#Led Strip Trunking

[m1d-45]

i love your sagau/imposter au fics so much (esp kazuha’s),, do you think nahida would be able to sense if the creator isnt an imposter because of her having access to Irminsul and being able to see if there are records of them? anyways okok so uh hear me out, maybe the creator tries to seek safety in sumeru while they’re being hunted? sorry if this is a lengthy ask ekwjkwm anyways thanks for reading, ur amazing !

sandy refuge

word count: 3.4k

-> warnings: spoilers for the final sumeru archon quest

-> gn reader (you/yours)

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sumeru was a deadly nation.

liyue was guarded by the adepti, and inazuma’s storms tore the sea around the archipelago to shreds, but sumeru…

sumeru, the land of wisdom, headed by academics and led by scholars and sages. the nation split in two, lush forests barely a stones throw from barren deserts, believers of two (three?) separate gods walking side by side through the city. for a nation so divided, it was rare to get everybody to agree on something, every decision inevitably and invariably leaving some group of people unsatisfied.

and yet, there they were, united under one flag. eremites and the matra, the beige robes of the desert dwellers shifting in the wind besides the glittering armor of the akademiya’s soldiers, spears and swords aligned towards the same target.

it would be beautiful, if only you weren’t the one they rallied against.

you didn’t know how long you had been running when you managed to work your way past the wall, nor how long you had managed to stumble across sand dunes before finding your current oasis.

literally. trees swayed around a large pool of clear water, thick grass cushioning your knees as you barely hesitated before cupping some in your hands and drinking. it was blessedly cool, and you were tempted to swim in it and let it soothe the continuous heat from the desert sun. sadly, you didn’t have a spare set of clothes, and you weren’t keen on stripping when the matra could storm the place at any moment.

or the eremites. or the corp of thirty. or literally anybody else, since you’ve apparently been declared public enemy number one.

you splashed some water on your face and over your head, goosebumps rising where a drop raced beneath the collar of your shirt. how water was so cold when the sand was so hot, you didn’t know, but you weren’t going to complain.

after drinking a few more handfuls of the water, you finally looked around. there was a large spire of stone next to the oasis, flanked by large trees, with a thankfully abandoned hilichurl hut beside it.

you try not to think about how an archer would have had an easy shot as you were drinking.

at the base of a few of the trees is something green, and you remember the nuts that grew in the desert. you were too wary of the henna berries and the cacti they grew on to try and eat those, but you distinctly remember these being used in a few recipes.

all you could do was hope they were edible raw.

you stood—your vision blurred, the ground tilting, but you ignored it—and walked around the oasis, inspecting the green and hoping it wasn’t a fungus.

good news, it wasn’t. bad news, it was the husk of one of the nuts, hollow without any of the fruit inside. fresh, by the looks of it, the green leaves squishing instead of crumbling when you kicked at them.

great.

you sat on the curved trunk of one of the trees, holding up a hand to shade your eyes as you looked up. you could see another nut, hanging off the top of a tree, but.. the bark of the trees were smooth, and any of your athletic abilities were worn away by exhaustion and malnutrition.

you let your head drop and tried not to focus on your hunger, instead inspecting the mix of sand and grass beneath your feet. sand and grass. all of sumeru, represented right at your feet. hot, slippery sand, and cool, spiky grass. the desert and the forest, two wildly different ecosystems, and yet… both drove you out.

you tried not to cry, to push away the helplessness of the situation, but you couldn’t. what had you done, you wondered, for your very face to cause such an uproar? for two separate groups of people, divided in location, name, and faith to ally in their shared hatred of you? if somebody asked you what the millelith, matra, and eremites had in common about six months ago, you couldn’t have answered. you’d have thought about it, maybe, but drawn a blank outside of ‘defenders.’

but what were they defending? and how were you a threat?

when the first tear fell, so did something else.

you jumped at the dense thud, digging your nails—overgrown, bitten at, broken—into the bark as you searched for the source of the noise.

a large fruit had fallen, the one you were eyeing earlier by the looks of it. it sat atop the empty husk of another, magically fallen from the tree by seemingly nothing.

you weren’t going to complain.

you slid off the tree, reaching for the nut, grabbing the stem and pulling, but dropped it just as fast. a fungus was standing just behind it, large orange eyes looking up at you.

you were frozen. would it attack you? was it trying to eat? did they even need to? could you get sick from fungus spores? even if you couldn’t, getting hurt wasn’t worth the meal…

the fungus tilted to one side, then the other, bumping the large fruit towards you.

it… was giving it back?

you stared, but the fungus didn’t move. when you carefully tugged at the nut, slowly drawing it closer so you could properly pick it up, it didn’t move. it just watched you, the rim of its cap slightly falling into its eyes.

you sat back on the tree, pulling it into your lap. the outer leaves were coarse, softening as you pulled away the many layers. there was a high chance some of the inner leaves were edible, but you didn’t want to take chances. the fruit itself was a pale green, easily tearing under your fingers. it was soft, with the barest edge of sweetness that had you prying up more. it wouldn’t make for a full meal, but it was certainly far better than nothing.

you checked on the fungus every once in a while, but it just stood there. by your guess, it was the floating anemo kind, but where was its group? fungi rarely appeared alone, and part of you felt bad.

(felt bad. for a fungus. you’re in dirty, torn clothes and on the run for your life, and you still find the empathy for a fungus. at least you knew your morals were still intact.)

you offered a piece of the nut to the fungus, but it didn’t react. instead it turned, floating into the air and drifting away.

…alright.

you try to eat the fruit slowly, as to not make yourself sick, taking breaks to sip more water from the lake to dim the sweetness. you didn’t know how long the fruit would stay good now that you’d opened it, but you were trying to enjoy it. its not as if you were overflowing with excess, and you likely couldn’t linger here long. you don’t even know why you resorted to the desert anyway.. between cyno, the ruins, scorpions, the primal constructs.. to say it was dangerous was an understatement. even if you made it to the far west, the pari were there, and you didn’t think they would take too kindly to you. fontaine wouldn’t be much better, provided you somehow crossed the sea around it…

nowhere was safe. you supposed that was the point, that nobody would give you refuge, but it still hurt. you didn’t think you’d ever land in this situation when you first downloaded the game..

whatever. you’re not going to go down that path for the nth time. you hold the remains of the nut in one arm as you stand, picking off chunks as you walk toward the hilichurl hut. with any luck there would be something useful inside, or at least be a safe place to rest temporarily.

the camp looks like it’s been clear recently, which is both good and bad. good, because neither hilichurls nor patrols should come by here for a bit, but bad because it lowers your chances of finding anything useful. there’s no arrowheads or vegetables, not even embers in the fire pit, all the supply boxes long since broken.

at least it’s shelter. at least you had food today, and (hopefully) clean water. small wins, small wins…

you gather your strength and begin to drag all the rubble into the hut, using what was left of their training dummies to make a hollow pile. hopefully it would just look like trash to anyone walking by, and could maybe keep you warm. the scraps of furs littered over the camp were matted with something you didn’t want to think about, so this was your best bet.

man, you missed your bed.

you returned to the oasis for more water, scrubbing off some of the dirt from your arms and face. you wouldn’t be clean for long, what with the dirt floor you’d picked as your shelter, but it felt nice. a topical fix for a bone deep wound.

you didn’t try to clean your clothes, eyeing the sun dipping in the sky. having wet clothes wouldn’t help at night, even if it might feel good. perhaps tomorrow? yes, tomorrow. tomorrow you could scrub at your shirt—*blood doesn’t clean easily without soap*—and try to undo some of the knots in your hair, maybe even use leaves and some of the scraps of twine around the camp to bring some water with you.

tomorrow. you got this. surely.

(just ignore the fact that you don’t know where in the desert you are. or how easy it would be to get lost, or dehydrate. nope. this is a perfectly fine and normal situation that you have an okay amount of control over. you got this. you have to.)

you return to the hut, retrieving the other half of your fruit and taking it with you into your pitiful shelter. at least you didn’t have to worry about rain…

it was only slightly cramped beneath the pile of junk, but you had enough room for you and your food. you laid there for a long time, occasionally peeling off pieces to eat. you didn’t know how much was left, and you didn’t think about it, distracting yourself by thinking about tomorrow. if you were clever with some sticks you could fashion some wider soles for your shoes to get more grip on the sand, or maybe a hat to keep from burning… but there was water and food to worry about, but the area along the wall was certainly dangerous, but it might be worth it if it meant you lived a little longer…

you fell asleep at some point, the faint sweetness of your dinner lingering on your tongue.

normally, waking up to someone barely a foot from your person would be unsettling. in your situation, it was terrifying.

you immediately pushed yourself back, crawling backwards away from nahida. she was kneeling, seeming surprised at your actions. you almost wondered how she was out here, and in your survey of the area, it clicked.

you weren’t in the hut anymore. you’d missed it in your fear, but you were lying on grass, in a small meadow. you didn’t pay too much attention to it though, putting a hand to your chest to try and calm your heart.

“just a dream,” you breathed, and nahida’s expression fell. not into anger, more.. sadness?

“i’m sorry if i startled you.” her voice was soft, but flat, motions stiff as she stood up and dusted off her dress.

what a weird dream. first you’re lucid, then she’s here… maybe it was wishful thinking. maybe your brain had finally had enough.

“it’s fine,” you said, taking another look around the field. tall trees arched high above you, the bushes and ferns between them reminding you of the rainforest. in the center were three chairs, with various plates laid out on the table between them. you stood, automatically wiping for any grass caught on you, only to find that you were actually wearing clean clothes again—one of your favorite outfits, actually.

you mostly ignored nahida as you walked to the table, looking over the various dishes. you recognized a few as sumeru recipes, but not all of them, deciding to pick at a bowl of fruit instead. you’re not sure how dreams work here—you haven’t had many since coming to teyvat—but it feels safer to stick with a food you’ve actually tried before.

(you ignore the nut from the oasis. calculated risk.)

“i hope they’re to your liking?” nahida’s voice is hesitant as she comes to your side, sitting in one of the chairs. you don’t do the same.

“i’m surprised i remember so many of these,” you say instead, looking over the sheer variety of food laid out. your subconscious has done well.. almost a bit too well.

“eat. you need the energy.”

“i’ll just miss them in the morning, and it’s not like they’ll give me any actual nutrition.”

“…please, my god.”

your head whips to her in an instant, the fruit falling from your hand as if it was poison. it could be, considering everything.

even after all these months, you’d let your guard down. in front of the one god who had control over dreams, you ate of her food and showed that you were weak.

nahida raises her hands, and you have half a mind to grab a knife off the table. it wouldn’t do anything, but it would make you feel better. “it’s just me. there’s nobody else in this dream.”

you should have known better. “leave me alone.”

“i mean you no harm, i only-“

you put your hands over your ears and close your eyes, trying to make yourself wake up. you pictured the walls of the hut, of your makeshift shelter and the leaves of last night’s dinner. you pretend you can’t hear her voice, that the only sound is the whisper of the wind.

if only you’d remembered her powers quicker, or perhaps discovered yours sooner.

you don’t know how long it took you to break free from the dream, or if you managed to break it at all. you just knew that you woke up to the sounds of talking from outside your hut, the words were faint but still discernible from the wind. two voices, one soft and one rough, picking their way around the oasis.

you didn’t dare try to run, instead shifting some of the wood in your pile to cover the entrance. where could you even go if they found you? west was dangerous, east was deadly, north led you into either a sandstorm or a dead-end sea, and south was entirely uncharted, and that was assuming you even made it that far.

they came closer, and you reached for one of the smaller planks in your small shelter. it was still about the length of your forearm, and though the rest of the stack shifted, you felt a bit safer. maybe you could hide in a cave for a while until they left? no, that would mean you’d have to get enough of a lead to lose them, and you doubted you could run that fast.

“-abandoned.” there was a sound like a rock kicked against the side of the hut, covering the sound of your breath as you recognized the voice. “you sure this is the right place?”

wanderer.

“i’m certain, i saw it myself.”

and nahida. she probably tapped into your mind to see where you were trying to wake up to… it would be clever if your life wasn’t on the line.

footsteps drew ever closer, and it was getting hard to judge the distance. the hut was empty save for your little scrap pile, but how close was too close? could you even have a chance with wanderer’s skill? not to mention the dendro archon…

maybe you were doomed from the start. there was no good ending for you, just a constant delay of the fate that you dodged when you first set foot on this planet.

how long has it been? how much time have you borrowed? teyvat had ghosts, would you become one? would you return to earth? did your earth even exist anymore? this was not the time for this debate…

a shadow moved, and nahida’s voice was far closer than it was before. “divine one?”

you bit your cheek as to not laugh. ‘divine one.’ she already had a god, the one that had ordered this mess to begin with. the first person you ran into, ironically, who had on sight declared you a criminal. you didn’t want to be associated with that person at all, thank you. did she think that you thought you were the god? you wouldn’t be hiding if you did.

“buer. you’re talking to a pile of sticks.”

“i’m aware.” her voice grew quieter, like she’d turned around. “but we need to be patient.”

“there’s an easier way to do this, you know.”

“after all that’s happened? there’s no easy solution to this.”

“that’s not what i…” he sighed. “can i show you something?”

“what is it?”

the air hissed, your pile broken by a blade of wind down the middle. the anemo curved around you, acting as a shield as the wood splintered and flew. you quickly pushed yourself up, sitting against the wall and looking between the two of them. nahida looked terrified, and the shock on wanderer’s face is comical. looks like he didn’t expect you to actually be in there.

he removed his hat from his head, quickly dropping to one knee, nahida doing the same barely a moment after. “my god.. i apologize for my haste.”

pardon?

nahida lifted her head, meeting your eyes with a hand to her chest. “and i’m sorry for invading your dream earlier. i just wanted to find you, and when i noticed you were in sumeru..”

wanderer is too prideful to apologize to anybody he doesn’t absolutely need to, even for a plan.. jut what’s going on here?

you fix your attention on nahida and hope she’s not a good liar. “don’t you already have a god you follow?”

nahida flinched, looking away. “that… was a mistake. i should have trusted my instincts, and for that i’m sorry. i had no idea that my silence would lead to this…”

either she’s a really convincing actor, or she means it. given the severity of the situation, you don’t want to assume.

“if it helps…” wanderer’s hands tighten on his hat, and he bows his head further. “my anemo protected you. even if i did mean to cause harm, that is more than enough proof of your identity.”

“…so i’m supposed to believe you? just like that?”

nahida shook her head. “i understand your apprehension. it’s hard to trust someone after everyone else has betrayed you, and i don’t expect you to come with me to the sanctuary right away. aaru village is close by, though, and i was hoping you would be willing to go there..?”

some part of you still thinks it’s a trick, that there would be a swarm of matra waiting for you. but honestly… running is tiring, and nahida is kind. you want to believe her, even if it does end up going poorly. what else do you have to lose, really?

you drop your poor excuse for a weapon, briefly checking your hands for splinters before standing up. you kick aside the remains of your dinner and dust yourself off, walking forward. “alright. i’ll go with you.”

nahida beams.

[dual1pa]

"you're gonna make me fall in love with you"

steve harrington x reader using she/her pronouns

A/N: ahh the sweet smell of a best friends to lovers fic <3

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY PLEASE !! language, swimming in underwear (both reader & steve) kissing w/ tongue, boob grabbage, missionary position but no smut occurs

(doesn't follow plot of Stranger Things)

She placed her Converse-covered feet on the leather seat of her best friend, Steve Harrington's beat-up Chevy. He received the "piece of shit car," as he would say, from his parents as a graduation present years ago. It was originally his father's work truck, but he no longer needed it.

"At least you have a car, son," he told him.

All her attention was outside of the car as Steve drove them to their favorite spot at the lake. It seemed as if no one knew it existed since there was never a soul in sight, which was great for the two of them to get away from the hustle and bustle of their small town of Hawkins, Indiana.

The scenery of the drive there was something else - especially at sundown after a warm summer day when the sky was filled with yellow, orange, pink, and purple.

As her hair blew from the open window, she hummed along to Tiffany's 'I Think We're Alone Now' as Steve tapped his hands to the beat of the song on the steering wheel.

Steve pulled into a rocky area where he normally parks the car, went to grab a blanket out of the trunk, and led her to their favorite spot.

Normally, they didn't swim in the water, just lay on the fuzzy blanket, listened to the water and their favorite tunes from Steve’s portable radio, and stared up at the stars.

She and Seve have been friends since middle school, yes, even though his King Steve era where he thought he was better than everyone.

The two of them rarely had fights, and when they did, they quickly made up and went out to get ice cream or head to their favorite spot on the lake.

They found their spot on accident after participating in an extra credit assignment for Ms. Taylor's science class - since the both of them were failing at the time.

Now, a year later, they considered the spot theirs.

Just like usual, empty.

Steve tried his best to lay the teal blanket down flat, but the grass made it difficult.

She laid down first, then Steve. He watched her figure out her next thought as she stared up into the cloudless sky.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, resting his body on his arm.

She turned her head to lock eyes with him and smiled, "I kinda wanna go swimming."

"I didn't bring a swimsuit," Steve sighed.

She chuckled, "Neither did I," quickly getting up and stripping off her T-shirt and jean shorts, leaving her in a bra and underwear.

Steve had seen her change a dozen times and she could care less as she had no shame about her body.

Without waiting for her friend, she ran into the cold but refreshing water. She dove under the small waves and resurfaced to find steve shoving his pants off, leaving him in plaid boxers.

Once he caught up to her, they enjoyed the water for a while longer then went to air dry on the blanket.

Steve reached for the radio to find a station playing a song they both liked. as if it was fate, one of their favorites played softly through the speaker.

He got up and started dancing and singing the lyrics, urging her to come join him on the imaginary dance floor.

She grabbed his hand to help her off the cozy blanket, grabbed her waist and started swaying back and forth. If she was honest with herself, she could picture a life with Steve.

She could imagine traveling with Steve, purchasing a home with him in the suburbs.

She pictured buying a cute little 3 bedroom home in the Indiana suburbs - definitely away from Hawkins. She pictured the bright green grass and being surrounded by nice neighbors and even getting a pet.

She pictured starting a family with him, though, she would never tell him that, unless the time was right.

Back in the moment, she couldn’t stop laughing at Steve’s horrible singing.

“stop it,” she leaned her head back and let out a loud laugh

“stop what? singing?” he didn’t listen and kept singing along.

“you’re gonna make me fall in love with you if you keep singing like that,” she smiled.

Steve blushed, “we’re literally slow dancing in our underwear, i hope you know that i’m already in love with you.”

That’s all she ever wanted to hear from her best friend, “i’m in love with you.”

He wasted no time to press his lips to hers. they were just how she imagined he would taste: a mix of mint toothpaste and the coffee he drinks daily.

she reached her hands up to comb through his damp brunette hair and moaned into his mouth, urging him to shove his tongue in her mouth.

he gripped her waist, then her butt, then her thighs to feel every inch of her, what he wanted to do for years.

the two laid back down on the blanket and continued their assault on each other. he fit right between her legs, but knew that she didn’t want their first time to be on the muddy ground.

to take a breath from their make out session, he rested his forehead on hers and smiled.

