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Surrounded by the Moon and Stars ✷ 31

Pairings: Sirius B, F!Reader, Remus L Warnings: Language, smoking weed, shitty parenting, mentions of death A/N: more of a filler but it helps establish stuff. *unbeta'd

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Chapter 31: Drowning on Dry Land

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The week before her flight back, Matthew’s parents invited her over for dinner.

Waiting to greet them at the door was Mrs. and Mr. Gaplin. Matthew’s father, a Half-Maj, was a Potioneer while his mother, an Old-Maj, was a Court Scribe. They wore large, kind smiles as Mrs. Gaplin pulled her into a tight, crushing hug.

After pleasantries, she and Matthew kicked off their shoes while his parents ushered them to the dining room.

“How are you darling? '' Mrs. Gaplin asked, floating plates in their direction as everyone began helping themselves to food. “Matt wouldn’t stop talking about you since we knew y’were coming.”

She side-eyed Matthew who groaned loudly. “Did not!”

“Sure thing,” she added, which caused Matthew to slump in his chair as his parents laughed at him.

It was a nice, charming evening; filled with laughter and heartfelt conversations. His parents continued to gloat about Mathew’s achievements that he hadn’t told her. It caused him to almost get up and run out of the room from embarrassment before moving to boast about Y/N. Even Mr. Gaplin asked her regarding her OWLs which pleasantly surprised her.

A few times, Mr. Gaplin pressed a few cheeky kisses to his wife’s face as Matthew made loud retching noises.

“Disgusting!”

Mr. Gaplin laughed. “Ya sixteen. Suck it up.”

“But you’re still my baby!” Mrs. Gaplin cooed, getting up to collect the plates.

Matthew tried to look insulted but she could see the small smile that threatened his lips as jealousy nipped at her toes.

The next few days were spent staying at the Gaplin household. Matthew’s parents insisted constantly that she should stay over so they could utilize the little time they had left before leaving. At first, the idea made her feel intrusive. Although, her mother hadn’t returned to the brownstone house, preferring to sleep in the on-call rooms at the Brooklyn Memorial Hospital. It quickly got lonely and boring before Y/N finally agreed. Besides, Mrs. and Mr. Gaplin were only around for breakfast and dinner - working for the day but never failed to return; always wearing larger smiles than the previous night.

They made her feel welcomed and warm - even taking her and Matthew to the local pictures. They included her in everything, even their trivia and board games after dinner.

It was quite the change compared to her family life.

Then an identical routine ensued. She would wake up, get ready for the day; spend hours with Matthew; then twilight fell as they stayed awake into the early hours of the morning.

The day before she was due to leave, she and Matthew ran up to his room after dinner. He went to lean on top of the small coffee table, rolling up a joint as she collected her possessions scattered around his room; not wanting to leave it for the last minute.

“Fancy some grass?” He asked in a poor British accent.

“Nah,” she shook her head, “But thanks love.”

Mathew’s smile turned bashful as he stood, turning on the radio in the background. She moved to open his window which was just above the roof of his shed as she stepped out with steady feet. Perching herself down on the blankets and pillows they hauled outside the night prior, she stared at the glowing city splayed in front. From the window, The Velvet Underground flowed softly.

Matthew proceeded to hop out, sauntering over as he threw a flirtatious wink.

“Brough this,” he said, tossing the camera he’d taken from her bag. She caught it as he nestled beside her and lit the joint; placed in his mouth. Billows of smoke clouded around them while she snapped a few photos of the view.

“Ya sure you gotta leave?” Matthew whined, embers of the end of the joint sparking with another huff. “Maybe you can smuggle me. Shove me into that trunk.”

She pulled the camera away from her face, inhaling the earthy, pungent scent. Her head felt a bit lightheaded from it. “A hardcore criminal at sixteen?”

Matthew was mildly amused until a troublesome look passed through his features. “Um — name something ya miss most about home.”

Home. What a funny word — place — feeling. Home was supposed to be something that made your heart glow, feel warm and happy — by that definition, a year ago home would’ve been her little house back in Toronto with the beautiful maple trees swaying in the backyard. Or home would’ve been Ilvermorny and its tall ivory walls. But now, London, or maybe just Hogwarts, had become her home. The scrolls around the Herbology greenhouse, the library, sneaking around past curfew; the Black Lake, Hogsmeade — Lily, James, Marlene, Dorcas, Remus, Regulus…

Unsure of what to say, she opted for, “You?”

Matthew rolled his eyes, bringing the joint to his lips. “Real charmer.” Then, smoke surrounded them. “But really.”

“Why?”

“C’mon! I need an answer! — I don’t know… say somethin’ like… lobstah.”

She chuckled. “Lobster? Really?”

“Or coffee from ya regular cafe.”

Deliberating it for a second, lips tugged up. “Coffee Crisp.”

He snorted. “A candy bar? Really?”

“Or Ketchup chips. Haven’t seen them in London yet.”

“That’s fucking disgusting.”

And then the silence returns but it makes Matthew shuffle in his spot. He blurted out, “Go — more brit insight.”

Y/N felt a bit hazy from the secondhand smoke. “More? You’ll get bored.”

“I won’t,” Matthew replied quickly, sounding oddly sincere. “Please, just… go on. Tell me everything.”

“Um… a friend of mine says crikey a lot. I think it just means to be mildly surprised? — They don’t say bloody or blimey as much as you’d think… Oh! Tea — they really drink that much tea. Also —”

Continuing, Matthew shut off again, going completely silent — not once speaking up or adding funny commentary; only staring at her, simply watching.

