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mrwavellswaps · 4 months

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Daddy’s Home

(Based on an idea provided by @tf-lover)

“Morning Kiddo! Sleep well last night?” Jason’s Dad asked his son while laid out on the couch in nothing but a black jockstrap.

“Oh! Morning Dad. Not the best honestly. That storm we had kept me up half the night honestly…” Jason’s eyes couldn’t help wandering across his fathers almost naked body as he said this. Not being able to help eyeing up that bulge his dad was rubbing absentmindedly.

His father nodded. “It sure was a doozy wasn’t it.” He agreed before ushering Jason to come closer. “Come on boy. Hop on over here and doze with daddy for a bit. It’s the weekend after all.”

Jason didn’t need telling twice. Within seconds he was falling onto the couch on top of his father and snuggling up to the older man. Using his dad’s modest pecs as a pillow while he shuffled around a little to get comfortable. His heart couldn’t help but flutter slightly as he felt his dad kiss the top of his head sweetly before wrapping Jason up in his strong arms. He felt so warm and safe in his fathers embrace. It was something he never could’ve imagined having up until a year ago.

“I’m so glad we don’t have to hide this anymore. Moving was definitely the best decision.” Jason said as he rutted himself against his dad’s bulge.

His dad hummed in agreement. “I’m with you there. As far as the people in this town are concerned we’re just a hot gay couple with a slight age gap.” He laughed.

———

Last Year

Jason had just had another massive argument with his dad Calvin. They’d never really seen eye to eye. His dad was a big shot at a big suave law firm and had slowly been working himself closer and closer to that CEO position. To say he was a successful man was an understatement. Nice fancy house, designer clothes and suits. He’d achieved the life most people dreamt of.

On the other hand, Jason himself was nothing like his dad. He never had much interest in studying law or anything like it. Instead he was far more interested in art. He spent a lot of his time drawing and posting his work online to which he got plenty of attention from.

Over time this began to frustrate Calvin. Sure Jason made money through his work but his father never viewed it as a real job. He’d hoped his son would eventually grow out of it and get into the law business one day or at least something along those lines but it became increasingly clear that wasn’t going to happen. Especially as Jason got a boyfriend who further encouraged his likeness for art.

It all came to a head when Calvin finally had enough and told his son that if he didn’t get what he considered a real job then he’d have to kick him out of the house. It was a dramatic step but he thought it was justified and the right thing to do even if his son did call him an asshole for it. “It’s for his own good.” he told himself. Little did he know the lengths his son would go to after receiving this ultimatum. Well to be more accurate the lengths his son’s boyfriend Max would go to.

The night after Jason and his dad had their argument, Calvin was relaxing in his back garden as it was his day off. He was kicked back in a lounging chair with a hot cup of coffee on the table beside him alongside the radio playing some tunes.

His eyes quickly fluttered open in confusion however as the radio began glitching out for whatever reason.

Before he even had a chance to inspect it though, he suddenly found himself being forced back into the chair as if a pair of hands were holding down his shoulders. The silver fox tried to move but he was powerless under the invisible figure’s grip. All he could do was shout for help but unfortunately for him, nobody was coming. Instead he could feel this entity slowly making its way onto his lap until he could feel what seemed like an ass planting itself directly on his crotch. Immediately his dick responded. He couldn’t stop it. Within seconds his big dad dick was hard as a rock, creating an embarrassingly large bulge in his shorts.

“O-ooohh gooddd… fuck… what’s happeningggg… to meee.” The mature man could only groan as it almost felt like someone was riding his cock somehow. Not to mention being able to feel a pair of invisible hands exploring the expanse of his body. Squeezing his arms and pecs with lust and admiration. His mind couldn’t even make sense of it yet the harder he tried, the foggier his thoughts became.

Soon enough he could feel this entity pressing its entire weight against his body. He wasn’t entirely sure at first but now he could tell for sure this invisible force had the form of a man. Only just knowing that made the successful man even more embarrassed. He was straight after all! Yet his cock was as hard as could be due to the touch of what seemed to be a man.

He gripped his chair tightly. He could already feel it coming. His orgasm. It was right around the corner. The entity must’ve known this as well as it continued to run its ass enthusiastically over the massive bulge with even more gusto than before. This is clearly what it wanted. And it was going to get it. Calvin tried his utmost to break free at the last moment but his efforts were for nought. Before long his mouth formed an “o” shape as his eyes rolled back a little only to be quickly followed by him splattering the insides of his expensive shorts with cum.

I’m that moment his body became vulnerable. His orgasm made him ripe for the taking. The ghostly being grinned as it saw its opportunity and wasted no time in snatching it.

Moments later, before Calvin even had a chance to finish cumming, the entity began forcing itself into the handsome mature man’s body. Calvin was powerless to stop it as his body began convulsing while the ghost pressed its limbs inside. Gradually he could feel himself losing control. He tried his best to fight it but he didn’t know how. With every passing second he could feel this thing sliding deeper and deeper. It’s grip on him becoming stronger and stronger. And with it he couldn’t help letting out an echoing groan through the convulsions as one last ditch effort to call for help. Yet as his body began to stabilize once more, those sounds turned from cries for help to moans of pleasure.

His arms and legs. His hands and his head. Even his cock! None of it responded to Calvin. As much as he wanted to jump up and scream in terror over what had just happened, he couldn’t. Instead he grinned maliciously. Only it wasn’t him grinning. It was whatever had taken over his body!

“God yesssss… this is even better than I imagined it’d be.” Calvin was forced to say as his body began touching itself. Running its hands down his tight shirt to feel the strong body hidden underneath. Using those same hands to squeeze and admire his biceps. “I could always tell you worked out by how well those suits fitted but fuck… I feel like such a hunk!” He exclaimed, his tone full of both excitement and desire.

Without another word the imposter used his stolen body to leap up from the chair and quickly make his way inside before dashing to Calvin’s walk-in closet to finally get a look at himself in the full length mirror. Right away his dick couldn’t help twitching again despite having just blown its load. It just couldn’t help it when gazing upon the reflection of the man whose body he’d just taken over.

“Sorry Mr Conners but your son and I weren’t the biggest fans of how you’ve been treating him recently.” He began as he stripped off his shirt to get a good look at his thick muscled chest, “So I decided the best solution would be to have me play the part of daddy instead. I was always the dominant one between Jason and myself anyway so it only makes sense…” he smirked while inspecting his short grey hair and perfect beard that coated his handsome jawline.

That’s when it all clicked into place. Max. Jason’s boyfriend. It was him! He was the body snatcher!! But how!? And why?! Calvin had so many questions bubbling up inside but unfortunately he wouldn’t get any of those answers just yet as Max was much more interested in his new daddy look than explaining any further.

Without hesitation, Max reached down and slipped a hand into his underwear. Seconds later he pulled it back out coated in cum. Calvin already knew what Max was thinking but there was nothing he could do to stop it. Max brought his hand up towards his face and ran his tongue along it, lapping up a healthy amount of his new body’s seed.

“Mmmm fuuuuck. Your son is gonna love this when he finds out. Almost as much as he’s gonna love the taste of your nut when I blow it down his throat Mr Conners.” Max teased before continuing to lick his hand clean. “He’s told me alllllll about the secret little crush he’s had on his strict dad for years.” He reached and grabbed the waistband on his shorts and underwear before pushing them down and kicking them off, at last revealing his body in its full glory. “He was embarrassed to admit it but he’s fantasised about you countless times. Wishing he could cuddle up to you in bed. Wishing he could worship you while you’re all dressed up in those fancy suits of yours. Wishing he could feel the dick that brought him into this world stretching his hole out.” With a smug look on his face, Max reached down and grabbed his fat dad cock and gave it a squeeze, forcing a few more drops of cum to drool from the tip.

“I’ll be sure to let him know that he’s gonna have a much more loving and understanding father from now on. But before that, I’m gonna enjoy myself a little.” Max chuckled to himself as looked around the wardrobe at the wide array of clothes. “You always had great style Mr Conners. And now it’s all mine.”

Not wasting anymore time, Max tugged off his cum stained shorts and underwear and threw them out into the main bedroom before beginning his tour through the wardrobe. All the while the real Calvin Conners was screaming and pleading for help but his cries fell upon deaf ears. Though Max knew he was still in there, he couldn’t actually hear or communicate with Calvin. If anything that only made it more exciting for him. Imaging all the things the mature man would be saying and screaming in there while locked as a passenger in his own body.

With a giddy look on his face and his heart racing a mile a minute, Max sifted through the wide array of clothes. He pulled out a multitude of shorts, pants, shirts, underwear, socks and shoes! Trying on so many different combinations and loving how almost every article of clothing clung perfectly to his muscled body. Clothes that before would’ve hung loosely on his form now fitting him like a glove.

“Fuuuck. I was always jealous of these fancy clothes you could afford. I can’t wait to wear them all the fucking time. And splatter them in my daddy cum whenever the fuck I want.” Max laughed with a devilish grin as he continued pulling out different clothes and trying them on. Adoring how almost all of his pants fit so tightly over his thick butt and similarly how well the shirts showed off his new pecs.

After what seemed like hours, Max finally brought his personal little modeling show to an end with an all black suit. Black dress shirt, waistcoat, jacket and pants matched with of course a pair of long black socks and a gorgeous pair of shiny black dress shoes. As a final touch he took out a pair of Mr Conner’s glasses and slid them on to complete the look. He felt like a king. A rich handsome king.

As he gazed at himself, Max couldn’t help but feel his once again stiff dad cock pressing firmly against the front of his pants. He’d had more than enough time to recharge by now and had been struggling to contain his boner while jumping between outfits. Even opting to get a few strokes in while changing. He just couldn’t help himself. And now seeing the reflection of his boyfriend's hot dad in a dashing suit and a huge bulge was only making him hornier.

“Oooh god…” Max groaned while rubbing a hand over his bulge. He wanted to rub one out so badly. “Gahhhh… fuck. Can’t cum. Gotta save my nut for my son.” Saying those last words made his entire body shiver. Referring to Jason as his son only served to make his cock more excited. It was a miracle he hadn’t soiled the front of these suit pants with cum already!

Luckily he wouldn’t have to wait much longer as shortly after Max heard the front door close from downstairs shortly followed by the sound of Jason’s voice.

“Dad!? You home??”

Max smirked. “Oh Daddy’s home alright. And he’s never leaving.” He said to himself as he straightened his jacket a little before making his way downstairs to greet his son.

That night the real Mr Conners felt as though he were in his own personal hell as he first watched this imposter perfectly imitate him to the point where Jason never even noticed at first. Not until Max started getting closer and saying things that were out of character for Mr Conners. Starting with simple compliments and kindness that slowly escalated into more intimate comments. Soon enough not even bothering to try and hide his huge boner.

Naturally this soon led to questions and before long Max came out with the truth. Of course Jason was skeptical at first but when his boyfriend recited a bunch of very personal secrets only the two of them knew, that’s when he finally believed that somehow his boyfriend had stolen his dad’s body. At first it seemed insane to him. Wrong even. And yet Jason couldn’t help popping a boner of his own at it all as he realized the potential of the situation. His loving boyfriend in his dad’s sexy body…

Before long Jason found himself being bent over the first thing they could find as Max fished his cock out of those suit pants and practically slammed it into his son’s ass. Not even wanting to take his suit off whatsoever as plowed into Jason. Something about keeping it on as he fucked the smaller man’s brains out made him feel so powerful and in control. All the while the real Mr Conners screamed and begged for it to stop as he had to listen to his own son’s lustful moans as he was forced to feel this bodysnatcher using his cock to stretch Jason’s hole. Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t going to end until Max had drained his fat balls completely inside of his new son.

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The Present

Since then the couple realized the only way they could stay together without being forced to keep it a tight secret was to move far away where nobody knew them. Luckily a golden opportunity fell perfectly into their laps when Max as the new Mr Conner’s was offered a position at another branch of the company. But not just any position, the top manager of it! He’d be getting more pay and more power! It was a win-win. And so before they knew it, Jason and Max were packing their bags and flying off towards a new life.

And that’s the life they’d been living ever since. A “father” and son secretly masquerading as simply a gay couple with an age gap. And a very rich couple at that with the amount Max was earning now in his new position which he was able to run perfectly thanks to having received access to all of his new mature body’s memories and intelligence.

“Do you think he’s still in there? My old dad I mean.” Jason asked curiously while staying nice and snuggled up to his boyfriend on the couch.

“I honestly couldn’t tell you. By now he might’ve faded away and become part of my subconscious. Or maybe he’s still in here watching us as we snuggle and grope each other.” He laughed mischievously before groping his son’s ass. “Forced to watch each and every time we fuck. Feeling me sliding this dick in your ass every night.” He added before rocking his hips slightly.

Jason couldn’t help biting his lip at the possibility. He hoped it was the case. Knowing his original asshole of a father would be cursed to be a bystander in him and his boyfriends affairs was a whole new level of horny revenge he never even knew existed.

“Well. Assuming he is still there, how would you feel about giving him another show right here on the couch?” Max wiggled his eyebrows while giving Jason a look he just knew the younger man wouldn’t be able to resist. Before they knew it, the pair were stripping off what little clothes they had on and were going at it again. Mixed groans filled their massive house as Max prepared to breed his boyfriend-son yet again.

