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cookybananas · 11 days

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This Wasn't The Plan (Former!Anakin Skywalker x Reader)

Angsty. Spoiler alert: main character dies

When an old friend reaches out to you asking for help, but the mission doesn't go as planned.

This is set 9 years after the events of Revenge of the Sith. Your former lover, Anakin Skywalker, has turned to the dark side and had become a Sith Lord by the name of Darth Vader. But you don't know that. You believed in Obi-Wan's lie that Anakin had died on Mustafar and that the Republic had fallen into the hands of the Sith Lord, Darth Sidious who had created the Empire. The hunt for surviving Jedi ensues. This forces you and Obi-Wan to go your separate ways and into hiding to protect yourselves from the inquisitors who are on the hunt for the both of you.

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I packed some rations in my bag, the last thing I needed before heading out. I looked at my lightsaber that was on my bed, deciding if I should bring it or not. After putting some thought to it, I sigh to myself, clipping it to the belt of my old Jedi robe I was currently wearing. I set out to meet up with Obi Wan at the coordinates he had sent me. It had been 9 years since I had seen my good friend. I didn't think he would ever contact me again, especially through the force. But apparently this was an urgent matter.

Obi-Wan told me there wasn't much information given to him when he reached out to me. Apparently he had gotten a holographic message from an unknown individual, saying that there were some former Jedis needing our help on the planet of Kashyyyk. I was hesitant at first about the mission, but he convinced me to come along with him. Plus, it's not like I had anything better to do with my life. I was a scavenger, I tore apart ships and weapons from the Empire and resold the parts to make a living off of them. I didn't earn much, but it was enough to keep me alive.

The Jedi had fallen years ago from Order 66. My masters, my fellow Jedi who I had trained with, the younglings whom I taught, most of them didn't make it from the purge--they were all killed. Anakin, the love of my life was killed right before the Empire had rose to power, I lost my best friend; Padme. Obi-Wan and I had gone our separate ways and went into hiding. Just when we thought everything was going well at the time, that glory had dissolved as if it were nothing.

There have been many times I had cried myself to sleep at the thought of losing Anakin. Part of me still believes that he's alive somewhere in the star system and part of me wants to believe what Obi-Wan has told me; that Anakin is truly dead and that I need to move on to live for myself. As much as I wanted to reach out through the force to him, I couldn't. I was worried that an inquisitor was nearby and could sense me. Or worse, the belligerent Darth Vader who has been in a pursuit of killing Jedi since they had they had fallen. I had to close myself off the force many years ago. Now that Obi-Wan needs me, this puts the both of us at risk of falling into the hands of the Empire and Darth Vader.

"It's good to see you again my old friend." Obi-Wan said, embracing me into a tight hug, to which I happily returned. Obi-Wan aged quite a bit the last time I saw him. The wrinkles around his eyes were prominent now, his beard grown out and untamed.

"And you as well Obi. Maker...it's been so long." I said, getting a little teary-eyed at our little reunion. Obi-Wan looked at me with sad eyes, nodding in agreement.

"Well, we have a long way to Kashyyyk, that should give us time to catch up Y/N." He gave me a small smile, as we made our way into his small ship, setting course to Kashyyyk to help our Jedi brothers and sisters.

"Do you have a plan?" I spoke up, breaking the long period of silence between us. Obi-Wan scoffed at my question.

"Well of course I do Y/N, you didn't think I would go in blindly would you?" He replied, smiling to himself. I snorted at his response, reminding me the many memories I have of him, Anakin, and I back in the days of the Clone Wars. Anakin and I were the ones that would go guns-blazing in during missions. Obi-Wan would always be the person coming up with the plans beforehand, to which sometimes Anakin and I did follow, sometimes.

Obi-Wan runs over the plan with me. The coordinates that he was provided had given us a location at a base in the lush forests of Kashyyyk. Apparently that's where the Jedi are said to be located. Once we land, we would split up to find any remaining Jedi and relocate them back to Alderaan. Obi-Wan had been in touch with Bail Organa since the fall of the Republic and had informed him about this mission.

The ship lands on an empty landing pad that was located outside the entrance of what looked like an abandoned temple. Obi-Wan and I exit out the ship, taking a look around our surroundings.

"I've got a bad feeling about this" I spoke up, scanning the environment.

"Meet me back here in an hour. If you can find any Jedi, we'll relocate them to Alderaan." Obi-Wan said.

"Sounds good to me." I responded. We both make our way into the temple, going separate ways once we enter.

The Sith Lord stands tall as he gazes at the stars through the windows of the ship. He ponders to himself, when all of sudden he felt something in the force. Assuming that the presence was belonging to his former master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. Vader smiles to himself for being able to finally have Obi-Wan walk into his trap after what he had done to him all those years ago. But then he felt the pull become stronger and stronger by the moment. No... it can't be, the Sith Lord thinks to himself. It couldn't possibly be her. Y/N... You died 9 years ago. The remnants of your ship were in pieces when he had searched for you. You couldn't have survived the impact at the state of ship he found it in. When Anakin--Vader, had found the japor snippet that he had given you was on the ground, it pushed him further to believe that you had died on impact. He believed your clones got to you when Order 66 occurred. He blamed himself for causing your death. You deserved a better fate. But at the same time, he didn't want you to see what he had become.

Vader pushed his thoughts to the side. Still believing that you had died all those years ago.

A good amount of time had passed. I wasn't sure how long it had been but it surely has been over an hour. I hadn't seen any Jedi yet, yet alone any traces of any Jedi being here. Something isn't right, I know it isn't because the force has been trying to tell me something since we landed.

I felt another presence in the force. It didn't feel like it was Obi-Wan. I froze in place, hearing footsteps in the distance; becoming closer and closer to me. I turn around, igniting my lightsaber as I was met with an inquisitor standing behind me with their double-bladed lightsaber already ignited.

"Well, well, you're not definitely Kenobi. But I'll gladly take you in as well." The inquisitor said, stepping closer to me as I took a step back. I wasn't fit to fight them. It had been years since I last fought with my lightsaber. Without thinking, I immediately turned around and ran away from the inquisitor. I took out my comlink to get a hold of Obi-Wan as I ran to find the exit.

"OBI-WAN, IT'S A TRAP!!" I yelled into the comlink, but I was met with static in response. The connection wasn't strong, perhaps the inquisitors had intercepted our communication or the connection on Kashyyyk just wasn't as good.

I found myself in what looked like an abandoned throne room. I hid myself behind the throne, trying to catch my breath as I tried to disconnect my force signature so the inquisitor wouldn't find me as easily. I cursed myself for agreeing to come along with Obi-Wan on this fallacious mission.

As the footsteps of the inquisitor drew nearer and nearer to the room. I overheard the inquisitor's voice, as if they were talking to someone else. I peaked my head over the throne to see the inquisitor in the doorway talking to a holographic figure on their wrist.

"Lord Vader, it's important that you know that not only one Jedi has fallen into your trap but two." The inquisitor said boastfully, holding up a hologram of Lord Vader.

"Very well inquisitor. Locate them now. I will deal with Kenobi and his friend accordingly. I want them alive." Lord Vader's mechanical voice booming through the hologram.

"Yes my lord." The inquisitor turns off the hologram, scoffing to themselves and kicking a pebble off the ground. "Why do they matter to you this much?" the inquisitor says under his mouth.

I held my breath, hoping that the inquisitor doesn't walk into the room I'm in. When I don't see them in the door way I make a run towards the door, only to be stopped by the inquisitor.

"Nice try, but I have orders to follow Jedi scum." the inquisitor spat at me, blocking the doorway. I furrow my eyebrows, igniting my lightsaber again.

"You won't take me alive."

"I wish I didn't have to, but I have orders from Lord Vader himself." the inquisitors says before swinging their double-bladed lightsaber. Our lightsabers clashing with one another. I try catching my breath as I fight the inquisitor, but the 9 years without fighting, has made me lose some abilities in my Jedi skills.

"I see the years have not been kind to you. You're out of shape grandma." the inquisitor comments. I grunt in response and roundhouse kick the inquisitor, sending them flying across the room. The inquisitor gets back on their feet again and darts towards me.

Just when I think I can take them down, the inquisitor's blade makes contact with my shoulder. I cry out in pain as I'm thrown off balance. I step back, grasping my shoulder that was just cut. The cut was bright red and burning.

The inquisitor laughs at my pathetic state. Determined to take down this inquisitor, I run towards them with my saber. I was able to dodge their first swing, but on the second swing, the inquisitor's blade had found itself impaled through my stomach. I let out a gasp. The inquisitor looking surprised at themselves at what they did.

The inquisitor draws their blade back. My saber falls out of my hand and rolls away from me as my body hits the ground. I clutch the part of my stomach where I had been just stabbed.

I try to control my breathing as I watched as the inquisitor walk out the room without saying a word to me. The building starts rumbling, as if it was starting to crumble down.

Then next thing I know, I see Obi-Wan running into the room, running up to me.

"Y/N!" Obi-Wan kneels down and cradles me in his arms. He brushes a strand a hair away from my face, his hand now holding one of my hands.

"Y/N stay with me now. I'm gonna get you out of here." Obi-Wan looks at me and looks down at my wound. His eyes were filled with panic with the hole inside my stomach.

"O-Obi Wan, you have to go." I said weakly, looking at him.

"I won't leave you here Y/N." He responded, squeezing my hand and body tightly.

"Y-you'll die here." I said as the building starts to crumble piece by piece. Pieces of stone and debris falling from the ceiling.

"Don't say such nonsense, we have to go" He pleaded.

"Obi-Wan...My place is here.. and... he's here...I can sense him." I breathe out. The hole in my stomach making it harder for me to breathe.

Obi-Wan's eyes widen. He knew he was here as well. Obi-Wan was about to lift me off the ground until I spoke up.

"Leave me here Obi-Wan...Get out of here...S-save..your..self" I huffed out my last breath.

Your body goes limp in the arms of Obi-Wan. The last thing you saw was a dark figure, watching from the doorway before your body succumbed to your injury. Vader... You whispered under your final breath before dying in the arms of Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan lets out a strangled cry. He closes your eyelids as the feeling of guilt creeps up on him. But the mourning over his good friend was short-lived. Obi-Wan freezes in place as he feels Vader's presence nearby. When he looked up, he saw the Sith Lord standing by the doorway, menacingly. Obi-Wan, lays your body down on the cold stone floor, now towering over your body to square up with the Sith Lord.

Vader who had been watching the entire situation unravel, his breathing became heavier as he starts to hyperventilate. Causing the temple to shake even more, pieces of the temple fell down around them. He had felt you, he felt your pain. Your first cry was enough to have the Sith Lord come and look for you, but your second cry was enough for him to feel the amount pain you were in.

"What have you done?!" Vader's mechanical voice barked, echoing through the room.

"This was your doing Anakin!" His former master retorted. Vader slowly makes his way over to him, striding menacingly to where Obi-Wan and your lifeless body was.

Obi-Wan backs up away from Vader. Vader kneels next your body and touches the nape of your neck to find a pulse to confirm that you weren't dead, but it was too late. He clenched his fist and lets out a booming cry. Obi-Wan couldn't see it, but he was crying under the mask. The building continue to shake more under his agony.

"Leave. Now." He said, glancing back up at his former master. Obi-Wan was hesitant at first, but soon nodded in response and made his way out of the crumbling building towards his ship.

Vader scooped up your body and carried you bridal style out of the building, making sure to give you a proper burial once he landed on a planet worthy of your funeral. As he makes his way out, he and Obi Wan look at each other one last time before Obi-Wan takes off in his ship.

Vader boards his ship, laying your body down on the table. He takes off his helmet, revealing his long blonde locks and handsome face that were still in pristine condition. He examines your face for sometime. Forgetting how beautiful you were. The years have not been kind to you. He noticed how your cheekbones are more prominent now, perhaps due to lack of food and having to remain in hiding. He brushed your hair with his gloved hand and started whispering all the things he wanted to tell you. He wanted to start a family with you after the war was over, but it is far too late for that now. He wanted to raise his family on Naboo, or Alderaan. The life he dreamt with you, had diminished the day he founds the remains of your ship.

He started to feel guilty for being the reason of causing you a great deal of suffering and now, he was now the reason for your death. He sat next to your body and had held your left hand that still bore the wedding ring he made for you. You both had gotten secretly married on Naboo, just right after the Clone Wars had begun.

After a good amount of time had passed, Anakin--Vader had eventually gotten up from his seat and took off his cape to cover your body with it.

This wasn't how the mission was supposed to go. He didn't expect you to be here, let alone be alive. All he wanted was his revenge on Kenobi, but little did he know that you would be caught in the middle of it.

The guilt that Obi-Wan had felt was unbearable at first. He wished he didn't rope you into this mission. He didn't think for one second that this could have been a trap for himself and for the both of you. Obi-Wan lives out his days with a heavy heart for being the reason you died.

Vader spends the next several years alone, wondering about the day he will kick the bucket. It isn't until one day, a new hope emerges and relieves from him the dark side. Where he would redeem himself and be reunited with you as your force ghost had waited a long time for him to join you in the afterlife. Together, you both spend an eternity together without having to suffer ever again.

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morfiveuscxo · 10 months

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THIEF, H.Brown

Hobie Browne x fem!!supervillain!!reader summary: y/n and Spider-Punk have always had a complicated relationship, torn between fighting and flirting most of the time. But that gets put to the test when danger is afoot. tw!! swearing, kissing? violence, sexual innuendos notes - I am yet to read the Spider-Punk comics so if some of this doesn't seem accurate to his world I do deeply apologise- I'll be doing research whilst writing to make sure I don't mess anything up for him :)

"COULD YOU ACTUALLY KEEP WATCH THIS TIME?"HER ACOMPLACE, MAX, SPOKE TOWARDS A DAYDREAMING Y/N.

She snickered and glanced to him. --"I always keep watch."She said simply. He hummed in response as he picked the lock of the British museum.

"And yet somehow- Spider-Punk always somehow manages to stop us before we can even steal anything."His tone held annoyance to which she only grinned in response. --"Spider-Man."She corrected with a pointed finger.

"He hates being called Spider-Punk."She informed him, shrugging after receiving a look from Max. --"Are you certain you don't know his identity?"He scoffed, returning to picking the lock.

"Positive, Max."She lied, her blue eyes moving to staring straight forward.

Her relationship with Spider-Punk was weird from the very beginning but it only got weirder when she figured out who he was under that funny-looking mask.

Hobie Brown.

What's funnier about her knowing his identity is that he has no idea that she knows. She had seen him unmask in an alley months ago. And though she wasn't entirely close with Hobie, to begin with- she knew if she started randomly speaking to him a lot more than she normally would it would arise suspicion.

