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Inside Eroda, the fictional Harry Styles island that’s baffled the internet

Full Text from The Telegraph 4/12/2019

It all started on November 20. A Twitter account opened in October released its first post: “The Isle of Eroda’s rich history is embedded in daily life as the ruins of many structures from the past remain standing across the land. #VisitEroda”

It looked like a new marketing campaign for a little-visited, off-beat beauty spot. But a quick search would show it didn’t actually exist. Yet, Eroda had a website. Advertisements for the place were popping up on Facebook and Google. People interested in all manner of nerdy subcultures were foxed – it had the whiff of a clever marketing campaign about it, but what was it for?

Within hours, an Eroda subreddit had been created to discuss it. People dived deep into web hosting details, and only became more baffled as they seemed legitimate: “it ain't no kid doing a school project”. Was it a scam, a game, an elaborate prank? Some were convinced it was the beginning of a new Cloverfield film, World of Warcraft, a new Channel 4 series or even a means of human trafficking.

Meanwhile, scores of “Harries”, the sub-group of Directioners dedicated to Harry Styles, were piecing bits of evidence together. The pop star was due to release Adore You, the second single off his forthcoming sophomore album. “Adore” backwards was “Eroda”, and the video, released on November 23, looked like it had been shot in St Abbs, the Berwickshire fishing village where Styles had been spotted shooting in August. As Eroda claimed more of the internet, Harries  – some of the most forensic fans in the world – were sent into a flurry of investigation.

The goliath churn of a pop star marketing campaign is fairly familiar by now: cryptic social media teaser, excitable release date news, lyric video, full video, rinse, repeat.

Styles, who will release sophomore album Fine Line on December 13 and Adore You on Friday, satisfied many speculating fans on Monday with a near-three-minute-long trailer for the single, along with an illustration of the star standing in the ocean, surrounded by fish.

To those who had been studying Eroda for the past 10 days it was the confirmation they had been hankering for: Eroda was a Harry Styles project, and it confirmed what they had always known – that he is an artist beyond the normal realms of pop frippery (by contrast, former bandmate Louis Tomlinson spent the same afternoon releasing a video in which he sings in a bunker wearing a Stone Island parka).

Styles’ trailer introduced Eroda, showing it to be an island in the middle of the Irish Sea “shaped unmistakably like a frown, it is home to an all-but-forgotten fishing village that has had perpetual cloud cover for as long as anyone can remember”. Scenes appear of a typical coastal village, with crashing waves and brave little houses facing them. It gets increasingly weird: we learn that it is bad luck to “mention a pig in a fisherman’s pub” and to “whistle in the wind, in case you turn a gust into a gale”; the island mustn’t be left on odd-numbered days.  

The inhabitants of Eroda’s village always frown, calling it “resting fish face”. Until, that is, a beaming baby appears amidst the gloom. Deemed “peculiar” (a word that pops up a lot), the boy – who grows up to become Harry Style – was outcast, leading him to deal with his angst by screaming into jars. “He had lost his smile, and without it, the world grew darker, the wind colder, and the ocean more violent” the pan-European narrator explains. “Loneliness is an ocean full of travellers trying to find their place in the world”, she continues, as Harry finds himself bonding with a stubborn fish, before the film ends “to be continued…”

So far, so intriguing. But delve a little deeper into Eroda and you may find yourself wanting to visit. The island’s website – beautiful island views and a template dating back to the late Noughties – looks remarkably similar to those for any other charming coastal holiday destination, say Bute or Oban. “No Land Quite Like It”, reads Eroda’s strapline, before offering a familiar-enough menu: Accommodations, Attractions, Guide, Home and About Eroda. The video is similarly convincing: “Make memories for your senses at VisitEroda.com”, a dulcet-voiced woman encourages over shots of crabmeat and speedboats.

It didn’t take long for the Harries to take over the Eroda subreddit, moderators becoming increasingly rigid in ruling nuggets of unrelated Eroda flotsam irrelevant to the cause of discovery (such as the user who wanted to discuss Eroda, but without any intervention from the Harries). Tumblr users were similarly invested: “What do the ominous references to Him portend? What are they serving at those town dinners? You think it’s a cute little coastal AU [alternative universe] but upon closer examination it’s full-on Wicker Man meets Hotel California meets Nightvale in the afterlife (which is what most of those places are anyway so sure why not),” posted 1D Discourse of the Day.

The whole thing is littered with wordplay. Eroda, for one, is Adore backwards (Harry’s next single is called Adore You). But, as Directioners have pointed out, the copy throughout the website nods to forthcoming Styles songs: The Fisherman’s Pub is located on the corner of Cherry Street and Golden Way (Cherry is one new song, Golden is another); the album will be released on Friday, 13 December and Eroda recommends avoiding a departure on an odd-numbered day. Eroda’s fishermen wear a single gold earring for good fortune – a look historically sported by Styles.

Directioners went further still: the hosting for VisitEroda.com and Styles’ website, doyouknowwhoyouare.com, were owned by the same company, MarkMonitor.inc. Social media pixels linked pages about Styles with Eroda. Fans became suspicious over Visit Eroda adverts appearing not on their social channels or YouTube, but, of all places, on Wikipedia. “I'M FROM FRICKING PORTUGAL,” a baffled Reddit user posted. “NOTHING EVER HAPPENS HERE. WHY IS THIS HERE”.

Eroda had analog presence, too. A4 pamphlets – the kind of thing one could make on MS Publisher circa 1998 – appeared in the freesheet boxes on the pavements of Manhattan. At a promo event in Paris, Harry was asked about Eroda by a fan. He remained silent, but those who were there claim he “made a face”.

By November 29, more evidence arrived. A short film “advert”, which used footage from the trailer released on Monday, was screened by a new Harry Styles fan account from “Eroda”. They said the film appeared in a cinema in Kinlochbervie, on Scotland’s northern coast; the Eroda account then started to tweet about cinema screening times.  Eagle-eyed fans were swift to post screengrabs, showing similar island formations in the background of both the Eroda advert and that featuring Styles. The two were linked.

Kinlochbervie was, fittingly, a bit of a red herring: the footage shown in both the advert and the video trailer was actually taken in St Abbs, a picturesque fishing village in Berwickshire that’s no stranger to a rolling camera – it was “twinned” with New Asgard after being used as a location for Thor’s new home in Avengers Endgame.

Styles was there in August, shooting, it appears, a few things for the forthcoming album campaign. He and his crew used Angela Morris’s cottage, in St Abbs’ Sea View Terrace, as a green room during the three days of filming in the village, after Morris had responded to a note being popped through the door from a filming company. “One Thursday I was just coming home from work and there was Harry walking into the house,” she tells me. “All of the costumes were in the living room, make-up was going on in the kitchen.

“I asked if I could wait in the garden before my husband and I went out for the evening, so I just sat there when Harry came out,” Morris said. “I think he was having a coffee, and he sat down and chatted, asked me about bits and pieces about the village. I was talking to him about his Gucci clothes and we had a bit of a laugh. I wasn’t too starstruck, really, and I think he appreciated that.” Later on in the shoot, Styles invited Morris and her husband to share a glass of champagne with him and the crew.

While the shoot interrupted the sleepy pace of life on St Abbs for a few days – Morris says that visitor numbers had already been boosted by Avengers Endgame but small crowds of teenage girls began to crop up after word spread of Harry’s location – most villagers, she reckons, are pleased to see the place put on the map: “Most people I saw were embracing it and interested to see what was going on.”

A German artist named Mario Klingemann was, however, more incensed when his holiday collided with the shoot: “I didn't know who Harry Styles was until today when I learned that he's the guy who blocked off the entire St Abbs harbour and prevented us from enjoying our fresh crab rolls," he posted on Twitter, aggrieved.

But Morris found out about Eroda much like everybody else – through Facebook. “It’s really odd,” she assess. “Lovely footage of beautiful St Abbs, though.”

Long-lens pap shots from that shoot certainly seem to match up with what we’ve seen of Eroda so far. Styles gangles around in Seventies suits, befitting the aesthetic of his trailer. The smoking gun, though, is the presence of a young woman with hair that brings to mind a Dr Seuss illustration, or the hat Princess Beatrice wore at the Cambridges’ wedding. VisitEroda’s “about” page explains: “The primary occupation in Eroda is fishing, however, the island’s art scene has recently started to develop. In particular, Erodean hairstyles have become a rather bold expression of self amongst the island’s youth”. Clearly, these are scenes of Eroda that are being filmed.

There’s an unmistakably ominous air to Eroda, and some believe the video for Adore You will see some misfortune befall Styles – there were reports of a (fake) gunshot being filmed in St Abbs while he was there.

But what happens next is arguably less intriguing than what we’ve been given with Eroda so far. We are well-used to being nudged and prodded by pop stars ahead of a new release. Major albums aren’t so much brought out as “dropped” or “leaked”, arriving online in the middle of the night before their fans disseminate them through the internet. Fans, rather than critics, are given early listens – and under tight NDAs. Artists will clear their channels to mark a new direction, only to give us elaborate photoshoots and contrived poetry to create a “concept”.

Eroda is undeniably a “concept” – themes of loneliness, peculiarity, conformity and happiness have been woven into the fictional island from the off. But it’s been artfully done; look deep enough into the Reddit forums and you’ll see non-Styles fans begrudgingly accepting that this is the work of a former boy band frontman, rather than that of a somehow more “serious” game creator, filmmaker or even musician. Furthermore, it’s fun – and that’s all too rare in a pop world where things have become obsessed with authenticity, and a rogue comment can result in “cancellation”. One Directioner popped up on a thread only to add, “As someone who works in marketing/promotion... This is fucking genius. Harry Styles' team is tops”, and it’s difficult to disagree.

After a decade in which stars have had to up their social media presence to survive, tweaking and teasing their listenership in ever-increasing desperation to retain shrinking attention spans, Styles is closing out the 2010s with the greatest album campaign we’ve seen so far. As an artistic statement, it suggests the 2020s will be his to claim.

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unanswered : p.p

brief summary: you can’t deny it, you’re in love with your best friend, peter. however, as you fight alongside him during the events of far from home, you do wonder if the feelings could ever be returned. 

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“It’s a shame she couldn’t come on the trip,” Ned sighs to Peter as he sits beside him on the plane, glancing to see Peter weakly nod in response. “why couldn’t she come again?” 

Peter shrugs his shoulders, having received a message from you last night about your Mom being sick. He had it all planned, this was going to be his chance to tell you, but once again something has gotten in the way. 

“Come on, dude.” Ned nudges Peter who averts his longing gaze to his phone background which happens to be his favourite photo of you all. “Could she not like sneak out, call for some assistance?” Ned raises an eyebrow, having recently learnt that you’re also apart of the whole SHIELD/Avengers world.

“I told you Ned,” Peter reminds Ned. “Y/n has to stay low about that stuff.” A shiver curls through his body as his mind wanders back to the moment you were almost caught on a rooftop mere months ago. If it wasn’t for Fury keeping his eye out on you and Peter, anything could’ve happened.

Seeing his phone light up, Peter can’t help but smile at the sight. It’s a photo of you all at the local pizza place, cheesy grins whilst you’re in mid-laugh thanks to Peter. MJ is rolling her eyes, but she has a hint of a smile whilst Ned is holding up the biggest slice of pizza possible. 

“I know, it’ll be great I just, I had plans,” Peter mutters, having told Ned the plan of action he had all thought out. 

“But we’re bachelors in Europe!” Ned cheers quietly, but Peter merely shrugs it off. “Come on, Y/n will be alright you know that.” 

“I guess,” Peter agrees half-heartedly as he turns his eyes to the window, looking over three people to see them rising higher into the air as clouds disperse below them. “I’m just gonna miss her.” 

*

Inside of their small room, Peter continues to brush his teeth as Ned rambles on. After everything that has happened, all Peter can focus on is how he’ll explain this to you. 

“She’s so pretty, she was showing me around and suddenly it happened. Do you know what caused it? Like, I don’t know how to even comprehend it all does Y/n know? Is she going to come hel-” Ned’s rambles come to a halt as he hits the ground with a heavy thud. 

Turning quickly on his feet, Peter allows his toothbrush to fall as Nick Fury sits in an armchair. “You’re Nick Fury?” Peter mumbles before he spits his toothpaste out and wipes his mouth. 

“And you’ve been ignoring me, Spider-Man.” Fury retorts before he rises to his feet. “Come on,” He motions for Peter to follow. “you’re needed.” 

Without a chance to fully reason, Peter hangs his head in defeat as he follows behind Fury, unsure where he’ll be led. 

��Where are we?” Peter speaks up as he rests his hands in his pockets, looking around at the underground base. 

“About time and all!” Someone announces with a huff and Peter freezes. 

You turn around, your arms crossed over your chest as you stand alongside Maria. 

“Y/n?” Peter stutters in shock. “Why, what?” Words struggle to form as you chuckle. 

“You didn’t tell him?” You look over to Fury who shakes his head.

“He ghosted me, how was I supposed to tell him?” Fury answers before taking a seat, leaving you to explain to a rather confused Peter Parker. 

*

“So, all this time you’ve been apart of this?” Peter questions as you sit down in a private room, a table between the two of you as a dying plant rests in the middle.

You simply nod, unsure what to say. “Fury contacted me the day after Ixtenco, told me I was needed so I had to come up with an excuse to not come on the trip.” You explain, absentmindedly playing with the plant, slowly bringing it back to life with your powers. 

Peter couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Though your abilities to control nature were unlike anything he’d ever seen, Peter always knew the girl behind it first and foremost. He grew up with you, knew you throughout school and learnt your secret before the snap happened. 

“And Fury knew I’d come if you were involved,” Peter mutters, knowing his longing looks at you say more than words could at times, even if you remain oblivious. 

“He’s smarter than he lets on you know.” You comment with a small smile, now looking at a healthy plant before your very eyes. 

“And now we just have to wait?” Peter breaks the silence, snapping you from your deep concentration on the plant. 

You sit upright, leaning back in the chair as you nod. “Just go along with it, and have fun.” You tell him with a small smile, wishing you could’ve been a part of it. 

Deep down you regret having agreed to help with Fury. You had this whole trip planned, you were going to have the summer of a lifetime with your friends and make new memories. Part of you hoped something could’ve happened between you and Peter, but you saw the looks he gave MJ. You knew he could never look at you in that way. 

*

Sitting with Maria, you watched from the sidelines as things clearly developed between Peter and MJ. You couldn’t be mad about it, hell, you anticipated it happening. A trip around Europe? It would be the perfect and most romantic place to fall in love. It’s just a shame it wasn’t you.

“You seeing this?” Maria calls out, catching you out from your daydream as you walk over to see what she’s monitoring. 

Your eyes widen as you see Edith has sent drones to Brad. “Oh no.” You mutter as you watch in panic, unsure how it can be resolved. “What’s wrong with Brad! He’s a nice guy, albeit a bit of a douche at times.” You ramble, watching as the drones never hit. 

“He avoided that one,” Maria comments before looking up at you, seeing a smile ghost your lips. “just.” 

“He’ll get better,” You shrug your shoulder, trying to convince Maria but you can see she’s not warming to him. “it’s a lot of responsibility, knowing Tony wanted him to have those.” 

Maria hums quietly before she continues with her work. “You’ve got work to do, go on.” She tells you, dismissing you from the room as you walk off to find Fury, knowing he’ll at least be more helpful in your next task. 

*

You’re one of the first on the scene during the events in Prague. Undercover, hidden away from your friends’ view you try your best to fight the fire elemental. “Anyone around to help a girl out?!” You yell as you keep your hands on the ground, forcing plants to rise and swarm the creature whilst water runs through, causing the creature to scream. 

“Hang in there, Y/n.” You hear Peter speak through the comms system as he appears dressed in all black before he jumps to a building, shooting webs to secure your friends on the Ferris wheel. 

Forcing back the urge to laugh, you return to your main goal and focus. 

“Where’s Beck?” You question as Peter looks around, wondering the same thing. 

As if on cue, Beck appears. “You monster.” He mutters as the beast roars loudly, growing in size as he stomps down, forcing you back as you slam into a wall. You watch as he burns off the vines you wrapped him in. 

“He’s getting stronger!” You yell to the others and Peter is by your side, helping you to your feet. 

His hands rest on your cheeks, though he is masked you can tell he’s worried. “Are you alright?” He questions, watching as you nod in response before Beck surrounds you all in a bubble. 

“We need a new plan,” Beck announces as you nod. “What can you do, Y/n?” He asks you as you look down at your hands before resting them on the ground. 

“I can flood the place, control the water directly at the elemental.” You suggest and Beck waits for your signal before dropping the barrier, allowing it to happen. 

With a scream, you flood the creature, but within seconds his flames return. “No,” You mutter as you turn to see Peter, but he’s vanished. “that, that should’ve stopped it.” You state as Beck takes a step forward, standing directly in front of the thing as he fires at it. “Beck, what’re you doing?” You yell and Peter yells too. 

“What I should’ve done last time.” He states before nodding to you. 

Before you can react, Beck launches himself right into the belly of the beast. You shelter your eyes as you see the orange being engulfed in green smoke. 

The elemental roars before it becomes green and crashes to the ground. Flames surround you as Peter holds up the Ferris wheel. “Mr Beck?” Peter yells, but you’re running over to Beck who is lying on the ground.

Cautious to move him, you check to make sure he’s breathing. “Is he?” Peter mutters as he kneels beside you, fear evident in his tone.

Beck begins to move and Peter lets out a sigh of relief. “I’ll be alright, kid.” Beck mutters as he groans loudly, forcing himself upright with both of you helping him. “It’s gone, right?” Beck questions as he looks around at the damage caused. 

“Yeah,” You say with a small smile. “it’s gone.” 

Maria moves in to help get you out of there. You glance back at Peter, seeing him still standing there in his new black suit. “You in there?” You question and Peter snaps out of his daze before walking alongside you. “Gotta say, the new suit isn’t too shabby.” You nudge his arm, hearing him chuckle.

“So, I have your approval on it, then?” His voice has a small quirk to it, and he can see you smiling to yourself. 

As you go to respond, you hear the sound of your name being called. “I, I better go.” You tell him half-heartedly, watching as he quickly nods.

“Yeah, I should get back to everyone. MJ and Ned will probably be worried.” Peter tells you quickly, and you wish you could disguise your small heartache when he mentions MJ before Ned. 

You begin to walk away, but then you pause and turn on your heels. “Hey, Spidey?” You see Peter point to himself and you nod before wrapping your arms around him tightly. “Take care, okay?” You whisper to him, not waiting to hear his response before you disappear into the chaotic scenes surrounding you both.

Yet, you missed something that could’ve changed everything. You miss the way Peter rests his hand against his chest and the smile that refuses to leave his lips beneath the mask. If you saw that then maybe, just maybe, things could’ve been different. 

“He won’t come to Berlin, will he?” You ask Maria as you sit in the back of the car, leaving Prague to head to the jet.

She shakes her head in response, and as she goes to tell you it’ll be fine you shift and look out of the window longingly. 

*

“How did we not notice this?!” You yell in frustration, panic filling your mind as you think to everything that’s happened. 

He’s gotten everything he’s wanted and did it right under your noses. Hell, he fooled you all. You felt sorry for him, the loss he endured, the pain he went through. And all of it, it was all a lie. 

“Listen, we can’t let him know we’ve caught on. You have to go along with it, Y/n.” Fury explains to you as you all remain in one of the many office blocks in London. “Peter’s trip has been diverted to London, so they’ll be here,” 

Your eyes go wide. “You brought my class right in the middle of this?” You ask boldly, not caring who you’re talking to anymore. 

“Y/n,” Maria tries to calm you down, but Fury can see the fire rising in your eyes. 

“And, and where’s Peter?” You begin to pace as no one answers your questions. “Why is no one answering?!” 