As the two men were busy fucking like rabbits, they were unaware of a mystical being watching them from the shadows. “Glad to see that young man is still enjoying himself after putting that spell magic I gave him to good use.” Wavell smirked to himself as he checked up on yet another of his former endeavors with glee after having been more than impressed with the body Max chose.

#male possession #male body theft #identity theft #age progression #dad and son #boyfriend #dad #daddy #white collar #straight to gay #magic #permanent #mr wavell #tf lover

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braimin · 2 months

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The crew gets weirded out by Zoro’s mild obsession with his not-boyfriend every so often, but seeing Sanji’s is down right creepy sometimes.

Like for someone who used to complain so much about Zoro acting like an animal he’s sure changed his tune. Sanji still complains about stuff obviously, but now it’s accompanied by a little smile or a dreamy sigh and Usopp gags every time he has to hear it.

Luffy and Zoro rough house all. the. time. So usually when they come in for lunch they’re both all sweaty and gross when Sanji tells him he stinks Zoro will grab him and rub his sweat all over him. He screams and kicks the idiot, but Zoro is able to grab him every time even though Sanji could definitely block him before he got anywhere near him.

Nami is like ‘If someone ever did that to me, I think I would actually have to kill them.’ And Usopp is like ‘Love must be smell blind too cause there’s no way I could handle that smell up close.’

Every now and then Sanji will walk around in Zoro’s clothes. The crew can tell it’s his shirt under whatever goofy Hawaiian shirt he’s wearing cause it still has that signature Zoro stench on it. It truly is an enigma that Sanji can not only handle it, but enjoy that smell.

Zoro gives him gifts that are Not gifts to anyone that isn’t Sanji. A lot of it is food based, like a fish he caught that he doesn’t think Sanji has ever gotten to cook before. He also brings him different types of tobacco that smell good. And there’s random blade oils he thinks Sanji would like for his kitchen knifes. But more often than not it’s gifts a kid would give to their crush or something. Like he brings him cool rocks or sea shells he finds and he’s even brought Sanji a couple weird looking sticks cause he thinks it’ll make Sanji laugh. He does.

He’ll gush about whatever it is that Zoro has found to Usopp and he just responds like ‘Wow.. what a nice rock. How romantic.’ Sanji doesn’t care if it’s sincere or not he just likes showing off the things Zoro gets him. There’s a collection of shells and rocks tucked away safely in his locker and sometimes the boys will find Sanji looking at them and sighing all sweet.

Sometimes he gets jealous of Zoro’s swords too. The man sleeps with them and always has his hand relaxed on them when he’s standing. He does more for those three blades than he does for Sanji and that pisses him off a bit, even if he knows how irrational it is. The rest of the crew is like ‘Dude. They’re inanimate objects. It’s not like he’ll break up with you to marry them or something.’ And Sanji is just sitting there glaring at them like ‘He just might. You never know with that Marimo.’ Everyone else is like okay weirdo.

#zosan #one piece #Usopp hears and sees the most of sanjis obsession with zoro #cause they’re besties and he’s in the kitchen with the cook the most #zoro is oblivious to a Lot of Sanjis reactions #when he gives gifts he just goes here #then leaves #meanwhile Sanji is crying #cause zoro is so thoughtful

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stonedcoldfoxtarot · 11 months

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5 Reasons You’re That Bitch

Something for the hotties and the secret hotties ft. lyrics by Megan the Stallion

Pile 1 -> Pile 2

Pile 3 -> Pile 4

Pile 1

7oS, Hierophant, Empress, 4oC, 7oP, AoS, QoS, 10oP rev, 10oW, 5oW (2oS)

Many of you are strategic and move in silence. Hoes mad, but you ain’t finna stop until you make it to tin-op and do all the things your haters say you could not (NDA)

You live life on your own terms. Don’t give a fuck about what a hatin’ ass bitch gotta say. Cause none of these hoes saying shit to your face and none of these hoes finna see you at the bank (Thot Shit)

Taken or single, men everywhere want you cause you’re a hot girl and you do hot shit. You make him spend his income on your outfit (Girls in the Hood)

You got a body-ody-ody that makes bitches wanna fight. They spend a lifetime tryna get this hot, but you not the one to play with, like a touch-me-not (Body)

You’re a savage, attitude nasty. Talk big shit but your bank account match it. Haters keep your name in their mouth, now they gaggin’ (Savage Remix ft. Beyonce)

Pile 2

Strength rev, Moon, 4oC, KoP rev, 5oC, Hermit, 4oW, 7oP, AoC, Magician (4oP)

You’re a certified freak, 7 days a week. Wet Ass P*ssy, make that pull out game weak. Some of you don’t cook and you don’t clean, but let you tell it, you got that ring (WAP)

You a real ass bitch, you know you got it lit. All year round it’s a hot girl summer, got a whole lot of options cause they know a bitch poppin’ (Hot Girl Summer ft. Nicki Minaj)

Every day you wake up paid and pretty. Bitches gotta come get their man before you put em in a trance. Cause you got that super nova..that grip, that choker (Cognac Queen)

Pile 2, you ‘bout your money, p*ssy out when you feelin’ real cunty. Men like you thick with the accent county, would sell their soul for a sniff of your undies (Tuned In Freestyle)

Fake ass bitches, fake ass hoes…you tint your windows and lock your doors. When you dip off everybody talking ‘bout a bitch “went ghost,” but, shit, that’s how you roll (Tina Snow Interlude)

Pile 3

KoW, 5oW, 7oP, 6oP, World, KoS, 3oS rev, AoS, Magician, Moon, KoP

Above all else you know your worth. You like all nice things and you like ice, bling-bing. You tell those boys ‘pipe up if you wanna pipe me’ (Pipe Up)

If a man fumbles you, it’s always his loss. You tell him ‘if you wanna leave then bye-bye-bye. I’m a big girl, so I won’t cry-cry-cry’ (Don’t Rock Me To Sleep)

You keep your hair did, nails did, everything did. You tell him ‘Get it for a bad bitch, spend it for a bad bitch. If you got some money, then trick on a bad bitch’. Pile 3 you a savage. Once you spend his money, you leave ‘em in the past tense (Sugar Baby)

Every time you pop out it gets scary for these hoes. You who every man’s wife fear, a thick-thighed nightmare. You the boogie-bitch, hoe, you every man’s type, yea (Scary ft. Rico Nasty)

Pile 3 you stay on your “Fuck you” shit, cause you done being nice. And when it comes to cuttin’ people off, you don’t ever think twice. Fuck it, bitch, you not nice (Not Nice)

Pile 4

Hanged Man rev, 8oP, Hierophant, 5oC, 2oP, Emperor, KoC, 5oS, Fool, AoC, Magician (8oW)

Might have had some setbacks but that was the past. You ain’t gotta worry ‘bout shit, money good. Cause you been out here grindin’ like you ain’t ate, while these hoes bringing nothing to the table but their plate (Money Good)

Pile 4, you have expensive tastes, only men who hate on you are the ones that can’t afford you. This is a motherfuckin’ broke male warning (Warning)

Bitches don’t like you ‘cause you cocky, well you cannot help that your sexy sell and you’re in love with your sexy self. You need a boo that’s gon’ sex you well (Bless The Booth Freestyle)

Pile 4, you’re all that and a bag of flamin’ hot chips. You a hot girl so talk yo shit (Flamin’ Hottie)

And you couldn’t care less if these bitches don’t like you, cause, like, you’re pretty as fuck. With a face like this and a bitch this paid, shit, what could a hoe say? (Her)

Thanks for reading🔮✨

#pac #pac reading #pick a card #pick a picture #pick a pile #intuitive readings #tarot reading #tarot #pick an image #stonedcoldfoxtarot

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dawnagustd · 1 year

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the ironed blacksmith || jjk

The queen has made her list and checked it twice. She’s visiting those who have been naughty, and punishing them in ways that are oh so nice.

- Part of the Unholy Night Series.

The thing with Jungkook is…

These bitches are always trying to fix him. And every goddamn time, they end up broken. A pair of Bambi eyes, tattoos, and pouty lips have never gotten your attention. But tonight, you’ll give him a try.

You found the bitter blacksmith working hard on Christmas Eve while blasting his alternative rock to tune out the cheerful spirits of Heauxville. He answered the door with a scowl but couldn’t resist the urge to blow off some steam.

See, Jeon used to be a tiny kid. Some of the town’s most respected citizens used to bully him around. But those were the old days.

Now he’s larger, stronger, and a whole lot meaner. He also has a thing for treating the town’s residents like shit, especially the wives of the ones who put him through hell. They allow Jungkook to treat them just as poorly and embarrass their family name.

He lures them in with those dreamy eyes, and once he’s bent them over a few times, he sends them on their way. They’re ruined, and soon after—divorced and lonely. All that is left for them to do is send their lover boy gifts and hope he reconsiders denying their love.

But Jungkook’s heart is stone-cold. He doesn’t give a fuck about your feelings, darling.

…..

“Fuck! You feel so good, Jungkook.”

Ever since Jungkook threw you down here, the only thing you’ve been able to see through your blurred vision are the raging flames from the fire. Your watery eyes create a thick film that alters your vision. The rasp in your voice sounds like you’ve been screaming for hours, and it feels like you have. You knew he’d push limits, but you’ve endured a lot more than you bargained for tonight.

You’ve been spanked and branded until your ass turned sore and red. Your cunt has been teased until you cried, and your body has been bent in every possible way. You’ve lost track of time; there’s no telling how long you’ve had your face buried in this rug, your back arched, and your ass in the air.

The straps on the spreader bar dig into your skin, but you haven’t even noticed. You’re too busy trying to remember your own name, and keep your sanity.

“Whore, did I ask you to speak?”

Jungkook spits venom each time he speaks. You’d be lying if you said his harshness didn’t make your cunt drip. The very first time he addressed you as whore you were a mess.

“No, but—”

He smacks your ass before you can finish, bringing a fresh wave of tears to your eyes, and arousal to your core.

“Well, shut the fuck up,” he growls in your ear. “…Or I gag you.”

You don’t take his threat lightly. If Jungkook takes away your ability to scream his name, you’ll probably lose your mind. You already can’t move an inch while being restrained in this position. You let out a sob every time his cock enters your guts.

You can understand why one would take being treated like trash; Jungkook is addicting. You can’t get enough, and even though he has a heart of ice, you know he’s loving the way you feel too.

“I told you I’d wipe that smirk right off your face, didn’t I?” he grunts.

You’re trying to hear what he’s saying, but it’s hard to do when you’re this drunk off of cock.

When the force of his thrusts sends you flying forward, his hands are already in the position to pull you back on his dick. You have zero control of your body in this position. You’re only a couple of holes for him to fuck. And for whatever stupid reason, that makes you proud.

“Answer me, bitch!”

He slaps your ass to grab your attention. The sting ripples and spreads all over your skin. Your arousal leaks uncontrollably, ruining the surface beneath you.

“Jungkook, please!”

He scoffs and continues to fuck you like he’s got somewhere to be after this.

“Please, what?” he asks. “Use some fucking words. If you know how.”

“I can’t hold it anymore, Jungkook,” you press.

He leans over your body and places his head on top of yours while he continues to wreck you from behind.

“You’re pathetic.”

“I know,” you whisper. “I’m sorry.”

He frees you from your restraints and flips you over. His eyes are dark and filled with desire. You know he’s about to give you everything he has, and you are more than thankful to accept.

“Keep your eyes on me, and I’ll think about it,” he mutters.

Jungkook opens your legs, creating space for himself. You try to pull him closer, but he quickly pins your hands above your head. “And don’t fucking touch me either.”

He enters your pussy before you can apologize. It wouldn’t have been sincere anyway. You’re desperate; you’ll say anything right now.

“Fuck!” you gasp.

Jungkook’s cock isn’t just thick. It fills you and still has inches to spare.

“This is the only thing sluts like you are good for… Lying on your back and taking cock.”

You spread your legs wider as if he can go any deeper.

“Use me, then.”

It’s more of a plea than a request, but Jungkook complies, nevertheless. Your legs wrap around him when his movements quicken.

Jungkook’s grunts and moans let you know he’s as close to his release as you are.

Your needy voice calling out his name only motivates him to fuck you harder. Your pussy quivers for more and more, and he continues to feed you until you’re satisfied. You’re suddenly overwhelmed with pleasure and Jungkook senses your orgasm rolling in before you can even warn him.

“Come,” he commands.

You want to squeeze your eyes shut, but you remember his instructions and resist the urge.

“That’s it. Come all over my dick.”

Your mouth opens to scream, but nothing comes out. Your nails dig into your palm as you try to cope with the intensity of the pleasure. The high seems to last for several minutes before you finally come down.

Jungkook waits until you’ve relaxed before he pulls out and jerks his cock until he paints your pussy with his cum, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch him smear it all over your abdomen and thighs.

He’s the first to speak after he’s cleaned you up with his shirt.

“You did good, baby. That was hot.”

“Yeah… It was.”

“We should do it again, you know? I don’t know anyone who can take that much.”

Jungkook helps you up. You have to grab onto his biceps to steady your wobbly legs. He finds humor in your stance; it’s the first time you’ve seen him smile. He should do it more often.

“You should know how this goes, Jungkook,” you remind him.

The blacksmith nods, coming to terms with the fact that he’s the one who’s been wrecked this time. You offer him a smile, the best you’re capable of, and prepare to leave.

“Well, goodnight. Enjoy your cookies; they smell delicious.”