“Okay,” she turned to take the joint from his hand, “You're freaking me out. Spill, what's up?”

“S’nuthing.”

Whack!

“Jeez! Would ya stop wiv that! Gonna kill me…”

“Spill.”

“Fine! It’s just that…'' Matthew shifted, obscuring his face. Maybe if she didn’t feel so fuzzy, or if there wasn’t the smoke coming from the blunt or her small headache forming, she would’ve picked up on all the little signs. “It’s just —” he sighed, “I wanna hear ya talk — commit it to memory.”

“Obsessed with me? Not new.”

But that seemed to trouble him more. “It’s just… I don’t know if or when I’ll hear it again…” He looks up to the city in front. “Ya my… best friend. Could never forget ‘bout ya, but s’hard — keepin’ in touch.”

She pats him, encouraging and smiling. Her voice was hopeful, so much so that it made Matthew’s lip quirk up. “We’ll find each other. Always.” She said simply. “You and me, we’re like… salt and pepper. Soap and water — Hansel and Gretel!”

“Fuckin’ Dr. Seuss,” he smiled, that worried look fading away.

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The warm summer breeze flowed around them, just as the sun peeked above the airport. Expanse, clear skies with blue mingled with deep purples and pinks shimmered against the metal from the building.

“Gonna miss ya,” Matthew muttered into the crown of her head. Her mother didn’t want him to come, but Y/N simply ignored that request as he came to send her off.

“Don’t get mushy on me now,” she joked but felt her throat become tight.

“Betta get goin’ — Doc’s lookin’ like she’s ‘bout to butcher me if ya don’t.”

She snickered, pushing Matthew’s shoulder as she picked up her bags, walking backwards while waving. “Write me!”

“Course I will! Until next time!”

“Till next time!”

Once the plane took off, awkwardness swelled among the two women. Not once had her mother said anything to her — not to apologize or see how she was doing — although they never really did talk much. Honestly, she half-expected her to leave her in New York with the Gaplins. Easy to dispose of her.

The next few days Y/N, poorly, attempted to fix her sleeping schedule. It was a miracle that she managed to get up before dinner as her head poked into the master bedroom.

She cleared her throat, feeling herself swaying in place. “Um — hi. I’m making dinner tonight.”

Her mother was dressed in a simple, yet sleek dress. She was bent over, putting on high heels as she looked up.

“The hospital is throwing a party for me — the surgery was a success.”

“That’s amazing! Er — will you be back for dinner though? It’s just that I leave soon and... two parties are better than one.”

She considered her for a long time, eyes mostly distracted by her hair slowly changing to a different colour.

“Sure. But I have to go now.”

“Right, sorry, have fun.”

Thudding down the stairs and the door clicking shut, she followed not too long after. Making her way to the kitchen, she picked up a dusty cooking book, blowing off the dust and cracked it open; flicking through the pages.

Deciding on the seemingly easy noodle dish, she rushed out of the house to the local grocery shop for ingredients. It would be the first time they would be spending any time together. It had to be perfect. But she overestimated that no matter how closely she stuck with the dishes’ instructions, the outcome was a disaster.

The noodles somehow were rock hard. The sauce she made looked grey and was chunky, similar to badly mixed concrete and it tasted horrid. At one point, even the stove exploded into flames as she had to grab her wand and use magic to extinguish the fire.

Potions... She could use a cauldron, use multiple ingredients, make some of the most complicated spells and even had tricks of her own to make the process easier but she couldn’t make a simple dish…

Her face screwed together as she glanced up to the clock; she was going to come home soon as the dinner she made was disastrous. She panicked, cleaning up everything in a rush and decided to order food.

Waiting patiently at the dinner table, her eyes fluttered up to the clock in anticipation. She felt giddy, a surge of excitement rattling throughout her bones at the prospect. Her mother wanted to spend time with her! And she should be home any minute.

But then a minute turned to two, then five, ten, twenty, thirty — then an hour ticked by.

And then another.

Y/N got up, her chair squeaking loudly. Losing all her appetite, she went to her room, sleeping in early.

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August 20th, 1976

Going through the potential NEWT courses she could take was the highlight of her day. The possibilities were endless.

Wanting to take Defence Against the Dark Arts, Transfigurations and most of all, Potions, left her excited for the school year.

But the more she thought about the upcoming school year or potential courses, she was left to contemplate what ther5 future entailed.

Was she ready to give up magic? Something that fundamentally altered her life and moulded her into what she was? Magic was her essence, something she developed and nurtured — but to put her life in danger…

Rethinking that word again: home… Was London her home? Was she willing to leave, move again to be safer? But practicing magic around the world these days for New-Majs was dangerous. Or the potential danger she would put her mother in if she continued with it?

But magic… Maybe home wasn’t necessarily a place — but rather something she carried. In all sense, magic made her heart glow, feel warm, safe and happy — it felt like what home was supposed to feel like. And the idea of being ripped away from it, forcing herself to live a normal, Muggle life…

Magic was home.

So die, but have what she cared and loved most was by her side or live a dull life without magic — ensuring her life would be miserable.

There was a clicking of shoes in the hallway that snapped her out of her thoughts. Her mother came walking by.

Lips smushed shut into a tight line, still annoyed from the other night but was determined to spend some time with one another.

“I was planning to go to Diagon Alley for the first time — to get my textbooks... '' She stood awkwardly. “Do you want to come with me?”

“I can’t,” she replied, so quickly that it had Y/N almost scoff in disbelief. “Work. But have fun.”

She sighed but still waved her off and said a small, ‘I love you, stay safe.’ Her mother only gave her a look, something unreadable and left without a word. With a heavy heart, she grabbed her purse filled with gold and left for Diagon Alley.

