools of beautiful silk thread. Touched by the thoughtfulness of this present Marinette was immediately lost daydreaming about the designs she could perfect with the luxurious thread.

Actually, the jewel toned silk was exactly what she needed to finish the design she’d been stuck on. Marinette glanced from the sketchbook on her desk to the dress form with the half-finished design. The thread was absolutely perfect, a little too perfect to be a coincidence. Marinette thought quickly, the only people who would have seen her design were her parents and Alya…and Chat Noir. Marinette rubbed her temples as she remembered back to a couple of weeks ago. She had gotten caught, as Marinette, as an akuma called Icebreaker terrorized Paris. Chat Noir had saved her and escorted her safely back to her home (where she had then transformed and kicked some serious akuma ass). Marinette had just made it back to her room and detransformed when Chat had announced himself by tapping on her window. He had just wanted to make sure she was safe, but had stayed and idly chatted for much longer than he should have (Marinette couldn’t help but track the pads on his ring , they had been disappearing at the same rate Chat made puns). And he had seen the less than half-finished jacket that had been stumping Marinette’s creative genius. Not only had he seen it but he had also suggested she add embroidery to the lapel to add a pop of color (she distinctly remembered how he actually made a popping sound with his lips when he said this).

Alya was convinced that Adrien was the mystery man, but now Marinette doubted that more than ever.

Marinette arrived at school just before the bell. She had spent a little too much time worrying over her newest suspicion. She glanced quickly at Adrien’s desk, but he hadn’t arrived yet. Which wasn’t unusual, Marinette guessed that he must be late almost as often as she was. Alya and Nino however were already seated at their desks, Nino was turned in his seat and chatting animatedly with Alya. Marinette could make out the words “secret” and “admirer” as she made her way to her seat. She had barely set her bag down when she heard a demanding voice behind her that could only belong to Chloe Bourgeois.

“Ha did I hear that Marinette has a secret admirer? Don’t make me laugh who would really be interested in Marinette? I mean just look at her hair, it’s tragic!” Chloe laughed in her typical fashion. Marinette didn’t let Chloe’s words rattle her; she was used to Chloe’s abuse by now. Alya on the other hand looked ready to leap across the desk and physically fight the mean blonde. But before Alya could take a breath a different blonde spoke up.

“Knock it off Chloe.” Adrien said, surprising the group since no one had seen him enter. “Leave Marinette alone, there’s no reason why she shouldn’t have an admirer. You’re just jealous that no one has asked you to be their valentine,” Adrien said firmly, standing between Chloe and Marinette.

Chloe looked like she was short circuiting and was spared having to reply by Miss Bustier calling the class to order.

Alya was practically buzzing as they left class.

“Marinette I will bet you real money that Adrien is your mystery man. Why else would he have defended you like that, I mean yeah he is a nice guy, but he really put Chloe in her place! Damn I wish I had gotten it on video!” Alya was definitely more convinced than Marinette.

“Adrien only defended me cause we’re friends. If he was my secret admirer don’t you think he would have told Nino, or you know, shown any interest in me at all ever,” Marinette said more glumly than she had intended.

“Girl, what boy in our class has shown any more interest in you than Adrien! He totally likes you; you’re just too blinded by your own crush to notice!” Alya exclaimed, stealing a pillow off Marinette’s settee to throw at her.

The pillow hit Marinette square in the face. Marinette ignored her best friend’s snickering and launched the plush projectile back in her direction.

In fact, there was another boy who had shown interest in Marinette. He just wasn’t in their class and he happened to be a dork in a cat costume. But Marinette would keep that to herself. Even her hero obsessed friend would find this hard to believe.

(alright here’s chapter two! i still don’t have a beta so please forgive all the errors! let’s face it i’m gonna post this whole pile of garbage without a beta reader. still on track to have it all posted for valentine’s day! two chapters left!)

you can read chapter three here!

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #marinette #marinette dupain-cheng #marichat #mystery valentine #my fic

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brooktrout96 · 4 years ago

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A Tale of Two Learning About What it Means to be Family

Chapter 2 of The Deeper The Darkness The More Dazzling The Light Shines!

AO3 is Here

A unusual side-effect happens to Izuku and Zero

Note: Italics detonate when Zero is talking to Izuku as a spirit and when Izuku is talking back to Zero in his thoughts

“Izuku, wake up!”

Izuku had just got the acceptance letter to Yūei the day before and found out that he got in and that All Might would be teaching at Yūei and he was exhausted from the excitement from getting into Yūei.

Why? Can’t I sleep a little longer.” The boy mumbled

“No Izu, you need to get up cause we have a big problem and I already had to lie to you mom about this.” Izuku set up as he saw himself standing over him. He fumbled out of bed landing on the floor of his room in shock

“What the hell!”

