#until they show up!!! but he shares a Look with Keri after that | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

faghubby · 1 year

Text

BECOMING A JOBSITE Slut

My name is Paul, I have become a sissy Cuckold. After Julie, my wife of 16 years caught me wearing her panties. After much discussion and explanation. I confessed I had been crossdressing since I was 11. Julie allowed me to continue openly with my fetish. Buying me my own lingerie to wear. After a few months, Julie confessed that she had an affair. She told me she had trouble seeing me as a manly man. Again we spoke in length about this. She concluded she would Cuckold me. I agreed but set a condition of length of time she could see any one lover. I discovered I loved knowing she was meeting someone. And often helped her get ready for her Date. She made sure I was always at least dressed in panties when she met with a man.

"Paul would you like to wear panties all the time?" Julie asked one day as she got ready to meet one of her lovers. She smiled a little and picked a bra out of my drawer.

"Wear this tonight as well" she told me. I removed my shirt and but it on.

"When I get home, I want you wearing this as well" she pulled out a long satin pink nightie. "I think it's time we expanded your fetish" she informed me. I put on a bulky sweatshirt to hide the bra. She stepped close rubbing against me.

"When was the last time you and I" she asked nibbling on my ear.

"Three months" I let out a low moan.

"You rub yourself thru panties don't you. Hoping to touch me like real men do" she teased me. "If you behave yourself I would be willing to help you with that" she kissed my neck. She finished getting ready and left. Leaving me home with our daughters. We had convinced them that their mom was taking night courses at the community college. Leaving me two sometimes three nights a week with the girls Abby 13 and Keri 15.

I had asked her about men she met. But she never shared any details. As I sat watching TV with our girls Julie sent me a text.

/How do you feel about becoming more feminine?/

/what do you mean?/ I responded

/I thought you might like it if you shaved your legs/

/I don't know what would I tell people if they noticed/ I replied

/that you are a sissy that wears panties/ she told me

/ he is hear I have to go/

The rest of the evening I couldn't get it out of my head. I would love to shave I thought but I couldn't could I? I waited up for Julie. She came home after midnight.

"Did you behave yourself? " She cooed as she slid into bed. Her hands slid over the nightie. She was naked.

"Did you think about what I mentioned ?" She asked. I nodded

"You would like it wouldn't you?" She asked as her hand rubbed my throbbing erection thru the nightie and panties. My fingers slid into her. She was wet and full of cum.

"Lick your fingers, taste him" she told me. I hesitated so she dipped her finger in and pushed it into my mouth.

"I want you to eat his cum out of me" Julie told me moving to sit on my face. As she lowered herself I stuck out my tounge and licked her creampied pussy.

"From now on you will be my lesbian wife when we are in bed." She informed me. She made me clean every drop of cum from her before she got up. I was still hard and throbbing

" You don't get to cum until I see you smooth." She told me. Then she laid next to me. And showed me a video of her sucking a huge black cock. She slept naked rubbing against me. I woke early.

It was Saturday, I went and filled the tub. And soaked I had seen Julie shave her legs dozens of times and followed her example as I started to remove my hair. It took forever but my legs where smooth. I drained the tub. Then refilled it after thinking I looked silly. I shaved NY public hair as well then figured my stomach and chest. As I did Julie came in to pee still naked. She didn't say a word until she was done. Then she took my arm and lifted it applied soap and shaved my pit.

"My sissy husband is going to look so cute" she kissed my cheek.

I shaved my other pit. I rinsed off and got out of the tub. Julie laid out a bra and panties on the bed for me. I slid them on. Julie had me lay next to her on the bed. Then showed me a video of her riding a cock. I watched as the cock slid in and out of her.

"Isn't his cock amazing" she teased as she rubbed me thru my panties. When the video ended she had another with an even bigger cock.

"It's so big, look at how veiny it is. See how much he comes" she teased till I came in my panties. She removed my panties and pushed them into my mouth.

"Sissies love cum, theirs or other mens" she told me. She slid a tiny thong up my legs. I got up and got dressed as she removed the panties from my mouth. I got dressed but when I put on a bulky shirt she stopped me.

"It's way to warm to wear that" and handed me a tee shirt. I could see my bra thru the shirt if I looked close. Julie went to shower. I hid in the bedroom to avoid the girls.

"What are you doing? " Julie asked. As she got out of the shower. She slid on a dress. Without panties or a bra.

"Since you wear them I don't have to" she told me. She then forced me out of the room. The girls were up. I was very nervous would they notice something. Julie was very plawful often grabbing my ass or pinching a nipple. The girls ignored us as usual.

That night Julie crawled into bed naked. Her hands roamed my body.

"How is my little sissy boi?" She teased rubbing my ass. She pulled the back of my thong down and her finger teased my hole.

"You want me to don't you?" She asked pinching my nipple with her other hand. "There is a box on the top shelf of my closet" she told me smacking my ass as I got up to get it.

"No peeking" she sang out. I found it and bought it to her. I crawled back into bed.

"Do you know what's in here?" She asked. I nodded.

"I thought you might, such a bad girl always in my things. I felt her apply lube to my hole. There where several sex toys in that box. I then felt as she pushed something hard against my ass.

"Relax, let him in baby" she told me. Then a burst of pain shot thru me I jumped as the head of her toy had slid into my ass. She held it still and waited.

"Shh relax get used to his size" Julie whimpered. She slowly started to work it in and out. The pain subsided.

"That's it baby, I knew you would like it" she told me. Soon I heard myself moaning.

"That's it faggot fuck yourself on his cock" Julie praised as I released I was pushing back to meet her thrust.

"OH your little pee pee is leaking all over " Julie laughed. As my panties where soaked in cum.

"I want you to buy a chastity cage and lock your little clit up" she told me. As she now thrust the toy in and out in long fast motion

She didn't stop until she had worked every drop of cum out of me.

The next day I ordered a chastity cage. Julie made sure I got the right one. Saying the one I picked was way to big. She also had me order a bigger dildo and a strapon harness. Along with a series of butt plugs that each got larger.

By the end of the week I was locked in a 2 inch cage and wore a pink thong as I left for work. I was aroused constantly but unable to get hard. When I bent over at work and Antony saw my pink thong. He didn't say a word just pushed me into a store room.

"What the fuck" I started.

"Don't start fag" he said. We had been friends for 10 years. Work together hang out together. But now he was pulling my thong up giving me a wedgie.

"I can explain" I started but he just pulled out his cock.

"I am not gay" I tried to tell him but he just pushed me over some boxes. He grabbed some grease from his tool box and quickly lubed hos cock. Then slid it into my smooth well trained ass. He fucked me right there I didn't even try and stop him. After a few minutes he pulled out and shot his load all over my ass. I fixed my pants as he stepped out I waited a few moments then followed. We didn't speak about it. On the way home I debated telling Julia. But as soon as I saw her I confessed to what had happened.

"Did you like being Anthony's bitch? Was he big? Did you suck his cock? She rattled off before I could answer. She then pulled out a douche.

"You need to clean your faggot pussy she told me" smacking my ass sending me to the bathroom she made me use two douche as an enema.

"You need to carry lube so he doesn't use that grease again." She told me. "When you suck his cock you will be better at telling me how big he is" after a shower she led me to bed. I was still naked as she cuddled me close. Her fingers playing with my ass.

"You want me to fuck you?" She asked biting my neck I tried to crawl onto her lap. She just smiled.

"Go get your play box" she told me. I got up and bought her the box. She picked a medium plug and lubed it. Then handed it to me.

"Put it in" she smiled she had always done it but I took the plug and worked it in till it sucked in and settled. As it did I moaned.

She then stood and put on her strapon over her clothes.

"Take it in your mouth, I will teach you how to suck Antony's cock" she said running her hands through my hair. She walked told me to kiss her cock, then lick it how to add saliva so it would slide down my throat. To cradle and suck his balls. And told me that I should swallow. I couldn't take it in my throat yet but Julia let me stop after 45 minutes. My Jaw and throat where sore.

When I got up the next morning Julia had picked out my clothes. She laid out a pink lace thong with a matching bra. And stay up pink stockings. For me to wear under my work clothes. I put everything on and Julia spirtzed me with her perfume.

"Antony will love it" she told me. Handing me a small tube of lube I could fit in my pocket.

"I know " she smiled sensing my hesitation "but I don't want you to say no, I want you to be his little faggot" she told me. And handed me my lunch. She had used her lunch bag it was pink with flowers on it. I frowned. But took it. As soon as I got to work Antony stopped me sitting in my car.

"About yesterday" he started I just stared at the steering wheel.

"I been going through shit with the wife and you" he tried to explain. He seemed shaken by it all. I don't know why but I reached out towards him without even looking and put my hand on his thigh.

His legs spread alittle. I slid my hand up.

"I am not mad about it" I told him still unable to look at him. He moved my hand up his thigh. I felt his cock through his pants. I rubbed him alittle then he got out of the car.

"Cute stockings " he said as he watched me get out of the car and my angels showed. As we went inside he held the door for me and his hand smacked my ass. We worked till break then he followed me to the bathroom pushing me into a stall. I sat on the toilet and fumbled with his belt and zipper. I pulled out his quickly hardening cock. And took it in my mouth. I did everything Julia had showed me. After 5 minutes Antony grabbed my hair and drove his cock down my throat I couldn't breath I couldn't even gag. He fucked my throat as I tried to relax. Then pumped his cum down into my stomach.

I was a mess snot and tears rolling down my face along with the remains of his cum. I tried to clean up as he left. Again he said nothing about it the rest of the day. Till he met me out by my car.

"Does Julia know?" He asked. I nodded. And handed him the small tube of lube.

"She gave me this in case" I mumbled. He just smiled. And led me to his truck he opened the door door me. Then drove me out to the far side of the job. We where far away from everything back behind a huge dirt pile. He pulled out his cock.

"GET OVER HERE AND RIDE THIS THEN" HE TOLD ME LUBING HIS COCK.

I did as he said sitting on his lap cowgirl style. I rode his cock. He wasn't forcing me I was riding him I thought. He filled my ass with cum. Then drove me back to my car. I drove home. Julia was waiting she had a million questions.

"He was thick, thicker then her strapon. And about 6 inches long I told her. That night she had me shave again. And in the morning purple lingerie bit added a pair of her jeans. Antony treated me differently not letting me lift heavy things. Always walking behind me. He fucked me everyday. Sometimes at work other times after. Julia kept encouraging me to do more. After two weeks i didn't even argue when she shaped my eyebrows and applied a little cover up before I went to work. I had not had any type of sex with Julia in that time. She had been seeing someone but she never said a word about him.

I had not known that Julia had started to tell people that I was gay. Until we went to a party one night. I noticed my friends openly flirted with her.

"Cute outfit" one of her friends Maggie said to me smacking my ass. I panicked knowing I was wearing ladies slacks with the zipper on the side. Another friend of mine led my wife away.

"Don't worry sweety, she just needs to get laid" Maggie told me her hand pulling my thong up higher.

"Shhh everybody knows darling. It's ok" she said as I started to panic. Maggie got me another drink then another. I was getting pretty tipsy. MAggie had un buttoned most of my shirt so my black lace bra was on display. I had not even noticed.

"Julia is back" Maggie said turning me around. The smile on her face made me happy.

"Don't you look scrumptious" she giggled her hand reaching under my bra and pinching my nipples.

"I am full of your friends cum, would you like to find a place to eat it all." She whispered then led me upstairs to a bedroom.

"John and Randy both filled me up" she informed me dropping her skirt she wore no panties. And cum had run down her thigh.

I knelt and licked her.

"Is it better then Antony's" she asked me. I didn't answer as a huge glob of cum fell on my tounge. I sucked it all out before she let me stop. Just as I stood the door opened and in walked my boss. He quickly undressed Julia the rest of the way.

"Take off your pants" he told me I did as instructed.

"Now go back to the party " Julia told me as my boss buried his cock into her ass. I hesitated but then did as told I got a lot of cat calls as I went downstairs. Everyone knew for sure I thought. Maggie took me under her wing again bit this time bent me over a table and had fun shoving this up my ass. First a bottle neck but soon people tried all sorts of things. I don't know how long before Julia came and took me home. I ate my bosses cum from her as she drove us home. I got demoted to the tool room after that at work. Often having different guys come down needing their tools cleaned and oiled. I was the jobsite whore. Often wearing a dress to work. And Julia continued to fuck my Boss.

171 notes · View notes

shannendoherty-fans · 3 years

Text

TV Guide, February 13, 1988

No Sassing Grandpa!

Our House's Shannen Doherty, 16, is concerned about her character's behaviour–and its impact on viewers.

By Helen Newton.

Shannen Doherty hunches over her high-school algebra textbook, reluctantly penciling problems in her least-favorite subject. Her teacher hovers over her. The two are alone in a small, dingy trailer that, despite a tacked-up poster and a forlorn bit of artwork, lloks nothing like school. This is the location classroom for NBC's Our House, whose three child stars (Shannen, 16, Chad Allen, 13, and Keri Houlihan, 12) are legally bound to squeeze three hours of daily lessons between scenes.

"It must be difficult," comments a visitor to the teacher, "going to school like this, all alone,no friends, no football games . . . ."

"Are you kidding?" interrupts the teacher. "They love it. What kid in his right mind wouldn't trade six hours in school day after day for this?" She gestures broadly at the controlledhubbub that fills the city park around her.

Just then an assistant director knocks on the door. "Time to get ready, hannen," he calls, and the actress, saved from solving for "x," bounces happily down the steps of the schoolroom, up the steps of her dressing room and into a costumer's impossibly conservative version of a punker's get-up.

Shannen's character, Kris Witherspoon, normally tends toward preppier attire–she does have her heart set on attending the Air Force Academy–but in this episode, she's trying to teach her crusty grandfather, Gus (played by Wilford Brimley), not to judge people ony by appearance. In Our House, one resident or another learns something uplifting every week.

"With our audience [young teens and families], I think we have a responsibility to set good examples," Shannen says earnestly. "There are drugs and so many other things that kids can get into trouble with that Ithink, if we can help, we should." But then good examples seem to come as naturally to Shannen as they do to Kris. Earlier this season, for example, she confronted a script that had Kris casually mentioning condoms. "It wasn't important to the plot. It was just a casual thing," says Shannen, her cheeks hinting at a blush. "I was uncomfortable with it and I thought Kris would be too, so I asked if they would take it out." They did. And Shannen tells of a scene in the episode being shot today that called for her to scream angrily at her grandfather. "I don't think Kris would sass her grandfather. She's let him know she was angry, but she'd be more respectful." Out came the sass.

Shannen doesn't believe in sassing her mother either, though she has ample opportunity: Rosa Doherty is with Shannen every day, all day, beginning with the hour's drive from their San Fernando Valley home. California law requires the presence of a parent or guardian until a child actor reaches 16, but Shannen, who will turn 17 in April, has asked her mother to stay on for at least another two years.

They're close, these two. "My mom's my friend," says Shannen unaffectedly, and you believe her. The two share a lot–beyond a mutual enthusiasm for Laura Ashley wallpaper, animals and their Baptist church, there's obviously their dedication to Shannen's career.