Passing through the Leaky Cauldron was an adventure in itself. The shabby, tiny pub was jammed with wizards and witches zipping by.

Diagon Alley was bustling with so much magic she could feel it pumping through her blood. Students were hypnotized by the shiny new Firebolt on display; others were giggling, running around with shopping bags while older witches and wizards took a scroll. Her head turned in every direction; walking into the Apothecary, a potions ingredients and book shop.

Emmeline was there. She gave a tight-lipped smile which she returned.

Emmeline by every definition was nice, extremely kind and neither girl ever had a problem with the other. James was the problem and Y/N would gladly stay out of their feud.

Passing clamouring students, she managed to get all her supplies but stopped in front of the potion ingredients. She took a few minutes, flicking through the Advance Potions textbook and grabbed everything listed needed for most of the potions.

She made her way around Diagon Alley, going through many shops. The shelves were stacked high to the ceiling with books and materials. She spent more time than necessary there but it was beautiful.

As she was paying for her Herbology textbook, a large boom! rumbled the ground. Y/N took her bags, ready to sprint to the Leaky Cauldron but the shouts caught everyone’s attention.

“WE WILL NOT BURN WITH THEM!” A crowd of witches and wizards shouted. Their wands were transformed into microphones as a few shot fireballs up in the air.

“What’s happening?” A woman asked an old wizard. He only shook his head, grabbing a copy of the Daily Prophet, handing it to the witch.

On the front page, there were moving photos of people protesting, similar to the wizards and witches currently shouting.

‘Protests Break out in Light of Muggleborns and Halfbloods Burned Alive

Voldemort and his followers have been attacking Muggleborn and ‘blood traitor' families with the usage of fire. By burning them alive, or their houses. They bonded the witch or wizard with magic, making it impossible to apparate or leave their houses. Their broken wands were found at the scene.

Since then, protests all around Britain and Scotland have broken out. The Ministry of Magic —’

“WE WILL NOT BURN WITH THEM!” The crowd chanted.

Rage filled every inch of her body as she stomped out of Diagon Alley.

If she wanted to stay in the magical world, she had to be the greatest at whatever she did, because if she wasn’t, someone of her status was never going to get anywhere.

Magic was home, and she wasn’t going to let them take it from her. She didn’t want to surrender. They weren’t going to take that away from her.

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Immediately after Diagonal Alley, she began working; taking in her thoughts from earlier to heart.

Making sure to cover any windows from prying eyes, Y/N fiddle with first with new charms. Still unassured by her abilities in Charms, she considered taking another class before realizing all the different routes it led to. To become a Healer, Auror or Potioneer, she needed Charms.

Multiple charms backfired, causing them to ricochet off the walls, leaving a dent or chipping the wallpaper.

After trying out more than half the Charms in the book, there was one spell in particular that she attempted to cast many times, but without fail, was never able to properly cast it. Frustrated, her hand made a sharp flick and the spell spurted out instantly.

She tried again with the same hand gesture. To her astonishment, the charm produced easily. Quickly, she jotted down the note in her book.

Next, she glossed over her Transfigurations and Defense Against the Dark Arts book until her eyes caught onto the word: werewolf.

She learned briefly about werewolves, but that was in third year. And now that she knew a werewolf, it would be good to rehash it.

A werewolf, also known as a Lycanthrope, is a non-magical or magical being who transforms under the rising of the full moon. However, non-magical beings have a greater risk of dying rather than turning.

As the name suggests, werewolves are closely related to the non-magical animal, wolves. However, they have distinct characteristics that make them easily identifiable from wolves.

She flipped the page.

Wolfsbane flowers are poisonous to the non-magical world but it has been proven to have no effects on werewolves like they do on wolves. Werewolves are immune from the poison they emit and there are reports that Wolfsbane flowers help alleviate symptoms.

She underlined that section.

It’s a uniquely magical illness known to spread by saliva and blood. Werewolves are dangerous, blood-thirsty beasts — she flipped the page.

They cannot choose to transform and will no longer retain their human mind. Given the opportunity, they would slaughter their loved ones — flipped the page.

A mixture of powdered silver and dittany applied to bites help seal bite wounds. It’s also commonly put in liquid and digested in anticipation of full moons to help with the symptoms of transforming.

Y/N’s face scrunched as she continued to read.

There is no known cure Potion used to help treat lycanthropy.

She felt oddly intrusive knowing parts about Remus’ condition. But then questions arose. How were there no Potions of any kind there to help werewolves during their transformation?

Pushing the thought away, she turned to the cauldron, picking a potion to brew. They all were fairly easy, some she’d even done before just by playing around. But one potion that grabbed her attention was Draught of Living Death. Even at Ilvermorny, that potion was notoriously difficult.

Starting up the cauldron, she grabbed hold of the sopophorous bean. However, it kept jumping when she tried to cut it. She quickly resorted to another method, running down to her kitchen and grabbing the handheld garlic press, placing the bean inside, squishing it down as so much juice spurted out, even going all over her clothing.

The potion turned into the light lilac like suggested. But then as she stirred, her potion quickly became ruined as she restarted immediately.

Hours ticked by; several items in her room were Transfigured into cauldrons, as she poured the existing solution into the nine other cauldrons as she conducted her experiment.

Stirring counterclockwise was a sham, so she stirred clockwise. Nothing, the potion went bad. The next cauldron, she stirred counterclockwise and then clockwise, alternating between every stir. It showed promising progress before it turned a bright red after the seventh stir, bubbling over.

