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sunkissed-zegras · 8 months

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✮ 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬, zegras' have more fun

♡ ─ summary | media day pictures (NOT MINE AND IT'S NOT THE FC) and something makes the jack stans go crazy

♡ ─ warnings | light-hearted flirting/arguing, brief mention of hate crimes (ITS A JOKE THOUGH), hughes bros being dumb (not trev for once LMAO)

♡ ─ taglist | tbd

♡ ─ ev's notes | this lowkey eats I MISSED THIS AU

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stasszegras ann arbor, michigan

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stasszegras | media day pics, first (official) fnl + WENT LOWKEY VIRAL ON TIKTOK???? tagged: pchandler68, umichfootball, lucafantilli september 23th, 2022

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briesbagels | my favorite tiktok influencer 🤭

↳ stasszegras stop it. 😐

↳ briesbagels 3 million views on a tiktok IS CRAZYYY

↳ stasszegras it's only cus luke was in the video

↳ lhughes_06 clout chaser 😝

briesbagels | LAST PIC OF LUCA IS HORRENDOUS PLS STASS 😫😫

↳ lucafantilli ok this one hurts brie, i thought u were on my side

↳ briesbagels its either u or stass (im choosing my girl)

↳ stasszegras 🤭😏😍

↳ pchandler68 hmmmmm 😏😏

↳ adamfantilli 🥸🥸

↳ stasszegras what's goin on here.... 😥

umichwsoccer | THATS OUR GIRL! 🫡〽️

↳ stasszegras 🤞🏼🤞🏼

jackhughes | wowww okay stassie.. 🤞🏼🤩 woo 😮‍💨😮‍💨

↳ trevorzegras 😟😟 oh no

↳ lhughes_06 since when we callin her stassie????

↳ jackhughes WE?? get ur own nickname lukey 😑😑

↳ stasszegras k y'all let's just stick to stass or little zegras 😶

↳ trevorzegras @/griffinzegras

↳ griffinzegras bffr right now 📸📸📸 aren't you like 30 jack??

↳ jackhughes actually i'm 21 so calm the FUCKK down... and i was just being nice and friendly griff come on now

↳ briesbagels and thats why we wear sunscreen kids 🥴

↳ griffinzegras yea maybe a little too friendly..

↳ stasszegras guys im gonna disable my comments if u keep arguing like 12 year olds

↳ trevorzegras mhm yeah and thats the ONLY REASON why you would wanna disable the comments

lucafantilli | last pic should be considered a hate crime bro how'd u even get that

↳ stasszegras don't ask stupid questions like that luca

↳ adamfantilli 🥸🥸

↳ lucafantilli MY OWN BROTHER?!?!?!

↳ lhughes_06 i guess we are all getting betrayed by our flesh and blood rn 😪

↳ jackhughes be so fr rn lukey

↳ trevorzegras agreed luke

↳ jackhughes 😑😑

↳ pchandler68 interesting.. 📸

quinnhughes | you ate little zegras 🫡

↳ stasszegras thanks quinner 🫶🏼

↳ trevorzegras YEA this is really being friendly @/jackhughes

↳ jackhughes bro. let this go.

↳ quinnhughes leave me the fuck outta this guys, please 😁

lhughes_06 | gonna win us a jr world cup zegras ✊🏼

↳ stasszegras YESSS SIR 🫡🫡〽️〽️ but thats not how it works buddy

↳ lhughes_06 there's no jr world cup????

↳ jackhughes messi is rolling in his grave rn

↳ stasszegras messi is alive????

↳ briesbagels no way bro 😭😭

↳ quinnhughes LMAO PLEASE 😭

pchandler68 | LUCA LOL PLEASE HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH

↳ lucafantilli count your days chandler

↳ pchandler68 wait no luca im sorry

↳ lucafantilli its ur fault u introduced me and stass and NOW LOOK. all the hoes are gone

↳ stasszegras 😑😑😑

↳ adamfantilli not all of them.....🥯🥯🥯

↳ lucafantilli shut up adam.

↳ pchandler68 wait what??...

adamfantilli future manager AND she plays for our soccer team?? it's perfect 🤞🏼🤞🏼

↳ stasszegras hahaahaha no.

↳ nolan_moyle STASS PLEASE

↳ stasszegras stop harassing me nolan

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jhughesnews | jack hughes and anastasia zegras are reportedly going out after he comments a suggestive comment on her most recent post. thoughts???

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fan01 | WHAT?? NO WAY????? WHO WAS GOING TO TELL ME

fan02 | guys they are just friends, if u guys look at her other posts he makes those kinda jokes all the time

↳ fan03 nah bro did u see trevor and griffin's comments? they obviously know something we don't

↳ fan02 yeah but that's their humor

fan04 | good 😭😭😭 for😭😭😭 them 😭😭😭

fan05 | didn't she go out with luke too 😐

↳ fan06 damn she wants the whole crew

↳ fan07 who can blame her tho??? have u seen them 🤭🤭

↳ fan08 no she didn't lmao, those were also JUST rumors and it's obvious they're just friends

fan09 | guys stop it, these are baseless rumors and REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENS TO TAYLOR ALL THE TIME, stass is great just by herself 🫶🏼

↳ fan10 all right girl..

↳ fan11 its giving "coach is right guys... 😣"

↳ fan12 im crying BYEEE PLEASE 😭😭😭😭

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hippolotamus · 3 months

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Fuck it Friday 🪩

Tagged by the lovely and talented @spotsandsocks @buckaroosheart @wikiangela @fortheloveofbuddie @giddyupbuck @tizniz @daffi-990 @diazsdimples (do go check their snippets, creations and fics posted today!) 😘 Some more mirrorball from Eddie's POV (prev snippet here)

Eddie feels his cheeks flush and can only hope the dim lighting makes it less obvious. Because now he is wondering about Arsen. What he would look like on his knees, knelt between Eddie’s legs. What his hair would feel like with Eddie’s fingers threaded through it, tugging and guiding. Eddie needs to leave. Right fucking now. “Gonna call it a night, guys.” He downs the last of his beer, hastily placing it on the table with an awkward thunk. “See you Monday.” He’s met with a chorus of goodbyes, as well as a few pleas to hang out longer. It’s flattering, but he really has to get out of there before the semi he’s sporting becomes obvious. Well, more obvious. Eddie doesn’t look back as he exits the club. He forces himself to keep moving forward, to resist any urge to glance at the stage. He refuses to acknowledge anything other than the dark stretch of road until he pulls into a parking spot at Athena’s. Once he’s inside the diner, he finally lets his defenses drop. “A little late for you to be out.” Bobby, the owner’s husband, teases, greeting him with a smile. “No Christopher tonight?” “Nah, he’s home with my sisters, but I’ll be sure to bring him next time. How are Athena and the kids?” If Bobby notices him changing the subject so as not to have to answer anymore questions about his night, he thankfully doesn't mention it. “Well, May and Harry are spending the weekend with Michael and David. And Athena-” Bobby looks fondly in the direction of the diner’s small office. “You know her, nose to the grindstone with paperwork. I’m hoping to make her take tomorrow off.” “Good luck with that,” Eddie says with a chuckle. “Thanks.” Bobby playfully sighs, as if he knows he’s fighting a losing battle. “Need a menu?” Even if he wasn’t already worked up about earlier, already decided on his comfort food, Eddie wouldn’t need one. He’s got the offerings memorized by now. “I’m good. Just a coffee and a peach cobbler, if you don’t mind.” Bobby gives him a knowing look, as if Eddie’s order speaks volumes about why he’s here. Like Bobby knows he's about to zone out, while pretending he's fine, as he absentmindedly drinks his coffee and shovels dessert in his mouth. “Sure thing. Coming right up.”

no pressure tagging (if you wanna) @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @loserdiaz @wildlife4life @eddiebabygirldiaz @steadfastsaturnsrings @elvensorceress @honestlydarkprincess @spaceprincessem my love @disasterbuckdiaz @shortsighted-owl @chaosandwolves @eowon @buddierights @stereopticons @heartshapedvows @hoodie-buck @jesuisici33 @ladydorian05 @lemonzestywrites @monsterrae1 @statueinthestone @barbiediaz @singlethread @the-likesofus @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @watchyourbuck @your-catfish-friend @gayedmundodiaz and anyone else who wants to share 💖

#eddie is *fine* okay?#a-ok #in fact he's *better* than fine #no need to worry because he is 100% NOT about to have a cobbler fueled crisis #hippo writes #buddie wip #mirrorball fic #fic: watch my shattered edges glisten

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streamafterlaughter · 21 days

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Fundamental Differing

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Chapter XXII: Blood Sugar Sex Magik

tags/warnings (spoilers below the cut!): MDNI 18+ ONLY! angst, drama, confession, tension, ALL YOUR FAVORITES! rockstar!eddie x rockstar!reader, afab!gnc!reader, mentions of reader being bisexual. dual pov

a/n: buckle up people it’s a doozy. i think you’ll like it though.

cw: unprotected p in v, oral (afab receiving), graphic content not meant for people under 18. MDNI, NSFW.

a/n: haha. hey. hi guys. sorry for all that waiting… i hope it was worth it. This chapter is a little different, no prologue flashback, one scene instead of multiple. Decided this deserved its own chapter. a nice lil mindless sex scene for your reading pleasure. thanks SO SO MUCH for reading, and for your patience!

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Your POV

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. You were drunk, but not too drunk to forget what you’d said last night.

The sunlight streams through the blinds, giving the room an orange glow. It’s early, but the bed next to you is empty. Understandably. Shit! You sit up, groaning as the movement makes your head throb. You’re in your underwear, and the shirt you’d worn to the bar last night. You can feel the underwire of your bra digging into your flesh. There was absolutely no reason to go that crazy last night, not if this is the aftermath.

As you’re gaining the courage to stand, the door swings open, and you catch Eddie’s eyes for a millisecond before he looks to the floor, face beet red, breakfast burrito clenched in his grip.

“Sorry, shit, I thought you would have left by now.” Eddie tries to leave the room, but you stop him before you know what you’re doing.

“Wait! Wait,” He stops, slowly stepping back into the room. “Eddie, I am so sorry.” You blurt the words out before you can chicken out. “That was so unfair to you. I was so wasted and I was celebrating, and I wanted to tell you about it but I-”

“Y/n,” Eddie’s voice is calm, firm. “Slow down.”

You take a deep breath, centering yourself. Your head has stopped spinning since Eddie’s appearance in front of you, but you try not to make too much of that. He’s dressed in his usual attire, a pair of black ripped jeans, beat up sneakers, and a well worn band t-shirt. Today’s choice just so happens to be the homemade, one of a kind Death Dance Approximately shirt you’d given to Eddie a lifetime ago. He’s since cropped it right above his navel, exposing his midriff, including a tattoo you’d forgotten existed: Your initials on his hip bone.

Shit!