Your eyes gesture toward the freshly baked dozen you brought from Seokjin’s bakery. He’ll receive at least twenty more of them tomorrow morning.

Before you can walk away, a persistent Jungkook grabs your waist and tries to convince you to reconsider.

“Stay?” he suggests. “Have one with me?”

His eyes are so hopeful, so afraid of rejection for the first time since he was a kid. The tables have turned once again, and he hates being on this side.

You can hear how fast his heart is beating and sense how he’s hanging on by a thin thread. It’d be hard for anyone to turn him down with the kind of expression he’s presenting to you. But unfortunately for him, you aren’t just anyone.

“Now why would I ever do something like that, Jungkook?”

You slip by him and make your way to the front door. The last thing he hears is cackling as you disappear into the night. The sound will forever give Jungkook chills.

He isn’t sure what you’ve done to him, but he doesn’t like the feeling. He wanted to yell at you, but he also wanted to beg you to stay. However, he didn’t do either of those things. Nothing came out.

…Because you left him empty.

“And they say I’m the mean one,” Jungkook thinks to himself.

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dangraccoon · 26 days

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What I Said

Tech x f!reader (she/her pronouns, otherwise undescribed)

Warnings: Reader is a civilian journalist, jealousy, misunderstandings, pining, Tech is autistic, Kaminoans were assholes, The Bad Batch was abused as children, Referenced Past Child Abuse, it gets a little whumpy but has a happy ending!

All Mando'a used is translated within the story!

Tech’s brow furrowed as you talked animatedly to Wrecker and Echo around the fire. He buried himself in his datapad again, hoping to tune out the nonsense spewing from you to his brothers’ delight. You were too busy telling them about the stories you had woven to notice his frustration, but Hunter certainly did.

He got up, moving from his quiet spot at the edge of the clearing to sit next to his irritated brother.

“Tech?” he questioned.

“Yes, Hunter?”

“What’s wrong?”

Tech momentarily paused his scrolling. “It is of no importance,” he decided.

Hunter’s eyes narrowed. “Tion’cuyir bic kaysh?” [Is it her?]

“Ibac cuyir dini’la,” Tech rolled his eyes. [That is mad.]

“Gar ru'kir cuyir or'atu irudayc at kaysh,” Hunter chuckled. “Gar ru'kir cuyir ori’jaytyc.” [You should be more friendly to her. She is very nice.]

“Vod, gar ganar noy'ganyc gar kov'nyn o'r te akaan. Ni cuy' ratiin irudayc.” [Brother, you have lost your head in the war. I am always friendly.]

“Ibac cuyir osik bal gar kar'taylir bic,” Crosshair drawled from behind them. [That is dung and you know it.]

Great, Tech thought, rolling his eyes.

“O'r haa'keb, Ni mirdir kaysh guuror te dala ori’sol,” Crosshair smirked. [In fact, I think he likes the woman a lot.]

“Ibac cuyir ogir'olar,” Tech growled, a little too quickly, but breathed a quiet admission to himself, as well as Hunter. “Kaysh cuyir ori’mirdala, bal mesh'la.” [That is irrelevant. She is very clever, and beautiful.]

“Hey,” Wrecker shouted across the fire. “What’re you guys talkin’ about?”

Tech’s brow furrowed even more as he went back to his research on his datapad. He hoped that the light of the fire disguised the flush of his cheeks as you carefully observed the group.

You could tell they were talking about you. The boys didn’t have full conversations in mando’a much, usually only utilizing a word or two. You felt your embarrassment heat your face, and you listened to Crosshair and Wrecker bicker about private conversations. Using the growing debate as cover, you rose from the rock you’d been perched on, quietly making your way back to the ship.

Once you were securely in your bunk room, you let out a long sigh. It seemed like the boys were bickering more and more lately and you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was somehow your fault.

A knock at your door shook you from your thoughts.

“Who is it?” you called.

“Echo,” he replied.

You slid the door open, inviting him in.

“What’s up?” you tried to ask nonchalantly.

“Are you okay?”

That caught you off-guard. You’d been with the Bad Batch for almost 3 standard weeks. Sure, you got along fine with them - well most of them - but it wasn’t like you were particularly close.

“Fine,” you shrugged. “Just got tired, I guess.”

“I’m sorry about the others,” he said abruptly.

You hummed a little. You didn’t think anyone needed to apologize, especially Echo, who didn’t get involved.

“Right, well- um, have a good night,” he mumbled, giving you a curt nod before retreating from the room, closing the door behind him.

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The next few days felt rocky, even though most of the squad seemed fine, one member was particularly snarky. Tech wasn’t happy with his brothers, and he made sure they knew. He acted no differently than he had before with you. Indifference seemed to seep off of him when you were near, but he’d leave the space when you joined it, if possible.

By the third day of Tech’s snippiness, you’d had enough, and had begun avoiding him entirely. You were starting to feel irritated knowing that you caused whatever his issue was, but the rest of the squad was taking the brunt of Tech’s anger, and overhearing his conversation with Echo pushed you over the edge. You needed to end this.

Everyone else was out to restock supplies, leaving just you and Tech left on the ship as he worked on repairs. You sat quietly, working on your data pad, nerves starting to get the better of you.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when Tech called your name from the cockpit.

“Y-yeah?” you stuttered.

“I could use an extra set of hands,” he replied easily.

When you entered the cockpit, Tech was sprawled out underneath the control panel, arms elbow deep in the inner workings of the Marauder.

“How can I help?” you asked.

“Well, you can start by getting down here; you’re of no use to me up there,” he said. He thought he said it jokingly. You thought he was snapping at you.

“There’s no call to be rude,” you muttered under your breath, but still plopped down on the floor next to Tech, who scowled at the misunderstanding.

“Now, I cannot let go of these wires here, so you need to take the shrink tubing and put it in place on the other end so that when I reconnect the wires, they will hold in place,” he explained.

You sighed quietly. You’d have to lay on the floor next to him. As you do so, you catch Tech watching you from the corner of his eye. Or at least you thought you did, the moment was so quick. You look under the panel, seeing the parts he was talking about. You picked a piece of shrink tubing up, placing it between your lips so you didn’t lose it. You had to scoot closer to Tech to reach the panel, damn his long arms. The top of your head was inches from his temple now as you scowled up into the machinery. You swear you felt his gaze on you as you worked in the panel. No doubt he had a criticism of your technique or a more efficient way of doing the simple task.

Tech’s mind was running. She agreed to help him, despite the cold shoulder you had recently been giving him. Did that mean you had forgiven him? Could you possibly feel for him as he did for you? No. He refused to let his hopes get the better of him. Yet, here he was, watching you assist him with repairs, laying so close to him, and he couldn’t help but think perhaps the two of you were on a better path. I can fix this, he thought. Perhaps I still have a chance with her.

“Okay, I’ve got the tubing in place. What now?” you asked. When the clone so close to you didn’t respond, you turned your head to meet his eye, almost jumping when you realized he was facing you as well. It took him a moment to come out of whatever stupor he’d found himself in.

Tech shook his head, kicking himself for missing a single word that fell from your lips, a slight blush threatening to creep up from his neck. “Apologies, could you repeat what you said?”

You huffed a little before repeating your request for the next step.

“Right,” Tech flustered, going back to working rather than daydreaming about you, feeling his ears go red.

The two of you worked in tandem, Tech providing instruction on occasion. It was…nice. A little awkward, but nice. Being in such close proximity to a man you were sure hated you was starting to wear on your nerves, so as soon as the four-handed repair was finished, you quickly got up from your spot on the floor, brushing yourself off and beginning to walk away.

Tech panicked internally. “Where are you going?” he asked, sliding out from underneath the panel and sitting up to look at you.

You eyed him suspiciously. “I was going to go for a walk to stretch my legs a little.”

“I see,” he said, looking down at his datapad for a moment before looking back up. “The list of necessary repairs are finished, so I will accompany you.” His heart was pounding in his chest, and he silently thanked the stars for Hunter’s absence.

“That’s…unnecessary,” you uttered, choosing your words carefully.

“Do not be ridiculous,” insisted Tech. “You are a civilian and this planet is unfamiliar. If you were to run into trouble, you may not be able to protect yourself. It is inadvisable to go alone.”

“Oh, am I ridiculous now?” you fumed. This was the straw that broke the eopie’s back. “And helpless? You’ll have to add those to your list.”

Tech felt like he was experiencing whiplash. “My list?”

“I heard you talking to Echo last night,” you barked. “When he asked you about me you told him that I’m ‘hard-headed’ and ‘inappropriate’. That I’m ‘nosy’, my ‘mind is too high in the clouds’.”

“That’s not- I did not mean-” Tech sputtered, realizing he was rapidly falling into a hole he wasn’t sure how to get out of.

“‘Didn’t mean it’? Sure,” you spat, spinning on your heel and rushing out of the ship, begging that he couldn’t see the tears streaming from your eyes.

–––––

“What do you mean ‘she’s gone’?” Hunter demanded.

“She overheard part of my conversation with Echo last night,” Tech replied miserably. You were gone. He’d spent the last hour out searching for you in the jungle that surrounded the ship, but you had turned your comm off.

“The conversation we had last night? You told me you were in love with her,” Echo said, hoping to sooth his bespectacled brother. “Surely she couldn’t be angry about that?”

“She must have left before that,” lamented Tech. His leg was bouncing rapidly as he held his head in his hands.

“Where are you going?” Echo asked as Hunter turned towards the ship’s door.

“To find the civilian journalist we’re supposed to be protecting,” he hummed, stepping out of the ship.

Hunter could see the traces of you as you’d hurried away from the protection of the Marauder; a few footsteps here, a trace of your scent there, recently broken branches and kicked up leaves. It didn’t take him long to find the small alcove you’d found in the side of a steep, rocky hill that overlooked a river.

He approached you wordlessly, making sure to allow his steps to be quite louder than he typically would - he didn’t want to frighten you, after all.

You didn’t acknowledge his presence, you simply stayed in the position in which he’d found you; your knees pulled up towards your chest, leaning against the cool rock, eyes staring blankly over the river. The two of you sat there in silence; you were replaying the last few days in your head on an endless repeat, he was attempting to find something, anything to say.

After a few more beats of simple quiet, you both started to speak, breaking off mid-word to allow the other to talk first.

“We haven’t talked about ourselves much, have we? I mean our lives before the war.”

You shook your head. It had always seemed like a sensitive topic, so you’d never pushed it.

“Our ‘childhood’,” he started, throwing up a set of air quotes. “If you could call it that, well, it wasn’t happy. You know we’re different from the other clones. Well, somehow, the regs didn’t take kindly to that. Most of them anyway. We were outcasts, and before Echo, it was just the four of us. That’s all we ever had, and all we ever needed.

“And then there were the Kaminoans. They were…diligent…in our training. Putting us through exercises the regs didn’t have to. They separated us a lot. I was the leader and they wouldn’t let me anywhere near my brothers during the tests. We were all treated terribly by the Kaminoans, but Tech, he had it the worst. He doesn’t sleep much because they used to keep him awake for days, poking at him, prodding him, pushing him to know more, do more, remember more. He never told us much about the tests. I think he didn’t want to worry us.

“One day he came back to the barracks covered in these little marks. His goggles were broken. He stayed in bed for hours, not moving, just staring at the wall. Then he finally got up, started moving around like a droid. Eventually, he came across a piece of chalk. He started writing on the walls. It was like he was in a trance.”

Hunter’s voice turned dark, his face showing an extreme mixture of disgust, anger, worry. “He was making a blueprint of the suit the Kaminoans were using to train him. It covered his full body with little bits of metal over his pressure points. It was wired to connect to his nervous system. They used it to monitor his emotions, mostly. When he would get excited, they would electrocute him. If he started to fall behind or fall asleep, or if he got overwhelmed. He was in that suit for nearly three days before he finally got sent back to the barracks.

“He refused to show any emotion, even after we graduated and were deployed into the field, for such a long time. If we were all talking, telling stories, laughing, he would just be sitting there. Eventually, the longer we were away from Kamino, he would show little hints that he was still human, like the tiniest bit of a smile. He’d crack jokes. He would get frustrated or angry more often than anything else, though. Those were easier, I guess.

“When Echo joined us, he came to me one night. He said there was something wrong with him, but he didn’t know what. He was shaking uncontrollably, flinching at small noises and his own words. By the time I finally figured out the cause, he was nearly unconscious, basically sleep talking. I don’t know if he really even remembers that night.”

You were stuck silent.

“All that to say, he has trouble, more so than the rest of us. He still doesn’t know how to deal with emotions. It was bred out of him. He was scared when Echo joined us because he was worried that it would change the dynamic of our squad. He was worried that with Echo’s experience and scomp, he’d be replaced. It took a lot of time and a few missteps, but now they’re practically inseparable.. When you joined us, it was easier for him. You’re not meant to be a permanent fixture, so to him, it’s easier not to get attached. But he did.”

“He…got attached?” you gasped.

“I probably shouldn’t say, but he fell for you. Hard,” Hunter smirked. “The second you smiled at him the day we met you, heh, I don’t think I’ve ever heard his heart beat so loud.”

You felt your face flush and you swallowed hard.

“What I’m trying to ask of you is that you be patient with him. He’s still learning to feel, to act with more than his head.”

“That night…around the fire. What were you saying?”

“Hmm?”

“You were all talking in Mando’a. What were you saying?”