Rosa watches over Shannen carefully–what ordinary mother can confer with her child's teacher several times a day?–and she adamantly opposes allowing her daughter to work longer than the 10 1/2 hours required daily. But when Shannen is busy, Rosa finds plenty to occupy herself. Everyone on the set knows her: she joshes with the costumer, the hairdresser, the other children's mothers. She lays plans with Shannen's publicist and manager. And she readies Shannen's fan mail so Shannen can answe ir. ("A lot of kids ask me for advice," Shannen says. "Kris is so together that naturally she'd know what to do. Meanwhile, I look at the mail and think, 'Oh, no, what do I say?´")

But Shannen does know what to say–like the time two years ago at the beginning of ninth grade when she announced to her mother that she wanted to go to school like a regular kid. "It was the beginning of high school, and I wanted to get situated," she says. One semester was enough, however. "There are plenty of kids around work for me to be friends with," she says, when asked whether she misses the social experiences of high school. "There are Chad and Keri, and on the Lorimar lot there are the kids from Valerie's Family. And I met my boy friend"–she says this slihtly shyly, as if unaccustomed to the term–"on the set of Max Headroom." (Since then, Shannen has decided to attend school in her senior year. She plans to fit her TV work around her academic schedule.)

The next week, the next episode, the next location–this time 40 miles north of Los Angeles on the woodsy shores of a lake. It's lunch time; long tables are set up above the lake and Keri trails Shannen around and between them as they play with the two assistant directors' walkie-talkies. Shannen's handle in this game is "Sugarplum," a nickname some of the truckers who worked for her grandfather in Memphis called her when she was little. The assistant directors look benignly, almost paternally, on.

"We feel lucky," says Rosa. "This show is like family. The crew is great. And Wilford really cares about people." Although Brimley refused to talk about his young colleague, citing a dislike of publicity, Shannen and Rosa say the show's star is generous in other ways. They've been guests at his Utah ranch. Shannen, sharing Brimley's interest in horses, bought one from him two years ago, though she's since sold it back to him. "It was a quarter horse,and I'm more interested in Thorough-breds," she says. And Brimley takes a deep interest in the health of Shannen's father, Tom, who, like Brimley, is a diabetic.

The week before, at the city-park location, Tom had shown up, clearly almost as at home on the set as Rosa. "Everyone loves my dad," says Shannen. "He likes to cook, and sometimes he brings food for the crew."

Belying his hearty appearance now, Tom Doherty suffered a stroke in 1983. Although Tom says it was the best thing that ever happened to him because it forced him to slow down, Rosa says, "It was very hard on the famiy, but we got through it as a family. the children came to occupational theraphy with us so they could understand and support the process." Shannen adds, "I used to draw him a picture every day and hang them all around. It cheered him up. It was pretty scary, seeing him not able to do a child's sorting game." Now almost completely recovered, Tom says, "I have an easy job that allows me to do things like stop by the set occasionally and spend more time with our son, Sean." Sean, 20, is ambitious, too,but his area is politics. A conservative, he's actively involved in his local Youth Republicans group. In 1986, he was elected a GOP official in Los Angeles. "Our son needs attention, too," Tom says, 2and sometimes his mother doesn't have time."

Rosa's timefirst became a rare commodity when Shannen was 10 years old. Over her mother's initial objections, Shannen became active in a children's theater company, where she was spotted by an agent. He arranged an autition for the role of Drucilla Shannon in Father Murphy. "It was like fate, because I have this lucky doll named Drucilla and my name is Shannen and I was determined to work with Michael Landon [creator of Father Murphy]," Shannen recalls. Drucilla the doll went along on the audition, though she stayed in the car, and sure enough, Shannen got the part. She also won the continuing interest of Michael Landon, who cast her in Little House: A New Beginning and in an epiode of Highway to Heaven.

"I'd like to work with her again sometime if she's available," comments Landon. "She's got a good head on her shoulders. She's very conscientious and determined." Those qualities were, in fact, what drew him to her when Shannen was a 10-year-old. "Even then you could see that she treated this as a business. She really wanted the job for herself. It was not a case of a parent wanting a show-business career fora child, which is often the case. I'm very proud of her."

William Blinn, co-executive producer of Our House, echoes Landon's thoughts. "Shannen is like her character. She's a very dedicated kid." With the show now in its second season, Blinn hopes the work will continue to be there for her. Our House has the unenviable task of taking on CBS's warhorse 60 Minutes. "It's counter-programming to the max," says Blinn of his show's effort to attract a young audience. And so, while the ratings have not been spectacular (the highest so far this season was 14.5), Blinn says NBC is pleased to be a solid second in its time period.

Whether the show has a long run or not, Shannen intends to. Like Kris, she has goals in mind, and if co-star Deidre Hall (Shannen's TV mom, Jessie) is right, "she'll get anything she sets her mind on." With her manager and her mother, she's looking into various film and TV projects. "I plan to get into feature films and eventually to direct," Shannen says confidently.

A visitor asks her what sort of actress she sees herself becoming in the future–the next Ally Sheedy, perhaps, or Molly Ringwald?

"The next Shannen Doherty! I'm one of a kind," she declares boldly, then lapses into a self-conscious giggle. "Really," she says, more seriously, "the person I try to model myself on is Katharine Hepburn. She's really into her work."

But before stardom, there's college. A California university makes the most sense if she wants to work at the same time, Shannen says, but there's still something about the sound of Harvard, Princeton or Yale. . . .

"Really?" says her teacher later. "That's ambitious. She'd better get to work on that math."

9 notes · View notes

chilling-seavey · 3 years

Note

1. happy New Years eve eve! 2. okay so this works for any of the universes but I was thinking ABM? - the girls seeing the New Years fireworks and insisting on staying up?

So I’m so late to this and I re-wrote this like twice and I still don’t like it but you tend to like the ones I hate so maybe this will suffice 😂💟

December 31, 2029

“Are you warm enough?” Florence tucked the blanket higher around Lucy who was sat on Daniel’s lap, already bundled up to the top of her head. The four-and-a-half-year-old nodded sleepily up at her mother.

“Do we have more hot chocolate?” Penelope asked, holding up her empty plastic mug to Christian beside her.

“Over here, honey.” Keri came over to her to pour some more into her mug from the thermos.

Penelope thanked her sweetly and took a small sip. Christian draped the blanket farther over her shoulders and shuffled closer with his arm around her.

“I love my birthday!” Clementine shouted, rushing outside after a bathroom run due to too much hot chocolate, her mittened hands clapping together excitedly and climbed right up onto Florence’s lap in the deck chair.

The Seavey family’s home had a perfect view of the park and the harbour where annual new years eve fireworks were set off over the water and this year in particular, all three girls wanted to stay up to watch them and welcome in the new year. A new decade. They were sure Lucy was going to fall asleep before they started but she had a long nap in the afternoon to hopefully make it to midnight – she had insisted she wanted to stay up with her sisters.

“Last few minutes!” Christian said before pocketing his phone again.

“Are you awake, Lucy Lu?” Daniel glanced down to the little girl on his lap, her eyes getting heavy.

“Mhm. I’m ‘wake.” Lucy mumbled, shifting a little so his arms were wrapped right around her. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“It’s almost my birthday!” Clementine sang.

“Not until 3:06.” Florence whispered sweetly to her, pulling her head down to her shoulder.

Clementine only smiled and tucked her arms around her mother’s shoulders, staring out over the dark water in the distance. The family got settled in their chairs and got ready for the fireworks show. Penelope kept chugging hot chocolate to try and keep herself awake, Lucy was already fading, but Clementine was wide awake.

They counted down from 10 all together when it was time and wished each other happy new year with excited smiles. Daniel leaned over the side of his chair and linked his finger in the side of his wife’s coat and pulled her towards him to lean in and they shared soft smiles.

“Happy New Year.” he whispered.

“Happy New Year.” Florence smiled, meeting him halfway for a lingering kiss.

Clementine smiled at her parents for a second before turning back to the bay as the first fireworks of the night went off. Lucy startled back awake at the noise and Daniel wrapped her tightly in the blanket and his arms and she blinked her eyes open to watch the show.

“Happy birthday to me!” Clementine sang softly to herself.

“The whole world celebrates with you every year.” Florence smiled, resting her chin on her daughter’s shoulder.

“I’m just that special.” Clementine breathed.

“They’re so pretty.” Penelope whispered, staring with wide eyes at the huge fireworks.

“Not too loud?” Christian asked. She shook her head, leaning into his side.

Lucy was still half asleep but was forcing her eyes to stay open, watching the fireworks explode loudly and brightly in the distance. Daniel looked between his four favourite girls, the littlest one cuddled up on his lap under mounds of blankets, and he smiled to himself. He couldn’t wait for a whole other year with them. His perfect little family.

14 notes · View notes

thestarwrites · 3 years

Text

All Right, All Might: Ch.6

Word Count: 3,228

Rating: PG

Painting: Toshinori Yagi X FemOC

The UA Guidance Counselor, a quirk user with Pathokenesis, is shocked to find out her personal hero All Might is coming to be a teacher. The road they walk as a parallel starts to merge and there’s no telling what could happen. This is the moment when everything starts to go haywire; The attack at the USJ.

CHAPTER SIX: It Started On All Might’s Day Off

“Remind me again why you’re here on your day off instead of resting at home and doing some of the things you say you’re too busy to do? Like get furniture?” Keri quirked her eyebrow at the tall blonde relaxing on her sofa as she typed. The door was locked and the privacy shade was down, “I can’t even see any students while you’re in here like this Tosh.”

All Might frowned, “I brought you lunch… don’t you want to come and eat it before it gets cold?”

The woman looked up and couldn’t help but smile, standing up she stretched, “I guess it is lunch time, and you were sweet enough to bring me lunch.”

“You bring me lunch sometimes.”

“Yeah to your desk when you haven’t left it to eat in hours,” She huffed, “I know you have a hard time getting food to stay down and stuff.” She went over and wrapped her arms around him with a sigh.

He looked down at the crown of her head, “You okay?”

“Yeah, just glad to see you.”

The two adults sat in comfortable silence for a while as he held onto her, stroking her back. Toshinori smiled, he had recently been back in touch with his mentor, Gran Torino- he had to tell him about Izuku, and he might have mentioned something about this woman practically in his lap.

“Toshinori?” She looked up at him.

A blush crept over his cheeks and he tried to look mildly interested, “Hm?”

“Can I ask you something personal?”

“Well— sure you can, I don’t see why not.”

She slid to sit beside him and pushed a hand in her hair, “Have you ever dated a woman?” He started coughing up blood, “Oh shit— Oh god I’m sorry—“

“No- no—“ he wiped at it with the stained handkerchief she’d given him, “I just— no I was always too busy for that. I had a job to do.” He blushed, “Not to say I haven’t… seen my share of action.”

Keri nodded and looked away, “Just wondering.”

Clearing his throat he smiled, “So- want to see what I brought you —“

Cutting All Might off was the sound of a recording;

“WARNING, LEVEL THREE SECURITY BREECH. ALL STUDENTS EVACUATE THE BUILDING IN AN ORDERLY FASHION. WARNING, LEVEL THREE SECURITY BREECH—“

Keri shot up, “What!?” She jumped up and started to move toward the door, “Toshi—“

He stood and bulked up into his muscle form, “WE’LL SEE WHAT’S WRONG.”

Keri rushed into the hallway with All Might, “Stop right there you two.” A calm voice rang out over the emergency message, “The press got past our security.”

“The press?”

“Yes, Patho, the press are here and they want All Might,” He cleared his throat, “Eraserhead and Present Mike are down there telling them its his day /off/.”

Toshinori rubbed the back of his head, “SORRY ABOUT THAT… I UH… WANTED TO BRING MISS CHAIRO SOME LUNCH.”

“Well, as it is, we wouldn’t want the press to get any statements from you anyhow.”

Keri raised her hand, “How did the press even get past the security gate…?”

“Thats exactly what I want to know,” Nezu hummed softly.

Recovery Girl came from her office and sighed, “What’s all this then.”

“Reporters,” Nezu looked up at her, “I’ve already phoned the police.”

Keri turned, “Toshi, you have to get out of here once they’re gone.”

“Tch- You… want me to leave?”

She was embarrassed that she was in front of an audience for this, but all the same, “Its your day off, Toshi. You need to go home and rest, and — and I’ll come over after work and check on you okay?”

He smiled and nodded, “Okay, Ree, you’re right… I do need my rest.”

Nezu cleared his throat, “Now… We need to go down and inspect the gate once the police escort everyone away.”

Keri nodded and then stopped, “Oh my god has anyone checked on the kids?! Do they even know what to do in an emergency like this?” She looked back and then started for the elevator to head down to the cafeteria.

All Might started to run after her, Nezu cleared his throat, “This is her specialty, All Might. Let her handle it.”

The man nodded and scratched the back of his head.

“I know there are no fraternization rules here at UA… but that being said… I can’t have you here distracting Patho while she can be meeting with students…”

“F-fraternization!?”

Nezu blinked, “Staff dating.”

“W-we’re not dating!! We’re friends!” Toshinori burned red, a nagging feeling he had felt before in her presence was bubbling up inside of his chest, “But you are right, I can’t come and interrupt someone during their work day because they are my friend. I’m sorry.”

“Its alright, All Might, no harm done,” Nezu smiled, “Why don’t you wait in her office until the police and the reporters are gone?”

He nodded and went back to sit on the sofa, pulling down the privacy curtain he deflated and ran a hand in his blonde hair, “Why does everyone keep saying we’re dating… Keri couldn’t think of me like that, I’m frail and old - all washed up. And soon I’ll be quirkless. I’m twenty years her senior… she deserves better.”

----

Keri ran down toward the cafeteria where the children were all eating lunch — and it was utter chaos, “Shit—!” She gasped and took a deep breath, her forehead starting to glow a bright pink where she stood in the hallway doors. Looking up she saw him, Tenya ida flying through the air and landing on thee external doors.

“EVERYONE!” He cried out.

“Looks like he needs a support hero,” she smiled a little and her whole body began to glow as it had the previous day on the training field - balls of pink light forming on the ends of her fingertips- extending them toward the students, everything began to slowly quiet down. She concentrated - calming waves started to wash over the stampede of kids until between her quirk, and Tenya’s shouts, they were still.

“IT’S JUST THE MEDIA OUTSIDE!” He called out, he too, felt the calming affect come over him but he couldn’t think of it now, “THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT, EVERYTHING’S FINE — WE’RE UA STUDENTS, WE NEED TO REMAIN CALM AND SHOW EVERYONE WE’RE THE BEST OF THE BEST!”

Keri smiled brightly, he had the authority of a great hero. She flexed her fingers open wider and sighs of relief started flooding through the room.

“Wow — did you see that?! That was so manly!” Kirishima shouted.

“Did you notice he looks like the exit sign guy?” Kaminari started laughing.

Deku touched his chest and looked over his shoulder - there at the back of the room stood Patho, glowing pink. He could tell the rest of his classmates were beginning to significantly calm down now.

Police sirens started blaring, “Hey! Its the police!” A girl called out.

“Everyone! If I could have your attention now please!” Keri called out, still glowing. The students turned their heads, “Everyone please return back to lunch time, an announcement will come over when you will be returning to classes!”

Nodding kids started filtering back into the cafeteria to their lunches, while Ururaka started hurrying toward Ida, “That was amazing Ida!” She put her hands together and sighed, “Re… lease!”

Ida fell from the doorway, landing alright on his feet, “I couldn’t have done it without you, Ururaka.” He smiled.

Deku walked up and grinned, “Ida that really was amazing.”

“Yes, Tenya,” Keri said with a smile as she came up behind Deku and Ururaka, “That was really impressive what you did back there.”

“Well I, I know I had your help, miss Chairo.” Tenya blushed a little.

She smiled, “You probably would have been able to command the situation even if I wasn’t here. You were already in the process before I arrived. I just wanted it to go more smoothly. That’s what I’m here for after all.”