Believe me, she wanted nothing more than to randomly start speaking to him more, get to know the man beneath the spider-suit but she ultimately decided that it was a terrible idea.

Hobie Brown was better off not knowing that she knows.

"Alright, I don't trust you enough."She snapped her offended attention to Max who had finished picking the lock. --"You get the stuff and I'll keep watch."He ordered.

She sighed but nodded in agreement. --"At least I don't get the boring job this time."She hummed as she disappeared through the museum doors.

Her long blonde hair cascaded down her suit which prompted her to lift her hands and tie it into a ponytail. y/n came from a long line of family burglars unfortunately so she knew exactly how to dress and act when she was stealing from somewhere.

Thus she was dressed in a black bodysuit, and combat boots sat on her feet. She also wore a mask which was tied firmly around her head with a piece of thick ribbon.

Tilting her head back, she glanced around the museum with a small smile on her face. She had never actually been to a museum before. She never had the opportunity to due to her father's demands.

Reaching into her hip bag she pulled out a pouch of white dust. Emptying some onto her gloved hand, she put the pouch back into her bag.

Swallowing nervously she lifted both hands, slapping her hands together so the dust could spread around the room successfully. Within seconds she could see where the security lasers in the room were.

There weren't many, surprisingly.

Eyeing the ones in front of her, she took a few steps back before running forward- successfully dodging the lasers. She stood in the middle of the room just as her phone buzzed.

Her eyebrows pulled together in surprise as she pulled the device out. Her father was always strict to not send anyone messages during a heist so her phone buzzing was incredibly surprising.

MAX - LOOK OUT!! sent at 23:28

Just as she was about to make her way back to Max to figure out what the fuck was going on there was a loud bang.

This loud bang was an explosion coming from the front of the museum. Her eyes widened as she started running towards the back- taking notice of how the lasers had disappeared- the security system must have been destroyed.

Another explosion sounded- this one packing a way bigger punch than the first. The force of the explosion sent her flying, nearby exhibits collapsing at the impact.

She had collapsed to the ground, curling herself up into ball to avoid any pieces of structure falling on her. Once the shaking of the building had come to a stop she pushed herself up to sit on her knees, her eyes wide with confusion.

Just as she turned her attention to the front of the museum a group of thugs come waltzing in, guns in hand. And Max in hand.

Her gaze darkened as she rose to her feet, catching the attention of the one in front.

"well if it isn't, Black Cat."He snickered, he pointed to Max with his gun carelessly. --"Should have known you'd be here if you're little bitch was."He spoke.

She hummed as she walked closer, stepping over pieces of wreckage. The man instantly turned the gun on her prompting her to lift her hands up in defence.

"Drop what you've nicked."He demands. She chuckled and shook her head. --"I haven't even stolen anything yet."She informed him.

The click of his gun is heard as he fires a warning shot to the ground just next to Max, causing the man to flinch in surprise.

"You think am an idiot? Drop it."the gunsman snapped at her. The second the sentence left his lips a web shot out from above, sticking to the mans gun and pulling it away from him.

"Nah."A familiar voice spoke and y/n had to fight the smile on her face. --"I reckon you're an idiot, mate."

Hobie dropped down out of nowhere, standing a couple of feet away from y/n. --"Good one, Spider-Punk." she told him sarcastically, smiling brightly in his direction that she had no doubt he was scrunching his nose up at.

"Don't just gawk you fuckin' idiots!!"the shooter snapped to his men. --"Shoot them."He demanded.

This demand had y/n snapping her head forward in surprise just as an arm suddenly wrapped itself around her figure as she goes flying suddenly.

Hobie, upon hearing the demand had instantly grabbed ahold of y/n to swing her to safety somewhere. He didn't want her getting hurt in the process of him taking these shooters down.

He landed them somewhere behind a pillar, that was as best as he could do without risking being shot at.

"My hero."She mocked as she pressed her back against the pillar, peeking around the corner. --"'don't believe in heroes."He reminded her and she chuckled and glanced at him.

"Then what exactly are you doing, spider?"She mocked. He shrugged and gestured to her, --"Rescuin' a damsel."He responded just as mockingly.

"Lucky for you"She reached into her boot to pull out her own handgun. --"I don't need rescuing." she spoke, leaning forward to glance around the pillar.

"Where the fuck did you get tha'?"He asked, surprised at the weapon she had pulled. --"2293 mind your own business street."She responded as she suddenly moved from one pillar to another.

"What is with the mask? that one's new." He gestured to the mask on her face. --"Oh you don't like?" She teased, turning her head to his.

"Didn't say that, love." He responded, smirking underneath the mask. She smirked and leaned forward a little, --"I'll be sure to wear it more often, then."She told him. His gaze fell to her thigh highs.

"What else you got in those?" He questioned, gesturing to her boots. The smirk never wiped from her face. --"Wouldn't you like to know." She retaliated, her eyelids hooded as she stared up at him.

Hobie swallowed as y/n suddenly moved again from the pillar they were behind to another one, her gun drawn.

He debated staying by her side but ultimately settled on taking down the shooters before they actually hurt someone. y/n watched him disappear up to the roof and she turned her attention forward.

She wasn't actually considering killing anyone, the gun was simply for protection. Spotting one of the shooters she sneaked around the edge of another pillar before running forward and sweeping his legs with her own causing him to fall to his back, she kicked his gun away with her feet and delivered a swift punch to the side of his head, knocking him out instantly.

The click of a gun made her snap her head to the side in surprise only to see the same shooter as before, this time with the gun pointed at Max.

"you're ruining everything you bitch, "he snapped at her as her eyes flickered to Max. --"Let my brother go."She demanded, her voice strong.

The shooter only chuckled at the demand, failing to see the way she had angled her gun in her hands. --"Not happening."he mocked just as she pulled the trigger.

The bullet lodged itself into the shooter's foot. He let out a loud cry of pain, releasing Max as he fell to his ass. y/n rushed over to her brother to make sure he wasn't injured which he wasn't thankfully.

But she was too busy checking on her brother that she completely missed the gun that was pointed in her direction.

BANG!!

A bullet came hurling in her direction, grazing over the corner of her shoulder. A loud cry of pain passed her lips as she doubled over, her hand instantly flying to her shoulder.

Max's eyes widen and he instantly grabs the gun from y/n's hold, pointing it towards the man who had shot at her, shooting him straight through the shoulder.

y/n fell to her knees, grunting in pain as she pressed against her injury. Max kneeled down next to his sister, a worried expression on his face but he knew they didn't have time to dilly dally here.

"y/n, hey- look at me."He cradled her face in his hands. --"We have to get out of here before we're taken."He reminded her, nodding towards Hobie who was nearly finished up with the last remaining shooters.

She huffed out and nodded her head. --"I know. You take the roads I'll take the alley like usual."She mumbled as she stumbled to her feet. Max shook his head.

"You're injured we shouldn't split up-"He attempted to argue but shut up the second y/n shot him a look.

"Road way. Got it."He mumbled, taking a few steps backwards before running off.

Turning her head, y/n kneeled down next to the guy that she had knocked out, ripping off some of his shirt to tie around her injured shoulder.

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She staggered down an alley, a hand pressed to her shoulder instinctively. Her hand clutched the gun she had stolen from the man she had knocked out, worried she would run into more trouble.

Tonight could have gone a lot smoother.

Not only did she get injured but she had failed to steal anything of meaning from the museum. Boy, was her dad going to be pissed at her and Max.

Perhaps that was why she was taking her time walking through this alley. She could have been home a while ago but she slowed her steps- wishing to enjoy the peace she was getting in that moment.

Not to mention she was going to have to be stitched up and she knew that was going to hurt like a bitch.

"That looks like it hurts a belter."

Her eyes widen and she instantly spun around, the gun pointed at the source of the voice. She relaxed somewhat when seeing Hobie hanging there, upside down, his face covered by his mask.

"Are you following me, bug? I'm flattered." She mused taking a step forward as she dropped her arm holding the gun.

He only chuckled in response. --"You're a wanted thief aren't ya?"He asked sarcastically to which she hummed and nodded her head, pouting her bottom lip as she walked closer to the upside down man.

"You have to be a good thief to actually be wanted."She said with a chuckle, deciding to slip the gun into her boot. She raised an eyebrow, --"You not going to take me in?"

Hobie didn't respond for a moment. --"Nah. I'm not gonna to take you in, y/n."

She was surprised to hear her real name come from him. --"Ah. You know my name now." She put on a brave face as she lifted a hand to pull off his mask. --"Hobie." She finished as she pulled his mask off fully, clutching the fabric in-between her gloved hands.

Hobie didn't have a surprised look on his face. He looked calm and concerned. --"How long have you known?" She questioned after a moment of silence.

"A while. You?"

She raised both of her eyebrows. --"Ditto."

She lifted a finger to press against his eyebrow piercing. --"Always liked you're piercings." She hummed, dropping her eyes to look into his brown ones.

"You goin' to get on with it or not?"He said boldly, she quirked an eyebrow as she scoffed a small laugh, taking another step forward.

And as she leaned closer, she glanced down, taking his shut eyes as consent enough to press her lips against his. Her hands lifted to rest against the side of his face, no longer caring that her shoulder was in agony cos holy fuck she was kissing Hobie Brown.

Hobie, being upside down of course, leaned into the kiss as much as he possibly could but left all the work up to y/n who moved her lips tenderly against his.

They had both wanted this for a while and now knowing who one another was helped significantly with getting across the finish line.

Hobie dropped one of his hands from above him to rest on the back of y/n's head, pushing her further. His fingers tangled themselves in her blonde ponytail, taking enjoyment in twirling chunks of her hair between his fingers.

Of course they knew they couldn't do this for the rest of the night and they are reminded of that fact when a sudden pain shot through y/n's arm causing her to let out an abrupt gasp of pain against Hobie's lips.

She hissed and retracted her lips, leaning her forehead against his chin as she removed her hand from his face and placed it over her injured shoulder.

"you need patchin'" He informed her like it was old news. She chuckled through the pain and nodded her head, shutting her eyes as she tried steadying her heart rate.

The thud of him dropping to the ground in front of her didn't make her open her eyes, she kept them shut, resisting the urge to squeeze her shoulder.

"you can crash at mine, tonight."He told her. Now that did make her snap her eyes open.

"What? Hobie I can't, my dad-"

"You're dad's going to be nicked tonight."he blurted out causing her to pause, her eyes wide.

Hobie was fully aware of the difficult situation that y/n was in with her dad. All of her friends knew that she had a weird relationship with him. And when Hobie found out that she was Black Cat he finally understood why she always seemed so afraid to even mention him.

y/n's dad had been forcing her to steal since she was a child but that could all finally stop if he was going to prison.

"You're free, y/n."He informed her.

y/n hated her father. Always has. He had taught her to steal since she was 5- abusing her when she refused. She had never wanted to be a thief in the first place, she wanted to be an artist. But her dad had always only had money in mind.

But if he was going to be prison she wouldn't have to do this anymore.

Without warning she had lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Hobie's waist. Hobie didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her figure, accepting the hug without a seconds thought.

She pulled back, a small smile on her face as she lifted her hand to pull off her mask. Hobie smiled at that. She handed him back his mask as he noded to her shoulder.

"Let's head to mine."

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a/n this was so shit and I apologise- I was actually thinking about making this an actual book on my wattpad cos I like the idea of this very much- I had to rush everything into this one I apologise- apologies if the kiss seemed rushed- if I do decide to make it a book it will be the complete opposite I promise!!

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muddyorbsblr · 1 year

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the new sorcerer supreme pt1

Part of the 500 Follower Celebration See my full list of works here!

Requested by: @rmoonstoner

Summary: After the events of Endgame, Carol Danvers gave you a device to send a signal to virtually any and every known receiver in the galaxy. After three years of silence, the device finally beeped with a response.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: mentions of Thanos; mentions of major character deaths; grief; angst; derogatory use of the word 'whore'

Beep beep beep

Your spine immediately straightened at the foreign sound echoing around your otherwise silent apartment. You knew every single alarm from every device and appliance in this apartment, and that was definitely something new.

And there was only one device in here that had alarms you'd never heard.

Beep beep beep

Immediately you rushed to the case that housed the intergalactic-caliber paging device that Carol had given you after the final battle with Thanos, the very same one where you wielded a modified version of Loki's scepter that synthesized the powers of the mind stone. Enough to give you an advantage. Enough to make sure you held your own despite being a simple human among the admittedly more formidable allies that surrounded you.

Enough that you had the mad titan on his knees when you and Wanda tag teamed the son of a bitch for ripping out your hearts and crushing them. In your case literally.

Carol said that you could use the device to send out a signal to any receiver in the entire galaxy. She also said that if you were right, and the one you were looking for was truly out there, then you should send out something that only the two of you would know. So you sent out something you two would often say when the other got too lost in their thoughts: Come back to me.

And now that very same device was beeping for the first time in three years.

With shaking hands you opened the case, gently grasping the device and lifting it out, hope once again blooming in your heart that perhaps your days would no longer be lonely. For the first time since Thor pulled you aside after the Battle in Wakanda to inform you of your lover's fate, your future felt full of promise.

That optimism was quickly extinguished once you read the message that the device received. It wasn't the words that you were expecting, not by a long shot.

Found you. You will pay for what you and your friends did to our Master. Jotun's whore.

A chill ran down your spine, quickly spreading throughout your entire body, all the way to your fingertips. You quickly set down the device back in its case, rushing to your phone to reach out to someone you knew was likely the most capable one to help you in defending yourself against your incoming adversaries.

"Y/N?" he answered after two rings. "What's wrong? Are you alright?"

"Strange. I think I'm in trouble."

It didn't even take thirty seconds before a portal opened in the middle of your living room, and in walked Stephen Strange and Wong, looking ready to battle whoever they may encounter inside the apartment.

"There's no one here," you explained. "Not yet, anyway." You motioned toward your couch. "Why don't you two sit down and I'll explain what I've been up to the last three years that got me into this mess."

When you'd finished telling them about the device and the signal you sent out, Stephen spoke first. "Y/N, I know this will be hard to hear, but Loki's dead. He's been dead for eight years now. If he really was out there, don't you think he would've answered your page already?"

You sighed. "I know. It's probably stupid to even keep the damn thing here, basically giving those cultists of Thanos a homing beacon to latch on to. A big intergalactic red neon sign saying 'she's here!'"

"But how do you know that these are followers of the mad titan?" Wong inquired.