“Language, Green Bean but my thoughts exactly.” Izuku began to mutter as Zero let out a sigh. “Ultras don’t normally need a host but a lot of them prefer to take one but the ones that don’t like my father or Mebius for instance take a human form base upon a human that they met before.”

“But why did you take a human form, then. You don’t need it, since you and I share a body as host and Ultra, right?”

Zero nodded his head. “Yes, I honestly think it’s a side effect of One For All but I have no clue since we know very little about it’s history.” He then let’s out a sigh. “I honestly think we need to let All Might into this secret.”

“You think he’ll keep it a secret?” Izuku asked

“No, I know that he will, I mean come on Izuku, he gave you One For All, a secret that if he didn’t need a successor because of his injuries, he probably would’ve taken to the grave or kept longer then he did.”

“Right, right.” He pulled out his phone and dialed the number that the number one hero had gave him in case of emergencies and dialed it. It went right to voicemail, so Izuku left a message for him. “Hey, you asked me to call if I had any question about ‘It’ and something weird happened and I think you need to see it to believe it. So, can we meet at Takoba Beach this afternoon to talk about it.” He ended the call as he looked at Zero. “So, you mentioned that you told my mom a lie. What was it?”

“I told her that I was a ability of your Quirk, which I am in a way, and that my name is Shin Moroboshi. She took one look at me and said that ‘Izuku, now has an older brother.’ So, I think maybe once you get settled into going to Yūei we tell her the truth about who and what I am.”

“Okay, okay…” Izuku smiled, “Let's get going then.”

~***~

All Might or Toshinori Yagi has seen many things as the Symbol of Peace, the eighth holder of One For All and the number one hero. He had seen and fought the greatest evil and won, not with out injuries but he still won.

He had gotten young Midoriya’s call asking meeting him at Takoba Beach as he walked up, he saw Midoriya sitting in the sand with his back turned to look out to the sea. He put his hand on his shoulder.

“I am here, young Midoriya! You said you had some questions for me about ‘it’.” It referring to One For All. Midoriya jumped in fright at his booming and landed an One For All infused punch on the injured Number One Hero as the punch was strong enough to make him return to his true form

Shin!” A familiar voice yelled as soon as All Might had recovered from the young man’s attack. He paused and looked at the two Midoriya’s, one was laughing as the other was scolding the one that punched him

He must’ve hit his head when he was punched by young Midoriya to the point that he was seeing double. The two Midoriya looked at him with a concern look on their face

“All Might, are you alright?” The Midoriya on the right as he turned to the other Midoriya. “Shin, why did you do that?”

“Sorry that is my first reaction to someone sneaking up on me.” The other Midoriya let out a sigh as he continued to scold the one, that he called Shin. All Might was worried that Shin was from abusive home with the reaction that he had to him.

Then that leaves the other Midoriya to be his successor. “Sorry about that, All Might” Young Midoriya sheepishly said as he glared at Shin. “The reason I called you about One For All is well.” He pointed to Shin. “Him.”

The boy, Shin turned to look at him and he had a soft smile on his. “Sorry about attacking you, All Might, you scared me and my common reaction to being startled is to attack, just a side effect of my training.” He paused as All Might studied the boy.

He looks a lot like Izuku, though he’s a lot taller. He looks to be 6’0 while Izuku is 5’5. Like Izuku, Shin has a round face that is framed by a short mess of fluffy emerald green hair that stuck up at odd angles more so then Izuku’s hair did. His eye were the biggest tell that Shin wasn’t Izuku, his eyes were this orangeish yellow that seem to be hiding something, he also didn’t have the freckles that Izuku has. Shin was wearing a blue, red, and silver hoodie, black pants, and red shoes

“My name is Shin Moroboshi, Izuku and I are sharing a body.”

Shin began to tell the story of how before he became a hero, he was a young warrior with unlimited potential lacking any sense of purpose that was seduced by the allure of power, but was stopped by the father he never knew. How he learned of the purpose of an Ultra during the harsh training that was his punishment.

How he traveled threw dimensions for the first time, forming alliances with the likes of Glenfire, Mirror Knight, and Jean-Bot to deal with Kaiser Belial, the same villain he had thought he had destroyed.