“Okay,” You start, unsure of how you’re gonna dig yourself out of this one.”I want to apologize.”

Eddie’s face contorts, confusion carved into his features. He leans against the wall, still so far away from you.

“What for?”

You gesture loosely to the air. “Well, you know, everything. Last night.”

“Everything, huh?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he sounds hurt.

“It wasn’t fair. I was drunk, I shouldn’t have barged in here, put you in that position.” You trip over yourself, feeling your throat tighten. Do not fucking cry right now.

“Well,” Eddie draws the word out slowly as he pushes off the wall and towards you. “I can only accept that apology under a certain condition.” He looms over where you sit on the edge of the bed, surrounding you. He smells freshly like cigarettes and mint, clouding your brain as he fills your senses.

“And what would that condition be?” You try to sound unbothered, but your words come out meek, nervous.

“If you mean it or not.”

You gape at him, unblinking, waiting for him to crack, to say “Nah, I'm just kiddin’! We don’t have to get into this right now!” But he doesn’t. He takes another bite of his breakfast instead before tossing it on the dresser, completely unfazed by your silence.

“Do I mean that I'm sorry?” You’re playing very, very dumb right now.

Eddie isn’t willing to drop it, though. “Sweetheart, c’mon. We’re adults. I thought we were over this tiptoeing shit.” He cocks his head to the side, eyes rolling.

“I-” You huff, flustered with the way his neck flexes.. “Look. I didn’t want it to happen like that.” You look at him, determined to get through this without actually admitting anything. “I didn’t mean to say it.”

“Why not?” Eddie shrugs, like this is no big fucking deal.

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Eddie’s POV

He really hopes you can’t tell he’s sweating. He can feel his heart in his throat, choking him with every breath. He keeps his eyes on you to focus. He can’t let you go again. Not after those words have left your mouth.

“Why not?!” You shake your head at him, frustration practically bursting out of your ears. Good, he thinks, you deserve to squirm a little. “How about, because this is what happened the first time? We moved too fast, we didn’t think, and look how that ended up! Or, how about, you’re supposed to be getting well, and the last fucking thing you need is me distracting you. Or, because if this doesn’t go well, we still have another month on the road together! And the fans, what are they gonna say when-”

“Stop.” Eddie shakes his head, kneeling on the floor in front of you. He should be pissed, but he can’t bring himself to be even a little upset. He has the upperhand now, and all he wants is to hear you say it again. Sober, this time. “Please, just tell me if you mean it.”

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Your POV

I should lie to him. It’s not a good idea to tell him, not right now. You could take it back, this is your chance to make everything go back to that uncomfortable, tension riddled “normal” you’ve become so used to with Eddie. Things would be so much easier if you could just lie to him. But the way he’s looking at you, with a hopeful discretion, chocolate eyes wet with unfallen tears. makes every rational thought slide out of your brain, only leaving room for the way he’s pleading with you, wordlessly, as his hands grip yours tightly, hopefully.

“I mean it. Of course I fucking mean it, Eddie.” You barely get the words out before he’s climbing on top of you, hands letting go of yours to find purchase on the mattress either side of you, and you let yours fly to his hair, tangling your fingers through it like it’s second nature. You are quickly overwhelmed by him, your space completely infiltrated. The walls you’d been reinforcing to keep him out now crumble without a second thought, and he’s the one behind the wrecking ball.

“Thank fucking god.” He mumbles against your lips, and you smile into the kiss as he lays you down on the mattress.

“Eddie, wait,” You come to your senses, one final time as his mouth detaches from yours. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

Eddie has moved his mouth to your jaw, and you feel him chuckle against your skin as he kisses down your throat. “Even after all these years, you still doubt that I want this? That I want you?” You can feel his hand slide up your shirt, his skin lighting yours on fire. “You are all I want. All I could ever want. In fact,” He pulls himself away from your neck to look at your face. He’s serious suddenly, all traces of sweet teasing gone. “I should be the one asking if you want this.” He moves to get off of you, but you wrap your legs around his waist, holding him down. You’re tired of pretending not to want him, of avoiding how you feel because it’s easier. “I do. I really, really do.”

Eddie groans as you pull him back to your lips, letting the kiss say everything you’ve wanted to this whole tour. You hold his face in your hands, afraid he’ll disappear if you let go. His hand finds your skin again, sliding up your back to where your bra is still clasped. You’re nodding before he can even get the question out, and you feel the relief as he unhooks the fabric. He tugs your shirt off swiftly, and you let the straps of your bra slide down your shoulders.

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Eddie’s POV

He separates from you then, getting up to kneel in front of where you lay on the bed, mostly exposed, save for your modest pair of black cotton panties. “Fuck,” The word comes out in a heavy breath as he takes in the sight before him. Your torso is littered with tattoos he’s never seen before, including one nestled between your tits. And speaking of, he can’t help but let his eyes land on your chest, admiring how your nipples have pebbled even before he’s really touched you.

“Still beautiful as ever.” He’s mostly talking to himself, but you smile up at him, eyes crinkling around the edges, and he feels his dick throb in his too-tight pants.

“I can’t be the only one exposed here!” You exclaim through giggles, and he obliges without argument, yanking his shirt over his head before moving back towards you.

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Your POV

He’s been shirtless in front of you a few times over the past month, but not in this context. You watch, delighted as his abdomen tightens when you run your fingers down his stomach, along his happy trail to the waistband of his pants. You rake your fingernails over his skin, trace the new ink you hadn’t yet seen up close, listening to his breath hitch when you unbutton his jeans. Before you can yank his pants down, though, Eddie grips your hand in his, moving it back to the mattress. “We’ll get to that. Let me taste you first.” If you weren’t so eager, the words would have knocked you out, but you nod again as Eddie climbs clumsily off the bed to kneel back on the floor. He takes hold of your ankles, swiftly pulling you to the end of the mattress. You feel those pesky bats in your stomach for the first time in what feels like forever, heat rushing to your face as Eddie moves further in between your legs.

He’s in no rush as he moves up your body, lingering to place soft kisses in the crevices of your knees, the plush of your thighs, the peaks of your hips. He ghosts over your clothed heat, nose grazing your mound as he watches you writhe and plead above him. He’s amused by your eagerness, you know him well enough, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You want him, need him, and you’re tired of pretending you don’t.

Eddie is about to yank your last shred of clothing from your body when there’s a knock on the door.

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Eddie’s POV

You have got to be fucking kidding. “What?!” He shouts, irritated, relaxing only slightly when he feels you giggling underneath him.

“Have you seen Y/n?” It’s Steve, taking his morning roll call. Eddie looks to you for the answer, but you only shrug, face getting redder by the second.

He moves to get off of you, but you follow him like attracting magnets, attaching your lips to his neck as he tries to answer his friend, causing his words to get lost in the fog, only letting out a strangled “Uhh…”

“Ed?” Steve twists the doorknob, out of habit probably. You flinch, and he feels his heart crack. “Wha- yeah! Sorry, I'm a little busy right now!” He clenches his teeth to keep from moaning as you lick a stripe up the column of his throat.

“Busy? You wanna know busy?!” Eddie can picture Steve behind the door, leaning into the peephole, one hand on his hip the other gesturing wildly. As pretty as Steve may be, the image is killing Eddie’s hard-on right now.

You’re not about to let that happen, though. “Steve, go away.” A command. He shifts, dick twitching in his pants again like a fuckin’ teenager.

“I-,” Pause. “Y/n?”

“Yeah.”

Silence. Then the fading of his footsteps down the hall. Eddie wills himself to look at you again, and is rewarded with your shit eating grin. “You are such a brat.” He scoffs, no actual effort behind the insult.

You have the gall to pout at him, like you’re an innocent bystander.

“Does this mean you don’t want to fuck me anymore?”

He gapes at your question, blinking rapidly as he digests it.

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Your POV

You’d meant it to lighten the mood, but you’ve caught him off guard. Instead of his answer, you’re greeted with another interruption beyond the door. “Hey, love birds! Steve sent me over here because it is far too awkward for him to talk to you in this position, but I, frankly, am happy to relay the information.” While Robin is talking at you, Eddie is making his way closer, lowering to the floor while you bite back laughter at the mess you've gotten yourself into.

”We check out in two hours. If you plan to live out your honeymoon a little longer, it will be on your own dime!” Eddie kisses up your leg, grazing your skin with his nose, sending chills up your spine. Robin is seemingly unaware of your state, or she genuinely does not care. “We’re all going out for dinner tonight before everyone goes home, and both of you better not skip it to cuddle up in bed, you can do that for as long as you want, starting tomorrow. Also,” Eddie’s yanking at your waistband, his body shaking with giggles that you echo despite the knot in your stomach tightening with his touch. “Why are you laughing? What are you guys even doing in there? I know you’re not still asleep.”

”Robin!” Eddie calls, voice strained against his laughter. “I’m trying to eat!”

You drop your jaw, sending a backhanded slap to his shoulder.

”Did you guys get room service? Got any extra-,”

You cut her off with an involuntary moan, caused by Eddie slipping a finger past the damp cotton barricade of your underwear to slide teasingly between your folds. You smack a hand over your mouth, but it’s too late. There’s no way she didn’t hear that.

“Are you okay in th-“ It clicks. Finally. “Oh my god. Oh my god! Are you guys fucking?!” No regard for her fellow guests, or her best friend, Robin is cackling on the other side of the door. You’re in crisis, and she’s laughing!

”We’re trying!” You shriek back, feeling the frustration build as Eddie’s finger circles around your clit, causing you to grind against his hand.

“Oh my god. Wait. Is this first time?! Am I interrupting? Holy shit, I am so sorry-“

”Robin!” Eddie shouts again, this time sternly, losing his patience.

“Yeah?”

”Leave.”

”Yup, yup. See ya!” And finally, the fading of her footsteps, scurrying down the hall.

Eddie turns his face back to your center, littering kisses on your thigh as he wiggles your underwear away from your body.

You can’t help but get in one last dig. “You think she’s going to tell Gareth?”

His smile drops from his face completely, jaw tightly clenched. “I have no problem ignoring him yelling at me on the other side of that door. I think at this point he knows I don’t listen to him. And, he’d probably be relieved to find out I grew a pair.”

You scoff, ready with a wise ass remark when he shuts you up with a slow, wet lick between your folds. He glides your panties the rest of the way down your legs, and you don’t miss him pocketing them before moving his hands back to your thighs.

“Fuck,” you whine, desperately clawing at the sheets as Eddie’s tongue latches to your clit, tracing eager patterns across the bud. You drop your head back to the mattress, willing your brain to turn off. Eddie groans into your pussy, rutting against the mattress as he slips a single ringed digit into your hole. You buck your hips, aching for more and blinded by how good it all feels, how familiar. You’d had your fair share of one night stands since leaving Eddie, enough to get used to the normalcy of bad sex. Now, you’re blinded by how Eddie reads your body, like you’re written in a language only he can understand.

