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thegr33nc0met · 1 year ago

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Ooo, hi! Could we get any Yandere Stu Macher headcanons! And also if you do the whole “__ anon” thing, I’d like to be 🐈‍⬛ Anon!

Thank you! And don’t feel the need to rush, whenever ur ready is fine

Yandere Stu Macher Headcanons ♥︎

CONTENT WARNINGS: Yandere behavior, Slight Dub Con, NSFW, GN Reader/Unspecified anatomy, Stu being a perv, mentions of murder, mentions of kidnapping, Pet name (Stu calls reader cutie), I think that’s it??

♥︎ the moment he saw you he was absolutely smitten (I mean how could he not?? look at you you’re gorgeous!!)

maybe he saw you at school talking to Tatum or Sidney, or at the video stare talking with Randy. he came skipping up to the two of you with a huge grin on his face, unable to take his eyes off you. “who’s this cutie?” he’d ask. the way you blushed at him calling you a cutie, oh it was over for you.

♥︎ he’s always looking at you with big heart eyes

♥︎ even before you two become a couple, he’s always in your space. privacy? what’s that?? never heard of her. he’s so clingy once you two get closer. he’s always gotta have an arm wrapped around your shoulder or waist whenever you’re with him (which is basically always). any free time you have will be filled with spending time with him, whether you’re hanging out with the group or it’s just the two of you.

♥︎ Billy immediately catches on to how obsessed Stu is with you, but he doesn’t really care (as long as you don’t get in the way of their plans, who’s he to come between ‘love’ right?). the others think it’s cute how much he likes you, not catching on to the dangerous obsessive side he has.

♥︎ I believe that Stu’s love language is gift-giving and acts of service. you two are at the local strip mall and he sees you eyeing something a little too long?? boom. it’s on your doorstep or in your locker the next day.

♥︎ I don’t see Stu is a very jealous yandere. he sees someone flirting with you, he doesn’t need to worry. you’re his and they don’t stand a chance with you (especially if they’re six feet under).

♥︎ but what happens when you start to like someone else? what happens when he sees you sparing longing looks at someone in your shared history class? when he sees you and that person laughing together in the halls and spending more time together?

♥︎ seeing you look at another person like that… he feels his heart sink. but that sadness and disappointment is quickly pushed to the side by annoyance. he plasters on a fake smile and saunters up to the two of you by your locker, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “hey, cutie.” he greets, looking down at you and not even sparing a glance at the person you were talking to. the person would get uncomfortable and mumble out something like “I’ll see you later…” before walking away.

before you can chastise Stu for being rude, he’s begging you to come over after school. and how could you say no to his big blue pleading puppy dog eyes? he pumps his fist victoriously with a goofy grin before the two of you head to your separate classes.

the drive to his place is… tense. you can sense something’s off with him, despite the smile on his face he’s clearly trying to hide. the car is silent, save for the soft music from the radio, until he speaks up. “so that person you were talking to earlier…” he starts. “you like them?” he asks, his voice neutrally casual.

“I guess…” you respond, shrugging lightly. you notice his knuckles are white from gripping the wheel tightly. neither of you say anything. you feel your heart nervously thump in your chest.

the hang out at his place is normal. you watch a few movies, play a card game, and order a pizza until he decides to take you home.

♥︎ their body was found in the lake the following Sunday.

♥︎ Stu holds you in his arms as you cry after you heard the news (trying to avoid pressing his boner up against you, getting harder from every sob that escapes your mouth. trying to restrain himself from pushing you onto your back and leaving wet kisses all over your pretty face. biting back how badly he wants to tell you how pretty you look when you cry).

♥︎ weeks later, when you seem to have calmed down from the death of your crush, he invites you over again. the credits to Texas Chainsaw Massacre had rolled around, you were leaning on the arm of the couch with your legs laid across his lap. as you silently watch the words scroll by on the screen, he leans down, pressing a kiss to your neck. he pauses when he feels your body jolt beneath him in surprise.

“what are you doing?” you ask. he doesn’t respond, only smirking before pressing a few more kisses to your neck. he experimentally nips at your skin, smirking when he hears your breath hitch. he won’t force himself onto you if you ask him to stop, starting to push at his shoulders in an attempt to push him off.

but he would definitely be disappointed. after all he’s done for you? after all he’s had to sacrifice??

“come on, cutie…” he’d whisper against your neck. “don’t you wanna feel good?” he’d almost giggle at the thought of having you.

♥︎ without any further protest, he’d continue kissing your neck, sucking hickeys onto your flesh for everyone to see who you belong to. he’d rip your pants and underwear off, nearly tearing the fabric in the process (he’d give you a half-assed apology later if he had to). the clothing would barely be at your knees before he’s diving head-first into your crotch, licking and sucking every inch he can, moaning around you whenever your breath hitches and you lightly tug on his hair.

“you like that?” he’d grin devilishly against your sensitive flesh, giggling when you’d jolt and whimper from the intense pleasure. he’d hold your thighs down once you start squirming from over stimulation, and there’s not a snowballs chance in hell you’re breaking loose unless he wants you to because that man is strong. he’d find it cute how you whine and kick you legs as you beg him to stop or slow down. but he doesn’t. because you want to make him happy, right??

♥︎ by the time he finally pulled away from you, he had ripped three orgasms from you, his chin and your thighs covered in your fluids and his spit.

♥︎ but don’t think he’s done!! not one bit. he gave you plenty of pleasure, so it’s only fair you do the same right??

♥︎ he’ll slide himself inside you, not deterred by the pained whines you let out from your oversensitivity. he has a high stamina, and can give you at least three more orgasms before he cums inside of you, moaning into your ear or against your lips.

then he’d cuddle back up next to you once he’s done and fall asleep with you wrapped in his arms<3

♥︎ if you thought he was clingy before you had sex, oh boy you’re in for a treat. autonomy?? never heard of her.

after classes? he’s right outside the door the second the bell rings (because of course he’s memorized your schedule). oh, you need to take a shower? he’s sitting on the toilet lid, waiting for you to finish up while he talks your ear off about anything and everything (on the off chance he doesn’t just join you in the shower, hogging all the water). basically, you’ll never get a moment of privacy.

♥︎ I don’t think he would be the type to kidnap you unless you tried to break up with him. he’s so unserious about it too. like you better be talking about a kitkat bar because he doesn’t know anything about any “breaks.” it’d be easy for him to kidnap you too. he knows everything about you, so he’d know the perfect time and place for it. and it’s not like his parents are ever home. and you’d be happy living with him, right? he’s provided for you and taken care of you so far, right??

i hoped you liked this!! this was my first time writing head canons in this style so i hoped it turned out alright🧍

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bts-0t-7 · 1 year ago

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Moonlight Sanctuary | OT7

Pair: Werewolf OT7 x F Reader

Summary: In a chase, you find a cottage in the midst of the woods. Barging in, you found seven men at your aid and you never expected things to turn out the way it did. But you were forever grateful for how it did.

Genre: Fluff, werewolf au, human reader

Chapter Warnings: Violence, abuse

You aren’t alone. If you ever need a helping hand, our fellow social services, friends, and family will always be there. If anybody is going to be insensitive on this topic on my blog, you will be blocked. Borahae💜

WC: 2297

The moon hung low in the night sky as you ran in the opposite direction of your house. Well, your brother’s house. You had never considered it a home the moment things took a drastic turn after your parent’s death. A home is a place where one feels safe and secure but this is… this was no home.

You had no sense of direction as you blasted through thick foliage and wet mud. The sky was dark and thunder boomed when you left but now it was pouring. Drenched from head to toe, you felt your anxiety rise as the sky darkened and your lungs collapsed. You paused at the foot of a tree, bending down to catch your breath. You had no idea where you were going. All you knew was that you needed to run.

Run. Run. Run or they will catch you again.

The air was still with your heavy breathing and loud splatters of rain when you heard rustling sounds. Suddenly blinded by the onslaught of light, you made out the rough shape of your bulky brother. Fearing for your life, you quickly stumbled up and ran again. You didn’t dare look back but you dared to look up.

The moon was shining bright tonight, despite the darkness that was chasing you. It casted an ethereal glow over the dense forest and if you tilted your head just right, you could see little rainbows in the making. You ran through the trees, heart pounding against your chest. You didn’t know how far or how close you were to your brother and his gang. At the same time, you didn’t know where the fuck you were. You could just imagine being eaten up by some sort of nocturnal animal in here.

“BITCH! Come back here! Who said you could run away, huh?”

You tried to pump your legs harder - to give you more strength. But you found yourself short of any sort of energy. You didn’t have dinner and it was during your break did you sneak past the back door and run away from them, hastily slipping on your clothes for some decency. You carried nothing with you - just you, underwear, and clothes - which is essentially whatever you were wearing.

“Ey! I swear you’re going to get it from me when we catch you! FUCK, you’re done!”

The sound of your own harsh breathing drowned out the haunting echoes of your abusive brother’s threats. For years, you endured his cruelty, but tonight - tonight you had enough. He sold your body. Sold your body to his friends. You had sobbed and begged with every last shred of dignity you had but they never listened. You didn’t know where you were going but you knew you couldn’t stay there any longer.

You stumbled through the woods on clumsy feet, the darkness of the foliage seemed to close in around you. You tried to keep your anxiety at bay, knowing it would do you more harm than good if you started to panic. Branches clawed at the exposed skin of your feet, the ground beneath the flimsy slippers you hastily wore was uneven and treacherous the deeper you went. Fear gnawed at your insides and despair threatened to overtake you. Breathing harshly, you tried to keep yourself calm.

Just as you thought that all hope was lost and you would have to be running forever or be caught, your attention focused on the soft glow of light emitting from a cottage house. Without thinking, you ran towards it and pulled against the handle, trying every one until you found an open door and slammed it shut behind you.

Sliding onto the floor, you placed your head between your legs, breathing through your mouth. You were tired and bruised. You heard before you saw someone stand in front of you, shadow covering half of your hunched over body. Your breath caught as you slowly took in the sight before you. You were the centre of their attention, their eyes reflecting the silver light of the moon. You were sure you weren’t breathing. THese were the folklore of your little village - stories passed down by the elders from generation to generation.

Werewolves.

Nobody believed that there were such mystical beings living amongst you. But you were certain that they were exactly what you believed. These seven men that surrounded you brought around them an aura of power and grace.

You could easily tell by the tall and commanding figure to your left that that was the leader of the pack. He stepped forward, gait slow and steady, approaching you as if you were a scared prey. But you were quite the opposite. As you looked at each of them, they surveyed you quietly. Looking at each of them in their eyes, you felt a connection deep in your blood - a spark of recognition of what belongs.

“Are you in danger?” he asked, voice low and soothing.

You nodded, voice trembling as you replied, “My - my brother, he and his friends, they - they -”

The door was suddenly banged open as you stumbled into the man’s hold. You felt a sense of protection and comfort you had never known when you were with them. They surrounded you again, this time, as a protection barrier between you and your brother.

You curled deeper into yourself.

