#Figure 823

[thatsbelievable]

#Whenever Someone Uses the Expression “By the Haunted Hair of Johan Messenius!” This is What They’re Talking About #Figure 823 #Johan Messenius #The Haunted Hair of Johan Messenius #ghost #ghosts #haunted #haunting

[ozarkthedog]

𝐊𝐍𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏

summary: joel fingers you for the first time in his truck.

warnings: 18+ mdni. joel miller x afab!reader. no physical descriptors of reader. fingering (pussy and ass). heavy ass play. Joel being a fucking menace. no beta. w.c: 823

author's note: had this thot for the last few days and had to write it out before i went insane but now i'm taking you all with meeee

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⋅ 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Joel's two knuckles deep in your cunt while an old country tune quietly floats from the radio into his dimly lit truck that's parked on the side of a dusty road. He languidly fucks his thick digits between your sopping folds, each thrust making your breath hitch more than the last. 

He's taking it slow, figuring out what spots make your cunt spasm and quiver for the very first time. It's a mess of limbs in the front seat; your skirt is rucked up your hips, legs bent at the knee, and he's holding you against his side, cradling your head in the crook of his arm.

"Righ' 'ere?" he grits, swallowing hard as you clamp around his fingers. 

You grab at his worn button-up, tightly fisting the material with a needy whine as a wave of pleasure burns deep, and he doubles his efforts with a twist of his wrist. "That's it. Come on, pretty girl, there you go."

Joel curls his fingers, seeking the fleshy spot behind your clit that makes you see stars and forces you to the edge listening with perverted delight to your frantic cries.

He leaves his fingers in your obscenely wet pussy just a bit longer, enjoying the feeling of your cunt convulsing from the aftershocks. He teases his soaked fingers along your slit when he withdraws them, toying with your folds and puffy, hairy outer lips before moving south.

A gasp catches in your throat as he cautiously circles your rosebud.

"Ever been touched 'ere?" Bright moonlight casts off his dark coffee-colored eyes as he searches your face for discomfort.

All you can muster is a broken "No," and he hums a deep rumble. It sounds like the beginning of a summer storm, and the ominous tone sets a blazing fire in your belly.

"s'ok if I keep goin'?" he asks, timidly looking down at you through his lashes. He shifts his hips, grinding his cock against your outer thigh. You mewl upon feeling his hard, throbbing length through his jeans.

You dumbly nod, and a sly grin tugs at the corner of his lips. 

Your mouth drops open, panting, as he slowly presses one thick digit into your ass. He curses at your tightness but keeps moving until his knuckles graze the soft globes of your cheeks. "S'fuckin' tight lil' ass you got there, sweetheart." He croons, nudging his nose along your jaw and tipping your head back before branding you with a searing kiss.

You moan wantonly as he licks into your mouth and starts slowly fucking you. "Tell me how it feels." He husks, breaking the kiss.

His lips latch onto your neck, sucking and nipping his way down to your clavicle as your mind searches for anything remotely resembling words.

A mess of mumbled moans and broken curses stumble from your lips into the small truck cabin. Your hips move on their own, wanting his finger deeper and faster, but he never breaks his steady stride. He chuckles against your skin. "This sweet rose wants more, huh? First time bein' touched, and she's already gettin' greedy."

He leans back, pinning his eyes on where he's stretching you open, and groans at the filthy sight of his syrupy, thick fingers stretching your small, shiny hole. He meets your wild doe eyes with a wolfish grin before pursing his lips and spitting.

The shock of his warm spittle landing on the rim of your sensitive hole makes your insides violently churn, and a yearning, brazen moan spills from your lips.

"Gotta make sure it's nice n' wet," he says while lining up a second finger, still piercing your gaze. "Don't wanna hurt 'er."  

He watches your face twist from the pressure as he slowly glides two sizeable fingers into your snug hole. "S'ok, you can take it," he calmly encourages, kissing the pinched skin between your brows. 

He raises his thumb up and over your pusling, weepy core, and plants the heavy pad on your clit. He suffocates the tiny button, earning himself a full-on quiver and high-pitched wail from your defenseless, blissed-out body. 

"Thatta girl. Feels good, don't it?" he grunts, thrusting his fingers deeper.

A solid buzz blossoms in your veins under his wicked touch. The dual action he's doling out with his insanely massive hand makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. So overcome with the depraved rapture, you can't help but give in to the delirium.  

"Can feel you loosenin' up. S'good girl," he coos, smiling down at you even though your eyes are crossed dumb from the sheer euphoria racing through your veins. 

"Pretty soon, she'll be stretched around my cock." he informs, hissing when he feels you tighten at his words. Your mouth falls open with a silent wail, and your spine bends like a bow ready to strike as he purrs sinfully in your ear. "Tha's righ'. Gonna make this sweet rose take every fuckin' inch."  

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[jareaul0ver]

Bruises

part 2

Summary: You get hurt during hockey practice and an unexpected blonde patches you up.

wc: 823 warnings: physical fighting, bruises, blood, denial of feelings, regina being a SOFTIE pairings: regina george x fem!reader

"C'mon Shane, put some power behind that!" The head coach yelled at one of your teammates. He groaned in frustration.

You were about to run a scrimmage. You'd been put on the opposite team of Shane, who was now pissed off. Everything was going good, you had the puck on your stick and the only thing standing between you and taking a shot was Shane.

In one quick motion, you were slammed into and knocked onto your back. He didn't even make a move for the puck. "Oman, watch it! You good, Y/L/N?" You heard your coach shout from the side.

You sat up on the ice and readjusted your helmet. "I'm fine, coach!" you called out and got back onto your skates. The scrimmage continued, and you had finally scored, bringing your team up a point. You scored again, and once more.

Shane seemed to have had enough of this. You had the puck again, and you passed it. A few seconds after you passed it, Shane sped at you, slamming you into the wall of the rink. You hit it forcefully and fell onto your knees.

"What the fuck, Shane?" You yelled out. You stood up and took your helmet off, tossing it to the side. You did the same with your stick, then rushed over to him, hitting him hard with your gloved fist. He almost fell back, but he caught himself.

