#Bonfire: Repeat a string repeat a string

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Congratulations on your milestone! Could I have a Choso fic for Bonfire and Smores? Just a tender moment for him to learn how to enjoy life again?

S’mores??

Summary: Marie’s Summer Fest prompt: bonfires and s’mores

Pairing: Choso Kamo x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: sweet fluffy fluff!

Word Count: 1,257

A/N: I would do anything to take Choso out for s’more! He would be so cute! I hope you enjoy it!

The stars twinkle above your head while the cicadas hum in the trees. The heat of the fire in front of Choso crackled and popped, warming his slightly chilled skin. You had told him to sit there and wait as you ventured into your car to retrieve the surprise you had promised him.

You had brought him up into the mountains for a nice little getaway. Both of you had had nothing but a string of challenging missions you had to take on. So, to say that you both were burnt out was a bit of an understatement. Choso had admitted to you the day before that he felt drained, which was strange seeing that he was half human and half curse. But in your eyes, Choso was more human than he thought.

And being human meant that you both need to take some breaks.

“Sorry to keep you waiting!” Choso turned, watching as you ran back over to him, sitting down on the long you both had called your seat for the evening. And one hand held a bag. In the other, you held two metal sticks. Choso eyed the sharp metal sticks before focusing on the bag. “Hold these for me!”

Your sweet boyfriend took the sticks from you without any questions asked. Instead, he watched you pull out three items from the bag you held—a box of graham crackers, white poofy things, and chocolate bars. Choso had no clue what you were going to do with those three very different items. Glancing over at your boyfriend, you giggled at the confused look that was tugging at the features of his pretty face.

“You look so confused, Cho.”

“Because I am confused. What are you planning on doing with that stuff?”

You pressed your index finger against his lips, tilting your head to the side with a wide, warm smile. “More like, what are we going to do.” When your boyfriend does not, he has an understanding. You pulled your finger away from his mouth. “We're going to make some s’mores.” the word s’mores only seems to have more form in your boyfriend’s head.

“S’mores?”

“Mhmm! An American dessert that I had once when I was overseas. I was on a mission in the mountains, and the group of sorcerers that I was with started making s’mores. It was nice way to mission.”

“Huh—okay, how I’ll help you!” you ripped open the bag of jumbo-sized marshmallows before plucking one out of the bag and handing it to your boyfriend.“Go ahead and stick onto your metal stick!” once Choso confusingly did as you said, you still got up standing behind him using his arms to place the metal kebab stick over the open flames of the bonfire you had lit. “Now you’re gonna hold it over the fire and turn it slowly to toast it.”

Choso’s eyes were focused on pure, sugary confection as he twisted the metal stick you had provided him, toasting the white thing you had put on the sharp end. “Like this?” he stole a glance in your direction, not once stopping as he continued to turn the marshmallow over the hot open flames.

“Yeah, there you go!” He watched as you opened the box of crackers and one of the bars of chocolate. “A small is the perfect combination of crunchy and fluff.” You snapped the Graham Cracker in half before repeating the process with the chocolate and placing it on the graham cracker. “We'll put it all together as soon as your marshmallow is done.”

Choso expertly continued to toast the marshmallow until it was golden brown. When you noticed the perfect color, you helped him pull the marshmallow away from the heat so you could finish constructing your treat. You carefully held the chocolate and graham cracker beneath the marshmallow before you smashed it down together with the other half of the graham cracker, pulling the marshmallow off of the stick.

Everything went so smoothly that Choso had to blink, processing what had just happened. Moments ago, you had held three foods together before putting them together into a sandwich. The curious look in his eyes had your heart fluttering with happiness as he tilted his head from one side to the other.

“Put three treats together, and you have yourself the perfect s’more.” you offered the treat to your boyfriend, who hesitantly took it, eyeing it carefully as though it was a new creature he had been assigned to study. “You can eat it, baby. I have plenty more where that came from, so we can make as many as we want.”

Taking a bite of s’more in his hand, you watched your boyfriend’s eyes widen with wonder. The silky smooth taste of the chocolate, combined with the crispy outer layer of the sugary soft marshmallow, perfectly between the two graham crackers. He hummed happily, swallowing the bite in his mouth before taking another bite. The sweet deliciousness flooded his mouth, allowing him to relax for the first time in weeks.

Watching the tension leave his shoulders left you grinning before you began roasting your marshmallow over the open flames of the bonfire. “Do you like it?”

“Mhmm!” his eyes twinkle with excitement. “It's crunchy, yet soft at the same time. Plus, it’s very sweet.”

“Yeah, they are tasty.” The warm hue of orange flames reflected off your face, making you look somehow prettier than you already were. “Sometimes all you need is a box of graham crackers, a bottle of chocolate, and some marshmallows to take the time to enjoy life. It’s the simple things that make it worth living.”

Choso focused on the treat in his hands before his dark eyes flicked back toward you, watching as you blew out flames on your marshmallow, which was a little crispier than his. His flushed a soft pink as he watched you construct your own s’more. Once it was stacked, you gently tapped your s’more with his own before taking a bite.

As a string of sugary marshmallows dragged along your bottom lip before you could lick it off, Choso reached out, swiping it up with his thumb before bringing it to his mouth to lick the remains off of it. “S’mores are pretty tasty. But I think being with you is the only thing I need to have to relax.” you inhaled sharply as Choso gently pressed his lips against yours in a chaste kiss before taking another bite of his s’more, an almost happy, child-like joy glottered in his eyes.

It truly was the simple things in life that made it worth living. Watching your boyfriend, he finished his treat before following the steps you had shown him to make another. Seeing him so happy made your heart swell with happiness. This was exactly how you wanted the night to turn out. Tasty treats and a smile on Choso’s face.

Life was good, and all you needed was a few s’mores to make a memory that would last a lifetime.

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Scorched Shadows Part 5

Eris x Azriel's Sister OC Summary: Estella is the younger sister of Azriel. Like her older brother, she is a shadowsinger and spymaster for the Night Court. When she meets Eris, she initially despises him, but after a bargain is made between them, and they are stuck Under the Mountain together, things begin heating up.

CW: overprotective brothers, mentions of a past toxic relationship, alcohol, eris being a little shit

Word Count: 1322

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Year 4

     It had been a year since that night. The night that the bond had snapped.

     Estella had winnowed back to her mother's house and woken the female with tears streaming down her face. 

"He's my mate," she had sobbed to her mother, begging her not to tell anyone.

     Her mother promised and listened to her daughter cry about how much she hated the male and how cruel the Cauldron was. 

     Since then, she'd screamed into her pillow, sobbed herself to sleep, and tried to ignore that string in her chest, leading her to him. In fact, that had been her little routine nearly every night.

     She wouldn't call herself a romantic, but she had grown up hearing stories about mates. Her mother would tell her romantic tales to calm her down during the hour that she saw her.

     She'd always dreamed of finding a mate--one she loved. But Eris was far from that. She despised him. To have him as her mate, of all people . . . it was a cruel twist of fate.

     Estella hadn't told a soul besides her mother about the bond. She hadn't even dared to speak it out loud since. Even her shadows hadn't repeated the word 'mate' since.

     But she decided to put aside her self-pity for a few days. Rhysand was taking the family--except Cassian--to the Summer Court for a nice vacation. Cassian was quite upset about it, but he had been banned, and the rest weren't giving up the beach for him.

     Mor had let her borrow a black bikini--one she knew her brothers would disapprove of. It was skimpy enough to leave little to the imagination.

     She found Rhys already on the beach, sitting on a chair with his wings put away and sunglasses on. Mor settled down on a towel beside him, stretching out to tan.

"Az is gonna make you change if he sees you in that, Stella," Rhys warned her.

"Mor gave it to me," Estella shrugged. He raised a brow at his cousin, who only grinned.

"You're lucky Cassian isn't here, Mor," Rhys joked. "He wouldn't be happy." She just rolled her eyes at him as she sat in the chair beside him.

     She closed her eyes, sighing contently as she relaxed. The smell of sea salt and the sound of the waves hitting the shore put her at ease.

"I want a drink," Mor complained, propping herself up with her hands as she tilted her head towards the sun.

"I can get us some," Estella offered, getting to her feet as she adjusted her bikini bottoms.

"Get me a piña colada," she said, flopping back onto her towel. Estella raised a brow at her until she added, "Please."

     Estella went to the beach bar, tucking her wings in so she didn't hit anybody with them. Leaving the Night Court as an Illyrian was humbling. Everyone stared at her constantly, and her shadows didn't help.

"Two piña coladas, please," Estella ordered with a polite smile.

      The bartender nodded as she paid for her drinks. She sighed and leaned her arms on the bar, waiting.

"A male is staring," her shadows sang to her.

     Her shadows had always brought gawking males to her attention, and she loved making those males uncomfortable for their staring.

"Are you enjoying the view?" Estella called, not bothering to turn around.

"Very much."

     She knew the voice immediately. The string in her chest went taut, something it hadn't done since the bond had snapped. She spun around, finding herself facing Eris.

     He wore simpler Summer Court clothing. His face remained as perfect as she remembered, unchanged despite her wishes.

     His scent of cinnamon and bonfire smoke seemed so out of place in the Summer Court. While Estella wore bracelets to cover her bargain tattoo, his was on display.

"Stare at some other female's ass," Estella glared once she had recovered from her shock.

"None of them measure up to yours," he taunted. She wrinkled her nose.

"You'll have to make due," she replied.

"Such a shame," he sighed with exaggeration. "I'll have to store the view away for later."

"Pig," Estella snarled. He only chuckled, which managed to piss her off even more. "Are you stalking me?"

"I'm here for business," he shrugged. "I noticed a particularly attractive female, and I didn't realize it was you until I got closer."

     Estella doubted that very much. How many other females had wings and shadows?

"How could you tell I was attractive?" she demanded, crossing her arms. "You only saw the back of me."

"The back is all I need," he grinned. She groaned, rolling her eyes at him.

"Two piña coladas," the bartender said, placing them on the table. She thanked him before picking the drinks up.

"You bought me a drink? How thoughtful," Eris teased.

"The other is for Mor," Estella said, tensing as she brought her cousin up. "And I suggest you leave before she sees you."

"I would if I could, but as I said, I'm here on business," he reminded her.

"What business?" Estella demanded, quirking a brow.

"Autumn Court business," he replied vaguely with a wave of his hand. "Speaking of my Court, you left hurriedly the last time I saw you."

     Estella froze up at the mention of that night. She'd been hoping he wouldn't bring it up.

"I wasn't feeling well," she lied.

"Really?" she heard in her mind, causing her to flinch. "So the bond didn't snap for you, too?" 

     Estella tried to force him out of her head, as Rhys had trained her to, but she could not. It had to be the bond. She was stuck with him in her head because of this stupid fucking bond. 

     Estella knew the Autumn Court took mating bonds very seriously. If his father knew about them, she would be forced to marry Eris. If her brothers refused to allow her, he could start a war over her hand. She would have no choice.

     She thought of how Mor got out of marriage with him. Estella wasn't a virgin. She had lost her virginity at 18 to an older Illyrian male in Windhaven named Marcus. He had told her he loved her, then broken her heart for another young female after he got what he wanted from her. After that, she'd been careful about who she gave herself to. She'd only been with a handful of males since.

"I'm not a virgin," Estella blurted. 

     He stared at her, wide-eyed and confused, before breaking into laughter. Her face went red at the sound.

"What?" he laughed, his eyes twinkling.

"You can't force me to marry you; I'm not a virgin," she repeated.

"First of all, I wasn't planning on forcing you to marry me," he said. "And second, none of that matters once the mating bond is in place. You'd still be my property, and I'd still have to marry you if my father knew. But he doesn't. And I'm not going to tell him."

"Why not?" Estella asked warily.

"Because I have no interest in marrying you," he answered bluntly. 

     She didn't know why the words almost made her flinch. She had no interest in marrying him, either.

     She went to reply, trying to find harsh words that would hurt him, but her shadows began to swirl around her.

"Brother approaching," they warned.

      Her head turned slightly, eyes meeting Azriel's as he neared the both of them.

"I heard you were here on business, but I did not expect you to have the nerve to speak to my sister," Azriel snapped, his hazel eyes narrowed at the male.

"We were just catching up," Eris smirked, winking at Estella.

"Leave her alone," Azriel snarled.

      With that, her brother led her away with his hand on her back. Her scarred hands still held the drinks, and his shadows moved to cover her ass from Eris's view as she turned away from him.

"You're changing into a different bathing suit," Azriel grumbled.

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I’m at One With the Silence — Luke Castellan x f!Reader — Part One

Description: Luke learns sign language in order to get to know you, the silent, angry daughter of Apollo. Warnings: canon-typical violence, injury Word Count: 1.2k A/N: The reader character in this fic is mute and uses ASL! Descriptions of signs will be used, but it's super duper hard to describe hand signs with text, and I'm not a fluent signer myself, so don't use this as a learning device. Also, I have no idea how many parts this will be yet. Let's say three? Four, maybe.

Part One ☆ Part Two →

Luke wasn’t generally one to people-watch, but this was… a sight.

Your hands were balled into fists as you stormed out of Apollo’s cabin, the sound of a dozen talented singers battling for supremacy spilling out behind you. You were saying — mouthing — something, your lips moving a mile a minute. You cut through the center of camp like hellhounds were on your ass and, as you approached the edge of a hill, bent down to pick up… a pile of pebbles.

Luke watched. Maybe it was the anger in him that enjoyed the anger in you. Maybe he was just curious what your problem was, or what you meant to do with the pebbles. Maybe he liked what the sunset did to your face. He watched.