Without hesitation, a man grabbed your cheeks and forced you to look at his smiling eyes. “Hey! My name is Jimin! What’s yours?”

“Y/N, come here now.” Your brother commanded. Shivering in your spot against Jimin’s body, you shook your head and rejected him. You didn’t want to.

“Come here now or you will regret it.” You shook your head. You didn’t want to go back to the life you once had. If it was considered life.

“Come here and I won’t kill these ‘men’. They are vicious monsters, you know that.”

Your head turned when you heard your name being called. “You are safe here. We won’t let anyone hurt you now.” You nodded and turned away from your brother, clinging onto Jimin’s shirt tightly.

“It’s funny how you claim to care for your sister when you sold her off. It is funny how you think you would be able to hurt us.” The man with cat-like eyes formed into slits. He certainly looked more like a cat than a wolf.

“HAH!” Your brother laughed maniacally. “You are a bunch of monsters. Werewolves? Ridiculous! You are not wolves nor are you humans. Monsters is an appropriate word to use for paws.”

“Shall we let her choose then?” The man with a fluffy head of hair said.

The silence that followed was deafening. The tension in the air was at its peak and both sides were ready for an attack.

“Come now, Y/N. Let’s go home, I’ll get you some ice cream if you cooperate now.” Your brother held his hand out, palm facing up - placating. He didn’t want to lose his face in front of his friends and males who didn’t even know you.

But you refused. Your head went to Jimin’s neck as you stood up, trying to hook a leg onto his waist.

Keyword: trying.

You were just too short for him.

The man with fluffy hair chuckled lowly at your attempts. Quickly hooking a hand under your thighs, he lifted you up onto Jimin’s hip. As he left, going back to his spot, your hand shot out to hold him in place, accidentally pulling against his hair instead. Your hand quickly retracted and your head shot up.

“I -”

He was quick to soothe you, one hand patting your thigh in a soothing rhythm while the other went to your untamed hair, softly stroking the back of your head.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, okay? You can do whatever you want with me.” You hesitantly pulled against the sleeve of his shirt.

“Stay? Please?”

He nodded. “Of course, darling. I wouldn’t dare go anywhere.”

The rest of the males reformed themselves to ensure that the three of you in the centre were protected.

“I think it is clear what her choice is. Now leave.” The pack leader commanded, voice strong with power. You saw your brother’s friend pull him along.

“Fine! Die with these mutts around you, whore!”

The cat-wolf lunged for your brother when the pack leader pulled him back.

The males remained in the formation only when they were certain your brother was far enough and they couldn’t smell him from the distance anymore. Only then did they relax their posture, slowly turning towards you with worried eyes. You were no longer shaking in Jimin and the fluffy hair’s hold but your scent was still sour with fear.

They cautiously moved up the stairs to the living room where they sat down at the sofa. You turned your head to look at them. All seven males were foreign to you - as foreign as the way they made you feel safe and protected.

“Should we… say names?” The man with a whole sleeve of tattoos asked, eyes big and filled with curiosity - just like a bunny’s, you thought.

“I’m Namjoon.” The pack leader started.

“Yoongi.” You finally had a name for the cat-wolf.

“Taehyung.” The fluffy head of hair appeared into your view again. “But I give you special permission to call me TaeTae!”

You nodded.

“I’m Seokjin but just Jin is okay, yeah?”

“Me! Me!” The bunny man hopped up. “I’m Jungkookie!”

“You can call me Hobi!”

Oh that man was filled with sunshine, you could clearly see.

“And I’m Jimin but you already know that, little one.”

You nodded.

“Would you like to ask us anything?”

You shook your head then nodded again, pointing to Yoongi. “Cat-wolf. Cat. Meow-Meow.”

Jungkook burst out laughing from your left, igniting a round of laughter that filled the room and lifted the heavy atmosphere.

“For you, you can call me whatever you want, darling.” Yoongi smiled, gums out as he looked at you with adoration.

In that moment, you felt their strength and loyalty, their offering to you of a sanctuary - a refuge from the darkness you fought so hard from. From those that have haunted your life for so long.

As time passed, you became part of their pack - a human amongst werewolves. They were patient in teaching you their traditions and customs, their code of honour and their ways. You learned that they were the protectors of the forest, guardians of the vulnerable, and that they are the core value of the balance of nature itself.

Namjoon, with his kind eyes and strong presence, quickly became a source of your strength and guidance for you. His knowledge and wisdom never failed to keep you entertained. Although clumsy, this man was the foundation of his pack.

Seokjin, with his unseriousness and constant care, he helped heal the wounds that your brother and his friends had inflicted upon you. He kept you steady as you grew, always ensuring to pull you up when you got down but bringing you down when you were too high up.

Yoongi, the car-wolf, with his gentle hands and calm nature became another one of your rocks. He never failed to teach you something new that day and he most certainly cooked one of the best foods you have ever tasted - rivalling Seokjin’s.

Hobi, with his everlasting laughter and sunshine, was an easy person to be around as you healed from your wounds. He never fails to make you laugh. With him around, there was never a dull moment.

Jimin, with his soft and calming nature, he unintentionally healed both your emotional and mental wounds. While Seokjin cared for your physical wounds, Jimin was always a talking buddy that helped you through understanding yourself and your worth.

TaeTae, with his outgoing mischievous nature, the both of you were constantly creating something to be cleaned up. Hand-in-hand with Jungkookie, the three of you liked to run out and about, being everywhere.

Jungkookie, with his curiosity and strength, the both of you were always causing mischief for the others. Like partners-in-crime, the both of you would be curious about everything and anything, so the both of you would always take it upon yourselves to figure out the answers.

But you have also come to realise that the entire pack was more than just a pack - they were a family. Each of them had their own unique qualities and were a force to be reckoned with. Today was a full moon and under the light of the glowing orb, you discovered a love and acceptance that you had never known. Your past, with all its pain and suffering, seems to fade into the background when you are with them. Embracing the new chapter of your life, you ran forward with them, putting your full trust in the seven males you had learned to understand.

With your heart and spirit soaring, you felt the exhilaration of the transformation, the wind against your fur, and the pure joy of being truly free. In these moments, you knew you had found your place - a home amongst those who have shown you the power of love, trust, and transformation.

As you looked up the the moon, you couldn’t help but feel a huge wave of gratitude. The moon led you here today - to the sanctuary - a place where you were no longer a victim but a survivor; that you were no longer alone but in a place filled with love and acceptance.

As you howled at the moon and cuddled amongst your pack, you came to realise that sometimes, safety and love are found in the most unexpected places. For instance, in a moonlit sanctuary of a werewolf pack that had become your everlasting family.

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billthedrake · 1 year ago

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PRE-FROSH (CHAPTER ONE)

This story is a sequel to "Dad's New Life."

I was prepared to take a good amount of teasing, and maybe more, this weekend. But the guys in the Sig Ep house were cool, I had to admit.

I didn't think I was going to be able to visit. But my older brother Connor swore to my parents he'd keep a hawk's eye on me and keep me from drinking or doing anything I shouldn't. I got along OK with my brother, but growing up he was always kind of bossy, taking advantage of being three years older than me and more of the popular kid in school.

He was still that guy, only now I'd grown up, taller than Connor now, and had really bulked up. I'd say it was basketball and lacrosse, but a lot of it was just obsessively working out and keeping my growing teen body fed with enough protein to put on muscle. I still had a young face - and I had a good idea it would be a while before I could pull off a fake ID - but I was starting to get a strong build for my 6'3" frame.

I now sat in a big sofa in the rec room of the fraternity house, watching some dumb TV. Connor plopped himself next to me with a knowing grin. He had two beer cans in his hand and offered me one. "Not a word to Mom and Dad, Squirt," he admonished.

"Course not," I said, gratefully taking the beer. I took a few sips. It was cheap beer but I didn't care, I loved it.

"Hey O'Brien," one of the brothers said. Alan I think his name was. A senior and a stocky, goofy dude who I discovered was one of Connor's close buddies in the house. The Four Musketeers they called themselves, and Alan was the crudest of the bunch. "Is the pre-frosh gonna partake of Mike's services?"

I wondered if Mike was a drug dealer or something. I figured my older brother wouldn't be into anything too wild. He was the studious one in the family.

Connor got an uncharacteristically shy look. "Dude, it's my baby brother we're talking about."

"I'm not a baby," I objected. I'd turned 18 a couple weeks earlier.

This fraternity brother just gave me a sly wink before turning to my brother. "Like your brother doesn't get his dick wet. The young dude's a fucking lacrosse player fer Christsake."

Fuck, they were talking about sex. With a dude. I smirked, and Connor laughed when he turned to see my expression. "You don't even know what you're grinning about, Jase," he teased.

I shrugged, showing off as much teen bravado as I could. "I figured if it wasn't fun, you wouldn't be acting like I wasn't ready for it."

I could sense my brother was frustrated, cause he didn't object or act bossy, he just gave me a pale grin. "All right. Just remember. No talking about what happens this weekend. Promise?"

"Yeah, dude," I said, annoyed. "I fucking promise."

It was a half hour before Mike showed up. I heart his booming baritone voice coming down the SigEp house steps to the basement before I saw him. I don't know what I expected, but the guy was older, a lot older. Like, dad's age. And buff as hell. He didn't quite look like an ex-athlete, not like Coach Carson, but he was big and beefy and muscular, more of a gym-pumped build, but he clearly took real good care of himself. He wore a snug polo shirt and faded jeans and had a Chicago Bears ball cap on. His shirt was all filled out with huge pecs and big guns. I had jerked off to some bi and gay porn, maybe more than I'd like to admit. I never thought of myself as into older dudes, but something about this guy got me going.

Particularly since I was putting two and two together and realizing this buff older man really was somehow providing some kind of services to the fraternity brothers. Maybe just a handjob or something, and I wondered if he was actually a fucking hooker the way the guys acted so nonchalant.

"Hiya, fellas, how's it hanging?" he asked, giving Dale a fist bump. Dale was another one of the Four Musketeers.

"About six inches soft," Dale wisecracked.

It may have just been banter, but this was not what I was expecting for my pre-frosh weekend on campus.

Mike gave a soft chuckle and looked around. "Same room?" he asked.

"Yeah," Alan replied. "We set it up to make it extra comfy for ya."

Mike smirked but didn't take the bait of the taunt. He just asked. "Who's first?"

"Let the prefrosh have first dibs," said Kyle, a sophomore soccer player who had a whole stoner vibe about him.

I looked over at my big brother Connor, like he was going to object. He just shrugged in a "you wanted it," kind of way.

So I acted like I wasn't some dumb young high schooler and stood up. I felt the guys' eyes on me, almost giggling.

I followed the big guy up the stairs and down the hall. I don't know whose room we were using... one of the brothers', but Mike seemed at home, like he came here regularly. As we stepped in, I started to get nervous, my bravado going right out the window. The man caught on.

"I've not seen you around the house before," he said.

I stood awkwardly in front of him, shifting on my feet some. "I'm just visiting," I explained. "I'm still in high school actually," I added, then immediately regretted it. I was probably blowing my chance for a handjob right then.