Ida smiled, “Thank you… your quirk feels… so strange, I must admit.” He smiled.

Ochaco grinned, “Yeah! Like someone wraps you with a big blanket!”

Keri laughed softly, “Its not the only thing I can make someone feel, but its the most useful I think, now, why don’t you return to your lunches, and try to have a good rest of your day, hm? I’m going to go see to the police.”

“Yes Miss Chairo!” Ida smiled and ushered his classmates back toward their table. Deku gave her a wave which she returned with a smile.

An ominous wind blew across campus as Principal Nezu stood perfectly composed before the crumbled school defense wall. Midnight, Thirteen, Recovery Girl and Patho circled behind. The four women looked slightly bewildered as Nezu began to speak.

“How were ordinary members of the press able to by-pass our security systems? Someone else must have been behind this… Some villain managed to actually infiltrate our school. But was this purely a show of power? Or a declaration of war?” He looked at the rubble and then back to the four women.

Midnight took a deep breath, face solemn, “Whatever quirk did this… it obliterated the wall- Nezu, what are we going to do?”

“It may have eliminated the wall but the sensors are still in tact,” Patho looked up.

“What if its more than one villain? What if it’s a test?” Recovery Girl asked.

Patho looked down to her and then back up, “We have All Might.”

“All Might can’t be everywhere Keri and you know it,” Midnight looked to her, “And if its more than one villain, what is one man to do against that?”

“You’re right, Midnight. We all must be prepared for what could happen next. All the teachers must be informed,” Nezu nodded, “We’ll have a conference after school today.”

“Yes, sir.”

THE VERY NEXT DAY…

“You’re late,” The younger woman smirked, standing in front of the school doors as Toshinori ran up, out of breath, “Doing hero work again?”

“Keri—“ He gasped a breath, “Listen I—“

“Its no use, you’re in trouble, mister,” She giggled.

He ran his hands down his face, “I can’t just— ignore—“

Keri went to him and took his hand, “Calm down idiot, I’m teasing you… but you do need to be more careful - you’re using up your hero time on things other heroes can handle… these kids deserve the most time you can give them.”

He hung his head and held her hand close, kneeling to be a little under her height, “You’re right… You’re always right, Ree…”

“I know,” She smiled and pushed some of his blonde hair back, “Don’t be so dramatic, you don’t have to train 1-A today at least, they’re heading to the USJ right now with Aizawa. They all looked so cute in their little costumes.”

“They’re on their way to the USJ Already!? I thought that was later in the day! Shit I’m supposed to be there!”

She blinked and rubbed the back of her head, “Ah— well then I guess you really are in trouble… come on- lets go up to my office so you can rest, you should be able to make it in time for the end of the training right?”

He stood and clenched his jaw, “This was so irresponsible of me.”

“Things happen, Tosh, just call Thirteen, I’m sure she’ll understand,” holding out her hand she smiled, “Come on, symbol of peace. Let’s get you some breakfast.”

He took her hand and took a deep breath, “Yeah, that will be good, help me recover a bit more.”

------

“Yes… Yes… Understood… Uh-huh— no no I’m sure I can make it there by the end! Yes. Okay.. I’m sorry again… honestly… Okay, bye.” Toshinori hung up his phone and hung his head.

Keri locked the door and pulled down the privacy shade again and walked up to the sofa, kneeling beside Toshinori in his weakened form, “Come here.”

He leaned into her with a frown, she wrapped her arms around him and leaned back. He was laying in her lap as she played with his golden hair, using her quirk to give him some peace of mind, “What on earth would I do without you…” He hummed blissfully as he felt his stress melt away.

“Be sitting here pacing the floor and beating yourself up,” she purred, forehead glowing bright pink as she poured good feelings into the man in her lap. Looking down as he closed his eyes she smiled, blushing slightly, he was so handsome, even — no — especially like this. Like this he was just a man, he was just Toshinori. He was good, kind, valiant, somber, fun — somehow she loved him more like this than like All Might. Well, maybe it was because you can admire and love a symbol - but you fall in love with a person. And there was no denying it in her heart that she was head over heels in love with Toshinori Yagi. Though she would never tell him.

Sighing he wrapped his arms around her waist, somehow the touch didn’t fell inappropriate - this was just their normal interaction. Friends acted like this, right? Toshi sighed and fell asleep for a little while as Keri continued her ministrations.

---

“Toshinori,” a soft voice tempted him from his dreamless sleep, “Toshi… wake up…”

“Nnh… five more minutes.”

A gentle laugh filled the room, “Toshinori my leg is asleep.”

Blinking his blue eyes open he looked up and blushed, “Ah! Oh Patho I’m sorry! How long have I been out! I’m sorry—“

“Stop, stop,” she laughed as he sat himself up and stretched, “You’ve been asleep for half an hour, you needed some rest, it was no trouble.”

“I should call Aizawa,” he coughed a bit and pulled his phone to his ear, “See how things are going.” When he couldn’t reach the man, he tried Thirteen — no answer.

“What’s wrong?”

All Might frowned, “I can’t get either of them on the phone— let me try Aizawa again.”

She stood and stretched, “They are teaching.”

“I know…” he pouted, “Maybe I should just show up there — you know… say something inspiring!” He bulked up and started immediately coughing blood.

“Toshi—!” She was cut off by a knock at the door.

A soft cough sounded out, “Patho? Am I correct that I hear All Might in there?”

“Shit-“ she ran to the door, unlocking it, “Principal Nezu, sir, yes he’s been in here resting.”

“Dear? Will you run downstairs and get me some tea from the lunchroom?”

“Sir, I have tea here…” Nezu shot her a look, “Ah-! Yes… I’ll get tea from the lunch room.” She frowned and cleared her throat, “I will be back,” with that, she left the room.

Taking a deep breath she got into the elevator, “Poor Toshinori… he’s going to get one hell of a lecture if ever I heard one…” Walking through the hallways she took stock of everything going down in each classroom, knowing she wasn’t wanted back in her office for a good long while.

Finally after wandering around for almost forty minutes, Patho decided a nice walk outside would do the trick — “MISS CHAIRO!!!” She heard a scream, a familiar one — Tenya.

“Tenya?!” She rushed to the top of the stairs to see the boy sprinting with all his might - looking exhausted, “Tenya what’s wrong?!”

He all but collapsed against the stairs, “The USJ — a villain attack— there’s a hundred easy — Aizawa and Thirteen and the others—“ He was crying.

Patho ran to him, trying to help him up, “Tenya, come with me- we have to tell the Principal exactly what is happening so he can sound the alarm.” The boy nodded, Patho activated her quirk to try and soothe him - though it didn’t do much with all the fear and adrenaline she could feel coming off of him, “You did the right thing running back to the school, Tenya, I’m so proud of you.”

He just stared ahead, trying to remain standing as the rode up the elevator.

Keri helped him down the hall, “NEZU!! NEZU COME QUICK!” She shouted from the hall. Nezu and a Buffed up All Might ran into the hallway.

“Young Ida - what’s wrong—“ Nezu started.

“Principal Nezu, there’s been a villain attack inside the USJ, Thirteen, Aizawa and the class are trying to fight them off - there are so many — they need help!”

Nezu nodded, “Patho - get Tenya to lie down in your office, get him some water - I’m going to sound the alarm and call the police— All Might you — ALL MIGHT?”

The man was running into the stairwell before anyone could say anything. He had to save the kids. He had to. If he had been there none of this would have happened.

Nezu shook his head, “Patho — take care of Ida.”

“Miss Chairo — you have to let me go back to my class—“

“Tenya. You’re exhausted. You have done an incredible thing, and All Might is on his way - the police and other heroes will be on the scene. Right now, you need to sit down for a moment- when Nezu gathers the staff, you can head with them, okay?”  He nodded, tears in his eyes, “I— I…” He covered his face, taking his glasses off.

Keri knelt by him, setting a glass of water on the coffee table, “Hey now… its alright to cry, you can let it out Tenya, you’re safe here.”

“My friends are in trouble!” He whimpered.

“Yes, but they are capable, as are the heroes with them. Here, I want you to take a sip of water and take a few deep breaths, you need to calm down some so you can return to thee USJ.” She held out the glass for him. He took it and took a few breaths, wiping his eyes, “Thats it Tenya.” She had to focus on the boy in front of her, had to do her job. Her heart was pounding in her own chest knowing Toshinori wasn’t strong enough for this right now.

“Thank you….” He said softly as he took another drink of water, “Miss Chairo… I couldn’t have made it up here without your help.”

“Come on now— lets get up and go see if the teachers are getting ready.”

He nodded and took another breath, standing with renewed vigor — inspiration from Patho’s quirk.

Nezu came into the hallway, “Come on — we’re meeting everyone at the front of the building, the police are on their way. Patho I need you to stay behind and watch the front doors.”

Tenya gave a quick look over to there guidance counselor and for a moment thought he saw a brief look of disappointment or something related cross her face before she uttered, “Yes, sir, I’ll keep an eye for the cops.”

In what seemed like no time at all, all of the pros were gone in the direction of the USJ. Patho stood on the steps of the school, all of the other kids in their classrooms unaware, thinking some staff meeting was called. She looked down at her feet, feeling pathetic once more. She couldn’t even help her students in trouble. She just silently hoped for everyone’s safety.

Turning her head — she heard sirens fast approaching.

#toshinori yagi x oc #my hero academia #all might #all might x oc

5 notes · View notes

noramoya · 4 years

Text

#ThrillerLiveCloses #ApprovedByMJon2009

“Right now our world has been turned upside down, with a pandemic that is changing our way of life. It is affecting us all, financially, emotionally and socially. For me it has resulted in THRILLER LIVE closing prematurely (and permanently) in the West End, as all theatres around the country have been shut, in the public’s best interest. Myself and the rest of the team totally understand and respect that we must all practice social distancing, working together to beat this virus. But yesterday was a very sad day as I joined the cast, crew and other creatives at the Lyric Theatre for one last time. We wanted to come together to say goodbye to each other at the theatre that had become our home for the past 11-years. Ironically we were just two more performances away from becoming the 11th longest ever running show in the West End. Still to be 12th, and the longest ever running show at the Lyric Theatre is an incredible achievement. Another thing the coronavirus has shown us is that we never know what is around the corner and we shouldn’t take what we have for granted. Through hard times, we get to see what matters most and what we really need to value.

One of our cast members said that leaving the Lyric Theatre was like losing a loving partner. And that is partly true, in that sometimes you don’t appreciate what you have until it is gone. But I am sure that each and every one of the Thriller Live cast and crew will go on to great new ventures, just as previous associates have. It’s been an INCREDIBLE journey which has formed great friendships, partnerships and even relationships with babies to boot! For me it seems that things have gone full circle. For it was 30 years ago today (20th March 1990) when I first met the King of Pop, Michael Jackson, and he inspired me to see a world of endless possibilities. He showed me humility, kindness and a laughter like I’d never heard before.

We were at Record One Studios where he was free and at his creative best, producing the ‘Dangerous’ album. Watching a genius at work, who since the age of 5 had been perfecting his craft to become the world’s greatest ever entertainer was a true privilege. And then came an invitation to lunch at Neverland. That was the most memorable weekend ever. I’d never seen a landscape and home so beautiful. A place where Michael could dream peacefully, and one could lose themselves in magical abandonment. Which I did playing on the arcades, riding on the funfair and watching movies in the theatre. Just before I left, as I walked out the oak door, Michael said come back anytime. And I did, at least once a year - return to Neverland, as did many lucky fans, and various charitable organisations that Michael opened his doors for, because he loved to give, help and see others happy. That was the Michael Jackson I knew - a humble, innocent soul, who also happened to be one of the greatest artists of all time. There are many, many other stories that I have shared over the years, and fans and friends will know. Each one of them still as colourful in my mind now as it was when I first lived them. I thank Michael for those memories, and even though he is gone, it has never felt like a goodbye.

From all of us at “Thriller Live”, we want to Thank everyone who came to see the Show in the West End. We are Grateful that we could keep Michael’s Legacy and Music alive through the production and cá look forward to continuing touring the world in years to come. Now here follows a long, long list of thanks to just a few of the many people who made the show possible in the West End. There has been literally hundreds of people involved on and off the stage, so apologies that I can’t list everyone, but each of you are just as important in making this show a special part of West End history ! Producers Paul Walden & Derek Nicol, Mark Strange – General Manager, Ginette Sinnott – Head of Marketing, and everyone else at Flying Music (past and present) – thank you for believing in the show and all you have done to make it a worldwide success.

•Gary Lloyd our amazing Director & Choreographer. I could write a book about his character and talent, so please go read his own ! John Maher our meticulous Musical Director extraordinaire. • Every single band member past and present including Damien Cooper, Oliver Latka, Ryan Alex Farmery, Adam Kovacs and Mike Bradley - the greatest compliment you can pay these guys, is that some audience members still ask if the show is ‘live’. Yes! Applause when screen goes back and our musicians are revealed ! • Yasmin Yazdi, Jo Dyce, Rose Wild and Aisling Duffy – our fierce Resident Directors and Assistant Choreographers whom over the years have put hundreds of cast members through their paces. • Sharon Speirs and Caroline Stroud, our two long running and outstanding Company Managers over the past 11-years. And thank you to others who stepped in. • Nigel Catmur – Lighting Designer, Chris Whybrow – Sound Designer, Jonathan Park – Set Designer, Rob Jones and Catherine Teatum – Costume Designers – thank you for making this show look and sound so great ! • Our hard-working crew – Dawn Harvey, Paul Bond, Glenn Jenkins, Sophie Kemp, Kelvin White, Bill Dimeo, Matthew Giles, Alice Johson, Sara Markwick, Gemma Tucker, Melissa Cooke, Karli Can Heerden, Inca Jaackson, Rosie Woods and Jo Conlon – thank you for being there every day and making the show possible. • Not forgetting dozens of former crew members from Becky Potts and Jessica Plews to Craig and Kate Garratt and many, many more. • A big shout out to Haydon Eshun and John Moabi, our longest running West End cast members. These two guys are stage legends, whose performances did Michael proud every single night. • Respect to Kevin Wilson PR for keeping our name up in lights and doing it always with the utmost enthusiasm. • Thank you to Debbie O'Brien Casting – the talent we have seen over the years has been incredible including Zoe Birkett, Hayley Evetts, Maria Lawson, Samantha Johnson Carter, Cleopatra Madonna, Britt Quentin, Alex Buchanan, Jerome Singer, Trenyce Cobbins, David Jordan, MiG Ayesa and so many more outstanding vocalists ! • We have also been blessed with hundreds of amazing dancers since 2006 and through to the end of this West End run. They, with the singers and musicians are the life blood of the show, which relies, not on massive production, but pure heart and soul to deliver the energy, authenticity and chemistry that was part of Michael Jackson. • Thank you Nica Burns at Nimax for giving us a home for 11-years, and all the staff at the Lyric Theatre for looking after us, and over 2 million audience members throughout the years. • Massive appreciation to Kerys Nathan, our original Director & Choreographer from 2006-2008. You’ll always be a part of the show. • Thank you to every single cast member from the original West End cast featuring Ben Forster, Roger Wright, Denise Pearson, Ricko Baird, Kieran Alleyne, Layton Williams (OFFICIAL), Sterling Williams, Lewis Davies, Kamilah Beckles, Christabelle Field, Elliot James, Earl Perkins, Emily Rumbles, Dannielle Rothman, Sean Williams, Ashton Russell, Ross Sands and Jordan Darrell, to our last with – Wayne Anthony-Cole, Vivienne Ekwulugo, David Julien, Miles Anthony, Florivaldo Mossi, Lauren Gore, Filippo Coffano, Leslie Garcia Brown, Deavion Brown, David Devyne, Mitchell Eley, Ike Fallon, Eliza Hart, Gabriela Hernandez, Amelia-Annie Layng, Arnold Mabhena, Rishard-Kyro Nelson, Oskarina O'Sullivan , Shola B Riley, Triple Calz, Cannon Hay, Isaiah Mason, Ishaan Raithatha and Messiah Unusudimi. • To everyone on our suspended touring production, and all those before which has seen us visit over 34 different countries, thank you, thank you and thank you again. We will see each other hopefully soon as we continue this journey. Until then stay safe, and don't eat too many pies, there is only one costume budget. •Apologies too many not named above, some whom I greatly admire and some whom I am proud to now call friends, you are all in my thoughts.