“can i call you mine? all mine?” he asked, placing a piece of hair behind her ear.

“that’s all i’ve wanted, steve harrington.”

he reached up to grab at her breast but she stopped before she got too turned on.

“as much as i want to, take me back to your place and take me in your bed?” she said, kissing his neck and down to his chest.

she’s never seen him pack up so quickly.

[eddiesxangel]

Take Me to the Lakes | E.M x Reader ~ 2/6

Read part 1 here

Cw: angst, jealousy, pining, weed consumption, 18+ content MDNI

Wc: 4.4k

You didn’t see Eddie the rest of the day, but you did happen to run into Steve and yell at him for the most impromptu timing in the world. It has been a scorcher of a day, so you were elated that today was swim day.

The sun was sweltering; Robin and you had to triple-check that your campers had all the water-resistant sunscreen. You had worn your bathing suit under your jean shorts and Camp Murdock t-shirt, but you couldn’t take the sweaty cotton touching your skin any longer. You had to strip off the clothes that were sticking to your skin.

“I think I might die if I don’t get in the water now!” Robin complained. You could see her usually pin-straight bangs getting wavy from the sweat on her forehead.

“Same here, I can’t believe I didn’t think to put my hair up this morning." You could feel the sweat dripping down the base of your neck.

As soon as you reached the dock, you took charge and ensured that everyone in your group was fully aware of all the water safety rules. You then conducted a final head count of all the campers before jumping into the water yourselves.

Robin was the first to take the plunge, diving headfirst into the refreshing water. Despite the initial shock of the cold water, she resurfaced with a huge grin on her face, her teeth chattering with excitement.

“Holy shit, it’s freezing!” she squealed.

“Oh god, I don’t want to do it now,” you laughed as you stripped off your jean shorts.

Just as you were removing your clothes, Eddie, Steve, and Ashton came running around the corner, unable to stay in the heat themselves. Due to the hot weather, Eddie tied his long hair back, and his light grey shirt turned dark grey from sweat. They had just changed into their swimming trunks.

“Hey, look, the girls,” Ashton pointed to you and Robin.

Eddie had stopped dead in his tracks as he watched you. It was like you were moving in slow motion.

You still were taking your shorts off. Eddie watched as your peach of an ass bent over to step out of your shorts, your back arching as you peeled off the t-shirt. You wore your red bikini with little white hearts matched perfectly with the little heart inked into the skin on your right butt cheek.

Hold up, what? Eddie’s brain short-circuited. You not only have a tattoo, but an ass tattoo?

“Dude, hello, Earth to Eddie,” Steve was snapping his fingers in front of Eddie's face.

“ Huh, what?” Eddie reluctantly peeled his eyes away from you.

“You’d been staring at her for like five minutes, bro; just ask her out already.” Ashton laughed.

“Was not five minutes"

“So you admit you’re staring?” Steve smirks.

“How could I not? Don’t you have eyes?”

The guys laughed, and Eddie continued his gaze back to you when he saw Billy approaching you from the right. Eddie felt a sudden possessiveness over you when it came to that guy. He never liked Billy from the start. His off-putting comment and how he looked at you like he wanted to eat you were unsettling.

Eddie didn’t waste another second thinking about it; he started to run towards you, kicking off his slides and tossing his shirt before he grabbed you by the waist and flung you both into the water, laughing.

-

You weren’t paying attention to the boys behind you; honestly, you had no idea they were even there. You were too focused on working up the courage to finally jump in. Robin tried to convince you when you heard your name being called.

“Bambi, damn girl, you’re looking hotter than last year.” You turned and rolled your eyes immediately. Out of all people, Billy. You watched in disgust as he was ogling you while licking his lips.

Before you could even reply, a force pushed you into the freezing water.

When you breach the surface, you profusely try to catch your breath, looking around to see what the fuck just happened.

Your first instinct was to blame Billy for pushing you in.

“What the fuck Coyote?!” You were freezing, and the drastic temperature change had your teeth chattering.

“It wasn’t me!” his hands when up in defence.

You believe him, so you start looking around because he couldn't have, and you swore another person had jumped into the lake with you.

“Sorry, Princess. As your knight, I must fulfill my duty to you to save you.” A whisper echoed in your ear.

You let out a small scream, startled by his closeness, but when your heart settled, your flesh rose in goosebumps, not because of the cold of the lake water. Strong hands touch your waits turning you around to face your ‘saviour’

“Oh, my hero,” you fake swoon.

Eddie laughed, his head tipped all the way back so his hair was touching the water, his thick neck exposed, sending you into a daydream of leaving many a mark on that neck, but your thots were halted by Eddie pushing down on your head, dunking you back into the water.

“Edward Munson, I swear to God!” You screamed when you popped back up out of the water.

“Oh, my government name? You wound me, Princess.” He grabbed his chest like he had a knife in his heart.

You started to swim towards him, but the cold lake water was starting to numb your limbs. You couldn’t move fast enough; your teeth were still chattering, and Eddie could hear how cold you were.

“I'm sorry, Princess. I need to redeem myself.” He reached out and pulled you into his body, wrapping his arms around the small of your waist.

“You better be.” You shivered.

“Come, let's get you warmed up in the sun.”

He hopped out of the water, not even having to use the ladder. He reached down, holding out his hand to help you out, but you yanked him back down, and he fell head-first back into the water.

Eddie could only hear your laugh when he broke through the surface.

“I guess I deserved that.” He shook his head like a wet dog.

You were already halfway up the ladder when you felt his gaze on you. Eddie watched as you climbed up; he trialled right behind you, giving him a great view of the tattoo he wanted to know more about.

You quickly ran over to the towel that had been warmed by the sun. Shivering, you crouched down and sat in a ball to cover yourself with the whole towel.

“Come ‘er Princess, let's get you warmed up.” Eddie sat beside you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders with his own towel to cover you both before he started rubbing his hands up and down your arms to help you get warm.

You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder. Between the sun and Eddie, you warmed you up in no time.

You were at peace, the smell of coconut sunscreen, the sounds of splashing in the water, the warm feeling you were getting because Eddie was not only touching you, but hugging you.

“There you go, your majesty, all better,” Eddie smirked.

“You’re really not going to give up this joke, are you?” You laughed.

“Not in a million years, Princess.”

-

You and the girls were busily getting ready for a cozy after-the-bonfire hangout with the boys in the mess hall. You were there setting up some snacks and drinks on the table, and the soft glow of the fairy lights hanging on the walls added to the warm ambiance of the room.

Meanwhile, Eddie and his cabin were chatting and laughing, looking forward to the evening. As the night grew darker, they realized it was already 10:00 pm, and they needed to do one last check on the campers to make sure they were sound asleep. Once it was all calre the guys made their way to the mess hall.

“So you and Julie seem to be getting pretty close.” With his flashlight under his chin, Ashton wiggled his eyebrows at Eddie. Eddie shoves his shoulder lightly, laughing in response.

“I don’t know, man. I know her from home, is all.” Eddie shrugged.

“Come on, dude! You totally couldn’t keep your hands off her at the lake today; I saw you,” Ashton accused.

“Well, have you seen her? And I think she has been flirty with me? I don't know...she confuses me,” Eddie admitted, thinking back on earlier this morning when he thought you almost kissed him.

It's not like Eddie didn't want to believe it, it's that he can't believe it. Why do you, out of all people, want to be with him?

“I would go for it, dude, trust me. She is my best girl-friend, and I shouldn’t say anything, so I won’t, but if I were you, I would ask her out.” Steve joined in.

“You shouldn’t say anything? What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie asked as they opened the doors to the hall.

“Sorry, man, sworn to secrecy, but trust me, bro.”

“Don't ever trust Moose.” Robin giggled, not knowing the context of the conversation.

“Hey, boys,” you smiled.

Eddie’s eyes met yours, and he smiled back, but his smile dropped when he saw Billy sitting beside you. Billy was like a mosquito who wouldn't leave you alone; he gave you no personal space even though you were seated at a twenty-foot-long picnic table.

He tried his best to ignore Billy; you had already said you didn’t like him, so why did Eddie feel jealous?

Instead, Eddie tried to focus all his attention on you, so he sat directly across from you. Eddie thought you looked cute tonight. Your natural hair was wrapped up in a messy bun, but shorter pieces framing your face.

You wore a heather grey Camp Murdock oversized crewneck sweater, blue and green plaid flannel pyjama pants, and pink fuzzy socks. He liked that you felt comfortable enough to not try hard like you do back home. Back home, he never saw your hair out of place or your outfit not coordinated. Not that Eddie didn't like that version of you, but he likes this version a whole lot more. It made you feel more real and less of this superhuman that the town dubbed you as.

“What are we playing today?” Eddie asked.

“A good old game of truth or dare,” Robin smiled.

“Oh god,” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist. We have a little something extra to make it fun,” You smiled while showing the group the pre-rolled joint you pulled out of your pyjama pants pocket.

Eddie smirked at the thought of you, goodie two shoes, and buying weed. Then, his thought process changed… Who else would you get weed from if not him?

“The fuck you get that?” Eddie didn’t intend for it to be that harsh, but it slipped out like word vomit. Could this be trusted? How did he know it wasn’t laced or tainted.

“Oh, uh, I know a local guy.” Your smile dropped, and Eddie watched as you curled into yourself.

Fuck.

“Better be up to this guy’s standards,” Billy pointed to Eddie, only making it worse.

“You’re lucky I’m even sharing with you.”

“Let’s just start, guys, jeez.” Robin rolled her eyes.

You lit up first then passed it to Billy. Eddie seethed that he got it first. He almost grabbed it right from your hands but he knew he needed to control himself…

The game went on, and the typical stuff happened: streaking, truths about the first kiss, and chugging a combination of ketchup, mustard, and mayo. The joint was getting down to a nub, and it was really starting to take effect. The mood had been lifted, and Eddie noticed how you and the others were getting more giggly, whispering and plotting the next truths and dares.

Steve was up next, and he turned to you.

“Truth or dare?” Steve asks with a smirk.

“Truth,” you say confidently.

“Who was the last guy to give you an orgasm?” He gives you the biggest tooth smile.

Eddie’s ears perk up, his attention locked in. The bubbling feeling of jealousy almost formed again, but it disappeared as soon as you spoke your answer.

“No one.” You blushed.

“Come on, no one believes you, Bambi.” Steve retorts.

“I’m serious! Now shut up it's my turn.” You huffed.

Eddie was not surprised you’re a virgin; if you had slept with anyone, everyone in Hawkins would have known about it.

It sounds wrong, but Eddie was relieved when you said no one. Nobody would be able to please you like he could. The things Eddie wanted to do to you, worship you, take care of you…

“Eddie, hello! earth to Eddie!” Your voice snaps Eddie out of his daydreams.

“Huh? What?”

“Truth or dare,” you smile at him.

“Dare,” Eddie smirked.

“I dare you to kiss…Billy.” You, Robin, and Nancy burst into a fit of giggles like you’ve been plotting.

“I’ll kiss literaly any other guy. Try again, sweetheart.” Eddie sees you try to hide your smile at the pet name. Noted.

"Hey! What's wrong with me?"

"Everything..." Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Come here, big guy, let me plant one on ya." Billy began to chase Eddie around the room, and you, along with everyone else, couldn't hold in your giggles. It was really good weed.

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The night rolled on, and everyone had to return to their cabins before you knew it.

“Well, boys, I am never skinny dipping at night again. I think my dick shrunk back into my body. Fuck, that lake is cold!” Ashton laughed.

“I never want to see those hairy cheeks again,” Eddie joined.

“I can’t believe what Bambi said, can you?” Steve piped up.

“About what?” Eddie asked.

“That no guy has ever gotten her off. You would think at least one would, you know” Steve exclaimed while brushing his teeth.

“Maybe that’s why she is acting like she has a stick up her ass; I can show her a good time, maybe replace that stick with mine, if you know what I mean.” Billy joked, cupping his crotch as he was getting his pyjamas on.

The joke wasn’t funny; the thought of any guy touching you made Eddie's knuckles go white. His face dropped into a sneer for a split second, but he caught himself. Fucking hell, Munson pulled it together.

“Shut up, dude. She wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.” Ashton laughed as he lay in his bunk.

“Oh yeah, we will see. She will come around.” He winked, and Eddie felt the s’mores in his stomach start to churn.

Eddie was about to let Steve know that there was no way on God's green earth that you had slept with someone, but his attention was shifted when Steve spoke again.

“Word is she likes someone,” Steve dropped casually as he climbed into his top bunk.

That caught the three men’s attention; they whipped around simultaneously, and all Steve could do was laugh.

“You guys are something else.” He chuckled and laid down to go to sleep.

Maybe Ashton was right; maybe his ever-growing crush on you was too obvious. Maybe he should dial it back more...

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As the sun sets over Camp Murdock, the anticipation builds for the evening's main event - the camper's talent show. You, Eddie, and Steve have been chosen as the judges for the show, and it's an exciting responsibility. The venue for the show is the old barn on the property. You have carefully set up rows of chairs and cleared a decent patch of the floor to create a makeshift stage. The rustic and charming barn is adorned with twinkle lights that create a warm and cozy atmosphere. A folding table is placed before the judges, where they will take notes and make their final decisions.

As the kids prepare backstage, their nervous energy is palpable. The makeshift backstage area is just an old curtain hanging on a rod by the back right wall. You can hear the campers giggling and screaming in excitement and nervousness. Despite their jitters, they are ready to showcase their talents and make the night memorable for everyone.

You sat in the middle with Steve and Eddie on either other side of you.

“Are you going to strut your stuff up there later tonight?” you asked Eddie quietly, giggling.

To your surprise, he didn’t give you much of an answer, a grunt and a shrug of his shoulders.

That was weird; Eddie had been so warm yesterday. This was your first time seeing him today; maybe he’s tired?

You tried shaking it off, wanting to focus on the kids.

“They all did well. It was so cute to see them perform their dances and songs. One kid did a magic show, and another just showed off his rock collection. Ultimately, one of Eddie’s campers, who had a beautiful singing voice, won the talent show. As a consolation prize, everyone who participated got ice cream. After all the celebrations, everyone went to bed, and it was time for the counsellors to have their own talent show.

You're incredibly nervous this year because you have decided to do something bold. You haven’t told anyone about it, not even Nancy or Robin. It’s evident to anyone who knows you that you’ll be dancing tonight, but it’s usually a ballet number. However, tonight is different. You are determined to make your move and not waste more precious time.

You carefully rummaged through your bag, removing the skin-tight pleather black booty shorts and a shiny red, cropped tank top. You loved the way the two pieces hugged your curves, making you feel both sexy and confident.

Next, you moved to the bathroom and began styling your hair. You wanted to create a voluminous look, so you used a curling iron to add bouncy curls that cascaded down your back. You then applied makeup, starting with a base of foundation and concealer. You added smoky black eyeliner to your upper and lower lids and finished the look with bold red lipstick that made your lips pop.

As soon as you feel prepared and all set, you slip into your cozy grey sweatpants over your shorts, taking care to secure yourself from the pesky bugs outside. You then slide your feet into your sleek black dancing heels and grab your cassette tape.

Robin was the first to see you when you returned to the barn.

“Shut the fuck up; what are you doing?” she asked most affectionately. A growing smirk spreads across her face as you turn.

“You’ll see.” Your confidence was helping a little, but deep down, you were terrified. You’ve been so nervous you think you might be sick.

As the talent show kicked off, you were excited to spend the evening with Eddie, but he seemed distant. Despite your best attempts at conversation, Eddie remained quiet and disinterested in engaging with you. Later, when you tried to talk to him again, he brushed you off, leaving you feeling hurt and confused. You hoped that his behaviour was just a temporary mood, but the fear of failure lingered in the back of your mind. If the plan you had been working on together didn't come to fruition, you knew you would be mortified.

As the show went on, you unfortunately had the pleasure of going dead last. Eddie wasn’t a judge this time, but he was still sitting in the front row. Perfect.

As the host, Mike, asked for your tape to be put into the casket player, he saw your hands visibly shaking.

“Bambi, relax. It's just for fun; you do this every year. We all love your little ballerina stuff,” he smiled.

“Do I look like I’m dressed to do ballet— know what, never mind?” You didn’t mean to be snappy; Mike had always been nice to you.

As he walked out on “stage” to announce the next performance, you stepped off your sweats, pulled the zipper up the side of the black high heels and prayed that you wouldn’t fall flat on your face in front of Eddie.

“Last but certainly not least, we have a crowd favourite!” The audience, your fellow colleagues, clapped as you walked out. You heard someone whistle, most likely Robin and your stomach flip-flopped.

You walk out and face the back wall, standing in a bevel, arms hanging by your side, waiting for the chords to start.

The first notes of Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lotta Love dripped from the speakers.

Your body moved seductively once the music hit like you were in a trace performance mode.

Were you worried some of the other girls would call you a slut? Absolutely, but once the music started, all that went away.

You began dancing like you had when Eddie caught you in the studio that first day, but this time, with the hair, makeup, and shoes, you were more confident than you'd ever been.

A-way, way down inside

A-honey you need-ah

I'm gonna give you my love, ah

I'm gonna give you my love, ah oh

The rush of being on stage made you lose yourself in the routine, however the part you had been most nervous about was coming up.

A-way, way down inside

You stood facing the crowd with your head thrown back, your right hand ran down your stomach, grazing past the waistband of your shorts that hardly covered anything, down cupping your core, then slinked it back up again.

I'm gonna give ya my love

Your head snaps back up, and you took a slow strut forward.

I'm gonna give ya every inch of my love

another slow step forward

I'm gonna give ya my love

You reached your target as you slowly sank to your knees right where Eddie was sitting. Giving him a small wink before you whipped your hair, you looked back up at him through your lashes, and you saw his jaw was clenched, and his hands were balled up white-knuckling.

You reached up with a single hand and grazed it over his left thigh before slinking back down to roll away and get back to the rest of the routine.

By the time you had finished, you were out of breath. Everyone cheered, and a few whistles were made as you walked off stage, but when you looked around, Eddie was gone.

Your heart sank. The overwhelming feeling of embarrassment washed over you, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

Of course, he wouldn’t want you in that way.

You were a fool to think he ever would.

You were naive to think changing your appearance to be like the edgier sexy chicks he probably goes for. You literally pulled a Sandy for Grease. You tried putting yourself out there, doing this dance, but now you felt the tears welling up; the lump in your throat grew. You felt like an idiot.

You needed air. You took off your shoes, put your pants back on, and walked out the barn's back door.

“Bambi, wait up.”

You turn to see Billy.

“Uh, hey,” You try to keep your voice as neutral as possible, forcing yourself not to let it crack.

“You were amazing up there!” He smiled and gave an encouraging hug.

“Thanks, Coyote, that's really sweet for you to say.” You sniffled.

“Hey, are you okay?” he pulled away to see your tears threatening to leave the rims of your lash line. “No, no, it’s okay. Don’t cry; everyone thought you rocked it!” He pulled you into another comforting hug.

This was the most genuine Billy’s been with you all summer. This was the Billy you knew and loved last summer.

“You really think so?” you ask trying to pull yourself together.