Hunter chuckled. “Well, I was trying to give him a push. He was jealous that you were talking to Wrecker and Echo, but didn’t understand why. ‘Course Crosshair had to start teasing him. That night, he told me ‘kaysh cuyir ori’mirdala, bal mesh'la’. Almost couldn’t believe he’d even actually said it.”

You looked at Hunter, confusion plain on your face. He grinned and shook his head. “He said you’re very clever,” he chuckled. “And beautiful’.”

“I’ve been so stupid,” you concluded after a few moments of sitting there, your cheeks flaming hot.

“You didn’t know and he’s still learning how to tell you. Just give him time, let him come to you.”

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Hunter returned to the ship with you in tow just as the sun was beginning to set. Three of the squad started asking questions, arguing and teasing each other as you set foot in the ship once more. The presence of a certain set of eyes on you didn’t go unnoticed.

With the rest of the squad distracted, you sat down near him at his place at the small table.

“Hi,” you nearly whispered, feeling like you were shrinking into the seat.

Tech’s eyes didn’t leave you, even as he said nothing.

“Hunter told me about- well, a little bit- I mean, I couldn’t have- I didn’t know-” you stumbled along trying to find what you were trying to say.

“I meant everything I said last night to Echo,” he asserted. “You are nosy, stubborn, and inappropriate.”

You stared at the table in front of you.

“But Echo helped me realize why you frustrate me so. You are curious, that’s why you seemed nosy. Your will is made of durasteel. You are colorful and wild. You are so similar to myself, yet so different,” he explained. “He helped me come to the logical conclusion after you’d stopped listening.”

“What is the logical conclusion?” you asked, finally looking back at him. His eyes were starry as he looked at you. Despite all knowledge, all fact, all reason, to him you had created the universe for him to explore.

He fidgeted a little, but never took his eyes from hers. “Ni copad kar’tayl gar darasuum, cyare, meh gar kelir duumir ni.”

The room fell silent, save for the loud and steady pounding of two hearts. His brothers watched him in awe, but he didn’t take his eyes off of you.

“What does that mean?” you whispered as he inched closer to you.

“I wish to know you forever, beloved, if you will allow me,” he whispered back, eyes finally dropping from yours to take your hand between his.

“Please, cyare, tell me you feel the same?” he pleaded.

“Tech,” you smiled, using your free hand to cup his cheek. “I’m in love with you, too.”

Neither of you knew who closed the gap, but the kiss felt like a revelation. All the misunderstandings, the confusion, the pain, it was all a distant memory. Vaguely, you could hear the hoots and hollers of the brothers behind you, but that didn’t bother you.

Tech was the first to break the kiss, standing, and pulling you with him.

“Where are you going?” one of the boys called after the pair of you.

“To make up for lost time,” Tech shouted back, closing the door to the cockpit after pulling you through.

Thanks for reading! - River

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thatwildnya · 8 months

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" It’s a huge sign of trust to fall asleep when touching another for centaurs." Wait awww, what would their reaction be to their master (?) falling asleep while touching them for the first time?

Centaur Boys Making Sure Their Master Has a Good Nap

Wild: *cracks knuckles* buckle up you are not ready for this level of wholesome. also I'm so sorry I took so long to answer after the post saying I would answer all asks quickly! Thank you for your understanding! I added Che'nya and Cheka as a thank you. I hope you enjoy!

Nya: i nearly ripped off the top of my thumb's nail. i've been wearing band aids for a few weeks. my thumb print has become very smooth it's weird

Note: All are in their centaur form. These can be seen as romantic or platonic. Except Ortho and Cheka. Platonic love only for them.

Heartslabyul

Riddle: Gets extremely flustered yet happy. You are putting so much trust in him to keep you safe during your snooze and he takes that very seriously. Goes stone still, could be in the most uncomfortable position known to man and will still deal with it until you wake up. RIP anyone that wakes you up they will be losing their head for a while.

Trey: Gets a soft smile on his face. If you fall asleep while riding him he'll carefully bend forward slightly so you're at a more comfortable angle. He'll stay still for the most part but occasionally walk around to create a soothing rocking motion.

Cater: Also gets a soft smile on his face. He'll do his best to make sure you're laying on his body because he's warm and soft. Checks on you every now and then. Plays with your hair if he can reach.

Ace: Wing blanket wing blanket wing blanket. You'll probably end up using his chest as a pillow so he keeps you warm with his wings. Will preen your hair gently with a big smile.

Deuce: He is so honored and his love for you has increased tenfold. Goes stone stiff and growls loudly at anyone who dares to disturb your slumber. Will make a rumbling purr every so often.

Savannaclaw

Leona: Anyone who tries to get near will be given a death glare and a pointy teeth filled snarl. Nobody is allowed near while he's on guard. You are warm and safe with him. If you sleep first he will not be sleeping. Instincts man, instincts. His love for you grows immensely and he will make sure you have a peaceful rest. Might start grooming you if you're in reach of his tongue.

Ruggie: His smile is so big and his tail is going crazy. You'll wake up to a yeen staring at you with absolute love in his eyes. He makes sure you're as comfy as possible and hums a soothing tune.

Jack: The first time it happens you won't be asleep for long his tail is going to make his whole body shake from the force. He is so mad at himself and doesn't even try to hide it. Give him some pats to let him know it's alright and snuggle back in for another go. This time and from then on his tail won't be a bother. It was just because this was the first time he was caught off guard. Another that growls at nap waking offenders.

Octavinelle

Azul: Internally screaming. He has a huge blush on his face and is so glad you can't see it. You will wake up in a gentle entanglement of tentacles to a singing octopus running his hands through your hair and rubbing you back. Does his best to keep you nice and warm. Disturbances get smacked. Hard.

Jade: On that outside he looks the same. On the inside he's got fireworks going off with kazoos in the background. It's not often he finds someone willing to sleep in his presence due to his unsettling presence and to have his master do so paves that way for him letting down his mask around them. Wraps his tail around you and plays with your hair. Any with the balls to approach get traumatized by his glare.

Floyd: Gets uncharacteristically calm. Like Jade he's got fireworks and kazoos but as much as he wants to squeeze you he waits until you wake up. Floyd is lucky you were willing to adopt him alongside his twin despite his chaotic nature and this lets him know you don't secretly regret it. Hugs you close and hums while playing with your hair. Also traumatizes disturbances with a glare.

Scarabia

Kalim: Like Floyd he becomes super calm and quiet. Growing up in a big household he knows very well how nice it is to have someone you can cuddle up with for a nap and not worry about them waking you. Loves when you hug his tail, he'll let out a happy giggle.

Jamil: Literal hearts in his eyes. You are not going anywhere anytime soon when you wake this is one of the few moments Jamil will demand to be spoiled right then and there. First you rescued him for that godawful home and now this? His loyalty is yours forever.

Pomefiore

Vil: There's a slight blush on his face as he moves your hair out of your eyes. You don't treat him like an untouchable beauty (in fact that’s quite the opposite you’re always petting him please be mindful of the hair and fur) and spoil him with actual genuine praise and love. His heart is about to explode. Already thinking about what he wants to do for you to say 'I love you'.

Rook: Also gets literal hearts in his eyes. He's so happy you graced him with such an honor and takes his job very seriously. One of the very few times he growls at others. He watches you sleep, nothing but absolute adoration and gentleness in them.

Epel: Ego boost of the century. He is gonna protect your nap with his life. He can't growl or hiss but he will bare his fangs at any who dare come close. You will wake up to a happy antler bunny demanding pets and kisses for a reward.

Ignihyde

Idia: Hair is a bright pink and mouth a big toothy smile. This is the moment he starts to feel genuine love towards you. Makes sure everything is perfect as can be while you nap. Might reach back to play with your hair. Gives a warning nicker to anyone that dares to interrupt your nap. The really ballsy ones get chased away by a small fireball.

Ortho: Has a huge grin on his face and look of triumph. Takes his duty very seriously, no warnings from him you just get chased by a fireball. Will spend the whole nap trying to reach a blanket juuust out of reach because what if you catch get sick from laying on his cold body? Reward him with pets and forehead kisses he’s such a good boy.

Diasomnia

Malleus: You are in the safest spot in the whole world the moment your eyes close. He notices immediately and spares no time getting you to maximum comfort. Uses magic to levitate you between his forearms, summons your favorite blanket and pillow, and makes the room the perfect temperature just for you. His gaze is filled with nothing but love and adoration as he watches you snooze, humming a tune as his fingers massage your back. Anyone who has the courage to try and wake you gets teleported outside and locked out until you awaken.

Lilia: Gives you a soft smile and look as you drift away. Gently picks you up and brings you to your bed so he can watch over you from above. If he can’t he’ll lay on his back and cover you with his wings instead. Sings a tune while you dream away. No one tries to wake you. One look from the old fae and they are immediately doing a 180 out the room no thank you sir.

Silver: Oh mah gwad he goes from sleepy prince charming to ultra serious guard in a snap. Your blanket is his tail and his side is your pillow. When his eyes are on you they are filled with hearts and gaze is the softest of them all. When there’s an intruder they become murderous and terrifying he got it from his pops.

Sebek: Puffs out his chest with pride and takes the job super ultra mega seriously. Anything in reach that will increase your comfort is used to its full potential. You will wake up to find yourself in a makeshift nest and a happy crocodile man greeting you asking if your nap was excellent. Like some of the others this is probably the moment he begins to feel genuine love for you and becomes more open around you. Please call him a good boy you will not regret it I promise.

Bonus

Che’nya: Purring immediately a kitty cat lullaby to block out any noise. His tail curls around you and he’s humming a tune to go with his purrs. Unless someone is able to find you without their eyes you won’t be awoken his unique magic especially comes in handy for nap time. If you are found he scares the unwanted guests with some little tricks he’s saved for occasions just like this.

Cheka: He puffs out his chest, ready to prove he’s more than capable to protect his master! He crosses his arms across his chest and straightens up ready to scare away all enemies of your glorious nap! But your body heat feels nice, and your scent always puts him at ease. Maybe closing his eyes for a minute will help wake him up…

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aonungyoufuck · 1 year

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Runaway {Part 14}

Runaway Masterlist

DNI/BYF

Synopsis: It seems all that praying has worked. Everything is alright

Warm. That's what he felt and it was a good type of warmth. It had been so long since he’s felt this way. And it was honestly welcomed.

It was like a nice dream. A nice illusion and yet he knew it was never his to begin with.

He felt your breath, the beat of your heart and then he felt that warmth that was no doubt your babe. Sure he would never be able to feel it the way you do. He would never know the feeling but this was close enough.

He felt you with him and he was almost sure you could feel him too.

He felt you breathe, he felt you dream, felt your babe and felt your heart. But he felt no pain. He felt nothing wrong

So in his thoughts and in his heart he called to you. Awaiting any sign from you that if you were still there. You’d give him something back.

He waited. And waited, counting the seconds as he hoped.

And there it is, there’s that feeling in his heart. You called him. You felt him and you replied.

And he kept calling again, and again. And you kept calling back.

Be still his heart when he wishes to hold and hear you again, Be still his mind as he can only think of you. By the mind of his great desires there you were again.

‘Please awaken with me’

He thinks out loud feeling his heart race.

‘I promise to kiss you as soon as you wake’

‘I promise to always protect you two’

‘I promise to fight for us if you ever are so kind to wake up for me’

‘Please its all i ask’

He got nothing back. But he felt the pang at his heart double. He felt you, felt that aching feeling of loss.

And as he predicted he woke up from his slumber. No longer feeling you. His mother is now staring down at him. Glaring daggers as she hissed at him. “Are you an ignorant boy?”

“Mother” he tried to reason. Both your Queues in her hands.

“I pray for the resilience to not twist a knot in your tail”

“I was doing fine”

“You do not know what she’s ill with! I know she is your mate as are you but”

A stir. The groan and then followed by your voice “Ma Ao’nung”

It felt like he had died. The gentle tune of the beat of your voice. To hear you. To see you stir awake. Both of their attention to you.

You gulped. The dryness in your mouth was unwelcomed. You felt like a ton of rocks had fallen on you before you could even open your eyes.

Ao’nung and Ronal. Both eyes staring deep into your soul.

“Ma Eywa thank you thank you thank you!” You heard Ronal pray and then felt Ao’nung throw himself at you. Making you cough at the roughness.

“Ao’nung! Careful with her. Go quickly Fetch Jakesully”

“But”

“Go!”

He didn’t argue seeing your figure before taking off.

You sat there now staring into her eyes. That same fear you felt a long time ago now in the back of your throat. You looked at her and she at you. Her eyes filled with tears, with a relief only she would know.

“Thank you Ma Eywa” She whispered, wrapping her arms around you.

You were confused. Startled at feeling her gently hug you. “Tsahik?”

“I am beyond words happy as you have awoken child”

“But. I thought”

“Do not. I was..I was wrong” It hurt her pride really. But she’s had years to Admit to it now. “I am so sorry”

Feeling her hug you. It felt. Right but also wrong and then it hit you that you had something in between the two of you. You looked down. Your now very prominent belly showing and it took you a while to remember that you had wanted to tell Ao’nung that you were expecting. You couldn’t help but smile however to know that you hadn’t lost this blessing. Hearing the door to the room open and then being manhandled to the arms of your father and mother.

“Oh Y/n! Oh my sweet child!” your mother said through tears as all she could do was hold you alongside jake. Your eyes looking ahead at your siblings who couldn’t believe it. You opened your arms as best as you could before they all went ahead and came around you to hug you.