Lastly, and most importantly – thank you to MICHAEL JACKSON ! “THRILLER LIVE” is your Music, your Artistry and your Magic ! Thank you for your Inspiration , Love and Humanity . 🙏🏼

Dreams do come true — Adrian Grant .

13 notes · View notes

turtleshorties · 5 years

Text

Raphael x reader: The way I are [song fic]

Song: The way I are by Timbaland ft. Keri Hilson, D.O.E, Sebastian

Author’s note: Another song fic! <3 Throwback to the song, it gives me Raph vibes whenever I hear it. Hope you enjoy, sweet fam! <3

Disclaimer: I do not own TMNT and I do not own you, just my wild imagination ;P

Warning: None.

Y/N = Your name

Raphael is pacing back and forth on the rooftop of your apartment building. He is trying to collect himself, his emotions and his excitement is rushing through him. The other night after he had followed you home, you asked if he'd like to hang out with you. His mind is racing with a million thoughts and his heart is beating faster by each second that's passing by.

He couldn't believe this is happening. Was it real and not just another of his many dreams of you and him together? Just you and him, without interruptions from his brothers, it's happening tonight. No matter how eager and excited the big bara is for tonight, he's also freaking out.

I ain't got no money

I ain't got no car to take you on a date

I can't even buy you flowers

But together we can be the perfect soul mates

Talk to me girl

It's like his fear is trying to take over and control him. The thought of rejection, that you may change your mind and go with someone else, or that he might even lose you as a friend. He can't stand the fearful feelings of losing you.

He was questioning himself, filling himself up with self doubt. You, a beautiful human that could be with anyone, being with him, a giant mutant turtle that lives in the sewers of New York and can't take you out on proper dates or be with you in public.

Oh, baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for me

If we go and touch, you can still touch my love, it's free

We can work without the perks just you and me

Thug it out 'til we get it right

You deserve so much that he can’t give. A normal life with someone that can treat you right, buy you gifts, take you out to dinner or the movies, someone that can show you off for the world to see and even travel the world with you.

Checking his phone he see it’s time to get going as you must be waiting for him already to come. He jumps down on your balcony and let out a sigh. “Alright, here it goes.” he carefully knocks on the window to signal he’s there.

Baby if you strip, you can get a tip

'Cause I like you just the way you are

(I'm about to strip and I'm well equipped

Can you handle me the way I are?)

I don't need the G's or the car keys

Boy I like you just the way you are

Let me see you strip, you can get a tip

'Cause I like, I like, I like

“I’m coming!” you shout out as you run over to let him in. A big smile on your face when you see him. “Raphael! Hi, please come in!” you greeted him with a hug.

The sight of you, the feeling of you in his arms and your scent, it made his mind run wild again. Was this a dream or was it really happening.

“Let me just grab my phone real quick and we’re good to go!” you said as you both let go from the hug, a bit too quick for his liking.

“That’s cool.” he checked her out. Did she dress up for him? Black leather jacket, a red top, black leggings and red sneakers. You looked badass and like a total rebel. Heck, he melted after seeing you in red.

I ain't got no Visa

I ain't got no Red American Express

We can't go nowhere exotic

It don't matter 'cause I'm the one that loves you best

Talk to me girl

“So where are we going, doll?” he smirked while leaning against the door frame with crossed arms. He knew there wasn’t many places you both could go together.

“On a special place.” you winked teasingly as you both walked out, locking the door. “I’d like to take you to the top of the Empire State building. It’s beautiful to look at the stars from there.”

“The Empire State building, eh?” he grinned, chuckling lightly. “Ya need a ride there?” he teased, his arm going around your waist pulling you closer to him.

You leaned into his touch, allowing him to hold you tighter. “I’d love that.” he picked you up bridal style and started jumping across the rooftops until making it to the Empire State building.

Oh, baby, it's alright now, you ain't gotta flaunt for me

If we go and touch, you can still touch my love, it's free

We can work without the perks just you and me

Thug it out 'til we get it right

Hours went by fast as the two of you just sat there side by side, looking at the stars, talking about life, sharing funny stories and a whole lot of flirting together. In moments like this Raphael felt his fear go more away. He felt a strong connection and bond between you two, and he would do all in his power to keep it this way and make you happy.

Baby if you strip, you can get a tip

'Cause I like you just the way you are

(I'm about to strip and I'm well equipped

Can you handle me the way I are?)

I don't need the G's or the car keys

Boy I like you just the way you are

Let me see you strip, you can get a tip

'Cause I like you just the way you are

Several hours later, you’re back at your place laughing and having the best time.

“Raphael, thank you for tonight. It has been the best time of my life.” you stood on your toes and kissed his cheek. “I hope we can do this again soon.”

“Yeah, I like the sound of that.” he grinned, his cheeks blushing and his heart doing back flips.

As your eyes locked, they couldn’t turn away. The two of you were like magnets, like an energy pulling you both together. All until your lips met each other in a passionate kiss.

The end.

Authors note: Oh, my! This one feels a bit rushed, I still feel a bit rusty in my writing. What do you guys think? ;3

#tmnt x reader #raphael x reader #raphael #raph #tmnt #turtleshorties #turtleshorties one shots

129 notes · View notes

darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 years

Text

Sable Skirts (III)

First Night

Summary: Keris has an unwelcomed visitor.

Note/Warning: So this is a fic I’m reposting from ao3. It’s a dark!Thorin Oakenshield/OC fic. It’s very dark, like super. It includes violence, noncon, and overall a bad time. Please mind that warning. Let me know what you think (I’ll be posting a few a day until I catch up)

THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES VIOLENCE AND NON-CON. PLEASE BE CAREFUL!

This is dark!Thorin Oakenshield and explicit. 18+ only.

The knocking repeated and Keris could hear the faint shift of the heavy doors being pulled open. She listened through the closed door, staunch footsteps stomping across the foyer. Faintly, Dorina spoke in her sultry way, her dusky voice greeting the visitor. She had thought it to be late; Caina had suggested that all those who had been expected had already arrived.

A deep voice, familiar and resounding, startled her as it called out angrily. “Where is she?” The king boomed.

“Who?” Keris could guess Dorina’s following inquiry even as it was muffled through the wood.

“That little wench who was writing those damned treasonous lies.” Keris froze, leaning against the door.

“She’s just arrived, your majesty.” Dorina’s voice was closer, footsteps sounding at the entrance of the corridor. “We just got her cleaned up--”

“I don’t care if you just painted her pink and purple,” He interjected, “Where is she?”

“She’s here, she’s here, just one moment while I get her.” Dorina’s voice gave an unusual quaver of fear.

Keris forced herself away from the door. She braced herself before she turned the knob and urged her slippered feet into the hallway. Dorina nearly collided with her as she exited, grabbing her by the wrists. “There you are, girl. Hiding like a little rat!”

“Let me go,” Keris tugged her arms away from the Mistress, “I can find my own way.”

“It’s that trite tongue that’s got the king so mad,” She hissed, “I’ve never seen him so incensed.”

“Likely because you only see him without his trousers,” Keris replied. She was practicing on Dorina, knowing the king to be a more formidable foe. She needed to find her wit before she met him. “Now, please. Since he is so intent upon my blood.”

Keris marched past Dorina who pressed herself to the wall, horrified at the insolence of her newest charge. She could see the king’s figure at the end of the hallway, pacing the stone floor of the front room. Her chest seized but she couldn’t show her fear. Truly, what worse could he do? Take her to the block? She was starting to think it the wiser choice.

She stepped into the light of the foyer, King Thorin stopped as he spotted her. His face wrinkled with confusion. Her face was hidden by the veil and he must have thought her another. Until the realization washed over him.. In an instant, his brow was lowered and he was charging towards her. His hand rose but paused, rescinding as he looked around himself. Dorina was watching from the corridor and several other dams were on chaises, with guests or various instruments, either for sewing or music.

He shook his head as if shedding an unseen mask. He swallowed and took a step back, looking down at the ghostly figure before him. Consideration narrowed his eyes and his pressed his lips together. He looked to Dorina as machination brewed within.

“Ahem, Mistress,” He called formally. His ire had slaked away and Dorina smiled as she neared, a sensual bow directed at the king, “Is there somewhere I may speak with your…” He exhaled as he thought, “White veil?”

“Yes, your majesty,” She answered eagerly, “Right this way.”

Dorina directed him to the east corridor, swaying her hips as she walked ahead of him. He motioned for Keris to precede him, which she did hesitantly. She could feel his eyes boring into her back. She could only imagine what he had in mind. Without his nephews and lords watching, he could beat her to his heart’s content. He could do it in front of his court if he so wished. She was after all, a criminal.

“The first white veil since your father’s reign, your majesty,” She said over her shoulder, “I understand her misdeeds but it is special indeed.”

“Unexpected, to say the least,” Thorin agreed but said nothing else.

Dorina stopped before a door, knocking before she opened it. She pulled a key from her corset, smiling at the king as she turned to him. “The room is yours.” He took it with a grunt and nudge Keris inside before slamming the door behind him. She turned in preparation for his assault but he merely watched her. His eyes didn’t leave her as he sat in the armchair, his air of regality never faltered.

“I was eagerly awaiting your turn at the block this evening when my Lord of the Chamber informed me of the change in plans. He, of course, is free to judicial license but I never expected this. Why, who would want to share a bed with a treasonous rat like yourself?” His voice was dangerous, “To tell it true, I came to drag you back to your cell. To bring the ax down myself.” He paused in contemplation, rubbing his chin with his fingers for a moment. He tilted his head slyly. “Go on, take the veil off.”

It was Keris’ only shield, hiding the fear bubbling in her stomach. She slowly reached up and flipped the veil back, revealing her face as she stilled her nerves. She lowered her hand, wanting to bunch her skirts in her fingers but she held them straight at her side.

“You don’t look so bad without all that dirt,” He remarked with a snort, “Almost like a proper dam.” He stood and she fought not to flinch. He neared, his eyes never leaving her face. He reached up and took the ends of the veil in his fingers, tugging so that the headdress came off, letting it fall to the floor. “You don’t look like a mountain dwarrow.”

“My mother was of Erebor,” She snarled, “My father was Crowfoot.”

“Hmm, explains such a seditious heart,” He said as he took a shank of her hair in his hand, feeling the silky strands between his fingers. “But I thought a ‘ Crowsfool’ wench would be better learned in the sheets. At least I’ve heard they are. Never had the pleasure of taking one myself.” Keris bit her cheeks, wanting to raise a hand to the king but resisting the urge. If she hit him, she would surely be dead. “Until now,” He let go of her hair and spun on his heel. He ripped open the door and called to Dorina onces more, “Five thousand gold for the white veil.”

“Five?” She peeked past him as Keris gulped. She felt the colour drain from her. She had been prepared to subject herself to an unloving buyer; she could close her eyes and wait for it to be over. Something about the king’s urgency and the anger which had driven him to the sable skirts had her terrified. He could do whatever he wanted and he surely didn’t need to pay coin to do so.

“Ten,” He said flatly, “She’s hardly worth all that.”

“She’s yours, your majesty. I shall leave you--”

“No, she comes with me,” He interrupted, “I prefer my chambers. Come, harlot.”

The king waved over his shoulder but Keris couldn’t move. He continued into the chamber, dropping the key into Dorina’s hand. The Mistress glared at her and crossed to pick up her veil, pulling it back over her face. She hissed another insult under her breath and forced Keris out the door. She knew she didn’t have a choice; this was what she had been dreading but it had turned out so much worse than she could have ever imagined. Perhaps he was going to kill her.

The great red doors were pulled open and he strutted into the corridor, turning to the silvercloak awaiting him. “Make her hurry up, will you? She is walking entirely too slow.”

The burly red-headed guard obeyed without question. He touched the hilt of his sword and grabbed her elbow. “Walk or I’ll give you reason to run.”

She did not dare look back. Leaving the den of sable skirts was hardly a big loss, though she faced a worse fate. She watched the king’s back as she followed him, scurrying to keep with the guard’s pace. It wasn’t until they stopped before a set of oak doors carved with the image of an immense dragon that she noticed how tightly she had balled her skirt in her hands or that she was trembling. She steeled herself, forcing her fingers apart as the doors opened.

The king led Keris inside, the guard shoving her through as she took pause. The door slowly closed behind her, locking her inside alone with Thorin. Her legs couldn’t hold her. They were going to collapse and she would be a puddle on the floor. She willed herself to stay upright, watching as the king headed for a door to her left. He grabbed the handle and looked over his shoulder; his eyes were on fire.

“Well,” He said, “Before I come over and drag you myself.”

Keris gulped and hurried towards him, glad the veil was back in place to hide her dread. He stood back to let her enter first. As she stepped into the next room, a stunning force knocked her off her feet and onto her knees. She barely caught herself before her head met with the stone. The king had smacked her rear so hard that she had tears in her eyes. She heard the door click shut and she was pulled up by the back of her dress.

“Get up,” He released her. She wanted badly to reached back and cradle her sore bottom. Instead she distanced herself from the king and turned so that he could not sneak up on her. “The wine’s in the case,” He pointed towards several glass shelves set into the stone wall. “Grab two glasses. You’ll be needing it.”

The subtle threat made her chest hollow. She gritted her teeth and focused on the wine, taking a bottle from the shelf and two silver goblets from the dozen or so below. The silver clinked as her hand involuntarily shook and she set them before Thorin carefully, placing the bottle beside them.

“Well, do you not know how to pour wine?”

She inhaled deeply and glared at him through her veil. Her hands balled into fists. She wanted badly to pour the bottle over his head. Better yet, to smash it on his skull. Leave him unconscious in his own wine. She grasped the neck of the bottle but did not move to lift it.

“If you’re going to glare at me, it’s best to lose the veil,” He chided, “And better for your aim if you do intend on trying to club me.”

She let out her breath in defeat, loosening her grip and uncorking the bottle. She poured silently, filling only one glass. Wine didn’t seem such a good idea. Maybe it would dull her senses and make it all more tolerable but her gut told her better of it. She set down the bottle and king lifted the glass. He looked at it as if admiring the sheen of the silver and placed it across from him before the other chair at the table. “Sit. Drink. And for Mahal’s sake,” He stood, grabbing her arm as he forced her to obey, “Take this off.” He once more tore off her veil, tossing it into the hearth to burn. He pushed her down onto the chair and edged the goblet closer. “Drink before I pour it down your throat myself.” He sat once more and poured himself a cup.