His tongue moves in circles over your clit, fingers curling steadily inside of you. The sounds he causes you to make are wet and absolutely filthy, but you can’t bring yourself to feel any shame. It’s Eddie, after all. You can feel your desire ripple through you, the coil in your stomach tightening with each swipe of his tongue, every stroke of his finger. He doesn’t relent, keeping an agonizing pace while you grind your pussy against his face, desperate for release. In response to your begging, Eddie groans into your core, the vibrations sending a shock of pleasure up your spine, and your vision goes white.

“Eddie, I’m gonna, fuck I’m gonna come!” It doesn’t take you long to feel your resolve snap, sending your legs shaking on either side of Eddie’s head. He holds you in place, still lapping at your juices as he claws at your hips, a response to the desperate praise you sing for him, an unintelligible string of curses and his name through breathy sighs as you attempt to slow your heart down. Eddie only pulls away when you tap the top of his head lightly, signaling your overstimulation. He releases his mouth from your core with a wet pop, and you can see his lips and chin are shiny with your arousal.

“Good as you remember?” He hovers over you, teasing smirk on his swollen lips as you scoff, rolling your eyes.

“Even better, somehow.” You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his body flush against yours. Your breathing is still ragged, heart still skipping around in your chest as he closes the gap between you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You take his distracted state as an opportunity, tightening your grip around him, flipping him onto the mattress, landing on top of him a little less gracefully than you’d have liked, causing Eddie to burst into laughter. You’re quick to shut him up, grinding your sensitive cunt over his clothed cock, feeling it kick up at the contact. “You wanna help me get these off?” You ask sweetly, toying with the button of his jeans.

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Eddie’s POV

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart.” His head falls against the mass of pillows, head foggy with the heat between his legs. “Keep doin’ that and I won’t even get the tip in.” Eddie grips your hips harshly, willing you to be still. Touching you doesn’t help in centering himself, though.

“What a shame that would be,” You tease, unclasping his belt as you speak. “Guess I’ll have to move quickly.” Eddie gets the hint, tucking his thumbs into the waistband to assist in getting his stupidly tight jeans off. He’ll curse himself about it another time, though. Right now, he’s solely focused on you, yanking his pants and underwear from his body, and tossing them to the floor carelessly before straddling him again.

You’ve always been a tease, and even all of this time apart hasn’t changed that, Eddie notices. You move slowly, sliding the length of his cock between your wet folds, head lolled to the side as you close your eyes, as if focusing into the feeling between your body and his. Eddie bites back a groan as he watches your performance, awestruck by the closeness. You infiltrate his senses, and he wills himself not to close his eyes from the pleasure.

Finally, after what feels like eternity, his swollen tip catches on your entrance, jolting him into action. He takes his cock in his hand, preparing to line up to your center the way he must have hundreds of times before. Even after these years apart, the distance both emotionally and physically between you, it is a second nature to him. You’re about an inch away when he has a moment of clarity.

“Wait,”

You huff in complaint. “Seriously?”

“I don’t have a condom.”

–

Your POV

That has never stopped him before, and you can feel the panic in your throat as you ask the question. “Have you ben fucking other people?”

He stutters, “Well, I-”

“Wait. Don’t answer that. Did you wear one when you were fucking other people?”

“Of course.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. I’m on the pill, you’re being safe.” You shrug. Nonchalant. Not desperate at all.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“When you fuck other people, do they… ?”

“I just said I’m on the pill.”

“Yeah, okay, but you don’t know who these guys are, what diseases-”

“Okay, Eddie, stop. First of all, how do you know what genetalia the people I’m fucking have?”

That shuts him up. “Yeah. Also, if you must know, I have made all the people with penises wear a rubber. Feel better?”

Eddie is silent, and you let your brain run with your panic again. The mood is dead, Eddie is over the spontaneous, passionate confession and he’s never going to speak to you again.

“Okay.” He shrugs, and before you can respond he grips your hips, guiding you down onto his cock as you roll your hips forward, taking him deeper. Without much effort, you take his entire length, reveling in the familiar stretch of your walls. He lets you set the pace at first, a vice grip on your hips as you gain your strength, bouncing on his cock as he bucks his hips into you. You feel him growing impatient though, his thrusts growing eager, hands migrating up to grab your tits. Though you would love to draw this out, make him beg you for it, you find you’re just as desperate, watching him beneath you, mouth slack and eyes glossy, a picture you’ve missed for so long.

He finally sits up, and you let him wrap an arm around your waist, flipping you onto the mattress. Effortlessly, Eddie gains control, lifting one of your legs to wrap around his waist, allowing him even deeper inside of you. The new sensation draws a guttural moan from you, unabashed and absolutely filthy.

“Fuck, I missed that sound,” Eddie speaks between grunts, seemingly hypnotized by the way his movements cause your boobs to bounce. He continues snapping his hips, prodding that spot deep inside, that only he’s ever been able to reach. “Thought about ‘em all the time. Couldn’t let myself forget those pretty noises.” All the while, you can’t form a single coherent thought, brain foggy from the heat, coil in your stomach tightening again. He looks so beautiful above you, curly bangs stuck to his face with perspiration, eyes blown out with desire.

Eddie babbles on, ever the talker. “Missed these beauties,” He holds himself up with one hand, the other squeezing your tit again teasingly, and you giggle. “And this pussy too, so much.” the same hand travels down, ghosting over your skin until he reaches between your bodies, rubbing sweet circles on your clit. “Best I ever had, only one I ever wanted. Takin’ me so well, sweetheart. You feel so fucking good.”

“I missed you too, Eddie. You make me feel so good.” It’s a whisper, all you really have the strength for. He’s panting, resting his sweaty forehead against your own as you breathe into each other’s mouths, and his smile widens with your admission. His rhythm stutters slightly, but he doesn’t relent. “Need you to say it again, baby. Wanna hear you tell me again.”

You don’t have to ask what he means. Through your haze, you can barely get the words out, but you muster enough from the way he’s looking at you. “I love you, Eddie.”

Eddie groans at your words, throwing his head into the crook of your neck, like he’s embarrassed by his sensitivity “Fuck, I love you too. I love you so much, y/n. So. Fucking. Much.” He punctuates each word with a thrust, bringing you to peak.

And he’s right behind you. “Where should I-” He lifts his head up, and he looks at you with wide, frightened eyes.

“Inside, Eddie, please come inside me.” Your breathing is ragged, legs twitching rapidly as you cry out, white knuckles gripping the mattress.

“Shit, baby, fuck!” Eddie keeps his pace until you can’t hold on, the tether finally snapping as your walls tighten around him. You throw your arms around Eddie’s shoulders, nails digging into his skin as his cock twitches. He comes with you, spilling inside of you as a shiver runs through his body. You bring your mouth to his, swallowing his whines as you both ride out your orgasms, skin sticking to skin with sweat and spit.

Reluctantly, Eddie slips himself out of you, causing you to whine at the loss. Before you can say anything, he’s rolling out of bed and into the bathroom.

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Eddie’s POV

He needs a minute. Maybe an hour. Realistically he’s gonna need a month. Shit. Regret isn’t the right word. Ashamed, maybe, of his lack of resolve when the subject comes to you. He’s vulnerable, exposed. He tries to shake the intrusive voice from his brain yelling in his ear that he doesn’t deserve to be loved, especially not by you.

“Eds?” Your voice pulls him from his thoughts, and he takes a deep, heavy breath before returning to you with a wet cloth.

“Sorry, got a little lost.” He chuckles, suddenly unsure how to approach this. Post sex for Eddie lately had consisted of a brief wave and a paid cab at most. Something tells him that isn’t the correct approach this time.

“Where’d you go?” You tilt your head, lending your ear like nothing’s changed since yesterday.

Eddie shakes his head. He won’t let himself ruin this again. “Nowhere more important than here.” He slips the cloth between your legs, gently wiping your inner thighs as he speaks. “Just had to pinch myself a few times.”

When you smile at him, he forgets everything he’s supposed to be worried about. He can only smile back, briefly before he kisses you again. He makes a point to be gentle, to show you he means it. Nothing is more important than here, now, with you. When your hands lace into his hair again he can’t help but sigh, as if relieved to be in your arms again.

He can’t fully shake the tension, though, and you seem to sense that. “We’ll figure this out, okay? We can talk after dinner. Just float here with me a little longer.” Your soft hand caresses his stubbled cheek, tickling him slightly as he reads your features. There is so much love in your eyes, it causes his heart to race.

Eddie nods, leaning his cheek further into your palm. You lean in again, kissing him gently as if sealing your word. He pulls you into his lap, holding you as closely as he physically can. You stay like that for awhile, before migrating to the balcony, lazily draped in t shirts as you smoke your cigarettes, enjoying each other’s presence. For now, Eddie can relax. Even for a few minutes, he is grateful for the silence.

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“Tattooed in your brain” part 5!

Damian preiest x Fem reader

Type- fluff

Warnings- aftercare from night prior, cussing

A/n- back with part 5! Hope you guys enjoy this! On Thursday I’ll post a Roman x reader so be ready for that! Love you guys 🫶

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You woke up the next morning in a comfortable bed with a thick comforter over your naked body.

You groaned and rubbed your eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness.

You rolled over and was met with Damian’s tattooed back.

It looked so good in the morning light.

You reached out and wrapped your hands around his torso, pulling yourself closer.

His body was warm, you could fall asleep again in seconds.

His scent filled your nose, causing you to smile and nuzzle against him.

You heard him groan, moving around a little as well.

He rolled over, now his chest facing you.

That looked just as good.

“You look pretty the morning after.”

He leaned down and kissed you, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you close.

You smiled as you pulled away, laying your head against his chest.

“You wanting to take a shower together later?”

He mumbled as he wrapped his strong arms around your torso.

You fit perfectly in his arms

“Maybe, what you got in mind for today?”

“Not sure, I was thinking about going to the shop and sketching some on you, that tattoo idea has been stuck in my brain.”

you remembered the way he touched your collarbone, you were intrigued to see what he wanted to do.

“I wouldn’t mind that, you better take me out to lunch though.”

“I most definitely will.”

You two had showered together and got dressed to head over to the empty tattoo shop.

They were closed on Sundays, so no one would be there except for you two

His work room was a little different from Rheas .

His was a little smaller, and he had less decorations.

He had you sit on the chair with your shirt pulled down, sitting across from you with a sketchbook.

“What’s the idea?”

“You’ll see in a second, if I get this done quick enough you want to get it done today?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Awesome. I think you’ll like it.”

You smiled and watched him sketch, the only sound filling the room being the pencil.

He looked so elegant and professional while doing it

It was insane.

You were soon snapped out of your thoughts when you both heard the door open.

Damian got up and peeked his head out the door.

“Rhea what are you doing here?”

Thank god it was just Rhea.

“I could say the same for you”

Damian just shook his head and went back to sketching.

Rhea stuck her head in the door and looked at you.