“Y/n,” Fury snaps you out of your spiralling thoughts. “you have to focus.” He tells you, looking right at you as sparks begin to play at the plug sockets. “Beck has this all planned. A lot of people will die if you don’t focus.” 

Letting out a deep breath, you shut everything else back. “Tell me what I have to do.” 

*

Standing on London bridge you remain still as people scream with fear as they run past you. You focus on the tour bus being emptied, your classmates running in confusion as your teachers fumble behind, close to shitting their pants. 

You watch as the elemental is filled with lightning, flames and water amongst the dusty form. The technology is something else, you have to hand it to him. But you have to stay present at this moment, if you slip out of place it’ll ruin the plan. 

Resting your hands down on the ground, you begin to feel vines surrounding the bridge, holding parts together as they start to crumble. You block out the cries of families, children screaming knowing they’ll be saved. No one has to die today, not a single person. 

An illusion of Beck flies around the elemental, repeating the same line you have heard before. You can hear the elemental screaming in pain, but as you open your eyes you see a piece of rock hurtling toward you. 

Somehow, it misses you, only just. 

You rise to your feet and raise your arms, bringing water from the Themes upwards and force it straight at the elemental. Though it’s an illusion, it could be damaged by enough of a brute force, especially when it’s unexpected. 

“Not today!” You scream, ignoring the projection of Beck as it stumbles backwards. 

Letting out a heavy sigh, you remain unaware of Peter hurtling through the sky. You turn to see several bots rising from the water and locking on you. 

Sitting safely, Beck tells them something that no one would’ve expected. “Kill Y/n.” He states coldly, and not even Peter could stop it from happening.

Everything happened within an instant. 

You blocked only so many of them, stopped them using your powers. But for once, you couldn’t escape all of it, no matter how strong you were. 

The green laser fired through the right side of your chest, missing your heart by inches. You saw it coming, but there wasn’t time to react. Beck planned this element, a sick twisted way allowing you to die slowly. You would die before Peter could find you, you would die with a broken heart and Peter would live on with one. 

A painful scream left your lips as you fell to the ground, only to see a blurred image of red and blue fly past and disappear into the elemental. 

With weak vision, you reach out to the ground, forcing a vine to spread toward the bridge in the hope he might find you. All you want is to be found, for someone to save you. 

“Y/n, you in there?” Maria asks and you weakly reply.

“I’m, I’m down.” Your lower lip begins to quiver, the realisation hitting that you won’t be making it out alive.

“Y/n, can you hear me?” She repeats, urgency rising in her tone as you tilt your head, seeing the elemental projection disappearing piece by piece. 

“He’s doing it,” You think aloud, your comms system still on as tears fall from your eyes. “Peter, he, he’s saving everyone.” 

“Where are you?” Maria yells, but you merely chuckle to yourself as Peter lands on the bridge, the projection gone. 

Panting heavily, Peter looks around at the damage caused, the destruction Beck has created in months. 

Taking a step forward, Peter looks down to see a vine beneath his feet and his stomach drops. With fear rising through his mind, he follows the path to find something he never wanted to see. 

“No, no no,” He mumbles, collapsing down beside you and removes his mask. The glossy look of your eyes says the painful truth; you’re almost gone. “Y/n, please, no,” He whimpers as he rests his hand on your cheek. 

You smile up at him, realising it really is him. “Hey, Pete.” You whisper, forcing the corners of your lips to rise even further. “Gotta say,” You cough, ignoring Peter’s protests for you to not talk. “new suit ain’t too shabby.” 

Peter can feel the tears rolling down his cheeks as he wishes he could say it all to you, tell you the truth behind everything he’s ever felt. But time isn’t on his side, it’s never been a good friend to him. 

“You’ll be okay, Pete.” You nod, wanting him to believe it. “T, Tony would be proud.” You whisper, feeling tears pour more as you struggle to breathe. 

“Don’t go, Y/n. Please, I, I can’t,” Peter cries as he holds you in his arms. 

He watches as your weak smile drops and you go limp in his embrace, you’re gone. 

Sadly, someone died today, and it just had to be you. 

*

Two months had passed since the events that had taken place in London. 

It didn’t feel like two months to Peter, to MJ, to Aunt May or to Happy. Everyone felt lost without your presence to lift the mood. No one would ever hear your sweet laugh as you sat in the pizzeria, you wouldn’t hug anyone with as much love as you could project. 

But what hurts the most is that you’ll never know how much Peter truly loved you. 

You’ll never hear that Peter wandered the streets of Prague asking MJ about the best way to ask you out. Or how he looked back at old photos on the flight to Venice instead of discussing how to live his bachelor life with Ned for the next few weeks. 

You won’t ever hear Peter tell you he loves you, but he still says it every day when he visits your gravestone. 

Walking down the steps he’s memorised, Peter keeps a tight grip on another bunch of flowers. He’ll always bring you flowers, knowing you loved to be surrounded by nature at all times. 

“Hey, Y/n,” Peter speaks up as he kneels in front of your gravestone, wiping off a bit of dirt before placing the flowers alongside the rest. “I just wanted to check up on you as I do.” He lets out a small sigh. “Still trying to figure out how to, to talk to you knowing you aren’t here anymore.” His voice cracks as Peter averts his gaze from the dates on your stone, the engraved quote. 

Peter wishes he could scream, that he could yell at Beck for causing it all. But he’s dead, Peter watched him die before his very eyes. He has no one left to hold accountable beside himself. 

“I wish I could take it all back.” He thinks aloud. “That I told you to stay away, not go to London or if I told you sooner how much I love you it might not have happened.” He rambles, knowing it makes no difference now. “I just wish you were here,” He sighs as he wipes his face, unaware of Aunt May and Happy stood at the entrance of the cemetery. 

“Does it ever get easier?” Aunt May turns to Happy, seeing a solemn look on his face as he watches Peter hunch over, his shoulders shaking as he strokes your name, remembering how he stroked your cheek as he held you in his arms. 

“Time will heal him,” Happy says with a sad smile. “but he’ll never forget.” 

May nods. “He won’t want to forget.” She says honestly as Peter rises to his feet before turning away, seeing them stood waiting for him. 

Accepting him with open arms, May holds Peter close. “It’ll get easier, Pete.” May mutters as she looks at your gravestone, seeing the bright colours that surround the dull graphite. “You’ll learn to heal, and Y/n would be so proud.” 

The three of them walk out of the cemetery with heavy hearts, but you died knowing things would be okay. No one else had to die, and that’s what mattered the most. 

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Quirkless AU Part Three

I’m back!! Yay! This part took me a while to write, just because I was experiencing some major writer’s block. I’m still not sure where I want to take this AU, so this could be the end or there could be more parts. This is part three so if you haven’t read the other two parts, I have linked them below for you to read. Enjoy!

Part One

Part Two 

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Throughout the week Izuku started to hear more about vigilantes everywhere he went. He started paying attention to the news and saw that almost half of the reports revolved around vigilantes and things that they did. In most cases, the vigilantes brought people to justice. However, a lot of the vigilantes caused damages in the process. It was clear based on the reports that the public held mixed feelings regarding vigilantes. Some individuals thought they were more helpful than even heroes, whereas others thought that they caused more harm than good. Izuku wasn’t sure how to feel about vigilantes, and as Y/N cornered him after this week’s support group, he still wasn’t sure.

“Do you have a minute to talk?” Y/N asked before Izuku could leave the room. Izuku looked over at them and nodded his head. He followed Y/N to another part of the building so they could talk.

“What did you want to talk about?” Izuku asked once they stopped walking and were leaning against a wall down the hall from the support group room.

“If I said I knew a way we could still be heroes, would you want in?” Y/N asked with a serious tone. Izuku looked at them in confusion.

“We don’t have quirks, Y/N. How are we going to become heroes without those.” Izuku sighed. He rubbed his face with his hands.

“You remember how we talked about vigilantes?” Y/N asked, looking over at Izuku.

“Yeah…” Izuku said, looking at Y/N with confusion. Their words started to click in his brain. “We can’t do that. They’re illegal.” Izuku said in a hushed voice.

“If we don’t get caught, it won’t be a problem. Plus, we’re kids. The worst they will do is send us back home to our parents.” Y/N explained, rolling their eyes. Izuku looked at them as if they had two heads.

“Are you crazy? You want us to do what exactly? Just walk up to where a crime is happening and jump in? We could die!” Izuku exclaimed, waving his arms around in exasperation.

“You’re being a little over dramatic.” Y/N threw back, folding their arms across their chest.

“Over dramatic? If we were to do this, we would be fighting against people who have quirks when we have none. We could very easily die.” Izuku expressed. He sighed as he leaned against the wall.

“Look, you don’t have to agree to do it if you don’t want to. I just think that this would give us a chance to be somewhat of a hero. We wouldn’t jump into any fights right away. I know a place we can go to get serious training, so that we can be prepared to jump in.” Y/N explained, looking over at Izuku where he was leaning against the wall. “I know I have always wanted to be a hero, and from talking with you and hearing your story through this group, I know you feel the same. This could be our chance to still become heroes. We could show other quirkless kids that they can still be heroes too.”

Izuku sighed and looked at the ground. His thoughts were running a mile a minute. One part of him was screaming “this is insane! You can’t do this!,” while another part of him was saying “you can finally live out your dream.” He was very conflicted on what to think, do, or say in that moment. Sensing his growing distress, Y/N jumped in.

“You don’t have to decide today. Take the week and think about it. You can let me know if you want to do it at group next week. Just, promise you’ll at least think about it?” Y/N said quietly.

“O-okay.” Izuku muttered, nodding his head. Y/N gave him a small smile before walking toward the door of the building. They gave a short wave before leaving. Izuku took a deep breath and then walked outside. He saw his mom parked out front and quickly jumped into the car.

“How was it Izuku?” Inko asked, watching him put on his seat belt.

“Fine.” Izuku mumbled, looking out of the window. His mother started chatting animatedly about the dinner they would be having when they arrived home, but Izuku couldn’t bring himself to listen. He was too preoccupied with the proposal that Y/N had given him. Izuku’s mind kept repeating the words that Y/N had said. We could show other quirkless kids that they can still be heroes too. He had a lot to think about.

**

Izuku didn’t get much sleep that night. He stayed up majority of the night replaying his conversation with Y/N. On some level he agreed with what Y/N said. This could be his chance to become a hero, despite it taking him down a path he never thought he would take. He could show other quirkless kids that they could still do good in the world, still be heroes. Despite that, another part of him was screaming no. It’s illegal. He could get into serious trouble or even worse, he could die. He doesn’t have a quirk, how could he fight someone who does and win?

These thoughts tumbled through his head the entire night, and by the time the morning sun was filtering through his curtains, Izuku was leaning towards not doing it. He just couldn’t put himself and his mother through all of that. I’ll tell Y/N that I don’t want to do it at group. Izuku thought to himself, feeling mostly confident in his decision. He pushed the thoughts of vigilantes out of his brain and tried to focus on what he had to do during the week.

**

Midway through the week, Izuku awoken in the middle of the night feeling like he had an epiphany. I have to do it. He thought to himself. He sat up in his bed and put his head in his hands. Knowing that so many quirkless kids could look up to him and see him as this great hero, even if he was only a vigilante, gave him a sense of determination. This was his future, his legacy. He could help change the world’s view on vigilantes as a whole. With this new found determination, Izuku jumped out of bed and ran to his computer. After it powered on, Izuku went to work. If he was going to do this, he needed to learn everything he could about vigilantes and the laws surrounding them so he could ensure that they actually had a chance at becoming vigilantes. Izuku spent the rest of the night combing through websites and news articles, soaking in as much information as he could. When the morning sun filtered through the curtains, and Izuku’s mother called his name for breakfast, Izuku reluctantly got off of his computer and started getting ready for the day. Despite not getting much sleep, Izuku was wide awake, his energy fueled by his excitement for the future.

**

The night before group, Izuku’s hopes came crashing to a stop. He came home from school to find his mother watching news. As he walked through the living area, Izuku overheard the news anchor talking about a vigilante. He paused and turned toward the tv to hear what was going on.

“The vigilante, who has not yet been identified, was running onto the scene in hopes to save some of the civilians trapped inside the building. Before the vigilante could make it to the building, a group of villains came out of the shadows and grabbed the vigilante. Police are still trying to piece together what happened, but based on eyewitness reports, the villain group attacked and murdered the vigilante and left them in an alleyway. We will keep you updated as more information comes in.” The news cut to a commercial break after the report.

Izuku’s eyes were wide as he watched the tv. His confidence he was feeling about doing vigilante work faded away with each passing second. Logically, he knew there was a risk of death, but this made it more real. Knowing that not even 24 hours before he officially decides to become a vigilante, someone was murdered trying to rescue others made him re-evaluate his decision. Having no quirk, he would have no way of defending himself if something like that happened. He looked at his mother and saw the worry on her face while she watched the news reports. I would only make her worried. Izuku thought to himself. He sighed and walked into his room. Lying on the bed, he stared up at his ceiling, thinking about his options again. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do, but he didn’t have much more time to figure it out.

**

After group let out, Y/N grabbed Izuku’s arm and dragged him into the hall. Once they were situated in a secluded part of the building, Y/N let his arm go and turned to look at him.

“So, did you think about it.” Y/N asked, staring him straight in the eyes. Izuku chewed on his lip.

“Mhm.” He said, not letting go of his lip. Y/N looked at him with curiosity in their eyes.

“And?” They asked, prompting him to say his answer.

“Let’s do it.” Izuku said, a look of determination flashing across his face. Y/N grinned at him.

“I knew you’d be down for it Broccoli boy.” Y/N exclaimed. They spent the next 20 minutes discussing what they were going to do. When Izuku left group that evening, he left feeling more hopeful and determined than he had in years.

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instant gratification 03 (m)

➾10.8k 

➾ smut, angst, fluff

➾the final part of this series, please read the first three parts if you haven’t!

instant gratification 01 | 02 | 2.5 | 03

It’s like time has slowed to an ambling crawl, and all that ever exists has ceased to matter; except in this room with the three of you standing, facing each other like fighters in a ring. All you’re aware of is the way your breath has frozen over in your chest, and the way Jeongguk is clutching something so tightly in his hand, mirroring your own fisted palm.

“Jeongguk, no,” the sound of your voice pierces through the tense atmosphere, and is that really your voice? Why does it sound so unconvincing, so lacking in resolve, so broken? You clear your throat and attempt to try again, because your eyes are locked on Jeongguk’s own milky caramel ones, filled with a murky rage that threatens to break past the surface. “Jeongguk, this is not what it looks like, I swear-“

He only responds with an acerbic laugh that’s short and cutting, and it makes every breath you take feel razor sharp.

“Not what it looks like?” Jeongguk’s features twist into an ugly mix of jealousy and fury as he crosses his arms over his chest, partly to emphasize the muscles of his chest to make himself feel bigger, and also to form some sort of barrier between himself and you. “Babe, if you’ve only known how many times I’ve said that phrase myself, only for it to mean the exact opposite.”

Suddenly it’s as if all the air has been sucked out of the room, and you choke back a sob that bubbles up in your chest, digging your nails into your palm to remind yourself to keep it together. He always knows just exactly how to hit your weak spot all the damn time, it’s as if he knows you so well from the inside out. This is his reminder that you will always be just another notch on his belt, another faceless girl to add to his collection, just one more body to warm up his bed for him. You watch as Jeongguk’s gaze travels between you and Jimin, and you thank your lucky stars that he happens to be here now of all times, because this is how you’ll get back at Jeon Jeongguk.

This is how you’ll hurt him, for all of the times he made you feel like nothing more than dirt at the bottom of his shoe, good enough to fuck in his bed at night but not good enough to acknowledge in the hallways. 

“You know what? You’re right.” Your words have an immediate effect on him as you see them register on his face like whiplash. Let his own words come back to haunt him, and you don’t even have to do anything but watch as he struggles to compartmentalize his emotions. 

“What? What did you just say?” His voice is the calm before the storm, and you’ve never seen him like this before. You’re used to his irrational outbursts of anger along with the most creative swear words you’ve ever heard, but never this kind of quiet rage that might just be the scariest kind there is.

“You heard me.” But you won’t back down no matter how terrified you are; you’ve spent long enough toeing the line and there’s only so much you can take. The rational recesses of your mind is screaming at you to stop, to resolve this simple misunderstanding before it escalates, but you’ve waited far too long for an opportunity like this to come along to let it go to waste just like that. And besides, your entire life might go down the drain because of Jeon Jeongguk, so he deserves this.

Right? 

Jimin makes a noise of protest in the back of his throat, and you glance at him to quiet him, and somewhere within you there’s a shred of guilt for getting him involved in this again.

“Are. You. Pregnant.” Jeongguk says through gritted teeth, and you belatedly realise that the results must be out by now.

But your hesitation is all it takes for him to cross the room in two of his long strides to grasp your wrist with a firm hold, and the look on his face has your heart skipping a beat, and you reflexively jerk away from him. The fear must have been evident on your face, because for a second Jeongguk lets a look of regret flit across his features and loosens his grip on you, angling the test toward him.

Two lines.

You see it the same time as him, but before you can react, Jeongguk jerks his hand away from yours as if scalded. You can almost see the resentment in his eyes as he backs away slowly, tossing something onto your bed as he lets the door slam behind him, and that’s the last you see of Jeon Jeongguk.

Your legs give out and you crumple onto the floor in a heap, breaths coming in panicked rise and falls of your chest, and the test clatters onto the ground uselessly. Jimin hesitantly approaches you, taking a peek at the two blue lines before gathering you into his arms, whispering words that you don’t hear.

*

The worst part of it all is just that when you think you’ve come to terms with the whole thing, with all the nitty gritty details of doctor’s appointments, texts to parents, potentially dropping out of school, it all comes crashing down on you again. Repeatedly over the next few days you find yourself back at square one, struggling to keep your head above water trying to figure out just where and when things went so, so wrong. 

Every time you look at the cactus with its pink flower and broken pot sitting on your desk, reality starts to close in on you again.

You even resort to Google and all its million search results that lead you to various online teenage pregnancy websites, and they all say just about the same thing. Step 1: Think positively.

Okay. You can do this, there must be some pros in every situation, no matter how bad it is right?

No periods for 9 months, and that means no cramps too, but the thought alone only makes the anxiety in your chest worsen. You’d rather have your period every single day of the month than have to deal with this. 

Step 2: Tell someone you trust, set up your own support system.

That’s a fucking no-go, you chuckle bitterly as you toss your phone onto your bed in resentment. Of the two people who know about this, you don’t trust one of them further than they can throw you, but ironically, Jeon Jeongguk probably could lift you up and toss you across the room easily enough. At this rate you wonder if you should be calling MTV right about now, and if you play out your sob story enough, this will be your ticket to fame.

Step 3: Find some way to tell your parents.

The next sentence that you read almost makes you want to throw your phone across the room and pretend that all of this doesn’t exist, that you’re not currently knocked up with fucking Jeon Jeongguk’s baby and worse still, that he never saw you as anything more than just an easy fuck. But your eyes stray down to the paragraph that accompanies it, and hope flares in your chest; it’s just a tiny spark, but it’s enough.

If you used a store bought pregnancy test, make sure to visit the doctor to confirm your pregnancy before telling your parents. False positives, though rare, do occur and the most likely reasons are due to expired pregnancy tests, or even reading the results of the test after the suggested time, which can cause inaccurate results due to the evaporation line that forms. It’s best to double check so that you don’t do any unneeded damage! 

With that the remaining hesitation about setting up a doctor’s appointment vanishes, and you start searching for nearby clinics.

*

The autumn afternoon brings chilly winds and a hint of the sun’s rays that peek out behind the voluminous clouds. You bury your hands deeper into your coat pockets, quickening your step so that you can get out of the cold. Jimin has insisted on accompanying you to the appointment, and as he lengthens his strides to walk slightly ahead of you, he slides his jacket off and drapes it around you, quieting your protests with a soft hush of his plush lips.