How he ended up on another different earth that had almost all it’s population kidnapped, and where a man by the name of Shin Asuka had been protecting the remaining people as Ultraman Dyna. That it took the power of the three Ultras (Cosmos, Dyna, and himself) to take down the powerful Alien Bat and his Kaiju

How he had gained the same ability that Dyna and Cosmos had, called Form Change and then his arch-rival possessed him and he became Zero Darkness as Belial used his own power to slay the Ultra Force Zero. How he fell into despair and helplessness as he watched himself kill his friends, one right after another, but was able to overcome the darkness

How he watched an earth get completely destroyed by Belial and then restored by Ultraman King. How six year later, he returned to the same earth, and help the young Ultra, Ultraman Geed (who was a clone of his arch-rival) protect the planet from the young Ultra’s own “father.”

How he returned to the same earth, several years later chasing after and saved the daughter of his previous host (Mayu) from being killed by a Kaiju’s attack. That they found a young clone that was eerily similar to Geed but a child and how Geed and all their friends raise the kid

How Belial’s DNA became a common black-market items in many worlds and how a trio of Ultras were protecting Tokyo from Kaijus’ attacks and how he reunited with Mayu and helped the trio of Ultras fight off an Imit-Belial and another evil Ultra by the name of Tregear

How he reluctantly took on a student named Zett, and chased after Devil Splinters, crystalize DNA of Belial. How they were separated by an dimension Kaiju called Bullton that was thrown towards him by another Kaiju and ended up in the fourth dimension until he was able to break free to help his student and Geed fight against a powerful fusion-Kaiju

How he had found Izuku unconscious on the beach, thinking he was dead but in the end, he wasn’t. How Izuku being his host gave him a power boost, and also seemed to boost the power of One For All, and how when he didn’t have the physical form, he could take control of Izuku’s body to help him fight

“That is my story, All Might, now it is your choice to believe it.” Shin looked the man straight in the eye. “Now what you do with this information is up to you.”

His successor and the “Ultra” stared at him waiting for his answer. “Young Midoriya, young Moroboshi, this is a lot to take in and I honestly don’t know what to believe.”

“I’m glad that Izuku and I were experimenting with what I can do in this form.” Shin muttered, there was a flash of light and standing where Shin once was, was a suit of armor, it was red and blue with silver accents with two strange horn things on its head. On his chest was a blue light, that is a lighter shade of blue then the blue on its body

All Might looked at the armored warrior as he let out a sigh as there was another flash of light as Shin returned in the warrior place.

“Please All Might, it’s not only you who can’t believe what going on. Ultras have a choice on either take a human form or finding a host not both. So, you can see why I’m so confused.”

“I’ll believe you for now.”

Shin gave a soft smile to All Might. “That all I can wish from you, All Might.”

~***~

Izuku and Shin entered the Midoriya’s household as Inko greeted them with a smile on her face. “Izuku how was meeting your mentor?”

“It was good except.” He glared over at Shin, who sheepishly gave a smile and rubbed the back of his head. “Shin punched him.”

“I told you it was a reflex! I don’t like being snuck up on, Izuku.” Izuku let out a laugh and he smiled as Inko hide a soft smile as she hadn’t seen her son this happy since before, he was told he had no Quirk, that he was apart of the 20%. Now that Shin appeared and Izuku’s Quirk has manifested. He was happiest that he’d ever been

Zero never really had a family, his dad hid who he was from him until that fateful battle with Belial, that made it hard for Zero and his old man to get close. The Minatos and the Igaguri were the closet thing he had to a real family, meeting up with them once in a while to have a family day when he could and wasn’t to busy saving the world and now Inko and Izuku were coming a close third with how they were treating him like a family member. It made him smile a little when ever he thought of it.

He thinks he could get use to this.

~***~

Izuku was full of bondless energy, since today was his first day at Yūei. The night before Zero had figured out that he could switch from his “Shin” form back to the sprit form he had been prior and Zero decided to sit on his head as they took the train to the nearest station to Yūei. Izuku paused as they turned around to look down at all the building of Musutafu.

“Are you ready for your first day as an hero-in-training?”

“Yeah!” Izuku grinned, “Let’s do this!” He walked into the school and began to search for classroom 1-A. He paused as he found the door to the classroom as he took in how big door was. “Well… this door is humongous, guess it’s an ‘inclusive design’.”

“You know I think All Might would have to bend over to use this door, now. I wonder if he had to when he was in school?” Zero wonder to himself as Izuku put his hand on the door knob.

“I’ll be alongside the chosen few who passed the exam, Zero. I’ll I can hope is that those two ended up in 1-B.” He paused as he took a deep breath and opened the door as he heard the tail end of an argument between Bakugo and the boy from the entrance exam

“Don’t put your legs on the desk! Don’t you think that’s disrespectful toward your classmates!?”

“No, as a matter of fact, I don’t think so. Which middle school are you from anyways, you two-bit extra?!”