“Didn’t think you would be here either.”

You just shrugged.

“Whatever, I’m gonna grab my things and leave.”

“Where you going?”

“I’m going home to practice.”

“Why not practice here?”

“I don’t want to be here when you guys start fucking.”

“Rhea!!”

She turned and walked away, leaving you somewhat flustered.

You heard Damian chuckle wnd looked over to see him shaking his head.

Damn bitch.

“I think I’m finished now, you want to see it or you want it to be a surprise?”

You opened you eyes and looked over at him.

“Surprise me, I like it better.”

He smiled and grabbed his stuff, grabbing a red and black ink.

This was gonna be interesting

“You okay to take your shirt off and move your bra strap?”

You nodded, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen you naked the night prior.

You watched him put on the gloves and get everything else ready.

It was so professional, it kind of turned you on.

You shook those thoughts out of your head and turned your attention towards him.

“You want any numbing stuff?”

“Nah, it wasn’t as bad as I thought last time.”

He smiled and walked over, leaning down to kiss your lips quickly before pressing the stencil down.

Just like last time, the way his hands moved on your skin sent butterflies.

You could tell this tattoo was gonna be better than the last.

“This shouldn’t take long, but if you want a break or need anything let me know.”

you nodded, moving your hair over to the side and turning your head.

You would give your body up just to be his canvas if needed.

The needles startled you at first, but the way Damian’s hands moved across your shoulder eased your mind.

He focused on your shoulder, occasionally rubbing the bone under it.

He was so gentle.

“If you need to sleep or anything you can”

You looked over and made eye contact with him, smiling.

He smiled back and kissed your forehead.

“How close are you to being done?”

“I’m about halfway, if you want me to I can lean the chair all the way back and get you my pillow.”

“That would be nice, thanks”

He mumbled a small “of course” and put his tools down, standing up and walking over to the dark purple pillow he had.

You wanted to look at your tattoo so badly, but you held back for the surprise of it.

He placed the pillow under your head and leaned the chair all the way down.

“Need a blanket?”

“I’m good, thanks for offering though.”

He smiled and gave you a quick kiss on your lips.

“Goodnight Cariño, I’ll wake you up when I’m done”

“Y/n, wake up baby”

You groaned and opened your eyes, looking at Damian who as smiling above you.

“Ready for the reveal?”

You nodded and sat up with his help, rubbing your eyes.

He gave you a smaller mirror and waited, excitement laced on his features.

To say you were amazed was an understatement.

It was a sword with a thorned rose wrapped around it, it was small but beautiful.

“Damian this is amazing holy shit.”

“You think so?”

“Yes I love it!”

“Good, let’s get you wrapped up and then we can get some lunch.”

You looked like an idiot with how much you were smiling, but you didn’t care.

He got you wrapped up and then put his stuff away, helping you put on your shirt and fix your bra.

“Where do you want to go for lunch?”

“Surprise me, you’ve been good at that recently”

He chuckled and leaned down, kissing you on your lips.

The way he held your waist when he kissed you drove you crazy.

“Let’s go then.”

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The delicate beginning rush

Instagram photo dump part IX

Masterlist <chapters 1->14 here>

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Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

!!Everything Fake!!

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y/n4real.2002

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y/n4real.2002 that's a wrap #theinbetween

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kyleallan: had a great time working with you

⤷y/n4real.2002: kyleallan pleasure was all mine

⤷fan3: they look so cute together, I can't wait to see the movie

fan1: this movie is gonna be heartbreaking, I can feel it

ab3.fan: Austin didn't like this post 👀

⤷austi.n.fan: omg yess, what's up with that

⤷fan49: um he's not her boyfriend so I don't see why him not liking her post means something

⤷austin.B_fan: it means something because he ALWAYS likes her posts, except for the ones where she's with other guys

fan00: agh I just read on redit about the movie, guys this one will make us cry

⤷fan12: haha how is it that she always plays sad roles

⤷ fan054: she's just too good at making us cry so of course she gets sad roles all the time

⤷fan2: she always eats and leaves no crumbs

⤷fan1: period

y/n4real.2002

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y/n4real.2002: growing up immersed into the magic of Elvis Presley, I used to play pretend in my room, acting like I was performing on stage with him. Unfortunately I was born too late for that to ever happen, but I had the honor to sing one of his most memorable songs at the premiere of the movie portraying his life. Thank you bazluhrmann and priscillapresley for all the love and support. And congratulations to the cast for making an incredible movie.

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bazluhrmann: the honor was mine to work with such an incredibly talented artist, thank you

⤷y/n4real.2002: bazluhrmann I'll forever carry in my heart your kind words

priscillapresley: my darling girl, I was brought to tears by your beautiful voice, I was proud to witness you sing

⤷y/n4real.2002: priscillapresley words can't describe the gratitude and respect I have for you

austinbutler: beautiful 💜🧶

⤷y/n4real.2002: austinbutler 💜🧶

⤷fan44: one day we will break the code and understand what you two were up to🤔

tchalamet: that's my sister everyone, she's show stopping🥹

⤷y/n4real.2002: tchalamet crying 😭

⤷fan293: he's such a supporter

taylorswift: What? When? Omg? Kid, you did it!! From sprinkler splashes to fireplace ashes.🌟🌟

⤷y/n4real.2002: taylorswift I gave my blood, sweat and tears for this.

⤷taylorfan: guys what is this?? 👀

⤷fan13: I choose to clown and say, lyrics 😤

bazluhrmann

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bazluhrmann it's an exceptional thing to meet young devoted, talented, heartfelt, kind and passionate people. y/n4real.2002 was able to convince me she's all of the above in just a short talk, then I had her come in the studio and her raw emotion when performing brought everyone to tears, something that happened once again last night. Thank you young lady you're incredible.

Btw she insisted we take a mirror selfie, not sure what that’s about, but I’m in.

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y/n4real.2002 haha brb gonna go cry, those must be some of the kindest words I've ever heard😭🥹

⤷austinbutler: y/n4real.2002 if that's the case you've been hanging out with the wrong people, because Baz said it as he saw it

⤷y/n4real.2002: austinbutler nah you guys are just overly kind

priscillapresley: a beautiful young soul I'm so proud to have met you

⤷y/n4real.2002: priscillapresley I have all the respect and admiration for you

fan293: this has to be the most iconic moment of 2022 so far

fan45: haha not Baz saying she made him take a mirror selfie

⤷fan23: that’s so gen Z of her

elvis.fan2: Elvis would be proud

austin.2.fan: Austin's comment 🥹 my man is in loooveee

⤷kaiafans: he has a girlfriend 😡😤

⤷kaia.no.1.fan: I don't think he cares

⤷fan234: let's not turn this into something else, this is an appreciation post for y/n

y/n4real.2002

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y/n4real.2002 loved designing this dress with teutamatoshi inspired but the lucky suit worn by Elvis in 1972

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teutamatoshi: 🌟🌟

⤷y/n4real.2002: teutamatoshi 🥹💜

fan192: looking gorgeous

austin.fan: this right here is why I'm obsessed with this girl

ep.fan: an icon for doing this

elvismovie: looking devine

⤷fan23: the people running the instagram page for the movie showing the right amount of respect is the kind of energy we want

bazluhrmann: that's genius

⤷y/n4real.2002: bazluhrmann thanks I'm trying my hardest 🫣😉

austinbutler: gorgeous

⤷y/n4real.2002: austinbutler guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats

⤷fan102: not her referencing a Taylor song 😭😭

⤷fan2: austinbutler unless you wanna come along (is what she wants to say🤫)

⤷fan34: fan2 I'm wheezing 🤣😭🤣😭

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that.gossip.blog: y/n4real.2002 made a surprise appearance at the Elvis premiere at Cannes Film Festival, where she performed "Can't help falling in love", her amazing performance brought many to tears, Austin Butler, Baz Luhrmann and Priscilla Presley included. You can now listen to her cover on the soundtrack of the movie and read more about the night at the link in bio. #elvismovie

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fan23: they look so cute together

aus.tin.fan: they are so adorable

fan394: her performance was amazing absolutely

elvis.fan: girl really said Imma bring this one back around, I just know her cover is about to be viral

austin.fan: his hand on he waist

⤷fan34: nah cause I'm crying they are meant to be

⤷a.b.fan: at this point I'm rooting for them to be a couple

⤷fans3: here here

gossip.follower: I saw on twitter someone say they stayed at the same hotel

⤷austin-fan: this is the kind of news we need

⤷aus.butler.fan: go Austin go !!

⤷kaia.fan: so y'all just forgot about Kaia?

fan1: my girl is glowing 🥹

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Twenty questions for fic writers

thanks for the tag @lowkeyed1!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 53 without my podfic only works

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 195,236

3. What fandoms do you write for? According to my front page, the fandoms I write the most for are Haven (7) Ted Lasso (6) Fandom - Fandom (6) Teen Wolf (5) Our Flag Means Death & Willow (4)

I'm fine with Haven being my number one but I'd like to bump Teen Wolf off there. My Willow fic will overtake it soon but I still need another fandom to push it off completely!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A Wedding of Errors - Teen Wolf, Allison/Lydia, Rated T - Wedding Planner AU and my first (and only?) Big Bang fic! It had beautiful at and I still follow the artist though it looks like the post got deleted in a blog rebrand or something.

Not a Rebound - Supergirl, Winn/James, Rated E - Post season 2 episode 1 smut I wrote to make myself feel better after they nerfed Kara/James for no reason! (we know the reason 😑)

No Time Like the Present - Young Justice, Jamie/Bart, Rated G - Short little future fic of Bart having a panic attack and Jamie helping him out. First time I wrote something and was like wow that was like writing writing!

Uninvited - Elementary, Gen Sherlock & Watson - pod together project I had to ask for a co-writer to help pinch hit this for me because I was struggling. It was strange to co-write, especially with a stranger, but it was interesting and the podficcers seemed to have fun!

ShapeShift - Teen Wolf, Stiles/Danny, Rated T - AU based on a Bollywood movie I found on Netflix and became obsessed with called Pyaar Impossible. Also a pod together project!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Sometimes. I like that ao3 has the unread comments on your front page, so I like to keep them there so I can see them and smile at them when I'm scrolling through the suggested marked for later stuff. If someone has commented multiple times, I'll usually thank them on the most recent one rather than replying to all of them. Of course if someone asks a question I'll answer. Otherwise it depends on my mood.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I was gonna say I try not to leave fics on too an angsty note but then I remembered Garder le Silence my Harry Potter pod together that's an episode of Potterwatch during book 7. It's pretty moody all the way through.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably A Wedding of Errors. It's the only fic with an epilogue so you actually have a little time after the couple gets together. Hmm should I write more epilogues? 🤔

8. Do you get hate on fics? I got an angry comment on Wedding saying it was a bad f/f fic because I spend too much time on the side m/m/m love triangle. Honestly that was something I was worried about and if the person had just been disappointed, I would've understood but they were just mean so fuck em.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? a little! increasingly more so last month lol some light d/s, with a lot of silliness and communication

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? nah I don't love the idea of crossovers. Usually I'd rather have a full AU

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? i don't think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! Wedding was translated into Russian in 2015, two years after I wrote it and the translator made a little banner for it!