 “Jimin, you really didn’t have to come with me, I know you have that History midterm today.” You reach to close his jacket around you, and for some reason it makes you feel a lot warmer, even though you’re not wearing it properly for it to make much of a difference.

“It’s no big deal, I rescheduled it. I’m pretty tight with my History TA,” he gives you an easy smile, hovering his hand on the small of your back as you head up the stairs to the clinic.

The small room smells unpleasantly of antiseptic and bleach, but thankfully it seems rather empty for a Tuesday afternoon. Jimin makes you sit down on the waiting chairs while he takes care of the registration, and as you watch him scribble something down onto a piece of paper, you can’t help but fidget in your seat.

“She says you’re the next one up, so it shouldn’t be too long of a wait,” Jimin says as he takes the seat next to you, studying your features with concern that makes a wrinkle appear on his forehead. “You okay? Nervous?”

“I’m okay, and no, not nervous,” you lie through your teeth. “I mean, what’s the worst that could happen, right? It can only get better from here, not worse.”

Jimin only grins at your optimism that is somehow pessimistic at the same time, and reaches to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as he leans in closer. He’s so close that you can feel his breath on your cheek, and you can count every single individual eyelash of his.

“I wanted to tell you something.” He looks straight into your eyes, and with his arm on the back of your chair, he exudes a sense of security that makes everything feel okay again, makes you feel safe, like nothing else matters except for him and you. “I wanted to tell you that no matter what happens, I’m willing to take responsibility for everything. I really like you and I hope you’ll give me a chance. To make everything better again.”

Jimin looks so hopeful and radiant as he gazes back at you, and the honest sincerity on his face makes you grip his hand tightly, because honestly you don’t deserve his selflessness. His willingness to stay by your side and potentially raise someone else’s child only proves that he really loves you no matter what.

Just as you’re about to reply, the nurse calls your name, and your attention is momentarily drawn to the direction in which she points you to. When you look back at Jimin, he only smiles back and stands, your hand still in his as he leads you to the doctor’s room and knocks on the door.

The doctor is a middle aged man who looks to be in his thirties, but despite that, the wrinkles around his eyes make him look about 10 years older. He glances up when you walk into the room, and upon taking in both you and Jimin’s presence, he sighs through his nose, but his gaze is sympathetic as he gestures for you to take a seat.

A part of you wants to just run out from this room immediately, away from his pitying gaze and away from this horrible reality. He’s probably seen and dealt with lots of teenage pregnancies before, and now you’re becoming just another one of them, just another statistic to be tallied up and added to the bottom of condom packages or those religious cults promoting abstinence.

The thought sickens you to your stomach.

“What can I do for you today, Ms ____? And I assume this is your boyfriend?” He casts a cursory glance at Jimin.

“U-Uhm no, he’s just a friend who accompanied me here.” If anything, your reply has a pronounced effect on the other two males in the room. The doctor’s frown deepens as he raises his eyebrows, but to his benefit he doesn’t probe or ask any more questions. Beside you, you can feel Jimin slouch in his seat a little, but his grip doesn’t let up on your hand.

Steady, comforting and warm. Just about every single thing you need right now, so why is it so hard to just say yes to him?

Your eyes land on his nameplate on his desk. “I’d like a blood test, Dr Kwon. I used a home pregnancy test, and I- I read that they can be wrong sometimes. I just want to be sure before… before…”

Your voice trails off and you can’t continue, because you simply have no idea what comes next if you really are pregnant, and as much as you hate to admit it, this is your last shred of hope. Dr Kwon is looking at you with sympathy etched between his brows now, and you hate the way he smiles at you gently, as if preparing to let you down.

And let you down he does. 

“Of course, we’ll get one done right away, and the results will be out in two days. But the chances of a home pregnancy test being wrong is only about 3%, so I suggest you don’t get your hopes up, that is, since this is an unplanned pregnancy, am I right?” He scribbles something down onto your card, before interlacing his fingers together.

“Right.” The single word is like a stab to the gut, and your admission out loud makes everything so much more real, like you can’t hide from it anymore.

Dr Kwon seems satisfied with your admission. “A nurse will be in shortly to help you with the blood test, and she’ll also pass you some brochures with useful and important information that you need to know if you’re pregnant.”

You nod mutely and allow the nurse to usher you into a separate room. The prick of the needle barely registers as she draws a decent amount of blood, and while you’ve always been terrified of needles and blood, this time it doesn’t seem to garner much of a reaction as you sit there numbly and allow her to clean the wound and stick on a plaster in the crook of your elbow.

“That’s all for today, we’ll call with the results after 48 hours. Dr Kwon also asked me to pass these to you, please read them well in your own time, and feel free to call if you have any questions! I hope you have a happy pregnancy!!” The nurse doesn’t seem to register your situation as she beams happily at you while guiding you back to the waiting room where Jimin is perched on one of the seats, springing to his feet once he sees you.

“See you in a few days’ time!!” The nurse’s words chime out behind you ominously as you head for the door, and so the wait commences.

*

You’ve never been good at waiting.

Not even for trivial things like waiting for packages to be delivered, which is why you almost never shop online; or for your instant noodles to be cooked, you’d rather eat slightly crunchy noodles rather than soggy overcooked ones anyway.

The hours pass by painfully slowly, and at the end of the 36th hour and 48th minute- no, you haven’t been counting- you decide to call the clinic in hopes that your result might be out sooner than expected.

“Ms _____? You’re calling about your blood test results, I assume?” The same nurse from the other day picks up and immediately greets you with her cheery voice.

“Yes, I know it hasn’t been two days yet but I just wanted to check-“

“Oh, I do have your results ready with me, I was just about to call you actually.”

You grip your phone so tightly that your knuckles have turned white, and you just manage to form a coherent sentence. “Wh-what is the result?” 

“The result of your blood test is… you’re not pregnant.” Her voice rises and then falls in disappointment like a crescendo, and the sympathy is evident. “I’m so sorry, if you need anything like counselling, I’d be happy to…” 

But the adrenaline that rushes through your veins makes it hard for you to hear the rest of what she’s saying, and you blurt out something before hanging up, feeling relief in every single square inch of your body. Tears of joy flood your eyes, as you clutch your phone to your chest, and the elation that fills you to overflowing makes you scroll through your contacts to Park Jimin’s number.

“Jimin, my answer is yes,” you gasp into the phone breathlessly.

“Huh? Wh- ______, are you okay?” 

“My answer is yes, I’ll go out with you.”

*

You sip on the beer with relish, and while you’re not usually such a fan of alcohol, the beer somehow tastes unusually sweet tonight. Jimin wraps his arms around your waist as you perch on his lap, and nuzzles his nose into the dip of your collarbone.

“You okay babe? I thought you hated frat parties,” he says with his lips pleasantly against your skin, and you close your eyes in enjoyment.

“What better way to celebrate? The fact that I’m not pregnant and can drink as much alcohol as I want to,” you grin at him as you take another sip. “Hey, let’s do body shots later!!”

Jimin only chuckles at your excitement. You hand him your empty beer can as you get up from his lap, straightening your bandage skirt in the process and grab his wrist. “C’mon, let’s go dance!!”

You lead him all the way to the center of the living room, and the sheer number of people around the two of you presses Jimin right up behind you, and you can feel his hips against the curve of your ass. You glance back at him, expecting to find him shy and blushing as usual, but it seems like you’re not the only one who’s celebrating with alcohol tonight, as he grips the flesh of your hips with his hands and pulls you into him, his eyes glinting with desire.

You grin back at him and make your way deeper into the crowd, enjoying the feeling of Jimin right against your ass, and it seems like somewhere along the way he’s lost the rest of his inhibitions because he’s even starting to grind against you, and you can’t deny how every thrust of his agile hips makes the ache between your legs more and more noticeable.

Until you crash straight into a wall, and you didn’t realise that you’d been going so far as to hit the walls of the living room already. But when you turn around, you realise that the obstacle in your way is not the cream coloured walls of the frat house, but instead Jeon Jeongguk’s chest. He’s wearing a plain white shirt and his hair is styled off his forehead so you can see his eyebrows as they arch at the sight of you, and that little smirk that always drives you crazy.

He takes in the sight of Jimin’s hands on your hips and his half lidded eyes.

“Should you really be here?” He asks with a raise of his eyebrow and a tiny little smirk, his eyes trailing down to your midriff. Jeongguk tries not to let on that he’s actually studying your stomach for any hint of a baby bump, although he has no idea when women start to show physical signs of pregnancy. But he plays it off as disinterest even as he feels slightly nauseous at the sight of Jimin’s hands on you.

“I can be wherever I fucking want, Jeon.” You nearly spit back at him, and the venom in your voice is just an overcompensation for the empty hollowness in your chest at seeing him looking so delectable, but he doesn’t need to know that. Jeongguk raises his hands in mock surrender, pasting an amused smile onto his lips.

“Woah, looks like someone’s PMSing- oh wait, I forgot you don’t PMS anymore.”

“Fuck off Jeon,” Park Jimin nearly growls, and Jeongguk feels his hackles rise in response. He’s about to spit out a hell of a comeback when Jimin’s hands slide around your waist, pulling you into his embrace and away from him, and his voice gets stuck in his throat.

“C’mon babe, let’s go somewhere else,” Jimin whispers into your ear, and you acquiesce, allowing him to lead you upstairs instead. 

He leads you into an empty room, and you’re suddenly consumed with the urge to feel his lips against yours. You reach over to tug on the collar of his shirt, pulling him into you and moaning when his plush lips finally meet yours. Your tongue slips out to lick at the seam of his lips, and he whines against your mouth even as you reach to close the door behind you.

Your hands reach under his shirt to feel the hard ridges of his abs, running your fingernails lightly across them and enjoying the way his muscles tense up under your touch. Reaching to slide the hem of his shirt over his head, you follow by ridding yourself of your own shirt, and Jimin’s eyes immediately take in the sight of your bra clad chest, and he bites his lips.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers even as he scatters kisses over the tops of your breasts, and you smile in response, because he always makes you feel so secure, he always knows just the right thing to say.

You guide his hands to the back of your bra, urging him to unclasp it and he does, slipping the straps off your shoulders before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. His wet tongue teases your bud just right, and you arch into him with a moan.

“Jimin, don’t tease please…” You pant as he switches to the other neglected breast. You reach down to tug off your skirt, and in your impatience, you grope at the front of his jeans as well, delighted when your hand is met with a tell-tale bulge. “Jimin, I want you, please…”

He hesitates as you continue to palm him. “______... are you sure?”

“Mhm, I need to feel you inside of me Jimin, I want that so badly…”

Jimin takes a second to look at you properly, and that’s when he realises that you’re drunk. He sighs as he draws away from your alluring touch, causing you to pout in disappointment.

“Jimin? What’s wrong? Don’t you want me?”

“I do, baby, I want to feel you around me so fucking bad, but not like this,” he says as he reaches for your clothes. “Not in some random frat house, and definitely not when you’re drunk. When we have sex for the first time, I want to do it right.”

He helps you slide on your bra and even clasps it for you, kissing you on the shoulder sweetly. “Let’s get you home, okay? I’ll go get a cab and you just wait here.”

You can only nod as you watch him slip on his shirt again, and head out the door. Sinking down on your bed, you realised that you should have tried a little harder to convince him that you’re not drunk and propose going back to your dorm instead, but for some reason you don’t really feel all that disappointed.

Instead you just feel empty and numb.

A shout from downstairs interrupts your thoughts, and you jump to your feet when you realise that it sounds vaguely like Jeongguk and Jimin. Racing down the stairs while inebriated may not be the best idea you’ve ever had, but you manage to make it safely to witness Park Jimin punching Jeon Jeongguk right in the jaw.

Jeongguk is wincing slightly as he fingers the rapidly swelling edge of his jaw, but he only smirks as he staggers towards Jimin. “What happened to your girl? I thought you finally grew some balls to get laid, dude.”

“I said, fuck off Jeon,” Jimin’s eyes narrow dangerously. 

“Can’t get into a girl’s pants without getting her drunk as fuck?” Jeongguk is throwing his head back and laughing like it’s the funniest thing in the world. “Let me teach you some tips buddy: try not being a fucking loser for one.”

Jimin’s fist moves so fast that you barely see it as it makes contact with Jeongguk’s nose, and with that the larger boy is knocked onto the floor, groaning as he cups his face. Panic surges in your chest as the people around you cheer and jostle against each other in order to get a better look. You fight to keep your view of the two boys, but you only catch a glimpse of Jeongguk as he pushes himself back onto his feet and lunges as Jimin, hitting him hard with a blow to his cheek. 

Jeongguk staggers back after the hit, be it from blood loss or the alcohol in his system, and you elbow aside some frat boy who’s standing in your way just as Jeongguk falls onto one knee. You hear Taehyung’s voice from the other side of the room as he helps Jimin up, trying to restrain the pink haired boy who’s still snarling in aggression.

You grab Jeongguk’s chin and tilt his face towards you. His nose is bleeding profusely and you nearly gasp in horror. “Oh fuck, your bloody nose!!”

“Stop swearing at me!” Jeongguk wipes at his face with the back of his hand, only to realise just how much blood there is.

“I’m not swearing at you- I’m just describing it- oh never mind,” you reach for his arm and drape it around your shoulder, helping him to stand as he places most of his body weight on you.

“Wh-what are you doing with me? Shouldn’t you be fussing over pretty boy over there?” He grunts in pain as he gingerly explores the swollen area of his jaw. 

“For once in your life, shut up, Jeon, or the swelling’s gonna get worse,” you say as you help him over to the bathroom upstairs.

You place your hands on his chest to push him back against the counter as you assess his condition.

The bleeding doesn’t seem to be stopping, and it’s just your luck- or his- that the bathroom is out of toilet paper. You curse under your breath, brushing your fingers against his swollen jaw subconsciously as you consider how to stop the bleeding. Belatedly you remember the tampon that you’d stuffed in the waistband of your skirt in case of emergency, since you were expecting your period to come any time soon.

You reach into your skirt and feel around for the tampon, watching as Jeongguk’s eyes widen when he sees you apparently feeling yourself up.

“Uh, babe, I don’t think that’s gonna help much, I think it’ll just make it worse-“

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” You grit your teeth at him as you pull out a colourful wrapped tampon and begin to unwrap it.

Jeongguk shrinks back in horror immediately. “I-is tha-that a... is it what I think it is?” 

Amused by his reaction, you pause in disposing of the wrapper as you eye him up. “What do you think it is?”

“A ta-tam-tampon.” He’s stuttering and stumbling over his words, but there’s no mistaking the fear in his eyes upon seeing the small object made of cotton in your hands. 

“Yeah, it is,” you confirm his fears with a smirk playing upon your lips, and he recoils with such immediacy that you’d think you were holding a nuclear missile in your hands. 

“And… wh-what are you gonna do with that?” His voice is reduced to a hoarse whisper, and a part of you is actually enjoying this- seeing Jeon Jeongguk squirm in terror just because of a feminine hygiene product, and his fear of such a harmless object makes you want to lord it over him for as long as possible, just to torture him for being such a typical teenage boy.

“I’m going to stick it up your nose to stop the bleeding,” you say cheerfully even as you place one hand around the back of his head to steady it. Jeongguk jerks away in fear, but unfortunately for him, he’s trapped between your body and the counter, and in any other situation he would be more than happy, but not when you’re about to shove something that goes up your vagina up into his nose.

“Hold still, or it’ll hurt more,” you threaten, and he almost whimpers helplessly as you push the cotton into his nose, hoping that it’ll stem the bleeding. Jeongguk whines as you try and get the tampon to go deeper to soak up all the blood, and he leans forward, attempting to bury his forehead into your shoulder for comfort. You allow him to stay there for a few seconds before you push him away. 

“Fuck, is that what you go through every month?” He winces as he uses his fingers to explore the area underneath his nose.

“Um, well… I guess?” It’s too bizarre to even begin to compare putting in a tampon to sticking one up his nose, so you try your best to keep your answer vague.

He actually whines in complaint when you move away from him, and he reaches for your waist to tug you back to him so that he can bury his cheek into your neck. “It hurts,” he says in a small voice.

You’re fully aware that he’s just milking this for all it’s worth just to get some sympathy out of you, and your hand hovers over his head hesitantly for a few seconds before giving in and stroking his hair a few times.

“Actually, I wanted to apologise for that night,” Jeongguk murmurs into your neck, taking you by surprise; and when you pull away to make eye contact with him, he only tugs you back into his embrace, as if trying to hide from you, and his sudden shyness is somewhat endearing. “I didn’t mean what I said. I should have handled things better.”

Your hand stills over his head, and as the silence stretches on, you can feel the way his hands are tightening ever so slightly on your waist at your lack of a response. Jeongguk is not always the best with words, and in fact, you’ve never heard him apologise so outrightly like that before.

“I know,” you say in a near whisper back to him, and that’s when he can finally bring himself to look at you. “I didn’t mean what I said too.”

Jeongguk almost sags in relief as his eyes stray down to your midriff, and his thumbs stroke your sides ever so slightly. “And I just wanted to say that I-“

The door to the bathroom swings open just at that moment, and Jeongguk’s grip tightens around your waist in response as he tries to move your body behind his. But when you turn around, you see Jimin with his bruised cheek and swollen eye, and jump away from Jeongguk guiltily.

Luckily, Jimin seems to be in too much pain to have noticed the intimacy between you and Jeongguk. To distract him from the fact that you were just in an enclosed room with another man, you grab his hand and tiptoe to kiss his cheek, sparing Jeongguk a last parting glance as you usher Jimin away.

*

It’s not often that Jimin doesn’t have a smile on his face or his bubbly laughter filling the room, but when he tells you one afternoon that “we need to talk”, you automatically deduce that it can’t be anything good. 

Those four words might as well be harbingers of doom. 

His pink hair has been fading gradually over the past few weeks, leaving a golden blond that illuminates his skin like a halo. He’s running his fingers through his hair repeatedly, one of his habits when he’s nervous or anxious, and you reach over to pull one of his hands into yours.

“What is it Jimin?”

“Did you tell Jeon yet?” He glances at the cactus plant in your room briefly, still in its broken pot and sitting on your desk. You curse yourself for not getting rid of it yet, even though you were always meaning to. “About you not being pregnant.” He clarifies when you raise your eyebrows at him.

“Um… no, not exactly, but...”

He takes a deep breath and pulls his hand from your grip. “I think you should tell him.”

“Um, okay. I will, if it means that much to you.” His rejection stings a little and you fold your arms tightly against your chest instead. “But… I thought you hated him.”

“I do.. and it’s just…” He lets out a frustrated sigh as he squeezes his eyes shut, holding a hand to his forehead and massaging his temples. “This is so fucked up, because that night at that party I thought I was finally something more to you. When you wanted to have sex with me, I was so fucking elated, don’t get me wrong. I thought maybe we were starting to become something more. But when I saw you in the bathroom with Jeon, hell, how you even went to him and not me; I realised that I’ll always be your second choice, just another option.”

His words hit you right where it hurts, and the progressive guilt that has been building up ever since you sent Jeongguk a picture of Jimin with his face in your neck comes crashing down in one big avalanche. “Jimin, no, you’re not- you’re not my second choice, and I-“

“No, I’m okay with it,” his voice cracks halfway through his sentence, and he gives you a watery smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, and he doesn’t have a single trace of bitterness or anger on his face at all. “I’m okay with being your second choice, as… as long as I can love you like this.”

Your seat on the throne in Hell has just been reserved.

A sound of protest starts up in your throat, although you have no idea what to say in response, but Jimin only shakes his head.

“But… I can’t let you go on like this. I know that you don’t… you don’t love me back like how I love you, and that’s okay. But I can’t just pretend like I don’t notice the way your smiles are a little more forced, or the way you always try so hard to find something to fill the silence in between us. I can’t be with you if you’re not truly happy with me.”