But the man didn't seem fazed. His blue eyes twinkled beneath the brim of his ball cap and a smile formed on his handsome face. Up close I could now see the silver flecks in his stubble and for some reason I found that really hot. "Is that right, buddy?" he asked. "Not too young for me are ya?" he asked. Kind of flirty in his question.

"No sir," I replied. Feeling dumb for calling him that. "I'm a senior... just turned 18 a couple weeks ago."

He nodded with that sexy smile of his and now openly looked me up and down. "You're big for 18... you lift regularly I bet."

"Yessir," I said. I wished to hell my parents hadn't instilled that deference to elders thing in me so hard. I probably seemed like an idiot to this guy. "I'm a typical jock, I guess. Hoping to get a lacrosse scholarship somewhere." God, I was blabbing now.

"Nice," was all the guy said and like that he was crouching down in front of me. I'd lost any chub I had with the nervousness and the small talk, but now I knew instantly I wasn't gonna have a problem getting hard. I felt that horny tightness in my chest and throat as I watched this hunky guy get in position and run his hands along my legs.

Mike looked up at me. I tried to gauge his age. Late 40s to mid 50s. He was well preserved for sure, but also had a tan that made his face look more ruggedly handsome. "I bet you get a lot of attention from men."

I shook my head. "I wish," I replied. It was refreshing to be honest, even if I didn't even know this guy.

Mike's paw now massaged the growing boner in my shorts. "Just send out the signals, stud, and I can guarantee you'll get as much attention as you want." It was wild to hear his words in such a deep baritone of a voice, the Chicago accent thick as hell.

"Signals?" I asked. In addition to a handjob, maybe I could get some advice for hooking up. If I had the guts to back in my small hometown.

"Yah," he explained. "Eye contact, body language. Letting a guy know you're open to his advances." His fingers were now undoing my shorts. "I wasn't sure about you, actually. You seem the shy type."

"I've never done anything like this," I admitted.

"Na? Ever have your cock sucked, buddy?" he practically growled.

I shook my head. My heart pounded more. Maybe this was gonna be more than a handjob.

I watched as he pulled my shorts and underwear down. My cock flopped out, hanging in midair for a second before it bounded up into a hard upright position. I was hornier than I realized.

"Hot damn!" Mike gasped. "Cherry and hung as fuck." His hand wrapped around my meat, sending shock jolts of pleasure to my balls. The man's eyes seemed fixed on my dick. "Hell of a cock you got, buddy," he said. Then looking up, he asked, "You Connor's brother?"

"Yeah," I replied. Blushing some. I guess I figured Connor partook of Mike's services, but this was crazy to think about. My dick enjoyed the idea of my big brother getting sucked, though. It jerked in Mike's mitt.

He returned his attention to my crotch. "I could tell. Though you're even bigger than him.... fuck!" He paused and licked his lips. "God, I love virgins."

And like that I watched, almost as if in slow motion, as this middle-aged hunk leaned in and started taking me into his mouth. He used his mouth to wet me down at first, just an inch or two, but it felt incredible. Pleasure but also the novelty of sensation. I'd not been entirely truthful. I'd fucked a couple of chicks, that drunk fumbling at parties kind of fucks, and I'd dated one girl who let me feel her up and she'd give me a handjob. THIS, though, was another world. Mike knew what the fuck he was doing.

The kicker was when he pulled back a second and took in a breath then swallowed me all in one go. His throat felt snug and tight but it was the nastiness of the action which caught me off guard.

Not as much of a shock thought as a voice in the room.

"How is he, Pre-Frosh?" It was Craig, a fit, muscular junior, a kind of typical popular frat dude. The fourth guy in the Four Musketeers group my brother hung out with. I'm guessing he was sent in to keep an eye on things and make sure I was OK.

"Fuck," I gasped. Switching personalities now that I was trying to impress one of Connor's brothers. "Dude knows how work a cock."

Indeed, as I spoke Mike was bobbing up and down on me with slick sounding mouth strokes, his spit running down my balls.

I got a better view of Craig as he stepped up. He always wore his longish dirty blond hair under his ball cap and I saw his cute-handsome face examine my own. "You gonna nut soon, bro?"

I shook my head. "I could. But I want this to last." It was my first time out, and once I got over the fear of a quick trigger I'd settled into enjoying the rising and cresting pleasure without quite orgasming. Though I felt it could come any second now.

"You up for sharing?" he asked. Cautious. I had a sense if it was any other brother, he would have butted right in. But I was Connor's kid brother.

I pulled back and we both laughed as Mike tried to follow me, latching his lips on my meat before I finally broke free.

Craig was already pulling down his sweatpants to reveal his hard dick. He was regular sized, with a good looking cut cock. I enjoyed seeing it but also was proud I outmeasured this college bro.

"Hot," Mike gasped as he moved from his crouch to a kneeling position. Craig played host by offering a folded towel for his knees. The man pulled off his ball cap and tossed it aside. His hair was short and showed a good bit of gray on the temples, but he had enough length on top to give that matted-tousled look from his cap. Mike was still in his polo and jeans and his muscle looked pretty amazing as he scooted toward Craig.

"Fuck yeah," the fraternity brother grunted. "Suck my fucking cock dude."

Craig's eyes were down on Mike, eagerly watching the big guy do his work. Craig's smaller size meant Mike could go wild, battering his own throat with hard and fast movements of his skull.

I didn't know where to keep my eyes. On Mike and his slutty thrill in sucking cock. Or on Craig, who was clearly responding to the sexual stimulation in his face and whole body.

Craig finally reached down and held Mike's head, steadying it and slowly pushing him off.

"It's O'Brien's turn," he said with a chuckle. "I know you like the big ones, Mike," he added.

"I do," the man admitted without shame. He gave Craig's tool one more lick then watched as I stepped up to where Craig had been.

Somehow his BJ now had warmed him up for me. It wasn't just the deep throat that got me off. It was the swiveling motion of his head and the milking suction. Involuntarily I gripped the sides of his head to brace my body.

"Oh SHIT!" I cried. I was entering orgasm now, one that put my previous ones to shame. I saw white for a second and felt light headed. Like Mike was sucking out my consciousness along with my cum.

I heard Craig laughing. "Go for it, bro!" Then. "Niiiccce."

Mike finally spat out my prick. "If you want seconds, stud, you know where to find me," he winked.

Craig meanwhile was practically pushing me out of the way, eager for his turn, his dick reddened and leaking in excitement. "Tell the next guy he's up," he said as he thrust back in between Mike's wet lips. "It won't take me long."

I found my shorts and underwear and put them back on, taking one more view of Craig, who was actively fucking the big burly dude's face.

Everything about this was so crazy and so exciting. A couple of the guys on the team had bragged about gangbanging Kelsey Myers, but I think they were bullshitting. And here was an out-there gangbang happening in my brother's fraternity house.

I was still flush and breathing heavy when I returned to the den. "Who's next?" I said, as I plopped next to my brother on the couch and picked up the beer can, which hadn't warmed up too much. I took a sip of the cheap watery stuff, which for whatever reason tasted like the best goddamn beer I'd tasted.

I could tell Connor was watching me, trying to read me. I turned to him. "What, bro?" I asked, maybe acting more annoyed than I was.

"You OK, Jase?" he asked in a low voice.

I nodded. "Why wouldn't I be?" I said, trying to play it cool. "That was awesome."

He paused and took a sip of his own beer. "You won't mind if I go in there soon?"

"Fuck no," I said, getting the courage to make eye contact with my brother. We were two O'Brien men experiencing the same cocksucker. It was a strange bonding experience for sure. "I'd feel bad if you didn't on my account."

Indeed Connor's turn was next and he got up off the couch, a boner already forming in his sweats. I had never thought of my big bro like this, but indeed he had a pretty big tool.

He was gone about ten minutes. Good for him. When he came back he was flush like I was, the Irish genes making his cheeks rosy pink after sex. I could tell he was embarrassed to have done that with me there, and I enjoyed being the laidback one for a change.

"Seriously, bro," I whispered. "Thanks for letting me do that. You know, for not getting all protective and shit."

He shrugged. "Just don't tell Mom and Dad," he warned.

"What the fuck would I tell them?" I said with a chuckle.

Connor laughed. "You got a point there."

We were watching some dumb MTV reality show, but mostly my attention was on the brothers as one by one they got up to go partake of Mike's services. Alan might have been the last to do so, and when he came back he asked, "Anyone up for seconds?"

I heard the guys laugh as I stood up.

"Pre Frosh is going back!" cried one of the guys. I hoped I wasn't embarrassing Connor or anything, but I had tasted the forbidden fruit and wanted another bite while I still had the chance. I ignored the taunts and made a beeline back to that room.

The door was ajar and I pushed my way in. I saw Mike's polo shirt before anything else. It was on the floor, a few feet away from where that folded towel was, and his discarded jeans.

The man was lying on the bed, face down and ass up in a dreamy quiet repose. I underestimated how muscular he was. That ass alone jutted up in two round hard globes and his back dipped down then swelled up in an amazing mass of lats and rear delts. The back was tanned and totally smooth, a contrast to his pale but furry buns.

I was taking off my shorts and underwear when Mike turned and looked over at me. "I was hoping you'd come back, buddy," he said in his deep soft voice. "You eager for the full ride?"

I wasn't the brightest guy I suppose but it was dawning on me what he meant. At least one of the brothers had fucked him and Mike was now asking me if I wanted to fuck him too.

"Yeah," I said. Like it was a normal occurrence for me. My dick was rock hard again and I fisted it a little.

Mike gave a smile as he watched me get closer to the bed. "Damn, I'm gonna feel that in me good, aren't I?"

Somehow he knew how to be flirty as hell in a masculine way that got me rock hard. Before this weekend I would have imagined I'd enjoy having sex with one of Connor's fraternity brothers instead. Living out some SeanCody or CorbinFisher fantasy. But this older guy was pushing my buttons big time.

"Yep," I said, trying to act cocky like Craig or the other guys had. Only I didn't know where to start when it came to fucking. Surely it wasn't as easy as in the porn videos.

Thankfully Mike seemed to read my hesitation. "Just climb on buddy. Daddy's all lubed up for that big monster."

I wasn't sure what I thought of the daddy thing. But this man was so hot and so clearly in heat, humping the bed some and hiking his meaty ass up for me as I got onto the mattress.

His muscle felt warm beneath me as I stretched my body on top of his, trying not to put all my weight down on him, but just enjoying this. It was so different than fucking a chick, the complete lack of hesitation as Mike reached back and gripped my tool long enough to guide me in place.

"You have an amazing body, stud," he hissed. "Hot fucking high school senior."

My prick felt the wetness of the lube. Then as I pressed in past his recently fucked folds, I knew it wasn't just lube. I'd heard the phrase sloppy seconds of course but it was insane how sloppy Mike's ass felt. Tons of fraternity cum awaited my dick as I bored inside him. I knew not to just ram it in him, and in a way I savored the slow inching in and the way the man's cuts clung to me.