“A private sch- ahem. I’m from Soumei Junior High School. The name’s Iida Tenya.” Bakugo scoffed as Iida introduced him.

“Soumei, well aren’t you an elite seems I’ve got a reason to fucking end you after all!”

Izuku slinked back into the doorway but not before Iida caught a glimpsed of him and walked over towards him. “Hello, I’m Iida Tenya from Soumei.”

Izuku gave the man a smile. “Yeah.” He let out a laugh, “I overheard. Uh, I’m Midoriya, nice to meet you, Iida.”

“You know if I didn’t know better, I would think he was a robot with how he moves.” Izuku ignore Zero mumbling as his comment was more to himself then to Izuku as Iida continued to speak.

“Midoriya I must hand it to you, you divined the actual nature of the practical exam, didn’t you? I was blind to it and I completely misread you! I hate to admit it, but you were the better man!” Izuku was shocked as he hadn’t really did anything worthy of Iida’s praise.

“Ah! It’s you curly-hair kid! Glad I found you!” Izuku turned and saw the girl that he had saved from the Zero Pointer.

“If you’re gonna be hunting for buddies do it elsewhere.” Izuku felt like he should know who this hero is but is being thrown off by the bright yellow sleeping bag

“Heroes need friend that help them become a better hero.” Zero muttered to himself as his heart was racing from the appearance of the “yellow sleeping bag caterpillar”

“This is the department…” He pulled out a jelly pack from his sleeping bag and ate it. “of heroics”

The class all froze with the same thought. “Who the hell is this guy?”

The man in the sleeping bag stood up and took the sleeping bag off. “Hmm, it took you lot eight seconds to quiet down. Life is short, kids. You’re all lacking in common sense.”

“So, he must be a pro hero, but I’ve never heard of him. He looks so washed-up.” Izuku thought as Zero chimed in

“I think I’ve meet him on my route.” Zero as Shin had been going out at night fighting crime as a vigilante. “I think his hero name is Eraserhead.” Zero saying the name finally made it click in Izuku’s head who his homeroom teacher is.

“I’m your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shota. Pleasure meeting you.”

“Our homeroom teacher is the Erasure Hero, Eraserhead.” Izuku said to Zero, “Very little is know about him since he is an Underground Hero. It’s said that he was apart of the heroes that helped during the Sky Egg Bombing incident seven year ago alongside a couple of vigilantes.”

“Hm.”

Aizawa is digging around in his sleeping bag and he pulled out a pair of dark blue pants with white vertical lines going up the legs and a dark blue short sleeve shirt with white lines that form the letters 'U' and 'A'.

“Wear these, immediately and then shove off to the PE grounds.”

~***~

“A Quirk apprehension test!?” The class yelled in confusion.

“What about the opening ceremony and the guidance counselor meeting?” The girl asked their home room teacher.

“If you want to be heroes, we don’t have time for frilly niceties.” He turned to look at the class, “You all understand the school’s reputation for freedom of campus. Well that ‘freedom’ goes the teachers, too.”

He walked over to a basket of softballs. “Softball pitch, standing long jump, 50-meter dash, endurance running, grip strength test, sustained sideways jumps, upper body exercises, and the seated toe-touch, these are all activities you know from middle school naturally. They are physical test where you were barred from using your Quirks.”

Zero and Izuku zone out until Aizawa turned and to Bakugou. “Bakugou, how far could you pitch a softball in middle school?”

“67 meters.”

“Try using your quirk this time around as long as you don’t exit the circle, anything you do is fine.” Bakugou got ready to throw. “Don’t hold back.”

“You’ve got it” Bakugou let the ball go flying as he yell out “Die!”

Zero stared at the boy that Izuku called Kacchan and let out a sigh as Aizawa spoke. “Before anything else, one must know what they’re capable of.” Aizawa turned his phone and showed them that Bakugo’s ball went 705.2 meters. “This is a rational metric that will form the basis of your ‘hero foundation.’”

Izuku was sweating as someone would get expelled if then didn’t do well enough and he had a feeling it would be him but Zero was the voice of encouragement as he did the tests. After the ball throw, Bakugou decided to go after Izuku

“Izuku, Bakugou is coming after you.” Zero muttered as Izuku was ready to dodge

“What is this, Deku?! Explain now, shit rag!” Bakugo was wrapped in a cloth stopping him in his tracks before he could get anywhere close to Izuku. “Shit! What is this cloth, I can’t…!”

“It’s a ‘capture weapon’ made of carbon fibers and a special alloy wire.” Aizawa hadn’t blinked in a while and it was creeping Zero out a bit. “Geez, stop using your Quirk already, I’m getting dry eye over here.”