“Yes! Of course; what’s gotten into you?” He looked concerned.

“Nerves, I guess.” You try to shrug it off, but you can’t shake the feeling.

“Well you did amazing, you won!” He gave me a congratulatory kiss on the cheek; it was soft and hardly grazed your skin.

“Thank you.” You pulled him in for another hug. You just needed a friend right now, and I missed this version of Billy.

“You know there is another way I can make you feel better.” He chuckled.

“And the moment ruined, ugh. Why do you do that?” he laughed as you stepped away.

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You found Cassie and the other girls back at the cabin.

“Hey guys.” You sniffled as you walked to your bed.

“Babe, you were amazing up there! Who knew you could move like that!” Clover cheered.

“You are one hot Mamma!” Nancy giggled.

“Bam, what’s wrong?” Robin asked after you hadn’t really said anything back. She came to sit beside you and wrapped her arm around your shoulder.

“It’s silly…” tears threatening to run down your cheeks once again.

“Hey, it’s just us." Nancy reached over and touched your hand.

You let out a heavy sigh.

“I feel like such an idiot! I did that whole thing to get Eddie’s attention, but he was gone before I even finished dancing.” You hid your face in your hands, too embarrassed to look at your friends.

“If you ask me, he looked like he was trying to contain himself. Girl, you did that to him with no warning! Hell, even I wanted to jump your bones just watching you.” Robin giggled.

“Really? Do you think so? You don’t think he was mad or put off? I saw his face—he looked annoyed. Like he was uncomfortable. Even earlier, he was cold to me.” You grabbed a tissue and blotted away your blackened tears.

“Nah, Bams, he looked like a man trying not to pop a boner, especially when you touched his thighs! Holy shit, I thought he would blow his load right there.”

Nancy managed to pull a laugh off of you.

“Thanks, guys; I think I'll feel better in the morning.” you sighed and gave them each a hug, then got ready for bed.

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[lesbojournals]

Please could you do a stucky x reader fic where reader gets back from a mission and Steve and Bucky missed her. This leads to them cuddling up in bed and lots of kisses and sweetness. I hope you are ok doing this. Also, your other fics are amazing xx

Missions (Stucky x Avenger!Reader)

A/N: thank you for submitting this request! i rlly like this idea >:) i hope i did it justice!

You, frankly, were exhausted. You’d been on a round the clock mission for days now, and using your powers was leaving you to feel quite tired (if you must admit). You had the time to send the occasional text to your boyfriends, but besides that, there wasn’t much time to focus on anything else but your mission. 

So when the time came and you finally got permission to go home, you were absolutely filled with glee. You had stripped down from your uniform at the Avenger’s compound, comfortable for your travel home in one of Bucky’s crewnecks and leggings. 

While you were being driven to your shared house you felt elated, jumping in your seat as the car pulled up. You could see Bucky and Steve sprinting out the door before you could even fully get out of the car, and by the time the door was shut behind you they had you in a huge group hug.

“Beautiful girl, we missed you.” Steve said, holding you close. 

Bucky wasted no time in taking you in for a kiss, letting Steve kiss up your neck as you moaned into the kiss. You jumped at the beep of the car, and so did your boyfriends.

“My stuff!” you exclaimed, and before you could get to the trunk, Steve was there, picking up your duffle bag with ease.

The car drove away as the three of you walked in the house.

“I need a shower,” You announced, “And sleep.”

Bucky winked at you with a smirk. “Want company?”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Not after what happened last time!”

The last time the three of you tried showering together you’d spent much more time than planned in the shower, simply because of the lack of space between two enormous men and yourself. You nearly died slipping from the amount of conditioner Bucky used, which led to an assortment of bottles and such raining on you (not your crazy tall boyfriends), leaving you bruised for a week. Those Costco sized shampoo bottles could do damage!

With that you hopped into the shower fast before Bucky (or Steve) could oppose, wincing at the new assortment of cuts and bruises left on you from your mission. 

“That’s rough, buddy.” You said to yourself as you cleaned the grime off your skin.

When you got out of the shower, in just a towel, both boyfriends stood waiting for you in the bathroom. 

“What the hell, guys?!”

Steve looked at you with worry, Bucky noticing your injury after the statement “What’s ‘rough, buddy?’”.

“What is this??” Steve approached, pointing at the long cut (with stitches) on your chest.

Bucky approached as well, noticing a large, discolored, bruise on your leg. “What did you do!”

“Hey!” You took a defensive step back. “Both of you out of the bathroom so I can get changed into my pajamas and then we’ll debrief. Otherwise I’m not saying shit dude, I’m not saying shit.”

Bucky and Steve knew better than to not take your threats seriously, so they reluctantly left the bathroom with angry looks on their faces.

“And you better both be in pajamas when I’m done!!” You added, yelling from the now shut door.

“Bossy.” You heard Bucky say as you slid on gym shorts.

You threw one of Steve’s shirts on. “I heard that, Barnes!”

You left the bathroom after putting your hair up for bed, entering the room that had both of your boyfriends lounging comfortably on the bed. They intentionally left a gap in between, you noticed, a perfectly you sized gap. You could also see steam coming from your favorite mug on the bedside table, smiling knowing one of them made you tea. 

“So,” Steve said, patting to the empty gap.

Bucky went straight to the point, also patting the gap. “Debrief.”

You crawled into the empty gap, telling them about your mission, your exhaustion, and the various ways you acquired your injuries. As you told your stories Steve tickled your arms, gently massaging them. Bucky went on his way to kiss each of your injuries, burying you in a fuzzy blanket and ducking underneath to continue his kisses while you talked. 

 When you finally finished, Steve pushed your head towards him for a gentle kiss. Steve was always so careful. You loved it.

A yelp escaped your mouth as Bucky nipped at part of your thigh, and you teasingly glared at him as he smirked up at you.

Bucky started to pull down your shorts. “Are you too tired for this?”

You giggled. Maybe you weren’t so exhausted after all.

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daryl to the rescue

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Daryl decided we'd go out for a run. The prison could always use more supplies and he figured he could try to bring home dinner too.

I watched as he packed the trunk of the Prius with supplies we would need, n'case we would stay overnight. The sun was shining, it was a pretty day, the grass still glistening from the morning fog. It had rained on and off here at the prison these last few days. Daryl was eager to get back out there, I knew he liked providing for the group and he liked when I could tag along, he'd grown to not like being apart from each other for long.

I walked up to him, placing my hands on my hips as I watched him slam the trunk door down, "We all set?" I smiled up at him.

He grabbed his bow that was leaning against the car and swung it over his shoulder, "Yes ma'am," He squinted his eyes as the sun beamed in his face. With a raspy voice, "you driving?"

He tossed me the keys before I could answer, I caught them, and rolled my eyes playfully, "This time, but you're driving us home." He hummed paired with a nod.

Daryl opened the driver's side for me, and I looked up at him, my eyes asking him to kiss me. He caught on and leaned down to meet my lips, but in that moment, I saw Carol walking up to us and pulled away. Daryl noticed my gaze shift and he turned around to meet her. She hugged Daryl briefly and then me. "You two be safe, ...and behave." Her tone was stern yet hinted with sarcasm. Daryl let his head fall and his hair cover his face, trying not to smirk too much.

"We behave?" I questioned, pretending to be offended by her statement; though Carol never meant any harm.

Daryl walked to the passenger side and sunk in. "See you soon.' He reassured Carol and she nodded. I closed my door and started the car and waited for Carol and Carl to open the gate, they waved us off. I watched them grow tiny in the rear view.

Me and Daryl parked the car on the side of the road a few miles out from the prison, we  ended up in the woods before midday.  Stumbling through the forest on foot, I treaded right behind Daryl, as we stayed silent amidst the trees, getting a feel of the surrounding area, not wanting to draw unwanted attention to ourselves. I watched as he led the way, looking at sticks and piles of brushed up leaves, observing them. I watched his back as he was distracted by the prints in front of him, we hadn't encountered any walkers yet and I really didn't want too. My aim was still off sometimes, walkers made me freeze up. I hated having to encounter them, at all.

"We need to find an abandoned cabin or somethin'." He mumbled. "I think I remember seeing one out this way." He pointed and began walking adjacent to the direction we were going in, I just went along with it, trusting his every intention. "Okay."

"Least somewhere we can hold up for a night." He looked back at me, his eyes met mine.

oh, I thought. He side smirked and raised a brow. chewing his bottom lip, "Let's keep moving." He hummed and I nodded.

The day was growing dark and grey clouds had infused the sky; the wind picking up in waves. The ambiance of crickets and cicadas filled the swampy air. My feet would've been killing me if I wasn't already use to it, walking, running all day.

Daryl had managed to snag a few rabbits and now we were looking for somewhere we could build a fire. Though I think he was growing weary of the weather just as I was, and we were having zero luck with finding the cabin.

Instead, we happened apon a little homemade, car, junk yard. Though the cars were either stripped of everything that made them useful or already pieces of scrap metal, maybe even from before the world went to shit. Still, it looked untouched enough. There was a chained-up storage container sitting on the far side of the yard, almost blocked by two cars mangled on top of each other. I pointed it out to Daryl. "That might be good place to sleep tonight." I whispered.

"It'll have to be," He looked up at the ever-darkening sky, "come on." he ushered me, his hand hovering the small of my back.

We approached the fenced-in plot, finding a good spot spot to sneak in through. Daryl made a hole in the fence with his bolt cutters. He pulled the chain link down as quietly as he could, though it still made noise.

With caution, we began inspecting the yard. staying close to one another. After assuming it was fine, Daryl began opening a few of the hoods of the cars, inspecting the engines for anything useful. I held my knife out in front me, in case I needed it as I kept walking ahead, wanting to get to the storage building.

I wandered up to what seemed like an untouched mini-van. It had no tires, from what I could see, but all the windows were intact, looked promising. I tried peeking through the caked-on dust and dirt, maybe even guts or blood, I failed to make anything out, so I tried wiping the window with my fist. I wiggled the handle, it was locked, weird. I yanked the handle one more time, and then CLAP.

A pale, skinny hand from inside the car hit the window hard, I flinched, it scratched and bit at the glass so hard it was making its fingertips bleed. It was loud now, and I jumped back, wanting to evacuate the scene and maybe it'd magically shut up? I took a step back into the grasp of a walker suddenly appearing from under the same mini-van, I lost my balance, and stumbled back, hitting the ground fast and hard.

I slammed my foot against the rotter over and over, but was failing to do any real damage, I heard groans coming from behind me. I glanced back quickly. Another walker was crawling out the thick grass, it appeared to have no legs and half an arm, t was close but struggling at the very least, tangling itself in the weeds. My focus shot back to the walker beneath me, it was chomping and hadn't even reached my foot yet. I began to frantically search the ground for my knife, I must've dropped it when I fell. I cursed, wanting this to end but not knowing how.

Another wandering walker's attention snapped to me and this one wasn't stuck; it started limping quickly, it's one good arm shooting out, preparing to grab me at first chance. My heart was racing faster than ever, I pleaded with myself to do something, to move. I screamed as the walker beneath me bit at my shoe, I kicked it off before it could bite through, I scrambled away in the dirt, the moans and groans from the biters around me filled my ears and all I could think of was Daryl and how I couldn't leave him, not like this.

I closed my eyes, shielding myself as the walker that was stumbling towards me got hauntingly closer. Then, in an instant the air was silenced. I watched the walker collapse on the group in front of me, A bloody arrow had pierced straight through its skull. Then another arrow went straight through the eye socket of the walker holding onto my foot. Blood leaked from both the heads in front of me, though the weak walker behind me was still struggling, but still too close for comfort. I stared at the vicious corpse, still in shock from the last few minutes.

I didn't see Daryl till he was on top the corpse in front of me, he shoved his knife down and through the walker's brain, and stabbed again and again till the head was blood and mush. Dark blood splashed his face as he did so.

I took a deep breath in, and Daryl's full attention locked on me, he snapped out of it and rushed to kneel beside me, pulling me up gently. "You okay? You're okay right? They didn't-," His breath trembled, and he looked scared; he scanned my face up and down.

My eyes locked to his as they trained my face. "I'm okay, I'm good," my words wearier than my breathing, my body slightly shaking in the rush of it all, "they didn't- I'm okay." Tears formed in my eyes. I cupped the side of his face with my hand as I shook my head in reassurance. "I'm okay." He touched his forehead to mine and then wrapped his arm around my whole body, holding me tight. We lingered in the embrace, I wanted him to never let me go, and then it began to thunder. Daryl broke away first and looked around. "Let's get inside."

We hadn't even scoped out the container due to my little damsel in distress moment. but it didn't matter anymore, we were sleeping in that thing no matter what.

Rain began to poor, the dirt on our skin rinsing off, our hair dripping onto our faces; we hurried over to the storage container. Daryl puller out his bolt cutters swiftly and broke through the chains with ease, that, or he just made it look easy. He slid the door open slowly and it was dark inside but not so much so we couldn't see in it. I stepped forward but his arm shot in front of me, holding me back. He looked me up and down, "Uhh uh, No way." He murmured.

I didn't say anything. He grabbed a flashlight out his bag and stepped inside. It beamed through the shadows. He peaked around and made sure no dead would pop out the corners. He signaled for me that it was safe, and I stepped inside. He came to close the door behind me, shoving a metal rod through the handles.

I think it was safe to say we hit the jackpot. The container had shelves on either side, it was partially stocked with a decent amount of can goods, we found a first aid kit, and even a few boxes of ammo. I noticed some cardboard boxes that looked straight out of somebody's Saturday morning garage sale.

They were filled with ghosts of the past. I found someone's family photos, baby clothes and even toys. I stuffed my bag with anything I could fit in it. Some of these things would be useful to Judith and this helped me feel useful.

The place had a box full of beeswax candles, the kind you use when the power goes out. Daryl had a lighter handy, so we lit some and put them on the shelves to lighten the place up so we wouldn't trip on ourselves.

I then lay out us out a cot with a double sleeping bag, I tossed my favorite blanket I tote with me on every run as a finishing touch. It looked good enough. Daryl had opened a few of the cans and that's what we ate for dinner. No fire for the rabbits, what a bummer. (I was not bummed.)

We ate quietly. The groans coming from outside disappeared, though the rain only got harder and maybe that's why. We were closed in, nothing was getting in.

We huddled around our one lantern, and each ate a can of green peas. I finished the can and set it on the shelve just above my head. I looked over at Daryl who was also finishing up. He set his can down, away from the sleeping bed.

"Thank you, for earlier," I whispered, "I dunno why, I just froze." I started, wanting to make an excuse for my helplessness. "I shouldn't of-"

"Don't do that." He cut me off, shaking his head. "Nothing happened, and you're okay."

"I put us in danger." I retorted. I never wanted to put Daryl in danger, and he was so much better at the whole apocalypse thing than me.

"Hey, hey, look at me," He hummed, his tone smooth. I met his longing gaze. "we're in danger just by being out here, so it doesn't matter." He took my hand in his, our fingers intertwined. "I would never let anythin' happen to you... no matter what. It's you over everything, over everyone. You know that, right?" The look on his face was coated with sincerity, the flickering lights from the candles bounced on his skin. He was emulating complete and utter warmth.

If it wasn't for Daryl today, I might've ended up walker food. I replayed the moment in my head, the guilt still eating at me, "I never want anything to happen to you." I managed to choke out. I rested my forehead on his shoulder. he took me into his embrace, I squeezed him, and he squeezed back, tighter.

I thought about the man beside me, how he defended me and loved me. He'd take a bullet for me, and we both knew that. But did he know I would do the same for him though?

"I'm not going anywhere." He whispered. I glanced back up at him and pulled his face down to kiss me, brushing my lips to his, he placed his hand on my hip. I broke away for a moment, our eyes pulled together. Wanting to top that, but he crashed his lips to mine.

My hands snaked around his neck, and as our kiss grew more heated, he pulled me on top of him. His hands roamed my body, trying to make skin to skin contact. I ripped my jacket off, not even daring to break the kiss, my hands found their way back around his neck. He tried pulling me closer, grinding my hips below his torso. I ripped right through his vest, leaving him exposed. He smirked, trying to catch his breath, he pulled at my shirt, wanting it gone. He got it over my head and threw it away. He started kissing my neck and biting me softly. I loved when he did that. But I wanted his mouth on mine, and I tilted my head with his, he let my lips touch his and they moved in sync.

Our mouths stayed glued together as I fiddled with his belt and zipper. It didn't take long for me to find his hard-on, I rubbed him gently through his briefs, he groaned. I lifted up off him and removed my shorts, He moved my underwear to the side, and his own down, his cock shot up and his fingers grazed my warmth making sure I was wet. He hummed when he touched me, growing more eager to stick it in. He held his cock in place as I eased onto it. Letting out a breath of pleasure as I felt him enter me.

he started guiding my hips, rocking me back and forth, Daryl loved being in control, even if I was the one on top. He bit his lip, trying not to moan. His dick pushed deeper into me, and I couldn't help but make noise. I brought my lips to his, thinking it would mask my cries. It got harder as we sunk into each other. Whimpers leaving my throat, moans escaping through our kiss. He pushed me down, bucking his hips, I straddled him, and he wrapped his arms around my back, switching our position. He was on top now and I was floating below him. My shoulders barely touching the ground, He rested on his knees, his hands clinging to my waist, he began pounding into me. I whined as I felt his tip hit my cervix over and over again.

His breathing was heavy, and he cursed under his breath, He leaned in, my whole body on the ground now, my legs wrapped around his torso as he wrapped his arms around me. All I could do was plead with my whines. We were so passionate, yet making love with such haste like we didn't have all night. Daryl just knew what he was doing; and no one, not even before, could make me feel this good. I cursed under my breath as my body began to fill with pleasure, my nails digging into his skin, he knew I was close and sped up, with every thrust I could feel my climax getting closer. I bit his shoulder, if I made any more noise, I might attract walkers. his rapid breathing heavy in my ear, he sucked on my neck and left kisses in-between.

In the midst of our passion, Daryl pulled out and released onto my stomach, my release following, my chest was heaving up and down as I laid there on the cot. Daryl whipped the sweat from his brow and stood up, grabbing my shirt and shorts for me. He kissed me slowly as he handed me my things, and then kissed my forehead.

I put my clothes back on and he buttoned his vest back up, he laid down beside me, his head resting on his arms. and I followed, resting my head on his bicep, he pulled me in, I could still feel the heat steaming off his skin, he still had a few breaths to catch, I smiled at him, "I've been thinking about doing that all damn day." He admitted. He wrapped his body around mine and we just laid there, listening to the heavy rain on the metal roof. We started drifting off and fell asleep in each other's arms.

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[smutinlove]

Draco Malfoy x female reader smut Requested by Jas, again. 😶🖕

Your last name is Potter. So you're Harry's sister lmao.

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You were sitting next to your brother when you had heard the annoying yet dreamy voice of your secret boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.

"Oh, look! It's the two pot heads sitting next to each other!" He and his friends laughed.

"Piss off, Malfoy." Harry said as he rolled his eyes. "No, I think YOU should fuck off. Oh, Y/N, is he always this insufferable?" Malfoy asked you with a grin on his face. He lifted your chin.