The next cauldron, she stirred counterclockwise, then clockwise after the seventh stir as the potion turned a pink pale. That’s what the book said would happen. She quickly cleared the rest of the cauldrons, pouring in the pink liquid just in case.

She continued to stir until it became a clear liquid. Surely, that was good enough but she could never be sure. After all, she didn’t know if this was what it was supposed to look like.

Deeply immersed, she hadn’t realized how late it got.

She laid on her bed, her light on as she read the scribbles on the margins of the books she'd penned. The textbook was outdated and everything she’s written down, there were easier ways to perform spells, create Potions and more. The other books must’ve been outdated too.

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August 22nd, 1976

Today, her attention was drawn to her Herbology textbook as she flipped right to the medicine section. Y/N had sneakily stolen a few of her mother’s medical journals as she scribbled down notes.

She flicked through the diagrams. Wizards and No-Majs were different when it came to their bodies and sickness, she knew that, but their anatomy was still the same.

An opera played in the background as she sat in front of the television. It filled the silence as her mother came from behind her, creeping her way closer to the door.

Y/N called out from where she sat. “Care to join me?”

“Can't, work.” She grunted out.

She placed the pen down, full attention drawn to her. “I only have a few days until school starts… you can’t spend some time?”

Her mom wasn’t looking at her, ostensibly staring at the floor, anywhere other than her face.

“It’s not that interesting, but um - I need help with medical terms and illnesses. You’re the best at that!”

“I can’t,” she said roughly. “Can't you see? You have to stop bothering me when I’m busy.” And then she left again, leaving her alone. Y/N would’ve been more bothered had she not been so focused on her studies.

There was a pattern.

In the Herbology textbook, in the werewolf section, there were a few ingredients used to help alleviate symptoms of Lycanthropy.

Dittany, Powered silver, Powdered Moonstone, Aconite…

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August 26th, 1976

“Do you want to —” “Work.”

“But you always have work… can’t you take some time off?”

“You know it’s important to me. Why do you keep trying to limit that?”

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August 29th, 1976

She was partially through her Potions and Charms textbook. It was all she could fixate on.

Deciding to take a break, Y/N went to stretch, getting up to talk to her mom who again, was getting ready to leave. She opened the honey-coloured wood draw close to the door. She pulled out a set of keys, fixing her appearance in a nearby mirror.

She had already opened the door.

“Hey mom, I was thinking of getting lunch… Will you be back soon?”

But, there was faint muffling outside the door.

“Ready for our date?”

Y/N, desperate, seized hold of her wrist, pleading. “Please, I leave in a day.”

“I'll make it up to you,” mom replied, “I promise.” And then, the door clicked shut.

Again.

She stared at the door, trying to regulate what she was thinking.

What made them worthy of her time when their’s were limited.

Robotically, Y/N turned to walk to her room, her hip bumped into the drawer which hadn’t been fully closed. Her eyes flew to it, about to push it in as she caught a flash of white.

Yanking it open, she swore her heart could’ve shattered. White envelopes filled the draw; her familiar handwriting scribbled on top of each letter. She picked one up, twisting it over to the flap.

It was unopened.

She picked up another. Unopened.

Then another. Unopened.

Unopened.

All of them were unopened, sealed. Hardly tampered with and there was hardly a wrinkle.

Was there something wrong with her? Something so disgraceful that made her so disgusting that people kept forgetting - pushing her away? Like an insidious disease.

Was she truly that unloveable? That much of a nuisance? What made someone else so much more important than her?

It was too much to process but if she had to describe the feeling, it was like drowning on dry land.

Whatever home was, it shouldn’t feel like this: cold, lonely, sad.

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Slang dictionary (+ a bit of history bc i didn’t realize how many ppl didn’t actually understand what I was talking about in other chaps):

Coffee Crisp = a very popular chocolate bar sold in Canada. It was a variation of a treat made by a company from the UK. It was briefly introduced to the UK in the 60s but was pulled back because people thought it was too similar to Kit Kat. From what I know, Coffee Crisp is not commonly found in England (I've never seen it in stores) but it’s sold in Scotland.

Candy bar = US term for chocolate bar / chocolate

Grass = during the 60s - 70s, the term 'grass' was very popular slang for weed in New York bc it featured in vogue.

And yes, the British do drink that much tea.

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Pairing: Matthew Musto (Blackbear) x Colson Baker x Dominic Harrison

Content Warnings: swearing, light smut, oral.

Matthew looked up from his guitar to find Dominic hanging half off Colson's couch, the boys phone in hand. He grinned and carded a hand through Colson's hair as the blonde was during in the floor in front of him.

Dominic bit at his lip and groaned as he came across a photo of Colson, Mathew, Ashley and himself. "We've technically already slept together." He mumbled, though it was louder than intended.

"Humm?" Colson let go of a soft purr as he likeed the feel of Matthew's fingers in his hair. "What're you talking about Dom?" He asked, opening one of his eyes to look at the boy.

Setting his guitar aside: Matthew looked at the two and leaned back in the chair the was sitting in.

Taking a breath: Dominic passed his phone to Colson, showing the rapper what he was talking about. "What're the fooking chances of there being photo evidence of all of us getting along." He grinned, looking at the two older men.

Colson looked at the photo and arched an eyebrow. "Shit, that's kind of hot" he mumbled, showing Matthew the photo and looking up at the Florida born singer. "Course you aren't on as good of terms with her as dom and I"

Matthew looked at the photo and let go of a breathy sigh. "Hey, that one was sort of my fault but it's in the past" he glanced back up and looked at Dominic as an idea sprung to mind.