You took a deep breath before you spoke. "When we fought Thanos three years ago, the henchmen that I was able to put down…They all called me 'the whore of Jotunheim's King'. The less wordy ones called me 'Jotun's whore'. So while I can't be completely sure, because who knows these space alien folk might be the type to share hot goss around the galaxy and somehow that became my galactic nickname? But I can make a pretty good inference that these are followers of Thanos that somehow got overlooked by Stark's Snap."

"Y/N you have to get rid of the device. You're leading them straight to you," Strange instructed, a look of concern evident on his face.

"I can't, Stephen."

"Why not?!"

"Because if I do, that means it's over!" you snapped, tears brimming in your eyes as you said the words. "If I get rid of it, it means that I'm letting him go. I bury any hope in my heart that he's somewhere out there, and maybe it's just taking longer for my message to be received. I get rid of the device, it means that I've accepted that the rest of my life will be desolate and cold. I can't accept that, and you of all people should understand."

Strange put his head in his hand, rubbing his brows in visible frustration, but ultimately relenting. "You're right. I'm sorry. But that device is still going to lead them right to you. I can think of one possible spell that could deflect their perception of you and the device, but it's beyond either of our powers. All I can do is maybe do a spell that could give you some enhanced abilities that could help you defend yourself. Basically as if you're getting my powers. On a loan."

"That's…that's really generous of you, but I'm curious. Aren't you two supposed to be like some of the most powerful individuals this side of the universe or something?"

"Yes, that is true. But to perform the spell that Strange mentioned? This might be beyond our powers, Y/N. You will need to consult with the Sorcerer Supreme."

Wong's response had you taken aback. "But I thought that…one of you was the Sorcerer Supreme?" you asked, pointing your finger at them.

"Not anymore. About a year ago, I woke up and the augmented powers I received from being declared Sorcerer Supreme were gone. There's a new one, and whoever it is, they're not in any of the sanctums around the world. They're not in Kamar Taj, either. They're going through great lengths to stay hidden, keep their identity a secret," Strange explained. "Now, I can't tell you who it is. I'm sorry. It's beyond me. But I can at least tell you where you can start looking."

You nodded eagerly, ready to find whoever this was, and get their help beating the asses of whoever was coming for you. For giving you hope even for a sliver of a moment that maybe the love of your life could still be out there, trying to find a way back home. "I'm ready. I'll go anywhere."

"New Asgard."

Well…at least you'd be able to check in on an old friend while you were looking for this new Sorcerer Supreme. "Alright…" You looked between the two sorcerers. "Any chance you could conjure me up a portal there?"

You watched as a fond smile graced Stephen's face. "Of course. Just one more thing. Gimme your arm." You held out your arm and he clasped one hand over it, chanting a quick spell. When he released you, there was a rune marking your skin. "In case you need to defend yourself. But remember. It's just a loan."

"Lady Y/N!" Thor boomed from the New Asgard Hall that now served as his kind of 'throne room'. It was a far cry from the gilded glamour of the realm of Asgard, the home he and the rest of the citizens here had lost from invoking Ragnarok in the hopes of thwarting his bloodthirsty war freak of a sister, but you could feel the community among them.

"Hey, Thunder," you greeted as he rushed over to you, wrapping you in a warm embrace. "Place looks great." When he pulled away, you put a firm hand on his shoulder, tears brimming in your eyes as you said, "I'm sorry about Jane. I should've called, I should've been there for you."

"No, my friend. You have no such obligations to me. And I was destined to face it alone—"

"Don't say that," you croaked. "Nobody should have to face that alone. You were there for me when—" Your words caught in your mouth, refusing to be uttered. "You were there for me eight years ago. I should have been here for you. Reached out. I'm sorry."

He placed his hand over yours, giving it a quick squeeze. "I would never dare hold that against you, Lady Y/N. Nor would I dare wish to have you here and witness another losing the one they love most across the Nine Realms. You are my friend, that is true. But I am also yours. And truly all I feel is a somber relief and contentment, knowing that even now…even after all this time, my brother has someone who still loves him as fiercely as you do."

"That's…kind of why I'm here…" He furrowed his eyebrows at you. "Thor, I'm in deep shit."

"What troubles you, my friend? I can assure you what ever it may be, you will not be facing this alone." He led you over to a couch where you could sit and explain your current predicament.

And so you explained to him. About the device and about how you refused to give up hope that maybe somewhere in the vast universe, Loki was still out there. Trying to find his way back home. That you were simply giving him a pin in the map, so he didn't have to do so unguided. When you finished you could see that the blond Asgardian was on the brink of tears again before he pulled you into another embrace.

"I care not that you were unable to marry. In my heart, you are my sister. You are my family." The tears fell from your eyes at his words. "So Strange is certain that this new Sorcerer Supreme is somewhere within New Asgard?"

"He said this was the last place that he and Wong could sense their power. I just want to spend a few days, take a look around, see if I could find them. Or at least my next clue on where to look. If it's alright with you."

"It is more than alright. New Asgard would be more than happy to host you. Assist you in whatever it is you may need. We can start with your lodging." He walked over to his desk and opened the top drawer, a sentimental look crossing his features as he took out a set of keys from inside. "Come, Sister. Let me show you to your home, at least for the next few days."

You stood from the couch, confusion rife on your face as you eyed him. "Did you know that I was coming? I mean…you have a place ready, so…did you just have that lying around, or…?"

A rueful smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. "In truth, Lady Y/N, perhaps I was hoping that my brother was still alive, too. Trying to find his way home. That house had been allocated for you and Loki to build a home together if ever the fates were kind and brought him back to us."

You could feel your heart cracking again at Thor's words. At the knowledge that he'd been holding on just as much as you were. Sure, he didn't endanger anyone in the process from sending out an intergalactic pin on the map that how had some alien fanatics on their way to merrily destroy you and everyone you loved. No, nothing that reckless, thankfully.

He simply gave you a place to call home on the off chance that Loki did find his way back.

The two of you walked to a house not too far from Thor's place, making a tender smile break out on your face at the realization that in his optimistic vision he had in his head, he wanted to keep you as close to him as possible. The smile broke out into an amused grin as you tried to imagine the initial protest from his brother as he realized the proximity between your places.

"You would have made it such a beautiful home, Sister," the god of thunder said as he opened the door to the two-story cottage-style home, the alarm on his face evidence when he saw how, despite the sunlight on the outside, the house had been shrouded in darkness. A quick look around showed you both that there were no curtains installed; after all, nobody should be living in this house, according to what the god told you.

He was about to walk in when you held out your hand to stop him. "Let me." You showed him the rune on your arm. "I have some powers. Courtesy of Strange. On loan. But it lets me sense if there are other wielders of magic around. I just gotta figure out how Stephen does this…" You tapped your wrists together twice and pulled back an arm as if you were wielding two shields, astonished when your arms lit aglow with celestial looking shields made of pure light energy.

"That…is cool," the blond god commented, pointing at your light shields. "Do you sense anything?"

You concentrated on the presence that you initially felt when the door opened; it felt as if they were making a considerable effort to deflect anyone's attention if ever they were to come across this house. Their power. "It's faint," you answered him. "Like they're trying to muddle their presence to us somehow, make us divert our attention elsewhere." You took a breath, deciding to attempt communicating with whoever was hiding out in this house. Your house. "Hello?" you called out into the deceptively empty and quiet space.

There was no answer.

"We mean you no harm," you said loudly into the emptiness. "Perhaps…if we tell you our names, you'll come out? See that we are people of our word. We're not here to hurt you. We're friends."

There was a slight bristle in the presence, a single brush against your shoulder. As if the person inside the house was trying to communicate with you.

"Okay…my—my name is Y/N. I'm…well, I'm nothing special, really. But I work with some really extraordinary people and we collectively save the world from threats, within this planet and beyond. Mad tyrants, aliens--" Your voice choked as you said the final word, "Titans." You felt Thor's hand grasp your shoulder in support as you said it. "I-I'm here with one of those extraordinary people right now. Thor. Son of Odin. God of Thunder. King of New Asgard—"

"Actually, Sister, I'm no longer King. I bequeathed that title to Val," he corrected your introduction to the unknown presence.

"O-Oh. Okay. So he's not King of New Asgard anymore, apparently, but he is still the God of Thunder. That's pretty cool," you rambled, causing him to chuckle beside you. "Anyway, all this to say, we're not here to hurt you. And I promise. If you show yourself? We'll do what we can to help you. I understand having to hide for either your own safety or for the safety of others, I do. But this house you're using for sanctuary…it's mine. Well, kind of. It's a long story. But the important part is, I swear to you, if you come out, we won't leave you to fend for yourself. We'll help you. As best we can."

You felt another brush across your body, this time almost feeling like a person wrapping their arms around you in a tentative embrace. And then a door opened by the dining area…to where you presumed would have been a study, if you'd actually had the chance to turn this into your home with Loki.

Shields still up, you cautiously made your way toward the now open room, Thor following close behind as he summoned Stormbreaker by his side, the battle axe quietly sliding into the home and following the god's steps. When you got close enough, you saw that the threshold to the room was aglow with green magic. A familiar green magic.

"Thor, why does this glow look like Loki's magic?" you asked, voice shaking.

"There could exist other wielders of magic that possess a level of power similar to my brother," he answered softly. "But those would be very few and far in between. If they exist at all."

As you both cautiously entered the small room, you were greeted by a space glowing with the same green energy as its threshold. You spotted a shadowed figure at the end, floating midair and radiating such a powerful aura there was no doubt in your mind that you'd found the new Sorcerer Supreme.

There was a condition to the powers you loaned from Strange. They would fade as soon as you were definitively safe from immediate danger; you then found it peculiar that the shields you had up had not yet faltered in their vibrance despite being in the presence of the very individual you'd gone to New Asgard to seek their aid.

The sorcerer set themself on their feet, standing to their full height, shoulders squared, and taking on a silhouette that you were all too familiar with.

Heart lodged in your throat, you called out softly towards them. "Loki?"

The silence was deafening as your question hung in the air, waiting for the silhouette to respond. But then they did. Hedid. The answer to the signal you sent out into the galaxy that brought you here in the first place. Come back to me.

"There you are, my darling."

Your shields dropped.

A/N: Aaaaah I've finally started on requests! Just a quick heads up that I will be working on requests alongside 'relinquish the crown' and 'man of the month', so the going will be slow, but it will be going 👍 And also yes you read the title right. "pt1". There will be a Part 2, and our reunited lovebirds will have a lot to talk about 🥲

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Everything taglist: @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @imalovernotahater @mygfloki @lucylaufeyson3 @thomase1 @springdandelixn @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @laliceee @xorpsbane @gigglingtigger @silverfire475 @cabingrlandrandomcrap @vickie5446 @salempoe @lokixryss @sinsandguilt @lokidbadguy @alexakeyloveloki @glitterylokislut @arch-venus25 @freefrommars @littlemortals @cakesandtom @girl-of-multi-fandoms @mischief2sarawr @thedistractedagglomeration @five-miles-over @goblingirlsarah @peaches1958 @huntress-artemiss @lilibet261 @iobsessoverfictionalmen @holymultiplefandomsbatman @lovingchoices14 @avoliax @devilsadvocactus @purplegrrl27 @lokiprompts @sititran @imherefortomhiddleston @ladyjames78 @stupidthoughtsinwriting @kikster606 @evelyn-kingsley

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#loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #mcu fanfiction #muddyorbs writes #fic requests

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hunting4fluff · 9 months

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aight come get y’all food hehe

Business as Usual pt.2

(Sorry about the wait! Hope y’all enjoy :))

Summary: Lyla informs Peter about something that Might help Miguel relax for a bit.

Lee Miguel

Ler Peter

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At 9 at night, a message from Lyla was the last thing Peter was expecting. He had fallen asleep in his recliner after putting Mayday to bed when his phone buzzed in the crack of the cushion, the sound amplified by the texture of the leather and waking the groggy man. He slipped his hand down and fumbled with the phone, grunting in frustration before finally managing to pry it from it's pit. He squinted at the sudden light, allowing his eyes to adjust before reading.

"Miguel has finally agreed to me sharing some information that I think you'll find very useful."

Peter furrowed his brow, perplexed before reading the name at the top of the messaging app. His eyes widened as his sleepiness was readily forgotten as he sent a message back to Lyla.

"Lay it on me!" Peter sent back with a thumbs up. Lyla's message sent back in a matter of seconds, reading:

"I could explain, but I think this video will do justice for all the details."

Peter quickly tapped the video, cursing his slow connection as it buffered for a moment. The moment the video played, his face lit up in delight, laughing as he started to compose a message back.

"You think he'd let me?" To say he was excited was an understatement- he wasn't even entirely certain of the last time he had seen Miguel smile.

"He'll definitely curse you out, but it'll be good for him. Trust the process and go for the hips." Lyla messaged back, only making Peter grin more. He sent back a thumbs up emoji and went to get ready for bed. He figured he would get well rested enough to remain agile in case he got hit.

By around lunchtime at noon, Miguel was back to his usual irritable demeanor. He had grabbed himself a sandwich from the cafeteria and had barely touched it, instead staring at the screens in front of him and watching for anomalies with a glare.

Peter swung in landing with a soft thud behind Miguel and leaning over the other man's shoulder with a huge grin.

"Ooh, fun, fun. Scowling over the Spiderverse?" Peter commented, earning a irritated huff from Miguel.

"I'm working. Like you should be doing. Preferably in your own universe."

Peter chuckled, unbothered by Miguel's grumpy jabs.

"C'mon, you're working all the time. Why don't you loosen up a little? You never laugh, smile- Spiderpeople are funny! You're the only Spiderman who's not funny!" Peter went on his 'witty spider' rant, wrapping an arm around Miguel's shoulders. Miguel thought about shrugging him off, but instead rolled his eyes, glancing at another screen away from Peter's head.

"What are you even doing here, anyways? What's it gonna take to get you to leave?" Miguel grumbled. Peter's face lit up as Miguel asked the question, taking this as the perfect opportunity to elaborate.

"What will it take? Hmm... let's see... How about a smile for once? Lyla told me some interesting information last night..." Peter hummed, the arm draped over Miguel's shoulders moving to drag his fingers over the opposite side of Miguel's neck. His forearm rested on Miguel's collarbones, making it hard to shake off when Miguel jumped and fought back laughter.

"Peter..." Miguel warned, his cheeks tinting noticably redder as his voice strained to contain himself. He didn't fight Peter away, however. Instead he sat there, his shoulders trembling as he tried to appear calm.

"Miguel." Peter teased back, his fingers dragging dangerously close to Miguel's jaw. Miguel's chin snapped down to his chest, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he restrained laughter. Peter's movement didn't quit yet as he dragged his finger lightly behind Miguel's ear, causing the larger man to snort. Peter was grinning like a fool, his other hand sneaking behind Miguel to surprise him on his ribs.