“Hey everyone!” You said chuckling as you could only do that. “You all act like i died”

“Just happy to see you baby girl” your father said, making you laugh a little. You couldn’t help it but you let out a purr.

“Don't worry sempul A bullet hadn’t killed me and neither is anything else”

“I dont think this is the time for jokes” You heard Lo’ak say besides you but you couldn’t help but laugh.

Turning to look at the only person in the doorway. Was your mate. Staring at you as if blinking would cause you to disappear. Your tail wagging a little subconsciously as you continued to stare. And it wasn’t long until you two were left alone.

You had been safe, vitals checked out and it was all good though you still had to stay for one more night. Which you didn’t mind.

Face to face. Staring at you, before you opened your arms and let him tackle you. Your arms wrapping around him. Finally together finally full.

His sobs broke your heart and you felt so absolutely horrible for letting him wait for you to wake up. His trembling form now holding onto you and it felt like holding a small child. You continued to shush him. Telling him it was all alright. That it will be okay.

“Ma Y/n! I cant believe you’re really awake”

“I am my love”

“It felts like it has been a lifetime since i seen or heard you. Felt you and it feels likes is some sick dream you have it all come true. No greater pain has known my heart since the day you gone my dearest heart”

Hearing those words again felt so utterly heartbreaking and yet made your heart soar.

“Be still my Ao’nung it’s alright. We are alright”

And you let him cry. Let him continue to sob in your arms as all you could do was reassure him that things would be alright. That things would be okay.

By morning. You were let go. And that left the Question…Where exactly would you be staying? And that was the puzzling problem for the rest of your Family.

You two were mated. No longer kids that had to share a pod with your family. And yes Given other circumstances you would have a pod next to Ao’nung’s family. But being away for so long you wanted something more secluded?

There really was no pod the same distance apart from your parents that was unoccupied. Given that Lo’ak and Ao’nung had to talk about who of them would be okay to take up the role of Olo’eyktan You really didn't have an option on either taking the pod next to the Leaders of the clan. Least not yet.

So there was a big dilemma.

“Ao’nung really We should take that pod. And if Lo’ak does decide to take the role with you agreeing. We can then move”

“Ma Y/n Really its no problem We can probably have a pod closer inland.

“I think your being stubborn”

“I'm stubborn?”

“Oh for. You both are stubborn” Neteyam butt in as he had been hearing this conversation go on for an hour too long. “Look just take the pod. Im sure either way after its decided you two or whoever it is can make a pod how you like it if the conditions are right”

You couldn’t believe how easily Ao’nung settled for that. And now here you are moving a few things from your old home. Well Lo’ak and Neteyam had gone and found it.

It was a little bittersweet to see all the things you had made from scratch. “Im a little Homesick i’ll admit” You said out loud to the rest of the family who was helping organize the place.

“Yeah? What do you miss?” Asked Ao’nung

“I guess i miss the trees? I miss sleeping up near the sky and being able to see the bottom of the lake. Which by the way we never did go see what was in that cave” You admitted moving what you could to make things more homely.

“Oh i guess not”

“It’s alright. Its nice to have you not look like a dried fish”

“Oh gee, Thanks”

Ronal couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. It was nice to hear and see her son again. But it was nice to see this. And in some way it reminded her of her love with Tonowari. Looking at them and your growing bump. She knew everything would be alright.

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Oh For a Muse of Fire! Part 6

Eddie’s not there yet. But the turn is just around the corner. He’s going to be hit with some really harsh truths that he’s going to have to overcome.

And I hope you’ll excuse the weird POV shift in the middle of the first part.

Open mic night and not judging a book by its cover.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Steve was waiting in line at his favorite coffee shop when the door rang out it’s little bell announcing the arrival of a new customer. He turned to see who the poor schmuck was that braved the cold blustery day to get their caffeine fix like he did.

And groaned.

Eddie Munson. Again.

Eddie spotted him and his grin was positively feral. “Harrington,” he greeted. “I didn’t think this place would be good enough for the likes of you. I would have expected you to go to one of those fancy pants places with smoked beans and expensive shit like that.”

Steve tilted his head back and shuffled forward as the line moved. “Look, man. I get it. You think I’m some rich snob with no discerning taste in anything. But can you just let me have my one luxury on my one day off a week in peace. Please!”

Eddie’s tongue dragged over his teeth and he shoved his hands into his pockets, rocking back on his heels. He watched as the line moved slowly in front of him, keeping an eye on Steve as it did so.

When Steve spotted him, his shoulders hunched and ducked his head down as if he was expecting a blow instead of verbal sparring. Now where had that instinct came from? Eddie pondered as he shuffled forward with the rest of the Sunday zombies in search of their caffeine fix.

Steve got the front of the line and rattled off his order. “One doppio and one caramel frappuccino, to go.” And then he sat down to wait for his order.

Eddie looked over at him wondering if the other cup was for Buckley. He got to order his large black coffee and sat down close to where Steve sat.

Just then Robin came bursting in. She scanned the room and spotted them both. She scowled at Eddie but flashed Steve the biggest grin. And she inserted herself between them.

Steve looked up at her with a blinding smile. “Hey, Robs.”

“Hey, dingus,” she said, bumping his shoulder. “How long you’ve been waiting?”

Steve looked at his watch. “About ten minutes.”

Robin sighed dramatically. “I wish they would put a second person on the coffee making on Sundays. They know how busy it gets.”

Steve shrugged. “Capitalism.”

“Well it sucks,” she grumbled, settling in for the wait.

About five minutes later the barista came hurrying over to them. She handed Robin the frappuccino and Steve the doppio.

They rolled their eyes and when the barista’s back was turned they swapped drinks.

“I don’t know why they think you’re the sweet fan,” Steve groused as they got up to leave.

“I know, right?” Robin said as they made their way out of the shop.

Eddie blinked and furrowed his brow in confusion. Steve liked froo-froo drinks? Huh.

Curiouser and curiouser.

He was going to have to come here on Sundays more often.

To say Eddie was nervous would be an understatement. Him and the Corroded Coffin boys had been playing together for ten years and knew how to rock it. But this was different. This was a chance they could make it big.

He helped his friends get their equipment on the stage. And he had to admit that maybe he had pre-judged the place. The stage was well lit and clean. The equipment was in good shape or even new. The bar itself was a little too new-agey for him, but it was nice.

He tuned his baby as Jeff and Brian tuned their instruments as well. Gareth tapped one of his drumsticks nervously on the e-snare.

Diamond came over to them just as they were finishing setting up. “Hey, guys, you about ready?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, five minutes?”

Diamond nodded back, rubbing his hands together gleefully. “This is just so great. I’ve never had a metal band in here before. Which is damn shame. They just don’t make them like Metallica and Mercyful Fate anymore.”

Eddie and this bandmates shared a glance.

“I wouldn’t have pegged you for a metal fan,” Jeff said honestly, gripping his guitar.

Diamond grinned. “Never judge a book by it’s cover boys.” He lifted his sleeve and showed them his Iron Maiden tattoo.

Eddie chuckled. “I’ve got one of those too.” And he pulled down his shirt to reveal the demon on his chest.

“Nice,” Diamond said with a grin. “I’ll let you buys finish up.” He pointed above them. “There’ll be a light above that will be red and then when it’s time for you to start, it’ll go green.”

Eddie looked up and saw what he meant. “Got it!”

Diamond scurried back to the bar to talk to the bartenders. He could see Chrissy chatting excitedly to him, bouncing up and down. She moved to go sit down at table near the front. Eddie smiled when he saw that his uncle was out there too.

He stepped up to the microphone and watched as the light changed from red to green. “Hey, Queen’s Crown! Thank you so much for having us. I’m Eddie and we are Corroded Coffin. We’ve got three great songs we hope you’ll love. The first is Boys Run, then Silent Killer, and our final number will be The Jester and the King.”

Just then Diamond moved behind the bar to reveal the other bartender, Garnet. Eddie and Garnet locked eyes and he knew he was fucked.

Steve fucking Harrington was Garnet.

Opal had come in and begged both Diamond and Steve to have her break around the time Corroded Coffin performed so she could properly listen to them play.

Steve and Diamond shared a glance and immediately agreed. Of course they’d let her watch her friends. They would be assholes to not to.

So they arranged for Diamond to take over during the fifteen minutes Corroded Coffin took the stage.

Things were going well, the bar was filled, booze was flowing freely, and the previous acts had been good.

And then Steve spotted the lead singer when he stepped up to the mic. But he couldn’t look away. Standing on the stage looking like some kind of rock god, was Eddie.

Eddie looked away first and Steve closed his eyes. He just prayed that Robin kept her cool long enough not to fuck this up.

She came bounding up the bar, just as Boys Run began. “Fucking hell. Did you know he was in a band?”

Steve shook his head. “Nope, first time hearing about it myself.”

She listed off table two’s orders and he got to work. He listened to them with a half an ear as people would come up and shout their orders in his face. But he got the gist of the songs. Boys Run was about growing up poor and living on the wrong side of town. Being expected to become a criminal just like his daddy and making it out anyway.

Silent Killer was about being queer in a small town. About how just looking at the same sex could get you killed. Steve related to that one so hard.

But the last one he only caught the vaguest impression of the song. It was the loudest and as far as Steve could tell the angriest. It was about an adoring jester who fell in love with a cruel and bitter king.

He didn’t like that one.

After their set, Chrissy came bounding up to them. “You guys were amazing!”

Eddie picked her up and swung her around, giving her a big kiss on the cheek. “Thanks to you!”

Chrissy laughed and swatted at him playfully. “The talent is all you guys, I just put you front and center where you deserve to be.”

Diamond came over to them as they packed up. “That was fucking fantastic. You boys got enough material for a two hour set?”

Eddie looked at his bandmates in shock. They all wore similar expressions of amazement.

“Yes, sir,” Gareth said with the biggest grin on his face. “Yes we do.”

Diamond clapped him and Eddie on the shoulders. “Brilliant! You boys free in two weeks?”

“Nothing we couldn’t heartlessly cancel,” Eddie replied with a cheeky grin.

Diamond winked and said, “I’ll see you boys then.” And then he walked off with a little wave of his hand over his shoulder.

Eddie looked back at Chrissy. “Did that just happen?”

She nodded, eyes wide. “Come on I want to introduce you to my co-workers before I have to go back to bar-tending.”

Eddie followed her, figuring that he could at least suck up playing nice to Steve for Chrissy.

They got five feet from the bar and he started backing up. “You know, I’ll meet them later, I really should get back to helping the guys.”

Chrissy looked over at the bar in confusion. All she could see was Topaz, Garnet, and Pearl chatting together.

Eddie on the other hand saw Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, and holy fuck, Jonathan Byers, no doubt talking shit about his music and his band.

“I’ll grab us some beers,” she said instead of voicing her concern.

Eddie grinned. “Sounds good.”

Chrissy walked up to the bar with a small frown on her face. “My friend, Eddie didn’t want to meet you guys. It’s so weird. He was excited to meet before tonight.”

Jonathan coughed discreetly into his fist. “We’ve met.”

Chrissy furrowed her brow in confusion.

Robin rolled her eyes. “We all went to high school together. Eddie originally was the year above Garnet, and then he finally graduated with Topaz and me.”

Chrissy nodded. She knew it had taken him a bit to graduate from high school. “But shouldn’t he be at least a little interested in seeing how you’ve guys have been since you all graduated?”

Steve and Robin shared a glance.

“Um...” he hedged, “I don’t know how to say this without being a dick, so...Eddie hates my guts.”

Chrissy frowned and looked over at Eddie. “That doesn’t sound like him at all. Why?”

Steve just shrugged. “No fucking clue.”

“How did you meet Eddie?” Jonathan asked.

“Oh, we met at my last job,” Chrissy said, cheerfully. “He was fixing the owner’s line of catering trucks and we hit it off and dated for a while.”

Robin’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “You dated Eddie Munson?”

Chrissy grinned. “Sure. Until I realized I was lesbian and then it got a little awkward. But he got over it, and now we’re best friends.” She winked at Robin who turned a dark shade of red.

Steve cleared his throat. “Here are the beers. Go have fun. Diamond gave you the rest of the night off. Something about owing you one for bringing on the best bands that have ever graced his stage to his attention.”

Chrissy grinned. “Thanks!”

Steve just shook his head as she went bouncing back to the Corroded Coffin boys.

Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Epilogue

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kerubimcrepin · 28 days

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Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 17]

Julith is not a good person, more news at 11.

My most favourite image of Joris ever. I even made a meme about it a while back.

Once again, I will mention, that looking at whatever Joris feels about Khan through a prism of "Joris has a puberty-fueled celebrity crush on him" makes Khan actually bearable as a character because I can't stop giggling at Joris's reactions to him.

He's like a 12yo girl unleashed upon some random member of BTS she likes the most.

While I understand her not wanting to free the guy who can and WANTS to kill them, it's some stone-cold motherfuckery to leave him to die slowly and painfully under the rocks.

Atcham is literally so prideful he would rather die from being crushed to death, than let somebody help him. Man.

Every single lesson Kerubim has taught him, each little moment, has been leading up to this.

Joris, the boy he likely adopted, at least in part because he was saddened by how things turned out to be with Atcham, has the chance to do what Kerubim never could —

Truly understand Atcham, and become brothers with him, — both in arms, and as a family.