"Get your filthy hands off me." You slapped his hand away. "Woah! Y/N Potter is angry!" He laughed. Malfoy looked at you, and he whispered in your ear, "Slytherin common room. One a.m." You watched as he left.

"Y/N," you turned your attention to Harry. "What did that asshole tell you?" He asked. "Nothing." Harry nodded. You sighed in relief. The chosen one who chose not to pry in further. You secretly thanked him for that. ---

It was one am. Harry was sleeping. You digged through his trunk and found his invisibility cloak. You threw it over yourself and grabbed your wand.

You quickly yet quietly ran to to Slytherin common room. You took off the cloak and found Malfoy there with his arms crossed. "You're late." He said with a frown. "Sorry." You muttered.He led you in the common room and into his room.

"Y/N, I don't wanna keep our relationship a secret anymore." He blurted out. "I-I'm not sure, Draco." You said.

He tilted his head, "Why? The war is over. No one can stop us." He planted a soft kiss on your lips. "I know." You kissed him back this time. More passionately.

You unbuttoned his white shirt. "You sure you wanna do this?" He asked. "Yes." You replied. He picked you up and placed you on the bed. He kissed down your neck, leaving marks. He started to strip off his own clothes as well, unbuttoning his shirt and kicking off his shoes.

He was on top of you again, his kisses hungry and rough, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as he let out a low growl.He removed your pants and rubbed his cock against your thigh.

He picked down your neck, kissing and sucking hard enough to leave hickies.

Draco looked up at you, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide. You gasped when you felt his fingers on your clit. He rubbed in small circles and you moaned and bucked your hips. He slowly pushed a finger inside, making you whine as you tried to move against it, needing more.

He added another finger, his thrusts slow but deep and curling inside to rub your g-spot.

You came hard, your legs shook as you let out a loud moan. You panted as he removed his fingers. Draco flipped you onto your stomach. He rubbed the head of his cock at your entrance, pushing it in just a little. You gasped and your walls squeezed around him, trying to push him further. He pulled out before pushing back in. He gripped your hips as he moved in faster. You gasped and mewled, biting down your lip as your body shook. He felt so big and you couldn't believe how good it felt. Draco continued to thrust into you, his hips moving faster, moving deeper inside you.

"Cum in me!" You said with a low moan. He snarled and slammed into you hard, making you cry out in pleasure. You gripped the sheets, whining as his cock rubbed against your g-spot. You were getting closer and closer every second.He pulled out and flipped you over again, slamming back into you harder. You cried out, arching your back as he continued to thrust in and out of you. He pulled out. "Suck." He said. You opened your mouth and he shoved his cock in. You moaned around him as he fucked your face, pushing his cock deep in before pulling out to let you breathe. You sucked him like a popsicle, swirling your tongue around the tip, lapping up the precum as you looked up at him. He grabbed you by the back of your head and shoved himself back down your throat. You moaned around him, taking him as far as you could go. "You're so good at this." He grunted. You blushed and he chuckled. He removed himself from your mouth and pinned your hands above your head, pinning them down with one hand while the other held your chin. He rubbed the head of his cock at your entrance again and pushed back inside you. He fucked you hard, making you feel like jelly, his cock slamming against every nerve.He kissed you again, his lips hungry and rough. You moaned against his mouth as your walls clenched around him. You came.

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The next day, you two entered the great hall hand-in-hand. "Y/N, what the hell?!" You heard your brother say angrily.

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I am so fucking tired.

[funnyjb]

Lucky

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It was Thursday night and you were sitting in your dorm washing away of boredom from your homework you had due in a few days. You decided to get it done so you wouldn’t have more work but here you are not understanding physics on a Thursday night. You were clicking your pen trying to figure out a question when your phone rang. It was your boyfriend, Joe.

“Hey Joey!”-you

“Hi baby! What are you doing?”-joe

“Well, I’m trying to figure out a question to my really boring physics homework, you?”-you

“Haha, well I’m just on my way back from practice and I’m in your area and I want to see you.”-joe

“Well, how about I meet you down in front of my building in a minute? Are you close?”-you

“I am actually, I’m looking at your window right now.”- joe chuckles

“What!”-you

You stormed off your spinning chair and to your window over looking your campus and your college park. The only person you see is Joe. He looks up at your window and waves.

“Haha you weirdo! I will see ya in a minute.”-you

“K! I will be here waiting.”-joe

You ended the call and quickly grabbed your coat before opening your door and running down the stairs to the front door. As you open the big glass doors the night crisp air hits your face instantly sending chills all through out your body and making your cheeks rosy pink.

“Hey you!”-you

You ran up and kissed him

“So, I’m kind of craving ice cream, want to go get some?”-you

“Y/n,it’s 40 degrees outside.”-joe

“Ok, then we will get hot chocolate too!”-you

“Haha, fine.”-joe

“Yay!”-you

You took his hand and led him the way to ice cream shop just off of campus.

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“Is it good?”-joe

“Yep! Hows your mint chocolate chip?”-you

“Awesome! Way better than your strawberry ice cream.”-joe

“Yeah, yeah, sure burrow.”-you

He looked at you and gave a short little snort laugh which made you laugh.

“So, I want to talk to you about something.”-joe

“Uh oh.”-you

“No, no, it’s nothing bad y/n, I promise.”-joe

“Oh ok.”-you

“Ok, so I know you know that I want to transfer and get into a better program for football. Well I got an email from LSU saying that they want me.”-joe

“What! Joe that’s amazing!”-you

You pulled him in for a tight hug.

“Yeah…it is.”-joe

You noticed the sad look on Joe

“Hey, what’s wrong?”-you

“Leaving means we have to do long distance and I don’t want to be away from you.”-joe

“Oh… I haven’t thought about that.”-you

“I really don’t want to leave you y/n.”-joe

“I know, I don’t want you to leave either, but this is the best decision for you and I know you will do great things.”-you

“Yeah…I know.”-joe

“But, this is the best thing for you and I know you will do amazing because your Joe mf burrow. And I will come visit you all the time.”-you

“Yeah, you’re right.”-joe

“I will always be there for you Joe, forever.”- you

You then went in for a sweet peck on the lips

“I am so lucky I get to call you mine.”- joe

“Yeah, you are pretty lucky.”- you chuckle

Joe pulls you into his side and gives you a kiss on the head.

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A couple weeks later

“You got everything?”- robin

“Yeah.”- joe said closing his dads trunk

Robin then pulled Joe into a hug and said her goodbye.

Today Joe was leaving for Louisiana to go to LSU. I was so proud of him but also sad he is leaving.

They pulled away and Joe turned towards me.

Joe instantly wrapped his arms around my waist as I wrapped my arms around his stomach.

“I’m going to miss you so much JB.”- you

“I will miss you more y/n.”- joe

Tears started rolling down my face.

“You are going to do amazing Joey and I will come visit whenever I can, ok? Just don’t go hurting yourself.”-you

“I won’t I promise, and thank you.” - joe

“Thank you for what?”- you

“For always being there for me y/n. You are always there to bring me up and I love you so much.”- joe

He kissed you

“I love you more QB.”- you

“Oh, and don’t forget to hit up the strip clubs! I heard they are a big hit in Baton Rouge.”- you

“Oh please, you know I only have eyes for you baby.”- joe winked

“Good! Testing ya!”- you laugh

You kissed one last time and he went off. You said your goodbye to Robin and walked back to your dorm. As you were walking in the park your phone rang. It was Joe.

“Miss me already?”- you

“More than you will ever know.”- joe

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Authors note: haven’t posted in awhile! Hope u like it!💕🤞

[dabilove27]

Character: Joey Wheeler

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Public masturbation, Male Masturbation, Joey is depicted as 21+, Not Beta'd. If I missed anything let me know!

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Hello hello! So this is a bit different from what I normally do so please excuse it if it's horrific. This comes from a lovely requester who wishes to remain anonymous. Here is the request: "For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Joey Wheeler (aged up) but with public nudity please? In the story, he gets the idea to try walking through downtown Domino City late at night wearing nothing but his birthday suit. You can decide on where he'd go, but I'd like it if Joey was focused on walking through without anyone catching him also masturbating/cumming along the way." I hope you like it!!

other a/n: my dumbass had to keep editing this aye aye aye

Joey perceived himself as a daring risk-taker, always ready to face danger with no second thoughts. As he entered adulthood following high school, he remained labeled as reckless by others. However, as Joey entered his early adult years, he carried a secret within him. His constant drive to push his boundaries led to a diminished excitement for ordinary experiences.

Joey was uncertain about the process through which he realized that this was his area of expertise.

It started on a scorching summer day when he set out for the pool unaccompanied. The sparkling sun drenched the area in a golden light, its rays softly brushing against his skin. Lacking ambitious aspirations, he merely craved the soothing comfort of the sun. Strangely, not a single person was there on this beautiful summer day.

Rather than going into the bathroom to change, Joey took a risk and changed right there, in the open air. A powerful voice of persuasion boldly called to him. A combination of fear and excitement filled him as he removed his clothes.

Joey's heart throbbed as he rapidly stripped off his shirt and shorts, attempting to be swift and unnoticeable. A surge of adrenaline washed over him as he reveled in the thrill of engaging in forbidden activities. The voice he heard in his head gave him confidence that he would go unnoticed.

After changing and getting into his swim trunks, Joey felt sweat rolling down his forehead. With a nervous glance, he quickly checked to see if anyone had caught sight of his unconventional actions. The pool remained quiet, with no one in sight.

Despite feeling uncomfortable and always being concerned about getting caught, Joey found a sense of liberation. Being bound by societal expectations had been his reality, but this rebellious act briefly liberated him. His inner voice muttered words of encouragement, compelling him to embrace his genuine self.

With a surge of confidence, Joey descended to the pool, prepared to express his true self. With the weight of secrecy gone, he felt a newfound sense of empowerment. He finally accepted that the little voice in his head had been right all along. He was ready to face the consequences of his actions, knowing that he wouldn't be discovered.

As Joey leapt into the invigorating pool, he could feel a surge of courage and determination propelling him forward. The voice in his head had become a powerful force, motivating him to break free from societal conventions and embrace his true identity. From that moment forward, he embraced the voice that resonates deep within him, promising to follow its guidance as it led him towards a life of genuine purpose.

It was a sequence of events that led Joey down an unexpected path, eventually resulting in him finding refuge in an alley where he could savor the refreshing coolness of the evening air in Domino City.

Something had unexpectedly motivated him that evening, which led to his actions. The voice he heard at the pool years ago might have caused this sensation. In a swift motion, he untangled himself from his jeans and allowed them to cascade down, landing softly on the earth, all while the crisp air of early fall danced teasingly across his legs.

A surge of adrenaline coursed through Joey, making his heart pound. Intensifying the sensation, the cool air sent shivers down his spine. A surge of electricity seemed to have sparked his senses, awakening every nerve ending in his body.

With his jeans pooled around his ankles, Joey stood there, overwhelmed by the weight of his past and the uncertainty of his future. The memory of that voice, from two years ago, lingered in his thoughts, urging him to heed his gut feelings, abandon the ordinary, and embrace the unexplored.

As the city lights shone brightly, the alley came to life, with long shadows that waltzed gracefully across the brick walls. Excitement and a touch of anxiety made Joey's legs tremble as he stood there, bare-skinned. The sensation of the crisp air on his skin was both invigorating and unsettling, a physical manifestation of his decision to step outside his comfort zone.

Joey's inhibitions gradually faded away with every passing moment, leaving him with a fresh feeling of liberation. Allowing himself a moment to take a deep breath, he embraced the coolness of the evening air that entered his lungs, providing an additional boost of invigoration. By placing his jeans on the ground, he metaphorically shed the weight of societal expectations, visually expressing his yearning to embrace the uncharted path that lies ahead.

In the alley, Joey's veins pulsed with a wave of courage and determination. The chilly wind acted as a catalyst, igniting his spirit and increasing his curiosity. Wasting no time, he took off his shirt and boxers. Aware of his vulnerability, he realized that this moment held the potential for self-reinvention and the revelation of his deepest desires.

As the days grew shorter and autumn arrived, the gentle breeze continued to brush against his legs, as if inviting him to embark on fresh adventures and explore his true self. Joey closed his eyes, fully immersing himself in the sensation, and silently vowed to obey the persistent voice that had haunted him for years. With a fresh perspective on life, he courageously moved ahead, leaving his clothes and venturing into the unknown, fully prepared to embrace whatever came his way.

A refreshing coolness fills the air. The gentle wind rustles through the trees, creating a soothing melody. With the perfect weather in place, Joey's plan is ready for success. Domino City holds no secrets for him, as he is intimately familiar with its every corner and neighborhood. It's the prime spot to begin his voyeuristic quest, where he can surreptitiously observe the unfolding scenes around him.

Joey leisurely starts his stroll, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of the wind against his bare skin, while he meanders towards the pathway that encircles the deserted lake. The rush he feels from the anticipation of being caught pushes him onwards, compelling him to stay watchful for any sudden nocturnal wanderers that may cross his path.

Even though ten minutes had elapsed, Joey had encountered no one at all. Not discouraged, he persisted through the eerie stillness of the night, cautiously navigating around abandoned vehicles, his heart racing with every step. The expectation of a potential individual inside the car caused an adrenaline rush, leading to unpredictable bodily responses. Sensing the need for haste, he hastily sought sanctuary in an industrial area, desperately yearning for a moment of relaxation.

Eventually, he finds the perfect hiding spot concealed behind a tall oak tree, where the moonlight filters through the leaves. With a careful balance of openness and seclusion, the environment allows Joey to explore his desires freely without worrying about unwanted attention. Deliberately, he reaches down, his hand encountering the velvety texture and warmth of his manhood, causing a tingle of anticipation to travel down his back. While he strokes back and forth, a euphoric symphony escapes his mouth, blending with the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of birds, forming a seductive melody in the embrace of nature.

With each stroke, Joey could see the pearlescent pre-cum glistening on the tip of his cock, heightening his pleasure. With each movement, a cacophony of loud, wet sounds filled the surrounding space. Lost in the sensation, he couldn't help but moan audibly as his hand traced the contours of his firm stomach.

Sensing the release was imminent, Joey quickened his pace, eager to reach it. His forehead and chest glistened with perspiration as small beads of sweat formed in response to the heat.

With each moan, Joey became less and less hesitant.

Joey firmly gripped his hands around his throbbing member, his fingers tightly encasing the pulsating shaft. His moans grew more intense and resonated throughout the room with every powerful thrust. The air carried a distinct scent of longing, blending with the intoxicating aroma of sweat. His lips, slightly parted, released a series of breathy exclamations, punctuated by the occasional whispered “oh fuck.”

Joey couldn’t hold it anymore and a sudden exclamation escaped his lips, “Ah, F-Fuck!” To ease himself, he expelled a significant load onto the grass, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.

Before finally going back to get his clothes, Joey lingers for a while, savoring the moment with a hint of reluctance.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Mr Big - An Angel Reyes/Reader One Shot Story.

So that gif yesterday on the drabble I did prompted this filth. Enjoy, besties! 

Words - 1,854

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

“I’m curious, Angel.”

“Yeah? What about?”

“About that big dick swagger of yours. I’m wondering just how big it is, because if it measures up with the rest of you then damn, I bet you’d give me a hell of a good time.”  

It was the above exchange that had him laughing, almost bashful for a moment, and definitely taken aback at a woman matching him for being forward. You had game in shades, and he appreciated that.  

It was also what led to the words that suddenly upped the ante in your not so subtle flirting. “Then why don’t you take me home and find out?”  

You agreed. Of course, you did. Would Mr Big match up? Well, at 6ft 3, with his back and chest as wide as a highway, and arms like tree trunks, you certainly hoped so. 

After a short bike ride to your place, the mid-afternoon sun warming your skin, you arrive at your home, Angel on you even before you’re through the front door.  

“God damnit, I want you so badly,” he tells you between kisses, making short work of your clothes, his hands stroking blazing paths of heat over you. “I nearly pulled over three times to fuck you right there at the side of the highway against my bike. Fucking devil woman.”  

“I so wouldn’t have stopped you.” It’s a frenzy of feverish kisses, panting in exertion as he strips you naked, your trembling hands unbuttoning his shirt as he lets his kutte fall to the floor, the shirt following, the heat of his skin a decadent blaze against yours as your hands travel over him. He feels even better than he looks, your tongue running up his chest as your hands squeeze his broad back.

Sitting down on the blanket box at the foot of your bed, you scatter open-mouthed kisses full of hunger over his abs, your tongue wetting the line of dark hair leading down from his navel, unfastening his belt. You are greedy in your pursuit of revealing what thickens beneath the jeans you grasp at next, your mouth salivating, aching to pry it loose and swallow it down. What greets you, though, when a combined effort between you has rendered him naked, well...

“Jesus fucking Christ.”  

Angel snorts softly with laughter at both your words and the look of shock upon your face. “Yeah, that’s the standard reaction.” Your Mr Big is more like Mr Absolutely Fucking Massive. He’s just about to ask if you need a minute when you wrap a hand around his thick shaft, bringing your mouth to the tip, kissing just once, your tongue circling slowly, dragging a rumble from him that is sharp-edged.  

Taking him back, you feel him twitch in your mouth, your fingers stroking over his abs, your jaw strained with the effort, his hands soft in your hair, thumbs stroking your cheekbones. The muscles tighten beneath your fingertips, his breath hitching in his throat as the wet drag of your mouth has heat misting through him.  

A few more passes over him with your mouth has him shaking, his groans all smoke and rasp, his hands tightening in your hair, pulling back from you. “I don’t want you to, but you gotta stop, or I’ll blow my load. Fuck, that pretty mouth is too good.” His dark eyes pool with waves of lust as he lays you back on the bed, your mouth placing kisses across his wide chest, a flick of your tongue and a bite to his nipple making him moan, big hands smoothing down your thighs, his lips meeting your neck.

Oh, his weight on top of you. God, you never thought something as simple as being pressed beneath him would feel quite that good. “Fuck, these tits,” he breathes, propping himself up on his forearm, using his other hand to stroke you. “Fucking beautiful.” His head drops, his mouth covering your nipples in the wet suck of his mouth in turn, tongue circling each bud, the briefest hint of teeth jolting you with a quiver, his lips returning to yours, your kisses all syrupy sin, the feel of his cock skimming against your folds causing you to whimper.  

“Damn, baby,” he breathes, kissing your neck, his hands running through your hair and down your arms, stoking you with pure glittering ecstasy as he shifts his hips, the tip of his hardness meeting your dewy entrance. “You got no idea how much I wanna just push right up inside you, feel that hot little pussy gripping on me, shit.” He begins kissing down your body, tongue swiping over your sternum, hands pressing your thighs wider apart. “I gotta wreck you with my tongue first, though.”  

He descends between your legs, the smell of your womanhood intoxicating to him, any little acts of tease he might’ve inflicted soon abandoned, especially after swiping his thumb through your folds, spreading the little gathering of slick as he brings his mouth to them, tongue pressing firmly, gliding in a long, slow lick. “Fuck me, mamas. You taste beautiful.” His praise, followed by another sumptuously thorough swipe of his tongue has tingles glimmering through you, the pleasure so gorgeously thorough, you feel like if this is just the start of it, your brain might be short-circuiting by the time he’s done.  