"There we go! Now can you laugh? I'm almost worried you don't know how." Peter chuckled as Miguel started to curl in on himself. Now was the perfect time. Peter clutched his hand to Miguel's ribs, massaging his fingers over the bone gently. Miguel immediately arched away from the touch, an honest to god *giggle* slipping out of him as Peter unwrapped his arm from across his chest. Miguel suppressed more laughter, his face flushing red as a full blow grin graced his features. Peter's now free hand clung to the other side of Miguel's ribs, causing the other man to burst into laughter and curl into the desk in front of him. He wrapped his arms around his face as his shoulder shook with laughter as the loud sounds poured from behind his shield.

"That was a cute sound!" Peter laughed, fully pleased with himself as his hands shifted down to Miguel's sides. Miguel's head shot up at the change and his laughter was fully exposed to the room. He was grateful it was just him and Peter in his workspace.

"P-Peter! ¡Cállate!" He yelped out, his hands slamming onto the table as he gripped the metal surface. His claws ground with an almost painful sound, causing Peter to flinch and shift one of his hands back up to Miguel's ribs. Miguel's laughter grew in volume squirming and finally twisting himself around to grab at Peter's arms.

"Woah there!" Peter laughed, moving out of reach before moving back in to grab Miguel's hips like Lyla instructed earlier. Miguel's entire face scrunched up with laughter as he doubled over, gripping Peter’s wrists but not moving them in the slightest. His shoulders shook with loud laughter and even as his head bowed lower to hide himself, he didn’t look angry by it.

Peter stared at Miguel, partially overjoyed that his- even though it was really lyla’s -plan worked, and partially blown away that Miguel could even be anything other than angry. He heard a snort and whine from Miguel whom of which, in the midst of his dumbfounded musing, he had somewhat forgotten that he was actually still tickling him. He lightened up, spidering his fingers up Miguel’s sides one last time before pulling away. Miguel yelped and his head shot up as he arched his back a bit, his face still beaming from laughter. He sat there and curled around himself a hint, still shaking from residual giggles and catching his breath.

Peter continued to stand in front of Miguel, a large grin plastered across his face in pride. He patted Miguel’s shoulder earning a familiar groan from the larger man as he propped his elbows on his knees and hid his face.

“Nobody hears about this.” Miguel’s demanded, knowing full well he’d never hear the end of it. Peter just chuckled and shook his head.

“My lips are sealed. This stays between me you and Lyla- but hey! You seem a lot more relaxed now!” Peter commented. Miguel raised his head to shoot a glare at Peter, but it was clear that his heart wasn’t in it.

“Also, I didn’t hear a ‘stop’ or ‘no’- I think you told me to ‘shut up’, but-“

“Peter.” Miguel huffed, his face flushing again. Peter leaned in a bit closer to Miguel.

“What, am I wrong? Did you really hate it all that much?” Peter was being a bit more teasing, his voice traced by an amused laugh. He knew it was all in good fun and Miguel’s reaction said it all.

“I… Yeah, okay whatever. Just- go do something important.” Miguel huffed, his vague admission more than enough for Peter to beam.

“You know, maybe we could make it a business thing. We schedule once a week to help you rela-“

“PETER.”

“Alright, alright, I’m headed out! Sheesh.” Peter shrugged. He still couldn’t manage to wipe the smile from his own face, and maybe he could help Miguel wear one more often.

#tickle fluff #atsv tickle #hunting4fluff #sfw tickling #miguel ohara #t word

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 2 months

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In the last few days, I've made two long and rambling posts about Cowgate, a short incident from 2003 that haunts my nightmares. I think people should know that when I make posts like that - the ones that go way too long about something entirely niche - I am operating under the assumption that absolutely no one is reading this bullshit. Even the small handful of people who read this blog regularly, I assume you skip over those ones.

That's not just a hypothetical assumption, I make writing choices accordingly. I assume the only purpose of this post is to give me somewhere to put the hauntings besides my nightmares, and therefore, it doesn't matter if it's readable. I know that my whole blog is full of errors, but on posts like that, I get especially lax with things like editing. I go really deep on things where on a different post, I might think - okay, that's far enough. Because no one is reading this.

I have now been proven wrong several times about those couple of posts, which both mildly embarrasses and delights me. First of all, I got this great comment from @beastlyanachronism, which is now how I love to picture myself:

Then, the wonderful @lastweeksshirttonight proved that they'd read not only the posts but the comment, by immediately messaging me a corresponding picture. I replied that I love the image, I will definitely start my post with that image the next time a new Cowgate-based detail is found and I need to write about it. I didn't expect that to be soon, though. Breakthroughs are few and far between.

But then, I got another message, proving that at least three different people have read my post (actually four, if you count the very kind British man who read my post and then sent me a message to explain the nuances in the expression "bottle it"). And that last message is the reason for this post. Because, I can't believe I've been given cause to use this image so soon:

Further content behind the cut, because not everyone needs this content all over their feed.

This relates to the message I got last night, from the extremely helpful @linkeightvideo, who not only read my posts, but joined the cause and did his own research. And came up with this link:

The Metro cow is a thing!!! I knew the wording of that YouTube comment was weird (calling it "the Metro cow", rather than something like "a cow that said Metro on it"), suggesting that this was a specific and recognizable instillation. And I was right! But I cannot take credit for figuring that out, all credit goes to @linkeightvideo, who is the best.

The above link is to an archived version of an article from August 5, 2003, about three weeks before Cowgate occurred (which was August 26, 2003 - fun fact that has absolutely nothing to do with anything because to the best of my knowledge he wasn't there or anything, but that was also Nish Kumar's eighteenth birthday). The article is from the Edinburgh Fringe website. It's short enough so I'm just going to paste its text in full:

The Fringe was hit by a bunch of cotton-pickin', rootin-tootin' cattle ruslers in the early hours of Saturday night. The almost life-sized, bright blue and red Metro bull was stolen from outside the Metro Fringe Box Office. Metro newspapers are appealing for its safe return before the police are called and urge anyone with information to come forward. Metro Fringe Box Office Manager, Gillian O'Connor said: "We're distraught to have lost such a valuable member of the Box Office team! Please bring him back." The bull had just completed a secondment outside London's Victoria station, where he stood unmoved for a month. Yet after only a few days on duty with the Fringe he has gone missing leaving today's Festival Cavalcade a bull short of a procession.

That's it!!! That's the one! It was blue and red! I know it was blue and red, because Adam hills shouted "it's got red horns, it's all the rage". And it was almost life sized! And it said Metro on the side! Further research - also done by @linkeightvideo, he deserves all the credit in the world for this - finds that Metro sponsored the Edinburgh Fringe Festival that year, and also directly sponsored the Gilded Balloon venue.

So, the company called Metro had a large cow that was used in advertisements, and for one month in the summer of 2003, it was in London, outside Victoria Station. Then it was brought to Edinburgh, because they were sponsoring the festival and running a box office. They put it outside that box office, and it got stolen within "a few days" (which makes sense, as August 5th is a few days into the festival). It was meant to be part of the Festival Cavalcade, but couldn't be due to thieves.

Then, three weeks later, it spends all night on stage during a late-night comedy show in an Edinburgh venue that Metro sponsors, where it gets taken apart. How do we get from one state of affairs to the other? I don't know, but I'm a hell of a lot closer to understanding than I was yesterday. If the cow was somehow recovered, it would make sense from them to move it indoors, where it can be guarded better (again, credit for this idea goes to @linkeightvideo, and I think it makes sense). I mean, it can be guarded from drunk thieves in the middle of the night. Apparently the stage of the Gilded Balloon is not a good place to guard it from (shockingly) sober comedians in the middle of the night.

This made me try searching again for the specific words "Metro cow", and I found this article from December 12, 2003. It's a list of people who are involved with whatever organization this is, I'm not really clear on that. But it includes this one guy named Stephen Auckland. He's from the North of England, and as of when this was written, he was listened as the managing director of Metro. The bottom of his profile says:

An able sidekick to Associated Newspaper's Mike Anderson, even when it came to keeping up appearances following the disappearance of Mootro, Metro's cow mascot, from the Edinburgh festival. Auckland offered to dress up as a pantomime version. Luckily, they found the cow.

Guys! Guys! It has a fucking name! The Cowgate cow has a name! It's named Mootro! Now that I think about it, I actually can't believe I've never named the thing, given that I named the event (Cowgate), and giving the cow a name is the sort of thing I'd do. But I don't have to, because apparently it's named Mootro.

And the story has an update. It was stolen by August 5, and then it was found at some unknown point, and by August 26 it was in the Gilded Balloon. And then it got taken apart on stage.

I think this brings up one obvious question, which is: if this thing was important enough for its theft to be reported on the Edinburgh Fringe website, how come they were allowed to destroy it? The obvious answer would be that it was specifically made for just that one Edinburgh Festival, and was meant to be destroyed at the end of it anyway. But why did it spend a month in London right before that, then? And why would they do that anyway? Surely it's not efficient to make something like that for only a month, you'd think they'd plan to have it last a while and move it around based on where they're sponsoring things.

I can't believe this. This is the biggest revelation since I figured out who the fuck Karen Koren was, the woman referenced in Adam Hills' song, after after ages of Googling comedians named "Erin Coren" (finally worked out that she was the venue owner, which seems obvious now but it hadn't occurred to me at the time, when I was expecting it to be a reference to another performer). Actually, this is a much bigger revelation than that one, which just explained a couple of Adam Hills' lyrics. This is the biggest revelation in all the Cowgate research yet. The two main questions at the heart of the Cowgate mystery are: "Why did you do it?" and "Where did you get the cow?" And now one of those questions has been answered! It has a fucking name!

That second article referred to it specifically as the Metro "mascot". I guess a company is going to make more than one version of a mascot. But still, I don't think you're allowed to just destroy a sponsor's mascot. Maybe that mascot was at the end of its life anyway? Maybe Daniel Kitson just doesn't give a fuck? Maybe Daniel Kitson stole the cow in the first place. There's a whole new question. Who stole the cow? How did they get it back? How did it get from there to its whereabouts on August 26?

I know it wasn't on the Gilded Balloon stage every night of the 2003 Edinburgh Festival, because there's no sign of it in this montage, from Late 'n' Live on August 19, 2003 (also a fun video and great snippets of Chocolate Milk Gang history, if you can get past the second-hand embarrassment of Kitson trying his rap battle thing with an actual musician, and the presence of an actual musician makes the whole thing seem less ironic and therefore harder to watch - but you do get to see David O'Doherty beat up Jason Byrne and that's hilarious, also it's very funny to watch Daniel Kitson do something as out of character as brag about "nearly" winning a Barry Award and having a girlfriend from Australia, especially given how the latter turned out):

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So it wasn't there on that night. Also, it just couldn't have been there every night. The Gilded Balloon is a proper venue that has proper shows during most of its time, it couldn't just have a large cow on stage for all of those. Also, in the beginning of that montage video from August 26, you see Kitson talking to the audience about the cow, and it sounds like he considers its presence as much of a novelty as they do. I mean, he's making fun of them for thinking it's a novelty, but he doesn't seem familiar with it, it seems like something he has to address:

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This is the main reason for my theory that they didn't plan it beforehand, the montage shows the audience giving Kitson challenges for easy things to do with the cow, he asks them for more difficult challenges and then the video cuts, but I think the audience then asked him to tear it apart. It's a theory that makes sense based on some circumstantial evidence, but it does open up other questions. The main one being whether you can get permission to destroy a company's mascot between the beginning and the end of a comedy show, especially a comedy show that takes place entirely in the middle of the night. It doesn't seem likely. It also opens up some smaller questions, like what they were planning as the end of the show - the finale of the last night of Late 'n' Live, so you'd think they'd have something - that got bumped for this.

This reminds me that I had some further thoughts on the other mystery, of what actually went down on the night of August 26. I was thinking of the somewhat blue sky theory of there being two previous. Evidence for this: Adam Hills referred to "three chances", they were able to pick up chisels off the ground that seemed to just be lying around (possibly having been discarded after previous attempts), and Kitson in that video does have their air of someone who's already watched this go wrong and is really determined to make sure they get it fucking right this time. Evidence against: I'm not sure that works from a show planning perspective. What if it had worked on the first try, then what would the finale have been? If they'd watched it fail twice, would they really have made it the finale, knowing it may well fail a third time and that would be a shit ending? Though this could possibly be explained by the presence of the pipe that someone runs on stage, significantly increasing their chances compared to any attempt where that pipe was not in play.

I thought of something else today: the cow was already down when they started that video. Earlier in the night, we see comedians sitting on the cow, it's standing up. But at the end, when those guys run out to try to take it apart, they don't have to knock it down first. It's already lying on its side. They could have knock it down just before starting the song, but why would they do that? Surely knocking it down would be a fun dramatic moment, so if this were the first time they'd messed with the cow, they'd leave the knocking down to be part of the process. Unless this weren't the first time, and they had dramatically knocked it down before starting to try taking it apart, but this one done at some earlier point that the video didn't catch.

Anyway. That's the revelation. Along with some further thoughts on theories, but the main thing is the revelation. Massive breakthrough, and I need to thank @linkeightvideo one more time for research that he was under absolutely no obligation to do, but he came through anyway. What a legend. Am I using the British expressions right? What a solid gold legend.

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So this is how it starts - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Pairing: Matty x original female character

Warnings: drinking, smoking, swearing; mentions of: misoginy, cancer (in the past), infertility

Disclaimer: some of what the ofc is experiencing is rooted in my lived reality, however I lie for plot purposes a lot. I draw inspiration from things that I read somewhere or that actually happened to me or my friends. It's not proof read and English is my second languageso there's either too many commas or not enough commas.

Further disclaimer: yes I know it's not *that* hard to wrap a pan, it's very hard however to make it look nice...

"So you and Matty hit it off last night" it's not a question.

I'm on the phone with Carly after a "call me when you get this" message she sent me at 7am the following Saturday.

"Why would you think that??"

"Adam literally showed me the group chat where Matty called you "fit"" she laughs.

"Fucking hell, that sounds like we're back in year 9" I roll my eyes although she can't see it.

"Don't avoid the subject. What happened after you guys left for the tube station" she makes it sound like a conspiracy.

"We did just that. We went to the tube station and then home"

"I feel like you're leaving out *a lot* of details and one to three major plot points"

"fiiiine" i groan but have to laugh as well "it's ridiculous. Halfway down the road we decided to get another drink. We sat in a bar and talked until we were thrown out and then we went home"

"Liar"

"Not a lie" technically.