You two were now fighting. Your teammates all froze and watched it go down. Shane had gotten a good hit on your cheek bone, splitting the skin open. You felt blood drip down your face. The only reason you didn't swing again was because of your head coach and assistant coach pulling the two of you apart.

Shane was ushered to the boy's locker room, and you to the girls. You took off the top half of your gear, throwing on a t-shirt, and waiting for the trainer to come in and check you out.

Instead, you watched as a blonde figure rounded the corner. You immediately sat up. "Regina? What're you doing in here?"

She made a beeline towards you, leaning down to get a good look at your face. You were surprised. Not because you weren't friends, you were very good friends. Regina had practically picked you up from the ground and placed you on the same level as heaven during your sophomore year.

You were just shocked to see her here, standing in front of you with a frown on her face. "Y/N? Are you listening to me? Can you listen to me, do you have a concussion?" She pulled you away from your thoughts.

"Yes-" you cleared your throat. "Sorry, yeah, I'm listening." No you weren't, you both knew that.

She sat next to you and sighed. "Shane did this to you?" She spoke gently and you nodded. She clenched her jaw. "Fucking idiot. Not you, him." She brought her hand up to your face and gently brushed over your cheek.

You winced and her face softened. "Sorry." Regina had never had a soft spot for anyone. Not until she met you. Something in her constantly pulled her towards you, and at first she tried her best to fight the feeling off, but eventually she gave in.

"You didn't answer my question. What're you doing here?" You keep your eyes on her icy blue ones. Usually they were cold, unless she was secretly staring at you without your notice, and except for now. They were soft and almost apologetic.

"Word travels fast and I needed to make sure you were okay." Her tone was genuine, and it made your heart melt.

You looked down at your hands in your lap, looking at the bruising on your knuckles forming. "I'm okay. My face kinda hurts though." I smiled a little, meeting her gaze again.

She rolled her eyes and her lips twitched into a small smile. "You're such an idiot." She reached out for your hands and took them gently into hers. She looked at the bruising and grimaced a little. "I'm sorry."

"What for?" You asked, a little confused.

"You got in a fight with my idiot ex."

The confused expression never left your face. "And why is that your fault?"

Regina knew exactly why it was her fault, but she could never tell you. She couldn't say that Shane was actually the one who ended things with her. The fight they had wasn't about him with another girl, no. It was about her with you. He had accused Regina for having feelings for you, and while she didn't admit to it, she never denied it, so he broke up with her.

"It- it isn't, I just feel bad." She swallowed nervously. She looked down at your hands and gently ran her thumbs over your knuckles. She brought one of your hands up to her mouth and gently kissed the bruises.

theres gonna be a part 2 to this, definitely, but its nearing 4am and i am TIRED

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[darklcy]

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

‣ eddie's session runs longer than you thought. bored, with nothing to do, you find his shirt.

‣ eddie munson x reader | stranger things masterlist | 823 words | fluff, established relationship, idiots in love ig

‣ i havent posted him in a while and i just got to rewatching s4, so naturally-

He’d been gone far too long already.

You tried not to complain, not having the desire to suck the life out of his soul for simply engaging in his passion. Dungeons and dragons served as an enigma in your brain, its complexity never failing to swirl your thoughts in knots each time you tried learning to play. If him being late was the only self punishment for not comprehending the rules of the game, then perhaps it was justifiable.

..It was just late. And you were beyond bored.

Boredom was a lazy explanation for the feeling you were experiencing at the moment, but for lack of better word, boredom will do. Body sprawled across his mattress, Gremlins displayed in the living room television down the hall, fingernails touched skin in a pattern, as if counting sheep represented itself through your fingers. The night sky stretched further along the hours as you waited for his campaign to finish, but with the way your eyelids drooped and head bobbed, you may not be around for his return.

Laying back on your spine, ceiling coming into view, you fought the upcoming dreams with all your might to avoid slumber, wanting to greet Eddie properly the moment he stepped inside. Chin lolling to the right, a signature club shirt curiously grabbed your eye, the red faced demon poking through the gaps of his drawer. 

Huh.

Somehow that pumped a vein full of awoken energy throughout your body. Sitting back up, you crawled over to the drawer and yanked the shirt from its clenches, freeing the fabric from its prison. The demon’s eyes met yours in a sneer, and sometimes you wonder if the corners of his mouth grew each time you stared at him. Discarding your own top, you replaced it with his, the remnants of smoke and faint cologne wafting in your nostrils.

Eddie smelled like home, a sanctuary, a safe place. A bit ironic, with fire comes reassurance, in your world, that is.

The garment was a bit loose on your figure, the ends reaching just below your hips. With the canvas of your legs exposed from lack of pajamas, his shirt became your blanket and lover all in one, a figment of the real thing. This will have to do until he returns. 

Cheek pressed to the comforter, Gremlins had just barely faded out into the credits when sleep found you, tucked away and hidden in the cotton of Hellfire.

“Baabe, I’m home.”

Brass met knob when Eddie unlocked it open, enjoying the warm heat of the trailer compared to the brisk November air outside. Campaign was good, as usual. Dungeon Master certainly had its perks, even if repeating senior year didn’t. The journey to his bedroom was swift, eager to finally end his day with you by his side, how it always should be. 

However he wasn’t at all, in the slightest bit, prepared to greet you adorning his beloved club shirt, soft skin of your thighs bare, asleep comfortably in his bed. His bed. Alone. With his shirt on. And boyshorts. Oh, wow. You were going to be the death of him.

It was as if he’d been transported to the Moma, viewing a delicate, historical self portrait of an acrylic artist from the 1700s. You were a sight to behold, and for him only. His feet almost sunk into the floorboards from the sheer weight his heart plummeted against his ribs. He’d just fallen in love  all over again. How do you do it so easily?

A gentle groan emitted in your throat as you shifted. What a sweet sound. You’re so sweet. 

Crouching down towards your face, his ringed knuckle gilded hair from your eyelashes, a smile on his face at the way you stirred from the action. When your eyes awoke to meet his, his lips only stretched wider.

“Mornin', sweetheart.”