The drag of his tongue in repeated licks over your clit has you sparking, your fingers tangling in his silky black hair, little cries filling the air, the filthy indulgence bestowed on you causing lightning to flicker at the base of your spine. His mouth is all relentless hunger, sucking on you, stroking your folds before pushing two fingers inside of you, circles of purely sinful heat laved over your clit, his fingertips seeking out every last nerve ending within you, stroking slowly, rubbing utter bliss as he smiles against you, your wail feral and coarse.  

“Fuck, baby. This pretty little pussy is getting so wet. Mmmm, I can’t wait to feel you cum all over my tongue.” he groans, sucking you hard, the tip of his tongue beating over your clit at speed, your legs shaking violently as you pant breathlessly. The intensity burns down to your very bones, heat skittering through your veins, until it’s blooming wildly, all the colours of summer bursting behind your closed eyelids.  

He grants no clemency from the hypnotic beat of his tongue over your bud in the wake of your undoing, tasting your hot, pink folds with swirls and flickers as you gush onto his lips, his beard wet with your nectar as he sucks a mouthful of your cunt, your hands tight in his hair as you feel the coil within you tightening again.  

Needing you, he emerges, your belly kissed by wettened lips before his mouth is on yours, his cock bumping against you in his blinding need to join you, grunting with light annoyance at the miss. Frustration and want flashes his eyes, his teeth prickling your nipple as you raise your hips to him, facilitating his body to align perfectly with yours, your muscles bouncing with lustful quakes as with one fluid push, he’s within you, parting your heat, and god... he feels more incredible than you ever imagined he would.    

You’re skewered on him, feeling boneless against him as his mouth buries at your neck. The pressure and power of him within is like taking an entire storm inside you, his hips rutting eagerly as he reaches your summit, bottoming out and dragging back, your cunt hugging him greedily in desperation for him to do it again, fill you wantonly and make you whole.  

Stars explode through your groin, a knife edge of pleasure ripping through you, your hands stroking his face as he continues to kiss you, all fire, sin and honey, cusses tumbling from his lips as your soaking core grips around him. You hang onto him as he spears you so deep your stomach shudders, legs and arms clinging on around his bulk as he begins to quicken, his mouth back on yours as his fingers graze your scalp and comb through your hair.  

The feel of him rutting against you, dragging wetness from your cunt with every thrust, your dew bathing his cock entirely, you finally slacken and relax, moving fluidly against him as you pant against his shoulder, his mouth finding yours and stealing hot kisses from your lips.  

He is tight and heavy within you, imposing and unimaginable in size and prowess, the power and rhythm of his fuck making you dizzy and drunk on him, his big hands grasping your face as your tongues entwine, his teeth then grazing your lower lip.

A grumbled groan wells in his throat, hips jerking and sending him deeper, your walls clenching around him instinctively, a whimper fluttering over your lips as he drags sparks through you, pleasure taking root and coiling around the base of your spine like a vine about to ascend. You thought taking such a huge cock would be painful, but god, how thoroughly he prepared you to be split so wide, breeched so deep, and fuck, how he knows exactly how to evoke absolutely nothing but the burning sparks of utter bliss.

He begins to pound into you with unhinged vigour and boundless determination, syrupy bliss stirred in your loins, your hands running down his wide, tattooed back and delighting in the feel of every rise and fall of his chiselled, bulky muscles, drinking him in, savouring how fucking perfect the moment is, how no one has ever felt better inside you than him.  

His voracious dominance overwhelms you entirely, your body once again tensing around him as you chase your release, wanting to drag the same from him into you, your bodies colliding wildly as you pant and groan like animals in heat, everything frenzied and fervid.  

You’re away from yourself, floating adrift, lost in the mist until his thunder brings you home, is your anchor pulling your back, the lightning shooting your spine awakening you into full bloom around him, an almost wounded cry leaving your open mouth as your nails claw his shoulders and rake his back. His uncontained hips piston his crest, his cock spurting into you deep, so deep with every wave of release he groans through, thick and hot, like what he leaves of himself within your pulsing walls, utterly spent.  

He moves gently in the wake of all that was urgent and barbarous, his cock twitching within your heat before he becomes still, gazing down at you as your breathing steadies, eyes so bright it’s as if stars fell into his blown pupils. He lays his forehead to yours, fingertips trailing your cheeks, sweaty and breathless.  

“So, I live up to my swagger, right?” Of course, he’d ask that. Of course, he would.  

You smile, kissing him, gently nibbling his lower lip. “Hmm, maybe show me again, just so I can be sure?”

He shrugs lightly, fingertips tracing beads of sweat upon your clavicles, leaning to kiss your throat a couple of times. “Seems only fair.”  

[strandnreyes]

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He’s just putting the turkey burgers on when TK slips out the back door in a pair of navy trunks with a white stripe down the side that leave little to the imagination. Carlos would feel like he shouldn’t be looking if he knew TK wasn’t purposefully putting on a show.

TK pauses at the patio furniture that’s closest to the grill, stripping off his shirt and dropping his towel to the table. There’s a faint scar on his chest that Carlos didn’t notice earlier and he frowns at the sight of it.

“Call me when the food’s done?” TK requests.

“Sure,” Carlos says casually, looking away from TK and back to his plate of onions, cherry tomatoes, and peppers. He starts spearing them onto the skewer and placing them on the grill, the uniform pattern keeping him from watching TK walk away in those shorts.

He finishes just in time to see TK swan dive into one end of the pool and then beautifully breaststroke to the other end. Carlos wonders if he swam in school or if all the time he spends out here has led him to perfect the craft. He swims the length of the pool a few more times and then hops onto the floatie, letting himself lay out as the sun makes the water droplets on his chest glisten.

Carlos scrambles to flip his kebabs before the smell of burnt onion alerts everyone to his distraction.

He manages to keep his focus as he flips the burgers and eventually takes them off. He disappears inside and through the window, sees TK still on the floatie. After taking the homemade fries out of the oven, he assembles the burgers and takes everything to the table, going to get TK while Owen and Gwyn make their way to the dining room.

Carlos calls to him as he opens up the back door, but the flamingo is empty and Carlos sighs as he starts making his way to the water that TK is swimming laps in again.

“TK?” Carlos says, louder this time.

His head pops back to the surface just at the edge where Carlos stands. “Yeah?” he asks, looking up at Carlos through his drops of water on his lashes.

“Dinner,” Carlos tells him a little impatiently. He knows TK knows why he’s over here.

“Oh,” TK grins. “Right.”

Without warning, he plants his hands on the tile and hoists his body of the water. A few stray drops land on Carlos and he subconsciously takes a step back as TK comes to stand right in front of him. His bicep flexes—showing off his SOS tattoo—as he lifts his arm to rub the water from his eye.

And then Carlos makes the mistake of continuing his downward gaze and jesus fuck if these shorts left little to the imagination when they were dry, they’re downright obscene as the water causes them to cling. TK might as well be standing naked in front of him right now with the outline in his shorts.

Carlos’ mouth turns dry.

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[bad-fucking-omens]

The Witch Twin (Alec V. x OC) - Chapter 8 - Welcome

Summary: When I thought about my future, I was sure that I had the rest of my life vaguely planned out.

Then, my older sister moved up from Arizona to stay with us — and turned my entire life upside down.

I had no idea just how bad it had gotten until I was standing in a castle in Italy, convinced that I was about to die.

Length: 3.2K words (Complete fic 71.8K words)

Fic warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, death, explicit smut (M/F), referenced/implied past child abuse, emotional manipulation by sibling

Chapter warnings: None

Read on AO3 or read below

8. WELCOME

I woke up just as the private jet was about to land in Florence, Italy. My eyes fluttered open and I lifted my head from Alec’s shoulder. He smiled at my tired expression and deftly brushed my hair away from where it had fallen across my face.

“Good morning,” he murmured softly.

“Is it morning?” I asked.

Alec’s smile grew. “No. It’s about seven in the evening. The sun is just starting to set.”

He lifted the shade that covered the window next to him. Golden light spilled into the dim cabin and I leaned closer to him to look out of the window.

“It’s so beautiful. . . .”

I could see the entire, large city of Florence beneath us. The Renaissance-style buildings were all varying shades of pale yellow and beige and white, their roofs all lined with terracotta-colored tiles. The basilica cathedral in the center of the city stood above all of the other buildings. A river ran through the city and mountains surrounded the city on one side.

“It is,” Alec agreed. He looked away from the city to look at me. He trailed his cool fingertips along my cheek. “But not as beautiful as you.”

I smiled at him and kissed his cheek. “You’re so sweet.”

“Only for you,” he whispered teasingly. I laughed and laid my head on his shoulder again. Alec hummed and rested his head against mine, taking my hand and linking our fingers together just as the plane began to descend.

Alec carried my suitcase for me as we walked down the stairs from the jet onto the pavement. He took my hand in his again and led me across the landing strip, through the airfield, to the small parking lot nearby. He put my suitcase in the front-trunk of a white Lamborghini. I smirked and raised an eyebrow at him. Alec simply grinned and moved around the car to open my door for me. He closed the door once I was seated and got into the driver’s seat. He took my hand again once he started the car and began driving.

“How far are we from Volterra?” I asked, looking out of the dark-tinted window and watching the gorgeous Italian countryside pass by.

“About half an hour,” he replied.

I nodded, though I could feel the anxiety begin to crawl under my skin at the thought of returning to the place where I thought I would die. Alec rubbed circles on the back of my hand with his thumb and said, “Eve, I promise that everything will be okay. I will be right by your side the whole time, and I would never allow you to be harmed in any way — not that anyone would dare to harm you. You have nothing to worry about, my love.”

My heartbeat slowed as my nerves settled. I looked at Alec and smiled gratefully. “Thank you.”

He smiled back at me and squeezed my hand gently, linking our fingers together. He said, “Aro requested that I bring you directly to see the masters when we arrive. Aro wants to greet you properly, as my mate.”

“You’ll be with me?”

“Of course,” he said. Alec lifted my hand up to his mouth and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of my hand.

Alec drove through the gates of the city. I looked around at the Tuscan-style buildings as he drove carefully through the narrow streets. Volterra was even more beautiful than I remembered, especially now that the streets weren’t flooded with people dressed in red and I wasn’t worried about my sister reaching Edward in time or worried about both of us dying.

The castle where the Volturi resided finally came into view. Alec brushed his thumb along the back of my hand as my anxiety spiked again and my stomach twisted uncomfortably. The wrought-iron gates to the castle opened to allow the car past the tall, pale stone walls. Alec pulled the car into a part of the castle that turned out to be a garage filled with expensive, European sports cars. He parked in a spot near the doors that led inside the castle.

We got out of the car. Alec grabbed my suitcase from the trunk, then took my hand in his once again. He led me into the castle, to the lobby where the receptionist was sitting behind her tall, wooden desk.

“Welcome back, Alec . . . Eve,” Gianna said with a smile.

Alec led me past her, ignoring her without a second glance. Halfway through the hallway that led to the throne room, Alec stopped walking. He drew me into his arms and held me against his body. I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest, winding my arms around his waist.

“Do you feel a little less anxious, now?” Alec murmured softly. I nodded. He hummed and kissed the top of my head.

“Alec.”

We broke apart from each other and turned towards the voice. Jane was standing a few feet away from us, dressed in a knee-length, black, sleeveless dress with her hair tied back in a simple plait. Her face was neutral, until she met my gaze. Then, her eyes narrowed slightly at me. Instinctively, I pressed a little closer to Alec’s side, glancing down at the floor.

“Jane,” Alec warned, a slight edge to his voice as his arm tightened around me. “Play nice, sister.”

I looked up as she huffed in annoyance. She looked back at me and said begrudgingly, “Hello, Evelyn.” Her crimson eyes flicked back to Alec. “Don’t keep them waiting much longer, brother.”

He nodded. Jane walked past us and into the throne room. Alec looked down at me and brushed his thumb along my cheekbone.

“Let’s go, my love.”

I followed Alec down the length of the hallway. He slid aside the piece of paneling and opened the plain wooden door hidden behind it. Alec walked in ahead of me, clearly protective as he took measured steps and kept my hand firmly in his, using his body to shield mine.

“Ah, you have returned to us, young Eve.”

I gripped Alec’s hand nervously as Aro approached us, smiling. The other two leaders, Marcus and Caius, were sitting in their thrones, a bored expression on Caius’ face and a passive one on Marcus’. The guards I had seen on my previous trip — and several that I didn’t recognize — were gathered in the room, their red eyes all watching me curiously. All the attention was unnerving, so I pressed closer to Alec’s side and he squeezed my hand gently.

Aro laughed lightly and said, “Relax, young one. We are all quite happy that you have decided to join our dear Alec, and us by extension.” I saw Jane roll her eyes from the corner of my vision. Aro either ignored her or didn’t see her. He extended his hand to me. “May I?”

I placed my hand in his. He clasped my hand between both of his frozen ones, his cloudy crimson eyes staring into mine intensely. No one spoke or moved while Aro searched through my thoughts.

Finally, he blinked and smiled, gently patting my hand. “Thank you, my dear. I am sorry that you anguish over causing your father pain by disappearing from your previous life.” My heart twisted in my chest as Aro looked at the vampire standing beside me. “Alec, take your mate to your chambers. We shall allow her to settle in for a while before she is turned.”

“Yes, Master,” Alec said softly.

Alec bowed his head to Aro before he guided me out of the room. As soon as the door closed behind us, he wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me up off the ground. I laughed and wrapped my legs around his waist as my arms curled around his neck. He kissed my cheek, then lightly pushed my head down to nestle in the crook of his neck. I smiled against his ice-cold skin as he carried me through the castle.

I barely felt him move, so it surprised me when only a couple seconds later, Alec loosened his grip on me and let me slowly drop down to my feet. He kept his arms around my waist as I turned to look at the room.

The bedroom was large and rectangular, made of the same, light, beige-colored stone that the rest of the castle was built with. Dark oak-colored bookshelves lined most of the walls from floor to ceiling, almost every shelf filled entirely with books. Some books looked ancient and delicate, made of leather and parchment, while others were clearly more modern. A black leather couch, matching armchair, and a dark, wooden coffee table — which also held a couple small stacks of books — stood in front of a fireplace that was built into the wall. A large, flat-screen TV hung above the fireplace and a few gaming systems were resting on the mantle.

A king-sized bed sat between two of the tall bookshelves, covered with a dark gray comforter and pillows that were tucked into black satin pillowcases. To the right of the doorway to the hallway, there were two doors fitted between another couple of bookshelves. I assumed that they led to a closet and possibly a bathroom. Directly across the room from them, to the left of where we were standing, laid a balcony with an intricately designed wrought-iron railing behind two glass doors.

“Your room is amazing,” I said.

“Our room,” Alec corrected softly. He pressed a kiss to my hair.

I laughed quietly. “Our room,” I repeated. I turned around and rested my head against his shoulder. Alec smoothed his hand over my long, dark hair. I reached up to play with one of the drawstrings of his hoodie, twisting it around my finger lazily.

“My sweet girl. . . . We should put your things away.”

I nodded, though neither of us moved to pull away from each other. Alec chuckled warmly and I smiled. Just hearing his laugh made me feel warm and happy.

Alec wrapped his arms around me and picked me up easily. He moved us over to the couch, where he laid down with me laying on his chest. Our legs tangled together as I rested my head on his chest. Alec pulled a thick blanket that had been hanging over the couch over us, gently tucking it around my body. I hummed happily, nestling into his side as his hand rubbed along my back.

“I’m so happy that you’re here with me,” he murmured, brushing my hair away from my face. He took a deep breath and sighed. “I wasn’t sure that I would ever meet my mate, and I would never have imagined that I would bond with you so quickly, but now I cannot fathom living without you.”

“I think in some ways, I’m still in shock from all of this,” I mumbled. “I mean, it’s crazy that just a few weeks ago, I had no idea that vampires were real, and I could never have imagined that I would fall in love with a vampire. But I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world, Alec. . . . Will you tell me something?”

“Anything.”

“What happened to you when I decided to stay in Forks?” I asked, pushing myself up a little to look at him. I could see his hesitation and I said, “Please tell me, Alec. I want to know. . . . Please .”

I could see his resolve crumble at my plea. He sighed and looked up at the ceiling as I laid back on his chest. His voice was quiet as he spoke.

“I . . . I was barely able to do anything other than sit in the corner of my room and focus on the pain in my heart. It . . . it was the second worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life. . . . I kept the shirt that I had been wearing when I first met you. It still had your scent on it, and every time I caught your sweet scent, it made the pain worse and better, as strange as it sounds. The day I came for you, Marcus had come to me. He convinced me to go to you.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, curling closer to his body.

“Don’t apologize,” Alec replied quickly. “This was not your fault, my love. You were manipulated and lied to. . . . But you’re here with me now, and that’s all that matters.”

He brushed his lips along my forehead and I let my eyes flutter shut.

“How long do I have until I’m turned?”

“Aro suggested three days. Is that okay?”

I nodded. My eyes fluttered open as Alec very gently pushed my head up with his finger under my chin. He looked into my eyes for a long moment before he pressed his lips to mine for the very first time.

I gasped softly against his mouth. His lips were as hard and cold as ice, yet somehow he was so very gentle. I took a deep breath through my nose, breathing in his perfect, sweet, intoxicating scent — which put my mind into overdrive. Everything except the feeling of his lips on mine faded away. I fisted my hand in the soft fabric of his hoodie and pressed as close as I could to his body. All I could think about was pulling him closer, closer, closer.

Alec pulled away, carefully holding me back with a gentle hand on my shoulder. I sucked in a deep breath, filling my deprived lungs with air. I panted softly as he brushed his hand along my cheek.

“Are you okay?” he asked anxiously. “I’m sorry, I knew that it would be overwhelming–”

“I’m fine,” I assured him, still a little breathless. My lips tingled the same way my skin had when he had first touched my cheek. “Don’t apologize. It was amazing.”

He smiled a little smugly and I rolled my eyes at him. I jokingly slapped his chest, then hissed at the pain that radiated through my hand. Alec quickly wrapped his hand around mine, letting his cold skin soothe away the ache. He raised my hand to his mouth and brushed his lips across my knuckles.

“Careful, sweet girl,” he murmured.

I sighed after a moment and said, “I really should unpack my stuff.”

“We can just lay here, if you want.”

“But if I unpack, then we will have nothing to do other than cuddle together.”

Alec laughed and said, “That’s a good point, love.”

We slowly untangled ourselves and got up off the couch. Alec moved my suitcase onto the bed and unzipped it. He put his arm around my waist.

“I can take care of all of this for you in a few seconds,” he offered. “Then we can go lay down again.”

“You’re very persuasive,” I teased with a smile.

“Is that a yes?”

I nodded. Alec hummed and placed a kiss on my cheek. Then, I only saw a blur moving around the room as things disappeared from my suitcase. Mere seconds passed before he returned to my side, only the photo of me and Charlie left. I took it from his hands, smiling sadly down at it.