You began tossing — no, hurling — the tiny rocks at the sky. The sun, he realized; you were looking right at it, a feat only the children of Apollo could pull off without going blind. You were throwing rocks at the sun.

Not hard to figure out the meaning of that.

Your lips kept moving as you attempted this small act of violence against your father, your jaw wild as though you were shouting, and when you ran out of pebbles to throw, you’d move your hands, too, as though by sweeping them wider, you could sign louder. And then you’d dip down again, scoop up more, and repeat.

If Apollo cared at all, if he even noticed his daughter’s rage, he didn’t show it. The sun kept setting, and no one came.

The gods were deaf to their children. Luke knew that better than anyone.

He kept watching, even as you tired of throwing rocks at gods and shuffled off — still away from your cabin, he noted. Not tired enough to go back there.

He didn’t know why you were angry.

Oh, he could guess. It couldn’t have been easy, the fall from grace; going from your father’s favorite child — the gods all picked favorites, it was only the less honest ones who pretended that wasn’t true — to just another in the pile mustn’t have felt good, especially for you, the demigod who gave everything.

But was that it? Was that why you hated your father? Because Hades had silenced you?

Your voice had been beautiful, for whatever ‘had been’ was worth. Luke had only heard you sing once before it was ripped from you, but he remembered being mesmerized.

You were fourteen then, too. It was your second — maybe third, he wasn’t sure, he didn’t know you personally — summer at Camp Halfblood, and his first. He’d been shy, not that anyone remembered that now, and he hadn’t spoken to much of anyone other than those who slept in Hermes cabin, let alone pretty girls with older, meaner boyfriends. But he’d been dragged to a bonfire party by an older brother of his, and you were there, with your guitar and your sunbeam smile.

Luke had never liked old music. His mother had all these dusty records that she’d put on and dance to like they were the only things that made sense, but they never made sense to him. If the lyrics had meaning, he didn’t get them, or at least couldn’t relate, not like the nu metal he’d ripped onto his mp3 player.

But you were singing something that night, a Prince song he’d heard before, and on your lips, the words made sense. They were beautiful, even.

He could still see it, the light flickering across your face, your fingers moving fast as light against the strings. You were talented with your guitar, too, though he hadn’t caught sight or sound of the thing since the quest that took your voice, either. The way you played reminded him of the mariachi bands he’d seen on the New York subways — hard to believe a person could pluck so fast.

And you sang. He could still hear it, too — When Doves Cry. It was different, of course, acoustic and melancholy, but the song was the same.

He must have been staring. You must have noticed.

You were coming towards him. He didn’t think anything of it at first; you twirled, you danced, you walked.

“Touch, if you will, my stomach. Feel how it trembles inside.”

And then you were in front of him, so close, and looking him in the eye, and his breath caught. You seemed to almost smirk at that.

“You’ve got the butterflies all tied up. Don’t make me chase you,” you sang, to him. “Even doves have pride.”

And then you turned away from him, like it had been a blip, like you had never been looking at him at all. You danced on.

“How could you just leave me standin’, alone in a world that’s so cold? Maybe I’m just too demandin’—” you grinned there, head turned up to the sky— “maybe I’m just like my father, too bold.”

And then your eyes changed, cast out to the lake, like your mind was elsewhere. “Maybe I’m just like my mother, she’s never satisfied. Why do we scream at each other? This is what it sounds like when doves cry.”

The next day, you embarked on your quest. You did well, too — returned a week and a half later with the item you were sent to steal back from Hades. Hades the place, it turned out, but not the god himself; it was Persephone who had stolen one of your father's precious sunbeams. She'd missed the sunlight in her months down below, she told you, and took it to keep herself warm. An understandable desire, certainly, but it'd lead to snow in the Sahara and summer blizzards in Boston. She gave it back over without a fight, but her husband hadn't smiled upon you sneaking into his domain.

If it weren’t for one of his furies catching you just outside the barrier and digging its claws into your throat, they’d have marked it down as a flawless victory.

The staff managed to save your life, but not your vocal chords. When summer came to an end, they said they commended you for your sacrifice, as though you’d had a choice.

Maybe it really wasn’t that big a deal; half the kids in camp were willing to die in service of the gods, and given that you’d collected more quests than beads, you were probably in that number. But then, dying is different than surviving with a disability. Not worse, but different. What kid actually considers the limb when they’re risking life and limb? What risks would one take if they had to live with the consequences?

Worse yet, as far as he could tell, your daddy never called you back afterwards. No ‘thank you’s for the maimed daughter, no more gifts. Insult to injury, used and discarded.

He’d throw rocks at the guy, too.

Which brought him back to that moment, alone in the settling darkness. You were gone by then, off somewhere, likely pushing your anger aside for something you considered more productive, though Luke couldn’t begin to guess what that would be. He didn’t know you, still.

He might like to, though. Perhaps the two of you could be… allies. That thing inside him that burned, that he hid… he could, potentially, share it with someone who felt the same.

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where currents collide

chapter 13: where the waves lead

*last chapter of this fic*

𓂃⋆.˚ Viv struggles with Rafe ignoring her after a drunken call the night before. Determined to confront him, she attends a Kook party with Sarah. At the party, she discovers Rafe kissing another girl, sparking a heated argument where he accuses her of harboring feelings for Jj. The confrontation escalates, drawing Jj into the drama. After a chaotic fight involving Rafe, Jj, and the Kooks, Jj defends Viv, but later, an intimate moment between them ends abruptly when Viv realizes her heart still belongs to Rafe. Conflicted, she finds Rafe at the beach, and their emotional reunion leads to a passionate kiss, rekindling their connection.

word count 1.9k

content warnings: underage drinking, toxic relationships, heated arguments, physical violence, emotional manipulation, and romantic tension, smut.

As we made our way home, laughter and reminiscing filled the air, the memories of tonight still vivid. I couldn’t believe Jj had defended me—it felt surreal. Once we arrived, everyone drifted to the back of the house to set up a bonfire. Meanwhile, Jj climbed onto the couch, his usual carefree self.

I glanced around to make sure no one was nearby before mustering the courage to ask him something. “Hey, I want to take my dress off... could you unzip it?” My voice came out softer than I intended. Without a word, Jj followed me as I headed to my room.

As we stepped inside, he quietly closed the door behind him, turning the lock with a soft click. I turned to face him briefly, then quickly pivoted, presenting my back. His fingertips lightly traced along my spine, brushing my hair forward over my shoulder. The warmth of his hand resting gently on my shoulder sent an unexpected shiver through me.

He slowly unzipped my dress, the fabric slipping away to reveal a navy blue lace bra and matching panties that complemented the dress perfectly. His hands lingered at my waist, and his voice was low and filled with something unspoken as he murmured, “You look really sexy.”

Before I could process his words, I turned and kissed him, instinct overriding thought. His hand tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss. His other hand traveled down my back, skillfully unhooking my bra. The bra fell away, and he paused just long enough to admire me. He moves his hands back firmly around my waist, lifting me effortlessly as he carries me to the bed, my legs wrapping around his waist.

Our lips never parted as he lowered me gently onto the mattress, his body pressing against mine. The heat between us built as his hands roamed, his fingers unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants without breaking the rhythm of our kiss. His touch was everywhere, igniting sparks as he reached into my nightstand, retrieving a condom. He asked me “Are you sure?”

His words hit me with a storm of emotions, was I ready?, a sudden realization struck me, freezing me in place.

“I can’t do this,” I said, pulling a random shirt on my bed back over my head, my voice trembling.

Jj froze mid-movement, his shirt nowhere to be found and his jeans unbuttoned. “Did I do something wrong? What happened?” he asked, confusion and worry etched on his face.

Without answering, I turned away, grabbing my phone from the bedside table. The screen lit up with a string of missed calls and texts from Rafe, all filled with apologies. My heart sank. Shoving the phone into my pocket, I began hastily putting my clothes back on.

Jj, now attempting to get fully dressed, zipped up his fly and moved closer. “Can you at least tell me what I did wrong?” His voice cracked slightly, frustration creeping in.

“It’s not you,” I mumbled, fumbling with my jacket and slipping on my shoes.

“Not me?” he repeated, his tone sharp. “So, what? We almost fuck and then you just decide to dip?”

I hesitated, my hand gripping the doorframe. The words I was about to say felt like a dagger in my chest, but they needed to be said. “I’m sorry, Jj,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “But I think I’m in love with Rafe.”

His face fell, disbelief flashing in his eyes. “What?” he started, but I didn’t let him finish.

Before he could say anything more, I grabbed the keys to the Twinkie from the counter and bolted for the door.

“Wait—just stop for a second!” Jj called after me, but I didn’t turn around. My footsteps echoed in the hallway, and within moments, I was gone.

Jj stood there, alone in the silence, staring at the spot where I’d just been, his fists clenching at his sides.

Frustration bubbled up, but it wasn’t enough to deter me. My heart led the way as I decided to drive to the beach—the one where we’d had our first real conversation. It felt like the only place I might find some clarity.

The drive blurred past, my mind racing with what-ifs and unanswered questions. When I finally arrived, I parked the Twinkie and stepped out, the salty breeze hitting my face. Kicking off my shoes, I grabbed them in one hand and began walking across the warm sand.

I think to myself as I drive, If he isn’t here, it’s a sign. I’ll take it as a loss and let it go. 

The sun was dipping low, painting the sky with a mix of blue and black tones. I made my way toward the shoreline. My feet sank into the soft sand with each step, my heart pounding harder the closer I got.

Then, I saw him.

A tall, lean figure stood in the distance, facing the horizon. Even from afar, I recognized the way he carried himself—the sharp line of his shoulders, the effortless confidence in his stance. My breath hitched as realization hit me.

It was Rafe.

He hadn’t seen me yet, and for a moment, I froze, torn between relief and anxiety. But there he was, exactly where I hoped he’d be. 

I tapped his shoulder gently to get his attention and murmured, “Hey.” He turned at the sound of my voice, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. “Viv?” he said, his tone unsure but warm.

I stepped around him so we were face to face, my heart pounding. Before I could even find the words, he pulled me into a hug. His arms felt strong, and his voice was filled with regret. “Viv, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did.”

I hugged him back tightly, but after a moment, I pulled away just enough to look him in the eyes. “Rafe, I don’t care about that,” I said softly. Then, without hesitation, I leaned in and kissed him.

The moment our lips met, something shifted. It was different from my kiss with Jj—this felt real, raw, and everything I’d been craving. The kisses deepened, growing more passionate as the seconds stretched.

Rafe broke away briefly, his eyes meeting mine, filled with longing. Without a word, he tugged his shirt off hastily, the fabric flying to the side. His hands found the hem of my shirt, and he paused. “Can I?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

I nodded, my breath catching, and he pulled it over my head in one swift motion, his lips capturing mine again with even more intensity.

The heat between us built quickly. I tugged at his belt, fumbling slightly before he took over, unfastening it and dropping both his pants and boxers in one smooth motion. His hands slid to my waist, pulling my shorts down and leaving me as bare as he was.

Now, with nothing between us, the air felt electric, and all that mattered was the closeness we’d been denying for so long.

We lay down on the soft sand, his hands gently guiding me as if to ensure every movement felt right. His touch was deliberate, exploring every curve of my body, his fingers trailing over my skin with reverence. He pressed kisses along my neck, his lips warm and lingering.

Slowly, he worked his way down, his mouth brushing against my collarbone, then my stomach, tracing the delicate curve of my waist. His kisses grew more purposeful as he reached the soft space between my stomach and thighs, holding me gently by my legs as his lips explored the sensitive skin just above my vagina.

He paused, lifting his gaze to meet mine, his eyes asking the unspoken question: Are you sure? This time, I answered aloud, my voice steady despite the rush of emotions. “Yes.” This was what I wanted—what I had been longing for.

With a knowing look, he leaned in closer, his lips tracing the edges of my most sensitive places, teasing and gentle. A soft sound escaped me before I could stop it, and he chuckled quietly, the vibration adding to the heat building between us. He knew exactly how he was making me feel.

After a moment, Rafe shifted, climbing back on top of me. His voice was low and intimate as he asked, “Do you have a condom?”

I reached for the shorts lying beside us, pulling the small packet from the pocket and handing it to him, the anticipation palpable in the space between us.

Rafe ripped it open and put it on his aroused member. He looked down at me while hovering above, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch. Slowly, he inserted it and he let out a soft moan. He continued to move within me, each thrust deliberate and filled with a deep intensity, his rhythm unwavering as he stayed connected to me. Our breaths mingled, heavy and ragged, the heat of the moment overwhelming every sense. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through me, and I clung to him, feeling the connection deepen with every passing second.

As the intensity reached its peak, I felt him tense, his movements becoming erratic, and with a shared cry of release, we both gave in, succumbing to the overwhelming sensation that swept over us like a tidal wave. He came out of me and fixed himself up. He collapsed gently onto me, his weight comforting as we both caught our breath, the moment lingering in the warm air around us.

After a while, Rafe propped himself up on his elbows, brushing the damp hair from my face. “You okay?” he asked softly, his voice tender. I nodded, a small smile tugging at my lips as I basked in the afterglow. He gave me a passionate kiss. 

He pulled away briefly to retrieve our clothes, helping me back into mine with gentle hands. He pulls on his pants and looks at me.

“Let's go eat,” he said, his tone light but caring. 

After sharing the meal together, Rafe packed everything up and offered his hand. “Come on, let's go to my place. You can stay the night.”