Stretching out your arms, a yawn escaped you as a sleepy, “Oh, you’re home,” uttered out in a jumbled whisper. His full palm caressed your face now, occasionally smoothing down your hair while continuing to grin at your drowsiness. He couldn’t get enough.

“Yeah, Hellfire ran a lil late. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

You shook your head into his fingers. “No, you’re fine. I was just bored.”

A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest as he moved to sit beside you. His fingers transitioned from your cheek to the shirt on your skin, rings grazing the neckline and shoulder. Eddie had never seen anything like it, and he wore this exact thing every god damn week. 

“You look beautiful like this.”

It was as if complimenting a model, the way he spoke so carefully and tender. You gave him a look.

“..It’s comfy. I might steal it from you.”

He’d give you anything he wanted if you gave him the word. His lips captured yours in a trance, ending too quick for your liking. 

“You should. You wear it best.”

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#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader oneshot #eddie munson x you #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things fluff #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 x reader

[ad0rechuu]

★ MILKY WAY. ━━ (00i) csn route: what makes him, him

WORD COUNT. 823

WARNINGS. fluff! san is just v san what can i say

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

YOU SEE HIM. AND YOU KNOW HE SEES YOU TOO BY THE WAY HIS EYES WIDEN WHEN HE MEET YOURS.

All the contestants had packed the stage for the award ceremony. Ateez stood pretty far away from the crowds eyes, unintentionally shielding you from their vision.

None of them had spotted you until they were announced as the winners of the silver prize. Yeosang somehow saw your figure in the hoards of people, waving with excitement.

The seemingly innocent action also brought you into his view.

Choi San is currently freaking out, the image of your flawless smile etched deeply into his brain.

While thinking about you might be his favorite pastime, he really wishes that he could muster up the courage to go up to you and spill his heart right now.

Sadly, that won’t be happening. Even if he wasn’t so scared of the potential rejection, who says you would even agree to see him?

He lets himself fall on the couch with a dramatic sigh. Until suddenly, he hears the loud voice of his best friend. San doesn’t think much of it because Wooyoung has never been one to follow the rules of basic social etiquette.

“Yeah, San says he wants to talk to you.” He hears Wooyoung say as his voice gets closer.

Before he can even begin to decipher what that’s suppose to mean, San is greeted by you holding a small stuffed animal, and being pushed trough the door by Wooyoung.

He quickly rushes to his feet as you take a confused look around the dressing room.

“You didn’t have to push me. I would’ve come willingly.” You say with a small chuckle as he walks over to you.

San is about to open his mouth when he he’s interrupted by the voices of Seonghwa and Mingi yelling, “Good luck Sannie!” as they close the door.

A wave of both relief and embarrassment washes over the poor boy, who’s now blushing profusely.

You smile and give him a questioning look. “So what did you want to tell me?”

“Oh. I didn’t ask Wooyoung to go get you, he made that up.”

As your face facial expressions drop and disappointment spreads over your previously cheerful features, he realizes his mistake.

“Oh-”

“No no no, wait, I didn’t ask him to do anything but.. but I still want to tell you something.” He stutters.

You don’t say anything, only nodding for him to continue.

He takes a deep breath, his dark eyes meeting yours.

“Yn, I.. I like you. Scratch that actually, I.. I love you. Yes, I love you and I’m sorry that I lied to you. I can’t deny that I’ve been a fan of yours for a long time, but I promise that my feelings for you are real!”

The sheer amount of passion in his voice pleasantly shocks you. You’ve never had anyone speak to you with that amount of love.

“San, I—”

Before you can even start your sentence, he’s clinging to your waist, hugging you like this is the last time he’ll ever see you.

“You don’t have to say that you love me back, I understand, I promise but I— I just needed you to know how much you mean to me.” He breathes out.

You laugh at his words, quickly rubbing his shoulders. You feel them tense up at your reaction.

“If you had let me finish, you could’ve saved yourself that whole monologue.”

He pulls away to give you a confused look. You continue to hold him close.

“I feel the same way, San—"

Once again he cuts you off, this time by placing his lips on yours.

The action catches you off guard, but you’re quick to return the affection. It’s as if San tries to put all his emotions for you into the kiss. His warm hands find their way under your shirt while your own hands cling to the fabric of sleeves.

He chases your lips when you part from him as air runs out, much to both your dismay.

You smile each other, love writing in both of your looks.

“You sure have a thing for cutting me off, huh?”

He laughs shyly. “I’m sorry.”

You don’t say anything. Eyeing the toy on the ground, you bend down to retrieve the stuffed animal you had dropped in your passionate exchange.

San whines at the momentary loss of contact.

“Here you go.” You hand it to him, returning to your position.

He stares at the cat plushie in his hands before breaking out into a big smile.

“I’m gonna name it Yn Junior.” He smirks, and you have to fight the urge to facepalm. You might shoot him a disappointed look, but you both know that you don’t mean it.

San might cut you off and name a cat doll after you but all those traits make him.. well, him— the milky way you’ve been searching for.

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NOTES. fun fact! san will bite whoever touches yn junior other than u (yes he stuck with that name 😮‍💨) ! also please comment ur fav san moment of this fic

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[devilishchaos]

Shower | Jack Harlow imagine

Rating / genre: M (18+); smut, fluff

Pairings: Reader x Jack Harlow; Reader x PG

Summary: You pay a visit to Jack and the boys on tour

Warnings: Explicit smut, oral sex (m receiving), shower sex, protected vaginal penetration, Jack tries to be dominant 🤭, hair grabbing, use of pet names "baby girl", "babe", "baby", explicit talk

Word Count: 4 823 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Ugh..sixty days should not have felt so long. Especially with all the exams and volleyball matches happening. Even with the busyness, you texted the group chat all the time, your boys sharing stories that had happened to them while on tour. 

It was the night after you and your team had won the cup, that you got a text from Jack, one that was in a direct message just to you.

You felt a wave of relief at the exchange. He seemed okay. He had even typed a smiley face. Cute. Maybe both of you were really going to be more at ease when you reunite. 