😭 it is so crazy to think someone thought about my fic so much they put it in another language! I am in awe of them. Umi no Iruka you can ask anything of me. You can throw me into battle like a pokemon. I am in your debt.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Just Uninvited!

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku from My Hero Academia. I have never written a fic for them and I probably never will. It's a classic case of, if I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. 🥺

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Hmm well I don't usually post anything unless I've finished it. I did start a series of fics for a glee rare pair but I am nOT going back to that. I have the last installment in my Winn gets fucked series like 90% done I literally just need them to fuck and I can post it. I have a couple Haven WIPs I probably won't go back to unless the hyperfixation comes back in a big way.

16. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue, calling back to things earlier in the fic, estimating the word count of a story, which I didn't think was a strength but lowkeyed said it was their weakness so i guess!

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Description of places blegh, coming up with events for people to do between plot points, describing how people move and gesture? I can see things so clearly in my head it's so hard to describe! it's like "and then they do the face they did in episode 6 where they were like hmnmm you know??" impossible! I should've become an artist!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I would love to if I knew the language well enough but unfortunately I'm english only. I've thrown in a few lines sparingly but I think there's definitely some cool stuff that can happen if it's used right by someone who understands the language well.

19. First fandom you wrote for? I think Jimmy Neutron? I got into fandom young lol

20. Favorite fic you've written? Whatever I'm currently working on is my favorite! I love creating so much and I'm ecstatic imagining all the scenarios and tweaking them over and over and living in their heads and surprising myself when I come up with things I didn't plan! So by that measure my favorite is my unpublished Cyrano inspired romcom but if we're going published, I of course have to go with Multivocal, my heart ❤️ or perhaps A Familiar Sound, my soul! ✨

Tagging @secrets-of-luftnarp @lawlessferalgay @lichfucker @caseycassidy

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20 Questions for fic writers

I got tagged by @thetragicallynerdy, thank youuu <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

57 since 2018!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

494,281, the vast majority of which is from the last year and a half.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently just Our Flag Means Death, but previously Schitt’s Creek.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

to wild homes we return to (Schitt's Creek) (5,943 words)

an atypical emotional response to common sounds (Our Flag Means Death (TV)) (6,612 words)

Made With Love (Schitt's Creek) (8,942 words)

What happened in Vegas? (Schitt's Creek) (1,000 words)

actually, the markup is very good (Schitt's Creek) (1,166 words)

I started writing Schitt’s Creek fic when the fandom was relatively small, so I suspect that accounts for the prominence here. Funny enough, the one OFMD fic in this list is the most recent thing I posted. The stats on that thing blow my mind a little (not that ever do, like, big name fan writer numbers).

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I reply to every one if I can. Sometimes when people binge-read a multi-chapter fic and leave comments on several chapters I find it hard to come up with something to say in reply to all but the last (or specific things mentioned in the comment), but I love when that happens!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Gotta be in a time trap, an efficient little 5+1 not-exactly-a-fix-it OFMD post-S1 timeloop fic where Stede keeps waking up with Chauncey’s pistol in his face.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Skipping the Schitt’s Creek fics, because those are largely happy fluff to begin with… Probably the most uncomplicatedly upbeat happy endings are found in Disruptors and We’re Gonna Live In The Trees.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No one has ever said anything unkind to me on AO3.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Oh, god, I’m fucking TRYING, and it is a TRIAL. It is NOT my default, but it’s personal shit I wanna work on, so. It’s generally not mlm, though ‘an atypical emotional response to common sounds’ is the one exception. Currently pushing myself to improve throughout the t4t tealoranges climate apocalypse fic the way things are going (with deep gratitude to tragic for their support and advice).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Heh, my first attempt at writing smut was a Schitt’s Creek/The Good Place crossover, Wine Tasting! Eleanor helps Stevie explore her bisexuality as a kind of soul-saving thing (look, I don’t know). I’ve written a few other things that are heavily inspired by other things, or rewrite/twist something into the current obsession (OFMD, always OFMD), but no full-on crossovers.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. That’d be weird.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nah, though a few have been recorded as podfics. ♥️

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Ask Me Anything: A TealOranges SMAU was totally co-authored with @thetragicallynerdy, of course. I also like to say that Kitchen Mistakes & How To Avoid Them was in many ways a collaboration with my friend rose, who was muuuuch more than a beta reader, even if they won’t claim it as such. And oh no I’ve dropped the ball on this (it takes effort) but several pals in one of my group chats were co-writing a silly thing together, Public Relations: An OFMD Celebrity SMAU. I really enjoy collaborating on creative projects and would do it again! Though, uh, probably no more SMAUs. 😂

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

tbh ships in and of themselves are not my main approach to enjoying things, though I realize that’s the structure a lot of fanworks take (including my own). I really do love writing Jim/Oluwande and Ed/Stede. I know, boring ol’ canon ships, but whatever. Those guys can fit all kinds of wild AUs and personal shit!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Ehhh, honestly, if I abandon a WIP, it’s probably dead. I have at least one thing that might look abandoned because I haven’t updated it since August but I swear it isn’t. Probably. Ennhhh.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m good at picturing/researching the setting enough to shade in the details and make it feel real for the story. Dialogue, because I hear it in my head and rewind and play it back and write it down. Internal monologue/complicated feelings.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Oh god, smut. Smut is SO hard. Describing bodies/clothes and probably to a large extent facial expressions, too. Em dashes. Tagging.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’ve really only done tiny bits of Spanish dialogue in fic. I took Spanish in school ages ago, but have never ever ever been fluent, so it’s pretty minimal and uses reference sites/translation tools to do my best that the phrases make sense in context, etc. If it were more than that, I’d want to confer with someone who’s a native speaker or has a lot of direct cultural experience, but generally I don’t think I’m ambitious enough to try to write outside my own experience in that particular way.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Schitt’s Creek, unless you count what might be considered songfic back when I was obsessed with Smashing Pumpkins and Radiohead in high school in the late ‘90s.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Hmm, an impossible question, really. Maybe all that i need is you and the sea (an accidental time travel amnesiac love story told in five parts), because it was perhaps my first experience with something that bananas taking over my head and just flowing out of my brain over the course of several days, and it touches on all kinds of themes and issues and jokes I include in other fics. I learned a lot working on it, too. I just think it’s neat.

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Tagging some writers I <3 here who might've already been tagged (i will never catch up with tumblr scroll) or simply don't wanna, so feel free to take this as a friendly wave hello if anything: @emi--rose @epersonae @ghostalservice @bktrashcat @sassygwaine [am i currently re-reading ALTWSS? yes] @petrichorca or really anyone <3

#tag game #writing about writing #personal #blah blah blah archem writes too much fanfic and for what

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ravenadottir · 2 years

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hi there.

this is a very long post about why i'm deactivating my inbox and taking some time off, so... if you're not interested, skip this one. you know it's long and... not cohesive, which is very on brand for me.

gotta keep that ✨aesthetic ✨ going.

it's been maybe a year since the last time i closed my inbox for a while. i really need every spare second i can get to focus on my other projects. i have many pieces to finish, and coming in to tumblr and responding asks takes some time.

don't get me wrong, i fucking love it (i'll talk about it later on in this post) but i just really have been buried in unfinished projects, and well, you've seen the length of my answers, bitch can't shut up about the subject people ask him about lol so it takes a while to answer them, and i need this time.

i'm not sure how long this hiatus is gonna take, and i'm ok with not knowing. if this was last year's time off i would be calculating everything, trying to come up with a solid calendar mark, but now? nah, i'm cool with not knowing.

a few things i need to address before i go:

plenty of characters are queer or other genders and there's nothing you can do about it. you can argue with the wall because it's the only thing that's not gonna disagree with you.

i have no problem with anyone in the fandom. if there's any "beef", that's you having it with me, it's not mutual. i can't hate/dislike someone i don't even know or care about. get over yourself.

if you feel the need of sending hate in my inbox... i do hope you find peace, and whatever situation, person, struggle is making you feel so angry, i hope it's temporary. also, know that you don't need to ignore or try not to feel your anger, you just need to know how to manage it. people you don't know in real life, and that are not responsible for making you feel this way, are not exactly the people who deserve your explosions. if you cannot confront your trigger, know this: it's gonna be ok. this is not gonna last forever, and you will have the power to leave this situation soon. i know it sounds condescending, but i'm being serious. everything is gonna be ok.

from here on out it's about to get cheesy, so if you're uncomfortable with feelings, this is the end of the post for you. hope you have a blast while i'm gone. stay hydrated and fed.

i have some advice for you: please don't let anything negative affect the way you look at your work or creative process. whether it's a condescending comment, or an ask, or even someone in real life saying something... if you're in search of the perfect way of writing, something that fits with your style and time table, you have to think about what you want, and not what other people will think it's interesting. YOU'VE GOT THIS! keep going, you know exactly what to do, don't let the writing paralysis get to you.

to whoever sent those asks about writing advice, please tag me in your updates if you ever do write those pieces. i would honestly love to read them now that i'll have more time. i'm a big advocate for "the more the merrier" and that's not gonna change. TAG ME!

stop clenching your jaw and go drink some water and eat something. that frail body of yours is not gonna survive on air and positive thoughts you dumb bitch (affectionate).

i'll be logged off for a while so i can work on the (many, many, many) outlines i have to finish, so i might not respond messages as quickly, but i'll get to them at some point.

this is random but... i have discovered watercolor and brown noise and it has been really peaceful lately. i don't know if this information will serve you in any way but i thought i would share.

anyway!

the anons that have sent me questions, prompts, ideas, requests of any kind, i hope you know you have made my day many, many times. i can’t stress this enough, if there wasn’t any asks for me to answer, there wouldn’t be as nearly as much content in this blog. and in the fandom for that matter! i love that you always bring interesting and insightful asks to us, and sometimes fucking hilarious, keeping the fandom alive and running. we never met, we never talked, but you kept coming back and giving us more stuff to talk about. thank you, because i learned so much while processing those answers, and i think we can all agree, you are the true backbone of this place. I FUCKING LOVE YOU.

to the people that have become my friends and have been there for me through happy and sad moments, i truly love and appreciate you so much, you’re absolutely the type of light a person would be lucky to have. you’re brilliant and deserve the world, so never forget that! i hope you stay evolving but never change, because you are amazing, and you have so much to give. I FUCKING LOVE YOU (2).

to the people I wasn't friends with but i saw you on my dash... my introvert ass didn't let me get to know you, but i know for a fact you're so cool and deserve the world! i wish I had talked or reached out, but i couldn't. and still, i see you and yours posts, your writing, your drawings, and you're fucking talented and amazing. please never change.

in case i don't come back i just wanna say this: this fandom is only wonderful because the people here are fantastic and creative and warm and amazing and supportive and gorgeous and awesome and funny and-

the time i spent here wasn't a waste. quite the opposite, it was very fun and interesting. i made some really good friends, i have rediscovered a passion, i have figured out my disabilities, sexuality, gender in the mean time... it's been a blast! so i guess i just want to say, i love this fandom and the people in it.

i’m the kind of person that believes learning is an endless process. whether it’s academic, self-knowledge, or even, for lack of better term, “streets smarts”. you’re never gonna stop learning, and i hope you don’t.

we can all improve and evolve and it doesn't mean you have to change. i had an epiphany a while ago and i'm more convinced than ever that what i'm doing is right. so if you ever... have one of those, keep going. i know you can do this, and i know there are some days when you feel like it doesn't matter, but it does. i promise you, it does.

you never know who you're reaching but i guarantee you are reaching someone, so please, keep going, whatever your craft or work is.

and last but not least, if this is the last time we talk, i hope you know this: i'm proud of you. whether because you posted a chapter, or because you made a funny post, or even because you made your bed today. we know these are trying times, and possibly an "apocalypse surviving" era, SO IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU DO! if you chose to relax today, or to write, or just to make some ramen to feed yourself, i don't care, you're still alive and doing your best to stay sane, so I'M PROUD OF YOU.

ok, i think i'm done.

stay hydrated and fed. hopefully we'll talk soon?

alright, bye.