"Come oooon, I haven't been on a date in *ages*! I live vicariously through you" I hear Adam saying something in the background that I can't quite make out and they both giggle at something.

"I have to insist that this definitely wasn't a date and it really wasn't that exciting. Anyway, like I said, halfway down the road to the tube station Matty asked if I really wanted to go home or if I was up to get a drink with him. I said yes and so we went to a pub that was kind of crowded but we managed to get a seat at the bar. We talked about ... anything really. He thought it was kind of unfair that I had a pretty much clear Idea of what he does for a living and asked about being a tattoo artist and running a shop and all that. He told me about BJJ, I told him about growing up with five siblings. We got a bit drunk and I think at some point I kind of insulted him as "the queen of juxtaposition" or something, it was good fun...I think. Did I mention that we both were quite drunk? Fuck, I swear I made a proper fool out of myself."

"Yeah, you do that when you're drunk" Carly laughs.

"Thanks, I'm mortified... Well at some point he had to go to the toilet and some bloke thought he could take Matty's seat and chat me up. Next thing I know Matty's having a row with that guy and the bartender threw us out to prevent a pub fight."

"And there I was thinking you were thrown out because they were closing and you stayed that long because the conversation was just sooooo good" Carly interjects in a slightly mocking tone.

"Yeah, well, no. We had a laugh about it and went on to the tube station. Turned out he wasn't planning on taking the tube and just wanted to bring me. But yeah, that was it."

"Have you talked since?

"It's literally been nine hours and nope. I don't even have his number" fucking idiot not getting his number.

"Well that can be arranged, wait a sec"

My phone chimes with a message from Carly who just sent me Matty's contact info.

"Excuse you? You can't just give out personal information like that?!" I'm kind of glad she did though.

"Make it a good story at your guys' wedding and we're even"

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Do I text or call? Text or call, text or call? I kind of want to hear his voice but I don't want to disturb hin in case he's in the middle of something. But calling is more personal, however, he doesn't even know I have his number and that's super creepy. Fuck, why is this so agonizing. Fuck it, I'll text him.

Me: Hey Matty, this is Hannah from last night. You know, the tall and pretty one :P Carly gave me your number in an act of rebellion against data security, hope you don't mind. Did you get home safe?

His answer comes in a matter of minutes.

Matty: Hello! Tall and pretty indeed. I did get home safe, although I feel like I should be the one asking you this.

Me: We're both alive and well it seems.

Matty: Good. Will you go on another date with me?

Me: What do you mean "another"?

Matty: Avoiding the question!

Me: Not avoiding, clarifying! but yes, I will go on a date with you.

Matty: Another! :)

Me: Seriously, is drunk shit talking and almost getting punched by some bloke your Idea of a date? That wasn't a proper date, my friend.

Matty: Who made you the Master of Proper Dates?

Me: Not you apparently

Matty: Also I would like to clarify that I do martial arts for self defense not to get into fights with random strangers.

Me: yeah keep telling yourself that

Matty: You're sassy, you know that?

Me: yeah, I do sometimes hang out with myself.

Matty: About that date... You free Friday?

Almost one whole week? My heart sinks a tiny little bit.

Me: yes, I'm free Friday.

Matty: Then it's a date. The second one.

Me: Serisously, that's such a weird hill to die on

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On Sunday he sends me a picture of him in a park with Adam and Baby Hann and captions it: "Is it possible we have a favorite person in common?". I know he's referring to the child but I can't help but reply "I don't like Adam *that* much??" which earns me a bunch of laughing emojis.

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On Monday I send him a photo of my super messy kitchen after trying to cook a halfway decent meal and caption it with "if one of your future date ideas involves cooking, I'm out" to which he replies: "A woman who doesn't love to cook? you will never make a man happy :P"

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He calls me on Tuesday evening just as I'm in the middle of wrapping Christmas presents. "What are you up to at the moment?" he asks innocently enough.

"I'm trying to not lose my mind while gift wrapping?"

"For Christmas?? It's only the beginning of December!"

"And I hate Christmas shopping so each year I make one day at the beginning of December designated Christmas-present-day where I get all the gifts I need to get so I can relax for a whole year after that. Except for the part where I need to figure out how to wrap a pan"

"A pan?"

"Yeah you know the cooking thing. It's almost like a pot but..."

"I know what a pan is, woman" he laughs.

"It sounded like you wanted an explanation. I'm not judging, there are a lot of complicated words."

"you're such a menace. I meant why are you giving away pans for Christmas? that's a bit of a... weird gift?" he's still laughing.

„Hey, it's a nice pan and my sister-in-law asked for one, I’m not weird, I promise“

"I can't believe I'm asking this but do you want help wrapping gifts?"

"You mean now?"

"Yeah, I'm still at the studio but that's not too far from where you said you lived"

"Honestly, Matty, that would save my sanity and my evening"

"Cool, then I'm coming over"

"The place is a mess and tiny so don't expect much"

"Seriously, Hannah, you don't cook, you don't clean, what ever are you doing with your time??" his tone is obviously mocking.

"Be nice, I have a pan to hit you with if you get too cheeky"

"Uuuh, maybe I'm into that??"

"Please, don't be?"

We both laugh, I give him my address and we hang up.

An hour later I open the door to an overly excited Matty holding a bottle of red wine and grinning from ear to ear.

He hands me the bottle and adds "It sounded like you could use the moral support"

"Matty, I have to confess something to you" I say in a serious tone.

His expression changes and he furrows his brow. "What is it? Is everything ok?"

"I'm afraid I'm more of a white wine girly" I say with a mocking sad expression and a pout

"Pffffff, I thought you liked that Malbec the other day just fine"

"And I felt like a proper French philosopher drinking it"

"Fucking French philosopher" he laughs.

I lead him into the living room where the epitome of the gift wrapping mess is located and get two glasses from the kitchen. He pours the wine, takes a glass and looks around.

"Cosy" he nods

"Messy" I sigh

"Did you manage to wrap the pan?"

"Not yet"

"Why don't you just put it in a box and wrap that?"

"Thought of that, but I don't have a box that fits the fucking thing"

"Ok teamwork then" He takes a sip of the wine, puts his glass down on the coffee table, claps his hands and goes "what do you need me to hold?"

And that is how Matty and I end up on my living room floor, me giving instructions and cutting tape, him holding the paper in place, until it is finally done and the fucking pan is wrapped in paper.

"You could turn it upside down, draw a face on it and sell it as a duck"

"No more experiments, I'm just happy the fucking thing is wrapped in something"

We drink some more wine and wrap some more gifts although none of them prove to be as challenging as the pan.

"Hey will you help me wrap my gifts... later in December... when I actually manage to get something?" he asks and for a second he seems kind of shy

"Only if there's wine again"

"Just tell me which wine you like"

"Pinot Grigio"

"Whatever that is"

"You're the wine nerd??"

"I never said that!" he laughs.

His phone he had placed on the coffee table, before making himself comfortable on the floor, rings. I instinctively look and see the caller ID says "Denise".

"Oh sorry, I have to get that" he takes the phone and goes to my tiny kitchen.

I try not to follow the conversation which is kind of impossible in my rather small flat. He doesn't say much but I can make out a "looking forward to seeing you tomorrow" and that he ends the call with "love you".

My heart sinks. He has a girlfriend? Of course he has. That was to be expected when I think about it. He's handsome, successful, fills arenas with girls who love him... and on top of that he's funny and lovely. What a fool am I to believe he could ever be interested in me...

Matty comes back in the living room and just says "Sorry 'bout that"

"'s alright" I mumble. Yeah good job hiding your disappointment.

"Actually I probably should get going, it's getting late and you most likely have work tomorrow?"

"I do, yeah... Thanks so much for your help and the wine" I try my best at a fake smile.

"See you Friday?" he asks and I almost answer that no we won't see each other on Friday and that the date is off since he's obviously not single and I don't date men who aren't single, but I also don't want to explain to him that I kind of listened to a private conversation of his so I just choke out a "hmm yeah, see you Friday" before closing the door behind him.

Chapter 3

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My boyfriends with the band - Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

Modern Au:

➻ Spin off from this but it can be read as a stand alone fic.

➻ - Word count: 4K

➻ - Warnings: 18+ Lush toy, controlled climax, female masturbation. Male masturbation, video sex, group participation of sex, public masturbation. Daddy and Mommy kink, praise kink.

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You had been without Eddie for a few months, it had been hard without physical and sexual contact but you made done with phone and video calls.

One day, you received a random package. Inside was a note, curiously you began to read it.

For my love

May our sex life never die

Eddie

You laughed at the note before ripping open the box in front of you, much to your surprise it was a sex toy. Gasping in shock, you quickly dialed Eddie’s number.

He answered almost instantly, his voice sending tingles through your body.

''So you received it?'' you could hear his smirk through the phone, laughing with him as you examined it.

He informed you of the instructions and when he thought you could use it, laughing in shock at his words. You were slightly excited to use it.

''It says I have to charge it up but we can try it out later if you would like?'' you posed the question to him, instantly getting a happy response.

You continued chatting for a few minutes more before he headed off to band practice and sound check. You were always sad when your calls ended, you treasured them but as you placed the toy on charge. Excitement bubbled inside you, the idea of connecting with Eddie whilst being miles apart intrigued you.

Busying yourself until you hear the alert of the Lush being fully charged, staring at you in your hands. You wondered if it would be able to fit inside you, you and Eddie had yet to test out the kinkier side of your sex life.

Deciding not to wait for Eddie, you undressed. Lying on your back with your legs spread apart, you began teasing yourself. Beginning with soft touches against your clit until you felt yourself become more excited, sliding your fingers down towards your opening you slid a finger inside you. It was cold and uncomfortable to begin with, you hadn't touched yourself in a long while.

Scrolling down your messages, you found some photos that Eddie sent you. His big veiny dick appeared on the screen, making you gasp as you slid your fingers in and out imagining that he was there fucking you. Feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter, you slide another finger inside you until that wasn't enough. Your pussy begging for more than two fingers, you stared at the lush toy in your hand.

You paused to set up the app, feeling it vibrate in your hand. Making you giggle slightly, as you moved it closer to your opening. You had been practicing with your pelvic muscles, Eddie wasn't exactly small. Continuing these exercises as you felt the toy inside you, making you gasp with shock.

Opening the app, you began messing with the controls. Instantly you dropped your phone on the bed, grasping onto the bed covers your moans and gasps filled the room. Your hips buckled at the sensation, it was already on the highest setting and your legs were shaking. Managing to grab your phone, you don't hesitate to call Eddie just as the toy begins to vibrate harder and harder inside you.

''Hi babe!'' Eddie's voice echoed through the phone, a big smile was plastered on his face. You bit your lip as he showed you the band on the screen, only whimpering to yourself as he walked backstage.

''So are you okay babe?'' his voice became mumbled as he walked through the hallway into a quiet secluded room.

You turned off the screen to the Lush app, automatically sending him the link to your toy. Allowing yourself to moan as your face was blocked.

Once you opened the video call again to see Eddie's face looking shocked but mildly aroused. You giggled through a quieter moan, watching as Eddie connected his headphones.

''Are you using it now?'' he whispered into the phone, his eyes not leaving yours.

You nodded with a moan.

''I sent you the link if you want to control it'' you gasped, watching him disappear. His voice was husky and hot as he muttered 'fuck' under his breath, moving the controls with his fingers and listening to you moan louder down his ear.

'Fuck Daddy, that feels so good'' you whined, placing your phone next to your head as you relaxed into the movements.

Eddie growled at the name 'Daddy'.

“God sweetheart, you’re turning me so much” he gasped as he listened to you moaning into the phone.

Controlling your toy, he held his finger to the maximum option. His bulge in his boxers grew tighter and tighter as he listened to your moans.

His hand slid down his jeans as he closed his eyes, feeling his length around his hand as he softly stroked it to the sound of you.

“I’ve missed you” his voice was breathless as his fingers touched the tip of his dick, your moans filled his ears.

Your whimpers, he went back to the video call screen and watched your facial expressions as you watched yourself.

“It feels so good Daddy, you could make cum”’your whine made him gasp as he tightly grasped his dick.

“You should Sweetheart, cum for Daddy” he began panting hard as thrusted his dick between his hands, not taking his eyes off you.

He went off the video screen and began playing with your contrôle, melting into his boxers as you filled up his headphones loudly. Moaning in unison as your legs shook violently, his chosen vibrations were heavenly as you placed the phone on your chest making sure your moans were being directed into the speaker.

You could hear Eddie’s soft grunts as he touched himself, increasing the vibrations bit by bit until you felt yourself reaching your climax.

“Daddy, oh fuck. I’m so close” panting as the toy edged closer and closer, listening to Eddie’s moan on the other side of the phone.

He watched you as your eyes began to roll back, your moans increased a pitch as you came hard. Squirting hard against your Lush toy, coating the bed and your legs.

Smirking as you looked at him, he was biting his lip.

“Want me to help Daddy cum?” You looked at him innocently, as you moved your fingers down to taste yourself. Keeping your eyes on him.

He nodded through his moans, his eyes were filled with lust and want as they stared through you. Your words were angelic to him, his hair was sweaty and stuck to his face as he panted.

“You’re such a good boy for me, touching yourself like that. You’re going to play with your tip, like Mommy, aren’t you?” Your eyes were seductive and soft, as his head tipped back with ecstasy as his fingers played his tip.

Eddie whimpered as you praised him, his pants were quicker and more aggressive as his eyes rolled back. You could see his Adam’s Apple which was engorged as he moaned, biting your lip. You moved your hand between your thighs and softly stroked your clit to the sight of him.

His eyes opened, filled with lust and sensitivity as he stroked himself through his orgasm. Gasping as he heard you whimper with him, his tip twitched with every touch. Thrusting into his hand as he imagined he was fucking you, making the phone tremble.

Your praise echoed in his brain as he gasped suddenly, feeling himself cum hard in his hands. His eyes widened at the sight, biting your lip and you focused on him. As he continued to stroke himself, making himself cum for the second time.

“Did that feel good baby?” Your voice was giddy as you smirked at him, he nodded. Still holding his soft dick around his fingers, not wanting to move.

His eyes gazed at you, full of love.

“You’re so goddamn pretty” he sounded slightly annoyed at the prospect, his thoughts were interrupted with loud knock sounds on the other side of the door.

Sighing in annoyance, he removed his hand and got closer to the door. Not opening it, he spoke through the door. It was his manager, informing him that the rest of the band had gone to eat.