He drove us back to his house, his hand resting on my thigh the entire ride, the gesture reassuring and grounding. When we arrived, he led me inside, offering me one of his oversized shirts to sleep in. As we settled onto his bed, he wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. His warmth and care lingered as sleep eventually claimed us both.

༄ ༄ ༄

When morning came, sunlight filtered through the windows, casting soft shadows across Rafe’s room. I woke in his arms, my head resting against his chest. His steady breathing matched the rhythm of my own, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt at peace.

It was then that I knew—I’d made the right choice.

With Rafe, it wasn’t just passion or fleeting chemistry. It was the way he made me feel seen, the way he pulled me back to myself when I felt lost at sea. Despite everything we’d been through—all the chaos, the mistakes, and the hurt—he was the one who understood me in a way no one else could.

As I quietly slipped out of bed and into the soft light of the morning, I felt the weight of my decision settle in my chest—not as a burden, but as a certainty. This was where I belonged.

Looking out the window at the calm sea in the distance, I thought of the journey that had brought me here. It hadn’t been perfect, and I had made my share of mistakes, but those choices had led me to this moment, to him.

And for the first time in a long time, I felt free.

The End.

[1stunseeliefaelass]

Faye soon had a decent fire going near the river by the time dusk came. The moon was full above her, one of the few things that could shine anymore these days. What with the stars being hidden by the polluted air and sky most nights. As she waited for the night to fall and for the gentlemen she invited to watch to arrive or not to, she danced to herself. Wanting her energies to be purified and as focused as possible. Once the purple dusk gave way to a black night with the moon at its brightest, she began. Wondering if Joshua and Daniel were nearby anywhere, she really did hope to give them some peace or closure with this. They had chosen to stand with her, to help her as she would them. It was the least she could offer them. The dance itself looked as though it was a fusion of various tribal dances of the region, other times it looked almost as if something was pulling Faye around on strings.

"I thought of you the other day,

how worlds of change led us astray.

Colors seem to fade to gray,

in the wake of yesterday.

You looked into my eyes,

you had me hyponitized,

and I can still remember you."

As Faye spun to the chorus lyrics, an apparition appeared before her. Her sister, Leslie, watching momentarily before dancing alongside her in a duet. Now it was clear why Faye was moving almost as if possessed at times.

"I had a dream of you and I,

a thousand stars lit up the sky.

I touched your hand and you were gone,

but memories of you live on."

Faye then flipped around to face her sister. The dance going from tribal looking, to more of a child's rendition of a waltz almost. Spinning together as she repeated the chorus again.

"You looked into my eyes,

you had me hypnotized,

and I can still remember you.

Those moments spent together,

promising forever,

and I can still remember you."

As the girls continued their duet dance with a moment of shared vocalizations, a few other apparitions began appearing for those present. Faye could sense them, but needed to focus for the time being. She hoped the spirits would be able to bring solace to their loved ones. Give them a reason to keep fighting, to hold on to what they have, to keep living to remember them so that they too live on.

"Do you ever think of me,

and get lost in the memory?

When you do I hope you smile,

and hold that memory a while.

You looked into my eyes,

you had me hypnotized,

and I can still remember you.

Those moments spent together,

promising forever,

and I can still remember you.

Still remember you."

Faye and Leslie then began to recite the final words to each other as Leslie and the others began to fade away. Going back and forth as each lyric faded out softly between them both.

"Still remember you."

"Still remember you."

"Still remember you."

"Still remember you."

With Leslie's last lyric, she faded at last with Faye whispering the words in echo with her sister. Hands outstretched up until Leslie was finally at rest again, leaving Faye to clutch her hands to her chest. Feeling more full than she had in a while since she'd began singing that song in memory of Leslie. This time however, it had given her just that little bit of extra strength to go through with the plans ahead. She glanced over to the other side of the river, bonfire to her back as she looked for whomever was watching her.

[crabknight]

The dread isle, the black fang, even Nergal all felt so distant now. Every memory of the wicked life he led seemed to be only a bad dream when he sat by a pleasant fire with people he now loved so dearly he could call them family. How odd, that only three months prior, he held a sword to Guy's throat.

"I-i-isn't that right, Uhai?" the boy laughed.

"Hm? Could you repeat that?" the man requested.

Guy had been recounting the tales of the fight against the Black Fang for the umpteenth time when the mere mention of them had made Uhai recall only the worst parts.

"I was just telling the others about how you saved my life!" he smiled.

In the late summer heat when Guy would not wear his high collared shirt, the long scar where Uhai nearly decapitated him was visible. A long, narrow line of discolored skin.

That day, Guy had lain silently in a recovery tent for hours while Priscilla took care of that wound and at least a dozen others Uhai had been the cause of. He never told that story.

Uhai glanced up at the sun, estimating it was right about noon. That was a fine enough excuse to leave. There was always something to do in a tribe as big as the Kutolah. Soon enough, he was out hunting with Rath.

"Do you think Guy is upset I tried to kill him?" Uhai asked.

"Recently?" Rath asked.

"No, on the dread isle."

Rath shook his head.

"Really?"

"He's forgiven you."

A distinct thud came from a nearby trap as an animal fell in. Uncovering the hole, they found that a great, fat boar had fallen victim to it. Uhai put it out of its misery before throwing the beast over his shoulder. The two of them returned to their horses at the edge of the wood, now with enough meat to last some days.

They rode in silence, following the smoke on the horizon until they found the bonfire where some were gathering for dinner. Uhai lay out the animals, receiving endless praise, though he cared little for it.

His eyes darted back and forth in search of Guy. All the same little children with their mothers and fathers sat about the fires as everyone prepared food.

"Where is your son?" he asked.

A woman, hardly forty, who had far too many grey hairs from worrying about the same son she was so very proud of, looked out into the plains that grew ever darker as the sun left the sky.

"He left to patrol the area, some bandits were following us," she answered before a look of terror painted her face, "Do you think he's okay?"

"Rath and I will search for him."

He did not even see her relief for he had already jumped on his horse, gesturing for Rath to follow. The laughter and talk of the campfire grew distant as the evening grew darker. Somewhere in that great field, Guy might be dead.

Anxieties growing ever worse, Uhai commanded his horse to gallop. All he could hear was his own breathing and the rthymic yet fast clop clop clop. His heart followed suit.

Out in the plains, far from the Kutolah camp, was a little fire. Around it sat only four men who all laughed. Off to the side was the fifth, unlucky enough to have to stand guard for their unconscious captive.

Uhai got off his horse before hiding in the grass. He did not hesitate for even a moment before stringing his bow and letting his arrow pierce the guard's chest. He only yelped before falling to the ground.

All the chatter and laughter around the fire ceased at once. The men rose, each of them puzzled and stunned by the unnatural, sudden death of their friend. They still had not seen Uhai amongst the grass, aiming another arrow at the man closest him.

It sprang from the string, but only hit the next bandit's leg. He keeled over and a friend came to help him while the last two searched frantically for their mysterious foe.

One met his eyes. Neither moved for some moments, before he charged at Uhai. Had he moved even half a second sooner, a sword would have impaled his torso. He pulled his sword from it's sheath.

Rath, a calmer man than Uhai could ever be, finally arrived. He wasted no time entering the fray. It did not take long for the bandits to surrender.

"Give us back our friend," Uhai growled.

No one could bear to protest after he had killed one of them and injured three more. They watched silently as he picked up the unconscious boy, carrying him back to his horse so they could return.

Uhai and Rath, for a change, did not ride in silence.

"You idiot! Why, oh WHY did you kill one of them!?" Rath's voice echoed throughout the great valley, "There were better ways to handle that! We did just fine without taking another life, and- and you promised Guy you wouldn't take another human life! If he means so much to you, why would you do something he hates so much!? He'll be pissed, Uhai!"

He had never heard Rath explode like that before. No one had, really. The man hardly ever got angry. An odd dread like no other welled up in Uhai's chest and all he wanted to do was hide in shame.

He looked down at the unconscious boy in his arms. Even Guy had taken lives before, but only out of necessity, for he knew the value of a life and that to take it was something one could not undo.

That was the strange thing about the Black Fang, they taught Uhai to disregard human lives. It seems he could not unlearn that which had become second nature to him. It did not take long for him to decide his next course of action.

Uhai returned Guy to his mother, wishing them goodnight before returning to his own little yurt. It was not a traditional Kutolah yurt and always looked out of place whenever they set up camp. Amongst his possessions were the little handful of things he had with him from his past and a cloak Guy and his mother had made together. They had called it a welcome gift.

Uhai left it on the grass. He packed up his things and departed from the Kutolah tribe before Guy could wake up.

I expected it and it's still so sad

Great job you wrote it very well, i liked the rath explosion

[rainydaystudios]

DSMP HEADCANONS BC IM MAKING A ONESHOT BOOK RLLY SOON!

Every version of Wilbur all loved making friendship/charm bracelets but Alive and Revivebur kept it a secret. Ghostbur openly revealed to everyone else that Alivebur did it and he does it too and everyone got shocked. They all know that Rev probably makes them too but it’s one collective secret they have.

In Ranboo’s memory book, if you read it you can see how the hand writing gets progressively worse.

Tubbo speaks fluent sign because of the festival he got blow up with fireworks and is now 2/3 of DEAF.

Techno loves painting. Like, a lot. A lot a lot.

Techno can speak Latin, Spanish AND Dutch. He doesn’t talk about or speak those languages because he doesn’t wanna look like a nerd. Except when he’s with Phil though.

Glatt probably cam back through Ghostbur at one point just to say LGBTQ rights because people called him transphobic when he was president.

Schlatt would eat paper when he was president, this was a problem because he kept eating important documents.

Bad, Skeppy, Puffy, Karl, Tubbo and Sam all have a betting pool on literally anything and everything on the DSMP, even if they aren’t getting along in that moment they all show up every Friday for bet night. Sometimes others join too.

Revivebur has secret tattoos. (Specifically butterfly on his neck, the words ‘this was a dare’ on his forearm, the autistic symbol on his ankle and the LManburg flag somewhere on his back.)

Tubbo used to love fireworks, but now he can’t watch them because of the festival.

In prison, Dream had an imaginary friend before Techno came because he go lonely.

Adding onto the Revivebur tattoo thing, both Rev and Alive know/knew how to give stick N poke tattoos and once Rev was, well, revived he got his hands on a tattoo gun.

When Alive died Tommy developed a drug addiction (I’m actually pretty sure this is canon too.)

George made a flower crown for XD and he loved it so much he never took it off.

Sam probably smells like gunpowder.

Schlatt was really fascinated by space, but never told anyone.

This is just a bit of a personal one, Schlatt wasn’t abusive to Quackity. More short tempered than anything.

Every version of Wilbur owns a lot of candles.

On top of the last one, Schlatt isn’t a pyromaniac to say, but really likes fire. One time Schlatt, Tubbo, Fundy and Quackity had a bonfire and Schlatt zoned out so hard just staring at the fire.

Techno loved Michael.

I’m just going to list it out bc I thought this bit deserved its own section:

[DSMP STIM HEADCANONS

Alivebur would pick at things like his own skin, his hair or basically anything he touched.

Techno plays with his hair a lot and he repeats little noises over and over, specifically behp.

Phil would shake a lot, not nervously but just because.

Tommy would get really bouncy, like bumping his legs up and down and jumping in place.

Dream would crack his neck a lot and pop his jaw.

George would constantly adjust his glasses and bite the sides of his fingers.

Sapnap would flick a lighter, even if he didn’t have one he’d just pretend like he did.

Bad would do the flappy hands at things he got excited at.

Quackity would pull it his hoodie strings or sleeves.

Schlatt would mess around with his non canonical rings that we all collectively agree he wears and would make goat noises, but only when he would be alone or with the cabinet. He would also always whistle.

Niki would hit her wrists together or just tap her hands on whatever she’s around. ]

DSMP STIM HEADCANONS OVER

[NOW ONLY SCHLATT HEADCANONS FOR A BIT BC I CAN

Schlatt could only wear zip up hoodies or button ups because anything else would get caught on his horns.

Schlatt would show up drunk to speeches and most times you could tell

He always smells like alcohol or cigarette smoke

He can dance really good. I will fight who ever disagrees with this one it’s my favorite.

Since he’s a ram, he can do anything rams do. Like eat paper from a previous one, but also look down and still see whats going on infront of him.

ok Schlatt section is done]

Karl loves flowers. Don’t ask why, it just fits.

Techno pierces ears really good. Because of this fact, he has a bunch of piercing, mostly on his ears but in other places too.

When Alive died and became Ghostbur, Tommy started selling drugs to honor his dead brother.

(My Wattpad is Rainy Day Studios so in case you wanna stick around for the upcoming oneshot book go follow)

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 38 - Wedding days. Episode 2.

---------Andy's point of view-----------

Andy: As the song was over, I reached my guitar to Sparkle, and Gizmo quickly grabbed the chair and moved it to a side. Nodding softly at Congo to take place next to me under the arch. Gaby's uncle Shandor took place as last time, performing the ceremony. It was beautiful, just as beautiful as last year, maybe even more as we were now standing in our garden, enjoying the view of our little town, the mountains and the sea below us. The sun was slowly sinking, painting the sky deeper pink by the minute. We were no longer hiding in the dark of night. I looked at Congo with happy tears in my eyes, and glad said my second I do to him. The tears in his eyes were accompanying mine as he repeated his own I do. It was the perfect fairytale. And just as the words 'you may now kiss each other' were heard in the garden, Congo grabbed me and leaned me backwards, kissing me true Hollywood style. I swear my heart skipped a beat, and I had to fight very hard not to cry/chuckle in his mouth. He made it the perfect memory. My husband. My romantic, lovely husband. After the ceremony it was time for some picture taking, and then dinner in the garden, under our big hanging willow tree. The tree we so often have been laying under, talking for hours. Today it had been decorated with strings of colored light bulbs in my favorite colors. And small tables with pretty white table cloths had been placed under it. Each table had a small tea light candle on, putting a dimmed romantic light on the white cloth. The music was flowing. Some were dancing, some were eating, all were having the time of their life. Even the shy Jenna and Thomas seemed to be having lots of fun. And Robert seemed to get along with everybody specially Clover and Gabriella. I guess he really needed some positive female interaction.