The ache in your chest grows into a large void that threatens to consume your entire being, and you’re struggling to find the words make everything okay again, even though everything he’s just said is true. There’s only one way this will end, and the thought of Jimin leaving you, the thought of being alone is almost too overwhelming to bear, and you clutch onto his arm tightly.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel like a rebound or a second choice, but I promise I can do better, just tell me how I can change!” You’re aware that you sound pathetic even to your own ears, but the desperation to keep Park Jimin by your side overrides anything else. “I need you Jimin, I need you in my life.”

He only gives you a sad little smile, and you wonder if a million years in Hell will even be enough to repent for breaking his heart like this. “No, you don’t need me, you’ll be fine without me.”

*

You’re a disgusting person. A horrible excuse for a human being with a penchant for self-sabotage.

The same few sentences are all that run through your head for the next few days, and even though a part of your brain is crying out for help, you can’t help but indulge in the non-stop self-flagellation as you wallow deeper in your unmade bed.

Normally at this time of the day Jimin would be over and you’d be cuddling with him and watching a movie or something, and he’s over so often to the extent that Sejeong even jokes that you have a third roommate now. But without his presence to distract you, all you feel is the hollow nothingness, and you stare into space blankly with no motivation to do anything.

Sejeong peers over at you in concern when you finish off your second tub of ice cream in a day. Although usually she’s incredibly strict with the team’s diets, girl code dictates that when your bestie is burying her face in an ice cream tub, you don’t stop her. 

“_____... you okay?” She asks cautiously. “You don’t have to come to today’s game if you don’t feel up to it. I’ll get one of the other girls to replace you.”

Somehow, her sympathy only makes you feel worse, because in the past Sejeong has never offered to sub for you even when you were down with that nasty cold that one time. You’re sure that the entire cheer team knows about your breakup by now, but giving in and not attending that game would only make things worse. 

So you suck it up and toss aside your spoon, reaching back to tie your hair up. “No, I’m fine. I can do it, don’t worry.”

It’s one of the basketball team’s major games today against their rival school, and there’s even been rumours that scouts from the professional sports teams will be in attendance. There’s a lot at stake for both the basketball and cheerleading team today, but somehow you can’t bring yourself to be nervous as you drag yourself through your routine of getting ready.

Things get even worse when you get to warmups and realise that Jimin has requested for a change of flyer, and you’re paired up with a freshman named Jinwoo instead.

Jinwoo is the worst base you’ve ever worked with, his hands are always sweaty and he seems unable to lock his elbows to provide you with the sturdiness you need when he’s tossing you up into the air. He always grips your waist with a superhuman strength that you wish could have been invested into his elbows instead, although it’s all in goodwill because he’s terrified of dropping you. 

You look over enviously at Jimin and his partner instead, one of the newer additions to the team who’s a freshman called Yejin. She seems delighted to be partnered up with him, and even though her flips and tosses are less than perfect, as she lacks strength in her core and her muscle control is average at best, Jimin makes their stunts look absolutely stunning and professional.

This time your routine takes place concurrently with the first half of the basketball game, and you have no idea exactly which idiot decided this, because it’s hard enough to focus on your stunts without hearing the shouts of the basketball team to each other, the scrapes of their shoes against the court floor, or the fact that Jeon Jeongguk just scored again.

You place your hands on Jinwoo’s that are on your waist, getting ready to be boosted up onto his shoulders with your teeth gritted in determination. You’re supposed to go up in a stagger formation before dropping back down to resemble dominoes, and you can’t mess up the timing or else the whole team will be affected as well.

When Sejeong lands on her base’s shoulders beside you, you bend your knees and jump a few times, and combined with Jinwoo’s strength, you’re lifted off the ground and in midair for a few terrifying seconds, struggling to find Jinwoo’s shoulders because he’s a lot taller than Jimin, and you’re not used to the height difference. When your feet hit his shoulders, you’re thrown off balance for a second and you teeter dangerously, causing the crowd to gasp and hold their breaths. Jinwoo’s iron clad grip on your calves does almost nothing to stabilise you, and you tighten your core to stay upright.

It feels like the gameplay behind you has stopped as well, because suddenly you don’t hear the squeak of shoes against the polished floor anymore, and the silence screams in your ears as you tense every single muscle you have and somehow manage to stay on his shoulders.

The crowd breathes a sigh of relief in response, and you spare a glance to your right, meeting Sejeong’s worried gaze and giving her a small smile in return. Your heart is pounding in your chest even as you can feel Jinwoo trembling under you, and you scrunch your eyes shut, praying to whatever deity above that you’ll make it through this routine alive.

Your cue to hop off his shoulders comes sooner than expected, and even though fear spikes in you at the thought of jumping to the ground from this height, you just pray and hope that Jinwoo catches you on the way down. You grit your teeth and bend your knees as he boosts you up, completing a single toe touch before descending.

His hands catch your waist a little clumsily, but he prevents you from taking the full impact of landing and you almost sob in relief when you realise that all that’s left is the dance routine to end it off. You’ll definitely be having a word with Sejeong after this, because Jinwoo definitely needs more training before he should be allowed to cheer like this, or even be partnered up with another flyer, he needs a fuckton of strength training, and- 

Just as you slide into your finishing pose of a front split on the floor, there’s a multitude of shouts and yells coming from the court behind you, followed by a heavy sounding thump. Despite what Sejeong has always told the team- never take your eyes off the audience during a routine, ever, no matter what happens- you turn around involuntarily to see Jeon Jeongguk lying on the floor, clutching his knee with pure agony etched on his sweaty features.

*

Hospital rules are fucking bullshit.

You don’t even get to see a single glimpse of Jeon Jeongguk before word has it that he’s been relocated back to his dormitory to recover. And the whole patient’s privacy thing means that the usual harmless rumours surrounding Jeon Jeongguk have mutated into a gory battlefield of gossip and people trying to outdo one another in a competition to see who can come up with the best- or worst- sob story.

Long story short, you have no idea what happened to Jeon Jeongguk after that day.

Paramedics and ambulances were already stationed on the scene as per usual, and they descended on the school’s star basketball player faster than bees to honey. It’s since been more than a week, almost 14 days of worry gnawing at the pit of your stomach, trying your best to look disinterested as you pry for information from his team mates.

But Taehyung sees right through you, so you don’t even pretend with him when you approach him again in the common kitchen. He’s in the midst of devouring a bowl of cereal, and you don’t even have the patience to wait for him to finish his mouthful before you ask him the same question again.

“Can I see him today?”

And you expect his usual shake of the head- his parents are with him today, or he’s at physical therapy, or sometimes even just a flat out rejection because Jeongguk doesn’t want to see anybody. The way he says it, it sounds like Jeongguk is moping in his room like an angsty teenager, and you wonder just how bad his condition is, because he’s definitely not the kind to sulk like this, ever. Even when you ask Taehyung to mention your name to him, his answer is always the same, although you suspect that he doesn’t tell you what Jeongguk really said in order to save you from further heartbreak and embarrassment.

But today he nods, and you inhale a sharp intake of breath.

“Wait, really? He finally agreed to see me?” After two weeks of flat out rejection, it seems a little hard to believe, and now that you actually think about it, you have no idea what you’d say to Jeongguk even if you did meet him.

“No,” Taehyung admits with a guilty look, averting his gaze back to his soggy cereal. “His parents are leaving at 4 today, and he doesn’t have physical therapy. So I figured…”

You throw your arms around him in gratitude, nearly knocking over the bowl of cereal in the process. Maybe it’s a stupid fucking thing to do, barging your way into Jeon Jeongguk’s room when he clearly doesn’t want to see you, and when you’ve already established that you mean nothing more to him than a used rag, but at this point you don’t even care anymore, because you just have to see him in the flesh, make sure he’s okay, and then you can go on living your separate lives again.

Just one more time, you say to yourself.

“Just wait till his parents are gone, they tend to linger for a while,” Taehyung warns with a small grin on his face as he sees your features light up again, and you toss a careless smile his way in thanks as you throw open the kitchen doors, heading for your room in a dead run.

*

Your appearance when going to see Jeongguk has never fared worse than you do now, and you blame that stupid florist. What’s so difficult about repotting a tiny little cactus that it has to take an hour and a half? And that price that she charged you was plain ridiculous, bordering upon extortion, for that matter.

You’re clutching the brand new brick red pot in your hands with the utmost care as you place a hand on the doorknob. Taehyung told you that the door would be unlocked after his parents leave, and your best bet is to literally barge in without knocking. Taking a deep breath and praying that he’s not naked or jerking off in there or whatever, you push open the door and peek in, only to meet his eyes immediately. 

Jeon Jeongguk is on his bed with a heavy looking leg brace around his left knee, and his eyes widen as he takes in your windswept hair and makeup free face, eyes trailing down to the pot in your hands as he registers your presence. The sight of the pink flowered cactus in your hands seems to have triggered something in him, because he grabs the covers that are bunched up beside him and tries to cover his bulky leg brace from your view.

“Um, hi. I’m sorry I didn’t knock, glad you weren’t naked or whatever,” you mumble while averting your gaze to look around his room instead, noting the wheelchair that is parked neatly in the corner.

“Did you really think I’d be stupid enough to jerk one off with the door unlocked like that?” Jeongguk raises an eyebrow while scrutinising your figure in the doorway. “Why did you come like that?”

A part of you takes immediate offense to his statement, reaching up to try and tuck your hair behind your ear to make it look the least bit presentable, but then he continues. “Isn’t it like cold as fuck outside?”

Oh. “Um, it’s alright, it wasn’t that bad,” you say nonchalantly, even though your teeth were definitely chattering on the way up here.

“Get in and close the door, you’re letting the cold air in,” Jeongguk sighs through his nose, seemingly having accepted the fact that you’re just going to stand in his doorway and stare at him.

You close the door gingerly and make your way over to him, setting the cactus that he gave you all those weeks ago on his bedside table. 

“What’s that?” It’s a stupid fucking question, because he may be injured but he isn’t blind; of course it’s a fucking cactus, the very same one that he crushed in his hands when he was trying to give it to you back then, and it feels like he’s only just asking this to fill in the awkward silence as he scratches the back of his neck.

“It’s a cactus,” you deadpan back, but a part of you is screaming at how awfully uncomfortable he seems to be around you, the way he avoids eye contact with you for more than a few seconds at a time, and the way he crosses his arms over his chest to act as a protective barrier around himself. “And you know what? I named it after you, because you’re a fucking prick.”

“What?” Jeongguk wrenches his stare back to you. “You named a cactus after me? Why the fuck does a cactus even need a name?” 

“Because…” you run your hands through your hair in frustration. “You’re missing the point here! The point is, you’re a fucking prick. I spent the last two weeks worried sick over your stupid ass because you’re up here sulking like a high school kid who didn’t get past tryouts. I know you hate me and all and whatever we did in the past means nothing to you, but I’m just selfish like that because I needed to see you at least once to make sure you’re still alive.”

Taking a step back from him, you attempt to keep the tears at bay by digging your nails into your palm. “Thanks for letting me do that, I guess. Bye, Jeong-“

Jeongguk is gripping his sheets, and his knuckles are rapidly turning white. “I don’t hate you.” He risks a glance up at you. “And what we did… it doesn’t mean nothing to me.”

He looks like he’s struggling with his next words as he turns to look at the cactus beside him. “That day after you came to me and not Park… I wanted to tell you how I really felt. But I didn’t get a chance to say it. I guess I just wanted to say that… I want to try things out with you. Ever since we started fucking in the bleachers freshman year, there’s just something about you that makes me want more, and at first I thought it was just your smoking hot body, but it’s way more than that. It’s how you always push yourself to do better, be better, and that makes me want to be a better person too, if not for myself, for you.”

Jeongguk is worrying his bottom lip as he plays with the hem of his oversized hoodie, and you can barely bring yourself to take a step closer to the edge of his bed. He always has a way of saying the crudest things and then taking you by surprise by putting a surprisingly romantic twist on it, and your gaze softens as you take in the boy with the messy bedhead who looks at you as if you’re his entire world.

“And when I found out that you’re pregnant, there was just this raging jealousy inside me that took over everything, and before I realised it, I’d hurt you and said those things I didn’t mean. But after I’d had time to shut out all those irrational thoughts, I realised I want you by my side, and I don’t even fucking care if that’s Park’s baby, because as long as it’s you, it’s okay, everything will be okay.” 

Your knees are slightly weak, and you have to sit beside him on the bed. “Wait, Jeongguk, th-there’s something I need to clear up. I never slept with Park Jimin. I just made it seem like I did to make you jealous, and that was irrational thinking on my part too.”

He grips your wrist even as he glances down to your waist, covered partially by your oversized sweatshirt. “Wait, that means… the baby is mine?”

“Wait, what?” Confusion stalls your mental processes for second. “Jeongguk, I’m not pregnant.” 

Your confusion is reflected on his own features, a frown marring his brow as he continues to stare at the relatively flat expanse of your stomach. Adrenaline surges into your chest as you take in his genuine expression of puzzlement.

“I- I thought you knew! That night when I used the tampon for your bloody nose, I thought you figured it out. When you asked if this is what I go through every month, I thought you knew I was on my period or something.”

Jeongguk looks at you as if you’re crazy. “Do you think I’m the fucking CIA or something? What kind of inference skills did you expect me to have??”

“It’s not inference skills, it’s just- wait, you’ve seen me around pretty often the past few months, did it never occur to you to wonder why I wasn’t showing yet?” 

Jeongguk only shrugs. “Um, no, I just figured it’s like what my mom always used to say. ‘Every pregnancy is different’.”

Oh god. Jeon Jeongguk is an idiot.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” you tell him, but the fond smile on your face says otherwise. “You’re an idiot for not joining all those dots together, and for not letting me see you sooner.”

“I was ashamed,” he admits, and you can almost see him start to withdraw into himself again, and it’s so unlike the Jeon Jeongguk you know and love, and you reach over to press your lips to his cheek, fitting your body next to his cautiously on the bed. “I didn’t know how to face you or anyone else after that. The doctors say it’s a torn ligament, and I might not be able to play basketball ever again.”

He doesnt have to say it, but he's fucking scared as hell. Basketball is all he has, it’s all he’s good at, that’s what his parents and coaches and friends have been telling him from young. And now it’s been ripped away from him in a split second, the fates are nothing if not cruel. His voice is quivering slightly, and you reach out to stroke his cheek, and he responds by burying his face into your chest in the most non-sexual way possible for Jeon Jeongguk.

“I thought everyone only saw me as basketball prodigy Jeon Jeongguk, and without basketball, who am I even? What am I even good for?” He laughs humourlessly.

“You’re an idiot, Jeon Jeongguk,” you whisper into his hair for the countless time that afternoon. “I’ve always wanted you for that amazing dick actually. Fuck basketball.” 

Despite himself, Jeongguk is chuckling, and hearing the sound of his genuine laughter in a very long time makes your heart want to dance on the drifting sea breeze that is his happiness, and you grip his shoulders tighter. 

“Well, guess you’ll be leaving me now, because I can hardly fuck you right in this state,” he deadpans even as he rests his head on your chest in contentment, fingers idly stroking your tummy and sending shivers up and down your spine.

“Really? We’ll have to see about that,” you let your fingers wander down his chest and teasingly brush over his nipples, feather-like touches that elicit a light whine from him. They brush over his stomach, and even through his hoodie you can feel the ridges of his abs, and you frown in distaste. “Get rid of these abs, I want you to get fat with me. No more dieting.”

His protests are cut off when you push the hem of his hoodie up to reveal his toned stomach, and you shift from your position beside him to tease your tongue up and down, enjoying the way his muscles are flexing underneath your wet laves.

“Fuck- what are you- oh god- what are you doing? I can’t-” 

“Shhh baby, let me take care of you,” you silence him with a smirk even as you feel for his length, already half hard, in his sweatpants. Satisfaction blooms through every single nerve ending as you revel in your ability to arouse him to this extent with just a few touches.

Pulling down the waistband slightly, you reach and pull him out, laying him flat on his stomach so that only his tip protrudes out from his sweatpants. Concentrating only on his engorged head, you flick at it with your tongue, watching as beads of precum start to emerge and you dutifully lick him clean, not allowing the precum to pool on his stomach like you normally would. When he whines and arches his hips for more, you oblige and enclose your warm mouth around him, and he nearly sobs. 

“Oh fuck, that’s it, I’ve missed your mouth so fucking much, fuckkkk,” Jeongguk strokes your cheek with one hand and rests the other on the back of your head. “Baby please, I need more, I need-“

You push his sweatpants past his hips to reveal the rest of him, and taking him into your hand, you slide your mouth down on him, making sure to massage the underside with your tongue even as you relax your throat. Seeing as he has limited range of motion, you make things easier for him by letting him stay in the depths of your throat for longer, swallowing repeatedly around him. He feels so thick in your mouth and so heavy on your tongue, and you’re aching to feel him fill you up again. Your warm, convulsing throat around him has him on the edge faster than expected, and you’re fully prepared to loosen your throat to swallow his load when he stops you with a gentle tug on your hair 

“Stop, stop, I don’t want to cum yet,” he reaches to brush your damp cheeks, and you nod, throat slightly too raw to speak just yet. You give him a few leisurely strokes as he pants, trying to stave off his orgasm. “Can you take off your shirt?”

The way he asks so shyly is as if it’s his first time asking to see you topless, and it’s so endearing that you can’t help but laugh in response. You tug off your sweatshirt, revealing your breasts clad in a navy blue lace bralette, and Jeongguk’s hands descend on you immediately, kneading your soft and supple flesh with his large hands.

“You’re always so pretty… so pretty and perfect and all for me,” Jeongguk murmurs even as he tugs you down so that he can mouth at your chest, and you gasp when he flicks his tongue playfully over the thin lace. He occupies himself with unhooking your bralette and sucking bruises all over your chest even as you straddle him carefully, feeling his length settle between your ass as you grind slowly on him.

“Fuck,” he whines as you teasingly make sure that he can feel how ruined your panties are through the thin material of your shorts. “You’re so wet baby, and I didn’t even touch you. Sit on my dick?”

You bring your eyes up to meet his even as he places his hands on your hips, stroking the generous curve with his fingertips. “You sure?”

“Yeah, just go slow? Never thought I’d ever say that in my entire life, not when it comes to sex,” he grumbles, but you know he’s only trying to reassure you.

You shimmy your shorts and panties off, reaching back to take him in your hand and pump him a couple of times.

“Wait, do you need some prep first? I can finger you or eat you out or-“

“I’m soaked, babe, don’t worry,” you brush his head against your drenched core to prove it, and he inhales through his teeth in response. Just as you’re about to angle him just right and slide down on his cock, he stops you again with a hand on your waist.

“W-we should use a condom,” it’s the first time Jeongguk is suggesting that you use one, and you know he hates the feeling of latex around him, so you raise your eyebrows in question. “It’s just… that last scare was…”

“Now you’ve ruined the mood,” you tease as you run a thumb over his head. “Maybe you should just cum inside me bare and knock me up for real. That’s what it took to get your head on straight anyway.”

“That’s hot in theory,” he admits even as he reaches into a drawer, rummaging for the box of condoms he has somewhere inside. “I’m all up for roleplaying that as a kink, but the realms of imagination are as far as that fantasy will ever go. 

He hands you a foil wrapped packet, and you tear into it, unrolling it onto his length before giving him a few test strokes. As you line him up with your entrance, you lean down to meet his lips with a playful smirk, playing along with him. “You do know that condoms aren’t fool proof right?”

You sink down onto his length, and his response is nothing but a long, drawn out moan as your walls tighten around him. He feels entirely delicious inside you, weeks of not feeling his thick length stretch you out like this makes the sensation so much more toe-curling. Jeongguk has his head thrown back into his pillow, his forehead scrunched up, and his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard, hands gripping your hips as you continue to clench around him.