Keris drank as she watched him over the rim. He seemed to take amusement from her discomfort. “They say it hurts for a dam the first time,” He wiped away a droplet of wine from his lips as he spoke. “They bleed, too. I figure you’ll be wearing a red dress soon enough so I guess it would be appropriate.” Keris couldn’t help but choke on her wine, sputtering as she covered her mouth with her hand. She kept most of it down, though her nostrils burned with alcohol. The king laughed and it stoked her anger. She looked into her glass, half the wine still there. Whatever she did, he was going to make her suffer. She may as well put up her best fight.

She threw out her arm, the wine splashing across the king’s face and down his chest. She stood as she readied for his reaction. He was stunned, silent, sitting as his eyes widened at her. His mouth curled dangerously and he put his palms flat on the table, pushing himself to his feet. He came towards her and she backed away, her skirts tangling between her legs.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TRIGGER WARNING

She dodged as he tried to grab her, pulling out her chair to place between them. Thorin ripped it from her grip and seized her by the throat. “You dumb wench,” He lifted her, a hand on her waist and slung her over his shoulder. “This didn’t have to go like this.”

He flipped her onto the bed. She turned over and began crawling to the other side. He caught her foot and dragged her back with one hand. She could hear him unbuckling his belt. She clawed at the covers but they merely gathered under her hands. She kicked her leg, failing to shed the king’s iron grasp. He turned her onto her back, pushing her skirts up as she struggled.

He climbed onto the the bed and she lashed out with her arms, scratching his cheek before he caught her wrists and pinned them over her head. She felt his other hand fumbling lower, her legs held apart between his. He was on top of her, his face just above her. She snapped up at him with her teeth and he pulled away. He released her arms to strike her across the face. She grunted, her head spinning from the force of the blow.

She weakly tried to push him away as she looked down to see what he was doing. She tried to sit up as he pulled his member from his pants and positioned himself before her entrance. He pushed her back down, holding her with his forearm across her chest as the tip of his cock pressed against her lips. She gripped his arm, unable to shift his weight from atop her, begging him to stop.

He looked at her, smirking at her pleas and pushed inside her. The pain radiated from within, up her spine and down her legs. She nearly screamed but stifled it to a sharp whimper. He thrust again and tears were in her eyes. She sniffed and forced them back. She couldn’t cry. She could scream and shout, but she wouldn’t cry in front of him.

Thorin continued to thrust, harder and harder. He removed his forearm, raising himself slightly as he worked against her furiously. His hands closed around her neck as he began to groan. He squeezed tighter and tighter as he buried himself deeper and deeper. Keris’ vision hazed as the pain came duller and duller. Her hands were on Thorin’s but she was too weak to close her fingers around them.

When she was about to pass out, he released her throat and gripped her hips. She was no longer struggling against him but for a breath of air. He rammed into her sharply and she yelped, warmth filling her as he slowed, removing himself from her with a satisfied sigh.

“Take that dress of,” He ordered as he bent to unlace his boots, “Now.”

Keris was shaking so bad she could barely move. She sat up and crawled to the end of the bed. She removed the one slipper remaining to her and slowly reached for her skirts, pulling them up and over her head. She was so weak she could barely think. She could only feel Thorin’s hand around her neck as if it was still there. Her throat burned and she coughed. As she dropped her dress to the floor, she saw the red which had stained the skirts. She reached down to touch herself, her hand coming away with a mixture of blood and another, paler fluid.

She tried to stand and her legs collapsed beneath her. She suddenly had the idea to run. She had stripped herself but it occurred to her to leave before he could do anything worse. Feebly, Keris dragged herself towards the door but made it barely a foot before she was pulled back by her hair. She was lifted by her scalp, exclaiming as Thorin tossed her back onto the bed. He was on her as quickly as before, straddling her as she looked up at him. She flung out with an errant fist and he caught it. She eyed his thick arms, his broad chest; he was much too strong for her.

“The pain is suppose to get better the more you do it,” He mused, reaching below himself to touch her, his finger slipping between her lips and finding her entrance. He pushed inside and wiggled around. “Let’s see if that’s true.”

He inserted another finger, thrusting in and out as she held her breath, pushing helplessly on his chest. He smacked away her hand as he tired of toying with her and once more lined himself up, thrusting into her so hard she swore. She dug her nails into his arms as he cupped her breasts trying to make him stop. He merely chuckled and continued, relishing in her resistance.

“Don’t worry,” He grunted as he leaned closer, “I like it when you fight.”

#thorin oakenshield #dark!thorin oakenshield #dark!thorin #fic #the hobbit #series #au #darkverse #dark!verse #dark!fic #sable skirts #tolkien #oc

31 notes · View notes

thecampbellfam · 5 years

Text

Jasper’s Birth Story

I knew there was the possibility of Jasper being born past his due date but I’ll admit that I expected that he’d be born early like Wesley was. Much to our surprise, our due date came and went with not a single sign of labour. Jasper must have known that some life things would come up and we’d need those extra 5 days to be fully settled for his arrival.

On Monday, February 25th, I finally had my first contraction at around 10:30am. It was a relief to know that my body remembered how to go into labour. My midwife, Jen, called shortly after to discuss induction as I was nearing 41 weeks. My midwives allow a woman to go to 42 weeks pregnant to allow time for natural labour to happen. After that point an induction would need to happen. My midwives apparently needed a week to schedule the induction, which was why Jen was calling. On the phone I told her I’d been having some contractions for the last 45 minutes. We agreed that if labour didn’t progress that we’d talk about when to induce at my pre-scheduled appointment on Wednesday, February 27th. For the next few hours I stayed on my feet hoping that it would speed up labour and encourage baby to move down. I tidied the house, made lunch, worked on some jars, and I was even planning to make cookies. At 1:15pm I let my Doula, Keri, know that early labour had begun. She asked a few questions via text and then called so she could hear my voice. Contractions were fairly sporadic and without much rhythm at that point. I was leaking discharge but had no bloody show yet so we agreed that she’d be on standby until I needed support. I also let Keri know that my least favourite midwife at the practice (Jen) was on-call that day. I let Keri know this just in case I needed a bit of extra space or help in that situation if Jen was the midwife at the delivery.

Nic had been working in the morning to finish up a jobsite and run some work related errands. I had texted him a few times that morning to ask how his day was going, but didn’t mention that I was in early labour. I asked him to text me when he was done his errands because “I needed him to pick-up something from the store.” Once he called, I admitted that I was in early labour and that he should head home. He arrived home at 2:15pm which was when I texted my friend, Serena, to let her know that I was in early labour. Serena was planning to be at the birth, as she had been at Wesley’s too and is an excellent friend and support to both Nic and I. She was at school until 6:30pm so wasn’t sure that she’d make it in time if the birth happened quickly. At 3:00pm my contractions were still sporadic but hadn’t stopped coming. They ranged from every 2 minutes to every 11 minutes, lasting 30-60+ seconds. However, there was still no rhythm to the contractions. By this point, I was exhausted. Nic’s mom, Erin, came over for a quick visit right as I was getting ready for a nap. I didn’t want her to know that I was in early labour so I had to sit for a half hour having regular contractions while pretending that everything was okay. As soon as she left, I laid down for a little bit.

By 5:00pm my contractions were still sporadic and I was low on energy. Sitting down on the toilet to pee was excruciating. Nic made us dinner and I ate a tiny bit. At 7:00pm the contractions started to increase in intensity and I had a little bit of bloody show. Contractions were between 35-50 seconds and every 3.5-7 minutes (but mostly every 6-7 minutes). Keri called and reminded me to rest as she could tell that I was getting tired. Serena said she was on her way over. I was starting to feel defeated and wondered if I should just go to bed to rest or if I should continue walking around to encourage labour to become active. At 7:30pm the midwife, Jen, who had spoken with me in the morning called to apologize for her earlier phone call. She had been unclear with me about what the next steps for induction were and felt badly about that. I let her know that the contractions I’d mentioned in the morning had not stopped and that I may be having the baby soon without the induction.

At 8:00pm, I laid down in our bed while Nic put Wesley to bed. Serena came over and laid down beside me to see how I was doing. Over the course of the next half hour the contractions, even while laying down, were increasing in intensity. Every second contraction was excruciating. At 8:30pm I got up to get a snack. The contractions suddenly got really intense and I promptly vomited twice. Serena used a handheld massager and counter pressure on my back to help me cope with the contractions. By 9:15pm the contractions were very close together. Keri offered to come over and give us some support, which we accepted. It was at this point that we called the midwives to let them know that everything was progressing. Within 15 minutes we realized it was time to leave for the hospital immediately. We packed up the last minute items and loaded everything into the car, including a barf bowl for me, and were on the road to the hospital at 9:39pm. Keri had just arrived at the house and said she’d follow us. Serena did the same.

We arrived at the hospital at 10:05pm. Nic dropped me off by the front doors and I slowly made my way into the hospital, while having regular contractions. I briefly thought about checking myself in and registering but decided against it as I was all alone and the emergency room looked packed. I made my way to the elevators at which point Keri met me and we made our way upstairs. I pressed the button for the wrong floor but a kind woman in the elevator gently told me that I needed the 3rd floor. ;) I made my way to triage, laid in the bed, and then had a massive vomit session after some extremely painful contractions. Nic and Serena joined us, and then were sent back downstairs to check me in. Keri stayed by my side, ready to catch vomit and support me as needed. Nic and Serena rejoined us quickly after and helped give me support through contractions as I had a few tests done.

At 10:37pm I was checked. My midwife team was a student named Carly and the midwife that I’m not a huge fan of, Jen. Carly was the main one doing the checks and administering care. Carrie did a vaginal check and seemed surprised. I thought by her expression that she was going to tell me that I wasn’t dilated enough. She wanted Jen to check me too to confirm that she had the right information. To my surprise I was 8cm (almost 9!) with bulging waters. Definitely active labour! I was told to make my way to the delivery room down the hall, so I waddled over there with fluid leaking out of me. Once in the delivery room, contractions remained intense and frequent. It was all hands on deck whenever I had a contraction. Counter pressure on my back was necessary. I was told to pee and it was again excruciating to try and sit. I was able to stand for a few contractions before I asked to lay down again. Keri and Serena told me to try being on all fours. They brought in a yoga ball which I leaned over at the top of the bed. This is where I remained for the rest of the labour.

At 11:32pm I started to push naturally. After a minute or two of pushing, Carly let me know that my waters still hadn’t broken. She gave me two options: 1. Continue to push and see if my waters would break naturally (which could make for a long time of pushing). 2. Manually break the waters (though there was a risk of infection if there was meconium in the waters). On the next push I bore down so hard that my waters exploded EVERYWHERE. After that came a moment of laughter at the explosion of my waters (and at me for stating the obvious: “My waters broke!”). I continued to push hard with each contraction as the pressure was intense and I wanted that baby out. I continued to make everyone laugh as I started to self-motivated myself by saying: “I can do this. I can do this.” I was pushing so hard and feeling baby move down very quickly. I was told to slow down, which I thought was because of tearing. I later learned that it was because they were worried that baby would fall out if I pushed any harder. I soon pushed baby’s head come out. One of his shoulders got stuck and Carly helped to guide his shoulder out and then he just fell out into her arms.

At 11:41pm on February 25th baby Jasper was born! He was a surprisingly huge 10 pounds, 5 ounces, 21.5 inches long with a full head of hair. I had some second degree internal tearing that my midwife stitched up. Jasper had a raspy breathing sound so we were in the recovery room for a while. The nurse really wanted us to move to the maternity floor but our midwives insisted on staying until Jasper’s breathing was deemed “normal.” Turns out the hospital was full and there were a TON of babies being born, so they were really needing our delivery room ASAP.

Nic had to go get our bag and pay for parking right around the time that we were cleared to be moved to the maternity floor. Our nurse helped me gather our things and wheel me and baby up to the maternity floor. We were in our (shared) room by 2:30am. I felt so bad for the other family in our room as our nurse wasn’t particularly quiet at giving us instructions for the evening. Nic met us in our room soon after we got there. I took a few minutes to wash my face and put on an adult diaper and pajamas before cozying into bed with Jasper around 3am. I barely got any sleep that night but was feeling energized as I was high on adrenaline.

At 6am a nurse came in to give Jasper his firth bath and do some final checks on Jasper and I. Then she gave us the okay to be discharged. Nic went and got the car seat, we did the car seat check and loaded up the car before hitting the road at 7:45am. I let my sister know that baby was born if she wanted to come and take photos of Wesley meeting him. She enthusiastically agreed but needed a bit of time to get to our house. So we slowly made our way home, stopping for Starbucks, McDonalds breakfast and gas along the way. We made it home just as Wesley was waking up for the day. A whirlwind 12 hours but so worth it!

Welcome to the world, Jasper Thomas!

#jasper thomas #baby boy #birth story

19 notes · View notes

pacificwanderer · 5 years

Text

Super Salacious B. Crumb Sunday Headcanons!

Here’s my weekly roundup of headcanons and other fun stuff. Send me your happy SW thoughts if you’re interested in having a little fun with me (either anon, or off, whatever you’d like). This week, we’ve got some rumors and spoiler head canons, some speculation about Ben’s role if and when he leaves the FO, and more!

What amuses me the most about the supposed 0G scene is that everyone assumes it will be a Rey vs Kylo scene and no one ever thinks what if it is Kylo vs KoR for example? Or the supposed bounty hunter Keri is playing? ;) those two options would make that scene soo much more interesting than just another rematch between Rey and Kylo, they will have one of course, they need to 'talk' and clear a lot of things, but i see that happening on the ground ;)

I’m on the fence concerning a rematch between Kylo and Rey. On the one hand, lightsaber battles are cool af and I get why people would be down for a rematch, on the other, I have a really hard time seeing them fight each other. Like, you’re telling me Mr. Holding you on the edge of a cliff and imploring you to be his student is going to be hardcore into fighting the girl he cries a lot over? I just... Have a hard time with it. And similarly, you’re telling me Ms. Shipped myself into enemy territory after crying over you, prettying myself up, fighting for you, and then crying some more about you is going to be super into it too? ReallYYYY? Lol I mean, people can imagine/headcanon/want whatever, but this is what I struggle with. But I feel you, nonnie, lol I see most of their “discussions” being on the ground naked. I’d love to see Keri kick some ass in 0Gs, so I’m down for that too! OO kick some KoR ass! Lol.

Cheers!

What plot do you think can involve poe finishing at the same time than 3po? Friend told me that just that day Joonas was returning to work, and then the next week was it R2 or BB who finished? So the last ones standing to the last day were Ben, Rey, Finn, Rose, Chewie and maybe Naomi's character, double date and chaperones?

Depends, Nonnie. There wasn’t much seen of Oscar on set after Jordan, so if they were doing some sort of pick up, or out of sequence shooting, it could be from anywhere. According to Oscar, he and Anthony had a lot of scenes together, so it’s possible they were finishing up whatever work they needed to film for 3PO and Poe.

Hi! So it's pretty common to compare Rey and Kylo to Beauty and the Beast, but I just realized something -- in Disney Channel's "Descendents", the son of Belle and Beast is also named Ben so... coincidence??

Haha, probably? I mean, Harrison’s son is also named Ben and, iirc, there was a name switch at some point, possibly with his input. Though, it also does tie into “Ben Kenobi,” aka, the reason Ben’s parents got together in the first place. But that is a fun coincidence!