------Roberts point of view------

Robert: They all seemed like really nice people. I especially enjoyed the company of George, Andy's uncle and Evan's psychologist. He seemed like a really warm, and caring person, and he was able to shed a bit of light on my sons mental state. Ease my mind a bit. We had been talking a lot during the afternoon, and now as evening was falling and dinner was on the table, I decided to team up with Andy's dad, Leonard, George's younger brother, to go grab something to eat. Leonard was a bit younger than I, both mentally and of age. He seemed more modern. More into what the kids like, and quite a charmer. But in no way in a bad way. He seemed very much in love with his wife, Katherine. And she with him. It made me happy to see couples could still last. My wife had me doubting there for a bit. We sat down at a dinner table, where the peculiar young man named Gizmo was sitting, he had introduced himself earlier around noon, by walking up to me, shaking my hand as to where he had proclaimed 'Hi, my name is Gizmo, I like comic books. He seemed to be very odd, always quoting some sort of thing I never seemed to get the reference of. Soon the pretty girl from the bonfire the night before joined us, I think here name was Sparkle? Lovely girl, very bright.

Sparkle: Hi guys. Can I sit here? She pointed at a free chair between Leonard and I

Lenny: Sure thing sugar! He smiled warmly There's always space for you.

Sparkle: Giggled softly Thanks Lenny! She smiled friendly to me as she sat down is the food good?

Robert: Marvellous! I smiled back and nodded politely as a thank you for her interest

Gizmo: I always loved Congo and Clovers cooking! It's real solid food. Good old fashion food.

Lenny: Mmm he grunted satisfied and smiled warmly at all of us while chewing happily on his food

Gizmo: So Robert. How long do you plan to stick around?

Robert: I sighed softly Hm, I haven't planned yet. I moved my things next door earlier to give the boys some privacy. I'm buckled up at Evan's old room for now. I guess I have no real plans of leaving just yet, but none involving staying either. I guess I just take it one day at a time, and see what the days will bring?

Gizmo: He nodded contemplating as he sipped his red wine Mm I like that. Seems cool man.

Robert: So tell me Gizmo, do you like other things beside comic books?

Sparkle: She chuckled softly and sipped her wine He doesn't just like comic books, he's rather obsessed!

Gizmo: He shook his head softly First of all, obsessed is a pretty strong word. And as a matter of fact, I do like other things too. I like music, I actually play the guitar. Nothing like Andy of course, but I do alright. I'm better than your son actually, if I must say so. He chuckled amused at his obvious joke, though I'm sure there were some truth to it as well

Robert: I chuckled softly and sipped my wine

Gizmo: Uh.. I like video games, movies, books… I like reading a lot, not just comics, reading in general. I'm a full time student, or full life… I have been studying since I was a kid, and can never decide on just one major. So I have studied a bit of everything by now. Uhm… I like food… I like food a lot, cooking just isn't exactly my strong side… nature… I like camping… seafood… I like to do things with my hands, writing… larping…

Robert: Larping? I looked at him curiously

Gizmo: Uh yeah… live action role play…. larping. Where we dress up as our favorite characters, mainly from tv shows, but also sometimes movies… we go away for a weekend, creating the universe of the thing we are larping, and then we… we uh… play it out… alternative takes on the reality of the show or movie we have picked out. Uhm… I like astronomy a lot… science…religions..

Robert: Oh, so you're religious?

Gizmo: No. No I cannot say that Sir. I'm an Atheist.

Robert: So you don't believe in religions, but you read about them?

Gizmo: Yes Sir. That's probably why I don't believe in them.

Robert: I couldn't quite figure if he was being sarcastic with me or not. At least if he was it wasn't meant in a rude way.

Andy: You should be careful asking this one too many questions he stood behind Gizmo, gently squeezing his shoulders He tends to end up talking like a waterfall. He squeezed Gizmo's shoulders again and chuckled hoarse Sometimes I think you talk just to make sounds.

Gizmo: Pulled his shoulders Sometimes, I do.

Sparkle: Chuckled softly Aww come on Andy, he's just being adorkable.

Robert: Adorkable? I had no idea what the young people were talking about

Lenny: He chuckled warmly

Sparkle: Yes, adorkable. Adorable in a socially awkward or 'dorky' way.

Robert: Ahh, I see I chuckled softly. A lot of things seemed to fly over my head. But I liked them all. I was happy to see Evan having so many nice people in his life. So you tell me you like music, I'm a big lover of music too. What kind of music are you into?

Gizmo: The question is, Robert, what music am I not into? he chuckled cheekily

Everybody laughed

Gizmo: Uhm… I like Uh… most music really I guess, and most genres too, but mainly Phantom Planet, Rooney, The Killers, Jet, The Subways, uh, Avenged Sevenfold, Panic at the disco, Ryan Adams, not to be mistaken with Bryan Adams, uh… well, I guess I like him too, but not per say a 'fan'. Death cab for cutie, Stereophonics, The all American rejects, Dandy Warholes, Angels and airwaves I guess I'm mainly into indie music and geek rock. But I'm also into old school bands such as Sex Pistols, The Clash, Pink Floyd, Van Halen, Journey, Queen, Scorpions… uh… Whitesnake, The rolling stones, Rush, The cure, The Smiths, Kansas R.E.M and The police.

Robert: I nodded a bit overwhelmed, I knew less than half of those names Yes, I do think I know a few Rolling stones songs at least chuckled soft so what is your favorite song?

Gizmo: Ahh that one is easy Robert. Rooney - Shakin… Hang on! He got up quick and ran to the jukebox, fiddling with something, and then a song started: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8LhZ6k5VxLw

Sparkle: Squealed loudly and ran to him, and they quickly started dancing happily together

Robert: I chuckled warmly and observed them jumping around with a warm smile on my lips. Youth. Wonderful youth.

------Congo's point of view-------

Congo: The evening was going great, my heart was warmed by all the happiness and joy spreading around me. But someone was missing. My eyes searched the groups of people scattered all over the garden. Ahh, there he was. I grabbed my wine glass and made my way over the dewy grass. Squeezing his shoulder softly as I walked up next to him, and smiled at him warmly, speaking in a lowered warm voice. How's the hip?

Evan: He nodded lightly and sipped his drink Good. Better.

Congo: I nodded softly Good. What are you drinking?

Evan: He reached the glass to me, and I sniffed it

Congo: Mm.. Cognac?

Evan: Nodded and sipped his glass

Congo: I couldn't help but feel he was still more down than usual, so I nodded towards the jukebox How about a dance?

Evan: He frowned softly

Congo: Look, I don't mind you just keeping more to yourself. But I know Andy will worry. So if we just have one dance, he will feel better, and the others will also more likely not come running all the time bothering you I chuckled softly what do you say? I gestured towards the 'dancefloor' with a warm smile

Evan: He looked a bit contemplating around the garden Yeah… I guess you're right.

Congo: We joined the dancing in front of the jukebox, the music was upbeat and easy to dance to, and the colored moving lights above us and bubbles from the God awefull bubble machine Andy wanted, actually made the atmosphere even more cheerful than I had hoped for, which was only a plus. So we started dancing in front of each other, quickly getting into the rhythm. Andy had made the playlists, and it was mainly romantic songs in all kinds of genres. So I wasn't surprised when the music suddenly changed to that particular song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ua2k52n_Bvw We had only danced for about 20-30 seconds, so it was too fast to bail out, but I couldn't help but feel Evan getting nervous and looking for an escape route. I smiled at him softly I promise I wont bite.

Evan: Chuckled forcefully

Congo: I smiled warmly and stepped a little closer, planting one hand on his lower back, holding my other hand up in front of him. He hesitated a couple of seconds, then planted his palm against mine, slowly placing his other hand on my shoulder. And so we started slow dancing. He was a great dancer, no doubt. He knew how to place his feet without constantly looking at the ground. And he had a good flow through his whole body, not stiff in his hips as most men. I looked deep into his eyes, trying to figure what was going through his mind. If he was uncomfortable. But then he smiled softly, and something in his eyes told me he was okay with the dance. He moved a bit closer, so we were now chest to chest. I could feel his heart beat, it was steady, calm, and his cheeks seemed to gain a bit of color from the alcohol.

Kathrine: Let me put you out of your misery dear she planted a soft hand on Evan's shoulder

Evan: He quickly let go of my hand and stepped a few steps back

Katherine: He smiled warmly at me and took Evan's place

Congo: I tried looking behind her to get eyecontact with Evan, but he was already gone as I spun her around, so I decided to make the best out of it and smiled at her warmly, getting back into the rhythm of the song.

------Evan's point of view-------

Evan: I quickly disappeared in the crowd and around the house. Leaning my back against the wall, hiding in the shadows as I lit a cig and blew a big cloud of smoke towards the stars sparkling above us.

Daniel: He chuckled cheekily If I didn't know any better I would say it was you and Congo who just got married!

Evan: I shook my head and didn't bother to turn my head to look at his stupid grin

Daniel: Here… this might be better? He stuck a joint in front of my eyes and grinned wide

Evan: I sighed softly and grabbed it, handing him my cig, quickly puffing the joint

Daniel: So why are we hiding?

Evan: My voice was low and unimpressed WE are not hiding. I am.

Daniel: Okayyy… so why are YOU hiding?

Evan: I took a big drag of the joint and let the smoke flow out my nostrils as I spoke Too many people. Too many questions.

Daniel: Got it. He leaned against the wall next to me and dragged my cig silently. Well at least for 2 minutes, then he started again How's your hip?

Evan: I was getting slightly annoyed Fine.

Daniel: Still bruised?

Evan: Yes.

Daniel: Did the herbs work?

Evan: Yes I coughed slightly on the joint as I got flash back scenes in my head, a clouded haze of pictures of Andy, Congo and I in bed

Daniel: Hey, don't hog that one… share will you? he grabbed the joint before I could react and took a big drag So still bruised?

Evan: Yes, Daniel. I sighed deeply

Daniel: What are you thinking about?

Evan: I grunted softly Peace.

Daniel: Should I leave?

Evan: I glared at him a bit, then softened my expression as I felt kinda bad for the way I was treating him, he meant well after all No, just…. slow down with all the questions will you? And pass me the joint, you talk too much to smoke anyway!

Daniel: He chuckled cheekily and handed the joint to me.

Evan: I smiled at him softly and took a deep drag of the joint, starring at the sky. I could see the moon from here. It was half, but big, yellow.

Daniel: So what's going on between you and Congo?

Evan: I coughed for about a full minute as I suddenly seemed to get the smoke into the wrong set of lungs!

Daniel: He just kept grinning at me with an 'Oh I know' face

Evan: As I was finally done coughing my lungs out I started desperately searching the garden for an escape route, and sighed relieved as Gizmo suddenly came around the corner

Gizmo: Oh there you are! Sparkle is about to sing a song for the happy couple, so we need everyone to gather. He made a 'come with me' move with his hand and we both followed him to the middle of the lawn where there now also suddenly were a big bonfire. How long were we gone???

Sparkle: She smiled warmly at all of us, and picked up Andy's guitar. Thank you all for gathering. I didn't prepare any speech as this year was supposed to be more casual than last year. So instead I thought I could dedicate a song to the lovely couple. She chuckled shyly and started playing, and as people started noticing what the song was, everyone started chuckling along: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0RB0f8tay4

[hs-is-loml]

For you, Always. (c.f)

masterlist

Pairing: Conrad Fisher x Fem!Reader, Conklin!Reader (Steven's Twin)

Summary: Another summer at Cousins isn't what you expected it to turn out to be. You've spent every summer there with your family and the Fishers. You didn't expect some feelings to unravel and reveal themselves by the start of it. (Part Two)

Isn't the same without you (part one), Flashbacks of you (part three), Making you blush (part four)

Warnings: underage drinking, fluff, probably some grammar errors, a very small makeout scene... (tell me if i missed anything)

a/n: guys i went overboard today and finished this... i didn't realize how much i missed writing! hopefully, i find some more time this week to write other things this week :)

“You coming to the bonfire, Y/N?” Jeremiah asks popping his head into your room. 

He sees Conrad and you unpack your things into the drawers and closet. He was expecting you guys to be getting it down already but guess not.

“Yeah, for sure! Connie, you’re going right?”

“As long as you are,” he responds.

“Okay, cool. Y/N, it’s your first night back, so you get to drink however much you want. I’ll be dd today,” Jere says to you.

“Thanks, Jere,” you smile at him. Usually, when you guys go to parties you end up being the designated driver since you weren’t the biggest fan of drinking.

“Don’t forget the keys,” Conrad reminds Jeremiah, throwing them to him. Jere catches the keys and heads out of the room.

“You’re just jealous because Jere has a better body than you,” Belly retorts. You snickered after hearing her say that going in to give her a handshake. 

“Uh, no, actually it’s all about the lean look now,” Steven replies. You struggled to keep in a laugh.

“What’s the lean look for, Steven?” you question him.

“Matter of fact tailored suits,”

“Tailored suits,” Conrad repeats. You look at him silently letting out the laugh you tried keeping in and he smiles back at you. 