Class 1-A Homeroom Teacher

Shota Aizawa

He can erase the Quirk of anyone he looks at but effects ends when he blinks

The class had finally finished all eight test and it was time to see who was ranked the worst and would be getting expelled from the class.

“Oh yeah, that whole ‘expulsion’ thing was a lie.” The class was in shock as Aizawa continued to speak. “It was a logical ruse to pull out your best performances.”

“What!”

One of the girls shook her head and said. “C’mon guys use your brains! Of course, it was just a ruse!”

“And right she is. With that it’s over, your curriculum sheets are back in the classroom so give them a once-over

~***~

Izuku let out a exhausted sigh as he got ready to head home for the day as Iida and him began to chat as they walk to the train station

“Hey, you two! You guys are heading towards the station, right? Then wait for me!” Uraraka caught to the duo

“You’re that ‘infinity’ girl.”

“I mean the names not wrong but she dose have a name.” Both Zero and Izuku thought as Uraraka gave a big smile as she introduced herself to Iida.

“Hi, I’m Uraraka Ochako! You’re uh, ‘Iida Tenya’ and if I’m not mistaken ‘Midoriya Deku’!

“Deku!? No, no my name is Midoriya Izuku.”

“Eh? Wasn’t that what that Bakugou kid called you or the like.”

“Uraraka, ‘Deku’ is just what Kacchan calls me to demean me.”

“Oh, so it’s an insult!?”

Uraraka had a frowned on her face. “Eh, for real!? Sorry but you know, I kinda like ‘Deku’ for you! It gives me a sorta ‘never-give up’ feeling.”

“What, are you sure Uraraka?”

“Yep!”

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Just Thinking by Jenny Swallows