What do you think Ben will do after he leaves the FO? Because I doubt he’ll go to the Resistance even though Rey is there. Even if Rey leaves the Resistance, I’m not sure if he will go to her since maybe he’ll think she would not want anything to do with him. Also do you think Rey understands or realizes that maybe the one of the reasons why he would not go to the Resistance is because maybe he thinks they would not accept him or they will persecute him? (A lot of ‘maybes’, sorry)

I don’t see him joining the Resistance either, Nonnie. I don’t see him dumping one cause only to take up another (and one that he seems to have a problem with, if his opinion concerning senators and the New Republic is anything to go by). I think his journey, like Rey’s, is with the Force and not so much being a part of the Resistance. They will bring balance and peace in their own storyline, while characters like Finn, Rose, and Poe (among others) will work towards their goals. I don’t really think that Rey will be that present in the Resistance, either, but I think their Force connection will help fill in the gaps between where they were and where they currently are at. These two need time and to talk to resolve their issues, and to take steps towards claiming their own happy endings, whether that’s together or not (though I think it will be together).

I think that Ben also thinks that the reason Rey didn’t killed him when he was unconscious was because she is a good person so it’s natural for her to show mercy but he doesn’t give thought that she also ultimately wants to be with him as a partner and lover. And Rey will probably think that she isn’t a good person but a selfish one because she went to Ben wanting him to leave with her not solely because it’s for the Resistance but because she wants him.

I think you’re onto something, Nonnie. I agree that their issues right now come from the fact that, instead of talking to each other about what they saw and what they want, they jumped to conclusions and made assumptions (that they both saw and wanted the same things, when they clearly didn’t). I think that, once they sit down and talk through their issues, it’ll be gravy.

How long do you think Ben will last as the Supreme Leader in IX? Do you think it will last until the 2nd act? Or he will be out of the FO very early on? Because based from the leaks, it seems his reign will last longer...? I am not so sure

For a hot minute lol. Someone on twitter stated that Ben had to become the Supreme Leader in order to realize that was never what he really wanted. And even Leia, in the Bloodlines novel, says that she doesn’t think Ben would be interested in retaining a title (as prince), which I think is true. I don’t see that much of his story taking place outside of what’s going on with Rey, but that’s just my speculation. I think he’s been told for so long what his destiny is meant to be that he’s never actually had a moment to sit and consider what he wants. It’ll be interesting to see what happens concerning this and the conclusions he draws in EPIX.

I am pretty sure that if Rey and Ben do reconcile and she sees that he finally becoming more balance like letting the light in and being more Ben Solo, she’ll defend him even against the Resistance if they are hell bent on killing him. If they give her the choice to either kill him and stay with them or be kicked out and marked as a threat for fraternizing with the enemy, she’ll gladly leave them.

I agree, Nonnie. I think a great aspect of Rey’s character (and one that, incidentally, Padme also shares), is her willingness to believe the best about people, but also the fact that she’s not afraid to call them on their bullshit. I agree that, if she sees him taking real strides towards righting the wrongs that he’s committed/coming to the Light, etc, she’ll go to the ends of the galaxy and back again to keep him safe. I’m interested to see how their Force Bond plays out once people in the Resistance know about it and whether that causes any tensions within the organization (I HOPE IT DOES MWAHAHA).

I am not afraid of discourse after what we went through in pre-TLJ days. Of course they are going to try to continue to sale Rey Finn and Poe as the trio just as they did with both TFA and TLJ to try unsuccessfully hide what truly is going on. We do know at some point in the film Rey goes off on her own for some reason. Personally, I think it only PARTLY has something to do with trying to hide her bond to Ben. Imagine how awkward it must be for her? lol. Looks like she's talking to herself.

Haha man, do I ever want the fanon thing where Rey is talking to Kylo with their bond and then someone walks in and sees like her or him talking to thin air LOL. I wonder if anyone else can see it? Doesn’t seem to be the case, if Luke’s reaction on Ahch-To is any indication. I definitely think her bond/and the scar she got defending him, will be some source of drama in EPIX and I can’t wait!

Cheers all! Thanks for chatting about SW with me and for your input!

#sundayheadcanons #epix speculation #epix rumors #star wars epix #epix spoilers #sw asks and answers #anonymous asks #ask pacificwanderer #reylo

3 notes · View notes

toomanytentacles · 5 years

Text

JON BON BRADY, an essay

This is the text of the recorded essay presented by Elbee Bargeron on Episode 43 of the Splathouse Podcast. Click below to hear the episode https://soundcloud.com/user-616846084/splathouse43-double-feature-suburban-commando-1991-the-brady-bunch-movie-1995

Has anyone given much thought to actor Jack Noseworthy lately? Back in the 90s, he was kinda a big deal breaking out in a starring role on MTV’s teen sci-fi series DEAD AT 21 — but what many critics can agree on is there was another role that solidified him as a bonafide movie star: his turn as angry grunge rocker Eric Dittmeyer in 1995’s THE BRADY BUNCH MOVIE. It was a role that, to some, may seem static or insignificant, but in reality, directly led him to probably the most noteworthy Noseworthy appearance of the decade. So, as much of a cinematic masterpiece as THE BRADY BUNCH MOVIE so obviously is, we don't dare stop there. Because within the same year, Jack actually reprised the role with a sinister twist in the most unlikely of places, the music video for Bon Jovi’s single, “Always.”

Caution: all of what I’m about to tell you is true.

Now we all know the story of Bon Jovi — after the success of two studio albums and extensive touring, the boys found themselves fatigued by being so beloved by everyone all over the world, and took a bit of a hiatus in the late 1980s — only to come back triumphantly a few years later with newsworthy short haircuts and a much more “mature” sound — and acting as inspiration for MTV’s “Unplugged” series along the way. They released one more studio album followed by a greatest hits record which featured a lot of their hits and a new single they would soon call a hit, the song “Always.”

Jon Bon Jovi knew he had a hit song on his hands with “Always,” and as such, knew he needed a hit music video to go along with it. He wanted something...edgy. Hot. And Sexy. Jon conceived a video so steamy that his band mates cautioned against it. After all, MTV had previously banned their video “Living in Sin” for being too explicit. But, Jon argued, after he basically invented the highly successful “Unplugged” for MTV, they pretty much were obligated to show anything he wanted, and production went forward.

So Jon was a big fan of The Brady Bunch, and you can read all about that in his memoir ROCKY ROAD: THE JON BON JOVI STORY AS TOLD BY ME, JON BON JOVI that I’ve so kindly provided for you in the footnotes (footnotes have been lost). So when THE BRADY BUNCH MOVIE debuted, Jon was taken aback. He, like everyone else who saw the film, became immediately enamored with it, and recognized the brilliance of its one true star, the incomparable Jack Noseworthy. Jon saw a bit of himself in the character of Eric Dittmeyer, and thought him a perfect fit for the message he was trying to convey with “Always” — that love is passionate and violent, and the crazy things we do for it could potentially haunt us. Essentially, this was the logical progression of the character — Jon knew this, and now he wanted the rest of us to know it.

The premise of the “Always” music video is cut and dry. Our bad boy hero Noseworthy aka Dittmeyer is sulking alone in his room remembering a lost love. He holds a photograph of her in his hands, and we can see from his forlorn gaze that he is heartbroken. But -- there’s more to it than that. The nuance displayed in the first 25 seconds of this video is crucial; not only is Dittmeyer sad, he seems stricken by grief -- a grief that is possibly (probably) brought on by guilt. We’re transported from his bedroom to his memories, starting with the day the photo was taken.

At this point, we would be remiss to mention the rest of the now legendary cast featured in this now legendary music video. Carla Gugino, fresh from her role in a film as equally great and universally adored as THE BRADY BUNCH MOVIE, the Pauly Shore vehicle SON IN LAW, plays Dittmeyer’s girlfriend; and newcomer Keri Russell -- who up until this time had only been cast as adolescent girls in projects like HONEY I BLEW UP THE KIDS and BOY MEETS WORLD, and who was looking for a way to break out into more sophisticated entertainment -- is Carla’s roommate. Rounding out the cast is indie darling Jason Wiles, who -- hipsters, take note -- also starred in projects by both Robert Rodriguez and Noah Baumbach during this time, making him the perfect choice for Dittmeyer’s baby-faced rival. Clearly, Jon Bon Jovi’s casting choices were -- as many critics agreed -- inspired.

But, back to the video. Here we are in Dittmeyer’s memories, reminded of what a rebel he is as we see he and Carla making out in his classic Oldsmobile 88 convertible while speeding away into oncoming traffic. Both of them fit the cliche of “young and free,” a love that makes everything else in the world irrelevant. But a love so hot can burn out fast, so we know we must be in for a tumultuous ride with this couple. Dittmeyer enjoys photographing his girlfriend, but what he really loves is taking video of her. Carla is an attractive and empowered young woman, so she has no problems dancing and acting sexy for her boyfriend, and no doubt does she find this kind of play enticing. They fall into bed together with the video camera still recording -- a fact cleverly made apparent to us with a full zoom to the camera lens sitting idle on the arm of a chair.

The story progresses quickly as we are now treated to a memory of the couple attending a rave party together, both of them dressed in scandalous outfits and moussed hair; they get down and dirty with each other on the dancefloor, and when they return home -- still fueled by the drugs they have undoubtedly consumed -- they unknowingly awaken Keri who had fallen asleep on the couch. The couple retreat to Carla’s bedroom as Keri stretches and flips on the television. And here’s where Bon Jovi decided to make it interesting: Dittmeyer’s video camera, still running, is connected to the living room TV. So when Keri sleepily turns on the television, she is shocked fully awake as she sees her roommate initiate sloppy sex with her boyfriend.

We can pause for a moment and reflect a bit more about Jon Bon Jovi’s vision for Eric Dittmeyer. According to his memoir ROCKY ROAD THE STORY OF JON BON JOVI AS TOLD BY ME JON BON JOVI, Jon knew Dittmeyer was a sleaze, and wanted to echo that in this video. We noted before that Jon had seen a bit of himself in the character, which means that Jon definitely had some demons he needed to deal with. Dittmeyer, as it turns out, had been, and seemingly always would be a two-timer. We can support this with the following evidence: Dittmeyer didn’t “accidentally” leave his video camera running. There had always been sexual tension between he and Keri -- we know Dittmeyer’s type has to be women with long curly hair, proven by his interest in Marissa Ribisi’s character in THE BRADY BUNCH MOVIE, so no doubt could he resist the allure of Keri “soon-to-be Felicity” Russell. He knew that if Keri saw how great he was in bed with Carla that she wouldn’t be able to turn down a future tryst with him. And ya know, it worked.

Carla is outraged when she returns from the grocery store and sees a live display of the two of them canoodling, again, on the living room TV. She throws the bag of groceries at them in the bedroom and runs out, leaving the apartment and running down the street. Enter Jason, an artist friend of theirs -- and just maybe one of Carla’s old flames -- who sees her on the street and invites her up to his loft. He has her pose for a painting, they both remove their shirts, and we cut to the next morning when Carla wakes up alone in his bed. She’s feeling guilty and calls Dittmeyer to pick her up, but when he arrives all hell breaks loose when he realizes she’s slept with Jason: he throws a tantrum of gigantic proportion, throwing furniture and destroying the painting, but the worst is still yet to come. Carla tells him, effectively, to talk to her hand, and tries to leave the building. But Dittmeyer has already tritely made up his mind that if he can’t have her no one will, and uses what we can only assume is paint thinner to set off a fiery explosion that kills Carla but he’s able to walk away from entirely unscathed.

We now leave Dittmeyer’s memories and return to the beginning of the video where he is staring at Carla’s photograph. He’s missing her greatly, and his guilt manifests as he hallucinates her standing in his doorway. He reaches to her but she fades away, a literal ghost that lives only in his mind.

Jon Bon Jovi married his high school sweetheart Dorothea in 1989, and although they share a love that won’t ever die, we can’t help but wonder who Jon modeled this destructive love story after. Why would Jon feel such a connection to a sleaze like Eric Dittmeyer? Frankly, it’s a love tryst with himself. Jon laid out an entire chapter in his memoir ROCKY ROAD THE JON BON JOVI STORY AS TOLD BY ME JON BON JOVI on how he had been secretly obsessed with Shakespearean tragedy in his youth, but had to cover that with a tuff persona to remain cool to his New Jersey heavy metal friends. He loved those tragic characters because they had flaws, and he respected them for that. So, along came THE BRADY BUNCH MOVIE -- a Shakespearean tragedy in its own right -- and the character of Dittmeyer spoke to him on a whole other level. He was a rocker, just like him. He drove a convertible and had a bad attitude, just like him. He was into girls with long curly hair, definitely just like him. And Jon felt none of his Jersey friends ever understood him or his passion for art and culture, just as Dittmeyer’s friends never fully understood him.

When Jon asked Jack Noseworthy to meet with him about the role, he was nervous and excited. He didn’t want to let on how much he needed Jack to be this character again, to act out his own youthful grief and regret using Jack as a surrogate. Jon wanted validation after so many years hiding his love for high art beneath tight pants, superfluous scarves, and feathered locks -- and besides, he had already hinted at a more sensitive side of himself when originating the intimate acoustic concert series “Unplugged” for MTV all on his own and by the way, gave it away for free -- so when Noseworthy agreed to reprise this character, Jon was ecstatic. They conceptualized the character together -- it was actually Jack who came up with the idea for Dittmeyer to destroy Jason’s painting of Carla, a symbol of Jon’s regret of hiding all of his delicate emotions from his more macho friends. It was, in a word, cathartic.

So, thanks to forgotten actor Jack Noseworthy, THE BRADY BUNCH MOVIE, and the video for “Always,” Jon Bon Jovi was finally given the intellectual credit he always wanted and deserved. Rest in peace, Jon. We’ll always love you, forever and a day.

#bradybunch #bradybunchmovie #jonbonjovi #bonjovi #jacknoseworthy

2 notes · View notes

faghubby · 1 year

Text

Big Cock

I sat in a chair and watched as Keri 29, my wife tried to suck the biggest cock I had ever seen. We had spent months talking about sharing her, finding her some big cock to fuck. Now after dozens of online conversations one no show attempt and weeks of back and forth. We had found George. George was a forty year old black man who lived about an hour away. Keri was drawn to his dominant manorisms. And interested in his enormous cock. I had seen pics but now as I watched Keri try and wrap her hand around it I was in awe. At just under 11 inches and thick as a cock can. Keri looked over at me then went back to sucking George's cock.

I sat quietly and watched as George used Keri. He moved her like a ragdoll into whatever position he wanted. He went slow at first as he worked his cock into her pussy. Her eyes rolled into her head as he did she moaned and screamed as he did.

"Holy fuck, God it's so fucking big" she cried as he bottomed it out inside her.

" Your going to beg me to fuck you, you need this cock now" he told her. I watched as my wife came over and over on his cock until he finally pumped his seed deep inside her. He climbed off her and looked at me. His cock now soft still hung low between his legs.

"That's what you wanted wasn't it see your wife get fucked by a real cock" he laughed and got dressed and left. I thought Keri was asleep I covered her and let her rest. I was so turned on I went into the bathroom and started to jerk off. Keri walked in a second later to use the toilet. She walked up and took my cock.

"It feels so small" Keri said as she jerked me off. I came quickly. She just went and used the toilet then went back to lay down.

"I am so sore baby" she told me as I tucked her back in. I went and watched some TV letting her rest. I found myself hard thinking about Keri and George and jerked off again. Before heading to bed. The room still smelled like sex. As I layed next ro my wife.

Keri was up before me. She bought me breakfast in bed. Keri sat on the edge of the bed as I ate.

"How are you Matt?" She asked. Touching my leg.

"Wonderful, you looked amazing last night" I told her. Her hand slid under the blanket and stroked my dick.