“When are you leaving for training camp, man?” Steven adds moving on from the previous topic. 

You looked back to Conrad already knowing he had quit after finding out what happened with his mom and dad. You found out when he had called you asking for advice. Conrad only ever really did football to please his dad. You were glad, that he was making a decision for himself for once. Looking away from him you see Jeremiah debating on saying something, so you decided to break the ice.

“Um, he quit,” you muttered hoping Steven would get the hint to shut up already. But he never does.

“Man, I’d kill to play college ball,” he claims.

“He can always change his mind,” Susannah says.

“I’m not gonna change my mind. I was just gonna sit on the bench all season anyway,” Conrad adds. You took his hand in yours giving it a squeeze. He looks to you appreciatively. 

 “Well, if you’re not playing football anymore, what are you gonna do all summer?” Laurel asks Conrad. 

“Oh, dude, you can work at the club. Yeah, with me and Jere,” Steven says.

“Yeah,” Jeremiah adds.

“I’m not gonna work at the club,” Conrad responds.

“How about the marina?” you told him.

“I don’t know, I don’t think I could do much there.”

“Wait, you guys are working this summer?” Belly questions.

“Yeah, I’m lifeguarding, and Steven’s working at the snack shop,” Jere answers, fist-bumping with Steven.

“Oh, Y/N and Belly, I almost forgot. I have a surprise for you two,” Susannah claims while handing Belly and you white envelopes. 

“Wh-wh-what is that?’ Steven asks looking over to you and Belly.

“I wrangled Belly and Y/n an invitation to be debutantes! Y/N is a year or two late to join but I pulled some strings and if she wants to do it she can,” Susannah says, smiling to both you and Belly. 

“White dresses and curtsys, right?” you ask.

“I cannot believe you are still holding on to this archaic dream,” your mom says to Susannah.

“It’s when a girl comes of age and is presented to society. I-I know it sounds silly, but I swear it’s fun,” she answers warmly.

“Don’t they do a charity thing too?” you said while remembering your friend Nicole do it last year with her escort. (side-note: Nicole and Conrad aren’t a thing in this at all)

“Yeah! You know, it’s kinda a bat mitzvah,”

“There is nothing religious about a debutante ball,” Laurel claims.

You stared at the letter while Susannah and your mom talked. There was really no debate on whether or not you would do this. You had nothing else planned for the entire summer, and it would be nice to meet new people in Cousins. Maybe you could convince either Conrad or someone else to take you.

“The whole deb scene is bullshit… It’s for sheep.”

“I’ll do it,” you say at the same time as Conrad makes his little statement, slightly glaring at him before looking back to Susannah.

“And, I’ll think about it.” Belly adds. 

“Think about it like this, we can have some sister bonding time without these heathens following us around,” you say to her grabbing her hand across the table.

“Hey!” Steven sneered to me.

“Oh, shut up as if we don’t spend enough time together,” you scoff jokingly. 

Being twins with Steven automatically made you two closer and spend more time together. You tried your best to include Belly into the things, but you were usually outnumbered by the rest of them. 

“Yeah, that would be great,” she responds, smiling back at you. 

“We got one already, and she says she’ll think about it,” Susannah says happily.

You wanted to do this for Susannah. She’s done so much for you in the past, and she had to work to get you an invitation. You would feel bad if you told her no. Not that you wanted to though. 

“Why are you deciding on doing this deb shit?” Conrads questions looking at you take a puff from the shared joint. After dinner, everyone kinda split ways with you and Conrad ending up at the poolside smoking a joint together with your feet dangling to feel the water. 

“I mean I’m not doing anything else this summer, so why not?” you reply while blowing out the smoke.

“Don’t let my mom force you into doing this just because she doesn’t have a daughter.”

“But I really don’t mind, I love your mom. She’s the best,” you smile at him.

“Ok, so where are you even gonna find an escort?” he stares at you. Hoping you didn’t already have someone in mind.

“I was actually hoping you would, but I get it if you don’t want to considering you’re against all this ‘deb shit’ as you called it,” you told him.  

“No, of course, I’ll do it for you,” he says.

Conrad Fisher could never say no to you. It was some power you had over him even if you didn’t know it. Conrad knew in his mind that he would do anything you wanted if you asked him to. He was glad that he could be your escort. He wouldn’t want anyone else doing it with you. Afraid that you would push him aside if you had someone to spend all your rehearsal time with. It was a win-win in Conrad’s mind since he would be able to spend more time with you.

“Really?” 

“For you? Always,” he says while grabbing your hand to pull you up when he hears Jeremiah call you two from afar.

Once you’re on your feet, you lean forward slightly to give him a kiss on the cheek as a type of appreciation. He grabs your waist to pull you into a hug hoping you wouldn’t notice the flushed color on his cheeks.

“Thank you, Con,” you muttered leaning into his chest feeling him press a kiss on the top of your head.

There wasn’t really much to the bonfire. Once you guys got there Steven and Jeremiah already had their eyes set on someone and left Conrad and you alone. Which neither of you really mind. You both had a beer in your hand. With Conrad’s arm draped over your shoulder, and yours around his waist walking along the beach. Both of you kept more contact with each other than anybody else, but there were still some things you could catch up with. Speaking whatever was on your mind really. Or just enjoying each other’s presence in comfortable silence. 

You were talking to Conrad about applying to Yale to study dermatology. Then all of a sudden you see Belly fall down to the sand with Steven standing close to her. You grab Conrad’s hand and rushed over to Belly to make sure she wasn’t actually hurt. 

“Steven, what the hell is your problem?” you scolded him.

“She’s not suppose to be here.”

“What so you push her down, thinking that fixing everything?” you say while helping Belly up. 

“She’s fifteen! Who just had a grown ass man trying to flirt with her,” he scoffs.

“Oh, fuck you, Steven,” Belly says while brushing sand off her dress. 

“I’ll take Belly off your hands, Y/N,” you hear Jere say to you pulling Belly into him and walking off to get her a drink.

“Y/N, come on let’s get a beer,” Conrad says to you. 

“Okay.”

“Y/N, GET CONRAD TO THE CAR!” Jere yells at you throwing the car keys.

You take a drunk Conrad with you heading towards the car letting him go in first then sliding into the seat next to him in the back. Jeremiah and Belly get to the car and right as Jere starts he pulls the break.

“SHIT, Steven. Y/N, you’re in charge,” he says to you as you nod in response.

Conrad leans his head on yours, almost like he’s smelling your hair.

“Your hair smells really good,” he says drunkenly. Belly snickers in the passenger seat trying to keep quiet.

“Thanks, hun,” you smile at him. You feel him kiss the top of your head before moving down to kiss your neck.

“Just smell so good.”

“Okay, Con, that’s enough,” you say feeling bad for Belly who has to witness the interaction. As you’re pushing Conrad’s face away from your neck, you hear a knock on the window. 

“Have you kids been drinking?” the officer asks.

After the scolding you all get from your mother, you pull Conrad’s hand to the kitchen to get him some water, sitting him down on a chair. As you get a glass and start filling it with water, you see Conrad stand up and walk over to his mom on the couch. You make your way to him as he places a blanket on top of Susannah, tucking it in. 

“Here.” 

“Thank you.”

“I’m not really tired. You wanna head down to the beach?” you ask him.

“Yeah, sure.”

You take a blanket with you, a couple drinks, and hid a joint in your purse. Conrad fixes the blanket on the sand and glances toward you digging through your purse.

“What are you looking for?”

“This,” as you hold up a joint and a lighter. 

“Always something up your sleeve, huh?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well, that was a shit show,” Conrad recalls the previous hours of the night.

“Could’ve been worse. At least no one got into a fight.”

“That’s true.”

“Connie, you sure you don’t mind being my escort to the ball?”

“Of course, I don’t mind. It means we can spend some more time together.”

“You can still back out though. I don’t want you to feel forced to do it just because it’s me.’

“Y/N, I’m serious, I don’t mind. I rather it be me taking you than some rando.”

“What do you mean by that?” you ask looking at him while he lights the joint.

“Just that I rather not see you with some guy all over each other for it.”

“Con, you know, you’ll always be my favorite boy,” you say turning to him to touch his cheek. His hand raises to yours, keep it there, while he leans into your touch.

“And, you’re my favorite girl,” he replies kissing the palm of your hand. 

It was times like these you wanted time to stop and make these moments last longer before facing reality again. Maybe this time it’ll be different.

Conrad stares into your eyes as you let your hand fall. He glances down at your lips before reconnecting your eye contact.

“You’ve always been so beautiful,” he murmurs to you softly, smirking as a blush color goes over your cheeks. This time taking your cheek into his hand leaning forward. 

“Conrad.”

“What?”

“You’re drunk.”

“You really think a few drinks can do that? Babe, I’m perfectly fine.”

“Then why are you doing this?”

“Because I love you.”

“I love you too,” you say, nodding your head in reassurance as he pushes his lips to yours. 

Taking your face into his hands as you move yours towards his hair. You tug on his hair slightly as the kiss becomes deeper. He stiffs a groan against your lips and moves his hands to your waist, grasping your sides. You let out a gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. You kiss each other a little longer before having to pull apart for air. As you lean your foreheads together, taking in some air to your lungs.

“They were right, you know,” he tells you.

“Right about what, exactly?”

“Us.”

“What about us?” you question him. Not exactly sure how this will play out.

“That I’ll love you till forever falls apart.”

“Do you mean it?”

“I’ll be yours if you’ll have me.”

“I've always wanted you,” you whisper to him pulling him back into a kiss. 

[raichett]

Watcher

More Watcher-themed flash fic, lol. Warnings for some eldritch imagery and implied standard unhappy Watcher backstory for Grian, but nothing graphic.

This flash fic can also be found on AO3 here.

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WATCHER

“It’s kinda funny that you don’t remember,” Scar tells Grian, baiting his interest, exactly one week to the day after their return. “Seeing as you are way more experienced with this whole thing than me.”

Grian blinks, then tilts his head, confused. His hands lift away from the shulker box he was about to pick up. In his other vision, Scar can see a few of Grian’s other eyes start to rove around, seeking the answer to the question Grian poses next. “Remember what?”

Void. He’s so – clueless. Oblivious. Scar shudders a little; he knows that he barely knows Grian’s true power, but all his new-fangled instincts, ruffled by the recent lack of recognition, are insisting upon shivering submission to a more powerful Watcher. To think that such could happen to someone whose might he has seen but a candle flame of, compared to the bonfire it truly is…

“You really don’t have any idea, do you?” Scar remarks, knowing the answer already. He presses his eyes tightly closed against his skin, folding his array of wings against his soul. Grian would see, if he knew to look, but right now him not knowing to suspect is what’s gotten Scar this far.

But even a week is too long, to not enlighten his soulmate. To be - alone. Abandoned, unknowingly or not. 

Grian’s withering side-eye is more frightful now that Scar can perceive its many layers beneath his cute little flesh puppet. “Scar, c’mon, tell me,” Grian says, making his voice the nosy but kind whine of a good friend. “Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me – ”

Scar opens two of his new eyes, one either side of him, hovering above his shoulders. Grian snaps into silence, staring, suddenly-dozens of slit pupils contracting in fear. A multitude of wings rustle, swinging out in preparation on another plane. For fight? For flight? Scar is not yet good enough at Watcher body language to gauge it.

“Scar…?” Grian breathes out, horrified. He stumbles forward, his body jerking on its strings, far from the smooth manipulation Scar’s seen many a time, even if he hadn’t known the performance then for what it was.

“I’m this way because of you,” Scar says, not accusatory, exactly, but firmly still, making sure that there is no mistaking the origin of his change. Grian looks sick anyway, and Scar’s heart – no longer needed as it once was, but it’s still his – softens, as it always does, for him. “You didn’t do this intentionally,” he adds, trying to balm whatever wound he just sliced. “But it still happened.”

“I don’t – ” Grian swallows, sucks in a breath, and then a few of his great wings shuffle and extend, coming to curl loosely around Scar’s sides. Comforting, caring, protecting, his new instincts cry, some hard and cold shard of ice inside of him warming and dislodging at the show of – friendship, companionship, solidarity, some strange feeling that Scar thinks to name as flock. “What – what happened?”

Instinctually, Scar’s own wings unfurl, small and downy and clearly immature, but still spreading upwards to brush his feathers against Grian’s, responding positively to his soulmate’s gesture. “You don’t remember,” he repeats. “They made you not remember.”

You don’t remember doing this for me before. How many nights we spent in the nest inside the Red Velvet Keep, your wings curled around me.

“Who?” Grian snarls, wings flexing, more eyes open than he ever has here in Hermitcraft searching now with newfound rage.

“The Watchers,” Scar answers, quietly. “We were – void, we were taken, set up in a little enclosed world of theirs, and made to play one of their games.”

Grian clearly expects something close to this answer, because he doesn’t seem surprised. His face twists. “Scar…” He’s in front of Scar now, and his hands are on Scar’s shoulders, tugging him closer. An embrace. Scar flings his arms around Grian and returns it wholeheartedly.

You taught me how to open my eyes and then how to shut them, how to prevent it all from being just too much.

“We were bound together,” Scar explains into Grian’s hair. “Soulmates. We shared pain, healing, hunger. We started to take on… traits of each other. Yours were just – a little more potent than most.”

You told me the truth of what you are, when our hearts and souls were so intertwined that we were bleeding together at the edges.

“I’m sorry,” Grian mumbles into Scar’s neck. “I’m so, so sorry this – that this happened. Void, and they took my memories? Must’ve been Greater Watchers, more than one, to do so to me…”

“I know,” Scar says. “You told me.” He tries not to sound wobbly, but – this is his soulmate, this is a member of his flock. And it’s nothing but fact that a fledgling, created a Watcher or transformed so, needs their flock around them.