No commentary, he's just some moments of Atcham being pretty (both from this minute, and a bit ahead.)

Joris's batshit insane kindness has him thinking some serious thoughts. Like, what the fuck is even occurring? Is the kid stupid?

Sadly, Joris is about to grow on him. Like mold.

THERE IS SO MUCH TO UNPACK HERE. Firstly, it does not escape me that Atcham says this entire line with a smile/a grimace that he is fighting not to turn into a smile with all his might. This is endearing to him.

So, there are multiple possibilities here that can coexist:

Kerubim built saw traps to put Atcham in, when they were kids. (that's when The Darkness began.....)

Kerubim and Atcham had a Cold War of trying to kill one another through Looney Tunes shenanigans.

Atcham has multiple very interesting memories of trying to break into Kerubim's home, only to fall through the floor and get electrocuted. He thought it was very clever before, once again, swearing to kill that furred fuck.

Once again, Joris's kindness and regard both for him, and for others, is baffling. To him, it does not even occur that hurting people is not normal. Like it's just chill.

So far, Joris has proven himself to be both the most unpredictable, and most sane person in the room. He's got Atcham's attention, now...

Also, as we can see, Bakara is using healing magic on Khan! It's nice to see the fact that Huppermages (and, for the record, Ecaflips) are both classes that have some healing magic up their sleeves, though it's not their job, like Eniripsas.

My agenda of Kerubim, Atcham, and Joris (if he is even capable of this spell), regularly swapping roles of attacker, tank, and healer/support between them depending on the situation, is still going strong.

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lovesickonmybed · 5 months

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some nights they get so bad you almost pick up the phone | (3/?)

chapter two | masterlist

eddie munson x OC | word count - 3025

summary | a surprise visit at work leads to a drunk phone call

warnings | violence, swearing, underage drinking, abandonment, allusions to self harm and child abuse, sexual content, and dark thoughts.

a/n | this chapter got really dark so sorry in advance. listen to g.i.n.a.s.f.s. by fall out boy while reading.

taglist | @lelenikki , @bimbobaggins69

I wake up falling out of my bed as my alarm clock goes off. Fuck. I totally forgot I worked today. I peel myself up off the floor and turn off my alarm clock. I grab a patchwork button down and a pair of dark blue jeans to wear to work today. I go to my bathroom and put my hair into two braids and do some light makeup. I work at a bookstore two miles from my apartment and I bike to work every shift. I grab my bike lock and put it into my backpack along with my wallet and my cassette player and headphones. I put some tapes in my bag too. I grab my blue bike helmet and start biking to work. On my way there a car pulls up near me, keeping the same speed. The passenger throws something at me but thankfully I dodge it, they yell, “SLUT!” before speeding off. “What the actual fuck?” I mumble to myself as I keep biking. I arrive at work with no more incidents and lock my bike up outside the shop.

I walk inside and greet my manager before putting my stuff up in the back and grabbing my name tag. My job is usually pretty quiet, a majority of the people who come in are looking for a book for school or are some nice more nerdy types who want some recommendations. It’s clearly going to be slow today so I tune the radio to the rock station and grab a copy of Carrie by Stephen King. I've read it like a million times but it never gets old. I hum along to the radio until my boss brings me some books to re-shelve. I take the cart and start going around to re-shelve the books. I’m in the romance section when I feel myself get shoved back against the shelves. The air is knocked out of me and a hand covers my mouth. I open my eyes and I’m face to face with Billy Hargrove. Shit.

“Did you miss me, sweetheart? Because I sure missed you,” He smirks.

Panic rises in me, and my palms sweat, my hands beginning to shake. My eyes are wide with fear and my brows furrow with worry. Billy has his hand on my hip pinning me to the shelf, I can already tell it’ll bruise. I speak despite his hand covering my mouth, “Y-You’re hurting me, Billy,” My words muffled by his hand.

“I know I am. Y’know, it wasn’t very nice of you and that freak to humiliate me like that, sweetheart,” he says before removing his hand from my mouth. He plays with my hair, twirling it around before sharply tugging on it. I wince in pain and squeeze my eyes shut.

“I-I’m sorry…I didn’t know he was going to do that, I swear!” I try to defend myself.

He shoves me back harder, my head coming into contact with the shelf painfully, I groan in pain and rub the back of my head.

“I honestly don’t give a shit, I need you to give your little lover boy a message for me. Can your pathetic little brain handle that, sweetheart?” He asks.

“He doesn't even like me. Why don’t you tell him yourself?” I spit back.

He grabs my hair at the root and holds it tightly and painfully, “You’re going to give him the message or I’ll make your sad excuse of a life even worse than it already is, got it bitch?”

Tears prick my eyes as I nod, “G-Got it.”

He smiles wide, “Good. Tell him that if he ever fucks with me like that again I’ll carve up more than his locker next time. Maybe next time it’ll be you, sweetheart.”

My breath hitches in my throat and I gulp, “I-I’ll tell him.”

“Good, I would hate to hurt a pretty little thing like you,” he smirks before walking off.

I don’t relax until I hear him leave through the shop door. I run to the bathroom to fix my hair and makeup, and to see how my hip is doing. When I look in the mirror, my jaw drops in shock. I have mascara running down my face and my hair is messy as hell. I fix my hair and wipe off the tears. Then I go into a stall to look at my hip, there’s already a small bruise forming from how hard he was grabbing me. “Fuck…” I mumble. I lay my head back against the stall wall and sigh.

I walk out of the bathroom and make a beeline to my manager, “Hey um, I hate to ask, but can I use the office phone for a personal call? It’s really really important, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t.”

He looks at me with concern but nods, “Of course Viv, go ahead, honey.” I thank him and then head into the office and dial the number I’ve had memorized for years. My mouth goes dry as it rings, it goes on for a while and I worry he might not pick up. But finally he does.

“Munson residence, what is so damn important that you have to interrupt my campaign?”

I’m too nervous to speak at first but I stutter out, “P-Please don’t hang up. Billy just came to my work and I-”

“Vivian? What the fuck are you calling me for?” He whisper yells into the phone.

“Please, just let me explain! I wouldn’t call you just for shits and giggles. Billy just came into my work and told me to tell you that if you fuck with him again, then he’s gonna carve up more than just your locker. He threatened me too and thanks to him I’ve got a pounding headache and bruise on my hip,” I rant.

I hear Eddie sigh into the phone, “Seriously?”

“Why would I make something like this up? I can come over and show you the bruise myself!”

“I don’t want to see you,” Eddie says abruptly.

I say nothing back; I don’t even know what to say. I feel tears welling up in my eyes again.

“J-Just watch your back…you know what he’s capable of. Okay?” I say before hanging up, my voice wavering as I speak. It’s clear in my voice that I’m on the verge of tears. I collect myself before going back out and thanking my manager for letting me use the phone.

I go back to restocking the shelves and keep my eye out for anyone else who plans on coming in to fuck with me. I’m on edge the whole day, I spend my entire lunch break in the back to avoid everyone. I continue to read Carrie as I eat my lunch. She’s always been one of my favorite book characters. I relate to her anger and her isolation. Whenever I read the book, I feel protective over her, if people treated me like that everyday I’d snap too.

When I go back out after my lunch I notice the store is pretty busy, I help customers find books and ring them up once I help them make their selections. The rest of my shift is pretty busy as I assist customers and re-shelve books. Finally, at 7pm my shift is over and I grab my stuff out of the back before saying bye to my manager for the night. As I unlock my bike, I see my back tire is slashed. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I yell. I kick the post that’s nearby and regret it immediately as sharp pain shoots through my foot. “FUCK!”

I gather myself and start walking back home with my bike in the dark. I stay far off from the road so I don’t risk getting hit. I take an hour to walk back home and when I get home, I’m a sweaty pissed off mess. I lock my bike up even though I know nobody is gonna steal it with a giant fucking hole in the tire. I swear if I knew how I’d put a goddamn hex on Billy Hargrove.

“Mom! I’m home!” I yell as I walk into the apartment. I set my bike helmet by the door and unpack my backpack. My mom isn’t home like I had hoped she was. I see a note on the fridge and sigh. ‘Going to be gone for a week, I left money for Pizza. Aunt Gina is sick.’ I groan and grab the money off the counter to order some pizza. I call and place an order before getting comfortable on the couch and turning on a horror movie, I’m cuddled up into a blanket when the phone rings. It scares the shit out of me and I go flying off the couch. Horror movies may not scare me too badly but loud sounds definitely do. Once I get up off the floor, I run to the phone to answer.

“Hello?”

“Viv?” Holy shit, it’s a voice I haven’t heard in forever. Veronica Ecker has called me.

“Y-Yeah? Um yeah it’s me, it’s Viv,” I ramble.

“I don’t know what the hell happened last night but stay away from Eddie. He’s talking about Billy Hargrove having it out for him and I swear to god if you don’t get that asshole to back off of Eddie then I’ll have it out for you!” Before I can even try to respond she slams the phone down, hanging it up immediately. I groan and pull at my hair.

“How do I manage to make everyone in Hawkins hate me, jesus fucking christ?!” I throw myself back down onto the couch and scream into a pillow until I can feel my rage subside. I get up off the couch and make my way over to the liquor cabinet and thank the lord that my mom doesn’t care if I drink. I make a rum and coke that’s definitely more rum than anything and drink it as I watch the movie, waiting for the pizza to arrive. I don’t know how I fucked things up so young, if I hadn’t gone to seek revenge over something so stupid I still could’ve had friends, could’ve actually had Eddie by now, instead I have a bottle of rum and a lonely ache that fills my bones. Sometimes I wonder if my dad had known how badly of a fuck up I’d be and that’s why he left, maybe I was already a fuck up as a kid. My grades weren’t great, I didn’t have many friends, I guess he knew I’d never get better, I’d just be a loser forever. I inherited his eyes, his anger, his love for the bottle. I wonder if he ever felt like this, if he left because he felt he wasn’t good enough. My mom never gave me his actual reason so I let my mind wander. I wonder if life is always this empty, this lonely, this cruel. I go to take another sip of my drink but the doorbell rings. Pizza’s here.

Most nights when I plan to get drunk I unplug my phone from the wall, I don’t trust myself to not call somebody I shouldn’t, but Eddie hates me even more now, Billy Hargrove wants me dead, and me simply leaving my house is social suicide so it’s not like I have much left to fuck up. I let myself stop caring, stuffing my face with pizza and washing it down with rum, not exactly my dream combination but who cares. With half the bottle gone it doesn’t take long for me to pick up the phone. My anger seeps out when I drink, but so does my sadness. I dial Eddie’s phone number; I know he’ll be up, he always is at this hour. The phone rings and rings until he finally picks up.

“Munson residence, who the fuck is calling at 2am?” He answers, angrily.

I smirk, I love that I’ve pissed him off, “Hey Eds. Miss me yet?” I laugh into the phone, taking another swig from the bottle.

“Jesus christ, what the hell do you want?” He asks. I know he’s rolling his eyes, I’m shocked he didn’t hang up as soon as he heard me honestly.

“Well, your good friend Ronnie called me up earlier. She didn’t sound too happy with me, thinks I sicked Hargrove on you like some junkyard dog. You didn’t tell her what a gentleman you were at the lake?” I tease. I’m fed up, I can’t hide it anymore. I’m angry at him, I’m angry at Billy, I’m angry at everyone.

“She called you?” He sounds confused.

“Yeah. Why don’t you tell her to get her fucking facts straight before threatening me, we both know I could take her in a fight anyway,” I’m slurring my words letting whatever pops into my head simply spill out of my mouth.

“Fuck,” he sighs, “Viv, are you drunk right now?”

“So what if I am? I’ve got nothing better to do right now and rum doesn’t taste too bad after a few sips,” I giggle.

Eddie sighs into the phone again, “How much have you had tonight?”

“Jesus christ, what are you my dad? Y’all both left anyway,” I mumble that last part.

Eddie goes silent.

“Sorry,” I hiccup. I feel sad again, I know I said something I shouldn’t have.

“Why’d you call me, Viv?” He asks softly.

“I don’t know…I don’t…” My voice trails off.

“I’m sorry, that Ronnie threatened you,” he says.

“It’s fine, I deserved it. It’s my fault we’re even in this shit. I shouldn’t have taken that dare,” I say sadly, I take another sip and curl into myself on the couch.

“It’s not your fault. Billy got what he deserved, well less than what he actually deserves. I made the choice to help you, I don’t regret it.”

I furrow my brows in confusion, “Why not? You haven’t spoken to me since the first day of Junior year. You hate my fucking guts, Eds.”

“No, I don’t. I-I…it’s all complicated, okay?” He sounds genuine, he sounds soft, it confuses me.

“You should. You should hate me. I-I’m a fucking disaster, I-I…I’m a shitty friend, I’m selfish, I’m angry…so goddamn angry all the time. I don’t like my friends, or well, ex-friends now I guess since they’re all groupies for that mullet wearing fuck. They’re so mean to you and your Hellfire friends, I-I try to get them to stop but they don’t care what I have to say…I-I could’ve tried harder to stop it, but I didn’t I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry I slept with Tommy too. I just…when I saw you that night with Nicole I couldn’t take it. She was so fucking cruel to me…and you…you slept with her anyway, you let her take your goddamned virginity Eddie! Why? Huh? God, I know she was your type but you couldn’t have picked someone else? Literally anybody-fucking-else!” I yell into the phone, letting my anger get the best of me. There are tears running down my face as I’m brought back to that night.