When you start to move- focusing more on grinding and slow rotations of your hips instead of slamming up and down so as not to hurt him- he keens and whines. “I’ve missed your pussy so much baby, fuck yes, always so tight, always taking my dick so well.”

His praise makes you moan even as your clit pulses, in constant contact with the rough skin of his base. When you incorporate your Kegels into the mix, he nearly goes insane as he pants and sobs, desperate for a faster pace and just dying to flip you over and pound into your pussy so hard that you’re both seeing stars, but he has to settle for this for now.

You raise yourself ever so slightly on his dick and slide down again, making sure not to land on his pelvis even as you oblige him by riding him the way he wants you to. It’s putting a strain on your thigh muscles, and for the first time you thank Sejeong for her killer leg day routine, and the pure bliss etched on Jeongguk’s face is more than worth it.

“I-I’m so close baby, are you? Are you close too? Please tell me you are,” he nearly begs as he reaches down to rub your clit.

You answer with a whine and further tightening of your walls even as he rubs your clit with just the right amount of pressure. “I’m so close Jeongguk, you feel so good inside me, just wanna feel you cum inside me.”

“Fuck, I can’t- I’m coming,” he warns with a gasp as he pulls you to sit down on him, and you can feel his length pulsing despite the thin layer of latex, but he doesn’t let up on your clit, sending you over the edge as well as you imagine him spilling his cum deep inside you, without the condom in the way.

Your walls close down around him, heightening his pleasure even as you writhe on top of him, and your name falls from his lips repeatedly in reverent cries of his ecstasy. The white hot pleasure extends all the way to the ends of your toes, burns up the length of your spine, and sears the pit of your stomach, and you collapse boneless against his chest.

Jeongguk wraps his arms around your sweaty body, breathing hard as well.

“You okay?” You shift your weight off him to curl up beside him instead, and he brushes aside your concern with a touch of his lips to your forehead.

“’m more than okay,” Jeongguk murmurs against your skin, his senses innately tuned to the way your chest rises and falls against his, the feeling of your bare skin on his that feels so right, and your scent that fills his nose. With you in his arms like this, it feels like he can forget about everything for a while, and even though the future that looms is uncertain, it’ll all be okay, because it’s you by his side. “Perfect, actually.”

a/n: this is the last part for this series!!! thank you for all your love and for waiting so patiently, i hope you enjoyed it :”) 

addie 

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[lady-divine-writes]

Klaine fic - “All the Beautiful Pieces” (Rated NC17)

Blaine Anderson is spending the summer after graduation flipping houses with his brother for Cooper's total home renovation show. The show features the worst houses Cooper can buy, with Blaine playing the role of lackey so that Cooper can torture him in front of his viewers. The last house Blaine has to renovate is an original Victorian House in San Diego, CA, which is in terrible condition. But this house turns out to be more than just another job. It was once owned by a famous Vaudeville ventriloquist by the name of Andrew Smythe. It houses a very interesting collection of items - among them, two life-sized puppets. Blaine isn't sure exactly why, but he's drawn to them - especially to the one with the beautiful blue eyes. He convinces Cooper to give him the puppets, and Blaine starts to restore them. In the course of the restoration, Blaine finds out that neither puppet is simply a run-of-the-mill puppet, and Andrew Smythe was hiding a secret that will be the key to saving two lives.

Okay, so, as many of you people know, this was my Reverse Bang story from way too long ago. I had it completed, but as I was uploading it, my computer crashed and obliterated this plus a ton of my other stories, which I have been writing back from memory these many years. I had this one almost down except for the last three chapters, which have been lost in the void of my brain. So, what I’ve done is start over from the beginning. I haven’t been changing the story, just freshening the language, and then I will add those last three chapters. But I’m posting it here one chapter per week so those of you who would like to can get reacquainted with the story. Of course, you could jump ahead to AO3, and cheat, re-read all 17 original chapters at once, but you’ll still have to wait for the ending, and only chapters 1-7 have been redone. Anyway, this story wouldn’t even exist without @freakingpotter who is an amazing artist and an even more amazing friend <3 Give her lots of love <333

(Warning for character death that happens in the past, hoarding, and anxiety.)

Chapter 1 (6515 words)

Blaine stares out the windshield of his rented Honda Odyssey, his jaw dropping open, stunned out of his senses at the sight of the disastrous house in front of him. His hands grip the steering wheel for support. His knees knock together, completely out of his control. A low, pitiful whining noise rattles around in the back of his throat. The house to his right, nestled incongruously behind a manicured lawn, carefully pruned rose bushes, and a well-established Mulberry tree, is so incredibly awful that he can’t stop looking at it. It’s like a horrendous traffic accident – lots of blood and twisted metal, but try as you might, you can’t make yourself look away.

“What’s wrong, squirt?” Cooper, Blaine’s older brother, asks. “Is something wrong with my new investment?”

“Uh, I’m looking at your new investment right now,” Blaine groans, sounding strangled and pathetic, but he couldn’t care less.

“And…” Cooper asks, his voice an annoying, disembodied presence in Blaine’s Bluetooth since there is no way that Cooper Anderson would actually deign to come out to a new project house himself.

He leaves that kind of grunt work to his baby brother, Blaine.

Cooper Anderson’s Complete Home Renovation started as a way for Blaine’s brother to translate his B-list (to put it kindly) celebrity status into a steady paycheck. At first, Blaine thought this show would turn into another fad - a superficial hobby that Coop would get really excited about for a few months and then become bored with when the hard work began. Cooper had a reputation for those – Catamaran racing, model plane building, volunteering at the Greyhound rescue. But this time, Blaine had to give Coop some credit. When he started the show a year or so back, he did research, found a reputable contractor, and learned the ins and outs of foreclosed property auctions. It was the most responsible Cooper had been about something in a long while. He flipped a few houses, got a desirable time slot on a basic cable network, and made a decent amount of money doing it. But the show was dull as dishwater and the ratings tanked. That was until Cooper decided to do things his usual way, which basically meant firing every capable person involved with the production of the show, managing everything himself…and soliciting the help of his younger brother.

Cooper purchased the properties, usually through a third party company, and then turned Blaine loose on whatever disaster he had bought. Blaine would perform a preliminary walkthrough of the various houses, with Cooper accompanying him through the aid of a wireless webcam, while back at command central (Cooper’s fancy name for his breakfast nook), Cooper and his contractor, who remained silent through the walkthrough to make Cooper look like the knowledgeable one, made plans for the renovation. In no time flat, Cooper ended up with a sensational cult following, as well as a membership-only website. Members to the website got the privilege of watching the live webcam feed and witnessing all the hilarious - and embarrassing - pitfalls that Blaine suffered. Later on, the feed would be edited for television. The show became a bigger hit than Blaine could have ever imagined - which was one of the many reasons why Blaine wanted nothing to do with it.

Blaine had a strict policy not to participate in any of Cooper’s harebrained ideas. This one, being a television show, pretty much screamed, “No! Don’t! Turn back!” Blaine had dreams of being on Broadway one day, and he didn’t need his brother destroying his reputation before he even had one. But Cooper never took no for an answer, and in this case, he knew his brother’s Achilles’ heel.

College.

But not just any college.

NYADA.

The premier college for musical theater, located in none other than Blaine’s dream city – New York.

Blaine was desperate to get there, especially now that their parents decided last minute not to pay for it. It was all right for Blaine to say he wanted to go to NYADA, but in the end, his parents were counting on a more practical college choice, like Stanford or Princeton. They would even bend as far as accepting NYU, as long as Blaine majored in business or medicine, but not NYADA. No. They didn’t want another foolish child with dreams of making it big as a performer making a mockery of the Anderson family name.

Not like Cooper.

Sure, Cooper had managed some bit parts in a few movies, and a one-line speaking role on a television series, but before his renovation show took off, his claim to fame as a thespian had been one FreeCreditRatingToday.com commercial.

His parents were less than impressed.

Cooper knew Blaine was trying to find a way to save up for college, and truth be told, he felt guilty. He realized that, in a way, he had caused all these problems for Blaine, but it wasn’t in Cooper’s nature to simply come out and apologize…especially when his idea to have Blaine as a lackey on his show was so much better.

Blaine caved when he realized that Cooper’s offer, no matter how destructive it might be to his future career, was his only real hope, especially considering what Cooper was offering to pay him in comparison to working part time at the Lima Bean, which only paid minimum wage plus the occasional tip. So, Blaine spent most of his free time and all of his school breaks helping Cooper flip houses.

That included his summer vacation.

This summer would be Blaine’s final hoorah on the show until his next big school break, which prompted the idea to bring Blaine out to the West Coast to do a Fun in the Sun edition of Cooper Anderson’s Complete Home Renovation.

Blaine was initially thrilled by the idea. A couple of months at their family’s old beach house (God, they hadn’t been there in years), spending some time lying out on the sand, relaxing, rescuing his upper arms from an unsightly farmer’s tan, and escaping his mom and dad’s constant looks of disapproval every time he entered a room.

The first three vile houses he renovated in San Diego, however, almost made any fun and relaxation Blaine had planned for this trip completely immaterial.

But this house – his last house – takes the cake for sure.

“Blai-ney?” Cooper sings through the earpiece, cutting through Blaine’s thoughts and the dead air.

“Do you ever see these houses before you buy them, Coop?” Blaine asks. He tilts his head from side to side and cranes his neck to peer out the windshield, refusing to move from his seat until he absolutely has to.

“Why? Is it the wrong house?” Cooper asks in a panic. “It’s the Victorian, right? Please tell me it’s the Victorian!”

“It’s the Victorian, all right,” Blaine confirms with a long, heavy sigh. Or it will be a decent Victorian house once they get rid of the hodge-podge of vomit-worthy paint that had been slapped on for God knows how long. The house looks like the whole color scheme was chosen by a drunk toddler. The main body of the house is a bright, fire engine red; the scrolled pillars and the sconces look to be hazard orange; and everything else is either bright blue or deep purple. If the house hadn’t been declared a historical landmark, Blaine is sure that the neighbors would have torn it apart panel by panel.

“Then what’s the problem?” Cooper sounds worried at the reluctance in his brother’s voice, not that Blaine isn’t always reluctant. That’s part of the shtick. Cooper makes it a point to buy the worst houses he’s heard of, sight unseen, because Blaine’s initial reaction is a big part of his TV show’s draw.

Besides, torturing his younger brother has always been one of Cooper Anderson’s favorite past times.

“So, are you inside yet, squirt?” Cooper pipes up over Blaine’s Bluetooth. “Because I’m seeing a serious lack of anything interesting on my computer screen. Of course, I’m not all that tech savvy. Check the feed on your end.”

“I’m not in the house yet, Coop,” Blaine moans.

“Wha--- well, why not?” Cooper sputters. “Time’s a-wasting here, kiddo. We have a show to put on. Chippity-chop-chop, Blaine!”

Blaine sighs and switches on the portable webcam, focusing the lens on his own face so that Cooper can check the feed.

“There’s my handsome little man,” Cooper coos, thrilled to tease his baby brother in front of his slew of dedicated viewers. “Now go and show me the house that’s destined to become my newest masterpiece.”

Blaine’s shoulders slump, weighed down by the inevitable. He opens the minivan door, ready to step out and get the full effect of how awful it truly is, when he is hit with a smell so powerful it forces him back into his seat.

“Ugh! Blech!” He locks the doors and turns on the air conditioner to flush the evil smell out, but that doesn’t work the way he hopes. The conditioned air circulates the smell throughout the car. Immediately, the stench sticks to the upholstery and his clothes.

Blaine doesn’t want to breathe it in any more than he has to, but there’s something curious about the smell. Yes, it’s disgusting to think that the house stinks so badly he can smell it all the way from his minivan with the windows rolled up, but now that time has passed, he realizes it isn’t altogether a bad smell. It’s more odd than bad. Against his better judgment, Blaine takes a deep breath in through his nostrils and holds it, shutting his eyes to get a better idea of what the smell reminds him of.

Melancholy.

Bittersweet.

Like a musty old funeral home parlor, where each grain of wood, each fiber of carpet seems to be infused with the sorrow, pain, and tears of mourners grieving for loved ones lost.

To put it simply, the house smells sad.

Regardless, whatever is causing that smell can’t be healthy.

Even more than the smell, which is disturbing to say the least, it’s the silence that unnerves him.

Blaine had gotten lost on his way here. He had parked in the cul-de-sac on the opposite side of the street and sat for a good twenty minutes checking his GPS before he realized his mistake. Harbor Drive cuts in half with a strip of neighborhood right down its middle. He had ended up on the other side. The side he originally parked in is a lively, typical suburban neighborhood, with kids riding their bikes and people in their yards gardening, watering their lawns, talking and laughing, enjoying this beautiful Southern California afternoon.

The cul-de-sac this Victorian house sits in is much the same – the same identical houses, the same green lawns, the same suburban atmosphere - only there are no children playing here, and no busy neighbors tending to their gardens. Blaine looks up at the sky. For two whole minutes, not a single bird passes overhead, and there isn’t an insect to be seen.

Life seems to avoid this neighborhood, and probably for good reason.

Blaine can’t shake the ominous feeling that he’s being watched…and he probably isn’t the first person who’s felt that way. Blaine had heard that this house got no foot traffic. Even when it was put up for auction, few people came by to take a look at it, which is strange considering how popular real Victorian houses are in this area of the country.

But something as trivial as the possibility of a supernatural threat to his life will not deter Cooper Anderson from ratings and equity. Blaine will eventually have to get out of the Odyssey and go into the house. He reaches into his glove box and pulls out a dust mask, which Cooper must see since he starts yelling into the earpiece.

“No! Blaine! What are you doing?”

“Coop, I can smell your house all the way from the van,” Blaine explains, giving himself permission to be haughty. “I’m protecting myself from whatever lives in the air around this place.”

“No, you can’t cover your face!” Cooper complains. Blaine might find Cooper’s desperation amusing if he wasn’t trying to talk him out of keeping himself safe. “You know my viewers tune in to see my dapper brother’s handsome face. Your face is my money maker!”

“So, you’re going to risk my health, and my future as a singer, for ratings?” Blaine argues, annoyed at his brother’s overwhelming lack of concern. When he doesn’t receive a response, he decides to appeal to one of Cooper’s real loves – money. “You know, one stray mold spore gets into my lungs and your insurance premiums take a hit.”

“Hey,” Cooper says in a sly voice, “it’s a risk I’m willing to take.

But Blaine knows better than to let his brother dictate matters of life and death, and squirrels the mask into his back pocket. He won’t be on camera the whole time, and it’s an easy enough thing to slip on and off without Cooper noticing.

He had to do it for those last three houses.

Blaine grabs the webcam and climbs out of the minivan. He takes extra time to make sure the doors are locked and the windows rolled up, deliberately stalling. Finally, he gives in and walks up to the cartoon-esque fun house that smells like heartbreak and woe.

Blaine stands for a moment to take it all in. Then he trains the webcam on the house, and Cooper laughs like a hyena through Blaine’s Bluetooth.

“Holy crap!” he roars. “Stop, Blainers. Just…just give our audience a moment to appreciate the monstrosity before us.”

Blaine scans the scene, starting from the far left and moving to the right.

“What the hell colors are those?” Cooper chokes the words out between the most unattractive chortles Blaine has ever heard. “It looks like a carnival funhouse.”

“Yeah, well, you sure know how to pick ‘em, Coop,” Blaine recites in a practiced flat and sour tone. It’s one of his many catch phrases that he is required to say through the course of filming. Unoriginal, but it seems to make the viewers happy. Twice in the last six months the phrase ‘Pick a Winner, Coop’ has trended on Twitter.

And Blaine has been a huge part of that.

Yippee.

“You know, this house has a really well-kept lawn to go with that crap paint job.”

“The realtor told me that the ladies from the historical society were taking care of the landscaping,” Blaine remarks as he trots up the walk, not that Cooper actually cares, but because Blaine does his best to fill in the silences with informative little tidbits. If anything, maybe he can use it as a way to showcase his professionalism and dedication to the craft - his ability to improvise.

Blaine Anderson – Master of Finding the Silver Lining.

Blaine takes the keys out of his pocket. He had to pick them up directly from the realtor’s office. For some reason, the severe, dowdy, and unnaturally petite woman wouldn’t meet him at the house.

She said specifically that she never went down there.

That, in itself, is not a reassuring testimonial.

Blaine works to unlock the deadbolt, balancing the webcam beneath his chin and pulling the door toward him when the lock won’t turn.

“Anyone want to take a bet on what it looks like inside?” Cooper asks, filling up the empty air space while Blaine fumbles with the uncooperative lock. Blaine feels his phone buzz in his pocket which means that Cooper also tweeted that question to his viewers. “Op! Blaine’s struggling with the lock! Nobody must have gone in this house in years! This is going to be horrible! I can feel it!”

Cooper chuckles wickedly and Blaine rolls his eyes. He isn’t sure that he likes the strange, sadistic pleasure Cooper gets from tormenting him like this.

Blaine jiggles the doorknob while turning the key, cranking it left and right, but it isn’t just that the lock itself is stuck. It feels like the door is being held closed from the inside. All of Blaine’s inner alarms start going off – in his head where his ears ring with Cooper’s inane laughter, in his chest where his heart races so hard that his ribs hurt, in his feet where he shifts weight from one to the other, as eager to be in the house and done with this as he is to get into his minivan and leave.

At the thought of leaving, the door finally opens, shoving in about a foot and then stopping dead. Blaine pushes and pushes, but the door won’t budge any farther.

“Uh…Blaine?” Cooper’s voice calls through the Bluetooth. “I like your shoes and that lovely sweater vest you’re wearing as much as the next guy, but do you think you could hold the webcam up so we can see what’s going on? All this bouncing around is making me want to hurl. It’s like a scene from Cloverfield or something.”

Blaine pulls the webcam out from beneath his chin and sticks it around the corner of the door. If he can’t make his way into the house, at least Cooper and his audience can see what he’s up against.

“Well…that’s a…dark room you’re showing us there, Blainers,” Cooper teases in a straight voice. “In fact, that’s an incredible shade of grey we’re seeing at the moment. Do you think you could open up a curtain or turn on a light there, squirt?”

“I’m…hmpf…I’m trying…” Blaine grumbles, struggling to keep the webcam aloft while fighting to open the door. After a few backbreaking heaves, he gives up and shimmies through the narrow crack he’s already made, sucking in his stomach to keep from snagging his sweater vest on the edge of the door. He slips through the opening, having to stop a second to maneuver his leg around the bend, and stumbles inside. His right foot comes in contact with the floor, his left foot raised behind him, and the front door slams shut.

The room he’s standing in goes from grey to black, and everything becomes eerily silent.

Even Cooper’s chuckle dies to muffled breaths over Blaine’s Bluetooth.

Blaine stands completely still, praying that nothing runs at him from out of the shadows.

Of course, it doesn’t help in the slightest that he had stayed up late last night streaming Stephen King’s mini-series Rose Red. Whatever possessed him to watch a show about a haunted house hours before coming here, he will never know.

His eyes adjust to the lack of light. They water excessively, clouded by thick layers of dust that he can smell and taste with every breath he takes. He holds his breath, sure that any monsters hiding in the dark will hear even the slightest inhale.

“Blaine?” Cooper whispers harshly. “Do…something…”

“I’m…trying…” Blaine whispers back with an added huff of annoyance.

Blaine finally dares to turn his head, sweeping the webcam around the room. He reaches out his free hand, his arm shaking as he tries to stay balanced on one foot, and feels for a light switch on the wall by the door. His fingers come in contact with one; he flips it up and down madly, but with no results.

“Coop…I thought you called SDG&E and had the power switched on,” Blaine says, continuing to flip the switch rapidly in hopes that a loose wire somewhere will spark after enough tries and the lights will flick on.

“I did,” Cooper responds in an unnecessarily low voice. “Maybe there’s a blown fuse or a busted circuit.”