"It's not as crystal clear with me either" the Brit mumbled; sitting up and taking his phone and Matthew handed it back. "Its not horrible, but we don't talk as much now." He shrugged and picked at the already chipping nail polish on his finger nails.

Colson was the one to spring to the words first and looked at his two friends. "Fuck, how about we have a threesome..." He said and bit back a blush as the two looked at him as well. "...like Dom said we've kind of already slept together."

Matthew couldn't say he was surprised and he rolled his eyes. "I'm down if you two are" he spoke, cocking a leg as he sat up. "Dom?" He looked to Dominic, waiting for an answer.

Dominic's head shot upwards as he heard what both the man said. His cheeks red as strawberries and his eyes wide. "M-" he was caught off guard but like the idea of it. "Why not, you're both hot" it wasn't a secret that he would often fall for his friends.

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Colson pulled Dominic into a kiss and grinned as the boys hands slipped un under his shirt. "You know you're cute as fuck Domo?" He pulled his shirt off and bit his lip as Matthew took to Dominic's neck.

Matthew slipped his arms around Dominic's waist from behind as he kissed at the boy's neck. "Everyone thinks he's cute, Kells." He mumbled and looked up at the blonde.

His eyes fluttered shut as the two older men talked about him. "you two are the worst." Dominic mumbled out between moans and his breath shook. Bringing Colson back into a kiss, his breath hitched as Colson's hand met his neck and one of Matthew's hands dipped below his jeans.

Breaking the kiss for a moment; Colson's other hand pulled Matthew's head upwards. "I know that, he's fucking cute and I meant it." He kissed Matthew slowly and tugged at the man's lip. "I know you've thought it before so" Colson tightened his grip on Dominic's neck and moved the kiss back to the boy.

Matthew grinned and ran a hand into Colson's hair. Kissing the blonde and smiling as Colson's hand moved to his ass. "Ohh trust I've thought a lot about him."

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Dominic looked up as Colson ran a thumb along his cheek. Letting go of a soft moan as Colson and Matthew shared a kiss.

'"You didn't got to ask baby" Colson looked at Dominic and smiled as the boy's tongue ghosted his lips. "I'm not going to stop you."

Matthew let his attention fall on Dominic as Colson spoke. "You're too fuckin sweet Dom" he pressed a kiss to Colson's neck and ran his hand down the man's chest. "Go ahead and suck it baby"

Dominic licked his lips as Colson slipped a hand into his hair. He couldn't help but blush as the two looked at him. Dominic took to Colson's tip and sucked at it, his hand stroked Colson's shaft as the blonde watched him.

"Right like that baby boy" Colson bit his lip and moaned as Dominic half grinned at him. 'Shit, what I wouldn't give to fuck that pretty little mouth if his." He said to Matthew and kissed him as Dominic looked up at them.

Matthew let go of a breathy moan as him and Colson had their eyes on Dominic. "C'mon, more baby" he mumbled as he kissed colson again before moving to the man's neck.

Taking more of Colson's cock into his mouth, Dominic inhaled through his nose and let his eyes shut as Colson fucked into his throat. He half whined when his head was pulled off Colson's cock.

Colson moaned as Matthew bit at his neck. 'Mmm, fuck do that again matty" he hummed and pushed Dominic back onto his dick. "God you're fucking beautiful with my cock in your mouth baby."

Matthew grinned as Colson moaned and bit down on the man's neck again, leaving a hickey as he sucked at it. "Isn't he though, those lips wrapped around your cock." He pulled Colson's head back and kissed the front of his neck. "Watching him suck your cock like a good little whore"

Dominic hollowed his cheeks out and sucked Colson's cock, bobbing his head and nearly gagging as Colson pushed his head forward. He loved the feel of colson using his mouth.

Growing out a heavy moan, Colson arched his hips and thrust his cock into Dominic's throat. "F-uck, feels so good, baby boy" his hips arched again as Matthew sucked at his Adam's apple. 'God, I fuckin love you both."

Matthew looked at Dominic and bit his lip as he watched Colson's cock go in and out of the boys mouth. "Shit, kells, fucking beautiful." He smiled as Dominic's eyes went back. "Our beautiful boy" Matthew purred as Colson pulled him into a kiss.

Dominic tasted those first few drop of pre cum on his tongue and gripped Colson's thighs.

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Dominic was cuddled in between Matthew and Colson, an arm each around him. "So I take it I'm stuck am I?" He grinned as the two men kissed his cheeks. Running a hand through Colson's hair; he kissed them both and relaxed.

Colson nodded and buried his head in Dominic's neck. "I don't wanna get up, too comfy" he squeezed Dominic lightly and smiled as he looked between dom and Matt. "It might sound stupid but i love you both."

Matthew reached an arm across Dominic to Colson's shoulder and kissed the blonde before kissing Dominic. "We know you do, and it's not stupid, kells" he smiled and relaxed as Dominic pressed a gentle kiss to his nose.

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fairyavengerwrites · 3 years

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youngblood ⇝ steve rogers ⇝ one

fanfiction.net link https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13549564/1/Youngblood

pairing: steve rogers x oc

series summary: when Director Fury asks Gemma Bloom to assist the Avengers Initiative for reasons that seem vague, she can’t help but feel like a babysitter. she also doesn’t understand that she’s in for a hell of a ride, courtesy of Steve Rogers.

chapter summary: Gemma gets a promotion. kind of.

author’s note: Youngblood and Gemma are kind of my babies. Gemma is loosely based off me (a Brit). This series is already mostly written, and if you can’t wait for me to update here, then check the ff.net link above!