The groupchat went crazy the following days. You texted every day until it was the 27th already and you were getting all your stuff packed for your very early flight. 

-

You lugged yourself back to the airport, only really realizing once you were there that Jack had upgraded you when he was booking the flight – something you'd scold him for later. But in the meantime, you figured you may as well enjoy the flight, maybe even try to get some sleep. He’d arranged for a driver to pick you up at the airport and bring you straight to the apartment he shared with his team members. It made most sense for you to stay there since there was always a free bed with the boys constantly coming and going.

It was late in the day when you got in, shuffling around the massive airport to find your way through customs and baggage. And you allowed yourself to feel a little special at least, when you walked down the ramp and searched through the sea of drivers holding up name cards, finding the one with yours on it and approaching him with a smile.

He took your luggage and carry-on bag and directed you out, politely asking how your flight was.

When you slid in, you felt a presence next to you indicating you were not alone in the back of the black SUV, you startled to a halt before closing the door, slightly turning and blinking at a very excited Jack that was seated in the seat next to yours. You smiled widely.

“Hi! Oh my god! Come here.” you yelped as you slid across the seats and snuggled up into his chest, his adorable laugh becoming music to your ears.

“Good surprise?”

“Oh my god, great surprise. Ahh, I’m so happy to see you.” you told him quickly before taking his cheeks in your hands and kissing him right on the mouth.

He laughed when you pulled back but that didn’t last long, you meeting his lips again, this time a bit more sensually unable to help yourself. You’d missed this closeness. Damn, you wanted him already and it had been less than a minute.

Snuggling up close to him, you allowed your mouths to move against each other for a bit, delicately tasting your tongue with his, before he pulled back, eyes looking down at the rest of you.

“Buckle up. But stay here.” he told you, his hand on your hips stopping you from sliding back to the side you’d gotten in.

You did so, smirking up at him, then let your hands wander over him, thumbs tracing over his gorgeous face and fingers getting lost in his wild hair. A little short on the sides and messy curls at the top of his head, slightly longer than the last time you'd seen him in person. 

He could tell you were eyeing him for a hot second, an eyebrow quirking up at you smugly.

“You look good. Too good.” You eyed him suspiciously. “How did you get sexier in a matter of two months?”

He let out a deep laugh, his arm coming around your shoulder, prompting you to cuddle up next to him, your hand finding its place on his thigh.

“So, you approve of the hair?”

“Very much so. You look gorgeous.” The breath that came out with the compliment was borderline embarrassing.

He wore black new balance sweats and a matching hoodie. Damn, he looked fucking good in all-black. What a snack.

“You just got off a 19-hour flight and still look this good so..I think I’m the lucky one.” he replied, his lips curling up as he eyed you sideways.

“Mm, I feel a little gross. I need a shower when we get to your place. Feel free to join if you’d like.” you added, letting your voice drop a little. The driver probably didn’t need to hear all of this.

He looked at you with a tilt to his head, a darkness falling over his eyes. “Fuck yes.” He started to smile. “Are you kidding me? As if I’m going to say no to that?” he played, his hand dipping inside your jacket to dig at your ribs softly, earning a laugh from you.

You pulled him into you again, taking whatever you could for now even though it wasn’t nearly enough.

His hand gripped onto your hoodie at your side and it wasn’t long before his fingers were slipping underneath all your layers to find your skin. His touch felt amazing against your skin, fingers lightly scratching down towards your hip, fiddling with the waistband of your sweats. 

“Can't wait to have you all to myself.” he whispered against your lips and you pulled back a bit to meet his eyes.

“Yeah?” you asked, letting the back of your knuckles caress his cheek, then down along his jaw, his trimmed beard slightly scratching against you.

“Yeah. But the boys can't wait to see you also so I might have to wait a little.” he said with a chuckle before planting another kiss on your lips. 

Surely, he was able to hear the shaky sigh you let out in his ear as you practically shuddered against him. Then you were moving to his neck, nipping at whatever skin you could see, trying to pull the top of his hoodie a little bit down and get more of his neck.

“God, how far away are we?” you complained pathetically and he laughed, turning his head to look out the window.

“Like another 15 minutes.”

You groaned, sitting back in your seat, his arm still around you, as he played lazily with your hair.

As the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, looking forward as the buildings flew past, your hand stayed on his thigh, squeezing it every once in a while as if to check if he was actually real.

When the car finally started to slow down, you looked out through the tinted windows, taking in the building that you assumed were staying in, as you got closer.

“So, who’s here right now?” you asked as you two stepped in the elevator.

“Just Urb and Cope but the others are coming over soon I think. We loaded up the fridge with food so we’ll probably all have a late dinner together.” he said as you stepped out on their floor, coming face to face with a large door, which he unlocked. “Are you hungry now? We can get you a snack.”

“Y/N?” you heard an echo through the space then the two men were coming into view from around the corner and rushing to you. Jack brought your carry-on in as Urban pulled you into a cozy hug.

“Urbyyy! I’m here.” you told him excitedly, the words getting lost in his shoulder. He slightly rocked you left to right before pulling back with a goofy grin.

“Come in, come in. Welcome to the PG cave.”

“Cave?” you said with a laugh, taking in the huge windows and super clean, modern style of the place. “Yeah, okay, sure.”

They showed you around the main floor consisting of the kitchen, living area, two bedrooms and bathrooms on either side.

“So, apparently I’ve been kicked out of my room so you’ll be in here.” Urban explained with a tap on the door frame of the bedroom at the end of the hall.

“Ooh, I get my own room? Fancy.” you said playfully, looking inside to see the king bed with your bag already on it. The room was really nice with its clean neutral colors and large windows on one side. 

"Ha ha. Bold of you to assume that you would get rid of us that easily. But no. Jack and I shared this room but now that you are here I am no longer wanted." 

“Where are you sleeping?” 

“I’ll go and do my thing. We’re never usually all here anyway.”

“Probably gonna go and hit the clubs so we will see what comes in our direction ” Cope added, hands in his pockets.

You flung yourself at him, realizing you hadn’t given him a proper hello. “Hi.” you squealed as you wrapped your arms around him, a smile plastered on your face.