Blaine whimpers. He’s not looking forward to negotiating this mess without any light. He attempts to put his elevated foot down, his knee sore from tensing to keep it bent up, but everywhere he steps he feels bulky items in his way, disinclined to be pushed aside. He finds a loose…something…and shoves at it, sliding it across the floor about a foot and making a space to take a step.

“Okay…” Blaine says, both triumphant and anxious as he creeps across the room in this manner. He can’t see anything but shapes and silhouettes that change when he relocates some blurry mystery object. He ignores the sounds of shuffling that echo through the room in response to his movements, keeping his eyes fixed on a single ray of light streaming in through a crack in the curtains. Blaine counts his steps, trying to estimate how big the room is by his strides across the floor.

“Can you see anything?” Cooper asks conversationally, keeping the show moving along while Blaine picks his way at a snail’s pace through the unseen clutter.

“Not yet,” Blaine replies, only a hair louder than a whisper because he’s still wary of talking too loudly - a hidden childhood fear of the dark rearing its ugly head. “I’m trying to make it to the curtains on the windows, but this room is large and packed with stuff.” Blaine looks down at his feet, aiming the webcam at the floor. “Do you see anything, Coop?”

“Naah, not yet, squirt…” Blaine smiles when he hears Cooper sound mildly concerned on his behalf, “just a really, really dark blur.”

“Congratulations, Coop,” Blaine chirps, tripping over something that clangs metallically when it comes in contact with his foot. “You purchased a void.”

Nervous laughter follows Blaine’s comment and he smiles wider. It’s nice to know that every so often his big brother actually cares.

“If you come across any television sets, don’t turn them on,” Cooper warns. “I wouldn’t want you getting sucked in and crossing over to the other side.”

Blaine shakes his head.

“Poltergeist? Really?” Blaine groans, hopping a few steps and finally making his way to the window. “You do know you just aged yourself, don’t yo--”

“I see some light there, squirt,” Cooper cuts in, smoothly evading the mention of his age. “Did you finally make it to the window, or do you feel like walking around in the dark for another ten minutes?”

Blaine doesn’t answer, having deftly slipped the dust mask over his mouth and nose, preparing to open the curtain, which he is sure has to be caked with dust.

He’s right.

With his free hand, he pulls open the heavy fabric of the first curtain, watching as dust motes swirl in front of his eyes, dimming the sun’s light as it pierces the grime on the windows. He moves aside the second curtain, stepping over what he can see in this new light are various metal and wooden objects, peculiar faces peering up at him, staring with chipped and empty eyes.

Dirty light is better than no light at all, but Blaine has a hard time making sense of what he’s seeing. He has been in houses before that had rooms piled high with all sorts of trash – food containers, two-liter bottles, dirty plates, newspapers and magazines with yellowing and cracked pages, even one house with rooms stuffed from floor to ceiling with filthy used diapers, but what he is currently looking at is downright bizarre. Everywhere underfoot there are twisted limbs, contorted bodies, orphaned heads, and a mass of brightly colored clothing and costumes. They’re small – child sized. He makes his way to the next set of windows and opens those curtains. Light floods the room, defused through the layer of dried gunge on the glass, giving it a sepia hue, but with better illumination, Blaine can see the room clearly.

Toys. Piles and piles of toys - dolls, puppets, trains, cars, stuffed animals by the pound. Some are stacked along the walls, mint in their boxes, but the majority lay in heaps, overflowing mountains and dunes, filling the room from corner to corner.

“Holy...”

Cooper’s voice cuts off when Blaine turns and focuses the camera on a long hallway, as foreboding as the living room but inconceivably darker. Blaine swallows hard, knowing that’s the next place Cooper will tell him to go.

“Whoa, Blaine…look at that…”

Yeah, yeah, Blaine thinks, taking a step in that direction. I’m going.

“Hold up,” Cooper says. “Go back to the toys on the floor.”

Blaine breathes a sigh of relief at his temporary reprieve. He aims the camera down, trying to get the best view he can in the low light of the toys scattered over the floor.

“Are those made of metal?” Cooper asks.

“Yup,” Blaine says, moving the mask away from his mouth so he can speak. “Well, some of them. Some of them appear to be wood.”

“Get a closer shot, Blaine. I want to look at those.”

Blaine moves from toy to toy, holding the webcam still for a few seconds so his brother can get some decent screenshots. He hears Cooper typing frantically, researching something on his computer.

“Are you seeing this, Blaine?” Cooper asks excitedly over the earpiece. “Those tin banks? That’s some early 1900s shit. And there’re loads of them! The stuff in that room alone could be worth a fortune! Imagine what we might find in the rest of the house?”

We, Blaine thinks, shaking his head. Right.

Blaine hears more frantic typing, quiet cheering, some scribbling and muttering as Cooper takes down notes on his end of the line. “Okay, Blaine,” Cooper continues, not revealing any of the information he uncovered on his web search, “why don’t you head down that hallway and see what else we’re dealing with?”

Blaine lifts the webcam to show the view of the hallway, partially blocked by a mound of what looks like original Care Bears, and columns of stacked board games. Blaine catches sight of a familiar yellow box with the word OPERATION written across the side in red block letters. It immediately brings to mind all those days he spent kneeling at the coffee table in his living room, playing the game over and over…even if he played mostly by himself.

Good times, he thinks. Good times.

At least he has that happy memory to carry with him into the afterlife, because he is fairly certain that he is going to be murdered in this house.

Blaine has never been in a house before that has so much emotion attached to it. In his property searches, Cooper gravitates toward houses previously owned by hoarders since they have the potential to be the most horrendous, but the one thing Blaine has learned by visiting these houses is that hoarders have a tendency to attach importance to the most off-the-wall things.

It’s not the item, of course, but what or who it represents – and the inability to let go.

Maybe he doesn’t always understand the reason behind the hoard, but it breaks his heart to see it every time.

Hoarding toys, though - this he can understand. It’s holding tight to the best part of a person’s life – their childhood.

Blaine makes his way to the hall, opening the last two sets of curtains along the way until the room is nearly, but not quite, cheerful.

Something still troubles him. Something the immense dark wasn’t hiding after all. The feeling of being watched lingers, but it’s joined by a feeling of being called. As insane as it sounds, Blaine feels there’s something in this house that wants him to find it.

When he gets closer to the hallway, he can see that the extreme darkness of this narrow pathway is an illusion. The mountain of toys blocks the living room light head on, and throws shadows along the floor, but as soon as he turns into it, it becomes a tunnel of light. Behind him, the sunlight in the living room extends its way to the hallway. Blaine sees square windows lining the walls, as grimy as the living room windows, but letting in more light as the sun moves across the sky. This space is littered with toys on the floor just like in the living room, but less so because here they also hang from the walls.

“Blaine, is that a puppet?” Cooper asks.

Blaine takes a step back. “I think so.”

“Blaine, turn to the puppet on the wall - the one with the red hair.”

Blaine turns toward the wall, where a row of puppets hang from wires by thumbtacks embedded in the plaster.

“That…that looks like an original Howdy Doody puppet. That’s got to be worth some money. What do you say, Blainers?”

“I imagine so,” Blaine agrees, taking off his mask and stuffing it in his pocket for the time being since the air here doesn’t seem as dusty. He’s getting sweaty with that thing on anyway.

“Don’t you know?” Cooper sounds distracted, and Blaine hears Cooper typing again. “Aren’t you all puppet savvy and whatnot?”

“I make puppets,” Blaine corrects his brother, moving on to the next puppet down the line. “I don’t collect them.”

“Same diff,” Cooper comments. “It’s still creepy as hell. Let’s see the next one.”

The next puppet is an animal puppet, but what kind of animal, Blaine can’t really tell. It might be a horse…or a dog…or a bear. It’s a scruff of brown fur with eyes and a pointy snout. He vaguely recognizes it as being from an old kids’ TV show that he saw mentioned in a documentary about Vaudeville performers on PBS. Blaine looks down the length of the wall ahead of him to where it dips back into the semi-darkness and sees additional animal puppets, most of them from the same show.

The hallway leads straight to the dining room. From where Blaine stands, he sees only two pieces of furniture - a round, wooden table sitting right at the entrance, its top covered in newspapers and photo albums; and a matching China cabinet standing up against a far wall. This room, too, is full of toys, stacked on the floor and along the walls, but the boxes of these toys look better cared for, the colors crisper. These toys are newer, Barbie dolls and G. I. Joes from the last thirty or forty years perhaps. There are so many that Blaine can’t pick out one specific doll or action figure from the lot. But this room has one interesting feature that the living room and hallway don’t have.

There are posters all over the walls, framed beneath glass.

“Jesus H...we can open our own toy store with this much crap,” Cooper mumbles, but Blaine ignores him. He points the webcam at the boxes, but his own focus drifts to the posters. They’re hard to see through the inches of dust obscuring his view, but they look like antique theater posters. He leans in close, careful not to breathe and disturb the micro-organisms snoozing away amidst the crud. He narrows his eyelids and tries to make out the words or the pictures, but the sunlight reflects off the glass and into his eyes. He starts thinking of a way to clean the dust off and examine the poster properly, but a chuckle in his earpiece tips him off that his brother has made a new discovery, and Blaine is going to have to investigate.

“Blaine, I’m looking at the floor plan that the realtor emailed me, and there should be two doors in this room – one with a staircase that goes to the upper level, and one with a staircase that goes down to…” A strain of sinister music plays and Blaine puts a hand to his head, squeezing his eyes shut to banish the headache that’s starting to grow – “the basement.”

Blaine opens his eyes and finds the doors quickly, situated between the China cabinet and a shuttered window. He walks to the window and pulls at the clasp on the shutter. The metal hook has rusted completely into the looped eye it’s been buried in for decades, but Blaine shakes the hook back and forth until it slides free. He pulls open the shutters and smiles. This window isn’t as coated in dirt as the others, and now the room is brightly lit.

“So here’s the question,” Coopers rambles on. “Do we send Blaine upstairs to take a look at the bedrooms, or do we send him downstairs to the basement?”

Blaine hears more tinny, old tyme horror music, with dramatic organ notes playing in a minor chord. He can’t help but laugh. This whole thing is ridiculous, but at least Cooper has found his niche in the world.

Blaine opens the doors one at a time. He knows he’s going to be sent to the basement eventually, so he decides to hurry things along. The staircases are pitch black, but the longer he spends in the house, the less perturbing it seems. He feels like he’s being led along, like a hand is guiding him, and when he opens the door revealing a staircase leading down, he wastes no time.

“Hey, wait!” Cooper objects. “We didn’t finish voting!”

“Too late,” Blaine quips, his feet scuttling down the concrete steps. “You took too long.” He jumps off the last step and is encompassed by another sea of pure inky nothingness, but this time he doesn’t hesitate. He feels around the walls, looking for a fuse box as he makes his way deeper into the room. The air down in the basement is colder, less inviting, and the walls are damp, but that sensation of being called is stronger down here.

It feels urgent, and he actually becomes excited by what he might find down here.

Blaine’s hand crawls across the wall until he hits a covered metal box.

“I think I found the fuse box,” Blaine grunts, pulling at the box, trying to find a way to open it. He tugs it left and right with no success. He considers hitting it with his fist, but the cover suddenly pops off and falls to the floor. Inside the box is a single, long-handled switch. Blaine grabs it and pushes it in an attempt to flip it up. It takes a little shimmying before it flies upward with a loud clack.

Blaine leaps back and waits for the lights to come on.

Nothing happens.

He hears a buzz…then a pop.

A bulb blinks overhead – off…on, off……on – its rhythm punctuated by an unnerving spit. The buzzing gets louder. The popping increases in tempo and becomes a hum. The blinking bulb clicks on and starts crackling. Then it burns. The yellow light from that single bulb lights the entire room. When Blaine can finally see without spots dancing in front of his eyes – a side effect of jumping the terminus between dark and bright – his jaw drops.

Down in this dreary basement is a fully-equipped workshop, with several sturdy work benches lined up in rows, each one running the width of the room and covered in tools – newer shop saws, drills, and lathes sitting alongside older, antique picks and files, along with some handmade metal implements. On a final bench pushed up against the far wall are wooden blanks in all shapes and sizes, and bolts of cloth printed in dated patterns. Above it, more puppets hang from pegs on the wall – bare wooden skeletons, some with porcelain heads, unpainted and unfinished.

“Come on, Blaine,” Cooper says, reminding Blaine that he’s not alone, “pan around and let us get a good look. What’s with all the tools?”

Blaine walks toward a saw that has the partial remains of an unfinished cut piece (an arm, maybe a leg) beneath its blade. The saw looks almost brand new, and the wooden appendage appears freshly cut, with a mound of sawdust collected nearby, as though some craftsman might have been working on it yesterday.

“I think” - Blaine moves down the workbench to examine a lathe - “this is a workshop for making puppets.”

“Geesh. This guy must have had a serious puppet fetish.”

“I don’t usually like to agree with you, Coop,” Blaine says with more fascination than disgust, “but you might be right.”

Blaine’s webcam trails over the many benches, holding saws stopped likewise in the middle of unfinished projects. In the corner sits a squat, oblong kiln, about the size of an average nightstand. He runs his fingers over its surface as he passes by. He stops to peruse the contents of cardboard boxes with their tops hanging open. There are more tools, more wood pieces, more body parts and heads than Blaine has ever seen in his lifetime, definitely more than he had to work with in the arts and crafts class he took at McKinley. Blaine lifts the lens to take in the view of the puppets on the walls, the bolts, and then another door. He comes to a full stop and stares at it. He’s drawn to it, but he doesn’t know why. As Blaine walks toward it, he can hear the rustle of papers and the clattering of computer keys on Cooper’s end of the line.

“Uh, Blaine?”

“Yeah? What is it?” Blaine approaches the door as he speaks. He has a strong feeling that what he’s searching for, what’s calling to him, is somewhere behind this door. He reaches out his hand for the knob when Cooper talks again.

“Be careful when you open that door, Blainers.”

There’s a tone in Cooper’s voice that sends a chill down Blaine’s spine.

“Why is that?” Blaine asks, his fingers resting on the doorknob while he waits for an answer.

“Umm…because that door isn’t on the blueprints.”

Blaine’s brow furrows, but he doesn’t remove his hand.

“What do you mean it’s not on the blueprints?”

“That means there isn’t supposed to be a door there, Blaine. No room, no closet, no staircase. It’s not listed, so just…be careful.”

Blaine breathes in sharply and nods. He understands his brother’s trepidation. Homeowners sometimes do unpermitted renovations on their houses, and a lot of them are unsafe, but Blaine feels very sure that he needs to open the door in front of him.

He grabs the doorknob and holds tight, turning slowly.

The action of the tumblers feels smooth, not sticky or rusted like the other fixtures he’s encountered. He turns the knob till he hears everything unwind, and the door gives. It creaks open, swinging outward easily. The light from the basement breaches the opening, and a shaft of it falls on the floor, filling the room to the left and right of it with shadows. Carpet in a deep crimson color covers the ground. Blaine follows the path of the light with his webcam up from the floor and looks further into the room.

Cooper sees it before Blaine does, and lets out a scream of terror.

“H-holy f-fucking shit, Blaine!” he hears Cooper yell into the earpiece. “Oh my God! Are you seeing this? Go back! Go back down!”

Blaine pans down, following the webcam with his eyes, and his heart leaps into his throat.

Lying on the floor at his feet he sees a partially dismembered body, and a smashed in human head.

#klaine fanfiction #klaine fic #klaine #frankie writes

[janetpratt-blog]

Understanding the Costs Involved in Building Kit Homes

Everybody goals of purchasing their own domestic one day, but because of the growing prices of constructing substances, the lands or plenty you want to construct your homes on and exertions that will help you construct your own home, that mansion by using the bay appears Pallet Projects  almost an not possible dream. That is, until kit houses came into being. Suddenly, owning a home is not up to now-fetched - it has end up in reality, pretty possible and virtually on hand.

In addition to fixing the housing scarcity hassle in some parts of the world, kit houses have also made it viable for capacity owners to have a home they can call their very own, with out breaking the financial institution and drowning in debt. In addition to enabling customers to pre-layout easy pallet projects  and pre-customize, they're additionally able to choose from a huge type of types, from log houses to geodesic homes, as well as from panelized homes to environment-friendly houses.

Whether you choose from minimalistic one-room sorts to a digital mansion, there's a package home to healthy every flavor and preferences. Recent developments in domestic area-saving thoughts have delivered to its attraction, and although it can be the nice component to occur in the actual property market, it isn't an choice in shape for everybody.

However, within the interest of enlightening those who are curious approximately what package homes fee and the way it can be a higher opportunity to traditional home-constructing as a long way as saving cash   diy pallet projects is worried, here is a deeper inspect what's protected in a kit home bundle and what you want to check out for in case you do decide to head beforehand and be part of the numerous who have long past in advance and taken the plunge. After all, you want to apprehend precisely what you are procuring to get your cash's well worth.

First off, how excessive or how low your prices will move will depend on sort of home you want. If you stay on my own and like a one-room kind where you can crash after a night of partying, as an extra room in your house or as a granny flat, you can avail of these portable one-room, metallic-framed kits that can be built in much less than a day and has the most minimum impact on the environment.

Usually measuring 3x5 by 3x5 meters, it could be set up and carried in tight spaces like courtyards, staircases and forested areas. The high-quality component about these homes is they do not require council approval, which in addition saves on greater costs. They don't include any furnishings or furnishings so that you'll want to try this yourself, as well as spend for something else that you might like to feature.

If you go along with prefabricated sorts alternatively, you'll be looking at a better fee due to the fact for one, this kit already consists of kitchens, toilets and laundry rooms and are normally available in single-rooms to multi-room kinds. The construction, transport and set up will take about 10 weeks, is designed by way of architects and could require council approval.

A cheaper alternative to prefabricated homes would be the modular houses, which already come with roofs, walls and floors that you can gather together in about the identical time body it takes prefabs to be finished, which is ready 10 weeks. You might not require any planning wood pallet projects  allow in this one however you can want to get a builder's allow as well as a allow for engineers, plumbers and electricians who will do the additional paintings on it.

In addition to knowing what's protected inside the package home applications, you'll additionally want to remember that transport and transport fees are separate from the package package value, in addition to the value of exertions, website online works fees, the cost of lodging plans, electric and plumbing paintings, tilling and portray, floors, curtains and window coverings and mild furnishings as well aren't covered. You are basically procuring the weather-tight shell however no longer for what is blanketed at the internal, which you may should outfit your self.

The reasons kit homes value much less than conventional homes is because of the mass manufacturing of frames and substances used, the components are reduce to size in a manufacturing facility earlier than it's far delivered, deliveries are made multi functional load, and it basically makes for instant and easy construction as adversarial to traditional home constructing which can take months or even years.

But alternatively, that doesn't imply you may be losing your time and money in case you recall kit homes. All you want to do to get the excellent offers is to do your research carefully and take an stock of what's and what is not protected in your kit applications. Look over the range of plans kit homes' producers have and compare charges and exceptional.

Make certain that any modifications or changes you want to make might not fee you an excessive amount of. Carefully consider and recall any selections you want to make and you will be able to construct a domestic that won't price you the earth and something so as to final a lifetime.

The Waves of Depression

It kills you. Sometimes slowly, sometimes in one cross however melancholy kills you. It is sort of a shadow that follows you anywhere. Sometimes it walks beside you, at the back of you, or in advance of you. It keeps lurking round - looking for one threat to overpower you absolutely. Miami Personal Training  When it does that - you have got only  options: to run or let it gobble you up.

While people will remark that struggling with despair, or jogging from it is straightforward. Some will say you must have sought assist or some will hold irrelevant advice without knowledge the gravity of someone going via melancholy.

When a person is depressed, he/she cannot think about something. Entire global whether full of roses or thorns feels dangerous and suffocated.