"You have a great body, too, Mike," I said, now letting my chest press more against his back muscle. A thought occurred to me. "You let guys do this a lot?" I asked.

He leaned his head back up against my neck. It took me a second to realize he was moving his ass back against my hips too, doing some of the work to penetrate his ass with my long cock. "Yeah, I do," he replied, matter of fact. "That bother you, buddy?"

"I don't know," I said truthfully. "I guess it's kind of hot.... thanks for letting me do it."

Mike let out a deep growl. "Anytime buddy... that dick of yours feels AMAZING."

I sawed some inches in and out then decided to go for it. Sending my hips forward I pressed all the way inside him. I'm thick and long and I know Mike really felt that.

"Oh FUCK YEAH, buddy!" he grunted, pushing his chest up a little as if to challenging me to press him back down to the bed. I did, accentuating my movement with another thrust into him. "Love that horse meat ya got."

I would have loved this anyway. Losing my virginity with a man. Having my first ass fuck. But Mike was gonna spoil me, I knew. The man just loved sex and his love was infectious. I held on to his shoulders and started fucking. Not hard but with a steady deep pump. Maximizing the pleasure on my cock but also aiming for that vocal response from him.

"Take that dick, man," I growled in his ear as my hips now worked faster. Mike was bigger and more muscular than me but I had the leverage position to hold him steady while I nailed him, as well as the sex adrenaline pumping in my veins.

I worried I was going too hard, but the harder I nailed him the more he seemed to get into it.

"GODDAMN! High schooler fucks like a porn star," he growled.

I worried the brothers could hear us mate. Then I hoped they could hear everything. I was riding that excitement of my first piece of ass, and I was rising to the occasion. I now knew why my lacrosse buddies were so excited by pussy, but this was even better.

His ass was slick and I could feel the wetness along my cock and balls and had a good idea all that cum was frothing up his furry crack. A few of the fraternity brothers had fucked and bred Mike's hole. Connor was probably one of them, I thought.

That idea I was fucking on my brother’s load made my balls tighten immediately. "Holy fuck," I gasped, my cum working up real quick. A part of me wanted to slow down and enjoy this more. That part of me lost out, though. I held on tighter to Mike's beef and just went to town, cumming deep inside the man's guts.

"Get it, buddy!" Mike cried, eager for my seed. I had no idea if he was going to get off. Maybe he did earlier. Right now it was just about my spurting prick and my pure need.

I rode out the cum and finally slowed my roll, now kissing along the man's neck and feeling up his body.

"Hmmm," the man muttered. "You sure that was your first, Stud? You fuck like a champ."

"Yeah," I chuckled. "Hell of a first time, too," I said. "I'm gonna remember this one for a long time."

"I'm glad, bud," he said. "Damn... it feels like I got a baseball bat wedged up inside me."

"Sorry... I can pull out," I said.

"Don't on my account," Mike said, softly, almost shyly. "I mean, I figure an 18 year old jock has another in the tanks, right?"

My dick wasn't going soft and while I wasn't 100 percent sure I could come again soon, I knew I wanted to get as much Mike time as I could. It might be a long time before I had a chance to fuck a man again. "Yeah," I replied.

I humped him some more, before Mike asked if I wanted to try some other positions. We didn't do them all, maybe, but I had a good number of firsts that afternoon. Missionary, cowboy, reverse cowboy, standing. But we finished in doggy, which might have been my favorite.

I felt like a total stud when I finally dismounted and saw how much cum I'd added to Mike's hole. I gave his rump a gentle pat which made the man laugh.

He watched as I got dressed again. "You around town for long?" he asked.

"Just the weekend," I said.

He grinned and looked me up and down. "If I give you my number, will you hit me before you go?"

This is not how I expected my college visit to go. "Hell yeah," I said.

Mike slid out of bed, his beefy body looking amazing all naked and some wiry silvery hair in his chest fur. His dick was pretty soft but I could see the trickles of fresh cum dripping down the insides of his hairy thighs. He found his wallet and fished out a card to hand me.

It read “Daddy Mike” with a phone number, Insta and Twitter handle and OnlyFans URL.

"Are you a porn star?" I asked in surprise. I now felt like a small-town hick for sure.

"Just like to have a little fun," he said. "If you're the jealous type don't look me up online," he said. "A couple of dudes learned that the hard way." He seemed weirdly apologetic to be warning me.

"If what we did just now was a 'little fun' I'd hate to see a lot of fun," I joked.

"The weekend is still young, Pre Frosh," he winked.

I was a little lightheaded and thirsty when I got back to the den. A couple of the guys razzed me for taking so long and I notice Kyle and some other dude get up to go into together.

Connor seemed quiet, not pissed off but in a strange mood. Later, after dinner, we found ourselves sitting alone. My big bro decided to check in with me.

"I guess I shouldn't have been so worried about you with Mike," he said. An edge to his tone, like maybe he didn't approve. I don't know.

I sighed. "I'm gonna call him up tomorrow, you know, go hang out with him." It was a weirdly euphemistic way to say I was gonna fuck Daddy Mike again.

That hit my brother the wrong way. "Come on, Jason. I'm supposed to be watching out for you."

"Dude, it's gonna be fine," I countered. I didn't know if I could convince him of that, or if he needed convincing. Maybe he just felt guilty things had gotten out of hand.

"You know," I added. "I'm into dudes, Connor."

"Clearly," my brother laughed. OK, he wasn't THAT pissed off at me if he was joking around.

That made me laugh, too. "I mean, like, I know that's what I want. I'm gay."

"Oh," he said. "That's cool." Then, "you know I still worry about you, Jase. It's what brothers do."

"Yeah," I conceded. I shot him a wry grin. "And thanks, bro. I wouldn't have it any other way."

#drakestories

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psychicreadsgirl · 1 year ago

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Hi, I wanted to ask about kpop in general. I have come across comments of people saying they miss the old kpop and that now kpop is becoming too westernized and hollywood. Like kpop is losing it's Identity somehow. What are your thoughts on this?, Will kpop lose it's idenitity?

There's always going to be something else that comes along that replaces the current pop trend in music/entertainment. Like in the 90s to early 2000s people were really into NSYNC or like Backstreet Boys. Then One Direction came out. Mixed with this was some jpop trend too etc.

Things will come and then go, just like kpop. Kpop won't be forever this popular. I still don't sense kpop is that widely accepted among Western countries; there's still some racism or the need to keep to music from your own country you know? Western countries aren't going to be so inclined to let others take away their business you know?

Kpop has always tried to spread more to USA, starting way back with like SNSD/DBSK or even earlier probably. Things didn't really boom until social media was born and then booming more and some idols were able to communicate more in English (that 1 language that most people know/forced to study). BTS just happened to come along around that time. Part of it honestly is luck because many kpop idols work hard too. Right circumstances. Right people. A fresh feeling. Had they debuted earlier like in 2005 or something I highly doubt they'd be this popular. This is why it's very, very difficult to replicate or have a formula for this.

Does adding English words to a song make something less Kpop or does having foreign producers/people working on a song make something less Kpop? When an idol sings a completely English song does that make that less Kpop? How do you define Kpop - Koreans singing pop songs or ??? Does adding a non Korean in the group make it less Kpop ? I think these sort of questions will forever be a debate and there's no clear answer. However, our expectations from the past for Kpop groups have been that there are members in a group (usually just 1 gender - rarely coed), they all must dance in some way or attempt to, they all must either sing or rap, most of the songs are in Korean and sometimes there are some English words sprinkled here and there, the MVs are filmed well (sometimes with a storyline), the members have "set" personalities, and there's fan service.

I don't think it's really about Kpop losing its identity. It's more like people/fans are tired of similar things being pumped out like a lot of people thinks it's a formula and a lot of people are aiming for the Western markets or recognition from the West. There's also an element of politics at play, business, etc. Kpop/K-entertainment is South Korea's soft power so it's important for the gov to also maintain that likeability that people have for Kpop/K-entertainment. South Korea compared to other countries doesn't have much arable land or natural resources. They have to rely on other things like ship building, tourism (tied to Kpop/K-entertainment), electronics, etc to maintain their economy.

#anon ask #kpop

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years ago

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POYW Rewrite V2 - Harry Hook x reader - P3

warning! panic attacks and implied abuse!

They ended up spending the rest of their day going through their clothes and ordering room service, Harry admiring the fizzy drink that had been delivered by the school staff. It was called root beer, and Harry had yet to try it just yet-Gil already halfway through his eggs, fried chicken, roasted Brussel sprouts, and French fries.

Harry opened the bottle with his hook(with some difficulty, but Harry was extra af) and took a careful sip of the drink, his jaw-dropping and eyes widening as the taste hit his tongue. “Holy shit-“ Harry cursed, sipping the soda again and gasping “Holy shit!” It was fucking amazing-absolutely amazing-from the first taste to the after taste-it was amazing.

“Gil-Gil-try try try” Harry babbled, his hands twitching and moving about wildly as they always did when he got antsy-bouncing in his seat as Gil tried the root beer. Gil licked his lips as he pulled the bottle away-sharing a wide-eyed look with Harry. “Holy crap that’s good!” Gil cheered, taking one more sip and then handing it back to Harry, offering the orange soda he had ordered. “Try mine!”

Harry took the bottle and tried it, nodding-good-but not as good as root beer. Harry took a bite of his turkey sandwich-which was so weird to eat without the slimy meat or super stale/half molded bread-it was good though, but it only made him angrier over the fact that he and so many others had been forced to eat garbage while this good shit was available to the Auradon people 24/7.

“Okay-“ Harry started, wiping his mouth as and Gil leaned over a map of Auradon city, they needed to plan for the wand-and if they were lucky-by the next morning the isle would be freed, and they would be on the seas with Uma in no time. “So, first-we need to find out where the wand is, what the security is like-which according to the lass” Harry nodded towards your room and Gil nodded, shoving several fries into his mouth. “is only guarded by one guard and a force field-but we don’t know if that has been upgraded since then. Then we make an escape plan, I say we steal a limo and one of those remotes, then boom-isle’s free.”

“Seems pretty straightforward.” Gil muttered; it was easy to follow-other than all the in-betweens Gil would no doubt lose track of-but that was Harry’s job. “Now-just where is tha’ wand?” Harry asked himself, scratching his head as he looked down at the Auradon city map-he would use the magic map his dad gave him-but it only showed him the building he was currently in- it wouldn’t show a path to the wand.

“Oh, I know!” Gil cheered, standing and grabbing a book from his bed-one of which he had been reading before lunch arrived, he had taken it from the bookshelf between the beds. Harry looked at the title, having not cared to when Gil first grabbed the book. “history of Auradon and its magical items.” Harry muttered, leaning on his palm and letting Gil babble on about the book.

“And then I got to this section-wands and scepters-and it says Fairy Godmothers' wand has been kept in the museum of cultural history since Auradon was created! It’s brought out during special celebrations, coronations, or blessings for new royals, such as prince Ben’s birth.” Gil finished with a grin; happy he could help as Harry’s blank eyes turned to a wide grin.