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of-twilight-and-moonshadow · 1 year

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Proud - Jeff Hardy x Emery

Part of my Dark Angel of the Bullet Club series.

Let me know if ya'll get teary-eyed reading this because I started crying just WRITING it.

I needed to do a fluffy/happy one though, because the other one I'm posting is gonna elude to a darker side of Emery 😦

Word Count: 1698

Tag List: @blxxckheart @summertimefun1982

Warnings: Mentions of previous mental disorders/eating disorder and depression

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Emery stood backstage, standing near a monitor with the biggest smile on her face, as she watched Jeff Hardy return to AEW to help his brother out. It was no secret to anyone that knew her that Jeff Hardy was her all-time favorite.

She could remember her dad and uncle watching WWE when she was younger before it even was WWE. Though she didn’t really start paying attention to the shows until 2002 at the age of 9. Emery had seen Jeff go out for one of his matches, in his neon paint and colorful hair, to this music that made her want to dance. It was as if he had hypnotized her because, for the entirety of his match that night, she couldn’t take her eyes off the screen.

It was very safe to say that she was officially crushing on him at that moment.

Just as she had been hypnotized then, Emery found herself unable to pull her eyes away now, but not in a ‘crush’ kind of way—at least that’s what she told herself, breaking her eyes off the screen and looking towards the go-position as Jeff, Matt, Isiah, and Hook walked down the steps to the back.

People seemed to swarm near them, welcoming back Jeff. She wanted to talk to him herself, but that familiar shyness took hold and Emery found herself unable to move. The closer they got to where she was standing, she felt the butterflies in her gut and her arm hairs began to stand on end.

Last year, when Jeff had made his debut in All Elite, Emery had unfortunately been out with an injury. By the time she came back, he was already gone. Now, though, it seemed as though fate were pushing her towards him.

“Like a twist of fate,” Emery thought to herself, ducking her head as she chuckled at her own joke.

“What’s so funny?” Matt questioned, stopping near her. With wide brown eyes, her head snapped up to look at him.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Emery stammered out,” N-nothing.”

“C’mon, leave her be man,” Jeff smirked at his older brother, turning his green eyes to Emery and giving her a smile. Her eyes darted past Matt and landed on Jeff and it was as though the wind got knocked out of her. Quickly, she averted her gaze, looking off to the side; Emery could feel her cheeks warm up as she blushed at her childish behavior.

“Ahhh,” Matt nodded as he remembered a conversation that he had with the Bucks a while back; with a smile, he briefly looked to Jeff before looking back to Emery,” That’s right. You crushed on my brother before.”

“He didn’t just---!” Emery thought, panic and embarrassment racing through her veins. Tears began to prick at the corners of her eyes, and her heart felt as though it was going to beat right out of her chest.

He meant no ill harm by it, hoping that it would help Emery come out of her shell. Jeff gave Matt a smile before looking over at the younger girl. When she looked up, though, for the split second they saw her face, both felt terrible.

For not even one second, Emery looked at them with tears rolling down her face before she took off at a run down the hall. She wanted—no, needed—to put distance between herself and them, especially Jeff.

The Hardy brothers looked at one another, crestfallen that they had unintentionally hurt her feelings somehow.

“I’ll go…” Matt frowned, looking in the direction she had disappeared, but Jeff gently put an arm on his older brother’s arm.

“Nah, man. I’ll do it.”

Matt placed an arm on Jeff’s shoulder, giving him a nod, before watching his brother disappear down the hall, following the direction Emery had disappeared in.

Emery ran down the halls until she reached a door to the outside and pushed it open. Only then did she feel safe enough to stop and try to get control of herself. Bending down and resting her palms on her knees, Emery took deep breaths, and slowly the tears stopped. Straightening up, she looked around and found herself on one of the back docks. The cool night air billowed around her and she was thankful that there were not a lot of talent or stagehands in the area to see her behavior.

She knew she would eventually have to go back inside, potentially face Jeff and Matt—but she couldn’t. Not just yet. She wasn’t ready to—

The door slowly pushed open and instantly Emery tensed up; she hoped it was someone else, anybody else, but kept her back to them just in case.

“Matt didn’t mean to hurt your feelin’s, Darlin’,” Jeff told her, sliding his hands into his front pockets as he watched her.

Her heart ached for a brief moment, but not for herself; instead, it was the tone in Jeff’s voice. It was laced with sincere regret at what had just happened moments ago. Shaking her head gently, she crossed her arms in front of her in an attempt to comfort herself. The version of herself that was that little nine-year-old girl standing in front of the TV and watching this man put his body through hell. Licking her lips, Emery glanced over her shoulder just barely, seeing if Jeff was still standing there. Seeing that he was, she slowly turned around to face him, gnawing on her upper lip momentarily.

“It’s not…” she started, trailing off as her eyes darted to the ground, before meeting his gaze, “Didn’t hurt mine, no. Hell, if anything I’m on cloud nine right now.”

Her eyes began to tear up once again, but she kept them at bay for now. Jeff’s eyes briefly narrowed in confusion, but he remained silent, allowing her to continue.

“My memory… that little girl inside. She’s absolutely losing her mind,” Emery smiled softly, seeing Jeff’s lips curl up as well, “He’s right though. I—I was very much so in love with you. Part of me still is, but not in the usual way.”

A tear fell down her face, but she used the back of her hand to wipe it away.

“I was nine when I started watching you, back in 02. I never paid much attention to wrestling when my dad would watch it—but something about you. Seeing you on that TV screen, the persona you had back then, I—I was hooked. You… you got me into wrestling and I—” another tear fell only to be quickly wiped away, “—Every match, every promo. The music you’d release. Youtube videos. Books. Merch. Everything I could get my hands on, I did. Over the years… I don’t even know when things changed… but it went from a childhood crush to ugh, I don’t know. A respect, an admiration? News about drugs, alcohol, rehab—your house burning down, your dog---” Emery took a deep breath, trying desperately to keep the tears from falling anymore, “—Beth. Marrying her, having your kids. Everything. I respected the hell out of you, because, sure you kept falling back into darkness, but you kept getting back up and maybe I guess I needed to see that because of the shit I was going through with my own demons and seeing you working so hard to get through yours made me think that I could do it too and—”

The tears began to fall freely as she remembered how her early-mid teen years went, and the eating disorder and depression she had at the time. Jeff’s own eyes seemed to glisten a bit as he listened to her pour her heart out. Wordlessly, he held out his arms towards her, inviting her for a hug. Biting the inside of her cheeks, Emery closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around Jeff, and closed her eyes. She felt his arms close around her, and as she stood there, Emery took a deep breath. She felt one of Jeff’s hands go up and embrace the back of her head, holding her tighter to him.

“I am so proud of you, darlin’,” he whispered to her.

That simple statement started the sobs, her full body shuddering against him as she cried. It felt as though she was letting a part of her past go, like she was finally able to put it behind her and move on. Jeff said nothing more as he held her and let her cry against his chest. He began to gently sway them both, hoping the rocking would help her; it was a trick he had learned from his kids.

Eventually, Emery’s body calmed down and the tears subsided. Taking a step back, she reached up with both hands and dried the tears, before looking up into Jeff’s eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you got nothin’ to be sorry about,” Jeff told her, a smile on his face, “You got past your demons, right?”

“Mostly… I- I still have moments… where the depression hits hard…”

“But you fight it—and don’t let it win.”

Emery nodded, sniffling, “I got a good support system. They’re there for me… when I need them.”

“Then you’re doing better than did, darlin’. I had all the support I could have ever asked for and still kept screwin’ it up. You stood tall, and you should be proud of everything you’ve accomplished.”

“I-I am. It’s taken years… but me now? Compared to me from fifteen years ago? Night and day, and I am so happy…”

“Good,” Jeff smiled at her, “If you ever need to talk ‘bout anything, don’t hesitate to reach out. Maybe one day I can arrange you a visit to the compound.”

Emery’s eyes lit up, causing a chuckle from Jeff, “That would be… awesome. You’ve no idea—”

“I’m sure I got an inklin’. Let’s head back inside, and keep an eye on the rest of the show.”

“Sounds good. Thank you—Jeff. For everything,” Emery smiled, giving him a side hug; he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her in closer.

“No, thank you.”

#aew #all elite wrestling #imagine #fanfiction #OC #original female character #OC Emery #Jeff Hardy #fluff #dark angel of the bullet club #kitkat0723

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phoenixblack89 · 2 years

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Chapter 9 - Secrets and White Lies

Back after a good long while with another chapter. I do apologise for it not being weekly like some of the other incredible series writers out there like my dear @autocon23. But real life had been mega hectic and honestly I wasn't sure if this chapter was worth posting or not.

Been struggling with my worth as a writer lately especially at how slow I am and having issues with whether any idea of mine is actually good enough or different enough that I'm not gonna get told I'm copying someone else.

But nevermind.

As always - page breaker is by the awesome @firefly-graphics

Tag list - @lilythemadqueen @autocon23 @archerangel @littlegodzilla @pandora-writes-stuff @boondoctorwho @browneyes528 @darylsgirl @purple-serenity @fandomsaremykryponite

Sorry if I forgot anyone. Just let me know if I have

Warnings - TWD gore, Shane being paranoid, a touch of smut, phoenix being her delightful self.

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Series Masterlist.