I can say due to the fact I survived it. Surviving melancholy would not suggest, you can not fall returned. In fact, as psychologists say, someone who's once diagnosed with depression can pass returned into it several instances as possible. It stays with you forever.

The wave of melancholy came and went like seasons. It made me itchy sometimes, edgy on different days, cold and heartless for a quick length, emotional and vulnerable for a few days, and numb normally. I can do not anything to help myself in the course of those pangs of despair. I sense lost, suffocated, and alienated. Even the smallest wound is sufficient to throw me into despair, make me feel unwell and tired even though I am bodily all right.

I live in my mattress most of the days. I keep away from assembly human beings. I feel gloomy, out of the place, and out of sync with the whole lot around me. I grow to be aloof. I became that facet of myself that people hate. They are shameful of me and taunt me for being vain. Best Miami Personal Training  And, sure, I do emerge as a vain object. Because after I'm in depression, I look at myself from other humans's eye. They grow to be my replicate. When mirrored image screams at you that, you are unworthy and unloved - how are you going to survive?

... Whilst you do now not have cause to survive, you do get suicidal thoughts. The endless sleepless nights are preferred. They empower you with more loneliness, helplessness, and suffocation. They complicate your being and uproot you out of your center.

Coming again from there isn't always easy. When you lose the one you love untimely, when you fail your self or your circle of relatives, or while you are criticized constantly or for any cause - humans do fall in melancholy.

It is not smooth to be a factor in which you hate your being or your survival. Fighting it isn't easy or glamorous as it sounds. It is in reality; a journey, you have to try on my own.

Why?

Because who will accept as true with you're in a melancholy? My own family will ridicule me if I inform them I'm in melancholy. The obvious query might be, "But why? You have the entirety, someone can in all likelihood want!"

Having everything reachable does not suffice. I want society would be greater useful in accepting humans tormented by intellectual troubles. What as a society we neglect is the conditioning, love, protection, and protection - any human need to get. When there is no mentally comforting personal training in miami surroundings, there's no healthy individual. There is simple mental issues and contamination. Everywhere!

Excellent Advice For Those Who Are College Bound

College is difficult for some. Don't allow this to be true in your case. It is possible to achieve collegiate success when armed with proper information. This article can help you.

Take a bottle of water with you to class. Hydration is vital to stay alert and focused during classes. Be especially aware of your hydration if you are attending back-to-back classes. Drinking water frequently during the day can help you remain focused and energized. Online Tesol Certification  Look for a water fountain to refill your water bottle as necessary.

You should apply for loans and grants as soon as you can. The more you give of your time to finding funding for your college, the less amount of money you're going to need to borrow in loans. Make sure that all documentation and fees are submitted in the proper time frame.

Set realistic goals when you schedule you work and classes. When you are a night person, you'll struggle with morning classes. Working around your own bodies schedule can help you to ultimately succeed.

If you are finding it difficult to be academically successful, find out if your college offers a course to help you with your study skills. Many students did not have to try very hard to get good grades in high school, and they may be unsure of how to study now that they are in college. Study skills courses can help you learn what to do to succeed in class.

Keep in mind that you should be eating healthy while in college. There is no myth behind the freshman 15. Try to remain aware of the foods you are consuming regularly. Fast food, pizza and alcohol can really add to your waistline. These foods are quick and easy, but they are very bad for you.

Figure out all you can about the career you wish to pursue before you pick out your college. This will make sure that you will select the college that has the program courses in your field of interest. Speak with your admissions director to make sure the necessary courses are available.

Even where you choose to sit can have an affect on how well you do in a class. Try to score a seat near the front of the lecture hall rather than one right next to the exit. Also, this will make it easier for you to ask questions and make points.

Use the campus gym frequently. At the gym you will not only meet new people, but you will also stay healthy. Enlisting others to go with you is a great way to broaden your circle.

Wait to purchase books until after the first day of the class. Some classes do not use the book at all. When it comes to online classes, this definitely rings true. Usually, the bulk of the information you need to know is covered in the lecture and in the online reading assignments

Try to develop excellent relationships with all your professors. Professors are the best resources in college. Ask questions and receive help when you need it. Developing good relationships with them can help you achieve better opportunities and grades. They are important to your success.

Pick out classes that are challenging and interesting to you instead of the ones that people think are very easy. You'll be a better student for it. Choosing classes you enjoy will help you to feel more vested in your work and will also help you to network in your preferred fields.

Try buying used textbooks. If you buy your books new you will be spending a small fortune. Most of the books you will need can be bought used, thus saving you a bit of money.

High school is much different from college, as you will need to start all over. College is much different and many things you accomplished in high school won't matter to people you encounter in college. College is a whole new level of education so you will have to push yourself harder and not expect it to be like high school was.

Hopefully, the advice you've just reviewed has helped to show you that you have the resources to reach your college goals. Apply the advice from this article to give you the confidence you need to make it to the finish line. Remember to take the time to enjoy yourself, as college is often thought of as the best time of one's life.

Was Jesus Christ a Long Haired Effeminate Looking Wimp? - Part 3

Would Jesus Christ stand at the window with the Pope on the Vatican sharing the adulation? As I wrote this I needed to have a bit chuckle just because of the complete farcical idea, it's miles just so preposterous - I think I will take into account a brand new profession as a comic - mens long hairstyles  handiest joking of direction! Can you believe the above scenario? Well possibly you may and if you may right here is some other question: Which Pope would it be which one could percentage this platform - the only who drew the shortest straw? Let's face it they're all going to be in heaven aren't they? Well no, they might not as no human being is going to heaven, but it really is some other story for every other article. What we want to invite ourselves is that this: wherein inside the Holy Scriptures does it say the Lord needs a leading representative on this planet to face on a platform anywhere on His behalf? Nowhere!! The Lord Jesus Christ has us - His Elect, the ones known as by means of The Father to His Son, and He wishes no one else. We are The Ecclesia, now not a few snake in the grass appointee of other snakes inside the grass - the guys or counterfeiters of the Christian Religion.

Let's stop and reflect onconsideration on this, what entities or our bodies have representatives besides? Corporations and agencies do and of route, low and behold, we're coping with the biggest corporation on this planet - the Babylonian Mystery Religion Corporation with Catholicism inside the west and Orthodoxy within the east with all their denominational subsidiaries - the demon-inations. I stated this fake effeminate wimp Jesus turned into big enterprise did not I and here is the proof? Not only that, however some with Swiss Bank debts too, to hold matters neat, tidy and oh so very unaccountable and secretive.

Here is the Truth, whilst The Lord Jesus Christ returns to this earth He goes to take His throne. A throne in order to be given to Him by His Father, however which throne is that and where will or not it's located? Please word He will no longer be sharing this throne with each person else. In flip, He will deliver thrones to the Twelve Apostles for they'll judge the Twelve Tribes of Israel, however He will sit by myself upon His Throne, a Throne notably others here in this earth, now not in heaven. Only the Father's Throne is in heaven.

Luke 22:30 That ye might also devour and drink at my desk in my nation, and sit down on thrones judging the twelve tribes of Israel.

Jeremiah 14:21 Do now not abhor us, for thy call's sake, do now not disgrace the throne of thy glory: don't forget, ruin no longer thy covenant with us.

Matthew 25:31 When the Son of man shall come in his glory, and all of the holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory:

Luke1:32 He will be remarkable, and will be known as the Son of the Highest: and the Lord God shall give unto him the throne of his father David:

Jeremiah 3:17 At that point they shall call Jerusalem the throne of the LORD; and all of the international locations will be amassed unto it, to the call of the LORD, to Jerusalem: neither shall they walk any greater after the imagination of their evil coronary heart.

By the sound of these Holy Scriptures they appear to be alluding to the reality that the throne already exists on the earth and of path, it does. It is King David's throne and it is the throne of Jesus Christ's glory. Notice, there's no point out here of a 'throne resurrection' first before The Lord Jesus takes it as His very own, so that is extra proof that this throne already exists on earth. Notice too, it is not in Rome and it is not a counterfeit spiritual throne however a true Royal Monarchical throne, a Kingly throne with a line directly returned to King David.

Jeremiah 33:17 For therefore saith the LORD; David shall in no way need a man to sit down upon the throne of the House of Israel; The phrase 'need' right here approach 'reduce off' so King David will in no way be reduce off from a man (or woman) in a position, by Divine proper, thru the Royal blood line of Judah, to sit down upon his throne. This royal throne is occupied to at the present time through a actual Royal Monarch - God's Anointed, no longer a scam-mongering impostor who heads up a cash making cult or worldwide organisation. The Lord Jesus Christ is King of kings and Lord of lords, no longer King of spiritual blaspheming phoneys, illegitimates and impostors.

So in which is this Royal Monarchical throne which could hint its beginnings returned to King David, placed? That very equal throne that The Lord Jesus Christ will take upon His return to this earth? There is best one place it could be and this is Great Britain. Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II sits at the Lord Jesus Christ's throne and if she continues to be alive at His go back she can give it up to Him. She, like her ancestors, knows that she is God's anointed and rules with the aid of Divine proper. It too, is a throne this is continually underneath threat of extinction and by no means more so than today with the growing threat of treacherous republicanism - even from her very own government ministers. This danger is simply some other identifying sign that points to The Lord's forthcoming return.

So right here is that question once more only this time I have placed the false Jesus into the photo: might the effeminate wimp Jesus proportion a platform with the Pope(s) a good way to get a few adulation? Of route he would, he's metaphorically in their rent as their advertising and marketing device - their flunky and their lackey. What approximately the actual Lord Jesus Christ, what's going to He be doing at the same time as this wimp impostor is sharing a platform inside the Vatican? He can be very busy crushing and pulverising all those representations in their religious idolatry into chaff on His international threshing floor. The stays of this threshing i.E. The chaff, will straight away be over excited on the wind in no way to be visible nor heard of once more - long past for all time.

Dan 2:35 Then changed into the iron, the clay, the brass, the silver, and the gold, broken to portions together, and have become just like the chaff of the summer season threshing flooring; and the wind carried them away, that no region changed into determined for them: and the Stone that smote the image (and all other photographs) became a Great Mountain, and filled the whole earth. (Brackets and caps mine)

In Daniel 2 we will see the demise of the Babylonian photograph of King Nebuchadnezzar, (it is all about photographs folks - false images) this image being the representation of 4 Satanic empires. These empires stretch through time from King Nebuchadnezzar unto these days. All religion is represented via Satan's Babylonian Mystery Religion which The Stone - the Chief Cornerstone - Jesus Christ destroys absolutely and entirely whilst He returns to this earth. The smashed and pulverised remains of this photo being like chaff carried away at the wind. The Stone - Jesus Christ, note, will become a tremendous mountain that fills the complete earth. Here we can see the real Lord Jesus Christ in action - The Powerful 'He-man' Jesus Christ no longer a few feeble ineffectual pathetic effeminate wimp with lengthy hair.

I may be publishing a full duration collection of articles on Nebuchadnezzar's photograph very quickly. This Biblical prophecy is important in figuring out the Whore of Babylon which rides the beast of Revelation.

Ok, this is about it for this newsletter, subsequent up, that emotive problem of slavery, nicely it's far for some, and of path the effeminate wimp 'Jesus' loves this challenge. Have no worry; all will be discovered and so will the Lord Jesus Christ's view on this, the most favoured hand wringing subject of wretched, do-gooding, guilt ladened, self-flagellating, liberal thinking guys. A greater pathetic institution of people you would be tough pressed to locate; in truth, on mirrored image, I am sure you'll no longer discover a more wretched and pathetic institution of people - everywhere!!

Step Out In Style With This Great Fashion Advice

Have you been intending to learn more about fashion, but just haven't been able to find the time to do so? Improving your look, and keeping it cost effective, is easy. Read on to understand how.

If you wear stockings, keep a small bottle of clear nail polish with you. If you get a snag or run, a small drop of the polish will help stop it before it gets bad. Remember that it only takes a small amount to work so, do not overdo it, or you will have a sticky mess.

If you want to buy a new cologne or perfume, try a sample from the store first. Spray the scent on, and wait around fifteen minutes. Smell to see how it interacts with your own natural scent. Just because you like the way, it smells on another person does not guarantee that it will have the same scent on you.

If you want to make yourself look thinner, try to wear the color black. Whether it is a black shirt, skirt, dress or suit, the color tends to make the whole body appear to be thinner. If black is not a color you are fond of, try to accessorize your outfit with brighter colors.

Putting your hair up casually is a wonderful way to make your hair get off your shoulders. Long, loose hair can get in the way during work or play. When there's no time to mess with your hair, simply use an elastic to sweep your locks into a messy-but-charming bun.

Clumps of makeup are not an attractive look for female. In fact, recent polls taken by men find that the less makeups, the better. This does not mean that you have to avoid makeup altogether; try to use warm tones and put on just one layer of mascara and eyeliner.

Don't shy away from thrift stores. You may be reluctant to wear used clothing, but keep an open mind. If you don't have much money to spend on a new outfit, your local thrift store could prove perfect. Check out thrift stores regularly. You could end up finding some unique, fashionable additions to your wardrobe.

Look at people at malls, school, work, or anywhere to see what people are dressing like. This will be a good way for you to figure out if you really need to improve your fashion sense, or if you are perfectly fine and you look good the way you dress already.

Do not be afraid to be unique. Although high school beats into our heads that everyone should be the same, the truth is that being unique is vital for success in any area. Lady Gaga is a prime example. Uniqueness is a good thing. You should never try to hide it.

Don't let the remarks of others get you down. Everyone need not look like a celebrity on the red carpet when they dress. It is more important to feel comfortable with how you dress, and in the end you will attract someone who likes your style.

Visit consignment stores for great value on formal wear. Women usually only wear formal gowns once or twice for those special occasions before they do not want to wear it anymore. You can find gowns that are almost brand new at a fraction of the price of a new gown.

Stand out by embracing your unique features. Some may see high cheekbones or birth marks as flaws, but highlighting what makes you the person you are will set you apart. People will remember you for that "flaw" and may even find you more attractive because of it. That cute little mole or dimples may be your selling point.

Avoid gaping button-down shirts with a bit of velcro or tape. For a permanent fix, sew small strips of hook-and-loop between the buttons across the bust of the shirt. If you aren't handy with a needle and thread, you can also use small pieces of double-sided tape. Be sure to remove it before washing the shirt, though.

Focus on the material of your clothing. You want to read all labels to make sure that everything is constructed well. If the clothes fits now, it may not fit after you wash it several times. Don't bother throwing away money on pieces that are likely to fray, shrink or lose their shapes.

Bleach is essential for individuals who own wardrobes that are full of white. However, you want to avoid using a lot of bleach here. Too much bleach will cause the items to develop a yellowish hue. Once this happens, you can't fix it!

Now you know that you can look great without breaking your bank. When you work at this hard enough, you can change the way you look so that you feel great and look the same way for a while.

Steps On How To Go About Hair Loss

This can be done, luckily. If you use the ideas here you can prevent or stop your hair loss, and even get some of it back.

If you are dealing with the loss of your hair, Short hairstyles  here is a great tip for you! Most people feel that a haircut that is well trimmed can be very appealing and attractive; this is especially the case if you starting to bald. You should keep your hair short and groomed at all times. This will also keep you looking great!

There are various supplements that you can take to maintain the quality of your hair. Vitamin C is a great supplement that will restore collagen to your hair and provide you with energy during the course of the day. Take one vitamin C pill to start your day off right in your fight against hair loss.

Do everything you can to reduce the stress in your life. Stress can cause and also exacerbate hair loss. It is important to practice taking deep breaths to help yourself calm down and to find relaxing activities, such as reading, that you enjoy doing. If you can minimize the amount of stress in your life, you should see improvements in the quality of your hair.

Vitamin C will slow down your hair loss. Vitamin C helps get the blood flowing to the hair follicles by maintaining capillaries, allowing more blood to get to the scalp. By getting better blood flow to the scalp, this will help the hair regrow faster.

Staying out in the sun too long can have a drying effect on your hair, which can eventually lead to balding. Make sure to limit your sun exposure, especially during the spring and summer. This will not only keep you safe, but will allow your hair to stay manageable and retain moisture.

If you are a man suffering from severe hair loss, you want to consider shaving your head. Not only will it be easier to take care of your hair this way, but you will prevent your hair from looking odd from hair loss. Also, it is the cheapest option available.

For women that are going through menopause, do not be surprised if you begin suffering from hair loss. The hormones a woman deals with during menopause is what causes hair loss. Speak with your doctor about what treatments are available. Also, there are hair loss medications made just for women.

It is vital to instill quality nutrients into your diet on a daily basis. With each of your meals during the day, make sure that you get a healthy dose of vegetables. Vegetables such as carrots will give your hair the minerals it needs to function properly and maintain strength.

If you are currently losing your hair, stay away from hair dyes. Changing the color of your hair, even if only occasionally, is causing damage to your hair and thus weakening it. Anything that weakens your hair and puts pressure on the scalp can cause the follicles to fall out a lot easier.

Rosemary and Sage are two herbs that are effective in treating hair loss. These natural herbs work by strengthening hair, which prevents it from falling out. To use this method properly, boil both the rosemary and sage in water. Then, strain the herbs and use it daily to see results.

Take Vitamin E supplements if you are suffering from hair loss. Vitamin E promotes healthy blood circulation, which, in turn, promotes healthy hair growth. It will also have the added benefit of keeping your skin healthy and youthful looking.

A vitamin A deficiency causes a hardened scalp which causes oil and sweat below the skin. This is detrimental to the health of your scalp, and it causes flaky dandruff and dry hair. Make sure you have enough vitamin A in your diet. It is found in many leafy vegetables.

Women tend to experience more hair loss due to dietary reasons than men do. Low iron diets and other nutrient deficiencies can cause hair loss in women. Make sure you are monitoring what nutrients you are getting out of your diet, and understand the concern to you as a woman.

Avoid strong shampoos and hair care products if you want to reduce the chances of hair loss. If you are concerned about losing your hair, consider using the herbal shampoos that are available for you. They are going to keep both your scalp and your hair much healthier than the others would.

Hairstyles

If you are struggling with hair loss, it is a good idea to steer clear of tight hairstyles. The tight hairstyles include buns, ponytails, and braids. If you keep your hair in a tight style, you will experience more hair loss. Try to keep your hair as loose as possible if it must be pulled up.

Focusing on the positives only, hair growth is possible in a wide range of people. Use this information properly so that you may solve your hair loss issues.

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Fashion is more important than many people think. What people wear has a big impact on what others think of you. Mehandi Designs  That's why you have to make sure what you wear is attractive and flattering to you. Here are some ways to make sure you leave a positive impression on everyone with your style.

A simple black blazer is a fantastic addition to any wardrobe. You can use it to dress up almost any outfit. Then, you can remove it if you change to a more casual venue. The color will also match virtually anything in your closet, from jeans to business casual blouses and slacks.

Even though something is all the rage in fashion at the moment, do not wear it if it does not compliment your body type and/or personal style. For example, people that are on the heavier side should not wear skinny jeans. They are not very flattering so you will not look trendy if you wear them.

Keep a pair of lightweight, inexpensive ballet flats in the bottom of your handbag or briefcase. In the event that you break a heel, develop a blister, or simply need to give your feet a break, you will be prepared without compromising your style. Choose a neutral color that matches the majority of your wardrobe to prevent clashing.

One way to make sure that you look great is to find a specific cut or brand that fits you well and buy multiples of it. This is important because you will not always find that perfect outfit, especially if you are shopping at the last minute. Buy more than one of the same color even, just in case it gets damaged somehow.

Travelers should try bringing neutral colors in different shades to create clothing combinations. You don't need to fret about clashing colors and you can put together different looks with the few pieces you have. Utilize belts and scarves to make your look more put together.

Before you toss out those beauty product containers, make sure that you have emptied them thoroughly. Get the last bit from a tube by squeezing it with a toothpaste tube squeezer. Turn a bottle upside down so you are sure to gather the final dabs of your products. You can also take the the tops off when it reaches the end. You will save money by using these methods and not have to worry about constantly running out of your favorite beauty supplies.