“Gil-ye-ye, wonderful boy!” Harry stood, taking Gil’s cheeks and kissing his forehead, Gil laughing as he did so. “Now we know where tha’ wand is! Is there a map of the museum at all?” Gil stood again and grabbed some sort of pamphlet from the bookshelf, handing it to Harry.

“Map of Auradon’s museum of cultural history,” Harry muttered, pumping his fist as he opened it and laid it out on the table in front of him, grabbing a notepad so he could write down all his plans. “Atta boy Gil, now eat yer eggs and I’ll plan.” Gil nodded, leaning over the table to watch Harry mutter to himself, scribbling on the notepad and the maps and crossing certain things out.

A knock on the door jolted Harry out of his focus, he was surrounded by maps of Auradon, the oceans around Auradon, the isle, and the museum, several scratched-out notepads sitting buried by those maps. “Who is it!?” Harry yelled out, Gil looking over his shoulder at the door from his cartoons(this time of three bug-eyed girls who had superpowers), watching as Harry scrambled to hide the plans he had made and scratched out.

“It's me!” you yelled back, stepping away from the door as it flew open, Harry looking a bit frazzled. “It’s uh-dinner time, and if you guys want, I can walk you over to the cafeteria?” you nodded down the hall towards the aforementioned place, and Harry was about to decline when his and Gil’s stomachs rumbled. Harry gave a glare to his stomach and held it, turning to look out the windows of the dorm-it was darker than it was a few hours before-but they had at least two hours of sunlight left.

Harry had really lost track of time, hadn’t he?

“I could eat!” Gil proclaimed, jumping up from the couch and meeting Harry at the door, smiling at him. “We could use the fuel.” Gil subtly, as subtle as he could be, glanced back at the piles of maps and notes. Harry sighed, nodding slightly in agreement. He would need to eat-and he wouldn’t deny Gil having dinner-Gil got grumpy when he was hungry.

“Fine-let’s go,” Harry muttered, following Gil out of the room and locking the door behind him, trailing behind you and Gil as you led the way-Gil chatting away about what he had found in the dorm room-and what he had for lunch, and what he found in the mini fridge. “Root beer eh?” you laughed as Gil told you about the magnificent drink Harry had discovered. “That’s my favorite too, there's a brand that’s just the best-has a black licorice aftertaste as well, best thing in Auradon-other than Mrs. Pott’s chocolate chip cookies.”

Harry hummed, barely listening, his eyes scanning each hallway they passed through-for each exit and entrance, for any cameras or security he and Gil might face on their way out later that night. “So do ye got guards at all? For after curfew?” Harry asked, walking forward to step beside you, tilting his head as you shrugged. “What’s tha’ supposed to mean?”

“Kinda? I mean-some armors around the halls are enchanted to survey the students, but only after curfew starts, before that it’s kinda a free for all-if you know where to go-you can practically leave campus without anyone seeing you-just gotta know where those particular suits are.” You explained, giving Harry so much information without even knowing it.(or so he thought ;3)

��Which armors are they?” Gil asked instead of Harry, which Harry mentally patted Gil on the back for doing-if Harry asked-it would be suspicious, Gil’s questions were always so… light-hearted, truly curious instead of plotting. You gave them a quick rundown of the enchanted armor. There was one in the hall of their dorm wing, facing the stairs, one by the window at the end of the hall of their dorm wing, and it was the same for each floor and hall-and then two at the back entrance.

“They didn’t put any at the front?” Harry asked, wondering how these Auradon dupes could be so trusting. You just shrugged, having wondered the same thing for the last two months. “Yep, dunno why-but hey, I won’t look a gift horse in the mouth, though I usually just sneak out my window, they got no other campus security other than the armors-and they’re all inside. I think they’re more concerned over someone having sex than anyone sneaking in or out.”

Harry snorted, a grin splitting on his face, really? Underage sex was the most Auradon was worried about? They really were stupid-they wouldn’t know what hit em. You glanced at him, raising your brows at his expression, he just smirked back-sharing a look with Gil when you looked away first.

“And here we are-food heaven-its buffet style so get in line, grab a tray and grab what you think you would like, no limits.“ With that, after briefly showing off the cafeteria, you skipped off to join the line, sharing a smile with the girl in front of you, sporting a bob haircut and dressed in a shimmering red and florescent pink jacket, a Chinese dragon curling on the back of it.

Harry and Gil took a moment to look around, it was a bit bigger than the cafeteria back at serpent prep-much much cleaner, bright as fuck-and…smelled amazing. “What the fuck is that?” Harry asked, sniffing the air for that pungent smell of….garlic? his eyes drifted to a spot near the end of the line of students, seeing loaves and loaves of bread that looked and smelled fucking amazing. “c’mon-before all the goods stuff gone!“ Gil said in a hurry, grabbing Harry’s wrist and dragging him into the line, bouncing on his heels as the food got ever closer.

Harry spotted Mal and her cronies filing into the room, prince Ben with them looking positively beaming as he showed off the hall. Mal looked bored as ever, clearly wanting the day to be over with already while Jay and Carlos were drooling. Evie looked as if she wanted to do the same, but kept her composure-just as she was taught.

Harry felt his wrist be grabbed again and he realized he left his hook in his dorm room. He cursed under his breath at that-he had never left his hook behind-ever, not unless it was with Uma. Now he was twitchy, his leg bouncing and picking at the threads on his jeans as he and Gil waited in line. Finally, they got to the front, each grabbing a tray and plate and going down the line. It seemed it was pasta night, with several options of pasta and sauce being offered. One of the staff offered a smile that reminded Harry of his uncle Smee, dressed in soft purple and gold, “What would you like dearies?” she asked, her grey hair pulled back behind a hair net-her name tag reading ‘Mrs. Potts.’

Harry just shrugged, looking at all the options, they were so many he didn’t know what to choose. Gil however seemed to know what to pick-selecting two different kinds of pasta and sauces, spaghetti and ravioli with alfredo and tomato sauce. Harry went with the basic spaghetti and tomato sauce, nodding as Mrs. Potts told him he could come back for a different dish if he didn’t like the one he chose.

Everyone was so damn nice-it was so fucking weird-freaked him out.

They both got garlic bread, and roasted carrots. They both narrowed their eyes at the dessert section. “The fuck is chocolate?” Harry asked Gil quietly, who shrugged, picking out something called a brownie. Harry grabbed the pack of chocolate chip cookies, remembering your words from earlier and how they were better than root beer.

Speaking of root beer, Harry quickly grabbed a bottle of it from the drinks at the end and looked around for a table, pursing his lips as he looked for an empty one. He saw one with you and that girl with short hair, just the two of you. You felt his eyes on you and waved him over with an inviting smile. Harry sighed, seeing only one more table and Jay was already claiming it.

Harry nodded for Gil to follow and walked over to you, sitting down next to you and Gil sat on his other side. “Ah~ the famous spaghetti sauce,” you sang, pointing at Harry’s plate. “Good choice, we get the recipe directly from Tony’s restaurant, which is famous for its spaghetti and meatballs.” Harry slowly nodded, poking at his food, noticing there were small balls of meat in his sauce.

“hi-I’m Gil,” Harry looked up to see Gil shaking hands with the girl across from you, who beamed and shook his hand, introducing herself. “im Li-Liane, but everyone just calls me Lonnie.” Gil nodded, sitting back down as Lonnie looked at Harry as if expecting something. Harry sighed, holding out his hand. “I’m Harry, Harry Hook.”

She shook his hand eagerly, beaming. When she let it go Harry sneakily rubbed his hand on his pants, clenching his hand as he did-she had a good grip and he noted she had the callouses of a swordswoman. “Nice to meet you! Are you guys enjoying your stay so far? I'm sure a lot of it’s overwhelming-I mean, just from across the sea-everything looks so dark and damp over there-I heard you guys get no sunlight and-I mean-oh sorry! Im rambling!” Lonnie laughed, shaking her head to rid herself of her thoughts.

Harry just shrugged, poking his food again. “it’s fine, I guess, it’s very…” Harry looked up, squinting at the bright florescent lights of the hall. “bright ‘ere.” Lonnie laughed with a small snort-nodding as she did. “Yeah, it would do you guys good to invest in some sunglasses and sunscreen.”

Harry just hummed, shrugging as he did, it wouldn’t matter. The sun would be covered by storm clouds soon enough. He finally took a bite of his food-his eyes going wide as the sauce hit his tongue. “Holy fuck.” He cursed quietly, starting to shovel the food into his mouth. Lonnie looked a bit awed as you ignored how he and Gil ate like there was no tomorrow.

He didn’t care, just continued to eat, pausing to drink his soda, breath, eat some garlic bread and carrots-then dove back into his pasta. By the time he was done, he let out a satisfied huff, he felt full-for the first time-he felt full, his stomach pudging a little against his belt.

He was going to need a nap-he could tell-food coma. He glanced over his shoulders-seeing the other vks all doing the same thing he was moments before-poking at their food. Mal looked almost disgusted by what was in front of her, Evie looked nearly afraid to eat what little serving she had gotten, Carlos was eying up his, and Jay was glaring at it.

Jay looked up, glaring at Harry then realized his plate was empty-Harry supposed that was reason enough to trust the food because Jay started to eat. Even if they were enemies now-vks did have small bits of trust for each other-one was in food. If Harry could eat-so could they.

The others followed Jay’s lead soon enough-though Evie kept picking at her food, the only thing that she actually ate was the vegetables. She had always been skinny-too skinny even for the isle-Harry frowned from his spot across the hall, turning at the sound of plastic. He watched as Gil opened the packaged brownie he had picked out and took a bite.

Gil grabbed his arm, and that was all Harry needed to know, chuckling as Gil’s eyes turned to stars. With that-Harry opened his pack of cookies, flipping it over in his hands to study it before taking a bite, and instead of grabbing Gil-he grabbed you, freezing as the taste of chocolate chip cookies hit his tongue. You laughed, Lonnie doing her best to look as if she wasn’t watching their reactions as you patted Harry's hand that lay on your shoulder. “Good?”

Harry nodded, staring down at the disc-shaped piece of heaven he had in his hand “Good, Mrs. Pott’s makes those by hand almost every day-and hands down, she makes the best in Auradon city.” Harry just hummed-almost moaned as he took another bite of the cookie, sharing his other one with Gil as Gil handed him the last (big)bite of his brownie.

Harry did moan as the taste of deep chocolate hit him, the treat thick and chewy. A fudge brownie the packaging said. Harry would definitely have to save one of these for Uma-she would love it. The thought of Uma made his shoulders fall for a moment, but he forced that feeling of homesickness away-he would see her soon enough.

He and Gil were quiet for the rest of dinner, Gil going back to get seconds and more dessert as Harry listened to you and Lonnie talk-Lonnie asking you something about roar, whatever that was, and the upcoming competition season.

“We have one more position open-try outs are on Tuesday as well, but I know you have that thing with your mom that day-so, I’ll let you know if the spot remains open.” Lonnie nodded at your words, humming a bit as you opened your pack of cookies and looked up at the clock. “wow, that time already?” Harry looked up, seeing it was 19 minutes to eight. “Already seven thirty-damn.”