Grian’s hands fist into Scar’s clothes at the reminder. He lets out a low croon and Scar’s answering chirp – escaped from his throat before he can reel it back in – settles the matter.

“We’re flock,” Grian says, factually, a little surprised. “I – took you in as flock.” Suddenly self-conscious, he hastily says, “Of course I did, I wouldn’t have left you, I just – ”

“Haven’t had a flock in a while,” Scar finishes. Grian had escaped his last one more than he had left it, but Scar knows only the barest of bones of that story. At the time, there had been far more pressing concerns, and Grian’s honesty still too new to share overmuch.

Grian nods. “Yeah… yeah.” He straightens up, leaning back, stares Scar right in the eyes. “C’mon,” he says, “let’s go back to my base. I’ve got a nest to expand.”

Scar beams, delighted, and so, so relieved. “Thank you,” he says. “Um, I mean, I didn’t want to presume, but – ”

Grian looks at him, his gaze heavy. “You need to nest with flock,” he says, something that Scar knows Grian had far less of a good time with than he has had with Grian. “And besides, your story isn’t over yet.”

“True, true,” Scar says, faltering. “Um. It’s not a happy one.”

“Ones involving Watchers rarely are,” Grian says, angry and sad and reaching for Scar’s hand. “In… in your own time, then. I’m here for you. I promise. I’ll teach you as best I can.”

“I know,” Scar whispers. “I know.”

After all, you taught me our most important skill, no matter how much you despise it, how much you hated conducting the lessons:

You taught me how to watch.

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

Must be this tall to Hunt| Boba Fett (tcw age so like 13/14)

Couldnt find a good teen boba gif, so heres bosk instead

Warnings: fake blame,

Reader: female

"You are expelled from the order-"

"What!?" Y/n shouted looking up at the council, "I did nothing! Master Plo! Reason with them!"

"I am sorry little one, I-"

Y/n was heart broken, looking up at the surrounding Jedi, this couldn't be true.

"Master Obi-Wan!" Y/n pleaded.

"Your attachments grow," Windu spoke, "and with them your anger."

"My anger?! My anger?!" Y/n shouted at him.

"Little one please." Plo pleaded, "I have brought a witness."

"You!?" Y/n argued, "Master I demand an answer! Why! Why would you- You out of all People!-"

She watched Anakin walk in guilt ridden on his face, "You!? Anakin! You!?"

He kept quiet as Fives walked in, her world stopping.

"Y-Your lieing!" She shouted, "Fives?! Not you! I trust you and you do this!?"

"Arc Trooper Fives." Windu spoke, " what have you seen Padawan Y/n do?"

Fives looked at her, "I. Saw Genral Y/n with a clone trooper,"

"Im with troopers everyday!" Y/n defended.

"What was Padawan Y/n doing with this clone trooper."

"...intercourse sir." Fives responded.

"Thats Obsurded Fives! And you know it!" Y/n argued, "You're my brothers- Why in gods name would I fuck any of you!"

"Y/n! That is enough!" Plo argued.

"You believe this crap!? You're suppose to have MY back!" Y/n demanded, "I'd have your back no matter what! And you turn on me!"

"Are there any other witnesses?" Fisto spoke.

"Yes." Windu spoke, "bring them in."

Y/n watched, her brothers, the wolf pack, Commandos and even some from the Corosaunt Gaurd walk in, and they strung there string of lies and they strung them high and low, entagled the lies beyond untanglement.

"Padawan L/n is to be expelled from the Order and that is our final verdict."

The platform she was on went downward, the clone troopers who had made there testimonies were gathered at the bottom, a path for her to go through.

"Y/n-" Wolfee spoke reaching out a hand.

"Don't you dare touch me!" She shouted in anger pushing past the clones.

"It had to be done." Commander Thron spoke quietly.

The others nodded.

"Damn it!" Fives shouted running out the room and rushing down the halls, after the light echoing of Y/n's angered footsteps.

She pushed the doors open and just walking out them she stopped, hearing Five's steps behind her.

"General. It had to be done-"

"What!? The lies! The string of lies you built! Why!? Why would you do this to me?!" Y/n argued looking back at the clone.

"We wanted to protect you-"

"Bullshit Fives! Bullshit! I love all of you! All of you!" Y/n shouted, screaming so loud it was sure to be heard all the way down to the lower level.

"Y/n listen!-' he grabbed her shoulders trying to plead with her but she pushed him away ingiting one side of her double sided saber as Fives quickly backed up.

"Touch me again and I'll kill you." She spoke.

"I don't even deserve death. I know- I-" Fives tried to explained, "We wanted to protect you-"

"Then you should of had my back!"

The bright blade turned off and she turned around leaving without a second thought.

"Hey! Wake up!" Boba argued.

Y/n turned her self around as she opened her eyes, "what do you want Fett."

"Rations idiot." He spoke as Y/n sat up, the girl only a year older than Bobba.

She was thrown a rations bar by the boy as they were in a hotel room, she had been sleeping on the couch.

"How much longer we waitin?" She asked taking a crunch out of the bar.

"An hour, I told you that the how much longer last time you woke up." He argued looking through the window.

Y/n kept quiet as she ate her food, it bland and bleak in both tast and color.

Bobba took an arm chair by the window as he ate his own rations. It was silent for a long mintue.

"Did. You have that nightmare again?" He asked.

Y/n looked over at him, "when do I not?"

Boba ate a peice of his own ration bar, he never knew what the nightmare was about, but knew it was the same one, on repeat.

He had the same.

"You, uh. Wanna talk about it?"

She looked his way, then looked away quickly, only able to see the faces of her brothers.

"No." She replied coldy tossing the barely eaten ration bar on the table, her appetite gone, "I'm gonna go scope the roof, don't wait up for me."

She walked towards the door, grabbing the sniper on the way out.

"I'll come with you. Incase someone tries to get you from behind."

"I don't need someone to have my back." Y/n argued.

"Well then Im coming because I want to!"

He pushed past Y/n as she scoffed, following him close behind as they walked towards the steps, somewhere along the way Y/n hacked into a vending Machine, Boba going up the stairs himself, stealing whatever she pleased putting it in her sling bag, enough for her only.

"Sharing is what?" Y/n questioned Woflee

"An opportunity for someoen to get there arm chopped off, it's my food." Wolfee told her.

Y/n sighed, how she hated her own little life lessons to her brothers, and stole more food, enough for both Boba and her, and a little extra.

Walking up the rest of the steps she made it to the door she kicked open with the bottom of her foot.

"Could you try and be quiet?" He seethed.

"I mean. I could. But no." Y/n responded walking towards the edge where Boba sat on a near by utiliy unit.

She sat down setting her back infront of her as she laid herself on her side her back to Boba the lights of the bright city below barely reaching the top of the tall hotel they sat on.

"You want one?"

Boba looked over seeing Y/n holding up a soda.

"Where did you get that?"

"Stole it."

Rolling his eyes he walked over to her snatching the bottle and sitting himself by her head.

"Hey hey. Fives calm your tits." Y/n laughed.

Boba stayed silent as he looked at her, she too busy looking out and onward, but feeling the stare she looked besides her.

"Oh." Y/n realized, "My bad Fett."

Boba stayed silent, as Y/n took a drink of her own soda, he had realized she had become more sympathetic with her apology.

"You wanna talk about it now?" Boba questioned.

Y/n sighed, answering in silence for a mintue, "My only family betrayed me. Strung a String of lies to supposedly keep me safe. I think about it all the time. We use to find these abaonded places and sit up on the roofs like this, we'd sing, start a bonfire, get drunk."

"Your as old as me." Fett argued.

Y/n shrugged, "war does that, you only live once Fett."

"Then why are you still worrying about it?" Boba defended.

"Why do you still worry about the things you worry about?" Y/n questioned, "but I was kicked out of my group, my name stripped of me, and instead of having my back, they had me cast out. Happy Now?"

It was silent again, the hearing of honking and swearving down below could be heard.

"I lost my dad to the Jedi."

Y/n stopped mid way lifting her drink to her lips but then contuined to drink then pull away.

"They tend to do that..." Y/n responded, "they expect you to follow every rule every word, there no better than the sith."

"You know alot of jedi and sith."

Y/n looked at him once, "It was when you father died did I stop really believing in the Jedi-"

"You knew my father?! You're a jedi-"

"Shut your trap and listen before you get rowdy you damn idiot!' Y/n argued Boba gritting his teeth, "I met Jango Fett when I went on a small assignment, my first one, with Master Shakk Ti- it was basically playing paper boy. I remember delivering work to your father...alot of people were mean to me, he. He never was, always said thank you, always asked me if I had eaten. He even watched me leave on the ship back to Master Plo Koon. So when I went througy reports and found him dead I was in shock, later to find out a Jedi did it. I started to loose faith. Why kill a man lookin out for him and his child, sure capture him- but taking family...I know how that feels and no one should go through it."

Y/n took a drink finishing her bottle and tossing it over edge, "so. I fought. And I fought and I fought. If i couldnt save Jango, I'd save what was left of him- the clones- my brothers. They share the same face but are diffrent than any could imagine. I spoke, I wrote, I pleaded, I trainned. It never was enough, and it was my 'emotion' that got the better of me. Pssh. Yeah right the Jedi can piss off because if they want to see emotion? I'll give it to them."

Boba listened, he had nevee seen Y/n before hand, maybe he had and just didnt remember, he never knew someone could share his pain. Neverless with the same person.

"Windu will pay." Boba seethed, "and your a jedi! You can help me."

"I will go head to head to him, I don't plant bombs." Y/n defended.

"We can take him! Two on one!" Boba tried to persuade, "you know his fighting style! I know guns! You know sabers! We take his head and anyone else that stands in our way!"

Y/n looked at him dully.

"Come on! How many bounty hunters have you single handedly taken on! And killed! How many sith have you injured! Jedi that chase after us! Without your laser swords! We can kill him! Together!" Boba explained standing up, Y/n move to sit up, "We're the left behind! We are the strongest! Because we were left behind! We round up a few others! Bane! Sing! Bosk! And there's always someone paying for a Jedi's head!"

Y/n stood up grabbing hee sniper rifle as she did and looked at her watch.

"It can be a sniper shot! A saber battle! Whatever you want! As long as he die and Im involed I don't care how!" Bobba argued.

Y/n looked down below aiming her sniper adjusting the scope.

"My father would do the same for you-"

He was cut off by a bullet shot and soon the sounds of crying folks who see a man just drop dead on the street, the target they had been waiting for dead. She pulled away from her weapon slowly, turning her head towards him.

"I'll do it.-" Y/n agreed

"No." Boba spoke, "We'll do it. Together. For everything the jedi took from us!"

Y/n looked at the outreached hand as she took it.

"Together."

"As One Unit."

"As One Unit." Y/n responded, "well one and a half"

"Im not that short." Boba argued.

"Shorter than me." Y/n chuckled.

[multxfacies]

Maya blinked at the kiss to her cheek, her pulse kicking up a notch despite herself. She hadn’t expected Freddie to make it feel so... effortless. Her lips twitched into a small smile, though the hint of nerves lingered in her eyes, and at the mention of the bonfire, she hesitated briefly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “A party?” she repeated, her voice light, trying to match his casual demeanor even as her stomach did a small flip. “Yeah, sure. Why not? Could be fun.” She flashed him a slightly wry grin. “I mean, distraction starts tonight, right? Might as well go all in.” She shifted her weight, crossing her arms casually. “Just promise you won’t ditch me with your friends and leave me stranded on the beach. No strings doesn’t mean no backup,” she teased. Her gaze softened a bit as she added, “But yeah... I’m in.”

Freddie nodded slightly when she confirmed she was serious. It was easier to play it off on his end, act like what she was proposing wasn't something he'd secretly been thinking about himself. No, letting her know that would be a mistake and invite potential disaster. His smirk widened some when she added that they were both adults, and he held onto her words that it didn't have to mean anything. He needed to remind himself that she didn't want this to mean anything, and he needed it to not mean anything. Sure, Freddie sometimes wanted relationships, but actually going through with cultivating them, being a supportive, decent, and loyal boyfriend; those weren't things he felt he could really follow through with, and he knew they were things Maya deserved in the long run. So, if this was how he could have her, he'd certainly take what he could get with no complaints. As he listened he found himself nodding once again, before his head shook quickly at her last words. "It ain't weird, I was just making sure you weren't taking me for a ride." he explained, his smirk returning as he leaned down to press a quick kiss to her cheek. "I think it's a good idea, you and me, no strings. I'm happy to provide your distraction." he allowed. "Wanna start with a party?" he asked, raising a brow. "Me and some of the guys were gonna throw a bonfire on the beach tonight."

[twopoppies]

Hi Gina :) this isn't really anything having to do with all the pics going on recently, I just wanted to pop in and ask if (besides the obvious one being your tumblr header) you have any favorite quotes that come to mind from any of the larry fics you've read? I've started making a list of some that I find beautiful whenever I read a new one and wondered if you might have some too! You're an incredible writer so I thought you might have an eye for them :)

You know, there used to be a blog dedicated to that, but I can’t remember the url anymore and I think they’re gone anyway, but yeah... I do have some that I love. I used to be much better about saving them... so these are old, but it’s still some gorgeous writing IMO.