Check to see if your favorite fashion site offers a newsletter, and sign up for it. You can be ready for any season that comes your way when you decide to do this, that way your friends and family will be impressed at how current you are with each season's trend.

Do not count on Hollywood to guide you in the right direction when it comes to fashion style. Due to competitive fashion, there are many mistakes made in an attempt to attract attention. So it to look to those around you for fashion tips so you do not stand too far out from the crowd.

Avoid gaping button-down shirts with a bit of velcro or tape. For a permanent fix, sew small strips of hook-and-loop between the buttons across the bust of the shirt. If you aren't handy with a needle and thread, you can also use small pieces of double-sided tape. Be sure to remove it before washing the shirt, though.

Make sure that you dress for each occasion you attend appropriately. If you go to a big fancy dinner, you are going to want to make sure that you wear nice formal attire. However, if you are going to a simple outing with friends, then you don't have to go all out.

When you are looking for a new piece of clothing, think carefully about what you already have. Buying something that doesn't match what you have in your closet is how some people end up with a closet full of things they never wear. Make sure any new piece fits in with your overall wardrobe.

Your hairstyle can say quite a bit about your priorities and personality. It is important that your hairstyle fits your lifestyle and image. For instance, if you are a hard-working businesswoman, choose something classic and flattering, like a bob. If you're a mom trying to keep pace with the kids, a wash and go style is probably the best.

If you insist upon tucking your shirt inside your pants at all times, make sure you complement that look with a nice belt. Otherwise, at least find a pair of suspenders that are fashionable. Remember to always match your belt or suspenders to your shoes.

Make a splash when you go out by taking the tips in this article and using them to update your wardrobe. Look fashionable and look great everywhere you go. Make people remember you by using the information in this article, and you'll be unforgettable and make a strong statement without saying a word.

[it-was-not-the-cat]

Questions 1-99.

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?Heaven - PVRIS, What's Wrong - PVRIS, Walk Alone - PVRIS, Winter - PVRIS, I Like Me Better - Lauv, Now or Never - Halsey2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?The lead singer of PVRIS, probably. I'll be seeing her in February, but not technically meeting her. 3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.I don't have a book near me at all, haha4: What do you think about most?"Where the hell is my cat?"5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?"I'm home" This was literally 2 days ago HHAHAHA6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?With7: What’s your strangest talent?I honestly have no idea. I'm not that good at strange things haha8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)Girls are pretty; Boys are icky.9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?Nope.10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?I honestly don't know haha.11: Do you have any strange phobias?GRASSHOPPERS 12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?Hah, funny story, a rock once. Got a bloody nose because it was stuck and had to go to the doctor to get it removed.13: What’s your religion?I don't really follow any religion.14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?Coming inside.15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?Wayy behind it.16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?PVRIS, hands down.17: What was the last lie you told?I'm going to vacuum today.18: Do you believe in karma?Sometimes, I guess.19: What does your URL mean?When I used to self harm, I would tell people that it was just a scratch from the cat, but that was a lie. It was not the cat.20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?Greatest weakness is probably saying no to people. Greatest strength is being lazy. 21: Who is your celebrity crush?Demi Lovato and Lynn Gunn22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?Nope. 23: How do you vent your anger?I just get in my own little bubble and just get angry at everything or shut everyone out. 24: Do you have a collection of anything?Rocks and shot glasses from my travels.25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?Chatting online. Not necessarily video chatting, just like messaging. 26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?\I'm a lot happier with myself than I used to be. But I have a long way to go before I'm completely happy with myself. 27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?I hate hearing people chew and swallow. I love Jasper's purring. 28: What’s your biggest “what if”?"What if I never started cutting?" 29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?Ghosts- YES, Aliens - no.30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.Right arm - coffee cup. Left arm - wall. 31: Smell the air. What do you smell?It just smells like the air? I kinda smell the coffee next to me. 32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?South Side, St Joe.33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?East Coast34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?Tim McGraw. 35: To you, what is the meaning of life?Just to be freaking happy.36: Define Art.I don't even know. 37: Do you believe in luck?Mmm, sometimes?38: What’s the weather like right now?It's fall, cold and windy, but like perfect. 39: What time is it?1:33 pm40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?Yes, I drive. I've never like gotten into a wreck, but I've hit 3 deer...41: What was the last book you read?My textbook for my Psych of Communications class. Hah, we read it cover to cover. 42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?I don't hate it, but it's not my favorite. 43: Do you have any nicknames?Mac.44: What was the last film you saw?How The Grinch Stole Christmas while I was babysitting.45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?I have a lot of problems with my back and hips. I wouldn't really think of it as an injury because it wasn't caused by anything in particular, but it is definitely something that hurts like a mf.46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?Yeah.47: Do you have any obsessions right now?My cat. 48: What’s your sexual orientation?GAYYYY49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?Yeah that I was a lesbian back in middle school. I didn't know I was a lesbian then, but ayyy.50: Do you believe in magic?I really don't know for sure. 51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?Yeah, but like I'm not like absolutely horrible toward them. I just don't forget what they did to me. 52: What is your astrological sign?Libra53: Do you save money or spend it?Both.54: What’s the last thing you purchased?Blockus.55: Love or lust?Love!56: In a relationship?YES :)57: How many relationships have you had?Serious relationships? 2. Stupid middle school relationships? like 4.58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?Yeah.59: Where were you yesterday?I just stayed at the apartment all day. 60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?A headband, tweezers, and my backpack.61: Are you wearing socks right now?Nope.62: What’s your favourite animal?Currently, giraffe.63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?HAHAHA my what to what64: Where is your best friend?Sitting right next to me :)65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.secrets-written-in-my-skin, h--e--r--o--i--n--a, lesbian-and-lesbian-, take-a-look-to-my-life, sheekeepsmewarm66: What is your heritage?Uhh, American?67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? Allie and I were playing games.We were probably playing Snakes and Ladders.68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?wut.69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?Hell yeah.70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?Yeah, honestly I would like to have me as a friend. 71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?I would try to help the dog, but also call someone to help and then explain to my boss what happened. If it was my boss I have right now, she'd be understanding. 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?Oh yikes. I would probably tell people it was happening. I would definitely travel with whatever money I had left and I would be absolutely terrified. 73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.Love. 74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?Don't Be So Hard On Yourself - Jess Glynne75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?I would prefer not to put that out there. 76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?You should probably like, love the person. But also being able to be yourself around them. And being able to silently sit in the same room, doing separate things, and still enjoying it and not finding it awkward. 77: How can I win your heart?Bring me food.78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?It can, but for me it just brings anxiety. 79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?To start talking to Allie off anon. 80: What size shoes do you wear?Anywhere from a 7.5-8.5. It depends on the brand/shoe. 81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?Just the normal thing, birth date, death date, and like "daughter, wife, mother, etc"82: What is your favourite word?Probably fuck or shit?83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.Love.84: What is a saying you say a lot?"I love him" (I say "him" funny and I say it about my cat.) or "Listen, Linda".85: What’s the last song you listened to?Jolene - Dolly Parton.86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?Currently, purple and turquoise/teal.87: What is your current desktop picture?A colorful space thing I designed on a website.88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?My old manager. He was such a dick. He made me hate my job so much that I would get insanely anxious before going in and then I'd call in. 89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?Uhmm... I don't really know. 90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?Freak the fuck out, scream, wake up Allie, grab my cat, and leave. 91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?Oooh, umm to see the future?92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?The first time I met Allie in person.93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?The part of my life that I never talk about.94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?They are all way out of my league. 95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?Ireland.96: Do you have any relatives in jail?Not that I know of.97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?Probably when I was little, but not that I know of. 98: Ever been on a plane?Yes! 99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?"uhh..."

[valleanenowe-dreams]

Last night’s dream was so fucking dense but I’m really gonan try to dissect it before it starts fading

Driving at night

I was on a website called iScreamer (?) where you just watched this rapid fire cut of different people screaming in fear in reaction to a screamer but after long enough out of nowhere it played a screamer and recorded your reaction and added it to the website, it turned out you were watching all the people who fell for it before

[False awakening] I wake up in bed from how scary the screamer dream was and someone next to me says something then I fall back asleep

I drank nearly the whole bottle of Robitussion and felt pretty good but not what a whole bottle of Robitussion would warrant. Then I was walking on the roadside near my house

Abby offhandedly mentioned on Skype that she was attending MSSU and I said like living at the dorms? She said yes and I said what the fuck I’m like a minute walk away from there then I went over to say hi and found myself in a cafeteria and I got in line then I was in line and typing something into my phone when she revealed herself as the person in front of me and was like HI ALEX and started frantically saying all this stuff and repeatedly calling me she while the guy behind me was going haha what the heck to that and I was making this intense facial expression trying to communicate “STOP DOING THAT”

Then we got to the end of the lunch line and I looked at the food I’d gotten and each one was labeled with the name of a Swans song and I started looking at my plate and back literally looking at individual little bean things and going “Ok that one is Screen Shot, that one is She Loves Us...” but I was missing some so I was like dang have I even heard this whole album. But I couldn’t go back in line to get the missing beans and the worker there was Michael Gira and he was screaming at us at the top of his lungs

Walking really far from my house but I had a second home it was this apartment out in a complex in the middle of nowhere but they’d sold it so it was barren and empty and I felt so sad knowing I no longer had this second building I could go to if it was closer. Then I went around the back of the complex hoping to find an empty apartment I could go into for some reason and I just found a populated one that I entered and ti turned into a Hotline Miami 2 level

Then I was in my bedroom but it was in this huge beautiful 2-story house instead and it turned out these two guys lived there all the time instead of just some family members during the day and there was this 3-track Swans album called “Disbirth” in the closet or as the closet and the only track titles I remember justi ncluded the word “Perspective” and “Disbirth” but I remember the gist of all 3 and the cover was some fleshy thing standing up surorunded by green

The big house was my 2nd home now the main home was just a less lavish house that was 2 story and old like it

I am in the main house and I look out and see a plane flying weirdly then my brother is sittign next to me on a cmoputer and he has a video about the plane pulled up already then we have no roof and I look up and oh my god it’s abotu to crash then it just plummets down like a rock and crashes and explodes and a huge piece flies scarily far straight toward us but doesn’t actually land close to us

A sunlit field, maybe near a school, maybe implied danger. Very nostalgic / Old / Strange

“In the field”: I perceive a two-panel comic. Both panels depict a stone coffin with the lid slid off, from two different angles. The first panel just says “Coming to terms with the fact that 2009 was the last notch”

The cafeteria from before as a Hotline Miami 2 level

I’m with my dad’s real-life boss (J) and her real-life husband (M). They make a post on Facebook about me then I’m with them at a convenience store and they seem to be super nervous about my presence, at least M is. I’m paying for my stuff I got and what to get out and rejoin them in their car in a hurry cause I don’t want to keep them waiting but I get in this involved conversation with the cashier

Suddenly I am completely incapable of opening my eyes for more than like .4 seconds at a time and I talk to the cashier about this. Eventually he brings something up and I say how did you know about that and he says something like “Okay I am not even gonna pretend that I haven’t been like, obsessively following your Tumblr” and I laugh a lot and he and this other guy they’re both “normal” keep yelling stuff at me like about getting me a date or something

Then I’m with them on this circular spiral stairwell and this guy from my school named B is there

Me and someone else are playing through this video game level you run forward through kinda like Crash Bandicoot and it’s like this long detailed video game level it’s like the “Hot level” I thinkI eventually get killed by this big boss in a little room off to the side

I enter this secret ENORMOUS chamber with jsut a scaffolding at the side to be on and at the center is like this enormous 3d sculpture of some pony porn picture

Later on I end up in this room again through a hidden crawlspace except it’s like this beige version made of pencil that’s like a physical space  that’s also “concept art” of where I was before

I’m in a dark kitchen with black/white tiled floor like in an office communicating with this pitch black cube, it reflects so little light that it’s hard to even visually identify as a cube. It’s implied to be a blog that creates image in response to prompts. it’s part of the CIA

I talk to it abotu getting whoever made the pony porn room in trouble and it keeps spitting out these black images, they’re like these unique images Iview in this mental web browser and I keep jacking the brightness up but it just shows the image for like a split second and then when I do it again it’s a different image it shows now, for a split second

Disturbing part of the dream. Near the 2-story alternative house a lady who is a cop is climbing down some rocks toward a river. She is about to finally discover a terrible secret operation. But this is some sort of movie where a lot of people die in these insanely, excessively realistic and fucked up ways and like... I see her decapitated and her head falls down and it’s so realistic but then she’s not decapitated and she just falls down and is suddenly “between”/”inside of” a bunch of rocks and being crushed by them and screams for help and then on top of the hill... Sonic the Hedgehog appears, her old friend

Shadow the Hedgehog is on this exploding station with someone like the Maria thing in whatever game except Maria is this weird looking animal and he takes this baby clone and there’s some narration like “Nobody what happens I will have thsi thing that looks like you” or something

[nev3rfound]

three taps : p.p

brief summary: peter always came to you for help, but you hadn’t realised how much it meant until it was gone

(also i’m still not over tom holland not being spiderman in the mcu so i’m trying to cope by writing more peter parker)

word count: 1.4k requested: nope, just a late night idea I had :) warnings: some IW spoilers, but mostly fluff

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it isn’t me. all rights reserved. - thank you to everyone who helped regarding the wattpad situation, you’re all amazing)

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Three taps. That would always be his signal to you. Three gentle taps on your window for you to open up and let him inside.

You were used to the sound as it woke you up. Sometimes it could be just after midnight, and others when the sun would come up. You always told him it was fine, that you didn’t mind it. Because you didn’t. 

Opening your eyes, you turn to see him by your window, mask still on as he waves to you. A small laugh escapes your lips as you hold your finger to your mouth, and watch as he nods. 

Slowly, you open your window and help him inside. After the first few times he came to visit, you quickly learnt to clear the space in front of your window, especially after he stuck his foot into your brother's fish tank. He would climb in and stand in front of you then remove his mask. 

Peter wished he could ramble on about everything that happened as he patrolled the city, but he knew your parents were just down the hall and wouldn’t be best pleased to find their daughters best friend in her bedroom in the early hours of the morning. That, and to find out he is Spider-Man. 

“Hey,” You whisper as he removes his mask, smiling brightly as he leans down and embraces you into a tight hug. “how was it?” You question as you kneel down, sliding your first aid kit out.

“It’s okay, I don’t need it.” Peter states, kneeling alongside you and resting his hand on top of yours, forcing you to push it back under your bed. 

“Pete,” You tell him, looking at him as you can see a cut on his cheekbone. “let me at least clean it up?” 

It was always impossible for Peter to say no to you. He couldn’t imagine letting you down or hurting you in any way, so he obliged. 

Sitting down on the edge of your bed, Peter would watch as you reach for your lamp and switch it on. Your blinds and curtains close instantly and you silently lock your door. You sit down beside Peter and rest one hand on his shoulder whilst the other helps clean him up. 

“So, what’s the story tonight?” You question with a soft smile. 

God, Peter couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter at the sight of your smile. “Six guys all ganged up on some old lady who just went to that late-night bank, you know the one right?” You’d nod in response, feeling the adrenaline still pulsing through his body. “And and I singlehandedly stopped them all. Of course, one had a good right hook and got me, but the rest are hanging in a web on display by the bank.” He says with a smile, causing you to laugh as you suppress it with the cuff of your hoodie. 

“Sounds like some night then.” You mutter back, watching his smile grow as he nods, ignoring the slight burning of the antiseptic along the cut. “Okay, you’re all set.” You tell him as you shuffle away, something Peter hates to see. “You heading home?” 

This was always a question you asked. Sometimes, when Peter arrived at yours he was exhausted and would crash out on your bed. You didn’t mind it, he was your best friend. But other times, he’d simply stop by to help with a gash or a bruise and then head back out. You always secretly wanted him to stay, but you could never admit that out loud. 

Peter would always stay in a heartbeat. Curling up next to you as his arms held you close one was of the best feelings Peter could have. When Ned would ask about it, he couldn’t put it into words. “I’ll stay if that’s alright?” He knew it would be, but he always wanted to ask. Some nights he could see you were exhausted, your eyes drooping as you’d clean him up. Peter would help you back to bed and leave you to sleep no matter how much he wished he could’ve stayed. 

You smile to him as you climb back into bed, shuffling over and waiting for him to join. Peter wanders over to the drawer on his side of your bed and pulls out his pyjamas and changes whilst you look away. He curls up next to you, pulling you close as he hears your breathing slow down until you’re fast asleep. Only then does he allow himself to drift off, knowing you’re secure in his arms. 

*

It became your routine, a loving interaction you shared as best friends. The connection that was evident between the pair of you remained unspoken, the fear of losing one another was too great to justify. So, you continued to act as if you were just friends, and that all of it meant nothing more. 

At least, you had done until two nights ago. 

You were already awake, papers covered your floor as you studied hoping something would go in. Sleep was the least of your worries as you reread your algebra notes and were so engrossed you didn’t even hear his three knocks. 

Peter could see the stress on your face, the tears building up in your eyes as you sobbed to yourself, not expecting company. 

He tapped again, and you turned to see a blur of red and blue. 

Opening the window, Peter didn’t hesitate to climb in and hold you close in his arms. You quietly sobbed into his chest as he comforted you. He got changed and sat with you all night, helping you with your revision for your exam. You fell asleep on his lap around 5am, and Peter muttered something he could never tell you when you woke up. 

“You have no idea how much I love you, Y/n.” Peter sighs as he strokes your hair, seeing you shuffle. “I can’t tell you what you mean to me, like, you’re this amazing girl with so much love in her and I just wish I could tell you, show you how much you truly impact my life. You know you’re the first person I told about this?” He chuckles, leaning his head against the end of your bed. “I knew I had to tell you, I couldn’t hold it back when we arrived at yours after school.” 

You tried to hide the growing smile on your face as Peter’s hand remained in your hair. Silently, you listened to him explain more details you never knew, things you didn’t think he’d ever notice. 

“I just wish I could tell you, Y/n.” Peter lowers his head, looking down as he brushes your hair out of your face. 

He closes his eyes, allowing himself an hour of sleep. He doesn’t even feel you moving and helping him into your bed. You curl up into him and whisper into his lips, secretly hoping there’s an ounce of consciousness in him. 

“Hey, Pete?” You look down at his lips. “I love you too.” 

You learnt the next day when you woke up to find Peter still in your arms that he had heard you. He leaned in and kissed you softly like his life depended on it. He wished it could express everything, but he knew he had his whole life to show you. 

Pulling away, you lean your forehead against his. “Do you have to go?” You whisper, hearing Peter chuckle softly. 

“‘Fraid so. I promised Ned I’d go on this field trip with him.” Peter tells you as he untangles his limps from yours, turning back to see you in your bed as the sun begins to peek through the blinds, illuminating your smile. “I’ll be back tonight, and then we’ll have the whole weekend.” He promises as he takes his bag and climbs out of your window. 

You walk over, holding it open as he leans in, giving you a soft kiss. “Love you, Y/n.” He tells you as he climbs down from your window and walks off down the street. 

“I love you too, Peter.” You sigh as he disappears out of sight and you return to bed, waiting for tonight to come. 

Yet, as the night falls you look over, waiting for the three taps. 

But for the first time ever, the three taps don’t occur. 

One evening turns into two, and two turns into seven. Your worries begin to eat away at you when Ned appears at your door, explaining what has happened. 

“No, no.” You cry into him, sobbing as you realise you never got to say goodbye. “He can’t be gone, he’s, he’s gotta come back.” You tell Ned who holds you close, letting you scream it out. 

“He’ll come back, Y/n.” Ned reassures you as he looks up to the sky, wondering if he’s still out there somewhere. “He’ll always come back.” 

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