Harry pressed his lips together, damn his time comprehension skills, he was better at reading the skies than he was a clock. You started to clean up your nearly empty tray, giving Lonnie the last of your sides, which she happily ate. “I have some stuff to return to the library before it closes for the day-so, see ya!” you waved the boys and Lonnie goodbye, heading back into the halls of the dorm building, leaving Harry and Gil alone with Lonnie.

The three just stared at each other, before Lonnie smiled and stood with her empty tray. “I won’t bug you guys with my presence, have a good rest of your night!” and with that-Harry and Gil were alone, some of their ‘fellow’ students staring at them. Harry grumbled under his breath, wanting this day to be done with so they could just go get the wand already.

“Hey guys!” Harry closed his eyes-taking a deep breath before facing Ben-who smiled down at them so brightly Harry considered getting those sunglasses Lonnie talked about. “How’s your day so far? Good, I hope?”

“Goodie goodie as it can be~” Harry said with false cheer-which-yeah it had been a pretty good day, they had been mostly left to their own devices in their dorm and had been able to plan most of their wand theft. But he couldn’t let beasty boy know that, why would he?

“Amazing, I trust your rooms are to your liking as well?” Ben asked; that bright smile that made Harry want to choke himself out on his face. Harry just shrugged again-but Gil nodded enthusiastically, babbling away about what he had discovered in the room-from the mini fridge to the tv. Ben happily listened, hanging onto each word Gil said.

Harry let Gil have it, Harry….heavily tolerated the fuck but it was easy to get overwhelmed by his chatter-might as well let Gil chatter away to someone who didn’t mind. Harry got up at one point to get more root beer and something called Oreos(which god damn another thing straight from the gods), stole a pen from Ben at another point and started drawing on Gil’s arm until the bell rang to single the end of dinner.

Harry was the first up and tossed his clean tray and plate onto a rolling table already filled with used trays and plates-throwing his trash into the can and then grabbing Gil. “Well, it’s been a blast talkin’ ta ye beasty-but it’s been such a long day-and I need me beauty sleep, ciao~” Harry sang, dragging Gil away from the bewildered prince who started laughing as soon as Gil and Harry were out the cafeteria doors.

“This is going to be fun,” Ben said to himself, catching up with Audrey and Chad as they waited for him at their table-refusing to interact with ‘the dirty pirates’.

“Ye remember what I told ye, right?” Gil nodded, reciting the plan as he and Harry got ready to sneak out(it was just before curfew) and get the wand. Harry had a feeling Mal and her cronies would be making their go for it tonight as well, but no doubt Harry and Gil would get there first-Mal had a habit of leaving planning for the last minute, and no doubt she was only barely getting the location of the wand.

Gilly boy had found that out hours ago, so they had a head start by miles. “There’s no campus security-other than those armors, so we should be good to head on foot-“ Harry spotted the clock-minutes away from midnight-at least he thought so. It was close enough. “C’mon, before the armors turn on.”

Harry and Gil made sure their bags were sitting near the window-still unpacked-just in case they were able to come back and get their stuff after nabbing the wand. Harry carefully opened the door, spotting Mal and Evie going into Jay and Carlos’ room a few doors down.

Harry pulled out his magic map, whispering the words to unlock it. “I solemnly swear I am up ta’ no good,” Harry choked on his breath and Gil watched in awe as the map bloomed to life. ‘the marauders map’ it read, and it had every single detail of the building Harry stood in down to the smallest crack. “Amazing, bloody amazing,” Harry muttered, opening the map enough to where he could see him and Gil-you were across the hall in the corner-asleep most likely-and Mal and the others were in the dorm-all surrounding a table.

“Let’s go,” Harry whispered as Gil alerted him it was two minutes to midnight. With that-Harry and Gil left their room, speeding down the halls and stairs, the dorm building doors closing behind them just as the minutes ticked down to midnight.

Harry could just barely hear the click of metal as the suits of armor activated, but that didn’t matter anymore-they had a wand to steal. Harry was glad he had a strong memory, using the map of Auradon city in his head to guide him and Gil to the museum-the map in his hands changing ever so slightly as they traveled further away from the dorm building.

It took about half an hour to reach the museum-and they were both breathing heavily as they arrived, having not stopped their entire run. “How we looking?” Gil asked breathlessly, holding his hand to his chest as Harry opened the map-seeing him and Gil at the main entrance of the museum-he looked inside, seeing only one guard-just as you had said earlier-near the employee/security entrance.

“Wicked,” Harry said in response, leading Gil to the employee/security entrance and climbing up the side till he found an open window on the upper balcony. “How stupid are they?” Harry asked himself quietly, pushing open the window-which nearly hit him in the face due to it being one of those ones that rotated instead of sliding to open. “Careful!” Gil yelped quietly, a few feet below Harry. Harry just glared down at him and slipped inside, walking along the thankfully wide ledge-and Harry thanked the gods all the cameras were sitting below that ledge-unless he or Gil slipped-they were undetected.

He waved Gil inside, holding Gil’s arm as he shoved his body through the window-he was much bigger than Harry, and he nearly fell trying to find his feet.

Harry looked down-seeing the single security guard looking at several sets of cameras, and behind him-was Maleficent’s cursed spindle. “That’s-the spindle?” Harry chuckled silently, sharing a wide grin with Gil, who laughed quietly with him. “not so scary in real life,” Gil remarked, following Harry through the upper ledges.

Harry spotted a blur of purple, orange, red, and blue at the doors and he grinned-he had beaten them to the punch-he and Gil were already inside and making their way towards the wand. They just had to shut off the cameras first. No use in getting caught early.

Harry found the main office with the magic map and dropped down quietly, opening the unlocked door(again, how stupid was Auradon?) and pushing inside, Gil standing watch in the hall-out of sight from any cameras. “iiii don’t know what any of this means-“ Harry hissed, glaring at the multitude of screens and buttons before him-showing items and halls of things he didn’t care for.

He saw the one with the wand and licked his lips-raising his brow as he notices the cameras were using tape to record their footage. “too easy,” Harry grumbled, taking the tape out and reminding himself to put it back in when he got back-so it looked like a simple glitch instead of a heist.

Harry did the same to all the tapes that led the way to and from the wand, nodding to himself when half the screens were black. “Got it-lets go-“ and they were off, skipping steps and running up towards the fifth floor that held the wand, using the map and signs to find their way.

Harry let out a cough as he stopped to find his way and Gil slammed into his back “Gil-“ Harry hissed, having nearly dropped his hook and Map to the floor-the former of which-if he had dropped it-would’ve made a loud noise, alerting the guard. “Watch where yer….goin-“ Harry paused, following Gil’s gaze; locking with his father's eyes. Harry leaped back, his chest constricted and throat closing-no, no it was impossible-he couldn’t be here-his father-no- he was stuck on the isle.

But he was right here-Harry was going to feel that familiar sting of a hook on his back any moment now, the cruel voice of his father-the panic that came with his footsteps would surely rear its ugly head soon-

“Harry-Harry!” Gil took his shoulders and stood in front of him, blocking the devilish red eyes of captain hook. “it’s fake-it’s a statue, like the one at the school? It can’t hurt you, it’s fake.” Harry closed his eyes, counting to ten like Uma had taught him as he took deep breaths. “there you go-deep breaths man, deep breaths.”

Harry shook his head to get rid of the rest of those constricting feelings, turning away from the gallery of villains and continuing towards the wand. Behind him-he could hear the others making their way through the museum. Harry hoped luck was on his side and he would nab the wand before they could even glance at it.

Harry slid to a halt as he was about to take the direct path to the wand-cursing as he saw the camera still blinking red-the others he had turned off hadn’t. he had missed a camera. “that way” Harry whispered, pointing down another hall-an indirect way to the wand. Thank god for magic maps. Gil followed him into the dark hallway, taking several turns and a set of stairs to find the main wand room.

“Shit-“ Harry muttered, hitting the rails of the wand centerpiece at the same time as Carlos, Mal, Evie, and Jay did. They all glared at each other-Harry hiding away his map and pointing his hook at Mal, who was giving her best ‘back off’ glare. “I was ‘ere first ye toad. I get dibs.” Harry hissed, eyes widening as Jay ducked beneath the rails and started to reach for the wand.

“Jay-don’t-“ Harry yelped, clenching his jaw as Jay just grinned and continued reaching for the precious item that would free them all and prove them to their parents. “Jay-“ Mal yelped this time-realizing why Harry had been trying to stop Jay-the spotlight surrounding the wand was magical and if Jay touched it! “Jay-stop-no!”

Jay hit the barrier and was blown back, everyone clapping their hands over their ears as a head-piercing siren blared to life. “A force field and a siren!?” Carlos yelled out in agony, already beginning to turn back to run-the wand was too risky to get now. “That just a little excessive!” Jay croaked, yelping as Gil yanked him up and started to pull him out of the wand room-letting him go as Harry went the other way than Mal did-seeing the guard making his way directly to them on the map.

Mal noticed them and hissed-quickly following Harry and Gil-narrowly missing the guard who had been shocked awake thanks to the alarm. The six vks quickly ran through the halls and down the stairs, all leaving the same way Mal and the others had come in. Gil slid to a stop as he noticed Carlos at the security desk, bouncing on his heels as Carlos said something about a chip malfunction and turned off the alarm.

“Carlos!” Mal yelled from outside, the younger Vk rolling his eyes and jogging after her with Gil-Harry practically a half mile ahead as he bolted back to the dorms-only stopping so Gil could catch up. “Way to go Jay, now we have to go to school tomorrow!” Mal hissed, hitting Jay upside the head as he passed her.

He rolled his eyes-catching up to Harry and Gil and suddenly making it a race to get back to the dorms.

Harry and Gil tumbled into their room from the window they had left open-being seen by no one. They breathed heavily as Jay and Carlos rushed back into their rooms through the hall-and Harry had a feeling at least one of the armors saw them.

Oh well-wasn’t his problem.

“let’s go to bed,” Gil said-already yawning. “we have a big day tomorrow, and it’s already been a long day.” Harry had to agree, groaning at the thought of going to school. Yuck.

Harry stripped out of the clothes he had been wearing all day, and now looking at his ratty vest that was once his older sisters-his jacket once his fathers-he felt much dirtier than he had before. Everyone in Auradon was spick and span-not a speck of dirt to be seen on anyone.

The only person he had seen not be perfect in posture and cleanliness, was you, Harry supposed he should be thankful for that-to have someone not be as much of a shell shock as every other kid was.

Harry sighed as he lay in bed, his eyes on the ceiling of his new room. he wondered what the wand heist would’ve been like if Uma had been there with them, it would’ve gone off swimmingly harry mentally bet himself, Uma would’ve gotten them in and out within a minute-wand secured and Auradon in ashes.

Harry never realized how much he relied on Uma until he was hundreds of miles away from her-across the ocean and unable to see her. He tossed his arm over his eyes, his golden bracelet pressing against his cheek as he felt a heavy pit in his throat.