“There’s a member of your team, sir, who may be able to help start the Avengers Initiative,” Phil Coulson told Agent Matthew White as they walked through S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters. “And who might that be?” Matthew responded, a frown forming on his features as he heard the answer. “Gemma Bloom.”

Gemma had just finished pulling some research on the victim from the latest case she had been working on, ready to present it to her boss, Mathew. She had been a S.H.I.E.L.D agent since part-way in university, and when she graduated from that, she moved into S.H.I.E.L.D full time. Over the years she’d been there, she’d become a Level Six Agent, working her way into Level Seven now to be on the same level as everyone else on the team.

“I brought coffee!” Agent Tony Allan exclaimed, holding the carrier in the air to present four cups. Tony was holding his coffee in his hand. “The boss man not back yet?” he inquired, as the desk next to Gemma was still empty.

“No,” Lidia Bianchi answered Tony truthfully, taking her cup from him and sniffing it.

“Yeah, I think he’s in some kind of meeting,” Samuel Harris added, watching as Gemma grabbed her cup with both hands.

“You got oat milk, right?” Gemma asked. Tony nodded as he handed Sam his cup, leaving their boss’ cup on his desk.

“Maybe we should run through what we already have,” Lidia suggested.

“I don’t want you stealing my intel,” Sam joked, and Gemma rolled her eyes.

“We should probably tell Tony some facts, though,” she suggested. “So he’s not completely clueless,” she added. “That would be embarrassing.”

“Thanks for the faith, Bloom,” Tony told her as she smiled sweetly at him.

“I got your back, Tony,” she replied, sipping on the caffeinated drink. At that exact moment, Matthew walked into the bullpen, with another S.H.I.E.L.D Agent Gemma recognised as Phil Coulson, who was sort of a legend around there. The team had worked with him every so often, so Gemma knew that the legends were true.

“Vic, go,” Matthew ordered, snapping his fingers. Immediately, all of them crowded around the screen behind Gemma’s desk, where she projected something from her computer screen.

“James Langley, twenty-five. Worked in HR,” Gemma started. Lidia continued.

“Mother and father died a few years ago. Langley lives with his wife, Anna, a nurse.”

“His history is relatively normal. Nothing out of the blue, no criminal record, no debt,” Sam added. “Everyone I’ve called so far has called him lovely.”

“He was nice,” Gemma agreed. When she first joined S.H.I.E.L.D, Langley was the HR Agent assigned to her.

“Not to everyone, or he wouldn’t have been murdered,” Matthew jumped in.

“Allan, I want you to go down to Aaron, see what he’s found about the body. Lidia, Harris, head to forensics. Gemma, you’re with me.”

“Where is it we’re going, exactly?” she asked him, frowning in confusion.

“Director’s office.” Not for the first time in her life, she cursed Mathew’s inability to explain facts.

“Yes, boss,” she muttered meekly, pushing herself up with an even deeper frown.

“Agent Coulson, Agent White, Agent Bloom,” Director Fury greeted the trio as they entered his office. Unsurprisingly, there was paperwork all over his desk, but the Director discarded it immediately to give his agents his full attention.

“Am I in trouble?” Gemma whispered to Matthew nervously, but her boss only chuckled as they came to a stop.

“No, Agent Bloom, rather the contrary,” Fury answered her, standing up. Gemma’s eyes went wide. “Agent Coulson, if you will.” Phil handed Gemma his tablet and some files and started talking.

“The Avengers Initiative is a program that combines all the superheroes we can muster to fight against... whatever needs fighting. Extraordinary people to help save the world,” Phil explained.

“Isn’t that what we’re for?” Gemma asked, frowning in confusion.

“I don’t mean your average crimes,” Phil corrected.

“You’ve heard of Thor?” Fury asked. Gemma nodded. “From somewhere other than earth. That means that there are forces out there we’ve never heard of, that might decide they want to stop off at planet Earth for a little more than a restroom break.”

“We might not be able to stop them, but these people...” Phil trailed off, and Gemma finally understood.

“Right. Where do I come in?” Gemma asked, looking at Mathew, who had yet to say a word. He shrugged. Phil smiled at her.

“We’ve heard nothing but good things about you, Gemma,” he told her. “You can help me to recruit them, and then look after them. You’ve got good fighting skills too, so there’s nothing to stop you joining in during battle.”

“So, I’m not working with White’s team anymore?” Gemma queried, frowning at her boss.

“You’ll be with me in between this,” Matthew finally said, patting her shoulder to reassure her.

“So, are you in?” All three men looked at her. After a minute, Gemma nodded.

“But what about my training?”

“So, you’re working with the big dogs now?” Tony confirmed, taking a bite of his pizza slice. Currently, the team was in the bullpen, trying to pull an all-nighter to solve the case. Gemma shrugged, struggling to keep her eyelids open.

“I wouldn’t necessarily say big dogs,” Gemma corrected, handing her crust over to Lidia.

“Who are these people, anyway?” Lidia asked. Gemma pushed her swivel chair back so she could reach her desk, then pushed herself away from it so she was back in the centre of the bullpen.

“Err, Captain America... we all know who he is, right?” They nodded. “Next... Tony Stark. Iron Man. Again, we all know who he is?”

“You know why I’m so great?” Tony asked the team, smirking.

“Don’t say it, don’t say it...” Sam trailed off, but Tony ignored him anyway.

“Because I share his namesake. Great minds think alike,” Tony told them, tapping his temple. Sam groaned helplessly, and Gemma giggled at his response.

“Weren’t you named after your father?” Lidia asked him, a teasing smile on her face. He rolled his eyes at her.