“I’m sorry for yelling, I’m sorry for calling you. I-I should go…” I mutter.

“Don’t! J-Just stay on the phone with me, okay? You shouldn’t be alone like this,” he says.

I cry harder, “I shouldn’t be with you when I’m like this either…I talk too much, let too much out. I should keep it in, keep the peace…”

“Fuck that, let it out. You’ve got a lot you wanna say to me, right? Go ahead, let me have it,” He chuckles into the phone.

“I try not to be angry in front of other people, I’ve got my fathers temper y’know…” I laugh dryly, wiping away my tears.

“I’m not much better and you know that, I can take it,” he replies.

“You shouldn’t have to.”

“But I will, so start talking.”

“Why’d you fuck her, Eds?” I ask, laying back on the couch and waiting for a response.

“Do you want to know the truth?” He sounds hesitant.

“I wouldn’t want anything else.”

“I…I thought that if I slept with her, if I let her get her story for her friends, that she’d lay off you. I didn’t like her…at all…and she was awful in bed, by the way.”

I laugh into the phone, “Was she really?”

“The worst, I swear she thought porn was the standard, I thought I’d have to gag her because of how over the top her moans were,” he laughs.

“Fuck…Tommy wasn’t good either. Well…I mean I didn’t really get to feel if he would’ve been or not…fuck I can’t believe I’m telling you this but, he umm,” I snort with laughter at the memory, “He was fucking my thighs the whole time thinking it was my vagina.”

I hear Eddie fall off of his couch and howl with laughter, he takes a good minute to catch his breath, “S-So you’re telling me that he didn’t even fuck you? Like…he just fucked your thighs like some virgin who’s never taken an anatomy class or been with a woman?” He laughs.

“Pretty much.”

“Holy shit…the other guys you’ve been with, I mean there had to be more than just Tommy, they’ve made you cum right?” He asks.

I bite my lip and run my hands through my hair, “Like two of them have, yeah.”

“Not enough guys are getting you off correctly, you need someone who knows what they’re doing…” He’s doing his DM voice, the voice that had me clenching my thighs every time he’d speak at a session.

“Y-Yeah…” My mouth feels dry, my face is hot, and there’s a familiar ache between my thighs.

“Fuck it’s getting late, get some sleep, you’re gonna have a wicked hangover tomorrow,” Eddie sighs.

“Shit, don’t remind me,” I groan.

He laughs and the ache between my thighs gets even worse, “Seriously though, get some sleep…I’m glad you called me.”

I could scream, I never thought I’d hear him say that, “Yeah…me too…goodnight, Eddie.”

“Goodnight, Viv.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x original character #eddie munson x original female character #eddie munson angst #multichapter

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risingofjupiter · 1 year

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just the way.. - jealous!felix x reader

warnings - semi smut, felix getting jealous and being a cocky shit, semi public smut bc no one made sure the damn tent flap was closed 🥲

a/n - ahaha i hope you readers like this 😭. also ignore how i literally suck at beginning a fic. not my strong suit lmao. not proofread either. also felix’s hands.. crush my skull with your hand good sir 🙌

the cold licks of the waves on your legs felt nice enough to be able to stay near the water. it was a decently warm day and it was getting harder to do your chores, with the temperature rising.

“stupid pan, not letting us take a break.” you say to yourself, throwing a rock into the ocean. after watching it sink sadly to the bottom, you get up and walk near the tree line, putting your clothes back on.

boisterous laughter can be heard as you make your way to the camp. smiling to yourself when you spot your boyfriend, felix, making a spear. making your way over to him, you sit on a log near him.

“how are you, my love?” felix asks, not stopping what he was doing. the bond you and felix have is special. you understand and respect each other. something rare you have both seem to have found.

“oh, i’m doing fine right now. i was just at the beach and the sun was going down, it looked so pretty!” you answer.

felix smiles, “oh yeah?”

“yeah! you should’ve been there.” you smile again, fiddling with your hands.

felix glanced at you, with a grin on his face, “yeah.. i should’ve.”

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most of the other lost boys huddled around the, now burning, fire - the cold of night creeping it’s way into the camp. you remained by felix, absorbed with the way his skilled hands gracefully moved.

pan stepped out of the shadows, raising his arms up with a shout, “boys! let us commend the newcomers with a dance!”

all the lost boys, even the new ones, moved as soon as they heard pan’s pipe. with shouts and spirited laughter, it became a celebration of sorts. smiling, you clapped along with the sound of pan’s pipe.

“hey y/n! dance with me?” tommy, a fairly old lost boy, requested. looking back at felix, still busying himself with sharpening the spear, you quickly nodded at tommy. as you stood, you seemed to miss the annoyed look felix shot at tommy.

tommy grabbed your hand pulling you near the bonfire. you and tommy interlocked hands and danced around, not so elegantly - although it didn’t matter, because in that moment, all you were thinking was how much fun you were having with tommy.

intertwining arms, you and tommy twirled around in a circle, dancing with the other lost ones. pan started playing a more amorous tune and the other boys quickly changed their dance.

tommy twirled you around and dipped you, slowly, in a humorous way. you laughed and slapped his chest, tommy bringing you back onto your feet. you and tommy continued dancing around the fire, enjoying the bliss-filled air.

feeling eyes boring into the back of your head, you turn but find no one there. you frown as you ponder who it was, but the thought quickly disappears from your head as tommy pulls you in for another dance.

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exhausted from twirling around the fire with tommy, you make your way back to your tent, not before saying your goodbyes. as you walk inside you sense somebody else in there with you. squinting your eyes looking around - as you forgot to light a candle upon leaving earlier - you see a figure sitting in the corner.

quickly lighting a candle, you see felix instead of the black figure standing in the corner.

“jesus felix, you scared me.” you put your hand on your chest to emphasize your startled form. felix didn’t respond though so you just busied yourself cleaning your desk.

“did you enjoy dancing tonight? i couldn’t find you at the end though, did you leave?” you questioned, moving books and interesting objects felix had gifted you in the past. not hearing a response, you turned around swiftly, almost bumping into felix’s chest as he was standing directly in front of you.

you laughed, “any i can help with, good sir?” he quickly chased the smile off your lips though, as his lips made haste to connect with yours. feeling him grab onto your hips, you put your hands on his forearms. felix pulled you impossibly closer as he began to make his way down to your neck.

“felix..? what’s all this about?” you asked, sighing as you felt him bite and suck on a weak spot, just below your ear. he plunged his right hand into your hair as his left one still remained glued to your hip.

he only hummed in response as he continued to litter your neck and jaw with dark purple marks.

wrapping your arms around his neck, you felt his hot breath against your skin, “you’re mine, you’ll always be mine.”

you smiled, “i know that felix. i’ll only love you.. always and forever.” he groaned in response. you dove your hand into his hair and softly pulled him back to look into his eyes.

“you know i love you right?” you smirked, kissing felix’s jaw, ever so gently. his eyes darkening just slightly. immediately his lips were back on yours, teasing your bottom lip with his tongue. you sighed into the kiss, opening your mouth just enough that felix could slip his tongue inside.

his tongue explored around, but ultimately ended up dancing with yours, both of you fighting for dominance - with felix winning. you pulled him closer, not wanting the intimate moment to end.

pulling felix closer, you subconsciously start grinding against him. you felt him smirk into the kiss, right before he moved both of his hands down to your hips - helping you grind against him.

his grip on your hips tightened, as he slowly moved his left leg between yours.

“if only there was a way for you to show me how much you love me..” felix whispered against your lips.

you grinned before leaning back, “hm.. i think i know just the way..”

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It was weird seeing Andromeda again. Sirius remembered her as a giggling teenage girl. Bella, Cissy and her used to only care about parties, makeup and boys. Sirius had found them annoying most of the time. It had been fun to prank them with Reggie.

Andromeda was always Bella’s shadow. She was calm, and shy and never said anything important. Sirius was chaotic and a rebel. They didn't have anything in common.

That was until Andromeda ran away three years ago. It was surprising to Sirius that Andromeda would do something like that. He had expected something from Bella who was scary and strong, or even Cissy with her drama and obsession with her stupid boyfriend. But not from Andromeda.

She left Rodolphus Lestrange on the altar and ran away with a random bloke. Sirius had thought at the time that it was cool. He admired anything that opposed The Black Family. But he didn't understand what it had meant for Andromeda. The sacrifice she had made. Everything she went through.

Andromeda was a mature woman now. She seemed more confident and happy. And she gave Sirius the wise aurea that Alphard used to give him. She was quick in making conversation with Reggie and him. And she looked so comfortable with Ted. But there was sadness in her eyes sometimes. Something like longing.

Ted was a cool lad. Musician, a rock fan. He had a childish spirit that reminded Sirius of James and he was so much open than Andy. And it was clear that he loved her.

It was lovely to see how they looked at each other, how they held hands everytime they sat down.

Ted and Andromeda were also expecting a baby. And the news made them practically glow. Andromeda touched her belly every two seconds. And Ted looked at her with adoration.

They were truly in love. And now Sirius was understanding Andy's decision. He might be in love too.

Alphard's death had got him sentimental. The hypocrisy of the people at his funeral made Sirius sick, so he dragged Regulus to see Andromeda. He has been thinking a lot about her lately.

Andromeda cried when she heard the news about Alphard's death. Apparently nobody had told her about it. She wasn't invited to the funeral of course. But she wasn't resentful with her cousins. Her and Ted were being pretty nice.

"Tea, Anyone?" Andromeda asked as Ted finished telling them a funny story "I bet you are cold and hungry"

"Let me take care of it, love" Ted said as soon as Andromeda stood up. She seemed to be struggling with her big belly. She was 7 months pregnant.

"Don't worry, love" Andromeda smiled at him "Sirius can help me" she winked at him "In the meantime, you can show Regulus your toys downstairs... Did I tell you he is a musician as well?"

"Are you, mate?" Ted asked excitedly.

Regulus cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I used to play the piano"

Reggie used to love playing the piano when he was a kid. Sirius had lessons as well. But he got easily bored. While Regulus had daily practices that irritated Sirius. But he was constant. And he quickly became an expert. Regulus didn't play anymore. Sirius hadn't asked him why.

"That's cool" Ted smiled standing up "I have an electric piano downstairs... I know it's not the same, but you can show me how good you are"

"Oh Reggie is really good" Sirius smiled.

"Didn't he used to compose his own tunes?" Andromeda added.

"Yes"

"Wow, did you?"

Regulus blushed. He hated being the center of attention.

"I wrote some of my band's songs" Ted added "Maybe we can compose something together"

"I am a bit rusted..."

But Ted was already dragging him to his feet.

"Let's go, mate"

Regulus didn't have time to protest because Ted was already dragging him. Sirius smiled at his brother's expression.

Andromeda was already at the kitchen's door.

"Come on, Sirius"

"Yes ma'am" Sirius stood up and walked after her.

******

As Andromeda prepared tea, Sirius was assigned the job of putting the biscuits and sandwiches in a large plate. He was even taking his job seriously, making a colorful pattern.

Sirius and Andromeda were mostly silent as they worked. Sirius only answered a few questions about Hogwarts and teachers and how much things had changed. But there was mostly music that the boys were playing downstairs.

Sirius wanted to ask Andy so many things and he didn't know where to start.

Sirius could feel Andromeda's eyes on him.

"I heard you ran away..." she said, which made Sirius freeze "Something happened this summer?"

"Where did you hear that?"

"Uncle Alphard used to write to me..." Andy sighed "Keeping me updated with things about the family..."

Losing Alphard hurt. But Sirius couldn't make himself cry yet.

"He was worried about you but he couldn't come back from Rome to help you..."

"Did you know about him?" Sirius interrupted "About his parties... And his lovers?"

It had been after Alphard's death that people discovered his secret life. He hadn't told anyone. Not even Sirius.

The slurs and insults people at the funeral were whispering about Alphard for having men lovers, was still ringing through Sirius' ears. He didn't want to be called that as well.

"No, Sirius..." Andromeda answered carefully "I think nobody knew"

Sirius didn't answer. He knew people were connecting the dots. For his close relationship with his Uncle. And what had happened that summer. Sirius didn't know how much Andromeda knew. But based on the way she was looking at him, she suspected something.

Sirius felt embarrassed. Everything he had been doing with Remus. What he felt for him. It was all too embarrassing. Even though no one knew about Remus. Only Regulus. Sirius had felt Regulus' eyes on him the whole time. And that suffocated him enough to ran away from the ceremony.

"Sirius... Are you okay?" Andromeda asked "Do you want to talk about what happened this summer?"

"I am not like him!" Sirius yelled hitting the counter and making all the food lose its order.

Andromeda looked at him with concern.

"What do you mean?"

"I am not gay" Sirius spat.

What he felt for Remus didn't have to define his life. It didn't work that way. Sirius wasn't sure of anything.

"I didn't say you were" Andromeda raised an eyebrow. She sighed, placing a hand on Sirius' shoulder "I was just saying that if you feel like you want to live your life apart from The Family, it is fine. I did the same"

Sirius tried to relax. She was trying to be nice.

"I am The Heir" Sirius whispered.

He acted like he was a rebel that wouldn't hesitate on leaving his responsabilty behind and would give up to his inheritance. But Sirius was actually scared. That summer, he had decided that he didn't want to see his family anymore. But now he was back for Alphard's funeral. And everyone still treated him as The Heir. Someone that would grow up from his immature self and would become in what they wanted. Orion had told him he expected great things from him.