"Would you like me to see him again?" She asked. I nodded. Her hand cupped my balls. I came again very quickly.

"It was the best sex of my life Keri told me. "I would very much like to see him again"

It was a few days later when Keri initiated sex with me. I climbed on top and slid my dick easily into her. I started to fuck her. Keri looked me straight in the eye.

"Do you feel anything?" She asked a bit surprised. I stopped and looked back buried inside her.

"Your warm and wet" I told her.

"But you can't feel me" she said. I didn't want to upset her. "It's OK I can't feel you at all" she informed me kissing me. I pulled out.

"Sorry" I said. Feeling ashamed.

"No baby, it's OK you can continue" Keri tried to assure me. I went limp. Keri reached out and played with me.

"I can call George again" she told me I got hard instantly ad she mentioned his name. She stroked me a few times and I shot my load all over myself. Keri held me as I fell asleep.

The next evening she informed me she had made arrangements to meet George again. I told her I had to work and couldn't be there.

"It's OK, do you mind if i meet him alone Matt?" Keriasked.

"I guess not" I told her. The next day she sent me two pics of her and George. One of George's cock and then one of it buried inside her.

When I arrived home Keri was in great spirits and had made my favorite dinner. As we sat to eat.

"Did you play with yourself" she smiled.

"I was at work?" I reminded her. She opened her phone and showed me a video clip of George's cock her hand slid down my pants.

"You get as excited as I do just thinking about his cock" she teased. Again I came quickly. She continued to play with my soft dick.

"It's so tiny after." She continued I thought about George still hanging low even soft.

"I was bad, but don't be mad at me" she whispered. "I had to tell someone" she continued. I looked at her panicked

"I told Gerry how you had let me take a big black lover" she explained I got hard again. Gerry was her best friend and old roommate from college. I had gone on a date with Gerry first way back in school but then met Keri. We had al remained close.

"You like that I told her?" Keri giggled teasing dick.

"She thinks I should Cuckold you completely" she bit my ear softly.

"How do you feel about only getting handjobs from now on?" She kissed my neck "keep myself for only real cocks" she continued

"Some cuckolds like to clean up thier wives after they have sex with real men" she told me. "Some even like to fluff thier wife's lovers" she teased. She bought her hand up to my mouth glistening with precum. She rubbed it against my lips. As soon as her hand returned I came in my pants.

Keri continued to meet George several times a week. She offered me her used cunt after every date. But I always refused. Keri would jerk me off as she told me about her adventures rwith George. I would taste my precum but once I came had no interest in it.

Then one night Gerry was over for dinner just the three of us. When the doorbell rang. I answered the door to see George standing there. He pushed past me. Took Keri's hand and led her too the bedroom. Right in front of Gerry. Keri didn't resist at all.

"She needs him" she told me. "Keri told me how it makes her feel like a woman" I stood in awe

"Has she told you she let him fuck her ass?" Gerry asked

"What? Really? She never said" I told her. I couldn't believe I was discussing this with Gerry.

We soon heard the sounds of sex coming from upstairs. I was hard as a rock as I listened. Gerry came over and started to rub herself as she stood before me.

"Keri doesn't even let you lick her pussy does she?" Gerry said. I nodded.

"I know she told me unless you lickher used she won't let you" Gerry laughed and pulled down her leggings and panties in one motion.

"Lick mine" she told me. Pulling me to her she sat down and lifted her leg. I was swept up in it and licked her. It was salty then a glob of cum touched my tounge I tried to pull away. But she held my head.

"Let go you want this, it's Jack's cum" she told me Jack was a friend of mine. I did not know they where sleeping together. I sucked all of Jack's cum out of her and nmade her cum against my tounge. We where both cleaned up by the time George came downstairs and promptly left. Gerry took my byt he arm and led me to my room.

"Go and clean her, she would love it if you did. She feels guilty about George. This will make her feel more comfortable with him." Gerry told me. I entered the dark room Keri was laying on the bed I lifted the blanket an could see her pussy glistening in the faint light from the hall. I lowered my head and tasted George's cum first I licked it all off her thighs before I sucked it from her pussy. Keri moaned and spread her legs wide letting me get it all. I could not believe how much cum George had left in her. I made Keri cum twice before I got it all. When I finished Keri reached into my pants and discovered I had cum in my pants.

"Panties, some cucks love to wear panties" Keri told me. "Would you like to try some on? She teased. I know she would keep bringing it up li,w she had thecream pies. Gerry came in and said goodbye as Keri held me close. In the morning we woke to find Gerry's panties folded and sitting on the kitchen counter. With a note

/ thanks cumsucker I left these for you to remember first time you discovered you love cum. Might like to wear panties when you swallow lots of semen. /

Keri laughed and held them up to me.

"Go ahead give them a chance" Keri said I knew I would but needed to not give in so easy

89 notes · View notes

allwaswell16 · 6 years

Photo

>> My Favorite Fics by kiwikero <<

My Sweetest Downfall | 42k

Louis is a retired guardian angel. After the death of his last charge, he became jaded. Humans die—what use is prolonging the inevitable? He's more than happy to forget about humanity altogether until one day, when Louis is pulled from his desk job for a new assignment: protect One Direction's Harry Styles. It doesn't help that there's something about Harry that Louis can't resist, and it's making him question everything he's ever known. Humans are strictly off limits, and breaking that rule means risking everything, but Harry just might be worth it. This is a story about forgiveness and discovery, featuring an angel who wants to be a little more human and a human who is so much more than he seems.

{First of all, I just want to say that I teared up just thinking about this fic and rereading my comment on it. That’s how much I love it. I recommend that you read this fic during a thunderstorm just as I did. It helps to properly punctuate the drama of the fic. I honestly don’t even know where to start...the most amazing scene endings, Zayn as God, sassy guardian angel Louis, a lovely thread woven through the fic about forgiving yourself, and who knew angel wings could be so hot? I never wanted this fic to end.}

‘Til I Tasted You | 15k

Louis is Harry Styles' biggest fan. It doesn't matter that Harry is famous for being a food blogger and Louis can't cook to save his life. At least, until Harry offers to give Louis a cooking lesson. Then it matters just a teensy bit.

{Oh, how I love this delightful famous/not famous fic! All of Louis’ pining for food blogger Harry, all his terrible cooking disasters, the sweet Lilo friendship. This is such a lovely, fun, fluff of a fic!}

Both Showing Hearts | 113k

Louis Tomlinson is, in fact, not straight. Harry Styles isn't sure what he is. Together, they figure it out, and maybe fall in love along the way. Or, the Uni AU where Louis helps Harry figure out his sexuality, Niall crashes a bachelorette party, Liam works in a printing centre, and Zayn happens to need lots of printing done.

{I remember when this fic first started being published, and my friends were all telling me I had to read this amazing uni fic. I remember reading it as a WIP and being so blown away with each update. It was one of those that you just really looked forward to and squealed whenever there was an update. I love that feeling! It’s such a well thought out story that comes full circle. It’s so beautifully crafted, and the characters are so real. The Ziam subplot is probably my favorite Ziam subplot ever. Like if someone were to say, oh it’s the one where Zayn needs a lot of printing done, I feel like anyone who had read this fic would know immediately what you mean.}

>>>Subscribe here to kiwikero’s fics!<<<

I made this fic rec in honor of Keri’s birthday! Happy birthday @icanhazzalou ! These are three of my favorite fics written by kiwikero, but I’m also assuming that you’ve all read the Titanic au (Paint The Sky With Stars) and so I’ve chosen to rec others here. lol. Keri, I hope you have a lovely day! You have the most beautiful soul, and you’re just one of the kindest people I’ve had the good fortune to meet because of 1D not to mention that you’re such an amazing writer. I remember being super intimidated at first to even share my writing snippets with you. Okay, fine, I still am sometimes. lol. Love you and I can’t wait to meet up with you again! <3

#happy birthday keri!#larry fan fiction #fic rec #icanhazzalou #kiwikero

117 notes · View notes

sncwbaz · 7 years

Text

lie detector.

some nice fluff for our dear simon and baz in a normal au. [ao3]

word count: 1485

They were all sat in the yellow light of Agatha’s bedroom. The Wellbeloves were having a party—not an unusual occurrence—and Simon had found himself in Agatha’s bedroom along with Penny, Keris, Trixie, Baz and of course Agatha herself—not an unusual occurrence either. The six of them were sat in a circle on the soft carpet of Agatha’s room.

Earlier that evening Agatha had been excited to show them all this new toy—if that’s what you could call it—she had bought. “It’s perfect for parties!” She’d told them convincingly.

The toy was a lie detector. A fake one, of course. Though, for the game they were playing—if that’s what you could call it—all of them seemed to believe it was as real as a lie detector could be.

The game was simple: Questions were asked and answered and the lie detector was there to show if someone was telling the truth or not. This meant that the person asking the question had to press the button on the lie detector. It would made a Ping sound if you were telling the truth and a buzzing sound if you were lying.

So far, this game hadn't been working out in Simon’s favour. The first few rounds of questions had been very mild, just to feel things out. The only interesting thing that had come out of those rounds was that, apparently, Baz had read all the Twilights books and secretly enjoyed them.

However, after the first few rounds, everyone became more daring with the questions; some of them making Simon feel quite uncomfortable, if he’d had to be honest.

Still, most of the overly sexual and uncomfortable questions that some of them had gotten didn’t make Simon feel nearly as uncomfortable as the question Simon had gotten himself.

“Simon, do you have a crush on anyone?” Agatha had asked.

“No.”

Buzz.

A handful of smirks greeted him at that. Simon wouldn’t have found it that uncomfortable if it weren’t for the fact that the lie detector had been right. Simon did have a crush. And that wasn’t all of it—no. The worst part was that Simon’s crush was sitting directly across from him and Simon hadn’t been able to keep himself from blushing at the buzzing sound that the lie detector had made.

Of course, it didn’t stop with that round.

“Do you have a crush on someone in this room?” Trixie asked the next round.

Simon felt his heart hammering in his chest as he gave his answer.

“No.”

Buzz.

Of fucking course.

Simon was fidgeting with the cuffs of his sweater, trying to keep calm. Simon thought he ought to put a stop to their lie detector game, but the others clearly weren’t going to stop until they knew who Simon’s crush was. Simon knew he was doomed, though not exactly how doomed until the next his question came for him during the following round.

“So Simon, is your crush a boy?”

He didn’t answer. For some reason he couldn’t. He couldn’t even bring out a lie. He had a feeling that lying wouldn’t work anyways. Somehow the lie detector had been annoyingly accurate—with Simon at least. Simon glanced at Baz for a moment, who was looking right back at him. Though his expression was unreadable.

He will know. He will know. He will know.

Within the next breath Simon was up and out of the room. Only seconds later he was staring at his own reflection in the bathroom mirror. He could hear the pounding of his heart so loudly that he feared the others might be able to hear it all the way from Agatha's room.

A knock came on the door. “Simon?” Simon had hoped to be greeted by Penelope’s voice, but—not surprisingly with his luck—he was greeted by Baz’s voice. Simon felt sick.

“Simon… uh. You kinda ran off. Are you okay in there?”

“Yeah!” Simon tried to reply with an optimistic voice. “I just felt like I needed to wash my hands.”

“Wash your hands?” Baz sounded confused. And why wouldn’t he; why didn’t Simon just say he needed to use the bathroom, like most people who go to the bathroom?

“Yep!” Was the only reply Simon could think off.

“Simon, can I come in?” Baz asked. The doorknob was already turning. Simon realised he hadn’t locked the door and that Baz only had been standing outside out of respect for Simon’s privacy.

“No!” Simon exclaimed quickly. “I’m naked!” Simon felt like pulling out his own hair.

“You’re naked—Simon, we both know that’s not true,” and with that the bathroom door opened. Simon didn’t dare look up as Baz entered the bathroom, though that meant looking down to the overwhelmingly nice image of Baz in his expensive jeans.

“Simon?” Baz touched Simon’s shoulder. The touch was light and the contact was short, but it succeeded in making Simon shiver none the less.

“Can you please look at me?” Baz asked in whisper.

Simon looked up at Baz through his lashes, still closing his body off from Baz as much as possible. Simon couldn’t get a single word out, so he just stood there and waited. He wished Baz would just leave. He wished this moment to be over.

“You…” Baz started. Simon could clearly hear the hesitation in his voice. “Your crush—I'm your crush?"

Simon froze and averted his eyes from Baz again. He couldn’t stand this. Then Baz took Simon’s hand in his own and Simon felt his heart in his throat. Baz tugged lightly at his hand, which made Simon look up—properly this time. Baz was smiling and Simon wondered if Baz was mocking him.

“Am I?” Baz asked again.

Simon nodded. It was only one, small nod, but it was enough for Baz. The smile on Baz’s face widened, his face breaking open. Soon Baz was laughing and Simon was fairly sure that Baz was indeed mocking him.

Simon felt his eyes burn. “Please just leave,” Simon said, his voice breaking.

“No, wait, Simon. Why are you crying?” The hand that was previously holding Simon’s hand now went up to Simon’s cheek.

“You’re mocking me,” Simon whispered.

“God, Simon. No I'm not mocking you,” Baz said. Baz wrapped his arms around Simon and Simon couldn’t follow anymore. “I’m not mocking you, Simon,” Baz repeated whilst holding onto Simon who was still sniffling.

“You were laughing.”

“Yes I was. I was laughing because I am relieved,” Baz explained. Simon retreated from Baz’s arms and looked at him for a moment.

Simon was quiet for a few seconds before asked, “Why?”

“Because for the longest time I thought that my crush for you would always be a one-sided thing.”

“You—What?” Simon had understood every single word that had come from Baz’s mouth, yet the sentence didn’t make any sense to Simon.

Baz shook his head in disbelief. “You really are thick, Simon.”

Simon snorted at that and shrugged. “But does that mean…” Simon didn’t know what it would mean. Simon didn’t know anything. Baz had a crush on him?

“Does that mean what?”

“Can I kiss you?” Simon asked, surprised at his own words.

Baz smiled brightly and nodded. Before Simon could really register what was happening they were kissing. Simon didn’t really knew how they’d gone from standing apart to being so close. He had no clue who had moved in first. All he knew was that Baz’s lips were soft and warm and wonderful. The kiss was, though clumsy, amazing.

They kept moving closer and closer and closer. Their arms were wrapped around each other and all they were aware of was each other—

—until they heard a shriek from the doorway of the bathroom. The shriek quickly turned into giggling.

“They’re making out in the fucking bathroom!” Trixie squealed. That was followed by more giggles from the other girls.

Simon could feel his cheeks burning as he looked up at Baz who was still very close.

“Well, that was out quick.” Baz said.

Simon didn’t really understand why, but the two of them burst out in laughter. Maybe relief did indeed make you laugh. His chest felt lighter and the two of them shared a soft smile. “Does this mean—uh, are we dating now?” Simon asked carefully.

“If you’re up for it, then yes,” Baz said and Simon felt his cheeks ache from the wide smile that was spread over his face.

“Okay.”

Baz quickly moved in to press a kiss to Simon’s lips.

“I think it’s time for our walk of shame back to the girls,” Baz said.

“Yeah,” Simon agreed, not feeling very excited about for their likely upcoming interrogation from the girls. However, some of that feeling was soothed away when Baz took his hand and tugged him along on their way to Agatha’s bedroom.