It takes a lot to leave me speechless, I think. I usually have some kind of comeback ready to fling, on those occasions when such things are required, and they’ve got me out of some tight spots as well. This time, though. Nothing. Still nothing. It’s a week later and I still haven’t come up with the zinger I’d hope to have stung him with. So this is what I’m doing to do.... I’m sorry, let me back up a little. My friend Judy had asked to borrow a book, so I told her I’d drop it round her apartment on my way to work the next day. She’d already have left, but we have one another’s keys and are always doing things like this. So, no big deal. I park, I climb the stairs, I unlock the front door, I walk into the living room... ...and Barry, her boyfriend, is sprawled with his pants down on the couch, masturbating. Looks up as I walk in, his hand still a blur, and says “oh, hi Chrissie. I was just thinking about you.” Then he pulls up his pants and goes into the kitchen, asking if I want a coffee. And I’m standing there, my mouth probably still wide open, searching desperately for whatever response is appropriate in a situation like this. He was just thinking about me. With his hard cock in his hand. “No thanks, I need to get to work.” I declined the coffee, ran down the stairs, then pedal to the metal (as much as that’s possible in a late nineties Volvo) and I will not spend the rest of the day thinking about it. I will not spend the rest of the day thinking about it. I will not... I spent the rest of the day thinking about it. Friends’ boyfriends are funny. You only know them through your friend... yet you know things aboutthem that even they may not be aware of. Does he know, for example, that - at least according to Judy - he pulls “the cutest face” when he cums? Does he know that his cock’s not the longest she’d had, but it’s certainly in the top three fattest? Does he know... umm, this isn’t helping, is it? Of course he’s completely out of bounds. That’s the other thing about friends’ boyfriends. You can look, you can listen, but you cannot touch. I was just thinking about you. In what context? In a “here I am, pounding you into the boxspring” kind of way? Which was my first thought. In a “here I am pounding you both into the boxspring” fashion? Which is a surprisingly pleasant image that I may have to investigate further at some point. When I know I’m alone. Or in a “shit, I’d better hurry, she’ll be here in a moment” kind of way which, if I’m actually level-headed and calm about this, is the most likely. He obviously stayed over last night, and she’d have told him I’d be in fairly early. But she didn’t tell him exactly how early, so he was trying to hurry and.... I was wishing I’d walked in a few minutes later. Just to see how cute that “cutest face” is. I got through the day, and the weekend too. We went out as a threesome... no, not that sort... Tuesday night, drinks and burgers to unwind after work, and if the other morning crossed his mind even once, he didn’t show it. I figured it had to, right? I mean... let’s say you’re a guy. Unless, of course, you are one, in which case, yes; you’re a guy. Sitting in your girlfriend’s apartment, happily beating your meat - which, to be honest, really didn’t seem to lack much in the length department, despite what Judy says. In walks one of her closest friends, and gets a metaphorical eyeful... it doesn’t matter how calm you are in the moment, that sort of thing has to stick in your mind, doesn’t it? Even if you’re simply embarrassed, or wondering if she’s told anyone else. But no, not a word, not a gesture, not a furtive glance. Just the same old Barry being the same old Barry, chatting away with an arm around Judy, and we parted with the usual pecks on the cheek. And now it’s been a week, and it’s driving me nuts. I was just thinking about you. He looks cute when he cums, she said. He looks cute before he cums. Someone once said that if a guy put half as much effort into having sex with his girlfriend as he does when he’s doing it alone, the world would be a much happier place. I don’t agree with that. My feeling is, if he put half as much effort into telling her what he wants her to do, as he does into doing it for himself… a question for the girls here, but do you know even a fraction of the things that go through your man’s mind when he’s beating his meat on his own? All those memorable moments from past encounters that he’s filed away for future reference; all those online video clips that he’s watched and remembered… good sex is good whoever you’re with. But the best is like a jigsaw puzzle, comprising snapshots of ecstasy with a myriad former lovers; the one who did this and the one who did that and let’s not forget the night you got drunk and you found yourself doing…. I was just thinking about you. It’s enough to drive a person crazy. It’s also Thursday. Judy’s yoga night, which translates as Barry’s night out with his buddies. Which, in turn, translates into poor Chrissie having another of those major computer malfunctions that only an IT geek can fix. And who is my go-to IT geek on occasions like this? I reached for my cell. “Hey Barry?” “Hey Chrissie. That’s so funny, I was just thinking about you.” What? WHAT? “You seem to be doing a lot of that just lately.” He was silent for a moment, then an abrupt change of subject. “So, what can I do for you?” I’m sorry, did I say a change of subject? “I updated my Mac… and the word processing thing has gone mad.” “That would be Pages?” “Yeah. I can’t…” I reeled off the list of “improvements” to the program that I’d pulled off the forums earlier, all the features that past versions had apparently done, but which Apple, in their wisdom, have removed. “I can’t even…” - quick! Find something I might conceivably need to do at some point… “search for invisibles, or do an alphabetical sort any more!” “Okay… do you want me to come look at it now?” I put on my best little lost girl voice. “Please…” and then, “I’ve got beer!” “I’m there.” He hung up and, true to his word, I had only just finished creating the documents that I was supposedly having such problems with when the doorbell chimed. “So what about me were you thinking about?” I teased as I collected our beers. “Oh, you know,” he teased back, fully aware that I didn’t have a clue, and the next thirty minutes were spent with him standing behind me as I stared at the laptop, and tried to follow the instructions that he was offering me. App store