“You look like flowers,” Louis whispers softly. “A meadow. Somewhere warm and colorful and all my own, where I go to be all by myself. And you look like my favorite book with the tea-stained pages, all the highlighted parts that speak to me in ways other books just don’t. You look like a bonfire, the brightest thing around, so bright I can’t look at anything else. And you look like silk, and softness, and happiness. That’s what you look like.” - Hiding Place by alivingfire

“Except I wouldn’t want to keep you, would I?” Louis’ smile instantly dips a little, finger withdrawing, but Harry clasps his wrist, holding it to his chest. “I wouldn’t want to keep you, because I’d make you want to stay.” - A Red-Dusted Planet by onewasturning

Louis slips their fingers together, slotting between the gaps and curling around his like a possum’s tail around a branch. - A Red-Dusted Planet

Louis is looking up at him, and his eyes are as bright as the moon and the projector light flickering through the window, and it’s like Harry has caught starlight in his hands, something like a wish, a hope, shot straight through the night and burning into the fate lines of his palms. - A Red-Dusted Planet

He smiles down at him, all rosy-appled cheeks, and he’s so beautiful, Harry thinks he must have been magicked from the sky itself. Thinks he can still see remnants of the storm spinning in his eyes. - These Roads We Stumble Down by onewasturning

It makes all the sense in the bloody world and the realization cracks over Louis’ head like an egg, dripping down his neck and trailing down to his toes. - The Actor by mizzwilde

"If you were nobody, and had nothing, and were going nowhere at all, I'd go nowhere with you and make it somewhere. And yeah, I'd still want you. Fuck," he laughs, rough into Louis’ mouth. "'Course I'd still want you. You're like, you're like everything. You make me feel everything." - Little Technicolor Things by scarycrow

Instead, he wonders if it’s possible at all to miss something he’s never had. If the tall boy with his long fingers brushing against the turn of Louis’ ankle was supposed to have been in Louis’ life ages ago but the author forgot to write him in when he had meant to, if maybe that’s why Louis is falling into him so quickly, because he’s trying to make up for lost time, trying to catch up. If maybe that’s why Louis’ life has been so off lately. - Little Technicolor Things 

He imagines a world where it’s possible to drag someone back in time, one where time is a two-way street and he can grab Harry’s hand and pull him along until they’re stumbling breathless into the past, into the empty days Louis spent alone and filling those days with Harry—with morning breakfasts and paintings and summer-sun smiles, with cheeks dimpled in laughter. - Little Technicolor Things

“Nothing, just,” Harry starts. He laughs a little, and Louis looks up at him solely because he doesn’t want to miss the way his eyes crinkle when he does. He looks like he’s about to say something else, but then he just shakes his head again and dips to plant a light kiss on Louis’ cheek. “Nothing,” he repeats, and Louis wonders what nothing really means. - Little Technicolor Things

He learns quite a few things about Harry, really, but the one that stands out to him the most is this: Harry is soft. He isn’t soft in a bad way, in the way people these days throw the word around and use it to mean weak and frail and scared. He’s soft like spider webs are soft, like cashmere is soft and the music you fall asleep to is soft. He’s soft when he reaches out slowly across the carpet and touches two fingers to Louis’ wrist without looking at him, soft when he hums along to the songs on the playlist Louis made, soft when he licks his finger and waggles his eyebrows and turns the page of a book, carefully, carefully carefully. Softly, softly, softly. And because he’s soft, he’s brave. Or at least that’s what Louis sees when he looks at him, when he hears him talk about how scared he was moving to London, how angry he was when his dad left, how terrifying the idea of living on his own instead of in a dorm with other university students was. - Little Technicolor Things

Harry does, but not before grinning wide and easy, his arms moving to bracket Louis’ body against the dresser, and Louis melts into him like the winter melts into the spring. His mouth is warm and velvet-y, tongue heavy in Louis’ mouth. The kiss doesn’t feel forgettable right now, but Louis kind of hopes that it is. He hopes that their future is filled with so many kisses that this one is nothing more than one out of a thousand, each one better than the last, that Louis kisses Harry and Harry kisses Louis so many times that the only time he’ll ever remember this kiss is in the middle of some winter night, when he dreams about it and wakes up in the dark, before curling into the curly-haired boy lying next to him and dreaming about the next kiss. - Little Technicolor Things

He thinks that’s kissing Harry is like turning a dial: where everything is cold, now there’s only warmth; where everything was dark, now there’s only light; where everything was bleak, now there’s life, blooming like the blossoms on Cherry trees, blushing pink and white with awaking. With waking up. Harry wakes Louis up. -  Little Technicolor Things

There is so much music in you: bare feet against the floor, the sandpaper glide of your palm on the stair rail, of your skin against mine, of your ceaseless fingers tapping at the table. He's music, Louis thinks. I'm in love with a song. Little Technicolor Things

(clearly, I adore this fic)

And that’s what Harry hates, Louis knows, because black has always had a connotation with death, and despair, and disease. It’s never been associated with good things, happy things.

But there’s more, too. Because Harry isn’t a demon who was twisted into darkness when he was still human; he chose darkness, a self-sacrifice. His soul is black but in the same way the night sky is black: deep and endless, sprinkled with bits of light. Sparkle. Vast and overwhelming, containing the possibilities for anything.

It’s black like panther fur is black, shifting blues and purples when the light hits a splay of powerful muscle. It’s black like an eclipsed moon. Black like tattoo ink. The blackness has meaning; the blackness is meaning: it hides speckles of brilliance in its depths, adds contrast to the bronze braids of hope and faith in Harry’s soul, the harp strings of kindness buried inside him that the sin could never touch.  - Say Hallelujah, Say Goodnight by alivingfire

I’m sure I have others... but these are the ones I came across first. Thank you for the great ask. It’s refreshing! LOL. And thank you for the wonderful compliment. It means a lot. 💜

[wolverinesorcery]

GOLOWAN: The Cornish Midsummer Festival

SLIDE 1 -

Golowan is held two days after the astronomical solstice and is a feast of light and rejoicing.

It involved festival bonfires, dances and celebration - it was revived in 1991 in Penzance as Mazey Day.

Now it includes a Mock Mayor election, serpent dancing and the Penglaz - the Penzance ‘Obby ’Oss

SLIDE 2 -

Historically, Golowan included dancing around and through bonfires to protect from evil intentions. It was also very lucky to scatter hemp seeds for love!

Children would wear wreaths of St. Johns wort too.

The Serpent Dance is a fixture of Golowan and Mazey day! It’s a chain of people dancing through the streets, described by ‘T.J.R” as

SLIDE 3 -

“Then comes the finale : no sooner are the torches burnt out, than the inhabitants of the quay-quarter, (a great multitude) male and female, young, middle-aged, and old ; virtuous and vicious, sober and drunk, take hands, and forming a long string, run violently through every street, lane, and alley crying “An eye! an eye! an eye!” At last they stop suddenly ; and an eye to this enormous needle being opened by the last two in the string, (whose clasped hands are elevated and arched) the thread of the populace run under, and through: and continue to repeat the same, till weariness dissolves their union, and sends them home to bed: – which is never till near the hour of midnight.”

SLIDE 4 -

Golowan is in part a feast for St. John, however it’s pagan roots may go deeper.

The serpent is an aspect of Cornish folkcraft and is the familiar spirit of red magic.

Mazed (used in Mazey Day) carries the definition of being intoxicated, entranced or in a maddened state of being.

Slide 5-

Sources:

The Cornish Traditional Year, Simon Reed (pages 3-20)

www.golowanfestival.org

vimeo.com/171285080 Posting earlier than Golowan because I’m off to Boscastle for the day instead of being online! If anyone has other sources, book recs or anything similar about Cornish folk witchcraft, traditional holidays, etc - please send me them!! I’m trying to build a mini library I can share :-) It’s hard to find resources online and I want to try fix that. 

[annzybwrites]

Red String

The Red String of Fate, for those who don’t know, is an invisible and intangible string tied around the finger that connects a person to their soulmate, even if they’re on the other side of the world from each other. While this is simply a whimsical myth to most, there are a privileged few that know just how real it is. 

Those with severed strings, like Snufkin, are able to see these thin, red marvels, even if they still can’t touch them. To have a severed string is rare, but since Snufkin has done a lot of travelling in his short life, he’s been able to meet five others just like himself. And from those he’s encountered, both loners and soulmates alike, he’s learned all sorts of things about these tricky strings. 

The red string isn’t just a connector, for instance; it’s also a reflection of the bond between soulmates. Before they meet, the string is a bright, thin, tightly woven, unchanging red, and after they meet and interact throughout the years the string can change in either brightness, thickness, or even color in some cases. Snufkin isn’t entirely sure what the different colors meant, but he was fascinated by the one time he’d seen an orange string.  

When Snufkin was younger, he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it all. He wondered if he should feel proud at being privy to one of the universe’s greatest secrets, or sad that he himself did not have a soulmate. But, after meeting so many people, the opinion he’s finally settled on is that he’s happy this way. He doesn’t need to worry about being literally tied down to another person, which means he’s free to continue wandering and traveling for as long as he wants. He likes to think of the world as his soulmate, and it felt like the world loved him back with everything it had what with how many beautiful sights he’s seen. 

Sometimes he even helps soulmates get together, if he’s in the mood for it. Other times, admittedly, he fans the flames of an argument between soulmates for his own amusement. The way he sees it is they’ll be fine in the long run; the universe says so, after all. The only soulmate pair he’s ever actually had worries about was between his best friend, Moomintroll, and Moomin’s girlfriend, Snorkmaiden. 

He swears their string changes with the wind. One day it’s as bright and shiny as the morning sun, and the next it’s so frayed and dirty that it looks about ready to snap. It’s definitely been interesting to watch; Snufkin almost wishes he would have documented all of the changes he witnessed. Not that it would make sense to anyone but himself. 

But, no matter what happened, they stayed connected to each other. It was fate, after all, and no amount of fighting or misunderstandings could break them apart. 

So then why, on a normal spring day, does he see Moomin with a severed string? 

---

Snufkin plays his harmonica as he walks through the edges of Moominvalley’s forests, as he always does when he returns every spring. It’s the time to show off the new tune he’s thought of, and to alert a special someone of his return. 

“Snufkin!” 

Right on time. Snufkin stifles his smile so he can continue playing, lifting his head a little higher so he can watch Moomin run towards him with that shameless smile he always has. Another start to a comfortable year in Moominvalley. 

As Moomin grows closer, however, Snufkin’s song stops short. His eyes are drawn to Moomin’s left hand, where a red string is flapping haphazardly in the wind, clearly not tied to anything anymore. 

“Snufkin!” Moomin is panting as he stops in front of him, still smiling wide as he keeps talking. “You’re a bit earlier this year! Not that I’m complaining of course, I’m rather glad to have you here -- oh, of course you know that.” He laughs a little, reaching over to grab Snufkin’s hand with his right and gently tug him towards Moominhouse. “Anyway, you’re just in time to eat some of Mamma’s strawberry pie, and then you can tell us all about your winter!” 

“Ah,” Snufkin startles a bit as he’s pulled forward, coming back to himself in time to take a step. He put a smile on his face, his brain catching up with what Moomin had just said. “I’ll be happy to tell you about my travels. But first, how are things with you?” 

“Hm?” Moomin seems surprised by the question, his eyes widening as he looks at him. “With me? Nothing really happens over winter, you know that. Oh, Snorkmaiden and I woke up for the midwinter bonfire again this year, but still -- nothing special.” 

“Oh?” Snufkin asks, his heart pounding in his chest. What a perfect lead in to this next question. “Nothing’s changed between you and Snorkmaiden, then?” 

Moomin creases his brows together, staring at him oddly as they keep walking. “What would change? I mean, sure, we got into a little argument at the bonfire, but we made up.” 

“You’re sure?” 

“Very.” Moomin nods, smiling again. “I carved a little wooden statue of her doing ballet to apologize, and she really liked it!” 

“Oh, that’s good.” Snufkin’s head is spinning by this point. If they made up, then why was his string severed? This isn’t adding up, he needs to see Snorkmaiden. Maybe they just need a little help reconnecting? It wouldn’t be the first time. 

“Snufkin?” Moomin stops them before the bridge, lifting up his left hand to inspect it as the little string flitted back and forth. “Do I have a bald spot on my hand or something? You keep looking at it.” 

“Oh, no, sorry. Just looking into space, is all.” 

---

Snufkin goes to see Snorkmaiden the next day, hoping to hear more about the bonfire incident from her, and is disappointed when she repeats pretty much the same thing. Only with some added gushing over the statue she received, and her going on about how thoughtful a gift it was. 

But the thing that makes his stomach drop is the sight of her left hand. She doesn’t have a severed string like Moomin. Instead, her string is as bright and shiny as if she’d never met her soulmate, and it’s pulled taut in a southern direction as if calling her to come find them. 

He makes an excuse that he has to go fish immediately and practically runs out of her house. None of this is making sense! Soulmates don’t just stop being soulmates, that’s not how things are done! And even if they did just stop, why would one half be left untethered while the other receives a new love? Who could Snorkmaiden even be tied to? Someone who previously had a severed string? Then why isn’t Moomin attached to someone else? 

Not even fishing could help clear his mind. After a few hours, he still felt confused and frustrated, wishing he knew where to find the answers. 

“Snufkin!” Moomin’s voice causes his ear to twitch, and he looks behind him to see Moomin running up to him with that same, huge smile of his. The poor troll; he has no idea of the cruel trick Fate has played on him. But if Moomin is really meant to be a loner now, then why isn’t he able to see the strings? 

“Hello, Moomintroll.” Snufkin smiles, trying to keep his inner thoughts hidden as Moomin sits on the grass beside him. “Here to join me?” 