#when u endlessly procrastinate editing your work so it's technically finished in time but not ready to be posted #anna writes #snowbaz fic #snowbaz fanfiction #snowbaz fanfic #snowbaz #carry on #carry on fanfic #carry on fanfiction #carry on fic #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaznet #simon and baz #basilton pitch

155 notes · View notes

chibisquirt · 7 years

Text

Darcy Lewis Quickwrite, a/b/o, crossover, 4/?

Knowledge of the crossover series is neither needed nor expected. This and previous chapters can be found on AO3 here. This section is the first written from Keris’s point of view.

If luck were measured in dice rolls, Keris reflected, then he had surely rolled a one at every possible opportunity.

Bad enough to be born talentless, void of the magical Gift which otherwise so thoroughly permeated his family tree. To be asked at every turn to produce evidence of an ability he plainly lacked; to be viewed as a failure, as less-than, when he failed to produce that proof. Over and over again, he had been a disappointment, although had he been born to any other family he would have been such a son as to make his lord proud.

He had escaped that, finally, when he was chosen for this expedition: a group to seek out, and close, all of those Gates through which travelers from other worlds had in the past--and would in the future--come.

In this company, he had acquitted himself well, and had been held in high enough esteem among his new peers. It was a heady draught to someone who had never drunk the like before, and the proof of it had only risen after Keris had played a crucial roll in a last-minute gambit to save the world.

For a precious two months, he had been happy.

He reflected on that time now with a bitter twist of his mouth, because in all earnest, he should have known it couldn’t last.

(Mobile users, beware the cut!)

Keris was not the youngest in the expedition; that would be the young witch called Mouse, who for all her magical power was not yet ten years of age. But he had still been a stripling when they left the Lormt, having only seventeen winters behind him at that time. His eighteenth winter, though now passed, could hardly claim the name, having been spent in this warm southern land so mild that he hadn’t even reckoned the passing time until he counted it up on his fingers.

Near that too-mild midwinter of his eighteenth year, however, he had started developing a tenderness of the back and sides of his neck, and when he touched it, the skin had begun to feel strangely smooth. Before sprint hit, he had begun to show the boil-like growths of Sitemarks.

Keris’s father was an Alpha. So, too, were his mother and his sister--although female Alphas were usually rare. In all of Keris’s well-documented family tree, in fact, there was only one Omega: the adept Hilarion, who had married Keris’ aunt Kaththea. No one, from his family to the people of the Green Valley to the expedition in whose ranks he now rode, had expected Keris to be an Omega. He had been runt enough as a Beta!

And, to put the final touches on a masterpiece of misfortune: he was more than a year’s travel distant from home, but to judge from the shiny purple skin of his Sitemarks, he had less than two months before his first Heat was upon him.

The members of his expedition were a motley collection, but one thing was true of all of them: they were all Betas, except for Destree, whose Heats were blighted by the goddess Gunnora--and, as it was now known, for Keris. This was deliberate: with an unknown distance before them, a Heat or the rarer Rut would have been a risk too great to be borne. But it meant that Keris was effectively stranded, thousands of miles from home and surrounded by neither an Alpha to bond him nor an Omega to comfort him, to guide him as his body changed.

The one comfort available to him was this: their force had reached the furthest extent of their journey, and begun the long retreat back towards Lormt, towards the Citadel, towards home. And, too, their meandering path meant that, although the trip outward had taken some sixteen months, the return journey would be at most half of that--potentially less. The rules regarding those in Keris’s station were clear; even now, having received word of this development, Keris’s parents would be arranging a position for him, undignified though he found it; and within a year, he would be most certainly be ensconced comfortably--or as comfortably as he could hope for, at least--in the household of some Alpha lord.

But he had to make it home, first, and unaccompanied Heats were said to be trials of the highest order. Keris, with no guide and no mate, had no choice but to rub feverishly at the burning knots in his neck, and worry endlessly at the worrisome drips which then, inevitably, turned out to be mere sweat.

They raced northward, but he knew before it happened that they would never make it back in time, and indeed they did not.

He woke that morning comfortable. His first inkling of the problem came when he surveyed their camp and realized that he was the only one; even the horses were stamping, their breaths streaming in the early-morning chill. It was a spring day, and to judge from the past week it would be hot later; Keris had simply assumed that the warmth was natural.

Natural, perhaps, but not shared, and his heart sank as he climbed to his feet and felt the tell-tale dampness around his smallclothes. He hoped, grimly, that it was simply more sweat, but he knew that it was not, and the speed with which Krispin stepped back from him as he approached their fire told Keris that his scent must have ripened, sharpening abruptly over the course of the night.

The lady Eleeri was already awake, sipping a concoction brewed from local flora; the giant Gruck, who had been trapped in their world by the closing of a Gate, was beside her, stirring slowly at a bowl of porridge with a utensil from his belt--the only kind suited to his giant hand. On the other side of Gruck sat the lady Liara and the witch-girl Mouse.

Liara had barely said a word to Keris since the Sitemarks appeared, one more blow of fortune from which he shied rather than consider it too deeply. Mouse, however, looked up and addressed both him and the issue with her customary pragmatism. “You will have to leave camp,” she said bluntly.

“I am aware.” Keris found he could not quite meet her eyes, nor anyone else’s, as he accepted a mug into which Eleeri had just ladled hot water. He set it down on a rock and himself beside it, but then edged away; the steam was too hot on his already clammy skin.

He considered the land through which they had passed some four months previously; he had always been quick with maps, and their path in this region had been straightforward enough.

“There is a cave,” he began. They had sheltered their entire group, including the horses and other four-legged companions, in that cave, which was well-ventilated and had a fresh spring of water. They had found it on the way south, a refuge during a truly hellish descent which, thankfully, was now some distance out of their way.

It would serve, provided his scent did not attract any predator he was too mindless to defeat.

“Will you take a companion?” Eleeri asked this, her tone carefully neutral. Like Keris, she did not turn her gaze on Liara after she spoke, instead keeping her face turned carefully in his direction.

Keris smiled, the bitter unfairness of it rising to swamp him once again. “We are precious short on Alphas here, Lady.” He bit out the honorific, unwilling, even in his frustration, to be rude to one so worthy of respect.

Eleeri’s expression was wry, but sympathetic. “I referred not to a mate,” she said gently, “but to a companion--there are many in camp who would be honored to serve in the Third Role for you.”

Keris imagined briefly asking Krispin, who had stepped away so instinctively, to accompany him, and his gorge rose. “Many,” he repeated flatly. “Not yourself; not your husband. The Falconers are mated; Destree is an Omega, though she suffers not from the--”

He broke off sharply. Liara had risen abruptly to her feet, departing their circle without a word. He watched the straight line of her spine retreat, and tried to quell the small voice railing inside him against the loss.

“No,” he concluded, “I think you are wrong. I will not find ‘many’ in the camp to accompany me. I will go alone.”

He tested the side of the metal cup; the rim, at least, was not so hot that he could not drink his flower-water. He would have to take a pack, and they would need to set a rendezvous point...

A stack of large flower petals, each larger than Keris’s hand laid flat and all the colors of the sky at sunset, inserted themselves into his line of sight. Blinking, Keris looked up--and up--into the friendly, inhuman face of the giant Gruck. Gruck spoke very little aloud, but could project his thoughts into the minds of others, particularly those who were sensitive--which Keris was not. Still, he heard clearly the giant’s intent to accompany him during his absence from their caravan.

For the second time that morning, Keris felt his throat close. This time, however, it was warmth which caught his breath, warmth at the kindness of one who wasn’t even human, and yet would still take this journey with him. Keris hadn’t even left camp, yet already he was filled with a sense of shame and bitterness at the ordeal he was to face; but still Gruck, that silent, gentle guardsman, was prepared to stand at his side throughout.

“Do you know what will happen?” Keris asked. He stared up into those green eyes with a sense of bewilderment. “Do you even know what’s going to--”

“I’ll make sure he knows.”

Keris jerked back to see that Destree had risen, listening to their conversation from directly behind him.

“But he understands on the most basic level.” And then, when Keris opened his mouth to object, she added, “He understands that you will be vulnerable, and he understands that you are his friend. Indeed, I would say that you are his favorite friend, of all those gathered here.” She swung her head in a half-circle to indicate their camp, and then gestured at the flower petals still held in front of Keris’ chest. “Eat your breakfast,” she advised. “You are going to need it.”

The cave was but half a day of hard riding from their path, but Keris was not going on a horse. For one thing, no horse ever born would manage to bear Gruck’s weight; for another, the cave was up so steep an incline that they and the horse would almost perforce be separated. And so, instead, they crossed the distance on foot, with Gruck managing Keris’ pack.

No one had told him how long he would have before the true fever-mindlessness of the Heat broke over him; it wasn’t something discussed in polite company. He made the best pace he could, and trusted that Gruck would carry him if he lost control before they had scaled the cliff.

Still, he remained reasonably self-controlled by the time they started that final climb. There was a jungle at the top of the cliff, some three hours of rough, hairpin trail between him and it; Gruck would hunt there, and moreso scavenge there, as he was far more inclined towards the eating of plants than creatures. The cave would have water, and shelter; there was a blanket, soap, and spare clothes in his pack, along with a strange rod-like device shoved in wordlessly by a blushing Destree.

It would be enough. All he had to do was reach the cave.

He was soon sweating heavily, though. Twice his hands slipped in their own slickness as he went to grab the divots in the rock face which served as handholds, and within minutes Gruck was half-carrying him up the switch-backing trail.

Much to his own mortification, Keris could smell himself. He smelled burned, like scorched oats, and almost sulfurous to his own nose, although Gruck waved off his babbled apologies. There was also another, sweeter smell, underlying the first one. Keris found it too sweet, and his cheeks burned with shame at the thought of it.

He couldn’t seem to stop sniffing for it, though. He would catch a whiff of it--too sweet, like powder old women wore in the summer--and then wrinkle his nose, but the knowledge of it would itch like a mosquito bite and soon he would sniff again.

It was in this manner that he became aware of the third scent.

If his sent was sulfur and powder, the third scent was anything but. it was leather and fresh, clean grass; it was a cool stream and light summer wine--a red from the mountain slopes north of Karsten. And it was--

It was--

Keris moaned aloud, finally identifying the scent he hadn’t smelled in nearly two years, and certainly never like this.

There was an Alpha in the cave. His luck, ever bad, had just showed itself again.

He made to struggle in Gruck’s hold--to his fevered mind, the steep fall down the cliff was a perfectly viable option for escape--but Gruck’s hold was true, and no more than a minute after Keris had scented the Alpha, they were passing the lip of the cave.

The Alpha was a woman--Keris knew himself truly enough to acknowledge the brief rush of gratitude, although it did little to change his fate--and strong of feature. Keris thought that she would have been lovely even had he been properly minded to tell, but of course he was not. He would have thought the lady Theela quite lovely in that moment, and while the lady Theela was brilliant in mind, in her body she was, quite bluntly, a horse. Still, her form was as curvaceous as that of any of the great beauties of Kars, and her skin pale and flawless.

She did not seem to struggle for words the Keris did, either; rather, she raised her hand and waggled her fingers in obvious greeting. She pasted on a wide smile and called out with only the slightest of quavering, “Hiiii!”

#Darcy Lewis #a/b/o dynamics #my fanfiction #quickwrite

9 notes · View notes

underbananamoon · 5 years

Text

Stock image: milkweed pod and seeds

(I have a crafty project planned for the pods that I’ll most likely share at some point.)

This plant attracts butterflies, like these pictures I took at the beach: (They let me get very close).

A funny thing happened last night. I’m collecting these milkweed pods for a craft project so I’m keeping the pods on my bedroom shelf until some of them dry out (so I can remove the wispy seeds easier). So… the fan was turned on (can you guess where this is going) and I settled in under several blankets to read until I felt sleepy. Out of the corner of my eye, I start seeing snow in my room. Do I need a new eye appointment? Well I didn’t really see snow, it was more like numerous wispy, floaty, cotton-like white puffs that were just like the kind that milkweed pods have. JUST like them.

I giggled aloud. Al never noticed the flying wisps, nor did he ask why I giggled. He was involved in his own book and probably assumed my book struck me funny. Which reminds me of a quote by Pete Hamill:

“We grew up poor,

but not impoverished,” He said.

“What’s the difference?” Asked a journalist.

“The library,” Pete Hamill replied.

Autumn brings quite a bit to New England this time of year. This year it brought Keri Bowers to Connecticut. She was able to come last year at this time too although last year she came during peak color and this year, not. We took this picture together. In my bedroom. My milkweed pods are there by the candle stand. Can you believe we had the same shirt? Synchronicity.

Perhaps this close-up shows the pods, still green. It wasn’t until last night that they released cotton wisps. They are just now drying after a few weeks on the shelf. 🙂

Anyway… Here are a few more pictures from Keri’s visit. Filming is wrapped for our part in Desire, the film. Keri filming a scene on the beach where Ratnik (Sloan), Silas and I ended up being filmed while walking towards seagulls:

Keri filming my rising son Silas’s part with Ratnik in foreground.

I’m writing this with a view of my backyard glimpsed through the window, because I’ve moved my desk closer to a window. My back “yard” used to be bigger. It went all the way down to a ditch that separates the backyards on this street with the backyards from the adjacent street. Now my backyard is half the size, due to sumac that has encroached the space. It’s just big enough now for Al’s bucket vegetable garden and his compost pile. Wiki says this about sumac:

Sumac is a woody, very invasive plant, that has the potential for forming large clones.

Over the years, the sumac has taken sneaky giant steps closer and closer to the house. It invades the way bamboo takes off in the South. Time lapse would reveal the sumac’s sly steps forward gobbling valuable real estate matching toward my window. This year my son and Al took 5 trees down and still they spread.

This is the biodiversity of the world. And I’m not a fan of sumac but I so admire its resilience. There is so much to learn from that! I’m reading two books presently about bugs (actually four, switching back and forth, but the other 2 are not about insects) and one book mentions that the cockroach and also mosquitos do despicable things like spread illness but are also fascinating and much is to be learned from them. The etymologist says, in effect, that although these two types of bugs are not cute, or beautiful, or otherwise falling into an acceptable category of warm sweet fuzziness, who are we to decide which bugs should be eradicated from the earth? Her larger point is, neither can we decide which people are better or more worthwhile than other people.

Divisiveness, whether it is over race, religion, politics, or imagined slights, is rampant and stems from a refusal to accept other differences. Differences in thought, appearance, taste, etc. Doesn’t it all stem from cold blind hate? Who are we to decide who is right, or who is best. Has listening and respect fallen into a river and drowned holding each other? I am looking forward (kind of) to Steven Spielberg’s documentary on the “Origin of Hate.” It will have big feels and be difficult for me to see, but I hope a lot of people watch it. He said he sees it not as a legacy film, but rather something that is necessary to make.

There are a lot of necessary things to say, to do, to hear. Greta: It took a fellow autistic to speak truth and yet she is ridiculed and smeared. I think autistic savant artist Michael Tolleson said it best when he called Greta Thunberg an “oracle.” I just hope people LISTEN to the CONTENT of what she is saying. More than that. I hope the people in a position to effect change are listening. I wish I had new art to share, (been focused on writing) but here’s an old one. It doesn’t have a feel of being hopeful with it’s sad figure and angry figure… but I still do cling to that opening here in the painting- the one that leads to a brave new healthy world.

BananaMoonPraiseAndOtherUpdatesToArtAndWritingAndEvents

Snowing in the bedroom Stock image: milkweed pod and seeds (I have a crafty project planned for the pods that I'll most likely share at some point.)

#climate #hate #observations

0 notes