this, download that, type this, hyphenate that… and every time he brushed against me, or leaned close to look at what I was doing; every time his hand nudged mine out of the way so he could use the trackpad; every time I felt his breath in my hair…. The empty bottles were piling up - I had no idea computers were such thirsty work. And he’d stopped brushing against me, too. Now he was leaning into me, as he crouched beside me watching the screen, and the arm that rested on my knee told its own story too. Or maybe it was me who was trembling, not him. I was just thinking about you. “How’s Judy?” “Judy’s Judy.” He smiled, and shifted his weight a little. The arm on my knee shifted up a little. I leaned forward a shade, sandwiching it between my leg and my abdomen, and felt his eyes flicker down. “And how are you?” I shrugged, sat back, and he turned a little, looking up at me. I suppressed an urge to just lean forward and kiss him. “Well, there is one thing I was wondering…” Deep breath. I was just thinking about you. Deeper breath. “What is it about me that you keep thinking about?” “You mean today?” “Maybe.” “You mean last week.” I nodded. “Thanks for not saying anything to Judy.” “Hardly!” I laughed. “Like you said, Judy’s Judy. I tell her what I saw and neither of us would ever hear the end of it.” Judy’s sweet, but if jealousy and possessiveness were rated on a scale, zero to armageddon, I know exactly where she’d land. “Yeah, it’s hard,” he said quietly, and I couldn’t resist the pun. “It wouldn’t be if she knew what happened. I doubt it’d ever be hard again.” His head was resting against my arm. “I doubt she’d complain too much.” “Really?” “I… should I even be telling you this?” “If you want,” I said. “But let me grab us another drink first. And maybe move into the other room?” My home office is scarcely the most comfortable in the house, and I’m still paying off the La-Z Boy. I should at least make it earn its keep. The old story, the familiar story. They met and fucked like adventurous rabbits, and for three months everything was mostly perfect. Mostly? We’ll get to that later. But then things settled down, perhaps as they settled into their relationship, and… “I kinda wonder why she asks me to sleep over, if all we’re going to do is sleep?” Which explains… “Which is why I was … well, when you came over.” “Which is why you were - what?” I asked. “Doing what you were doing? Or thinking what you were thinking?” And I should add that now it was my head resting against Barry’s arm, my hand that was ever so lightly lying on his leg, and my heart ever so slightly pounding in my throat. The picture of innocence, in other words. “A bit of both, I guess,” he answered, and then, “I probably shouldn’t say any more. She’s your friend too.” I eyed my beer, my fourth. I was glad I’d picked up a twelve-pack, and my finger traced down his six-pack. “And so are you.” In for a penny, in for a pound. “Okay, I know what you were doing. Now tell me what you were thinking.” He sighed. “I don’t know. Just… things.” “About me?” “Yeah.” “So tell me, what things?” “Things.” “Come on, spit it out.” He looked at me and smirked. “Why? You didn’t.” I sat bolt up right, mock indignation colliding with the urge to howl with laughter. “Barry Gordon. I cannot believe you just said that!” “Chrissie Bentley, I couldn’t believe you did it!” “Really?” “Judy wouldn’t.” “Never?” “She says the thought of it makes her sick.” “You should surprise her one day. Just to see if she changes her mind.” “God, no… I don’t mean the thought of that makes her sick. The thought of even doing it.” I was silent, processing what he said, squeezing past his embarrassment to the words he didn’t say. “She won’t go down on you?” “Never.” “Not even…” and this is what I was saying earlier, when I said things were “mostly” perfect. “Mostly” meaning, so long as he didn’t try and move above her waist. Okay, so there’s two things that could happen now. One, I’d bend and show him what he’s missing. Which is probably what you’re expecting. Or two, I’d remember that Judy is my friend, and find a way of extricating myself from this conversation. Which is probably what I’m expecting. Or three; Barry could slip to the floor, between my legs, and plant a series of very soft kisses on my thighs. Because… oh I don’t know whether Judy lets him do that or not. But this is Barry’s wank-fantasy that is playing out on my sofa, not mine. Or yours. And I was not going to do or say a single thing to derail it. Or to speed it up. A lot of guys, they get one whiff of a pussy and their face is buried inside it. Not Barry. I wasn’t timing him, believe me. But I don’t think any man has ever spent so long on my thighs, in my groin, or raising my leg to nuzzle behind the knee, and reduce me to a giggling heap. He didn’t even remove my panties, although he’d certainly bunched my skirt up high. Occasionally his face would brush my pussy; once or twice I’d feel his lips against it, kissing the dampness that was soaking through the fabric. Once, I’d swear, his tongue traced the outline of my slit. But whatever he was doing, whatever he was planning, it was almost as if his own urges had taken a distant back seat, and this was all about me… all about taking me so far and so high that I couldn’t even focus any more; just stretch myself back as far as I could, my legs spread wide as far as they’d go, while he rained fresh sensations on every nerve end i turn. So that when he did finally pull my dripping panties down, and his tongue slipped inside for me the very first time, I’d already stopped counting how many times I had cum. And the best one, the biggest one, was still barreling down on us. I wonder if Judy squirts? I wonder if Judy knows what it’s like to feel something building so deep, so far down within you, then the rush as the sensations come closer and closer, and suddenly a sense of release so massive it’s like you’ve given birth to a monster, a streaming, screaming, soaking monster that would have soared across the room if Barry’s face, and mouth, were not directly in its path. Somehow I doubted it. Not if his reaction was anything to go by, anyway. A cry of “my God,” a breathless “You did it,” and a greedy, glorious plunge back into my pink, as if searching for the secret of what he just made happen. I kissed him and tasted myself… my deepest, most secret self… on his mouth, on his face, and I thought for a moment of offering him something, a towel or whatever, to wipe