"You don't have to be, Sirius" Andromeda said "Are you coming back to Grimmauld Place?"

Sirius looked at her.

"What?"

"Regulus said it was one of your shows to piss everyone off again and that you eventually will come back"

Sirius snorted with disbelief.

"That tosser said that?" he shook his head angryly.

Andromeda smiled sympathetically.

"Of course, it is your choice at the end of the day" the water boiled and Andromeda took care of that but she continued speaking "When I left with Ted, I was terrified... I wasn't a rebel as you... But eventually I figured out it was the best decision...." Andy served the tea "I would've been miserable marrying Rod and having the life they wanted me to have"

"And you were in love with Ted?" Sirius asked.

"So in love" Andromeda smiled "I have to admit that that love made do crazy things I would've never imagined doing... But it was worthy"

"Yeah..."

Sirius thought of Remus. Would he be able to do that for him?

Andromeda giggled, taking Sirius out of his thoughts.

"Who is she?"

"What?"

"The girl that you've fallen for..."

Sirius felt shivers down his spine.

"How did you..." No. He couldn't finish that sentence.

"Wow... Someone finally won Sirius Black's heart" Andromeda laughed "I bet she is not someone The Black Family would approve, right?"

God... Sirius desperately wanted to share this with Andy. Perhaps he would have done that with Alphard if he was still alive. Andromeda could understand....

"He definitely isn't..." Sirius whispered, giving his attention to the biscuits again.

"Oh!" Andromeda exclaimed "I thought you say you weren't gay?"

She didn't sound disgusted. Like the rest of the family.

"I'm not!" Sirius spat. Andy raised an eyebrow "I don't what I am" he sighed.

Andromeda smiled.

"Oh Sirius..." she hugged him. Sirius was surprised "It's okay... Who is he, then?"

Sirius blushed. But he was more relaxed for Andromeda's good reaction.

"Why do you want to know?"

"I'm curious!" Andromeda shrugged as she laughed "At least tell me his name"

Sirius smiled, still with his cheeks on fire.

"Do you remember Rosie?"

"The girl you used to have a crush on when you were a kid?"

Why did everyone keep saying that?

"I didn't..." Sirius sighed "His name is Remus now"

Remus.... His Moony...

"Oh" Andromeda nodded

"It's called transgender..."

"I know..." Andromeda chuckled "My friend Tammy is trans"

"Oh!" Sirius felt like an idiot. Being raised as a Black didn't precisely taught them those things. Perhaps Andromeda had learned lots of things with Ted.

Andromeda was smiling.

"That's lovely, Sirius" she said "You used to adore each other when you were kids"

Sirius found himself smiling at that thought. Remus and him used to be very close. They spent each minute of the day together. And they talked through walkie talkies at night until they fell asleep. Perhaps he had loved Remus since the first day they met. He just didn't know.

"Do you love him?" Andromeda asked with a smile.

"He makes me really happy" Sirius sighed "I feel so comfortable with him. But at the same time my heart is going to jump of my chest everytime he is around.... I like kissing and hugging him and touching his soft hair. I love the way he knows me like anybody else. I like his fierce but also his calmness. I like the way he puts me in my place when he needs to. I like the way he sees me. I love when he stares like I am the most precious thing but also like I am not just a pretty face. I love how good we are together... I don't know, I've never felt this way about anyone"

There were so much more things to say about Remus. But sometimes these feelings were difficult to explain. Sirius felt so many things. Most of them beautiful but many scary. .

"I am kind of terrified really"

And it was the first time, Sirius had said all of this out loud. He had been trying to fight against his feelings, tried to hide them away and act like it wasn't a big deal.

He didn't know why he had confessed all of this to Andromeda. Maybe because she understood, she felt the same for Ted.

Andromeda smiled "I get it" she said "I used to fight a lot with what I felt for Ted. I knew I wasn't supposed to fancy someone like him. But he made me really happy as well... As time passed, those feelings were so strong I just couldn't hide them.... Honestly, I didn't do a bad thing, I just fell in love" she sighed with tears in her eyes.

"I am sorry The Family was shitty to you" Sirius admitted "I am sorry I didn't do more... I should've written to you, taken your side..." he shook his head "They didn't let me... But I had to try..."

Andromeda squeezed his hand.

"It's okay, Sirius" she smiled "You are here now, aren't you? And I see you are no longer a boy... But a man"

Sirius tried to blink the tears away.

"Don't fight over your feelings for Remus" she added "Just let yourself feel"

Sirius shook his head "I am a mess... I am only going to fuck it up"

"I made Ted go through so much because of my family..." Andromeda said with a sad expression "It wasn't fair to him. But at least it was worthy. And he loved me so much to go through that. And accept every bit of me, even my wicked family..."

Sirius nodded. But it wasn't only his family. Sirius just didn't like himself so much. Sometimes his recklessness and temper scared him. He had made Remus go through so much already...

But he had to admit, it felt nice to find someone with just a similar experience. And to have Andromeda back in his life.

"I tell you, mate" Ted was saying as he and Regulus appeared at the door "You have a natural talent... You are so good... I would love you to be in my band"

"Reggie, a Rockstar?" Sirius asked, adopting his goofy self again "I don't see it"

That made Ted and Andromeda laugh. Regulus rolled his eyes.

"Not my type of vibe" he said "But thanks"

"Okay" Ted shrugged "But you shouldn't waist your talent. You should play again"

"I'll think about it"

Sirius saw Regulus considering it. That made him happy.

"Tea is ready..." Andromeda announced "Help me get all of this to the table" she said as he gave Ted a kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah sure"

As Ted and Reggie helped, Andromeda gave Sirius a smile and a wink. He smiled back.

It had felt nice to talk to his cousin again. They hadn't been particularly close before. But now they could be closer than ever. Alphard might have been gone, but between Regulus and Andromeda, Sirius still felt like he had a family.

#marauders #maraudersera #muggleau #sirius black #andromeda black #andromeda tonks #remus lupin #trans remus lupin #wolfstar #ted tonks #tedromeda #alphard black #regulus black

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mack-anthology-mp3 · 11 months

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Aotearoa Music Month

It's almost the end of NZ Music Month, here are my personal favourite Aotearoa artists and a few song recommendations :)

(If you listen to one song from the list make it Old Peel)

Aldous Harding. Words cannot explain the sheer bonkersness of Aldous Harding. One of her earliest songs shares the name but seemingly little else with Titus Groan, the gothic-fantasy novel by Mervyn Peake, and the music video for 'Lawn' features her in a prosthetic lizard tail. Performing live, she often stares straight ahead as though she is not quite sure why you're all looking at her. Her songs, sometimes joyous (The Barrel, Fever, Lawn), and sometimes yearning (Pilot, Party) sometimes just bored (Ennui), are all unmistakably her. Her last few albums have been produced by PJ Harvey collaborator John Parish, and her band includes multi-instrumentalist H. Hawkline (Cate Le Bon collaborator). 2022's Warm Chris was my favourite album of the year, I listened to it almost everyday for two months, the standout line (from 'Fever' being 'the weather/opened up like a birthday card' which is just beautiful. Her best song, though, I think is 'Old Peel', a 2021 single in which the percussion is Harding banging on a coffee mug with a stick. And she does this live as well.

2. The Beths. The Beths are one of those wonderful indie bands whose music all sounds so cheerful but the songs are all about the crushing weight of your insecurities. They've released 3 studios albums and an EP, but I reckon their debut, Future Me Hates Me, is their best one - standout tracks are the title track, 'Happy Unhappy' and 'Uptown Girl'. Their sounds is a mix of contemporary indie pop (lots of chirpy backup vocals) and classic indie rock dirt, especially on 'Future Me Hates Me', though their new stuff is pretty heavy live. They also use a lot of the old NZ made amps and gear that was made here in the 60s and 70s when it was too expensive to import stuff( ask any adult who was in a band here when they were younger and they'll probably have one). 'I Want to Listen' from last years' 'Expert In A Dying Field' is really lovely, if you aren't in the mood for songs about not knowing if you're lovable cos they've got a fair few of those.

3. Voom. Voom are probably on the lesser known side, but their 2006 album 'Hello, Are You There' is right up there with Grandaddy and Built to Spill. It's one of those albums with like 17 songs but some of them are less than a minute long. Beautiful indie rock, full of classic stuff like 'Jimmy's Got A Boner' 'My Friend Satan' and 'I'm Leaving Forever'. The best song on the album is 'B Your Boy', which I could listen to for a very long time, and we're going to cover it in my band and I'm so excited. It's just a perfect song.

Those are my top three (at the moment) honourable mentions are -

Reb Fountain - I saw her live. It was scary. I loved it.

Marlon Williams - last year he invented a genre, Māori disco pop, wrote the most danceable song of the year (My Boy), and played bongos on 'Come To Me' (Björk cover) live.

Vera Ellen - Some nice pissed off indie rock. 'I Want 2 B Boy' is very cool.

Pickle Darling - very vibey bedroom pop, lots of delightful little tunes. Also they work at a record store in my hometown and is always really friendly when I'm in there :)

Tiny Ruins - I'm not the most familiar with their stuff but one of my friends tells me to listen to them all the time so they must be good. Indie folk.

The Clean - Dunedin sound band, not super familiar with them but they have a song called 'Point That Thing Somewhere Else' which sounds like Sonic Youth but somehow even cooler.

Dimmer - 'I Believe You Are A Star' sort of like Portishead, by ex-Straightjacket Fits musician Shanye Carter. loudest show I've ever been to.

This one song called 'Gaskrankinstation' by the Headless Chickens, it's hella dark but pretty damn cool. post-punk.

Special Mention to Flying Nun Records, the actual coolest record label.

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Today's compilation:

Totally Hits 3 2000 Alternative Rock / Pop-Rock / Pop / R&B / Adult Contemporary / Teen Pop

Time for yet another fun turn-of-the-millennium trip down memory lane, folks! Yesterday we got into a dispatch from America's bestselling contemporary hits series, Now That's What I Call Music!, but today we've got something from what was once their greatest competitor instead: Totally Hits.

And the biggest difference between these two series was ultimately the partnerships between the labels that put them out: the US version of Now was the result of a link-up between Capitol, EMI, Universal, Virgin, and their many subsidiaries, and Totally Hits represented Sony, BMG, Warner, Elektra, Atlantic, and their many subsidiaries. Now always wound up having the upper hand with the more popular collective catalog, but Totally Hits wasn't any slouch, either, even if they were Now's perpetual kid sister.

So, here we have a pretty solid collection of late 90s and early 2000s commercial fare that should provide for a nice nostalgia rush, but the most glaring omission on this third Totally Hits installment is that there aren't any boy bands at all. And that's because, by the time this album had come out, NSYNC—who had made an appearance on the prior volume—had successfully left their label, RCA, citing the glaring and overt exploitative practices of their manager, Lou Pearlman. And as a result, at the height of the teen pop explosion, the massive conglomerate that made up Totally Hits only had acts like Christina Aguilera and Vitamin C to show for it, whereas Now, with Jive Records appearing to fall under their umbrella, had not only NSYNC, but also the Backstreet Boys and Britney Spears as well. And as a result, Totally Hits suffered because of it.

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But TH wasn't to be totally ignored, because their releases still had plenty of good pop music on them, and although they may have faltered in the teen pop arena, where they seemed to make up for it was in alternative pop-rock and R&B, with late 90s-early 00s entities like Matchbox Twenty, Barenaked Ladies, and Third Eye Blind holding down the rock side of things, while dominant forces like Whitney Houston and Toni Braxton were able to supply some of the quality R&B.

And another dimension that Totally Hits had that Now really didn't was country. I might dislike the pair of tunes that TH selected here for this album, between Faith Hill's super poppy "The Way You Love Me,“ and John Michael Montgomery's eyeroll-inducing and deeply Christian-overtoned "The Little Girl," but including a very popular genre that Now wasn't paying much of any mind to at all definitely helped Totally Hits to differentiate themselves.

So, I'd expect a lot of people to be familiar with most of these songs, but two that I'd like to point out especially are Dido's "Here With Me" and Next's "Wifey." Both of these acts each had a hit that was far more popular than the one that ended up on this album—Dido's "Thank You," which was also liberally sampled for Eminem's "Stan," and Next's "Too Close," a #1 hit song about trying to suppress an erection while grinding on someone 😂. But "Here With Me," which was actually Dido's debut single, is a beautiful piece of tender female singer-songwriter pop, and "Wifey," the lead single off of Next's sophomore album, is a terrific slice of dreamy and softly funky male group R&B.

So if you're ever trying to piece together an eclectic representation of a turn-of-the-millennium American commercial pop music landscape, Now is, of course, essential, but it'd be foolish to sleep on what Totally Hits had to offer, because while Now was definitely better, they weren't monopolistic, and TH was there to capitalize on that circumstance.

Highlights:

Pink - "Some Girls" Matchbox Twenty - "Bent" Vertical Horizon - "Everything You Want" Third Eye Blind - "Deep Inside of You" Barenaked Ladies - "Pinch Me" Dido - "Here With Me" Toni Braxton - "He Wasn't Man Enough" Christina Aguilera - "What a Girl Wants" Next - "Wifey" Vitamin C - "Graduation" The Corrs - "Breathless" Whitney Houston - "Fine"

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