He laughed at the force of your embrace, leaning back against the hallway wall as he hugged you. “Hi, Y/N. How was your flight?” 

“It was good.” At the memory of your flight, your voice changed slightly. “Too good. You mister were supposed to book me in economy!” you turned around and looked at Jack who was leaning against the kitchen counter watching you, scolding him. 

He just smirked at you, giving you a cheeky little head tilt. So damn cute, that you couldn’t actually be annoyed.

“I’m still paying you back.”

“Sure you are.”

“I am!”

He raised his eyebrows, shrugging, voice all low and confident as he said “You can try all you want.”

“She’ll find a way.” Urban added in cheekily before laughing.

A little flustered at the insinuation, you stepped away from Cope to push against Urban's chest playfully but you were laughing too.

He just pushed back, immediately becoming a kid before your very eyes, face lighting up at you initiating the rough-housing. “Be nice.” he teased.

“You be nice.”

“No, you!”

“Okay, children, that’s enough.” Jack came in between you two, touching Urban on the shoulder and directing him back towards the kitchen.

He sent you a provoking look over your shoulder as he moved away, ready to fight; it just made you laugh and roll your eyes. Silly boy.

“We’re going to get started on some food. The others should be here soon. Wanna help?” he asked Jack as he passed him but he quickly shook his head.

“We both need a shower..I think.” He managed to get it out straight-faced but once the other two reacted, Urban smirking and Cope letting out a loud “Ha!", he quickly broke into his wide smile, ears turning pink. Wrapping himself around you, he hid his head in your neck as he walked you backwards into the room, letting go only once the two of you were hidden in his- your room.

By the time you’d set down your stuff and started to undress, Jack already had the hot water running, beginning to steam up the bathroom. And then his hands were on you, exploring your body from behind as he lifted your t-shirt straight off you.

You watched in the mirror as his neck craned down to be able to kiss along the top of your shoulder, fingers finding the waistband of your sweats and pulling them down without paying them any mind, his eyes closed, focused on leaving warm kisses on your skin.

Breath picking up, you angled your head away allowing him access to your neck as you shimmied your pants down your hips, not wanting to lose the contact even for a second. Then his hands were trailing up your sides onto your back to unhook your bra, dropping it onto the pile as well.

He barely had to do anything to turn you on – just looking at him in the car had been enough. But now, here, watching his tall figure standing behind you as he took you in, completely enraptured by kissing every inch that he could get to, you were so done for.

You stepped back to bring your bodies against each other, needing to feel more of him. 

“Jack..” you breathed out as you tilted your head back onto him. Letting your hips move in tiny circles against him, your hands wandering back and resting on his hips, holding him there to become the pole you were dancing against. “Baby..” Though quiet, there was a bit more of a whine in the word this time, telling him you needed more than just his lips.

“Mhm?” he sounded, pulling your hair up into a ponytail and holding it in one hand out of his way as he came up your neck and kissed along your jaw, using his grip to turn your head back towards him.

“Was sixty days not long enough for you?” You had meant it to tease him but it just came out desperate.

He chuckled as he let his other hand glide down the front of your body then let it dip between your legs with the lightest touch.

Immediately you opened them a little wider, hips pushing forward in need of his touch. You let out the quietest pained moan before you decided you needed to take matters into your own hands, turning around as he held onto your hair, trying not to tug too hard.

Right away, you were pulling his sweats down, pleased at the sight of a tent in his boxers and even more pleased once they were off as well, his perfectly thick cock hard and ready for you.

He may have been keeping his composure in the moment but he’d let it slip in the car how desperate he was for you. You could understand; you somehow still hadn’t had him inside of you to this point and you were dying for it.

But seeing him in this position..he was practically begging for your mouth.

You knelt in front of him, your hands on the front of his thighs. “Take your shirt off.” you ordered, not even looking up at him as you began kissing below his belly button on his happy trail, inching lower and lower with each wet kiss. Only once he was good and naked did you let your tongue slide over the side of his cock from base to tip, repeating it slowly on the other side, then underneath. The weight of him on your tongue, in your mouth..was so good, the way he twitched with each motion you made, restrained groans and sighs attempting to come out, only making you more wet by the second.

Finally, you took him in, allowing the saliva to accumulate to form a warm wet suction around him as you sunk down. The guttural groan he released made you smirk around him.

“Fuck, I love the sounds that you make.” you told him as you pulled off him for a moment before repeating the motion, this time taking him farther in and sucking a little harder as you pulled back up, twisting slightly around his cock and allowing your tongue to flick against the underside as you moved.

“Y/N.” he groaned, his hand gripping your hair tighter. “Stop. You’re gonna make me come too fast.”

Fuck, he sounded so goddamn hot. There was not a chance you were going to listen, bobbing up and down a few more times, making sure to do exactly what you knew got that reaction out of him before he was pulling your head back forcefully, pulling you up and aiming your face up at his stern one.

“What did I say?”

“You said to stop.” you told him keeping eye contact, not an ounce of timidness present.

“Why didn’t you?” He leant forward slightly, coming closer to you.

“Because I didn’t want to.”

“That’s not a very good answer.” He gave you a disapproving look though you didn’t believe it for a second.

You just bit your lip, smirking up at him.

“Get in the shower.” He released your hair with a touch of roughness before he helped you up, directing you to the shower door with a hand on your ass.

You did as he asked, wetting your body, as he fumbled around opening cabinets, you assumed in search of a condom.

“Now, are we being bratty? Or are we being good today?” he asked you when he returned, stepping inside the shower to join you.

Mmm, the eternal question. There really was no wrong answer.

“I like sucking your dick and I like making you come in my mouth. Does that make me good or bad?” you challenged with a smirk, stepping closer to him in the shower so that your breasts were pressed up against his chest and his cock was against your lower tummy.

He swallowed thickly. Then he was sliding his arms around your sides, down to cup your ass, pulling you harder against him. “I want to fuck you. And I can’t do that if you’re being greedy and taking only what you want.”

“You want to be inside me? Fill me up with your cock?” you taunted him, letting your voice become a little lower. Then, leaning closer, you whispered “Take whatever you want.”