off with. But no. He could ask if he wanted, and I didn’t want. I loved the scent, I loved the flavor. I kissed him again and his tongue embraced mine, pulling us together as a deep whole which didn’t break even as his arms slipped from around me and I sensed his hands tugging at his belt. MIne dropped to join them, our tongues still locked as our fingers fidgeted, and I touched hard flesh, hot flesh… my flesh. My pussy cried out for it; I wriggled and shifted, pulling myself onto his lap and slowly sinking down on a shaft that filled me forever. You read stories where the lovers fuck, and that’s all it ever says. “He fucked me….” Hardly anyone ever writes about what that really means, what it really feels like, heat even hotter than your own body feels, strength even harder than you have ever imagined, splitting you in two in the most amazing way; every nerve end in the flesh between your pussy lips and cervix scrambling to gets its own bead on the intruder, and that’s before you start to move, rising up for that feeling of sudden, odd emptiness, then down again to stuff yourself full of magic meat. Up… down. Hollow… whole. Time stops. Time ends. There is only this. He moves against you, faster and harder. You know what he’ll say, even before he forms the words. “I’m gonna cum…” “You’re not. Not yet.” And you raise yourself and hear that angry plop as your pussy releases its prize, and now you’re on your knees as he rises above you, and his cunt-soaking cock is at your lips, stretching them wider than he’d stretched you before, and you can taste his joy as it builds in his balls. You try to suck but he’s too thick, too firm, and so you milk him instead, jerking his shaft, jacking him off into your warm, loving mouth… His hands were in my hair, caressing my scalp, and exerting just enough pressure that I knew he wanted my lips to slip lower, to take him deeper into my mouth. I did so, feeling a tingling in my belly as his flavors swirled on my tongue, and my jaw opened wider to accommodate him. His breathing remained gentle, belying the strength of his cock as it strained against my mouth. I shifted my weight a little, tightening my lips around him as I raised him up, alternating smooth bobs of my head with the sucking motion that I knew drove him crazy. My fingers were on his balls, swirling in time to my tongue, and drifting closer and closer to his arsehole. And then that familiar twitch, that unmistakable tensing of every muscle in his body… my finger jammed hard into his anus… I knew he was coming long before he said anything. I could feel it building in the balls that tightened in my hand, in the sudden tensing of his cock as it strained against my jaw, and in the barely perceptible sensation that he’d grown an extra half-an-inch, as though preparing to leap down my throat. My fingers clenched around his buttocks, holding him tighter, drawing him closer and, as he called, first my name, and then a sharp word of warning, my throat opened up to accept the coming flood. … and when he came, it was like a dam had burst, and all those months of waiting, wanting and dreaming suddenly gushed from that tiny slit in the tip to fill me so full that I couldn’t help but swallow, and I couldn’t help but want to either. And as he slowly softened, and my jaw starts to relax, that’s when I sucked him, draining him dry, squeezing balls that were already loosening inside their sack, and coming up only when I needed a deep breath. And he flopped down besideme, his eyes full of wonder, as though all of his fantasies had just merged into one… …like he’d completed the jigsaw puzzle. So I laughed as he held me close to his body, and waited till I felt I was able to speak. “Is that what you were thinking about?” “Yeah,” he said slowly, and I punched his arm. “That’s all you have to say for yourself?” and I was just about to push him for more when my phone rang. I crossed the room, wiping the last drops of cum from my face, and glanced at the caller ID. “It’s Judy.” Behind me, Barry swore. “Shit, I said I’d see her when she got home. I’d better run, Chrissie.” I nodded and picked up the phone. “Hey sweetie.” “I need to talk to you.” She sounded giggly, but shocked as well. Not shocked. Shy. Bashful. As if… “Chrissie, I met someone tonight. A guy.” I watched as Barry threw his clothes on, then stepped forward to kiss me on the cheek. I gestured for him to wash his face, to remove the most obvious traces of our lovemaking, and his face as he realized was a picture. I returned my attention to Judy. “Okay….” “He’s one of the instructors. He usually takes one of the other classes, but…” She was about to launch into one of her endless explanations, and I hurried her along. “Background later, details now. You met a guy…” Barry had re-emerged. I flapped my hand at him, ushering him out, and blew a kiss as he turned at the door. Judy was still talking. “He walked me out to the car after class, and we were talking so I had him come in and sit….” “And?” “And we were talking and the parking lot was emptying out, and suddenly we were the only people still there. And I parked in the back corner, you know beside the antique store… so it was dark and there was no-one around…” “Again. “And?” “Chrissie. I sucked him off. We were talking, and then we were kissing, and I was like… I wanted to do something, and you know there’s no room in the car and the studio would have been locked. So I did that.” I was silent. Shocked silent. Speechless silent. Again. And I guess she took it as a sign of disapproval because she started talking again. “I’ve never… not even with Barry. But it just felt….” “Right?” I had to say something. “Oh God yes. It was so right. The thing is, I don’t know what I’m going to say to Barry.” “Judy, you are not going to say anything to Barry. What you are going to do is, next time he stays over…” “Tonight. He’s coming over tonight.” “Well, when he comes over tonight, you’re going to do the same thing to him that you did to…” “Jan. He’s Dutch.” “The same thing you did to Jan.” And then, because I had to ask, “so did you swallow?” She made a little noise in the back of her throat. “No. I had him cum on his stomach.” “Well, you’re going to let Barry cum in your mouth. Okay?” I could hear her brain processing my words; hear her head and her heart wrestling with them. “I’ll try.” And then, “okay, gotta run. He’s here.” “Call me tomorrow. Let me know how it goes.”

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