“Thanks Nigel, I’ll probably join you guys in a bit. Bye” his head was pressed against the door as he pulled faces into the camera. Your laugh resonated through the camera making him smile.

You continued talking for a few moments until Eddie told you that he should probably clean his hands, you smirked and kissed the camera in unison with him.

“I love you babe. Speak to you soon, I’ll miss you” his voice sounded sad as you ended the call.

Falling heavily onto the bed, silence filled your ears as you clutched onto the phone. Sighing, you felt suddenly so sad breathing through your potential tears. Trying your hardest to repress them until they spilled down your cheeks, you pushed your head into the pillow and began to cry heavily.

Eddie's face appeared in your mind, your heart ached for his touch in real life. It had been so long since you saw him last, every time the call ended you ached for him. His voice still made you tremble, soothing and turning you on all in one.

You had fallen in love with him hard and fast, he caught your fall with his love.

Months before tour, he promised you that he would be back sooner than expected. It had been 6 months since you last saw his face, this gift off him was exciting for you both. It connected you in a way that you never thought was possible.

As you got ready for work the next day, you received a text message from Eddie.

Hey Sweetheart,

I hope you have a good day at work.

Here is a fun idea, why don't you put your lush in and we can have some fun together today? ;)

You laughed at his message, opening the draw to where you had neatly tucked your lush into. Staring at it before deciding to take his advice, warming yourself up before sliding it in inside you with an 'oof'

Hey Eds,

I have it in me,

On my way to work now, let's have that fun. ;)

Sitting in your car as you began driving to work, you had connected the toy to Eddie's toy. Feeling nothing for the first few moments, as you pulled up to the lights. You began to vibrate, grasping onto the steering wheel as you gasped loudly. Your legs were shaking as you struggled to place your feet on the pedals.

Moaning loudly into the steering wheel gathering yourself together as you drove towards work. He was messing with the controls as you drove the work, your hips grinding against the chair as your clit pulsated.

Mumbling 'fuck' under your breath as you pulled up to work, sitting the parking lot for a few moments. Deciding to text Eddie as you sat in a pool of your own making.

Hey Eds,

Just got to work, you had me shaking on the drive over.

Please for me, keep it on the low setting. I don't want to get caught!

I love you

He replied almost instantly,

Hey Sweetheart,

Well that's no fun but you've got me so hard just thinking about you like that. I'll try and behave myself.

I love you too

Throughout the day, Eddie continued to play with the controls on your toy. Forcing you to go into the store rooms just to moan and catch your breath as he increased the speed, you sent him videos of yourself in store room moaning his name. Before you'd head out to greet the public with the low buzzing feeling between your legs.

As you walked to your car at the end of the day, you had not been able to cum all day. Your clit was throbbing, aching for release. You decided to ring Eddie as you drove home, letting him increase the speed.

He answered your video call within seconds, the sight of his face sent shivers down your body. Your clit twitched at the sight of his tongue.

''Hey Eds'' your voice was shaky and moany as you bit your lip, he smirked before changing the insensitivity of the controls between 100% and 1%, listening to you whimper for more.

''I bet your pretty pussy is so sore, needing to cum huh?'' his voice was dark and husky, a soft chuckle escaped his mouth as he heard your needy moans.

''Please Eddie, I need to'' you whined.

''I'm sorry but I don't know who Eddie is, use my real name Sweetheart if you want to cum'' his voice was deeper as he warned you.

''Uh huh, sorry Daddy'' you bit your lip as you stared at the camera.

''Good girl, now lets make you cum all those seats'' he groaned as he created his own pattern for you to use.

It was 3 minutes long, pressing 'use' on the app. You began shaking, your knuckles going white from gripping onto the steering wheel tightly. Your head was resting on the wheel, as you focused on the road in front of you. Eddie's voice echoed throughout the car as he coached you through the vibrations.

Grinding your clit against your underwear, in the wet pool that had collected throughout the day. It slid easily against the material, making you moan as your legs shook. Your clit hurting as it throbbed, you sped up with the movements gasping loudly as you felt yourself squirt.

You squirted three times, your legs violently moving against the chair. Your moans were loud, Eddie watched in amazement. His eyes pierced into you, making you cum a second time.

''Oh fuck Daddy, I came so hard. You're going to make me cum again aren't you?'' you whined loudly, your hands still firmly gripping the leather wheel.

Sitting in the wet patch in the seat, as your hips bucked as the vibrations increased inside of you.

''That's right Sweetheart'' his voice was sharp and clear, he was watching you as your moaned into your steering wheel.

Clenching yourself around the toy, your clit was rubbing against your underwear as he moved the controls. Your eyes rolled back as he controlled you through your orgasm, squirting once more over the chair. Gasping and panting 'Daddy' into the car as you came again.

''You've been such a good girl for Daddy. He's going to turn it off now, you need to rest okay Sweetheart'' his voice was soft and kind as he exited the controls.

Staying on the call with you until you reached home, you video called until he was called on stage. He sat and talked to you whilst you were in the bath, it felt as if he was in the room with you. The candles flickered as he stared at you covered by the bubbles of the bath.

''I love you Sweetheart, I will speak to you soon'' his voice was sad as he ended the call. Leaving you alone in the lukewarm bath, the candles were melting closer to the end.

You sat in the bath, your arms curled up to your knees until the water became cold. Emotionless, you wandered into the bedroom. Lying on the bed, still slightly damp, not bothering to dry yourself as you climbed into bed. Scrolling through the band's Instagram page, feeling jealous at the images of Eddie with fans. You fell asleep with your phone next to you on the pillow.

Eddie continued to play with your toy all week, making you cum in your car after work. Promising to pay for your seat to be cleaned, you laughed at his fake promises.

It was Friday, you knew that they would be playing their biggest show today. Feeling sadder at the idea of not being able to speak to Eddie for a while, he would be practicing and preparing for the big show. He had been meeting fans all day, when he finally called you.

His hair was messy, his eyes looked tired but they lit up at the sight of you. A big gleaming smile was plastered across his face, rambling to you about how amazing his fans were. Your jealousy crept through your veins but softened at the words ‘I love you’

You talked through your day until he was getting ready to go on stage, out of the blue he asked if you were near your lush toy.

‘’Yes Eddie, it’s in my drawer next to me’’ your eyebrows knitted together with a curious smile. Watching his lip curl.

‘’I want you to use it whilst I’m on stage, this might be naughty but I have an idea’’ he waited for your response before explaining his plan to you.

‘‘I replaced one of my earplugs with you, instead of the music it be your moans ‘’ his eyes were dark and hot as he stared at you.

You were intrigued by the idea, he stayed on the phone as you placed it inside you. Instructing you on how to warm yourself up, his phone was in his pocket with the camera off as he placed his headphone in his ear and walked on stage.

The screams of the crowd filled your phone, as your hands switched between playing with your clit and the controls. Making sure that Eddie could hear you, your legs in the air as you lay on your bed.

His voice echoed down the phone, your fingers sped up the pace on your clit as your eyes were tightly shut listening to Eddie sing. Listening to the crowd, as you whimpered edging closer and closer to your orgasm. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter with every note of Eddie’s voice.

‘’ Oh Daddy, I’m so wet for you. Just the sound of your voice makes me wet’’ your voice was strangled through your moans, gasping as you reached your orgasm. Your legs rapidly shaking, your phone moving across your chest as you came hard.

‘’Oh fuck, I came for you Daddy’’ you whined, moving the phone closer to your mouth to make sure Eddie heard.

As you leant forward to switch the camera mode, you accidentally muted Eddie. Gasping as you struggled to find the microphone button, not hearing Eddie on the other side of the phone. As you were forced onto your back, the vibrations of the lush toy made you moan with pleasure. Your body temperature increased with the fluctuating speed of the remote, unable to grab your phone you moaned as close to the speaker as you could.

‘’Oh Daddy’’ your moan came out whining and desperate as the controls went crazy on the screen as it sent you between high intensity and low intensity.

Your body rubbing against the bed as you moved with the toy, your muscles clenching around it. Your knuckles were hurting from the grip you had on the cover, your continuous moans echoed down the phone.

Managing to get your body closer to your phone, you scrambled to find the microphone setting needing to hear his voice on the other side of the phone.

‘’I need to hear your voice Daddy, I won’t be able to cum without it’’ you sounded needy and pathetic as you whined down the speaker.

Eddie began to talk to the crowd slowly as you groaned, not caring about who was controlling the toy. Your body fell back onto the bed, his voice sent shivers down your spine as it echoed into the speaker. You had moved the phone closer to your ear, you were grinding your clit against your hand as the toy pulasted inside of you.

Your legs tightened, your eyes opened quickly with a loud gasp. Squirting all over the bed, all over your legs and hands, you continued to move your hand through your orgasm as your body began to shake.

‘’Thank you Daddy, oh thank you. It feels so good’’ panting heavily, you turned the camera towards your face. Watching as it glitched, Eddie’s face appeared on the screen

‘’You sounded so good Sweetheart’’ he too was breathless, his face was dripping with sweat as he beamed at you. The lights illuminating his face, his eyes twinkled as he stared at you.

‘’It felt so good! Were you controlling it the whole time? ’’ you chuckled, your body relaxing as the toy paused its vibrations. Waiting for him to respond.

‘Well, Sweetheart…. Didn’t you hear me?’’ a sheepish look swept his face as he laughed.

‘’No Eds, it felt too good. I think I turned off the audio’’ you sheepishly laughed with him but shot him a puzzled look.

‘’Uh-- actually… it wasn’t me… I-i Uh passed it to the crowd and told them to activate it for a meet and greet’’ he scratched his head as he tried to avoid your gaze with embarrassment.

‘’What?’’ you replayed his words over and over in your head, trying to figure out how you felt.

You wanted to be angry, annoyed for not asking for your permission but as you stared at him. Your feelings changed, finding yourself thinking about how hot it was that Eddie actively listened to someone else encourage you to cum but only he was the one who could hear you.

After explaining your feelings to Eddie, you suggested that you do it again.

‘’Eddie, I had never came so hard in my life. The only rule I have is that I want you to hear me cum though’’ you winked at him, feeling hot and bothered at the idea of cumming that hard again.

You knew that connecting in this way with him was enough, your sex life would be strengthened when he finally came home but now the idea of him making you cum in a different country got you so hot and bothered.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #lush toy #fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfic #eddie cult

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lexsang · 8 months

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Could you recommend sources about sanguinarian vampirism? I tried to look for it but most recommend books seem to be published by sketchy/charlatan authors and it makes doubtful if they are genuine or not (besides some of them have very prejudiced views towards sang).

Videos, podcasts, articles, sites or books are all welcome recommendations and I would be very grateful if you had them.

Thank you very much!

(Sorry for how long it took for me to get back to you, the past few weeks have been hectic to say the least, but I've been thinkin about this ask since you sent it) My main issue with the vast majority of content on sanguinarian vampirism out there is that it is made by people who are just interested in vampires, and have no actual experience living through the things we live through. They often times come off as halloween-spooky, and inauthentic, with an emphasis on shock factor for an audience that doesn't understand that we really do actually exist.

Books are definitely not the place to look from my experience if you're interested in learning about sanguinarian vampirism. They are one of the best places if you're wanting to learn about psychic vampirism or vampiric witchcraft, but they're not for the blood drinkers.

Videos can be good learning material, but I haven't seen any on sanguinarianism that aren't just people talking about their experiences in the community, and it can get fairly full of unnecessary drama and zero useful info quick. I used to watch videos from the creator below, though I personally didn't get much out of them, but that may not be the case for you. Most of the videos are on psychic vampirism, but there are a few on sanguinarianism if I'm remembering correctly.

With Podcasts, I'm sure there are a number of one offs on paranormal podcasts if you look hard enough, but the time is most likely not worth it. The link below is one of the best I have seen, a series of great interviews with real vampires (I was lucky enough to be one of them, though that's not why I suggest this series), and the second is a youtube channel called Coffin Lounge (I would link, but youtube is being weird), which could be good, but I don't now yet. I have only listened to a little bit of the first episode, and it is more goth community centered than vamp, but there may be good stuff since since each episode is with a new guest.

Sites are the best bet so far, with forums being one of the best places to look imo.

Sanguinarius.org and their connected forum, VCMB.org were where I first realized I wasn't alone, and wasn't crazy. The biggest benefit of forums like this one, is that you are, without a doubt, listening to real people's experience, and seeing real vamps figure it out for themselves. There is so much information in the VCMB, even though it isn't very active anymore, the experiences are still there.

theredcellar.com has also been a personal favourite for ages. It is full of plenty of articles that focus on the medsang perspective, and it is home to some really down to earth vamps who are all wonderful. They also have a forum, as well as a discord that is linked on their site.

The absolute best teachers, however, are just regular old vampires. You will learn more in a few hours than you could hope to learn in months from articles and the sporadic info online by sending someone a message and asking if they have the capacity to answer your questions. Whether you are an awakening vamp looking for advice, or just interested in the real, visceral experience that vampires live through, most are kind and willing to share. Everyone's experience is different, and speaking to multiple people will help you realize just how colourful and varied the world of vampirism is.

And if you are a vampire, I know that this is cliché, but experience is a great teacher. So much of vampirism, from what I've seen and experienced myself, is about trying to run away from the vampiric experience, and be as human as possible. It has stopped being about that for me. Manage your health of course, and don't go without feeding for too long if you can help it. Take the substitutes you need to take to control the beast when you need to take them, but feeling those cravings instead of fleeing from them is a great way to become more familiar with vampirism. No one will be able to tell you more about your vampirism than yourself. Learn to meditate in those moments of hunger. You are a vampire, it's ok to allow yourself to be just that from time to time.

I hope this was helpful! Please feel free to ask if you have any more questions, I'm more than happy to help if you feel that I can :)

#sanguinarian #real vampire #vampyre

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robinofgothamcity · 2 years

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"i'll be your tutor."

character: eli brooks / the girl next door

pronouns used: she/her

note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / please don't clown me this is my first time writing for eli and i struggled a bit lmao

"dude, she won't go for you. klitz maybe but she's not into weird guys like you," a friend of yours told eli who looked mightily offended at what she had said. you were sitting down on your computer typing up the last bit of your paper when your friend caught eli staring at you with no bit of shame, "and why do you say that?" he asked.

klitz knew what she had meant when she said that you'd be into him more than eli. you were academically smart and really only associated yourself with those who were in your classes. you and klitz were off to yale in the fall as the two of you were the only students in the entire student body accepted to an ivy league school.

"i know you're dumb eli but use what you learned in english and gather context clues here," she said. eli thought about it for a quick second, "you're saying i'm dumb?" your friend started laughing as they all saw you approaching them. eli stood in place subtly fixing his shirt.