Phoenix rubbed her eyes and looked out the window. Her neck ached something fierce from sleeping all night sat upright. Daryl had rolled off and she stood slowly. The first rays of dawn were just beginning to rise over the farm and she needed to get out as quickly as possible. Giving Daryl one last look she ran as quietly as she could through the house. Pausing as she caught a glimpse of a familiar looking photo on Hershel's fridge door.

Nah, it couldn't be.

Leaning closer there was no mistake - There in beautiful multicolour was a photo of her. Her and her boys with Greenly, smiling happily at McGinty's. Her heart gave an unpleasant lurch as she thought about him.

She had tried to save him.

She really had.

That damn man had shot him dead for no reason other than he was there. Thank God Noah had taken him out because she wasn't sure she'd have given him such a merciful death. It would have been drawn out and painful if she had done it.

"That's my nephew, David."

Phoenix spun as Hershell entered. She ducked her head as he came to stand beside her.

"And that's you... with the Saints."

Her head flipped up to look at him. His eyes held a kindness there that she had forgotten existed.

"You want me to leave, don't you?"

"David told me all about you and your friends. You're a good, honest, God-fearing woman. I'd like you to stay. That group needs someone with God's guidance. Even if they don't know it." He said calmly, reaching out and taking hold of the photo, pulling it from its spot on the door. He held it out to her and she took it carefully.

"Mr. Greene..."

"I know all about you Miss Black. Don't fret. I understand and support your reasonings for keeping things hidden. We all do, for good reasons. Just don't make me regret not telling Rick about who you truly are." His gaze was misty as he glanced out the window towards the barn. Her eyebrows knotted before she smiled lightly, remembering that he'd most likely lost someone in this end of the world bullshit too.

"Does anyone else know?"

She felt tears well in her eyes and brushed them away harshly, causing her damaged cheek to flare with pain.

"Everyone in this house except Bethie. And we all will keep you safe. We all support the Saints and their mission. As long as you keep it secret so shall we."

She nodded in thanks and turned to leave.

"Next time..."

She paused and looked over her shoulder.

"Just say you want to stay the night and not sneak in to your beau." He laughed lightly, shaking his head as she blushed and rushed away.

Daryl woke slowly. He was having the nicest dream. Phoenix had come to see him and was running her hand through his hair lightly. It had felt heavenly, if he was honest with himself. He had buried his head in her lap and knew he was forgiven. It was so nice. He could still almost feel a lingering warmth where she'd been sat but as his eyes opened the dream turned to reality.

He was alone.

And the spot on the bed where he'd dreamt of her being was cold and empty. He sighed and rolled to his back. He stood gingerly, dressed and made his way quietly and quickly out of the house, calling to Hershell his thanks and that he was going back to his own tent.

Daryl made his way down to his own tent, pausing briefly outside of Phoenix's. His eyes could see her laying there vaguely through the morning sun lighting up the inside but dunked his head and carried on walking. She didn't want to see him anyway.

Phoenix laid still, hearing the footsteps she knew were Daryl's pause outside her tent.

At least he's up and about, she thought, tears welling in her eyes once more as she realized he didn't actually want her there last night or he'd come to talk to her. It had all been because of the medication from Hershell.

Shane rubbed his hand over his head as he approached Daryl's tent, having seen Andrea leave moments before. This wasn't going to go well he knew but something needed to be done. He knocked on the plastic and ducked down to see inside. Daryl raised his eyebrow at the man in front of him, waving a hand in greeting.

"Ya come t' see the invalid?" Daryl growled out as Shane crouched down near him. Shane chuckled and patted Daryl on the leg kindly, ignoring the way the man flinched.

"Nah. I need ya help.”

"Can't do much good right now. Wha' ya need?"

Shane sighed, hand running over his head as he thought of the best way to put what he needed to say.

"I need ya to get Phoenix up to Hershell."

Daryl regarded the man thoughtfully. While they weren't exactly friends, they both held enough respect for each other to put aside their differences to help another member of the group, whether it be helping Carol when she needed someone's strong lifting or one of the kids or like now, when one of them was being a stubborn pain in the butt and needed sense dragged into them. They had both been there that awful day and had both grown fairly protective of the only Brit that they believed was left alive.

"Why? She can take herself up there right?" A sudden feeling of dread surged through Daryl's chest. "She can walk."

Was she more hurt than she looked? Had she hurt her ankle or something when she fell and not said anything?

"She’s barely been outta her tent, Daryl. She was out when we sorted the search... But other than that, she hasn't been out. Hershell offered to take a look at her face last night when she came up to the house but she ran off. She ain't gonna listen to any of us. We both know how stubborn she can be."

"She ain't had that looked at yet?" A burst of rage ran through him at her foolishness.

Damn girl is gonna get sick again! He thought, pushing himself to a sitting position.

Shane nodded quietly and helped Daryl to his feet. As soon as he stood, Daryl stormed out of the tent and over to Phoenix's. He pulled the door open and burst in. She sat up with wide fear filled eyes and stared at the tall man in front of her.

"Git up! Now!"

"Why?" Her tear-filled voice rasped, hugging her arms around herself. Daryl growled and reached for her. She flinched back away from him and he sighed. Kneeling down, ignoring the flare of pain from his injured side, he put out his hand slowly.

"Ya need that face looked at, I... I don't want ya getting sick... Cos of summit I did. I didn't mean to hurt ya... Or scare ya"

Tears came to Daryl's eyes as he glanced up at her. She nodded silently and took his hand and let him pull her to her feet. His hand felt warm and strong in her as he walked with her up to the house. She could feel the calluses of years of manual labor on his fingers, which twitched around her's. She blushed as she remembered suddenly how they'd felt spread across her bare skin.

Daryl breathed slowly and calmly, trying not to remember the feel of her skin against his. But he could and it made his heart sped up.

All too soon they were at the front door, he pulled it open and entered pulling her along with him. Maggie smirked at the pair, noticing their interlaced fingers as she turned to the kitchen and waved at them to follow her. Daryl pushed Phoenix into one of the chairs at the kitchen island as Hershel entered the room.

"Now young lady. Let us get that face fixed." He said kindly as Maggie and Beth started boiling water on the old wood shove. Daryl kept hold of her hand as Hershel cleaned, stitched and bandaged her cheek. "You're a lucky girl that hasn't started to get infected."

Phoenix nodded and squeezed Daryl's hand in thanks. She pulled her fingers from his, stood quietly and turned to leave.

"I think it's best you stay, young lady. Forgive me but you need a real shower to get that dirt off."

Phoenix turned and blushed. She did feel gross but that was what happens when you spend days in a dark world of decay and death.

"I'll grab ya clean clothes" Daryl muttered rushing off out the door as quick as his injuries allowed.

Maggie showed Phoenix to the shower and handed her a big fluffy towel.

"Went well last night?" Maggie teased as they reached the door, Phoenix gave Maggie a look and she leaned against the frame.

"He was asleep the entire time, Mags. Didn't exactly do anything or talk or nothing."

"He's sweet on you too. Even if he denies it like he does. Give it time. He'll come round."

"If ya say so. Thanks." She whispered, stepping into the bathroom and undressing quickly. Gently pulling the bandage off her cheek so it didn't get wet she glanced in the mirror.

The bags under her eyes were red and puffy, the skin around her wounds cleaner than the rest of her face. Her hair was starting to get longer again. She dreading washing it as she had no way of straightening it. The horrid family curls were the bane of her life. The triangular burn scar across her collar bone stood out in stark contrast against her pale skin, angry and dark pink. She sighed as steam began to fill the room. She climbed in the shower and shrieked a little at the heat of the water. Hot water was indeed a blessing she had taken for granted.

Then again, the boys' loft and her own didn't have the best history with heated water, nor did the farm back in Ireland either. She felt her stiff muscles slowly relax under the pressure and heat. She sighed happily as she washed and rinsed her hair. Not ten minutes later she climbed out and wrapped the towel around her and ran another over her wet hair.

A quiet knock came at the door and she called to come in. Daryl entered, blushing crazily and keeping his eyes down.

"Here's ya clothes. Got them from ya tent." He muttered, cheeks and the tips of his ears a beautiful shade of pink.

Don't look. Don't look. Don't look. He thought over and over. Merle's voice in his head saying the opposite. Phoenix let out a stifled giggle and brushed her hands over his as she took the pile from him, placing them gently on the vanity below the mirror. Daryl glanced up quickly as her back was turned and caught sight of the beautiful Japanese style phoenix tattoo on her left shoulder. The majority of it was hidden underneath the towel wrapped around her body. The towel hugged tightly to her curves and left little to the imagination. Daryl licked his lips as desire rose causing a reaction in his groin at the sight. A moan escaped Daryl's lips as she turned. The towel barely covered her chest and he stepped closer, looking down at her lustfully.

His hand reached for her cheek slowly as she bit her lip.

"I'm sorry I hurt ya." He whispered as he inched closer to her. He could feel the steam coming off her damp skin as he stood in front of her. His head fell forward to lean against hers as they stared into each other's eyes, their breaths mingling in the small space between their faces. "Please forgive me."

She nodded and he leaned closer, brushing his lips slowly over hers as his hands found her waist tugging her gently to him. He didn't care about the towel's dampness against his dry clothes and skin. He was lost in the feeling of her lips moving in tandem with his.

The freshly showered skin on her arms brushing against his as her hands found their way into his hair and around his neck. His lips trailed along her chin and down to the sweet spot on her neck he knew drove her heart rate racing. Sucking lightly and biting little nips against it he groaned, hard cock crushing her hips into the vanity behind her. She gasped as his hand slid between the edges of the towel at her side, fingers trailing roughly over the smooth skin he found.

Fingers dancing up her ribs to gently squeeze her breast as she panted in desire. He pulled his head up and roamed his eyes over her features. Her cheek oozed a little drop of blood from the injuries he'd caused. His heart clenched in guilt as he leaned forward, pressing gentle kisses to the stitches as his hand moved lower and lower beneath her towel. He paused at the apex of her hip and bit his lip, tilting his head to the side slightly.

"Say it? Say ya forgive me?"

"Daryl..." she sighed his fingers striking along her hip bone softly, thumb brushing against the curls between her thighs. "Of course, I forgive you. Do you forgive me? I shot first after all."

He chuckled low in his chest and pulled her in for another kiss as his fingers reached their desired location. She gasped into his mouth at the feeling of his thick broad fingers sliding along her folds. His lips returned to her neck, sucking and kissing as he slowly spread her folds, seeking out the moisture gathering there. He growled and ran a finger slowly through her slick, flicking it slowly up and down as his cock throbbed against his jeans. She gave a loud moan as he brushed over her sensitive bud and she felt him smile against her neck before he pushed her up onto the vanity and dropped to his knees, pulling his hand away from her core.

"Daryl?"

He put his finger to his lips and sucked on it before pushing her thighs open and putting them over his shoulders. A bright red blush spread across her face and chest at the sight of Daryl Dixon, redneck hunter extraordinaire on his knees, looking like he was going to devour her. He smiled up at her then kissed his way from her knee into her thighs and higher.