“I wasn’t sure where you would want it,” Alec said.

“Um . . . I’m not sure.”

“Maybe over here?” he suggested, leading me over to one of the bookshelves. I hadn’t noticed earlier when I was looking around that two of the shelves in this particular bookshelf held small paintings and pictures of him and Jane and a couple other members of the Volturi over the years. He took the picture from my hands and tucked it into the corner of one of the large picture frames.

“We’ll get it it’s own frame soon,” he said.

“Thank you.”

“Of course, love.”

“Where did you put my books?” I asked.

Alec smirked and teased, “Somehow I knew you would ask that first.” He took my hand in his and led me over to another bookshelf. He knelt down and traced his fingertips along the spines of the books that I had brought with me to Italy.

“Which one is your favorite?” he asked.

I brushed my fingers through his silky, dark brown hair. Alec leaned into my touch as I said, “That’s a hard question. . . . I really enjoyed Frankenstein when I read it, more than I thought I would.”

“Mm,” he hummed.

I smiled down at him. Alec seemed far more focused on my fingers in his hair than my answer to his question. He rested his head against the side of my thigh and closed his eyes. My smile widened as I watched him, continuing to run my fingers through his soft curls.

“Get off the floor, Alec, you are not a dog.”

The sudden, vicious voice in the room made me jump. I pulled my hand away from Alec’s hair, my eyes going wide as I looked over at Jane. Her lip was curled into an angry sneer, her hands balled into fists as she glared at me.

I looked away from her quickly, glancing down at Alec. Alec’s bottom lip was just barely jutted out into a slight pout, likely from our moment being interrupted. He sighed and took my hand in his, looking up at me as he pressed a lingering kiss to my knuckles. My anxious heartbeat slowed even as I blushed at his affection. Alec stood and turned to look at his twin sister, hiding me partially behind him.

“Jane,” he greeted.

Her eyes finally moved away from me and her gaze lost all hostility as she looked at her brother.

“I was coming to steal you away for a while,” Jane said pleasantly. A surprisingly soft smile curled her lips as she waited for his response.

“Sister, you know that my mate just joined me. I won’t leave her alone,” he replied carefully.

The blonde girl frowned and shot me another glare from over Alec’s shoulder. Guilt twisted my heart.

“It’s okay, Alec,” I said softly. “You should spend time with her.”

Alec turned to look at me, and my heart ached even more when I saw the confusion and slight hurt in his eyes. But only a second later, it all disappeared and he suddenly looked determined. He turned back towards his twin.

“I will visit with you later, Jane. I promise,” Alec added in a softer tone when she sent me another annoyed look. I looked down at the ground. “I want to spend time with Eve right now.”

Jane growled angrily and whirled around, quickly leaving the room. Alec turned fully towards me and lifted my chin gently so I was looking into his crimson eyes.

“Do not put anyone else’s feelings or desires above your own,” he murmured. “Jane will adjust to not being able to monopolize all of my time. We have spent the last twelve-hundred years by each other’s sides. She can handle a few days without me.”

“I just don’t want to come between you,” I said.

Alec took my face in his hands. “You won’t, sweet girl. Jane just needs time to adjust and get to know you.”

I nodded. Alec leaned close to drop a kiss on my forehead.

“Okay. Now, I’ve been a little daft and have forgotten that my beautiful mate is still human and needs to eat,” he said. I smiled with him. “Let’s go get you something to eat.”

“Lead the way.”

[j-eryewrites]

The Symphony of You

MAIN MASTER LIST

Doctor Who x Reader one shot I wrote for my creative writing class. 

(Supposed to be read as 11 x companion! reader)

Word Count: 1,001 words

(Master List)

Based off of the song: Dance with Me Wallis

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There he sits alone on the ebony bench. The moon shines down on him like a spotlight. His back sits tall as he places his long boney fingers on the keys. His hair now free of gel falls in front of his face creating shadows that move as he chuckles. 

“What are you doing out of bed?” He inquires. His striking green eyes are illuminated by the moon’s light as he turns to look at me. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” I reply. “Too many thoughts in my head.” I wouldn’t dare say more. I didn’t want to be another reason for the tiredness behind his eyes to grow. 

I drew near to him. My feet patter across the wooden floor of the room. He lifts a hand out to me. I grasp his cold hand and he guides me toward him. The bench creaks underneath my weight as I sit myself down. I get a closer view of his face. It’s so young, brimming with life, yet his eyes tell a different story. Even when they look at me with such kindness and adoration, I can see the truth. 

His emerald eyes tell tales of loved ones lost. They cry about life stripped away from him too fast. His eyes encapsulate the memories of children crying and people falling to ash. The horrors of war and the evils of the universe rest deep inside his dark irises. They were old and had seen more than my eyes would ever see in my lifetime. Despite all the woe, his eyes held beauty. The beauty of love and laughter. They showed me the enchanting spell of nature untouched by man. Trees as tall as the sky with strong thick trunks which held the wisdom of life. His eyes even held the stars that brighten every corner of the dark vastness of space. To me, his eyes were more beautiful than the finest of Van Gogh's works. 

“What are you thinking of?” He asks as his eyes peer into mine. 

I look down at the black and white keys of the piano in front of us. “What were you going to play?” 

There it is again. That laugh of his and the thrill I get from just hearing it. “I was composing.” He clarified. “I still haven’t played a single note.”

I rest my hands on his lap and gaze at him. “What were you composing?”

“Your song.” 

Those simple words took my breath away. My song. He gazed back at me, his smile still so prominent. 

With widened eyes and cheeks flushed red I whisper, “What does my song sound like?” 

My lashes fluttered down as I once again looked at the black and white notes. He followed my gaze and brought his hands again to the keys. 

I quickly closed my eyes in anticipation. My ears patiently waited for the sweet sound of the piano, but it never came. Instead, there was silence. I scrunched my brows and began to open my mouth, but I was shushed by the touch of his finger. 

“Listen,” He muttered into my ear. 

Then it came. A violin’s sweet tune began to enter my mind. Slowly, a viola joined in repeating the phrase over and over. Then there was a cello. Its deep melody rang low and smooth, sending shivers up my spine. I peer over at him in amazement. My eyes are wide, and my mouth is slightly agape. 

He looked at me and I was transported. I saw myself smiling as the ashes from a burning star fell upon the earth. In a blink of an eye, it was a new scene. His hands were on my waist grounding me to him as I reached for the heavens. My delicate fingers tickled the stars. I was beautiful, I thought. Then I realized it was he who thought I was more precious than any universe we had ever travelled to. 

He took my hand and led me into a ballroom. Guests were decorated from head to toe in lavish gowns and suits. I saw myself wearing a gown he had given to me. Its stunning blue accents glowed in the light as if I were a piece of art for everyone to see and admire. He smiled; I could feel it. He watched me twirl around, as I danced among the masked strangers. His hand was placed on my back guiding me through the crowd. 

Then we were running. It was a flowering field in the early months of spring. The chirping of flutes called the flowers to bloom. There I stood, taking in the view. Bees flying by bidding me adieu, yet he looked at me. His gaze is unwavering and calm. 

The sun fell and it was dark. All light had vanished. I knew where we were as the piano descended. Slowly, the sound of the strings disappeared as the blue light filled my–no his view. There I was. A hand gently placed on the blue beating heart of the tree. A magnificent glow blinded him as I faded from his view. As the light dimmed, the piano played its last note. A vivid image of myself appeared in front of him. Tears of joy stained my cheeks as he took a hand to wipe them away. At this point, I had only known him for a few hours, yet he was entranced by me. A human with a capacity to love greater than even his and he knew–I knew that it was it. 

The room came back into focus as his hands drew away from the piano. The keys still glisten in the light of the moon. I meet his emerald eyes and stare at him. I gaze upon his features the way he looked at me–the way he’s been looking at me this entire time. My breath stilled and I leaned forward taking a leap of faith; Knowing that he’d always catch me if I fell. Our lips met and that was it. 

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[juji-han]

Summer Lovin'

→ Seungkwan x reader

→ 5.1k words

→ language, mature (17+) theme

→ Seungkwan spends the summer at Vernon’s countryside house, where he meets you. One small town, one house, one love.

Seungkwan packed his things. In ten minutes, he would be on his way to his best friend's vacation house. It was far, the drive would at least be five hours, and he could feel his legs already cramping up. 

He packed his favorite shirt, shoes, and pants, he wanted to look his best. Maybe he’d meet someone special, everyone knew Seungkwan had been single for too long. He would catch a break from his family, his distant blood asking him, ‘have you got a girlfriend yet?’ followed by an unseen eye roll and a head shake. 

Checking the time, Seungkwan eyes widened, grabbing anything he could out of his drawers and closet, and throwing them in the two suitcases he had open. 

Adding the final things he could, Seungkwan zipped his suitcases shut, accepting the fact that he was going to be missing a few things, maybe even essentials. 

On the road, tires rolling fast against the pavement, came Vernon. He honked his horn twice, arm hanging out the black car’s window. 

Seungkwan’s front door swung open, heavy breaths from trying to safely bring down two of the heaviest things he’s ever lifted, “A little help?”

Vernon, who at first just stared at the brown-haired boy, now gave a tight-lipped smile, swinging his car door open. Making his way around the car, he grabbed one of Seungkwan's suitcases, using his leg to move it over to his trunk.

“What’s in here, man?” Vernon used all his strength, lifting the heavy material into the trunk, Seungkwan following the same. 

Seungkwan arranged his things, before shutting the back and moving to the front of the car along with his friend. 

“Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Seungkwan dragged his words out, monotone, feeling too tired to be giddy. 

Vernon sped off, the five-hour clock starting to tick down. Soon, he’d be in a completely different area, surrounded by people he doesn’t know.

Seungkwan was asleep when they arrived at Vernon’s house. He had missed the scenery that Vernon enjoyed every summer he came there, he had also luckily missed some of Vernon’s swerving.

With a shake to his shoulder, Seungkwan stirred, eyes opening slowly. Night had fallen, and the air was cool, accompanied by crickets chirping loudly and the sound of coyotes yipping and howling.

He got out of the car, taking his things, and following Vernon into the house.

The two stayed silent, Seungkwan sleepily moving up the stairs, ignoring the room with the lights on, lugging his things into his temporary stay, and flopping on the bed. Tomorrow would be a new day and Seungkwan would explore tomorrow but for now, he needed sleep.

The sun shined past the white curtains, Seungkwan’s room coming to life, compared to yesterday’s darkness. He stirred, the inside of his eyelids red. He raised his arms, stretching and letting out a small whine, his body releasing all of yesterday’s emotions; shaking release. 

He laid still, arms above his head, looking at the beams of light and the dust floating around. 

Creaks were heard outside his door, and quiet footsteps led down the hall to the stairs. Each stair creaked, making the newcomer’s arm hairs stand up. 

Seungkwan sat up slowly, the comforter gathering around at his waist. Getting out of bed slowly, Seungkwan stretched once again, rocking lightly on the balls of his feet. 

The old door squeaked as Seungkwan opened it. It was old, the entire house. The doors were painted a dark blue, slightly chipped from age. The floors were wooden planks and not the cheap kind. Real wood, the varnish stripped and bare.

To the left of Seungkwan’s room was another door. It was closed, showing off a, “Do Not Disturb” sign written in black and white. Across from his was an open door. Seungkwan peered in slightly, revealing Vernon sleeping on his back, mouth opened slightly, still sound asleep. He twitched, hands curling into a fist, as if ready to fight.

Seungkwan smiled, before going downstairs, taking in the small dining area. The kitchen sported green tiles, clean and looking brand new compared to the rest of the house. 

Beside the window, was a small round wooden table, with three chairs along with it. 

That’s when Seungkwan noticed you, a beautiful nondisturbed energy. You held a book in your hands, focused and unmoving, even when the sound of Vernon’s chair scraped against the tiles. Words couldn’t leave Seungkwan's mouth, so he didn’t bother. He acted as if you weren’t there, turning to Vernon.

“Good morning, I didn’t even hear you come down the stairs,” Seungkwan commented. Vernon let out a chuckle, fixing his bedhead. 

Seungkwan’s eyes flickered to you, taking notice of your face. You looked perfect, the sun shining on you, like a spotlight. Your eyes moved slightly, reading line after line of your book. You were a sight, more than eye candy to Seungkwan. He wanted to know you. 

Moving his eyes back to Vernon’s, they met eyes, “What do you guys wanna eat?”

Seungkwan’s eyes moved between you and Vernon, curious as to what your response would be.

You shrugged, the first reaction since Seungkwan sat down, snapping your book shut and looking up into Seungkwan’s eyes before quickly moving back down at the table, “Let’s go to that one place.”

“One down the street?” Vernon asked, rubbing his face and biting his lip.

You nodded, muttering a confirmation, before pushing your hair back, “Let’s get ready and we’ll ride our bikes there. Your friend can use my old one.”

You stood up, chair scraping against the ground, showing your sleeping attire. You wore a sheer white tank top, the cloth clinging to your skin, paired with red and black pajama shorts, tied at the drawstring. Turning around to go up the stairs, Seungkwan couldn’t help but notice the way your shorts moved up, revealing a sight he didn’t want to take his eyes off of.

When you had reached your room, out of earshot, in the corner of his eye, he saw Vernon turn towards him. 

In a hushed voice, Vernon’s lip turned up, “Her name is Y/N.” 

He rested his face on his fist, and he continued, “Pretty right? She's hard to get though. Too focused on other things.”

“Like what?”

“Not sure, but whatever it is, it must be a hell of a thing to make her so unavailable.”

By the time Seungkwan was finished getting ready, both Vernon and you were outside digging in the shed for bikes. 

The air was dry, with no wind to cool anyone down. Sweat beads were starting to form on Seungkwan’d forehead, making him fan himself, walking to the shed. 

Seungkwan’s eyes naturally moved towards you, your sweat making your skin dewy. You wiped the sweat off your forehead, a heavy sigh leaving your lips.

You grabbed a bike, wheeling it towards Seungkwan, “All yours.”

Seungkwan grabbed the bike, an anxious feeling dancing at his fingertips. Adjusting the seat of the bike, he hopped on, waiting for you and Vernon.

The place you suggested was a small coffee house. It was secluded and quiet and only the noise of a radio behind the bar was heard. The three of you sat, waiting for someone to take your orders.

Vernon’s head rested on his palm, the other hand tapping away at the metal table. His eyes moved between you and Seungkwan, then around the coffee house, taking in the beauty everywhere. 

“This is a nice place,” Seungkwan spoke up. 

You and Vernon nodded at the same time and the same pace. With a small smirk, Seungkwan thought, They’re the same.

The atmosphere returned to silence, a waitress walking over to you three. 

As the morning went by, a good breakfast and minimal conversation were shared between you three. The return back home was quiet, Vernon and Seungkwan heading inside to get away from the heat, and you going off somewhere.

Seungkwan sat at the kitchen table, enjoying the night breeze from the open window. He heard the sound of crickets, a sense of nostalgia washing over him. 

He ran his fingers through his hair, the sound of a bike rattle coming closer to he sat. He hadn’t seen you all day, he wondered where you had gone, what you did, if you had fun. 

Your leg swung over the bike, kicking the brake down into the dirt. 

The door swung open, Seungkwan’s eyes following you as you ran up the stairs, the sound of a door closing. He heard the distant sound of water running; the bathroom.

Seungkwan stood up slowly, going upstairs himself. The bathroom’s light shone through the cracks, but the newcomer paid it little mind, going into his room. 

He shut his door softly, sitting at the edge of his bed. He laid back, adjusting himself so that his entire body was on the bed. 

Tomorrow, he would be here, in a countryside middle-of-nowhere house. He would be here with you… and Vernon, of course.

“Here.” You stood on your toes, reaching for the top shelve of the cabinet. “We stack things like Jenga in here.”

Prior to you reaching for a bottle of syrup, Seungkwan and Vernon made a short trip to a convenience store. Seungkwan insisted on making pancakes for everyone, generous for the room and place to stay. 

Seungkwan had gotten everything he needed, making homemade pancakes. There was a plan, make pancakes and impress you. Short and sweet, except when you came downstairs, dressed in the same white see-through tank top. 

Seungkwan almost burned the pancake on the stove, too distracted by your attire. You wore nothing underneath, leaving Seungkwan’s eyes to wonder. 

You were captivating to Seungkwan. You were like a siren, calling for Seungkwan, his heart, and his mind, only to be forgotten. 

“Making pancakes?” You spoke to Seungkwan. He slightly jumped and snapped out of his thoughts, nodding. “You’re gonna need syrup. You’re not vegan or anything right?”

Seungwan shook his head, muttering, “No.”

That’s when you reached for a bottle of syrup, Seungkwan’s eyes falling down to your revealed stomach. He knew he shouldn’t look, but he couldn’t help it. You were just so… you.

“Do you need help?” Seungkwan asked. Honestly, he wasn’t asking to be kind, he was asking because if you stayed around for another minute, breakfast would be burnt.

“Yeah.” You strained. Retracting your arm, you moved to the side letting Seungkwan move into your previous position. 

You stood behind Seungkwan, facing his back. You watched as Seungkwan’s muscles flexed as he reached for the syrup. 

Seungkwan reached for the bottle, grabbing it, and placing it on the counter. He turned around, giving you a tight-lipped smile, cheeks burning red.

“Thanks.” You returned the smile. “By the way, what’s your name?”

He couldn’t believe you didn’t know his name. It had only been two days but had you really not been around enough to introduce yourself?

“Seungkwan. Boo Seungkwan.” He introduced himself, smiling wide. It soon fell as he heard your giggle.

“Okay, James Bond.” You teased. 

Seungkwan could feel his ears burning. Were you really teasing him right now? Why?

“Well, Seungkwan, I gotta run. Nice to meet you.” 

“Oh, but I was gonna make something for... us.” Seungkwan’s body turned, watching you leave him alone in the kitchen. 

His eyes followed you up the stairs, only to come back down to Vernon.

“What are you making?” Vernon questioned, lips pouting and eyes scanning the ingredients on the table. 

“You’ll see.” Snapping out his thoughts of you, Seungkwan smiled wide. “That means get out the kitchen so I can perform my magic.”

Vernon scoffed, raising his arms and leaving. 

Midnight had rolled around when you came back. The boys were lounged on the couch, empty cans and bottles on the floor. Ears perked when you opened the front door, both of the young men looking over their shoulders. 

You walked towards the boys, hands resting on the hard sofa back. 

Vernon, who held five playing cards in his hand and a lollipop stick hanging off his lips, was the first to speak, “Where have you been?”

“Out and about, y’know. What are you guys still doing up?” Your hands shifted to Vernon’s hair, pressing your hands together, making a mohawk.

“Playing the very fun game of Go Fish,” Vernon swatted your hands away, fixing his hair. “Could be funner if you joined.”

“Funner isn’t a word, but I’ll make your wildest fantasies come true and play with you I guess.” You smirked.

You walked around the couch, sitting in between the boys. Seungkwan’s cheeks burned, face hot just by you sitting next to him. 