“Small details,” he replied, and she threw the last bite of Gemma’s crust at him.

“We then have Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow.”

“Wow. She’s more legendary than Lidia. Can you get me her number?” Tony teased. Gemma threw her napkin at him. “Why am I so attacked by everyone?”

“Bruce Banner, the Hulk.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Sam asked her, worry in his eyes. Gemma shook her head.

“He’s nice as Bruce Banner, which is who we need. Clint Barton, Hawkeye. But we have to rescue him on this mission.” They all nodded. Clint was an S.H.I.E.L.D Agent too; he’d worked with the team once, although it was before Gemma had joined it. “And me and Coulson.”

“Boo,” Tony said. “You got that great line up, and then you? Why not Lidia?”

“Hey! I was only hired to be their babysitter,” Gemma reminded him, throwing another napkin at him.

“You’re wasting napkins,” Sam told her. “He’s not worth it.” Tony stuck his tongue out at him.

“Aren’t you kids meant to be doing something?” The team scrambled out of their leisurely positions as they heard Director Fury interrupted their conversation, followed closely by Mathew and Phil. “Are they always like this?” Fury asked Mathew. Matthew let out a small smile at his team.

“Most of the time,” he replied. “Gemma, you’re up.”

Gemma looked at the notes in her hand, then double-checked, then tripled checked, just to make sure she was in the right place. Weirdly, she’d lived in this apartment complex for three short months just before she’d moved into her house. Which was not important right now.

Right now, Gemma was supposed to escort Captain-fucking-America (she was freaking out about that. Big time) to the quinjet that was going to be the base of their task. Fury had done most of the talking, so Gemma just had to make sure he wasn’t going to drop out last minute. Which, at the crack of dawn, made Gemma feel like dropping out herself. She did, however, come with a peace offering- a nice big cup of coffee. She wasn’t very sure what to expect, but coffee at this time of day could surely never be turned down. Bracing herself, very wary of the time, she knocked on his door. She could hear some moving about for a few seconds, then the lock turning in the door.

“Steve Rogers?” she asked, smiling. He frowned. He still had a hand behind the door, and Gemma sensed some sort of weapon.

“Who’s asking?” Steve responded.

“Gemma Bloom, SHIELD.” Gemma couldn’t lie; he really was very breathtaking and dreamy and muscular. She held forwards a coffee. “Coffee?” He took the cup.

“Come in,” Steve said a moment later. “Did Fury send you to herd me there?”

“More or less,” Gemma responded, looking around the apartment. Somehow, it was almost exactly what she thought it would look like. “Plus, I figured you don’t really know where you’re going when walking around SHIELD and I kinda know where the quinjets are, so I guess you can think of it like when you’re on a school trip in primary school and your teacher makes you buddy up so you don’t get lost.” Gemma watched as he grabbed a bag and a file.

“Primary school?” Steve asked, raising a brow.

“Er, Kindergarten, I guess? It’s the British version. I’m British.”

“I think they’ve probably changed since I went to school.” Steve looked around his apartment. “So, where do SHIELD keep their quinjets?” Gemma jingled her car keys.

“Let’s get there first. You need me to grab anything else for you?” Steve shook his head, and so they both left to go to her car. Gemma also wasn’t really sure why she had to bring Steve in; surely Coulson would’ve been better.

“How long have you been at SHIELD for?” he asked, observing her driving. Gemma was a very safe driver.

“A few years.” The small talk felt very awkward in her car, but it was better than the music quietly playing.

“What about America? What made you come?” A few memories appeared behind Gemma’s eyes.

“Since I was eighteen. I got a full-ride scholarship at NYU and I haven’t looked back since. Although,” she added, looking back over at him. The sun was starting to come up. “There’s loads I miss. Like the chocolate this side of the pond. It’s really shitty.”

“You kiss your mother with that tongue?” he teased. Gemma smiled and concentrated on driving as the awkward air started to ease.

“What about you? There must be stuff you miss from before your seventy-year nap.” She heard him sigh and hoped it wasn’t too much of a touchy subject.

“I mean, the chocolate is far better now than it was then.”

“All that tells me is you’ve never had good chocolate.” Gemma stopped in front of the SHIELD building and parked up. She looked over at Steve. “Time to go do our jobs.”

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sustainhealthmagazine · 5 years

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Physios warn of an increase in patients seeking treatment for exercise-related injuries during the summer months

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Physios warn of an increase in patients seeking treatment for exercise-related injuries during the summer months. Ten Health & Fitness, boutique fitness provider and London’s leading clinical massage and physiotherapy brand, expects to see around 2,500 individual physio clients over the summer months. Ten’s experts are warning Brits to consider the common injuries associated with taking up a new sport, and how to help your body combat them.

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Cheyne Voss, Head of Physio at Ten Health & Fitness says; “Tennis elbow, sore knees, hip impingement; these are all the kind of sports problems our clients face when they up-the-ante in the summer. We fully support people being active when they’re inspired by incredible sporting achievements like Wimbledon or The Cricket World Cup, but it’s important to teach people how prehab and rehab training will help them stay on form. Many people do not account for the appropriate build up to prepare their bodies for increased effort and load, and an ‘all or nothing’ approach to exercise is always going to up the injury risk quite significantly.”

To stay off the side-lines this year, from prevention to cure, Cheyne Voss, Director of Physio at Ten Health & Fitness gives the essential advice to keep you fit, active and sporting all summer long.