With a low moan, he sunk his fingertips into the roundness of your ass, his nails digging in slightly, lips coming to the side of your neck to leave kisses, only for them to be immediately washed away by the water. 

“God, I want you so bad.” he muttered against your skin, the words sounding like curses, just loud enough for you to hear above the sounds of the shower. “Fucking missed you.” He kissed again before adding “We all did.”

You smirked at the correction, pulling back to see his face as you let your fingers slide through his wet locks. “Oh, really?”

“Mhm.” he hummed, looking you up and down as he slid his bottom lip through his teeth.

“Good to know I left a lasting impression.” You smirked at him, allowing your eyes to take him in similarly. He was so fucking handsome just standing there, pressed up against you, water dripping from his hair, down over his collar bones and strong shoulders. 

He chuckled as his hands adjusted their grip on you, moving you slightly so he was able to maneuver his length between your legs and slip his tip teasingly over your wetness, eyes cast down to watch his own motions. “You don’t have to worry about that. I don’t think I went a day without thinking about you.”

You were finding it difficult to focus on his words with the way the head of his dick was now rubbing way too lightly through your wet folds and making you ache for him.

“Jack..” you breathed in close to his ear, already begging, your cheeks warming at how easy it was for him to turn you to putty in his hands.

“Yes, baby?” he asked so sweetly, his cock suddenly pushing up against your sensitive bud harder, brushing side to side, causing tiny shocks of pleasure to run through you.

“I need you so bad.”

“Ah, my needy girl.” he admired and your heart skipped a little at the affectionate possessiveness of it.

You nodded into his neck, your leg lifting without much thought, toes perching onto the thin ledge at the side of the shower.

“I would drag this out more. But just this once..” he trailed off as he slowly pushed into you, one hand gripping firmly at your thigh to help lock you into place.

Together, you let out matching groans at the feeling of him stretching you open in the best way possible, your walls so tight around him despite how wet and ready you were for him. Yes, fuck. Finally.

You found his lips, simultaneously grabbing him tight around the hips to pull him closer, letting his cock bottom out inside you. It was a lot, maybe a touch too much, but fuck, did it feel amazing to have his perfect dick filling up every inch of you, any pain from him being too deep just adding to the sensation.

He let out a moan in your mouth before pulling back to look into your eyes. For a moment, he almost appeared concerned, his eyes big, brows slightly creased together, but that was quickly dashed, once he saw the lustful look in your eyes telling him he didn’t need to be too delicate.

“Shit..” he said shakily, letting the word draw out a bit, his gaze dropping down between you two to watch as he slowly withdrew before pushing again into the tight warmth between your legs. “Y/N you feel fucking amazing.” He clung onto you, using the hand not holding onto your thigh to hook over your shoulder, hand on the back of your neck, directing your foreheads to meet.

“Fuck, J..” you moaned in agreement with him. You knew he’d feel good but, good God. As he slowly began to pick up his pace, the delicious drag of him as he drove in and out making you wince in pleasure, you found yourself thinking that you never want to leave. The "cave", the shower, him.

Despite his broad shoulders blocking the direct path of the water, the steam that had filled the bathroom matched with the heat emanating from him and kept you perfectly warm. You couldn’t stop the moans from spilling out of you against his cheek and along the line of his jaw, against his lips and into his mouth when he’d open them to let out a groan at your tightening around him.

If you’d been thinking about the fact that Cope and Urban could possibly hear you, the thought went away quickly when he turned both of you, pressing your back flat up against the wall of the shower and taking the weight of your leg onto his arm so he could fuck into you harder, a deep grunt coming out each time he bottomed out inside.

“Mmh– Fucking me so good.” you praised, head falling back against the wall, exposing your throat to his hot kisses.

The words ‘oh my god’ probably fell from your mouth countless times, him feeling somehow bigger and harder as you continued. Holding tightly onto him with one hand, you let the other find your clit between your wet bodies to begin rubbing over it, your fingers getting smashed between your pelvises with each thrust. From the pace he was keeping now and his focused face, you could tell he was as close as you were.

“Jack..” you let out in a rushed breath “I’m close.”

“Baby, want you to come on my dick.” he gritted out into your neck.

“I’m gonna come on your dick.” you echoed, the husky quality of his voice working to edge you closer. “You gonna come for me too? Ahh– fuck.” Your eyes flew shut as he hit you just right. “Come for me, please, baby.” you mumbled, once, twice, three times. You could barely focus on what you were saying as he picked up his speed even more, fucking into you so good that you could hardly speak without a moan coming out between each word. 

“Gonna come for you.” He could barely get the words out either, his breathing laboured.

“Yes, please–” you squeaked out, your fingers rubbing so fast at your clit as you dangled on the edge of bliss. “Fuck, Jack.” you cursed as you felt your whole body clench.

“Fuck– fuck!” he swore, feeling you squeezing him and then he was coming, and you were coming, and nothing could’ve stopped the sounds that poured out, holding each other so tightly. It was a damn good thing that their "cave" was pretty big.

“Oh my goood.” you breathed out as you finally started to come down, your voice beginning to tremble along with your limbs.

With a few more curse words being uttered, he was still coming, his pelvis pushed so tightly to you that you felt like he was pressed right up against your cervix.

You tilted your head back against the shower wall, only now becoming aware of the hot water hitting your shoulder and how the tiles felt slightly cool against your arm as you moved it to the wall to stabilize yourself.

“Babe..” he hummed, a desperate wonder in his voice. His eyes were still closed when he lifted his head from your shoulder, chest still heaving. Finally, they fluttered open, letting you take in his fully lust-drunken state. Being responsible for him looking that fucked out was highly satisfying.

He quickly released your thigh as you began to move, slipping out of you as you placed your foot back to the ground. Still he kept you pinned to the wall, his lips finding yours in a slow yet intoxicating kiss. His hot tongue traced against yours lazily, much like how his hands were now slowly grazing up your sides, gentle and soft.

“Shit. I fucking love your body.” he told you once he’d disconnected your lips, fingers still caressing at the skin just below your breast.