Moomin nods, grinning wider as he says, “I had a feeling you’d be here. I’m just glad I was right -- I feel like I’ve won some kind of prize.” 

Snufkin laughs, turning back to his pole as his smile relaxes. As long as Moomin was happy, maybe he should just stop worrying about the strings. It’s not like the troll wasn’t loved by others, anyway. “A prize, you say?” 

“Mmhm.” Moomin looks off into the distance, spreading his hands apart. “A prize for winning the game, ‘Guess Where the Elusive Mumrik Has Gone.’“ 

Snufkin can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of his throat. He loves how ridiculous Moomin can be at times. “I’m not that elusive.” 

“Not anymore,” Moomin agreed, playfully elbowing Snufkin’s side. “Not to me. Not to brag, but I think I’ve become an expert after all these years.” 

“An expert at finding me?” Snufkin raises a brow at him, grinning a bit. “Is that a challenge?” 

Moomin puffs out his chest before nodding. “Maybe it is.” 

“Mm.” Snufkin reels in his line as he says, “Perhaps a game of hide and seek is in order.” 

Moomin brightens and hops to his feet. “I’ll tell the others!”

Snufkin chuckles, turning his head to tease Moomin before he can run off, but the words never come out. He’s distracted by strings yet again, and the sight he sees is enough to make his heart stop. 

Moomin’s string tied itself to his own. 

[pucksnsticksnhockeyboys]

summertime mindset - pt. 5

night swimming & jealousy

masterlist for summertime mindset

Timing is hard to get right and summer doesn’t last forever. You and Tyson learn the hard way.

word count: 2.7k

Note from the writer: plz be nice this is the first time I've ever written smut and I am not good at it. 18+. enjoy!

SUMMER

When Rachel suggested that you, Tyson, and Michael rent a lake house for a week, you jumped on the chance. You loved your family, but even so, you couldn’t go a whole summer stuck in the same house as your aunt and uncle.

As much as the rest of the summer had felt like a dream, you were on cloud nine as you picked bedrooms before all rushing to change into swimsuits and jump off the dock. The day was spent getting warmed by the sun and once night finally rolled around you unpacked and put away groceries. After everything was done, everyone decided to call it a night and promised to have a bonfire the next day to make up for it.

You fell asleep content as you could be, curled into Tyson’s side. The house had air conditioning, which meant Tyson could keep you as close to him as he pleased without you complaining that it was too hot.

When you woke up, it wasn’t because you were way too warm, or because the daylight was streaming in your room, but because Tyson was poking your side repeatedly. You groaned, burying your head deeper into your pillow as you attempted to swat his hand away. He chuckled at you, and you thought he was going to let you fall back asleep. He, of course, didn’t, and kept poking your side until you gave up and rolled to face him. He was grinning at you, but you kept your eyes closed in hopes that he just wanted to change cuddling positions, that he wanted to be the little spoon for the rest of the night.

“Let’s go night swimming.” He sounded much more awake than you did, though he placed a sleepy kiss to your forehead. You grinned, snuggling closer to him. He whined your name, and you hummed, swatting his hand away as he pinched your side again. “Please?”

With a groan, you pushed yourself up off the bed and Tyson cheered, jumping up much more emphatically than you. You grabbed a swimsuit, slipping into the en suite to change into your favorite bikini and tie your hair up. By the time you slipped out of the bathroom, Tyson was ready to go in his own suit. He was excited, tossing a towel at you before sweeping you into his arms and pressing a kiss to your lips.

You were quiet as you snuck out of the house, not wanting to wake up Rachel or Michael and have them crash your impromptu midnight date. Though, as soon as Tyson’s feet hit the dock, he dropped his towel and pulled his shirt up and over his head and took off running. The sound of him crashing into the water was loud, too loud for the quiet night and you tried to shush him between your chuckles.

You slipped into the water much more carefully, climbing down the ladder at the end of the dock and shuddering at the cold temperature. Once you were finally in the water, you turned to face Tyson, who was grinning at you as he stood in the water a few feet away from where you were. It wasn’t deep enough that he needed to tread, but with him standing on his feet the water reached his shoulders.

“Happy now? It’s freezing.” You teased, clinging to the ladder and ready to make an escape if you decided that the cold was too much. Tyson chuckled, pulling you from your position by the dock to where he was a few feet out.

“I am now.” He replied cheekily as your arms wound around his neck and his found their way around your waist. He kissed you softly, once, twice, three times, before pulling back enough so you could see his smile morph into a softer one that had you melting despite the chilled temperature of the water. “You know what would be better, though?” His grin was mischievous now and you raised a brow in question. “If we went skinny dipping.”

“Oh, is that so?” You teased, pushing against his chest and putting a foot of distance between the two of. Tyson’s eyes widened, and he wondered if he crossed a line. It wasn’t the first time you guys would have taken your relationship further, but he always treated it like your first time. He was spluttering, trying to backtrack on his statement and apologize at the same time.

There was just enough light from the moon that you could see his face, but he couldn’t see you shifting in the water, or the devilish grin on your face. You were letting him flounder, endeared by his mini-freakout and how he wanted to make sure you were uncomfortable.

It was why you laughed so loudly when he shut up in the middle of his sentence after you threw the bottom of your swimsuit and it hit him in the face.

It took him all of two seconds to figure what the fabric was that was now in his hands, and half that to launch himself at you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, that fact that you were bare in the water causing you to moan into the kiss searing kiss Tyson was giving you.

“Don’t lose my swimsuit.” You warned Tyson, and he chuckled, against your lips. He made a show of setting the wet material on the dock before both his hands were free to roam up and down you back.

Your own hands had been moving up and down his chest and finally found a resting place locked in the curls on the top of his head. You pressed closer to him, trying to relieve the ache in your core that had been growing since Tyson suggested skinny dipping. You sucked in a breath as you felt yourself brush against his growing bulge, and you repeated the rocking action that had you grinding against him and getting some of the pleasure you were searching for.

You tipped your head back and let out a breathy moan as Tyson bucked his hips forward to meet you, quickly understanding what you were trying to do. Since you had broken the kiss, he mouthed down your jaw and coming to rest on your pulse point, sucking and licking at the skin there the way he knew you liked.

“Fuck, Tys, don’t leave a mark. I’m wearing a swimsuit for the rest of this trip and I don’t want to get shit from everyone else.” You struggled to say, the sensations from Tyson’s kisses, the movement of his hips, and the fact that this was all happening in the water making it hard for you to get your thoughts together.

“Are you kidding me? Did you see the bruise Rach gave Mikey last week?” He chuckled, though he complied and started kissing back across your jawline towards your lips as his fingers pulled at the strings of your bikini.

“Do not talk about my cousin while you’re trying to take my top off.” You warned, and Tyson pulled back to grin at you in the goofy way he did so well. You felt your bikini loosen and watched as he smiled proudly as he undid the knot without looking. You rolled your eyes at him, but leaned forward to kiss him once more, moaning as his hands cupped your breasts.

You both silently decided that you needed to take this indoors, and preferably somewhere horizontal. You left the water first, and Tyson couldn’t help himself from squeezing your butt as you climbed the ladder. By the time you were back in your room—which was thankfully on the opposite side of the house of Rachel and Michael—you had completely abandoned your swimsuit and Tyson dropped his wet trunks before pinning you to the bed.

Immediately, his lips were on yours, and if you weren’t desperate to be touched you were certain you could just make out with him for hours. You squirmed, trying to get some relief where you desperately needed it, but with the way he had a hand on your hip pressing you to the mattress, you could barely move.

Tyson seemed to sense your restlessness, because he moved his hand from your hip to tracing lightly against the inside of your thigh. You spread apart easily for him, and you were certain that Tyson would have chuckled at your eagerness if he wasn’t already distracted by what you had revealed to him.

“Fuck.” He muttered, trailing a finger through your folds to collect your wetness before lightly circling your clit. You gasped at the sensation, the sound urging Tyson to press his mouth to yours in an urgent kiss as he sped up his movements, applying more pressure. You writhed underneath him, moaning louder as he slipped a finger inside you.

“More, Tys, please.” You breathed. He groaned at the nickname, and you felt the vibrations run through your body and go straight to your core. He sped up, adding a second finger, but it wasn’t enough. You could feel his length brush your thigh and just the heat of him resting heavy against you had clenching tighter around his fingers.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Tyson murmured with his lips pressed against your neck, mouthing at your skin as you tilted your head back in pleasure.

“I want you to fuck me, Tys.” Your words were certain, and his groan was guttural. He kissed you firmly once more before slipping off the bed, digging through his suitcase and pulling out a condom. “Came into this weekend with some expectations, huh?”

“I had a few assumptions, yeah.” He joked back with you, his smile wide as he opened the package and rolled the rubber on. He stroked himself a few times as he walked on his knees towards where you were splayed on the bed before him.

Suddenly, all humor was lost from the moment as he lined himself up at your entrance, the tip prodding at your folds. He braced himself on his forearm over you, his eyes studying you with a look that made your heart race faster than it was already. You tilted your head up slightly, capturing his lips in a kiss that stole your breath and he used the hand that he wasn’t bracing himself up with to lace his fingers through yours on the pillow above your head as he finally pushed into you.

It wasn’t the first time you had sex with Tyson, but he never failed to make your toes curl in the most delicious way. Once he was fully inside you, he paused, letting you adjust and catch your breath.

“Move, Tys.” You pleaded, desperate for relief. He didn’t waste any time before rocking into you, mouthing at the column of your throat. Your hand that wasn’t trapped in his was scratching at the back of his scalp and grasping at the tanned muscle on his back. His thrust were getting harder and harder, and you could feel your release steadily building.

“Tell me what you need.” Tyson groaned into the junction of your neck, and from the desperate whines and grunts coming from him, you could tell he was getting close too. You slipped your hand out from his, moving to his hair to pull on the curls as you struggled to form a coherent thought.

“Touch me.” You ordered, biting your lip to keep from gasping too loudly as you felt his thumb brush over your clit instantly. He applied more pressure, rubbing a few sloppy circles over the bundle of nerves and moaning when he felt you clench down harder around him.

It wasn’t long before you felt yourself tumbling over the edge with his combined ministrations, having to bite down on his shoulder to make sure you stayed quiet enough to not wake up the other people in the house. With a few more thrust Tyson was spilling into the condom, mouth pressed to your collarbone.

He dropped onto the mattress beside you, arms wrapped around you to keep you close as you both came down from your orgasms. You stayed that way for a while, until it got uncomfortable and you needed to use the bathroom. Tyson groaned as you slipped out from under his arm, but nonetheless sat up as he knew he needed to take care of the condom.

“Night swimming was fun.” You grinned, retreating into the bathroom as Tyson chuckled at your comment. His response was quick, and you couldn’t help your laugh as you shook your head at him.

“Wanna do it again tomorrow?”

PRESENT

You knew Jon was looking for a fight the moment he showed up at your apartment. You were supposed to have a nice night in with him, but those had been less and less frequent, and when he barely greeted you as he passed through the threshold of your apartment you knew what was to come.

Surprisingly, you got through half the movie before Jon shifted in his seat to face you. You weren’t exactly cuddling on the couch, but you were seated beside him and his arm was tossed on the back of the couch behind you. You paused the movie, turning to face him and preparing yourself for an argument.

“I don’t want you to hang out with Tyson anymore.”

You weren’t expecting it, no, but you probably should have. You still hadn’t told him about your past with Tyson, but you had been spending more time with him—and usually JT, or Sam, or Mikko, or literally anyone else was with you. But Jon had seen how you and Tyson gravitated towards each other, and since he knew that you were friends from a few years back, he had it out for the brunette.

You had never given him a reason not to trust you, but you can’t help insecurities.

“You don’t get to decide that.” You shot back, holding his gaze and raising a brow to dare him to continue. Never one to back down from a fight, Jon rolled his eyes at you.

“If you told me you didn’t want me to hang out with a girl I would stop.” He argued, and you scoffed. You doubted that he was telling the truth, in all honesty, but that wasn’t the point.

“Except, I would never ask you to do that, because I trust you.” You reasoned, and his hesitation told you he knew you were right. He wouldn’t admit it, you don’t think he’s ever confessed to being wrong the entire time you knew him.

“You’re fucking him, aren’t you?”

The accusation simultaneously made anger boil inside you and your blood run cold. No, you were not cheating on him, but you wondered if you should have come clean about your exact relationship earlier. Still, he had no right in making such a harsh allegation.

“Of course not!” You shouted, only growing more upset as Jon rolled his eyes again. He was acting like a child, and you were getting sick of it.

“But you have fucked, right?” He sounded so certain, like he was winning some sick prize by being right about your past relationship with Tyson. You huffed, dragging your hands down your face and Jon let out a dry laugh that made your stomach churn.

“We used to hook up, years ago.” The words felt bitter on your tongue, because hooking up was not how you’d describe your relationship with Tyson in the slightest. “We dated for like, two months, and then it just… didn’t work out.”

“You’re fucking joking.” Jon stood from the couch and you copied his actions, trailing him as he made his way to the door. “Stop seeing him.”

“He’s my friend, nothing has happened in two years, and I’m not going to stop seeing him.” You argued, though it was more of a statement. You weren’t going to back down and lose Tyson again, not when you finally felt comfortable in the friendship role you found yourselves in.

“Yeah, whatever.” Jon scoffed, tugging his coat on at the door. He turned, glaring harshly at you once more before tearing open the front door. “I’ll see you around.” And then he was gone, the sound of the door slamming ringing in your ears.

And even though there was a chance that you had just broken up with your boyfriend, you were surprisingly okay.