Sprained Ankle

Cheyne says; “During and immediately after Wimbledon, we see a lot of ‘Armchair Nadal’s’. After the winter’s inactivity, they dust off their racquets, head out onto their local court - only to hobble off a few minutes later with a rolled ankle. Angle sprains therefore are one of the most common sports-related injuries and most of the time, can be helped without the need for physiotherapy.”

Cheyne recommends regular stability work – something most people neglect in their workouts - and strengthening the foot and lower leg muscles. Balance training, such as standing on one foot with your eyes closed on either a Bosu ball or wobble boards is also essential for prevention.

Achilles pain or tendinopathy (formally known as tendonitis)

Cheyne says; “Perhaps the most common summer holiday injury, we find when people start running on really soft surfaces, such as on sand in bare feet, the increase in force through the tendon is a real problem.”

If you’re not already a regular runner, Cheyne recommends avoiding running (even walking) on very soft sand, especially if there is a camber on the beach. However, doing specific calf raises (focusing on lowering slowly) and static holds with a slight bend in the knee, can also help build the muscles.

Runners knee or Sore side of knee

Cheyne says; “When the sun is shining, many people feel the urge to go jogging, but many people do not have good running form or adequate running shoes. The pain from runners’ knee is more often felt after running, especially when walking slowly, and especially downstairs. Then when returning to running after this, the pain will come and go many times over.”

Cheyne recommends improving running technique by slowly and gradually increasing cadence, investing in the correct footwear and regular foam rolling the outside of your hip. Finally, strengthening the gluteal muscles is also important. The best specific gluteal exercises are the clams (with a band around your knees), side lying leg lifts, squats with a band, crab walks and then progressing to a modified side wall squat.

Hip Impingement

Cheyne says; “Twisting sports with a stop-start acceleration component such as Tennis can cause hip impingement. This is when poor gluteal control of your pelvis causes your hips don’t remain level (one side drops, and also deviates inwards and crosses over), therefore impinging (crushing) the inside of your hip joint and creating pain (felt most commonly in your groin) If left untreated, this can lead to a cartilage tear of the hip.”

Cheyne recommends doing gluteal strengthening through squat training but also incorporating as much Pilates into your exercise regime as possible. Pilates is a low-impact workout which focuses on form and control and therefore works for prehab and rehab purposes. Ten Health & Fitness offers both reformer and mat-based Pilates, ideal for helping both novices and assured exercisers in equal measure.

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Sore Back

Cheyne says; “We all want to look our best in the summer, so many people hit the gym hard by lifting weights they are not ready for. Not just this but lifting objects from a lowered height, anything from dumbbells at the gym to loading luggage onto a trolley at the airport, can aggravate the spine. Once injured, this impacts on almost every aspect of life and sport until resolved”

Cheyne recommends increasing core stability work and doing lots of counteracting stretching, such as half a push up with a back extension – such as the cobra position in yoga. Ten Health & Fitness’s specialist TenStretch and Restorative Yoga classes are an ideal antidote to this common injury.

Neck Pain

Cheyne says; “Usually neck pain is caused by too much sedentary postures (such as slouching and haunching over a desk. But in exercise, a common cause can be cycling for long periods of time.”

Cheyne recommends neck stretches to reverse the slouch. Look straight ahead and tuck your chin in while still looking straight ahead – thus straightening out your neck. Do this when on the bike or sitting at your desk to help. After exercise, foam rolling can be great to help open out the back.

If you’re looking to increase your fitness during the summer and the seasons following it, check in with the experts at Ten Health & Fitness for bespoke workout classes, fitness plans and expert advice on how to work out efficiently and safely.

Ten Health & Fitness is a boutique fitness studio with eight locations across London. Its ninth studio, and it’s first clinical and physio-focused studio, opened on Tottenham Court Road in August 2109. For more information about the clinical and physio offering at Ten, visit www.ten.co.uk

ABOUT TEN HEALTH & FITNESS

Ten Health & Fitness is the result of a happy accident – quite literally. Founder Joanne Mathews was inspired to create Ten following a serious car accident that left her with back and pelvic injuries. The challenges she faced during her recovery revealed a potential gap in the market for an integrated end-to-end service combining fitness with rehabilitation.

A pioneer of what was to become Boutique Fitness – the fastest-growing sector in the fitness industry - Ten opened its doors in a basement in Notting Hill in October 2007. Today it operates sites, in Mayfair, St James’s, Fitzrovia, Notting Hill, Little Venice, Chiswick, Hatton Garden and the City of London, with more on the way.

Ten is the only boutique provider to bridge the gap between the fitness community and the medical sector. It offers clients a combination of Dynamic Reformer Pilates classes, Personal Training, small group fitness classes (including HiiT, Yoga, Barre and TRX classes) along with in-house Physiotherapy, Massage, and most recently, clinical exercise prescription (for clients with life altering conditions like cancer, heart disease, menopause and diabetes), all under one roof.

Ten’s multidisciplinary capabilities are delivered via a unique Circle of Care – unlike the typical fitness industry model, Trainers and Therapists work collaboratively, sharing expertise, insights and client information through every stage of a client’s physical wellbeing – including exercise, prehab, injury management, treatment and rehab. It allows Ten to provide clients with a seamless progression from one stage to another and to adapt a clients’ programme to maximise their effectiveness, whether that’s to help speed recovery from injury, or help them achieve their goals faster.

Ten’s unique approach is underpinned by the expertise of its trainers and therapists, some of the most expert in the business, and also by its MoveBetter approach – a focus on precision, control and form that places as much emphasis on quality of movement as it does on intensity of movement. At a time when exercisers are increasingly beginning to embrace the importance of a more prehabilitative and sustainable way to work out, this is an approach whose time has most definitely come.

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