“I fucking love yours.” you teased back, allowing your hands to drift over the ripples of his form. “I’ll wash yours, if you wash mine?” you suggested, moving the two of you slightly so that you could actually make use of the water, wetting the rest of your body to get rid of the grime left from your travels.

“I guess I can do that.” He gave you a cute smile before looking down to remove the condom, tying it tight and stepping out onto the mat momentarily to drop it in the bin.

Meanwhile, you soaped up your hands so you could begin to lather him once he was back inside, fully enjoying running your hands over every inch of his sculpted body.

-

Jack had left the room before you. After a few minutes of trying to make yourself look presentable, you made your appearance, quietly slipping out of the door and walking towards the kitchen. As soon as you heard Sunni’s voice, you moved a little faster through the archway, a wide smile pulling onto your face as you took him in, lounged sideways in an armchair with his legs thrown over one side.

“There she is.” Urban said brightly upon seeing you, pulling the attention of all the others as you approached. Cope and 2fo were in the kitchen while Jack sat the table in the middle and the others were scattered across the couches.

“Hi!” You were unsure where to go first but thankfully you didn’t have to decide as Sunni, Shloob and Ace Pro all got up to welcome you, coming at the same time to battle for an embrace between the three of them.

Sunni won his place first, pulling you to him and using his strength to lift and twirl you in a hug. “So happy you’re here!” he said as he placed you back down, only for you to be swallowed up by Shloob and Ace Pro at the same time before you could even respond.

Pulling them in close, you let yourself suffocate in their hold, your smile so wide it was practically painful. “God, I missed you guys so much.” you told them with a sigh as you all slowly loosened your grips but kept your arms around each other. “This feels so good.” With another squeeze, you leaned your head onto Shloob’s shoulder, making it clear that their affections were very much a big part of what you’d been missing.

“So good.” he agreed happily as he turned his head and kissed the top of your damp hair.

After a moment, you wriggled out of their grasp to move to the kitchen, approaching 2fo as he was fixing himself a plate. 

“Fooooo.” you whispered with a hint of a smirk on your lips and he gave you a tiny smile as he turned to you, putting down the dish and wiping his hand quickly on a towel on the counter.

His arms immediately wrapped around you as you pressed your face to his shoulder. Warm hands traced comfortingly across your back. 

“Your flight was ok?” Sunni asked, pulling your attention though 2fo didn’t move an inch. 

“It was good, yeah.” you told him from where you were locked in place.

“Had a nice shower too?” Ace Pro asked and you could already hear the smile in his voice before you even lifted your head to look towards the guys, finding him leant against the dining table, a mischievous grin on his lips.

Jack leaned over to smack him lightly on the shoulder, making his smile go wider as all of you chuckled.

“It was such a nice shower.” you exaggerated with a cocky nod.

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jack harlow smut #jack harlow fluff #pg

[dreamties]

dreams - amanda young x gn! reader

a/n- no triggers !!! basically just like. fluff and awkward mutual crushes. also written in like an hour with no edits so um !!!! plz enjoy this completely unplanned piece <33333

mentions of adam !!! word count: 823

amanda wakes in a startled mess, her anxiety sweat pooling at the dips in her skin and staining her shirt and sheets. she feels unbearably hot and claustrophobic.

she knows that unless she's running a fever (which she knows this feeling and it's not the traditional sick- it's a sickness in her head), there is no possible way for her to be warm right now. her apartment is old and she gets a discount on rent from how decrepit most amenities are.

so it's mid-october and her heater is busted- but she still feels hot and sick amidst the frigid air.

she heaves herself off the bed, leaving the sheets sticking to her skin behind. she sorts through a pile of semi-clean clothes. amanda would like to get a kickstart on her day- she knows, at this rate, she won't be able to fall asleep again.

she rinses her hair in the kitchen sink. spends a minute scrubbing at the subtly indented scars on her cheek.

she dresses in a hurry, though she has no place to go, no place urgent at least.

amanda walks six blocks to her favorite cafe, huddled in a jacket that no longer zips up.

no respectable shop should be open this early. or this late. from past experiences she knows it will be open though. the only shop aside from 24-hour markets and the occasional gas station open at this hour, in this neighborhood.

an annoying, zingy bell sounds as she enters and sits down at her favorite booth. the person working, y/n, has never bothered her about ordering something. they always let her watch or idly write on napkins or draw on her skin- anything to keep her from going back to her apartment.

y/n is not behind the counter right now. which is unusual. they usually do- well, amanda's not actually sure what they do. she hasn't been stalking them, after all, just observing. she has yet to figure out all the nitty gritty details of their job.

she recognizes, with a delighted and gentle smile, that they're decorating the interior for autumn. paper leaves strung together. doodles on the chalkboard menu. cutouts of pumpkins placed throughout the display boxes.

they hum to themselves as they work. amanda finds it soothing. she always does. because y/n always seems so endearingly lost in their own bubble- amanda feels something that sounds like envy but feels much softer.

she tracks her eyes with their movements, lulling her into a calm.

amanda does not mean to fall asleep. she is exhausted and the cafe is so warm and light compared to her residence. it's too easy when she does.

she doesn't fight back like she thinks she will. she recognizes she's dozing off too late for her mind to react.

it's the season-appropriate interior. the humming. a distinct beep from someone brewing coffee. increased foot traffic through the entryway. the dimmed yellow-y lights. the scent of perfectly spiced chai.

a clink of a ceramic mug on the tabletop stirs her. she doesn't feel ill this time, as she allows her body time to adjust before moving. before getting out of bed. she absently scratches the side of her neck.

"oh, geez," comes a whisper. "i didn't wake you, did i?"

amanda's eyes widen. she sits up more professionally, keeping her hands clasped in her lap.

"no," she replies. "it's fine."

y/n smiles at her. sparks flicker in amanda's heart- their expression feeling so personal and directional. they're not simply smiling; they are smiling at her. she feels close to melting- better than melting.

"good, good. i hope you like your drink, amanda."

they freeze. readjust their apron and looks at her concerned, embarrassed, too.