"hey, ap world starts in a few minutes and we shouldn't be late," you told your friend and klitz. you gave a wave to his friend matt before looking to eli, "hey," you greeted him before ushering the others to get a move on.

eli looked to matt with an excited look on his face. you knew of klitz's friend eli. he had this weird little porn directing ambition and although you knew it should have grossed you out, a part of you overlooked that. eli was cute and you knew if eli was athletically inclined, he'd be as popular as the other kids in the school. you; however, did know eli was not as smart academically. klitz had told you a few times that he struggled in the easiest subject sometimes.

now that summer was approaching and all of you were on the brink of graduating, you knew you had all summer to do as you pleased. yale didn't begin their classes until after labor day weekend and that would be more than enough time to actually fulfill any kind of activities that wouldn't be shoving your head into a book.

all of you got to ap world history when you opened your phone to see a message from the leader of the tutoring center.

"tutors needed asap. student names and subjects below:

eli brooks: american history from 1700s to present."

you saw the list of other names and realized that there wouldn't be many people to take eli as student.

"i'll take eli from 3-4:30."

you sent the text and put your phone back into your pocket. the lesson was boring but considering all you had to do was pay attention to the lecture and turn in half decent notes until graduation came, you knew it wasn't hard work. you had heard of the other ap students who still had to take exams even after the national exams had finished.

once class finished you saw klitz running up to you from his desk. you stared at him confused, "you'll really take eli? like you're not joking?" he asked frantically. you nodded, "you have no idea how much this means. he's literally on the brink of failing american history and not graduating," he said.

"american history is so easy. tell him i'll meet him in the library after school. he'll need his notebook and textbook."

klitz nodded as you walked away towards the cafeteria. you had a free period before you scheduled lunch hour which you usually spent doing homework in an empty classroom. klitz on the other hand sprinted to find eli. he found him already heading towards his math class clearly still not informed on what you had agreed too or else he wouldn't have been as calm as he was.

"dude check your phone!" he screamed causing eli to jump back. eli didn't say anything but did as klitz asked and saw a few messages.

"your assigned tutor: ( your name ). scheduled meeting times: mondays and wednesdays from 3-4:30."

eli stared at klitz as if he didn't believe what he read. he reread what the text said before shaking klitz, "if this is a joke give it up now," eli stated as klitz shook his head no, "she's serious she told me to tell you to meet her in the library with your textbook and notes after the bell rings!" he yelled back. they both sounded like little girls at the way they were screaming about this but this was practically a dream come true for eli. you were his tutor. his tutor.

"maybe you will graduate after all," klitz said. eli laughed in disbelief as he arrived to the front of his math class, "maybe she'll be in one of my movies?" eli asked klitz which immediately earned him a smack on the head, "don't ruin your chances by acting dumb!" he yelled as he realized the warning bell had rang off a minute ago and he was going to be late to class.

once classes finished you had made your way to the library. you had took out your snacks and laid them on the table as you pulled out a library copy of the american history textbook. you noticed eli at the entrance of the library doors as matt and klitz were talking to him. you couldn't make out what they were saying but you could tell they were excited about whatever it was.

eventually eli made his way towards you and sat down nervously across the table, "hey eli! so you're having issues in american history?" you asked. he nodded nervously, "well, what's the issue? dates? specifics of war?" you asked.

"i guess the dates of things. i failed my last three exams for not knowing the correct dates," your eyes widened hearing how many exams he failed in a row, "oh okay well i guess we'll start there. how about we focus on your next two exams which will be enough to have you pass with at least a C-."

eli sighed knowing he was actually going to have to actually do work but paid attention to what you were saying. the way you were bending over the table to point out a few things in the book made his look at your figure. your shirt was riding up showing your hips which caused him to get flustered.

"eli! pay attention! the 1930s market crash has a lot of dates to remember! if it's dates you're struggling with, this section has a lot of them you need to remember and what happened with them so i would pay attention."

before you could say anything else, your stomach grumbled.

"sorry," you said a bit embarrassed, "i had a few snacks before you got here but i skipped lunch accidentally but thats besides the point!" you said going back to the textbook. eli laughed at the way you tried to dismiss your hunger and stared back at the book.

the two of you remained in the library until your alarm went off indicating that your time with him was finished, "see you on wednesday? we could go over this and a few other things that you might need to learn," you said closing the textbooks.

you gave him one final smile as he waved at you goodbye. you knew you had to run home before it got dark or else your mom would yell at you once again for walking alone. before you could leave, you saw eli's hat on the chair next to where he sat. you grabbed the black cap reading the 'vivid video' on the front. you rolled your eyes but grabbed it knowing that he practically lived in that hat.

the next morning you got to school an hour before classes were set to begin. you always got there a few minutes to an hour because of how quiet the halls were.

you had placed eli's hat on your head and got to working on one of the school computers. you liked to mess with the computers they had in the tech room every once in a while. the computers were like bigger calculators in your mind and every chance you got to write your papers on them, you enjoyed it.

as the school got busier, you closed the computer and went on your way to find eli. you knew him and the rest of them hung out in the front of the school.

"hey eli, you forgot your hat yesterday in the library," you said approaching him. eli felt his heart racing seeing you in his hat. you took it off and placed it on his head, struggling to put it on his head due to his height, "see you guys around," you said hearing your friend calling your name.

eli snatched his hat, smelling it like a creep, "it smells her shampoo," he exclaimed. matt and klitz rolled their eyes, "kinda weird dude," matt said. eli shook his comment off and continued to hold it. he didn't want to get his feelings up but maybe he did hold a chance in dating you.

"when's the next time you guys study together?" klitz asked as they all headed towards homeroom, "wednesday. we have like two more study sessions before my next exam so she's crammed dates into my head like it's her job," he replied, "yeah, figured as much."

you decided to meet with eli on sunday at his place. you wanted to make sure he got a few extra hours of studying done before his exam tomorrow. from the small quizzes you had given him throughout the week, you knew he would pass even if it was by a slim chance.

the May heat was starting to begin which meant that you were now wearing a bit more of revealing clothing. you had on a yale tanktop and athletic shorts. you opted for the most comfortable things you had in your closet and that was the closest thing to loose clothing.

"i think we could use a break," you exclaimed slamming his book down. eli laughed as he tossed you a water from his small fridge, "tired?" he asked. you nodded, "yale has been bugging me about getting in my grades as soon as possible and we have entrance exams next time so i've been busy. what colleges have you applied too?" you asked.

eli stayed quiet not knowing what to say.

"a few, why do you ask?" you shrugged, "just wondering. i know klitz and i are going to yale and matt is heading to georgetown so i figured you'd be going somewhere close to either of them." he never thought of applying to surrounding schools to where klitz and matt were going but he was too late. he knew most schools closed applications in march.

"why don't you apply to community colleges in new haven or washington d.c.? you know that going to community colleges and transferring credits to a four year saves you money," you explained, "i feel like a stupid admissions counselor right now but it's true. you could still be close to matt or klitz if you did that."

"why do you care so much?" eli asked without realizing how rude he sounded. you laughed as you noticed how quickly he covered his mouth, "you're my student eli. i know you're smart, you just have to push yourself harder, that's all. i also know about that other dream you have and i mean, in theory, you could go to school for directing or filming," you responded.

eli stared at you as if you were einstein, "you're right," he murmured, "i tend to be," you joked as you smacked your pen on the book in front of him, "lets get back to studying brooks and if you get most of the questions right, you'll get a surprise," you replied.

eli was surprised to hear what you had said last but grabbed the printed paper from your hand and got to work. you sat back, enjoying the fan that was hitting your face and waited for eli to finish the small quiz. it took him a few minutes but once he finished, he looked back up and saw you with your eyes closed and taking in the cold air that was hitting you.

"done," he responded. you bent over and grabbed the paper along with your pink pen. eli stared at you nervously. he wanted to know what the surprise was but it felt as if you were taking your time, "why is it that you work the hardest when you have an offer at the end?" you asked playfully as you handed back the perfect 100%.

you put the books away and smiled, "your surprise is that you're done an hour early," you joked as he deflated at what you said. you moved the books onto the floor and couldn't help but notice how cute he looked. he was leaning towards the back of the chair as he was sitting on it with the back facing the front.

"anyone ever tell you how cute you are?" you asked suddenly. eli was taken back by what you had said, "no," he stuttered nervously. you laughed as you bent to try and get closer to him, "i mean, you're a little weird given that porn directing dream you have but hey, we all have our interests, right?"

eli couldn't believe what he was hearing. here you were, one of the smartest kids in the entire school calling him cute. you didn't even find him wanting to direct porn that weird!

"yeah i guess," he murmured with a bundle of nerves overtaking him. you smiled and leaned in closer to him, "maybe i can be in one, discreetly of course," you whispered. eli felt like he had ascended to heaven because of what you were saying.

"you'd be into it?" he asked. you laughed at how suddenly confident he was, "i mean, you can at least ask me out to be your girlfriend first," you replied. you felt eli's breath hitting your lips making you want to just smash your lips on his but you restrained from doing so.

"you pass your exam and i'll let you take me out on a date. how does that sound?" you asked. you had bent yourself over enough to push up your breasts to try and make him even more flustered but eli's confidence had overtaken him and smashed your lips on his. you laughed in-between kisses but let him continue. his hand found yours as he intertwined them.

before you could moan any louder than you just were as he bit down on your lip to tease you he pulled away and felt like he was on cloud nine.

"can you help me study some more?" he asked now excited more than ever. you nodded, pulling yourself back and opening up the textbook again. a part of you really did hope eli passed his exam because if he was this great of a kisser as a virgin, you knew third base would take you by surprise.

"the 1930s great depression started because of......"

#the girl next door #the girl next door x reader #the girl next door imagine #eli brooks #eli brooks imagine #eli brooks x reader

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i-need-some-advice-on · 6 months

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I need some advice on how to exclude an ex-friend from activities I organize between a mutual friendgroup without stirring the pot

(There's a lot of prelude, but I promise it's relevant, I hope? Tw for mentions of self harm)

I have a friend (19M, at first irl, then online over discord) with whom I was close to for a few years until a few months ago—I used to consider them my best friend. However, our last two years of friendship were strained on account of my dwindling mental health due to workload from my new school and inability to communicate about what I needed, and it ended in them blocking me. I recognize that I was primarily at fault for how things went downhill and that I should have stepped away much sooner, and I regret it.

I feel most guilty for how a few days after I was initially blocked and told not to contact, I went explicitly against this and sent them a document of my "thought process" during those last two years of friendship which included photos of my self harm. When I began writing this document, it was meant to be completely private and only for me but written as if directed to them. There was a warning repeated multiple times that there were to be images of my self harm for my future self. I sent this document to them on an unplanned whim very late at night during an emotional night, and as soon as I woke up I revoked the document share. I hate myself for it because no one was supposed to be exposed to it, and I hoped they didn't get a chance to see it because there was no way for me to check.

At the same time, I am glad they cut off communication with me because in retrospect, there was no way I would have helped myself get better if they hadn't. I am feeling better now than I have in years. I do not think I want to return to texting them and am hesitant to even interact with them. This sounds ironic considering they were the one who (rightfully) cut me off, but we used to text every day, hours each day for most of (at least my) free time, and looking back, they put enough stress on me when school started up to push me over the edge mentally because of how they themselves were at a place of low confidence where they'd infodump to me about their stories constantly but at the same time put themselves down just as much. Since they often compared themselves to me, I ended up sharing less of my own hyperfix hyjinks with them in fear of upsetting them, and that grew into a really bad tendency that I'm still trying to outgrow to almost never talk about myself, although I'm getting way better with it.

Overall, after I got over my initial slump and did very well on my final exams, I was doing great and decided to return to hosting "events" among my main friend group. Since we couldn't do anything in person anymore, I instead decided to put us into a customizable game simulating life. I all put the information into the groupchat, expecting my ex-friend to simply ignore it seeing as they were the one who cut off contact with me. They did not. They gave me their information to enter into the game. I asked them to message me in private for clarification as the main friend group I do not think knows to this day what happened between us. They did and told me simply that they wanted to be in the game since I had phrased it like a "friend group wide event". I told them I wasn't sure if I wanted to include them because we at that point already hadn't talked for a few months and was unsure of how to speak with and of them amongst our larger friend group. They then told me that they would expose me to the larger friend group what I was like and specifically talked about the pictures I had put into the document with my self harm. They in the same conversation insulted me and accused me of trying to manipulate them and being like a serial killer. I understand in retrospect how it seemed I was trying to regain contact with them when I sent the document, but it did hurt despite that because it in genuine was an attempt by me to explain myself and gain closure, even if I do agree with them. I don't know why they wanted to be in my game considering they thought this of me. I ended up letting them into the game, although I now somewhat regret this as it did hinder somewhat my enjoyment of doing it.

That game is now done with, but I am currently planning another one that this time will be much more involved as it is a custom werewolf game. I haven't told anyone in the friend group yet, but I'm worried a similar thing will happen again, and I don't know what I will do if it does.

I have since told the friend group that I used to self harm for a long time, but none of them to my knowledge know what happened between my ex-friend and I, and I don't know how they would react. They might leave it in the "past" considering it was several months ago and I haven't done anything similar to anyone else, but I'm not sure if my judgement is skewed considering I would obviously have a less harsh perspective on my own actions. Ideally, this all stays buried since I don't want to go into depth of how I used to take pictures and such of my self harm though.

How can I discreetly exclude my ex-friend from participating in my new game once I announce it?

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jegulushouse · 10 months

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The Day After

This is half properly written and half bullet point ideas. I don't have a lot of experience writing with omegaverse dynamics so it may be a bit… I dunno.. clunky and rough in some spots as I learn and smooth out wrinkles… stick with me. Also, it's not front and centre.

⦁ Sirius brought Remus back to their apartment the morning after, which was routine when they were together post-moon. James used to be there and help until he went into hiding.

⦁ When they get to their place, Aberforth is standing in their kitchen. He informed them that Albus required their presences at St. Mungo's as soon as they were able to be there.

⦁ His alpha was in fairly rough condition so Sirius took the message and sent Aberforth on his merry way. He settled Lupin into their bed and healed his wounds as best as possible. He put a charmed meal, a few labeled potions and a note telling Remus that Dumbledore called and he'd be home as soon as possible on the nightstand.

⦁ Their bed is a four poster with thick curtains on the outside and thinner, partially translucent inner ones which allows privacy in light or darkness. It gives Remus a den aspect while Sirius can nest on the mattress.