“Deal me in, please. I can’t wait to beat you guys.” You said smugly. The night continued, the three of you playing poker, early hours rolling over your heads. 

Seungkwan didn’t talk to you again until a week later when Vernon dragged you two outside at night, saying, “The lake is meant to swim in. Let’s go!”

Vernon floated on the surface, arms spread out to his side. His figure was hidden like a shadow, slivers of his abs shown by the moonlight’s reflection on the water. 

Seungkwan sat next to you, palming the sand, creating little towers of sand.  

You sat next to him, legs crossed and face buried in a book. You didn’t sport swimwear like the boys and as much as the boys would love to see you in a bikini, they were also glad. The saving of your skin was something Seungkwan especially would be secretly indebted for.

The sound of water splashing made you look up, and Seungkwan who was staring, snapped his head forward. 

“This is boring, I’m gonna go shower and go to sleep, maybe we can do this another time when you guys aren’t scared,” Vernon complained, water dripping down from his hair and shorts. 

Seungkwan turned towards you again. 

“Should we apologize? I feel bad.”

You looked straight ahead, not completing his gaze, “Nah, Vernon gets a little bummed out sometimes. The lack of completion of his social moments is... unencouraging.”

Seungkwan nodded slowly, turning his head towards your attention. 

After a few moments of silence, the sound of the lake hitting the shore and crickets chirping overwhelmed your ears.

Closing your book, you glanced at Seungkwan before standing up. 

No words were exchanged as you stripped your clothes off, catching Seungkwan’s eyes. He followed your every movement. First, the buttons of your shirt, revealing a white lace bra that hugged your rib cage a bit too tight. Next, the zipper of your jean shorts. You were left in your underwear, a stranger sitting behind you.

“Are you coming in?” Turning around, you extended a hand toward Seungkwan. 

He grabbed your hand, standing up, and following you into the water.

You two waded through the water, slowly starting to swim, still, no words being said.

“So, do you like her? Or not?”

“I don’t know! I mean, yes I do, but how can I when we haven’t talked longer than a few minutes?” Seungkwan put covered his face. Groaning, he sat down on Vernon’s desk chair. 

“So? Make conversation with her!” Vernon said. 

The whispers of the boys came to a halt, a door creaking making them hush.

Whispering, Vernon scooted to the edge of his bed, leaning closer to Seungkwan, “I’ll go to the store, you make conversation with her, woo her. You’ve only got a month and a half left to get the girl~”

Nodding, Seungkwan took a deep breath in. Vernon left the room, leaving the door wide open. 

In the hallway, you and Vernon exchanged eye contact. Peaking your head into Vernon’s room, you saw Seungkwan sitting with his eyes closed, taking deep breaths in and out.

Stepping in, you quietly sat on the bed, staring at the boy in front of you. Purposefully, you hovered over the bed before forcefully sitting down, making the bed creak. 

Seungkwan’s eyes snapped open, immediately connecting with yours.

“Oh, shit- I didn't know you were in here!” Seungkwan exclaimed. He covered his mouth with his hand, cheeks bright pink.

You smirked, crossing your arms under your chest. The green tank top you wore partly exposed you, and the movement you had made your chest slightly push together.

Seungkwan’s eyes flickered down, before going back up to your lips. 

“Come outside, I have something to show you.” Getting up, you left the room, not waiting for the brown-haired boy. Following behind, you led Seungkwan to a field. The air blew your guys’ hair every which way. 

Sitting down, you tugged lightly on Seungkwan’s shorts. He sat down next to you, “Vernon... he told me something.” 

Seungkwan’s head turned towards you swiftly, his mouth agape. 

“What did he say?”

You shook your head, lips curling into a smile, “It’s a secret.”

Seungkwan felt his ears get warm. Looking down, and bringing his knees to his chest, he felt the urge to yell at you. Why didn’t you acknowledge him? Or didn’t you? You spoke to him like he spoke to his cousins, you spoke to him like he didn’t understand what you were doing.

Feeling the heat on your shoulders and the sun shining in your eyes, you squinted and looked at Seungkwan. 

“How do you know Vernon?” 

“Uh, school. Yeah, we were always in the same classes and we just got... close.” he fidgeted with the edge of his shorts, pulling grass out of the ground. He took notice of the wind and how it blew each blade of grass away, then towards, then away from him again. His hair was going to be messy later for sure, but the thought left as quickly as it came. “You?”

“He’s a family friend.” You tucked your hair behind your ear, before untucking it, self-consciousness seeping into the brightest parts of your brain.

Seungkwan didn’t respond. The conversation died, you both sitting still, hair moving in and out of your faces by the untamed wind.

“Seungkwan.” You called for the boy next to you. He turned towards you, face emotionless.

You leaned in, looking at Seungkwan’s face for discomfort. 

Closing the gap between you two, you pressed your lips against his. You grabbed the nape of Seungkwan’s neck, pulling him closer to you.

You parted from Seungkwan, “Is this okay?”

Seungkwan didn’t respond, kissing you again but harder. He flipped you both over, sitting between your legs.

Kissing you deeply, you felt Seungkwan slide his hands under your shirt. He wanted more. Seungkwan wanted every part of you and he only hoped it was the same for you. 

Seungkwan guided his kisses down your neck, leaving you speechless. 

The day continued on, loud sounds staying hidden by even louder; leaves, grass, birds, and the moaning of you and Seungkwan. 

You stood at the doorway of Seungkwan’s room. 

“Bye-bye.” You said, smiling wide. Seungkwan smiled back, before kissing you and wrapping an arm around your waist. He pulled you against his body, only letting go when you gave him two light taps on his shoulder.

He pecked your lips once again, “Bye.”

You stepped back, letting him close the door, before turning around and heading to Vernon’s room.

Looking in, you saw his facial expression as he sat at his desk. You moved to his bed, flopping down with your limbs spread out and eyes shut tight.

Vernon, who was fixated on scribbling something, looked behind him, at you. He got up and shook your thigh, “What’s wrong?”

He pushed your arm out of the way to lay next to you, arms crossed behind his head.

“I had sex with Seungkwan this morning,” You spoke quietly. You knew the walls were thin and you knew if Seungkwan heard, he’d be mortified. “It was good but... he’s just here for the summer, no?”

You turned your head to the side, looking at Vernon. Your eyebrows were furrowed in frustration, lips pursed, but Vernon didn’t look back.

“He is. A month and a half, then, back to college,” He said. “Was it worth it? I mean, did... did you mean to do it? Or was it a in-the-moment head-rush thingy?”

“I don’t know! I really don’t know, Vernon,” You cried out. Feeling a shift in emotion, you felt too serious. You raised your hand to your head, mimicking a theatrical fainting woman’s pose. “A shame, maybe I shouldn’t fall in love then?”

Vernon giggled, not moving an inch. You chuckled, before sitting up and straddling him.

“Vernon, what do I do? I think I like him but then, then I get scared. What the hell am I supposed to do?” You didn’t look into Vernon’s eyes, embarrassed that your eyes slightly watered.

Vernon rested his hands on your waist, tapping a rhythm, “You never let yourself have anything. Maybe liking him is a good thing?”

“Maybe it is. Maybe it isn’t,” You said. You leaned down and pecked Vernon on his lips. “Thanks, Vernon. I’m gonna go out, wanna come?”

Vernon shook his head, caressing your hair. You got off his lap and left his room, quietly shutting his door to not make much noise.

You slowly walked down the stairs, trying to avoid each creaky spot that you’ve grown to know over the years. 

You had to get out and think. 

You grabbed your bike, riding to a place you found when you were nine.

It was not well taken care of, the library. It was always empty, the books dusty but free. You had made the place your own hide-out. When you were a kid you had always imagined the library was a project for other kids who couldn’t afford books, but then became long forgotten. 

You hopped off your bike, tossing it to the side, and running inside. 

You had really made the place your own, with multiple candles inside and an orange couch with cushions slightly flat. 

You lit the numerous candles, the flickering of the flame making you relax a bit. You grabbed a book from one of the shelves; The Little Prince.

Opening the book to your bookmark, you read off a line aloud, “You're beautiful, but you’re empty. No one could die for you.”

Closing the book again, you laid on the couch. 

As the candles flickered, the wax melted and dripped, and your eyes shut. A thought crossed your mind before entering a deep sleep.

You’re so empty.

The summer days were winding down and Seungkwan was more eager to spend time with you. 

It was early morning, and the three of you sat in the living room. Your head was rested on Seungkwan's lap. He played with the end of your hair, twirling and untwisting stands around his fingers. 

Vernon sat on the floor, head leaned back onto your thigh, "Can we do something... please?" 

Lifting your head up, you looked at Vernon, whose lips were tugged down into a frown.

"I'm bored!" He whined further.

"Let's go to the river." You suggested. 

Seungkwan's eyes followed you as you stood up and helped Vernon stand.

"Right now?"

"Right now."

You walked outside, leaving the boys to follow behind you.

You grabbed Seungkwan’s bike, walking alongside it, and giving it to him, "Ride me to the river." You spoke low, a small smile on your face.

He nodded, eyes shimmering with wonder, admiration, and care in the light. He mounted the bike, letting you get on, before letting Vernon take the lead.

"Down to the river, we go." Vernon smiled wide, sunglasses that were hanging on his shirt now on his face.

It didn't take you three long to get to the river, the scenery of trees and sunlight poking through the leaves distracting you all. Once you three had arrived, you felt relief and healing.

Tossing your bikes off to the side, you took in the sounds and view. The sound of the water rushing, the current was manageable but quick. The trees slightly covered the sun, dispersing the sunbeams that came through. 

Standing at the edge of the bank, you took your shoes off, rolled your socks off, and tucked them into your shoes. 

Sneaking up behind you was Vernon, who pushed you, inducing a scream as you fell into the cold water. 

"You ass!" You moved your wet hair out of your face, moving towards Vernon and attempting to grab his ankles so you could pull him in the water.

As you and Vernon splashed each other, Seungkwan laughed, taking his shoes and socks off and rolling up his pants.

"Come on, Seungkwan, the water's warm." You yelled out. Vernon turned around to glance at the still completely dry boy.

"Come on, come on, come on." Vernon eagerly spoke, waving his hand. While Vernon was turned around you stood up and out of the water, pulling the both of you back in.

Seungkwan covered his mouth, laughing before walking to the edge of the river, seeing Vernon come above the water with the widest smile he's seen since Seungkwan arrived.

Seungkwan ran away from the edge before yelling out, "I'm gonna jump in, move!"

Hearing Seungkwan yell, you and Vernon swam off to the side, watching as Seungkwan ran and balled himself up midair. 

The cannonball splashed and created waves, pushing you back slightly.

Splashing each other, the day went by, the three of you getting out of the water, and hanging out on the grass.

The sun started to set and the temperature started to drop. The three of you sat close together, knees pulled close to your guys' chests.

"So, Seungkwan," You leaned your head on Seungkwan's shoulder. "What are you gonna do when you go back to college?"

"Mmm, study? I'm working towards my bachelor's. Musicology." He gave you a kiss on the forehead before leaning his head on yours.

Vernon absentmindedly nodded, before resting his head on the bony edge of your shoulder. 

"This was fun. Next summer, we gotta do this again." 

"Yeah," Seungkwan replied briefly. Lightly nudging you off his shoulder, he stood up. "Let's. Let's go home."

Helping you stand, Seungkwan pulled you close, before placing a soft kiss against your lips. 

Vernon made a gagging sound before walking off, "Let's go, lovebirds."

It was when you three arrived home, that Seungkwan invited you to his room.

You sat on his bed, watching as Seungkwan closed the door softly, doing the same to the loud clicking lock.

Seungkwan moved in front of you, before kneeling down, with hands resting on your knees.

His hands moved slowly towards the hem of your shirt, before lifting it and peeling it off your body. 

Leaning closer, Seungkwan's hands wrapped around your body, unhooking your bra and gently pulling the cloth off, the lace rubbing against your arms. He started low, kissing a path from the space above your shorts to your neck. 

You sat pretty, fingers raking through his brown curls, pulling him closer to your skin. 

Finally, you grabbed his face, pulling him in for a harsh kiss.

"Seungkwan." You gasped.

He didn't respond, moving kisses back down to your jaw; further, sucking dark marks onto your neck.  

Standing up, Seungkwan leaned over you, pushing you onto the bed. His hands squeezed your hips, before moving to the buttons, unzipping your shorts.

"You're beautiful." Seungkwan looked up at you, chin resting on your stomach. His hands squeezed again, eliciting a moan. 

He smirked before pulling your shorts off, feeling the matching lace of your underwear. 

"Seungkwan."

"Yes?"

You pulled him closer, another kiss, "I like you."

A smile tugged at Seungkwan's lips, the muscles in his face contorting to joy. When he first arrived, you were cold. This distant person who rather spend the days out somewhere, coming home late at night. He couldn't believed he was here now, hearing the words he so desperately craved ever since he started feeling them himself.

"I like you too."

It was the morning of Seungkwan’s departure. Both you and Vernon loaded Seungkwan’s things into his car, taking turns lugging things down the stairs.

“Come on, Seungkwan, what the hell is in here?” You used your entire body weight, pulling the suitcase to the edge of the steps. “Would this break if I threw it down the stairs?”

“Do not!” Seungkwan stuck his head in past the front door, yelling at you. You groaned, before yelling for Vernon to take the luggage down. 

When Seungkwan first arrived, Vernon picked him up alone, the two starting a five-hour car ride to a vacation home.

This time, you would tag along. You would sit in the backseat, sticking around for the journey. 

“I’m gonna grab the last suitcase,” Vernon said, walking off. 

You leaned against his car, next to Seungkwan. You grabbed his hand, tightly grasping it.

“How will we keep in contact?” You asked. 

“My dorm has a phone number. I’ll run inside and give it to you when you guys desert me.” Seungkwan joked. You scoffed before watching Vernon peek from behind the door. 

“Last one. Let’s go! Asses in the car!” Vernon yelled out. Listening like diligent children, both you and Seungkwan got inside the car.

Like two months prior, the five-hour clock started winding down.

10 MONTHS LATER

Seungkwan stepped out of the black car. It was another summer with Vernon. The same old house, with creaky steps, in an unfamiliar town, with unfamiliar people.

“Hey, stop bringing so much shit here, we sell things here y’know,” Vernon complained. 

Rolling his eyes, he ignored the younger friend. Assisting Vernon with his own things, they walked inside the house.

“Home sweet vacation home.” Seungkwan joked. Vernon sneered, before flopping on the couch. 

Looking around, Seungkwan noticed the emptiness of the house. It was quiet, dust collecting around the place.

Seungkwan suddenly felt pressure around him. Your arms were wrapped tightly around Seungkwan’s waist. 

Turning around, Seungkwan grabbed your face, mushing your cheeks together. He leaned down, giving you a kiss. 

“I missed you so much, my love.” 

“Nuh-uh. I missed you more.” You smiled wide, eyes sparkling. 

Pecking your lips again, Seungkwan laughed, before waddling to the staircase with you still clinging tightly to his waist. 

“Let’s go upstairs,” Seungkwan suggested.

Unwrapping your arms from around his waist, you grabbed his hand and ran up the stairs. 

Running into his room, you laid down on his bed, limbs spread out and taking up space.

“Comfortable in my bed?” Seungkwan teased.

“Super.” You replied, before pulling him on top of you. 

“Seungkwan?”

“Yes?”

“I think I love you.” You kissed his cheek. 

“I think I love you too.” 

[shadowphoenixrider]

"Heal Me."

(Direct sequel to Killing My Love. Gambit takes Shadow home after the events in the club, and they deal with the aftermath together. There's fighting, crying, and these two having a heart-to-heart. Enjoy!)

The roads were almost as quiet as the pair riding home.

Shadow pressed up tightly against Gambit's back, her arms linked around his chest. She'd not said a word since they'd set off, but Gambit had felt her tears stain the back of his shirt - if not for the need to keep his attention on the road, he would have placed a hand over hers.

Instead, he settled for cursing Tom in his head. Despite Gambit's reservations, Shadow had only ever seen the good in him, insisted that he be left alone. Yet Tom couldn't show Shadow the same kindness. When he couldn't beg her back into his affections, he'd decided to tear her down instead, wielding the things she was sensitive about like a cudgel against her.

Gambit really should have thrown that card at him.

The sun was hanging low in the sky when they made it back to the mansion, casting the sky deep orange, with tinges of pink lining the few clouds. Gambit sat thinking for a moment as Shadow reluctantly unwound her arms from around him, sliding off the back.

"Let's go for a walk, petite," he said.

She blinked at him, frowning.

"You're not going back?" She asked, voice thick from underuse.

"No." Gambit dismounted, offering her a sad smile. "Wouldn't be de same without you."

Shadow looked down at her feet, looking so small and lost.

"'Sides," he added, softly. "I think it'd be better if ya weren't alone right now."

The young woman sighed, wrapping her arms around herself.

"Okay."

Gambit led Shadow towards the lake, keeping a slow, casual pace and letting the silence rest on them like a blanket. A cloud of starlings searching for bugs under the grass took flight as they passed, chattering noisily, their iridescent feathers sparkling in the light. A light breeze lifted their hair, a robin's evening song carrying over to them from the forest. The soft, loamy scent of thick undergrowth embraced them as they entered, the trees gifting them with cooler air and gentle shade.

A twig snapped behind him, and Gambit glanced over his shoulder, just in time to see Shadow stop, balling her hands into fists. She took a couple of deep breaths before she uttered a snarling growl, slamming her arm against the trunk of the nearest tree.

"How...could he?" She hissed. "That...fucking...asshole!"

Gambit swore he saw her power flash through her skin, and the tree groaned slightly.

"Shadow." Her eyes flicked to him. Gambit curled his fingers around a cool, familiar metal cylinder in his pocket, lifting it free. "If ya wanna take ya anger out on somethin', take it out on Gambit."

"What?" She frowned. "But-"

"Danger Room's a little too far." He smiled, settling into a casual ready stance as his staff extended to its full length. "Don't worry about hurtin' me, mon amie. Gambit be jus' fine."

Shadow glanced down - there was a tree branch near her feet, just big enough for her to use as a weapon.

"Do it, petite." He urged. "Dis gonna burn ya from de inside out if ya don't let it out. Take it and give me everythin' ya wanna do to him."

She hesitated a moment. Then she took hold of the branch, stripping the smaller twigs to more mimic Gambit's own weapon. Gambit grinned widely as the young woman assumed her own stance - shoulders square, feet planted underneath them, and her eyes full of fire. Untrained, maybe, but no less determined.

Gambit lifted his weight onto the balls of his feet, excitement rushing through him and making his power sing under his skin.

"Allons, chère!" He cried. "Give it to me!"

Shadow snarled, before she screamed a furious battle-cry, charging straight for him. Gambit dodged the thrust, bringing his staff up. He parried the side swipe, lifting it up and away, spinning her around. Shadow changed her grip, and swung backwards into a stab. Gambit pulled his body to the side, beaming widely - that was his move!

"Bonne, bonne!" He yelled, pivoting around another lunge. "Been payin' attention in de Danger Room!" Another swipe deftly deflected. "Dat's it! Show me everyting ya learned! Apportez votre feu!"