He never realized you could get homesick for someone.

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TGR but There's a Roleswap - Chapter 10

Chapter 10 - The Mixed-Traffic Challenge

Pouty James (Season 20 Episode 8)

Word Count: 2,137

The story can be found at @tgr-2x5-roleswap-au for easier access.

As James lined up with the other engines, he was pumped with confidence. Pulling coaches and trucks was what James did for a living. This is easy, he thought, distracted enough that he was startled when a diesel shunted an extra set of coaches behind him.

With an "Omph!" James was reign back from his mind, and that's when he heard him.

"James?"

With a quick hum and his attention caught, James peered to his left and saw Edward on the other side, at the very end of the line of engines.

"It was you!" Edward exclaimed joyfully.

"I did!" James replied with surprise. He didn't recall Edward saying he was joining the competition among the many things they'd talked about two days ago.

Meanwhile, on the sidelines, the North Westerners were nervous. Though they wouldn't dare admit it to the red engine, they knew James had it. They were just concerned about James' tendency to mess up at any point.

"Come on, Jimmy," Emily whispered hastily. "You've got this! If there's any-engine that can win this, it's you."

Back in the arena, the engines and coaches just had their couplings checked over, making sure they weren't weak. When the yardmen gave the ready signal, the announcer spoke.

"Let's give one final round of applause to the participants of the first Mixed-Traffic Challenge!" the announcer exclaimed, followed by loud cheers and roars from the crowd. "Engines and crew, are you ready?"

Whistles of all different tunes shrilled throughout the arena, overpowering the obnoxious hollers that some of the crews bellowed out.

"Ready!"

James wheeshed heavily, ready to loosen his brakes.

"Set!"

His driver released the brake, along with the other drivers of other engines. All eight engines slowly crept forward, some slightly farther than others.

"Go!"

Regulators were open and the engines were off. Some had a slow start while others had a quick one. James started right smack in the middle, quickly catching up to the ones up ahead. He surpassed two engines as the engine furthest away, the Caledonian Railway Single No. 123, pulled ahead the curve and stopped once their train went past the first line, followed by a blare of a horn.

"The Caledonian Railway's ex-Number One-Twenty-Three has finished first in heading a passenger train! An impressive performance from a single!" the announcer exclaimed, his voice booming in the area. "Who will roll in second and third?"

And as soon as he finished that sentence, Edward rolled in, his line right next to the Caledonian, and came to a halt.

"One-Twenty-Three has been followed by the Furness Railway's ex-Number Twenty-One, taking second place for the Furness Railway Trust! A grand example of what 'shy steamers' are capable of!" he announced, running on the adrenaline from The Great Race and The Shunting Competition. "Followed by in-service BR Number D-S-Two-Thirty-Nine, the Southern Eastern and Chatham Railway's ex-Number Five-Twenty-Nine, taking third place for the Southern Region of British Railways! Looks like the four-leader-four-driver engines are taking their title as the most powerful engines once again!"

The announcer continued to ramble on, announcing each engine's arrival. James had landed fourth place, four spots away from last place.

"Ladies and gentlemen, that's the first section! Engines, leave your passenger trains and get your goods trains ready!" the announcer exclaimed, followed by the sound of points switching in unison.

The referee of the first checkpoint blew his whistle and waved his flags forward, walking towards the engines. All eight engines eased backward, all pumping with adrenaline.

"Ye're catching on!" hollered Edward once he set his coaches on their designated track. The Furness fella pulled forward and switched points. The exhaustion could already be heard in his voice.

"I'll catch up to you!" James exclaimed proudly amongst the noises of couplings clanking and buffers bumping into one another.

"Like tae see it!"

Quickly and smoothly, the engines were coupled to their goods train. A repeat of the callouts and signals happened, and the engines soon stormed down the tracks again.

The distance was greater than the first section, allowing slower engines to catch up to others who were pumping their pistons fast as their boilers struggled to continuously steam so strongly. The Caledonian had fallen behind quite quickly, letting James and DS239 push ahead, along with Pennsylvania Railroad No. 1223. A New South Wales Z26 class and a Bavarian G 3/4 H, both still in service, were falling behind with Edward, though the latter was able to retain fourth place when all eight engines crossed the next finish line.

The crowd roared as the voice boomed throughout the speakers. "First is D-S-Two-Thirty-Nine, followed by James and Twelve-Twenty-Three taking second and third respectively! What a fallout for One-Twenty-Three and Twenty-One, dropping four places! But, oh dear! One-Twenty-Three has dropped another placement, losing to Twenty-One. Here comes the Australian engine in sixth place, followed by the Bavarian G in seventh and Five-Twenty-Nine in eighth!" As soon as the announcer spoke his last word, DS239 whistled brightly as it began to pull its train backward, having gotten into position as swiftly as possible.

James was thrown off, having expected to wait as they did first. It was enough leeway for the other engines to take advantage and get ready. By the time James was coupled up, the Pennsylvania Railroad No. 1223 and Edward passed by.

"Keep goin', James! It's a race!" huffed out Edward as he passed by hurriedly and left James confused by the last sentence. Though the other red engine had gone by quickly, James noticed Edward's freckled cheeks burn. The words "shy steamer" rattled around his smokebox as he reversed with his train once he was ready, quickly catching up to the Furness fellow.

"Meet you on the other side!" exclaimed James.

"Soon enough!" huffed out Edward. "I will!"

As they stormed closer to the finish line, an air horn went off. "Stop the race!" exclaimed the announcer. The engines immediately pulled on their brakes, buffers bashing against one another as they came to a stop. "We have a-!"

BANG! went the first truck of the Caledonian's goods trains once a Canadian engine bashed it aside as it chased a tiny yellow boxcab diesel.

"Help!" cried out Philip as the referees started waving their red flags and blowing their whistles frantically.

James hollered out, flipping his smokebox door open. "Philip, what is wrong with you?"

"Ask that guy!" cried out Philip once again as he passed by James, being chased by Vinnie, the massive Canadian engine. The points had immediately been switched to direct to the center area, where a radio tower was located. Both engines headed straight for the turntable near it, where it hadn't been set and ready to use.

"Philip!" exclaimed James as the yellow boxcab diesel tettered over the edge and Vinnie closed in on him.

Philip was frightened as Vinnie neared him, rearing his front end, ready to shunt him off into the space of the turntable. But then Vinnie stopped as James jerked forward, lassoing his coupling onto Vinnie's back buffer beam.

"You better not go a single inch towards him, you Pacific bullhead!" James hollered out furiously as he reversed, only to struggle to pull the heavy streamlined Canadian Confederation engine.

Vinnie laughed mockingly, holding onto his brakes. "So… wanna play tug-of-war, don't cha?" he asked slyly.

Suddenly, Edward lassoed his coupling onto James' read buffer beam and hollered out, "Aye! Pull, James!"

Despite being startled, James pulled with all his might with Edward. Both engines were able to pull Vinnie far away from Philip. The former was still startled by the Victorian Scottish engine’s sudden appearance, so he was surprised even more when he was quickly hauled away.

"Points!" hollered James. One of the signalmen, confused, changed the points as the two engines continued to pull Vinnie back. “Go, Philip! Go, go, go!” yelled James as his chubby cheeks began to burn once Vinnie pulled back.

Philip quickly scuttled away, though not without taunting Vinnie.

The strain became too much so James’ front coupling snapped, letting Vinnie send himself rolling forward, derailing on the set of points, and crashing into the radio tower with a BANG!

"Take that, big bully!" yelled Philip.

James and Edward were shocked but they smiled at each other until Edward noticed something. With a gasp, Edward immediately pulled James backward, startling the slightly larger red engine.

“Whoa! What-?”

BANG! The radio tower collapsed to the ground, right in front of James, who almost jumped off his chassis. As quickly as the nearby yardman could, he shut off the power before anyone could get hurt.

“Thanks,” James huffed out.

“N-No need tae thank me. It’s whit friends ur for,” Edward replied cheerfully before fully realizing what he said. “T-Thon is if we ur!” he stammered. “...Ur we?”

“Of course-!”

“Hey!” interrupted the Canadian engine, getting the other two’s attention. “Can somebody get me some help?”

As quickly as help arrived, the arena was cleared of intruders, and James' coupling was promptly replaced, the race resumed. The engines stormed down the final stretch with James overtaking Pennsylvania Railroad No. 1223, Edward, and British Rail No. DS239. DS239 began falling behind, allowing Edward to steam past and fall behind James. The “break” had done him some good, allowing him to rest his aching pistons.

James laughed joyfully. “You’re catching up!”

“I am!” replied Edward.

The two red tender engines strayed further away from the others, nearing the finish line and laughing about. They pushed along and before they knew it, both engines passed the finish line, one mere seconds before the other.

"What a close call!" hollered the announcer. "Ex-Furness Railway Number Twenty-One has finished first place for the tender-first section, with North Western Railway Number Five right behind! Judges, it's time to start calculating those points!"

"No!" huffed Emily with a pout. "He was winning!"

"I knew he was trouble," said Philip.

Meanwhile, Edward's eyes snapped open in shock, having shut them from laughter. "I-"

"Congrats!" hollered James as they both came to a stop.

"But-!"

"And here comes the Pennsylvanian, followed by D-S-Two-Thirty-Nine, the Australian, the Caledonian, Five-Twenty-Nine, and the Bavarian G Three-Sub-Four! Folks, now we wait for the final results!"

The audience went silent as the judges mumbled to one another, mics having been turned off, and calculating the points. Steam wheeshing was the only sound that could be heard across the arena as both engines and people held their breaths.

After what seemed like ages, it took a few seconds for one of the judges to turn on their mic. "Ladies and gentlemen, engines and crews, we would like to announce the top three winners. Our first place winner, overall, goes to the Furness Railway's ex-Twenty-One, with twenty-six points."

The crowd cheered, the engines whistled, and the crews hollered. Edward's face burned with embarrassment from the sudden attention.

"In second place, we have the North Western Railway's Number Five engine, James, with twenty-five points."

The other North Westerners whistled sharply, the sound shrilling throughout the arena.

"Let's go, James!" hollered Thomas. "Top three, top three!"

"That's my little brother!" exclaimed Emily.

"Aw, by just one point!" pouted Philip.

"And taking third place is British Rail's D-S-Two-Thirty-Nine from the Southern region, also with twenty-five points," finished the judge. "Ladies and gentlemen, this has been the Mixed-Traffic Challenge!"

Cheers roared from the audience and whistles shrilled from the engines surrounding the area.

"Congratulations!" exclaimed James to the flustered Furness fella.

"T-Thank ye!" Edward managed to huff out. "Congratulations tae ye, too, James!"

"James!" exclaimed the Fat Controller as he approached the two engines. "What were you even doing here in the first place?" he asked.

James had seen this coming. It was a continuation of his conversation with his controller before the competition. "I came with Gordon's safety valve, sir. It hadn't been reassembled properly. That's why his boiler burst."