⦁ Unfortunately, waking up to a missing pack- or bonded-mate and a note or message of some sort containing a vague description of what was happening and when it will or has occurred wasn't uncommon for lots of people, including Sirius and Remus. Full moons always ended up this way, if Remus was around and usually it was the barely functional werewolf being called away.

⦁ Remus knew that Sirius would fight until it killed him or they won and he loved this about his omega but Sirius being in less danger than him was something that pleased him. He also knew the only way that Sirius would never be called on for a dangerous mission was to win the war. If he wasn't already 1000% invested, he was for this objective.

⦁ Jokes on him, I can see rule-breaking Sirius becoming a law-enforcing auror provided the freedom to do so. Which has its risks ofc.

⦁ Sirius apparitated on the street outside and the first thing Sirius noticed that was off was the amount of celebrating wizards in the street; enough for muggles to take notice too. It didn't settle his growing panic, the panic which was always just under the surface these days.

⦁ The ever-present panic stilled his hyperactive restlessness to a sad, emptiness. Nobody has the time nor energy to cry and hyperventilate or crack a joke, Sirius included.

⦁ He was met in the lobby by Dumbledore, on his way out (to meet up with Regulus), and Lily. The alpha was crying. The sight of her made his stomach drop.

⦁ At first, he figured he must've made a face because the first thing Lily did was hug him too tight for him to breathe, her face in his neck. It occurred to him that she could smell him when he realized her alpha was trying to sooth his omega with her pheromones. Given her own state, she was failing to soothe him.

⦁ "We're fine. We all are." She said, "It's been a rollercoaster." He didn't ask what a rollercoaster was. A muggle thing.

⦁ Lily brought Sirius to James' room and began catching him up along the way. James was asleep. "He was awake earlier but he overexerted himself with Harry. Harry's," She stopped dead in her tracks and began crying again.

⦁ Seeing her child get hit with a killing curse is unimaginable and she saw it. He shouldn't've survived. She knows this.

⦁ "Lily?"

⦁ She pulled back after a moment and pushed her hair from her face as she regained her composure somewhat.

⦁ "Harry's fine. He's completely fine." She said, "Just a scratch." She whispered the last bit, more to herself than him. She began walking again and Sirius followed, finally processing what all of them being at St. Mungo's meant.

⦁ "What about James? Why are we here?" His brain and body made a connection for the first time since arriving and the questions began tumbling out his mouth. "You guys should be in--? Peter! Where is Pete? He's okay, right?"

⦁ They arrived in James' room and Lily sat down in a pre-positioned chair. She was already used to him being there but Sirius froze in the doorway.

⦁ James looked like he was asleep and he was just sleeping but part of Sirius needed convincing that he was only sleeping.

⦁ He could see it. James, who was hyperactive (bc panic didn't calm him like it did Sirius) and who could rarely stay still and talked in his sleep throughout their years at Hogwarts, was entirely still and a bit pale and the hospital scent blockers didn't help.

⦁ There was a bandage around his head but the dried blood that seeped through above his left eye told him where the injury was.

⦁ He could see it, a world where James wasn't breathing.

⦁ He pictured it all the time. More so since Peter was made their secret keeper 10 days prior. It started after the McKinnons died; Marlene was so peaceful looking like she was only asleep.

⦁ Marlene's death hit them all different; no longer were the victims people known by people they knew. It solidified that they weren't immune to this war, that their loved ones really could die, that they all really might die.

⦁ It hit them all different but Sirius found their bodies.

⦁ There were many nights after that where Sirius would shake Remus awake late into the night to hear him talk. To see that he was really alive. Or call Lily on the muggle phone to talk to her and James.

⦁ One time he made Peter floo over at 3 AM bc Peter was that nightmare's victim. The beta and his pregnant mate spent the night in Remus' den with the mated pair.

⦁ Yes, I gave peter a mate and child. They likely met right out of school and had a fast-paced romance (not unusual during war times; people don't know how much life they really have left). Guy or gal, any second gender as long as they can get pregnant bc they had a child.

⦁ "He's okay. Sirius." Lily said, while summoning a chair and gesturing for Sirius to sit. "He was blown into a wall but the healers say he'll make a quick, full recovery. Harry has a mark on his head. It'll likely scar but he's truly okay. He's in the baby unit right now. James insists that Harry's here whenever he's awake and gets all worked up so Harry sleeps when James sleeps right now." She huffed in a hollow laugh. "Roles reversed."

⦁ "Lily." Sirius said slowly as he processed. "Lily, what happened? Did you leave Godric's Hollow? I know James is going stir-crazy but Peter's risking himself to protect--"

⦁ "We're not that stupid, Sirius Black." She snapped. Sirius flinched slightly and glanced at James.

⦁ Lily's face and tone softened. Sirius' glance to James was one downward and she recognized the submission even if the omega didn't notice himself. Sirius didn't submit to her quick-temper; it's not about dominance. This bothered her immediately.

⦁ Then she whispered. "Peter told. He told him, Sirius. He was in with Voldemort."

⦁ Was. Peter is dead. He couldn't breathe. Peter died.

⦁ Later he will feel guilty for grieving Peter's death before he even registered that Peter betrayed their pack first.

⦁ "Peter, he- he-- okay. No. No way. Peter, he- he wouldn't. He-" But he did. He was the only one who could. "Oh. Oh god no. No, no, no. I let him talk me into--"

⦁ "No. Sirius, you don't blame yourself." Lily cut his uncharacteristic stutter off. She should've known Sirius would blame himself. "We agreed, James and I. We trusted him too. You aren't to blame, okay?"

⦁ "Okay?" She repeated when Sirius didn't. "Sirius, I'm okay. My boys are fine."

⦁ "Yeah, okay." Sirius said. Lily nodded. She knew she wouldn't get more.

⦁ They were silent for a moment and watched James together. Lily wanted to put his glasses back on. Then he would look more like himself.

⦁ "You said 'was'. How did Pete die?" Sirius asked.

⦁ Lily startled out of her head and turned to Sirius. "No. Voldemort died." She sat back again. "Mal-- They captured Peter but he escaped."

⦁ That was what people were celebrating outside. He figured if he lived to see it that he would be with them but all he wanted was to see Harry now that he'd seen James. Lily and James were attacked. By Voldemort. Because Peter was a traitor. But they were okay. Lily, James and Harry were fine and Voldemort was dead.

⦁ "Also, the Malfoys are on our side. And Nott; a Slytherin a few years ahead of us."

⦁ "What!?" He hooked his foot around the leg of her chair and turned her bodily. She was sagging back against the plastic. Double agents were the least important bit of information she'd received in the last 24 hours.

⦁ Dumbledore brought Lily in on the spy statuses of the Malfoys and Nott which she shared with James. Voldemort died upstairs in the Potter house without seeing the Malfoys and Nott in the lower parts of the house and stairs (so he, too, is unaware).

⦁ "Y'know. Your cousin and her husband. They showed up with Dumbledore; I think they ratted Peter out to save us." Neither had it in them to laugh at the unintentional pun. "They have a little guy around Harry's age."

⦁ Lily would eventually explain how Dumbledore, Nott and the Malfoys showed up not even five minutes after Voldemort. How Voldemort died via back-firing curse meant for Harry and how Harry didn't die. She would take him to see Harry and promise to floo him the moment James was up again. Then he would have to go and repeat the news to Remus.

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HII! I'm really curious if you're still taking requests but if you are can you please do a season 2! billy russo x Krista dumont's sister reader when the reader comes to visit Krista but she met Billy instead, and then after a few hours of talking to each other they slept together (oh dear) Then Krista caught them. If you're able to make it tysm!

I am for this, I can't resist a chance to mess with Krista Dumont. I changed it a little bit, but I hope you'll like it anyway.

"Sanctuary"

Part I

Gif by @benbarnxs

Billy Russo x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Only mentions of blood for this part but this series will include oral sex, rough sex, semi-feral Billy and canon level physical violence (not towards the Reader)

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The knocking on your front door made you jump from your seat, big cats documentary left on pause as you eyed the blue laminate wearily. It wasn't late enough in the evening to be truly alarming but, in your experience, nothing good ever came of unannounced visits. And you had already had enough of those for the day thanks to your dear sister's anyway. You had half a mind not to answer, pretend there wasn't anybody home, but a part of you was curious too, a part of you wanted to see which one of the few idiotic coworkers who had your address was desperate enough to seek your help.

Your friends knew better. They had enough sense and forethought not to just drop by, and if an emergency had come up, you would have been summoned to The Slat.

No, this was either someone who didn't know you or didn't care to respect your carefully crafted boundaries, and you weren't in the mood to deal with either, but as the frantic knocking became banging, you had no choice but to get up to answer.

"Hello? Who is it??" You called out, careful not to get too close to the door, in case whoever was behind it decided to kick his way in. Being a girl living alone in New York had taught you a thing or two.

"Dr. Dumont?" A man's voice, unfamiliar and anguished replied. You rolled your eyes. Of course, this was your sister's fault. Wasn't everything, always? "Dr. Dumont it's me, Billy… Billy Russo"

You froze. You knew that name. Probably everyone in the city did, his face had been plastered all over the news all day.

Armed. Dangerous. Do not attempt to approach, call the police immediately. You had the whole spiel memorized by then.

… So why were you opening the door instead of dialing 911?

As it was, the man you found on the other side of the door looked nothing like the picture painted by the news, not even with all the blood covering him. He didn't look angry or threatening, if anything, he looked a little pathetic, with those big brown eyes shiny with unshed tears, face covered in fresh scars, and visibly shaking Billy Russo looked terrified.

Billy Russo looked broken.

“You-You're not Krista…” He mumbled, visibly taken aback.

You resisted the urge to scoff.

“Sorry to disappoint” Your tone was softer as you asked with genuine concern, “Is that your blood?”

Billy seemed to hesitate but ultimately shook his head no, eyes fixed to the floor unable to meet yours.

You sighed, stepping aside to make room for him,

“Come in”

It was probably unwise to turn your back to an alleged mass murderer covered in blood, but that was precisely what you did as you led the way to your tiny kitchen, mind running a mile a minute as it tried to play catch up with your heart.

“My sister is not here, but I can call her if that's ok with you?”

He frowned at that as if mystified as to why he wouldn't agree to you using a phone.

“Yes” He finally decided, “just- just put in on speaker”

You did, so you both listened as it rang and rang until it sent you to voice-mail. Not surprising, since your sister rarely, if ever, picked up your calls. You left a vague message informing her one of her patients was waiting for her at your place and hung up.

"Would you like some tea while we wait?"

"You know who I am" It wasn't a question, so you didn't answer.

"Why are you so calm? Why are you helping me?"

The truth was, you didn't know. You could try to rationalize it, tell yourself your boss had shown interest when the news of his escape first broke, but that wasn't your job and you weren't one to go above and beyond strictly what they paid you for. Or tell yourself that, much like your sister, you were a bleeding heart for lost causes, but you had never shared her particular brand of daddy issues. And you didn't want to think you were shallow enough for the reason to be his puppy dog eyes and pretty face, painfully handsome even with those scars. You had no answer satisfactory enough even to you, let alone him.

So, you deflected,

"Would you rather I'd be freaking out and calling the police?"

He shook his head no,

"I'm sorry,” Billy conceded, placating, “I should be thanking you for being so kind, for helping me, I just-... I'm not used to people showing me kindness. Except for your sister, of course,” He quickly added, as if you needed the reminder of why he was there. Or maybe, he was reminding himself.

You wondered, not for the first time, exactly what kind of bond your sister had with her patients.

“The world is unkind” You repeated your father’s words, still clear inside your head even after all those years, “it’s why we try not to be”

“Well… I- I appreciate it” The wanted fugitive smiled at you, small and tentative, and it all made sense then: How a man could get away with so much as Billy Russo had supposedly had, how an intelligent, powerful woman, a homeland agent no less, had fallen for it, fallen for him, had let herself be snared by the man in front of you, too busy being mesmerized by his charisma to realize he was compromising her investigation and plotting her downfall.

And apparently, you were the same. The way your heart skipped a beat told you you were exactly that shallow, your judgment as compromised as Dinah Madani’s investigation, and maybe even your sister’s good sense if she had any, to begin with.

You were supposed to be smarter than that, to be better than that, you had to if you ever wanted to be more than the Kingpin’s spider, his favorite little spy. You made a point of always allowing yourself to be compassionate, as much as a way to soothe your own conscience as to spite your boss, but you couldn’t afford yourself this.

Billy Russo could not stay.

“And please, I don’t want to abuse your hospitality” The man in question was saying, eyes lowering self-consciously, calling your attention back to the moment, “but I would be very grateful if I could wash up before Dr. Dumont gets here… ”

You blinked. Yes, that was exactly what you needed, to get away from this man and his strange influence. Plus, it would give you the perfect opportunity to call your sister again and make it very very clear that if she didn't show up soon to deal with her problem, it would become the police’s.

“I’m sorry. You are being so nice already, I shouldn’t have pushed-”

“I’ll get the shower ready for you”

Billy was unmistakably confused as you led him through your apartment, ignoring the guest’s bathroom in favor of your more secluded ensuite, but if he noticed the potential trap, he didn't say it. For your part, as soon as you were out of his sight, you shoot your sister a quick Telegram message, threatening with calling the cops just as you had planned. It was obviously a bluff, if the cops entered your building your boss was bound to hear about it, but Krista didn't know that. There was a lot about your life your sister didn't know about, to her you were just her loser little sister she was embarrassed of, a drop out who was lucky to have a temp job at Fisk Industries. You had no intention to set the record straight, let her ride her high horse, you knew the truth. You had plenty of dirt on her stored away, just in case, and you were willing to use some of it if your little bluff didn't work.

Sibling rivalry had always been very real with you, as serious and consuming as adults as it had been when you guys were little, eclipsing it all until it was the only thing you could see in your tunnel vision.

Which was probably why it caught you completely unaware when you stepped into your bathroom to give Billy some clean towels only to find him standing there, naked from the waist up, a tower of pale smooth skin and muscle. All strong and beautiful and male, you could physically feel your mouth going dry, your pupils dilating, all the air suckered punched out of your chest.

He seemed to grow taller under your gaze, his whole demeanor changing as the seconds passed while you were blatantly staring at him. Shoulders twitching and then falling back, spine straightening, Billy took half a step forwards, looming over you so you were forced to crane your neck to look into his eyes, somehow even darker now. The change was so sudden, so complete it made you dizzy, gone was the vulnerable, broken man on the verge of crumbling you opened your door to. In his place, stood a predator, so elegant and deadly as the panthers you liked watching on TV so much. As one corner of his mouth rose in a devious smirk you understood there was no escape.

Billy Russo was going to eat you alive.

To be continued...

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