"Holy shit!"

Her chest heaved as his tongue plunged into her folds licking roughly up to her clit. His tongue flicked hard and fast against it as his lips sucked on it. Her legs shook as his skilled appendage worked her so well. Her hand found its way to his hair and tugged it. He let out a pained moan as his own stitches pulled sharply from her fingers.

He grazed his teeth along her clit in revenge. He glanced up at her as he slowly ran a finger around her slick hole. He raised an eyebrow in question and she nodded her head. He smiled around her clit and pushed in slowly.

Fuck she's tight! He thought as her walls gripped his finger like a vice. Pumping it in and out slowly he watched as her chest heaved. Her walls twitched against his knuckles and he pulled his finger out. Her moan of discontent sounded, as he sucked her clit, twirling his tongue around faster and faster, turned to a gasp of surprise as he plunged two fingers into her twisting, curling and pumping faster and faster.

"Oh God... Daryl... Oh fuck...." she moaned, every muscle in her body tensing as she climaxed on his fingers and tongue. Daryl smirked in satisfaction as he worked her through her orgasm.

Daryl opened his eyes, hand dripping with his own cum.

He never meant to do this especially in her tent, definitely not after his dream last night.

It tainted it somehow.

She'd been so sweet and caring in his dream.

But the sight of her lacy underwear had gotten him so hard it couldn't be ignored.

He knew nothing like that could ever happen.

Hell, he didn't know how to make a girl cum with his tongue. His only experiences had been quick fucks behind the bars with sluts begging for a quickie, faking their moans like porn stars, or his own hand. He didn't know how to truly please a woman. He knew how to get a quick fuck sure. But he didn't just want a quick fuck with Phoenix. He wanted to make her moan and cum over and over again before he did.

Fuck Darlene you turning into a sissy!? I told ya enough tricks to get a girl moaning! Merle's voice said as he cleaned his hand on the red rag hanging from his pocket. He put his dick back inside his jeans and gathered up the clothes he'd come originally to collect for her. Hopefully she was still in the shower and he could ask Maggie or Beth or Patricia to give her them.

Gotta stop fucking your hand to her he mussed she ain't even got a phoenix tattoo on her back. Where the fuck you think that up from?

You know exactly where that came from Daryl. That goddamn dream you've been having most of your life.

He sighed as he spotted Maggie walking up to Glenn in the space near the chicken coop and Beth hanging wet laundry with Carol.

Damn suck it up boy Merle laughed in his mind.

Phoenix peeked around the door and wrapped the towel tighter. Where was Daryl with her clothes?

"Maggie? Beth?" She called out, hoping one of the girls was nearby. She shook her head and closed the door, sitting on the closed lid of the toilet and sighed.

Dammit Dixon what's taking you so long!

She heard the groan of the stairs and stood up, opening the door a little and peeking out. She smiled as Daryl made his way towards her, fidgeting with the clothes in his arms and blushing slightly. She stuck her head out further causing Daryl to jump slightly.

"About time DD! Freezing my nips off here." She laughed, trying to ease the air of uncertainty around the two. Daryl held the pile out and she stepped out to get them. Towel securely wrapped covering every inch, she smiled lightly and turned.

Daryl's jaw dropped.

There in wonderful shades of orange, red, black and yellows was a giant phoenix tattoo on her shoulder blade disappearing under the towel.

Just like the one in his dreams and sexual fantasy....

Phoenix returned to her tent, feeling relaxed and refreshed. Even managing to smile at Rick and Carl as she passed them. She frowned as she entered. There was an unusual smell to her tent and as she knelt down, she noticed a few odd splatters on the floor of the tent. A creamy white liquid was spread across the spot where her stack of clean clothes had been. Her eyes widened as she realized what it was.

He wouldn't...

He didn't...

No.

He can't have.

She stifled a giggle and wiped up the semen and threw the cloth towards her dirty laundry pile.

Damn Daryl, if you got that turned on by just looking at my pants you should've come back sooner! She thought with a sad smile.

Why won't you make a move if you're that into me...

"What did Rick say?"

Phoenix paused as she slopped towards the group at Glenn's hissed words.

"You didn't tell him? Okay. But you have to! You're pregnant. You need vitamins, medicine, a nice pillow. You can have my share."

"Honey, I don't want your food, okay? Eat." Lori said quietly, pushing the jerky away that the man held out towards her.

"You need to eat. You're too skinny!" He pleaded as Phoenix nodded in agreement. "And if you're not gonna let Rick take care of you, then someone has to. Lori, you have a medical condition."

"Oh my fucking god, seriously Glenn? She’s pregnant, not ill." Phoenix snorted before shaking her head at Glenn and Lori's looks.

"I'll make another run into town. Just tell me what you need."

"I need you to be quiet about this. All right? Please... Both of you." Lori hissed. Phoenix motioned a zip across her mouth and smiled at the brunette.

"Hey! Peach man! Phoenix!"

The pair nodded at the sheriff’s wife before running off to join Rick, Jimmy and Shane.

"The creek flows south, past that farmhouse Daryl found. Maybe Sophia dropped the doll there, the current brought it downstream."

"So, what, you think she took this road here and then she went north?"

"Yeah. What's up that way?" The two former officers glanced at Jimmy in question.

"A housing development. It went in, maybe 10 years ago." Jimmy said, itching his head as he squinted slightly in the bright sunlight.

"Take a run up there after gun practice. I'll hold down the fort here, but take backup. After what went down with Daryl, I don't want anyone going out alone. We stay in pairs." Rick commanded.

"I'll take suggestions on a partner." Shane asked quietly, glancing at the red head opposite him. She was a tracker and a crack shot but knew she wouldn't be willing to leave so easily with Daryl injured.

"See how they do on the range, then take your pick."

"My binoculars." Shane said as Glenn gaped at them like a fish after handing them both a juicy, ripe peach and some jerky.

"Yeah yeah. Okay, bye." Glenn mumbled before hurrying off like his ass was on fire. Phoenix gave a small shake of her head at the nervousness of the man.

"We'd like to join you for gun training today." Beth stated as she and Patricia wandered towards the group.

"Hershel's been very clear. I can't involve any of you in what we do without his okay."

"He doesn't like it, but he consented." Beth said quietly.

"Otis was the only one who knew gun… Now that he's gone, we gotta learn to protect ourselves. Her father saw the sense in that." Patricia said tearfully, raising her chin as if to say try and stop me.

"No offense, but I'll ask Hershel myself." Rick stated harshly before striding away to seek out the land-owner.

"How the hell did this happen?!" Lori exclaimed, glancing around the small group in shock.

"Kid's curious, he can't help it. It's just the age he's at." Phoenix shrugged, winking at Carl and earning a scowl from the irate mother.

"Well, it's my fault. I let him into the RV. He said he wanted a walkie, that you sent him for one." Dale sighed, calmly gesturing towards his vehicle.

"So, on top of everything else, he lied. What's he thinking?" Lori huffed, hands on her hips.

"He wants to learn how to shoot. He asked me to teach him. Now it's none of my business, but I'm happy to do it. It's your call." Shane spoke with a low tone, knowing how voilite Lori's mothering instincts could be.

"I'm not comfortable with it. Oh, don't make me out to be the unreasonable one here. Rick?"

"I know. I have my concerns too, but..."

"There's no but. He was just shot! He's just back on his feet and he wants a gun?" Lori half yelled, facing her husband angrily.

"Better than him being afraid of 'em. There are guns in camp for a reason. He should learn to handle them safely."

"I don't want my kid walking around with a gun." Lori spat angrily. The very idea boiling her blood into a fury.

"But how can you defend that? You can't let him go around without protection."

"He'd be sitting meat, better learning now than in a life or death situation." Phoenix supplied, tilting her head.

"No, he's as safe as he'll ever be right here." Lori said firmly, Phoenix held her hands up in surrender at the pleading look from the boy's mother. "Look, everything you're saying makes perfect sense. It feels wrong. I mean I didn't feel good about him following you out into the woods. And I wish I'd said something. I should've gone with my gut."

"He's growing up, thank God. We've got to start treating him more like an adult." Rick whispered, glancing at his son.

"Then he needs to act like one. He's not mature enough to handle a gun."

"I'm not gonna play with it, mom. It's not a toy. I'm sorry I disappointed you, but I want to look for Sophia and I want to defend our camp. I can't do that without a gun." Carl reasoned, the earnestness and honesty in his face softening his mother's resolve.

"Shane's the best instructor I know. I've seen him teach kids younger than Carl."

Lori took a quick glance around before sighing and grabbing her son by his shoulder and looking him directly in the eye.

"You will take this seriously and you will behave responsibly. And if I hear from anyone in this camp that you're not living up to our expectations... " Lori warned sternly, giving her son a look that only mothers seemed to know.

"He won't let you down."

“Yeah.”

“Now if you're gonna do this, you listen to Shane.”

“Okay, dad.” Carl smiled as his dad nodded.

“All right? You be careful.”

"Hey, you fuck this up little man, I'll be making ya clean out the RV's toilet with ya toothbrush." Carl grimaced and shuddered at the thought, knowing almost 13 people including Merle had been using the toilet. "Come on, I'll help ya find summit for target practice." Phoenix smirked as the other adults laughed.

"Hey, come on, man. Don't give me that gangsta shit." T-Dog grumbled at Jimmy as the boy held his gun sideways. Phoenix snorted as she twirled her Berettas in her hands before raising them and hitting her targets one after another with ease. She raised her eyebrow as Shane paled slightly at her skill.

"Show off. Ain't helping the newbies either." He whispered, shaking his head as his mind filed the sight into his British oddities of the girl folder in his head.

Phoenix noticed Beth's timid hold on her gun and moved to help. Beth sighed and lowered the gun slightly.

"Hey. Relax. The more tense you are the harder it'll be." She said with a soft smile. Beth gave her a disbelieving look before huffing.

"It's easy for ya to say! Y'all make it look easy as making pie!" Beth whispered, tucking a strand of her blond hair behind her ear.

"Nah, takes time to learn how is all. Sure, it's easy now but back in Boston when I was learning... damn that was hard." The Brit laughed.

"Boston?"

"Oh yea, wasn't nearly as easy as out here. Tight little shooting gallery was jackshit compared to actually being in the fresh air with actual wind, its a totally different experience hun." Phoenix helped Beth get back into position and smiled. "Here and now is gonna help ya better in the long run than how I learnt. Go on, try again."

Beth took a deep breath and slowly squeezed the trigger, the bullet flying through the air and hitting the target. Shane glanced at the Brit as she was engulfed in a hug from the blond. Yet another odd fact the girl had come out with that made little sense.

Hadn't she said she'd come straight from England to Atlanta to study? When had she been in Boston? And why did she learn to shoot there?

He shook his head before focusing on Andrea and her shooting.

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