Another cry and Shadow was attacking again - wild, frantic, fuelled by rage. Gambit danced around her, dodging, parrying, deflecting, blocking, all the time praising and egging her on. Savage with emotions, fully unchained, Shadow was blazing bright.

She's beautiful.

Her power flashed through her skin, and her strikes became stronger, jarring the Cajun whenever he took all the force. A frown when he realized what she was doing, but he didn't stop. Instead, he swapped tactics, using her strikes' momentum to pivot and twist around her. Now they really were dancing.

Shadow spun on her heel, sweeping the branch in a wide arc. Gambit vaulted up, kicking off a tree to flip over her. Shadow charged with a cry. He threw himself to the side, rolling back onto his feet. Ducking a swipe that almost grazed his ear, Gambit sprang forwards, pushing up from his hands and pirouetting in the air.

Gambit landed just as Shadow closed the gap. The branch came down. The staff rose to parry. A sickening crunch - the wood finally shattering from the abuse. Gambit flinched from the spray of splinters, and Shadow was sent sprawling face first into the dirt.

Another furious cry, and she lunged again, hands outstretched with fingers as claws. Gambit tossed his staff aside, meeting her hands with his. The impact sent a tremendous shockwave through his arms, all of her strength unleashed against his. His feet slipped, knocking Gambit flat on his back. He clung to Shadow's hands as she followed through, trembling as he held them back from his face and neck. A flash of silver as a necklace fell free from under her black hoodie. Her blue eyes churned like a stormy ocean, pupils blown wide, dirt and pinpricks of blood smeared against her face and her teeth bared like an animal.

Elle est magnifique.

Their brief struggle felt like a minute rather than the few seconds it was, before Gambit felt her strength abate. The young woman's anger fractured as tears welled up in her eyes like the gathering waters of a geyser. A sob broke through her mouth, the shockwave rattling her body, her arms bowing under her own weight. Gambit pushed himself upright as Shadow sank to her knees, her grip sliding out of his. She stared up at him, the tears beginning to spill over from eyes full of pain.

"W...Why...did he...?" Her voice trembled, heavy with the effort of holding together.

"Je ne sais pas..." Gambit replied softly. "I'm sorry."

Shadow howled with agony, crumpling in on herself as her sorrow finally broke through. Gambit swept her into his arms, tucking her head under his chin and curling his body around her. Shadow grasped him tightly, open-mouthed sobs and wails wracking her small body down to its bones.

It was all he could do to hold her, gently rubbing his hand against her back, his thumb against the back of her head, and listen to her weep. Weep for a man she'd still loved, even after parting. Who'd thrown about secrets that were not his to tell. Who had preferred to break her if he could not win her back, to stuff her in his gilded cage to admire, a pretty little canary who'd sing only for him.

He felt Jean brush against his mind, inquiring. Gambit let her see through his eyes for a moment, feel the heartbreak between them. No words needed to be exchanged - only the empathy of two friends caring for one of their own - and Jean retreated with an assurance that they had as long as they needed. There was no storm or time limit this time, only that of their own making.

Gambit glanced up; the sun's setting rays casting the trees in golden amber and red, a benign fire that cast long shadows around them. Their sparring match must have barely reached five minutes, yet to Gambit, he felt like he had danced with her for an hour. It wasn't their first spar, and certainly wouldn't be the last if Shadow started training for missions proper. Yet in this one he felt like he'd truly seen her. Burning fire and passion and potential - he would have called her a phoenix had Jean not already embodied such a force before.

Shadow sniffed loudly, uttering a shuddery sigh before she pulled back, looking up him. Her red-rimmed blue eyes were drowned in tears, craving tracks through the dirt and grazes on her cheek.

"I...I hurt you..." She mumbled, looking completely crestfallen. It hurt to see.

"Hurt me? No Shadow, you didn't-" Something wet trickled down his temple into his eyebrow. When Gambit wiped it away, blood stained his fingers. "Oh."

Shadow pulled further away, her hands shaking and fresh tears beginning to flow.

"No, no-! H-He was right, I-I just h-hurt people...!"

"No, dat wasn't you, Shadow!" Gambit grasped her arms. "It were just an accident. Not ya fault."

"B-But you-"

"Asked for ya to spar wit me." He interrupted, rubbing his thumbs against her arms. "Dere were always the chance I could get hurt. Took dat chance 'cos ya needed to vent. To let ya fire out 'fore it ate ya up."

Shadow looked at the ground.

"I still...hurt you..."

"Then..." Gambit gently yet firmly guided her hands up to cup his cheeks, covering her hands with her own. "Heal me."

Shadow's eyes widened, staring. She opened her mouth, only a weak croak coming out.

"Gam- I trust you," he said. "Trusted ya ever since we first met. Not gonna stop now."

She swallowed hard, doing nothing for a second. Then she took a shaky breath, closing her eyes. Light flowed through her arms once more, into her hands and tips of her fingers, and he felt the tendrils of her awareness reach out into him, slipping back under his skin like an old friend. He'd never get used to it, the sensation of 'another' within him, and yet...maybe it was because he'd been the first to experience it, but Gambit no longer felt concerned whenever she connected to him - she was merely an invited guest, no more, no less.

He felt his head itch as Shadow closed the wound, the excess blood dribbling down their fingers. He took the moment to examine her necklace - a silver ankh, hanging off a small chain that gleamed in the light. He knew it was an ancient Egyptian symbol of some kind, making a note to ask Shadow later as he felt her presence retreat back into herself. Gambit smiled as her eyes opened, a mirror of his own before she blinked and the colours drained away. He let her hands leave him, wiping away the last of the blood as best he could.

"Merci, petite," he said warmly. "How 'bout yourself?"

"Sore..." Shadow rubbed her arms.

"Think ya used your powers to...lift ya 'muscle limits'?" Gambit frowned thoughtfully. "Started hittin' me pretty hard, got worried you were gonna hurt yaself."

"Yeah...it damages them after a while. S'why the limits are there." Shadow mumbled, her eyes unfocusing as she turned attention to herself, the angry red graze over her cheek fading quickly with her attentions.

A pregnant silence loomed between them. So much to ask, so much to say. And neither knew where to begin, least of all Gambit. The day in the storm had been easier - just one thing accidentally unearthed that they could rebury together.

This? So much had been said, some of which echoed in the Cajun's head like long forgotten ghosts.

Yet it was Shadow who broke the silence with a heavy sigh, resting her arms on her bent knees, the denim on her blue jeans stained green.

"I guess I owe you an apology."

Gambit's eyebrows furrowed.

"What for?"

"For not believing you when you said Tom was gonna be a problem," she said, running a hand through her hair and pulling a twig out, throwing it aside. "I should have known something would've started if he saw me."

"No need to apologise for thinkin' the best in others, mon amie." Gambit replied, scooting over to put an arm around her narrow shoulders. "I'm sorry it turned out this way."

"Yeah." She leant into him, resting her head against his shoulder, her thick hair soft against his cheek. "I knew he took the breakup hard, but I didn't expect..." She gestured uselessly. "All of that."

"Heartbreak can be makin' people do terrible things outta the pain." Said Gambit softly, rubbing her arm. "But it don't make it right. 'Specially when it be hurtin' others." He frowned, catching her eye. "Especially what dat couyon did. If we'd not been in de club, Rogue woulda thrown him into last week already."

"Thank you for rescuing me, both of you." Shadow smiled weakly up at him. "He took me by surprise, and when I thought-"

"No need to justify it, petite." Gambit squeezed her gently. "Ya needed help, an' we came. Dat's what we be here for."

She took a deep, shuddery breath.

"T-Thank you. I...I really appreciate it. More than you know." She reached for his hand, which he happily provided. "Ever since you and the other X-Men took me in, I've just...felt like I belonged, you know? I know I'm not as capable as the rest of you, or ever will be, but being here with you all...It feels like my life is better, more vibrant. You know?"

Gambit chuckled softly.

"We certainly don't lack for variety, mon amie." He smiled. "Gambit glad ya feel like ya settled in. He know it can be hard when ya first start." Heat started to climb into his face as he asked: "So...tink ya gonna stay?"

Shadow smiled shyly.

"I...I've still got some time, a-and I don't know what my job'll decide in the end. But...yeah. Yeah, if I can. And if it's okay with everyone else...I want to stay."

The Cajun felt like his heart leapt so high it punched the breath from his lungs.

"Dat's great to hear! I- De others would agree with lettin' ya stay, Gambit sure of dat." He glanced away, hoping he wasn't actually blushing. "We...we'd miss you if ya went, I think."

"And I'd miss you too." Shadow replied, squeezing his hand. "You and the others."

Gambit blinked widely.

"Me? Ya would?"

"Yeah." She ducked her head, that pretty red blush blooming on her cheeks. "I like you, Gambit. You're really good company and...you've been really good to me."

His heart pattered excitedly in his chest.

"Ah, hehe, could say de same about you, petite." He grinned shyly, lifting the hand around her shoulders to rub the back of his neck. "Gambit like bein' around ya too."

A moment's quiet. They were still lit in the sun's setting rays, but the colours were continuing to darken in the twilight, the orange and reds joined by long, stretched shadows across the forest floor. After the chaos of their combat, Gambit could hear the evening chorus start anew somewhere deeper in the forest, the changing of the guard as night slowly arrived.

"Gambit?"

"Mmm?"

"Can I kiss you?"

He was so taken off guard he just blinked stupidly at her.

Shadow's blush darkened, and she looked away. "B-But if you don't want to, t-that's fine. N-Nevermind!"

"Shadow." Gambit cupped her cheek, turning her head towards him.

And pressed his lips against hers.

They were as every bit as soft as he'd imagined them to be, and the equally soft sigh she made lit a fire deep in his belly, igniting thoughts that he really should not be entertaining. At least right now, in the middle of the forest.

As he pulled away, Gambit noticed that her eyes stayed closed for seconds longer, blissfully savouring the moment. His heart thumped hard, and he had to resist kissing her again, to hold her in that moment as long as he could.

Her blush deepened as her eyes fluttered open, and he flashed her a grin.

"De answer is yes," he said. "Gambit always happy for you to kiss him, mon amie."

Shadow giggled - a joyous sound to hear after so long.

"I suppose I should have known that what happened in the lab wasn't a one-off." She commented, a wry, playful smile on her lips. It was so good to see her smile again.

"Hah! If only Beast were a little slower..." Gambit grinned conspiratorially, winking. "Remind Gambit to try again another time."

"Ah, I think if Hank catches you trying to 'seduce' me again, he's not gonna stop at stern words." Shadow grinned back, arching an eyebrow. "Especially without observing proper lab safety protocols."

Gambit rolled his eyes.

"Okay, fine - Gambit go get a lab coat from somewhere. Anythin' else he needs to know?"

"And tie your hair back."

"Gambit already tie his hair back!" He retorted, pointing to his ponytail.

"Yeah, but what about this?" Shadow ruffled the rest of his wild hair, giggling as he batted her hands away.

"You don' wear anythin' to push dese back!" Gambit flicked at the thick curls on the sides of her face, delighting in more of her giggles and swatting hands.

"Because mine aren't as long as yours, Cajun." She stuck her tongue out at him. He pouted at her in return, rewarded with her giggling becoming almost musical laughter, buoying his heart up and making him want to kiss her again. Later.

There was a brief pause between them.

"Feelin' a little better, petite?" Gambit asked. She nodded.

"Much better, thank you." Shadow stretched her legs out, sighing. "Shame I kinda ruined the night, though."

"Non non non, Gambit not havin' dat." The Cajun wagged his finger. "What dat asshole did not be ya fault. If he'd kept outta it, we still be wit de others. Dat a him problem. Not you."

Gambit's gaze wandered up past her to the surrounding forest; the sun's colourful rays were ebbing away now, the reds fading into the incoming night.

"An' while we mighta mostly missed de sunset, can still go look at de stars, if ya want?" He glanced back to her. "It be a good view over de lake."

"Yeah." She smiled softly back. "I'd like that. I'm not sure I can face going back to the others at the mansion yet."

"De night only jus' born, dey still be out." Gambit said, rising to his feet and helping Shadow up. "An' de Professor won't bother us. Jean probably told him what happened." He retrieved his staff, slipping it back into his pocket. "Dis night be ours, Shadow."

"No-one I'd rather spend it with, Gambit." She replied softly, his heart skipping a beat.

"Remy." He blurted out. She blinked at him.

"What?"

"Remy LeBeau." He walked over to her, tone equally soft. "Dat's my name. My true name."

Shadow blinked again, more surprised rather than confused this time.

"Remy..." She repeated, testing it in her mouth. Gambit enjoyed how it sounded. Then her face fell. "I...guess you already know mine..."

"No." Gambit shook his head. "Don't count. Didn't come from you."

"The others-"

"Pretend dey didn't hear it. Can't say dat dey won't remember it, but dey won't use it unless ya let dem."

Shadow sighed in relief, an audible tremor in it.

"Thank God. I'm sorry Remy, I wish I could return the favour, but..." She trailed off, wrapping her arms around herself.

"Non." Gambit lifted a hand, hesitated, then cupped her cheek. "Dis be a gift. Freely given. No need to give anyting back to Gambit. Not 'til ya ready."

Privately, it was another log to feed the internal anger that burned against Tom - that he'd robbed Shadow of the comfort of opening in her own time. Robbed Gambit of finding out naturally, of receiving a precious gift that one day he'd feel like he earned. Maybe.

Let's not get too ahead of ourselves.

She leaned into his hand, sliding her own overtop.

"I hope I can sometime soon, Remy." She murmured.

"Take as long as ya need, petite. Gambit can wait." He smiled, before nodding towards the path. "Allons-on?"

"Sure." She nodded, Gambit reluctantly parting from her.

They followed the last light of the sunlight filtering through the through leafy canopy above, although Gambit knew the trail well, picking his way expertly through even as the moon replaced the sun.

"Remy LeBeau..." Shadow mused. "Remy...'The Beautiful'?"

"Dats my name." Gambit shrugged. A smile played on her lips.

"It's a very nice name. Very appropriate."

At that, he raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"Yeah." She sidled closer, gently bumping into him. "You are very handsome."

He chuckled richly.

"Dey say it takes one to know one, mon amie." He grinned toothily at her.

"Oh, do they now?" She mirrored his grin, deliberately hip checking him this time.

"Mmmm." Gambit hummed, returning the gesture. "An' it be a beautiful night to share wit an equally beautiful lady."

"Hah! Flatterer!"

"Non! Gambit does not need to flatter you, Shadow!" The Cajun shook his head. "He be very lucky to be wit you."

Shadow watched him, expression unreadable.

"Then I am very lucky to be with you too...Remy Lebeau."

Gambit chuckled deeply.

---

It was a wonderfully clear night with a bright full moon, and the two spent uncountable minutes gazing at the stars, finding the constellations they knew and making up ones they didn't, listening to the lake water lap gently against the wooden dock.

A light breeze picked up, gently tousling their hair and sending ripples undulating across the glass-like surface of the water.

"Hey, Remy?" Shadow asked.

"Oui?"

Gambit glanced down at her when there wasn't a reply, to see her raise up onto her tiptoes, reaching up to cup his cheek. His heart skipped a beat, and he stepped closer, a smile on his lips. He lowered his head, letting her fingers tangle into his hair. She kissed him softly, tenderly, and he slid an arm around her back to keep her steady.

It might not have started in the best way, with everything that had happened, but this, right now, under the stars and the moon?

This was a good ending to the evening.

(Next: Thoughts at Midnight)

[fenandfield]

I am 21 years old and I am the product of cultural genocide.

Or the attempt of, so to speak.

My fathers mother was one of thousands who were taught to relearn who they were. Made to be right handed. Made to speak English alone. Made to hate where they came from. Made to hide who they were.

And the teachings of our grandfathers were never passed down.

I have never had to suffer the transition of assimilation. I was born into a line of trees with notches in their trunks. Doomed from the start to slant away from my elders. My culture. The life I should have led.

And it feels strange. To know that there was a life you were supposed to have, but never got, because of the violent actions of those who believe themselves to be better.

Stranger, perhaps, to have grown up blissfully unaware of your own heritage. My own father never acknowledging that he was any different apart from the shade of his skin, teaching me, and my siblings, that there was nothing special about being Anishnaabe.

It is special.

I am special.

I carry the scars of the past. I am the voice of those who were forced to stay quiet. I am relearning what was lost and reigniting the flame of a culture nearly destroyed by those who oppress.

Today, we mourn for those lost in the fight that should have never happened. The babies who never got to go home, laid to rest in unfamiliar dirt. The children shunned from their families because their hair had been cut. Unrecognizable. The families stripped of their names. The people without an identity.

Take up your cedar and your tobacco. Offer your thoughts to those still suffering. Listen to the teachings of those who still remember, and give your thanks to the ones standing above all the noise.

And of course, if you can, wear orange on this day of truth and reconciliation.

[robsth0r]

A Work Of Art (Steve Rogers x Trans!Male!Reader)

A/N: So i actually like this one better than the other Steve Rogers x Trans!Male!Reader I did just yesterday. I loved writing it so I hope you enjoy reading it too!

Warnings: Top surgery scars, little angsty but mostly fluff.

Word Count: 476

I had been looking forward to going to the beach with Steve and the Avengers for weeks. However, as the day drew closer, I found myself becoming more and more anxious at the thought. I had recently undergone top surgery, and while I was thrilled with the results, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious about the scars that were still healing.

Steve noticed that something was bothering me, and when he asked me about it, I confided in him about my worries. "I just don't want people staring at me or making me feel uncomfortable or different," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Steve's heart ached at the sight of his boyfriend feeling so insecure. He took my hand and led me to our bedroom. "I want to show you something," he said with a small smile.

Steve pulled out a set of watercolor paints and brushes from his bag. "Let me paint on you," he said, gesturing to my torso.

At first, I was hesitant. But as Steve began to paint delicate, swirling patterns on my skin, I found myself relaxing. The brushstrokes were soothing, and the coolness of the paint on my skin was a welcome distraction from my worries.

As Steve worked, he whispered sweet nothings to me. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. "Your scars are a part of you, and they make you even more special."

By the time Steve had finished, I was almost in tears. The patterns on my skin were breathtakingly beautiful, and I felt as though I was wearing a work of art.

At the beach, I kept my shirt on at first, but Steve's gentle encouragement and support helped me to shed my insecurities. With the rest of the Avengers cheering me on, I stripped down to my swim trunks and jumped into the water with Steve.

As I swam and played volleyball, I felt more alive than I had in months. I felt the warmth of the sun on my skin and the cool water surrounding me, and I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be.

Throughout the day, Steve's reassuring presence never left my side. He held my hand, whispered sweet nothings into my ear, and even painted on my skin again when the water had washed away the first set of patterns.

As the day drew to a close and the sun began to dip below the horizon, I realized that I had never felt more loved and supported in my life. With Steve and the rest of my friends by my side, I knew that I could face anything that came my way, even my own insecurities.

As we walked back to our car, I leaned into Steve and whispered, "Thank you for today. You are amazing."

Steve squeezed my hand and replied, "Always, my love. Always."