"Ah," replied the Fat Controller. Thank goodness the burst hadn't been worse, ending as a full-out boiler explosion. "Now that is being a really useful engine, James. I'm proud of you for doing so for your fellow engines. Even more with you joining the competition, because you've taken a top three!"

Just then, the rest of the North Westerners approached them from outside of the arena, on a set of tracks much closer to it. Cheers and whistles roared from the group, cheering their friend on.

"He was just doing what he does best, sir!" exclaimed Emily.

"Being the best Mixed-Traffic engine of the show!" huffed James with pride. "You're not that bad of an engine. There's more than what you can see~" he sang, peering over to Edward…

Only to see the space next to him empty.

"...Edward?" James was confused. Edward was just there moments ago. "Where did he go? He didn't even say goodbye…"

this is actually the longest chapter. oops-

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beevean · 27 days ago

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42 Isaactor ❤️

…out of pride.

May have gotten a bit suggestive with this one, so just in case :)

"Not today, Isaac," Hector grumbled, lips swollen by bites, and how unfair it was, that he would look stunning underneath Isaac even when complaining. "I can't feel my body with how much I forged today..."

Isaac, tightening the grip of Hector's wrists, tutted. "Well now that won't do. I oughta make you feel like Hell itself is caressing your skin."

"You are so greedy, I would almost take it as a compliment."

Yes, because that was the one thing Hector needed, yet another reason to inflate his ego. He'd fly with the harpies in no time. Isaac rolled his eyes, making sure that Hector would not miss it: why did he have to play hard, other than to waste his time? If he didn't know him, he would think Hector didn't like him anymore.

Well, the proof that his friend was only flapping his lips without meaning it was poking Isaac nicely on his rear. He could scoot lower and wring it out of his increasingly tight trousers... but that would be dreadfully boring. Routine. And as much fun it was to make Hector squirm under his expert administrations, Isaac was in no mood to be that selfless, what did Hector even do to deserve being serviced like the Lord of the Castle...

Something clicked in Isaac's mind.

"Ohh, I have the perfect idea!"

"Should I call the castle orchestra to celebrate?" Hector quipped with a perfect eyebrow cocked. In lieu of punching that smart mouth, Isaac opted for grinding on Hector's crotch: that shut him up with a nice gasp.

"Quiet, you." Isaac didn't know what made his groin twitch: the feeling of Hector's arousal pressing on his flesh, or the fact that he actually obeyed him. "If you are oh-so-exhausted, too exhausted to bother with your poor friend... why don't I take the lead, hm?"

Isaac licked his lips in anticipation. Really, he had grown perhaps too comfortable in Hector's presence, too complacent in making Hector do all the hard work to have a good time together.

He did not mind if Hector saw him as a piece of meat to chew. He was one of the few creatures in this disgusting world that could sink his fangs inside him. But that he at least did so with hunger, not with that glazed look in his eyes.

Isaac expected his friend to (figuratively: he was not going to let him go) jump to the occasion of trying something new. He didn't expect, however, for him to boom with laughter.

"You? Oh, please. I'm surprised you remembered that you have a cock!"

Isaac very much did not like the sharp edge in Hector's voice.

"And what is that," he hissed, closer to Hector's mouth, "supposed to mean?"

"That I'd barely notice it's there. And you'll get tired after five minutes and I'll have to pick up the slack. As usual."

He was goading him. Isaac knew his friend like the back of his hand. That odious grin, all teeth and glint like a vampire, was a challenge to make Isaac's heart pump faster.

He knew it. But that did not stop Isaac from crashing his lips on Hector's again, tearing the skin with his teeth until he tasted copper and moans, and he would enjoy it immensely were it not for the fire tinting his vision red.

How dare he!

Isaac would wipe that stupid grin off that stupidly pretty face, he would make him whimper like a dog, and he would show him what he was capable of.

#isaactor #suggestive #wow this got needlessly long #i'm sorry this was the only scenario i could think of #see i too can write cringy banter between two 'friends' haha hire me netflix #anyway i love isaac he's a bitch <3

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htylmg · 1 year ago

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i think Something happened to me yesterday but i need y’all’s opinion

i work at a tutoring service and usually i’m one of the last tutors to arrive for the morning shift, but we still have to arrive like 30ish minutes before the kids for… reasons. so imagine my surprise when i arrive and the door is fully unlocked, lights are off, and nobody’s inside, in the lounge room or anywhere. i ask the guy who owns the neighboring store if he saw anybody walk in and he says “maybe” in the thickest lithuanian accent you’ve ever heard. (or maybe he just didn’t want to put up with me. hm.)

i walk back into my work and the lights turn on. we don’t have motion activated sensors so immediately i get a feeling that Something is off but i cannot be bothered as i’m hungover as shit. i look at my phone clock- t-minus 20 minutes until the little shits arrive.

i check the sign-in sheet, as our Godly Manager- nowhere to be seen- uses that paper and that paper only to check off our attendance. of course, my chicken scratch is the only handwriting on today’s list. on a whim, i leaf back through the other days and in doing so, realize i’m the only one who ever signs in with a colored pen. everyone else only uses black. “well, guess i didn’t get the email” is all i think, and leave it alone.

it’s t-minus 15 minutes now, so i put in headphones to feel a little alive while opening up. while i’m wiping down a counter for no reason- perhaps because our Godly Manager thinks lysol wipes are a waste of money- i whip my hair a little too hard to “fuck me pumps” and my airpod goes flying out under a table. i’m still only mildly pissed atp, so i casually reach under the table to get it back and i feel the most sickening cold i’ve ever felt jam its way into me. (when i say “sickening”, i mean it physically made me feel sick, it was that cold.)

i pick the airpod back up, the one still jammed in my ear still blaring music, and look around for the source of the cold, bc i know it’s not our janky-ass air conditioner that only works in winter. and it couldn’t have been the weather- it’s a texas summer, the only wind we get are tornadoes.

after investigating for a little bit, i see no source, so i go back to cleaning, but sans airpods. (sorry, amy winehouse.) after what’s a solid ten or so minutes of cleaning- and watching the sky change and get progressively vibrant- i check my phone again, and do the biggest double-take i’ve ever done (except in a show i did where the lead kissed both his female co-stars then came out as gay, all backstage during final dress.) it’s t-minus 10 minutes.

“there’s no way it’s only been five minutes,” i murmur to myself, and this is the point where i start to Lose My Shit. my breaking point, if you will.

i grab a mic stand- unsure why we even have that, we don’t have a microphone- and hunker down at a table directly in front of the clear glass, staring at shoppers making their way in and out the stores around me while also trying not to make eye contact with the person in the window gripping a mic stand, looking ready to beat someone’s ass. i’m a motherfucking indian miss havisham, i think, half-crazed. (i say half because i hadn’t had coffee yet.)

i zone out, still gripping señor mic stand- we’ve bonded in the ?? minutes we’ve been here- and so i have no recollection of the lithuanian store owner (!!!) coming out of his store and face to face with me in the window. i have no recollection of anything except when i came to and saw a bearded man in his 50s making severe eye contact with me and rapping his knuckles on the window. the noise i make is just a bit quieter than a sonic boom, but my soul is remotely intact. (maybe.)

once i get over the initial… gah… he orders us coffee from the starbucks across the street- plain black coffees for both of us- and we drink our overpriced boon in silence while leaning against the window. he doesn’t talk once, which i appreciate because i am still very much hungover. i check my phone. t-minus 7 minutes.

i sigh very loudly. the lithuanian man looks at me awkwardly. i don’t feel like explaining the looney tunes/ghostbusters situation i think i’m in in, so i just say, “feels like i’ve been here forever.”

“mm.”

eloquent. now i’m purposely trying to make conversation just to prove something. “my phone keeps saying it’s only been less than 30 minutes, but i know it’s not true.”

“mm.”

now i’m not scared anymore, just mildly pissed for no reason. i recycle the cup- save the environment- and but him adieu. he has no reaction. his work here is done. i think he may be an entity.

i go back inside to the wretched place and arm myself with the mic stand once again. i check my phone one last time and blink very slowly. t-minus -2 minutes. those little shits were supposed to be here two minutes ago. i look outside. lithuanian man is gone. i grip the mic stand and slowly, slowly make my way to the front door, which has no windows. i wish i could say my internal monologue at this time is something inspiring and bold and shakespearean, but instead i’m whimpering what the fuck, what the fuck, over and over again. yknow- shakespearean.

like i’m ripping a band-aid off, i throw the door open. three 11-year-olds stand there, looking very pissed.

“we’ve been knocking for like five minutes,” one says.

“my mom was waiting for someone to answer before she leaves. you’re in soooo much trouble, miss [redacted],” another informs me.

“what are you carrying?” asks the final.

i sweep them inside forcibly with one hand and prop the door open with a doorstop. the darkness will not engulf me once more.

“that’s not safe,” the middle informs me yet again.

“i’m the boss,” i mutter, and turn around and give her a withering stare. she shrinks i little and i feel immensely guilty. power is not fun.

“now let’s. let’s review fractions… yeah?”

the rest of the day goes as normal. my phone clock works just fine. i’m the only one to clock in all day, and it’s only when i arrive home that i check my texts and see that everyone had been planning a week in advance to take a sick day on the same day and prank our Godly Manager, who somehow caught wind of this and didn’t arrive either. i don’t know if they assumed i knew as well or just didn’t bother to tell me. frankly, i don’t want to know.

i think i’m going to relisten to the magnus archives.

#tma #the magnus archives #tma ig 🙄#<- my tma tag lol #tma memes #poll #polls #story #does that tag count if it’s true?#🐋.txt

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IATSE almost struck (striked?) back in 2021. Things got pretty gnarly during the pandemic because studios were having to spend a lot of their budgets on covid safety [because heaven forbid the state of california have to pay out unemployment to the workers of a multi billion dollar industry, so they made special stipulations for production to continue filming and keep the capitalism of the state functioning, obviously the virus isn't important enough to stop tv from filming /s], so they were tighter with the rest of production as well. Which was basically the straw that broke the camels back on top of everything else up to that point, because the hours that crews have to work are brutal a lot of the time. 12 hour days are the regular expected, and they typically go longer, not unusual to do a 14 or 16 hour day, not including your own commute to and from work.

The union took a strike authorization vote and it was nearly unanimous (like above 95% authorized), but instead of taking that momentum and using the solidarity of the workers to impact meaningful change, the union reps screwed them over in negotiations and allowed the contracts with the AMPTP to get ratified due to an electoral college like voting system. The popular vote (particularly with LA local crews) was against it.

The writer’s guild is notoriously one of the strongest unions/guilds in town, and I know writers have been hurting because of the fuckery of streaming services. There’s a massive likelihood that it will happen again when the WGA has their negotiations this year (SAG AFTRA and the DGA also have them, but they are less likely to be the branch that strikes). When it happened in 2008 it lead to the boom in reality tv, since scripted tv was all on hold. It will be interesting to see what happens this time, because the contracts do really need to be redone to protect the people who are actually doing the work to make all these shows and movies, and not just to pump up corporate profits for bloated conglomerates.

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