"it, um- it is amanda, right?"

she nods her head. the scene unfolding feeling so dreamlike. it's intoxicating.

"i- i see you in here all the time. i got your name from my coworker. that sounds-" they fluster. "his name is adam."

amanda lets herself react as y/n reacts. she chuckles. "yeah. he's- it's complicated."

they laugh. "oh, god, i bet! what isn't complicated with him?"

they're leaning against the headrest on the side of the booth opposite to her. it feels like friends reuniting. it's more than reconnection, whatever she is actually experiencing.

it's magical, though.

"oh, um-" they tap at their nametag, letters drawn with their own expertise. "y/n. i'm y/n. wait- shit, you've already known that."

amanda finds their humble fumbling endearing.

(y/n wants to say- "it's not every day i get to chat with my prettiest customer"- they feel too shy to even think of forming the letters in their mouth)

(amanda wants to tell them they have the sweetest voice she's ever heard. she thinks that might be overbearing and acts against her desires)

"we should- when you come back again, you should say hi to me before it gets busy."

#amanda young x reader #amanda young saw #saw franchise #amanda young x y/n #flufftober #but like... i just write fluff not following any prompts and prolly wont even write more this month lol #slashers x reader #slashers x y/n #slashers x you #amanda young x you #reblogs are appreciated #reblogs are encouraged

[theicarusconstellation]

jegulus microfic day 11 from @jegulus-microfic

prompt: ghost // words: 823 // content warnings: none

James sees the younger Black brother in the house sometimes.

He never tells a soul, and he never makes eye contact, but he sees him.

It started by accident. James had popped into Grimmauld Place to pick up an old book from the family library that Sirius asked for, only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of a slim figure slipping into the kitchen. Intrigued and, he will admit, mildly bewitched, he returned the next night to catch a glimpse of that same boy.

He realized it was Regulus on night three.

The boy looks like a dream, with misty gray eyes and dark velvet curls and skin so pale James can see right through him to the other side of the room. Though that might be due to the undead nature of his spirit.

Regulus Black is supposed to be dead. Not alive, not halfway dead, just dead. All the way dead. He died in 1979. It’s 1982 now. He is supposed to be dead.

No one else sees him either. Only James, and only when Grimmauld Place is dark and silent aside from the creaking of the old floorboards settling in the wind.

Tonight, though, James is going to confront the boy. He is going to find out once and for all if this spectre is a figment of his imagination or if, somewhere between life and death, Regulus Black started wandering.

It could very well be his imagination. His house is lonely now with Sirius and Remus on their own and Harry living with Mary and Lily fifty-percent of the time. It wouldn’t surprise him if one day, James’ subconscious decided to make a ghost.

A ghost of Regulus Black, though…that seems less plausible.

He had planned to walk into Grimmauld Place and demand that Regulus Black show himself. He had. It’s just…James has never been one for confrontation.

So, when he reaches the old house, with its dark walls and beheaded House Elves lining the corridors, James freezes. He stands in the front entryway, and he freezes.

Am I really here to chase a ghost?

The last thing he is expecting is for Regulus Black to come down the stairs right in front of him.

It seems like the other man wasn’t expecting it either, for he goes stiller than a statue, and it could be just James’ eyes playing tricks on him, but he thinks he sees Regulus pale.

“Black?”

“Potter.”

“You’re — but you’re dead.”

The young Black brother, the dead Black brother, laughs at him.

“Don’t pretend you’ve just noticed me. You’ve been unnecessarily puttering around this place for months.”

James swallows a very large lump in his throat and forces himself to look the man in the eyes. It’s the first time he’s ever done so; he’s only caught the reflection of those eyes in mirrors around the house. Staring into them head-on is like trying to withstand a torrential rainstorm, like standing firm in the face of hurricane-force winds.

“You’re dead,” he mumbles again, feeling rather stupid.

“Do I look dead?” Regulus asks. He leans languidly up against the stairway railing. One of his perfectly sculpted eyebrows is raised in critical analysis of the man in front of him.

“Well…you don’t look real,” James whispers without thinking. Regulus’ shoulders shake as he releases a soft, amused scoff.

“Why are you here, Potter? Why have you continuously been here, invading my private residence? Does Sirius know you come here every night to stare at his dead brother?”

Instead of answering, James takes a step closer, and when Regulus doesn’t back away, he moves closer still.

“If you’re still alive, why have you let everyone believe you were dead for the past three years?” James asks, fighting the urge to reach out and touch Regulus, to really feel whether or not he is a hallucination.

Regulus’ lips curl up in a knowing smile.

“Don’t demand information you haven’t earned yet,” he snaps, though there is a distinct lack of malice in his tone. “Come back tomorrow night, and maybe I’ll tell you. If you earn it.”

James’ breath catches in odd excitement he has no explanation for.

“Tomorrow night?” The words are coated in hope.

“Show up. Or don’t. I don’t care. Now get the fuck out of my house, James Potter, or I’ll sic Kreacher on you.” Regulus glares at him so intensely that James knows he’s not joking. James’ entire body itches with restlessness as he backs up and leaves Grimmauld, already wishing that time would speed up and bring him to twenty-four hours from now.

He should tell Sirius. He really, really should.

But.

Shouldn’t he have all the information first? Telling Sirius, “Hey, your dead brother is back,” with no explanation might come off as a sick prank. No, James won’t tell. Not yet, anyway. First, he’ll gather the facts.

Which means meeting Regulus as many times as it takes.

#hm i wonder what james will have to do to earn it #😏😏 #regulus black #marauders #jegulus #starchaser #james potter #ao3 writer #sunseeker #writing #jegulus fic #jegulus microfic #jeggy

[riptideripley]

Chapter Seven of Addicted.

word count:823

Cody finally fucking did it. He beat Roman Reigns for the Undisputed WWE Championship. He was surrounded by love from everyone, Rhea even running to hug him when the cameras went off.

Roman on the other hand felt like his world was crumbling. Watching Seth go out there and attempt to even help Cody broke him, which caused him to hit Seth with the chair. He didn’t want to but god he was pissed and didn’t know how to handle his emotions. Giving Paul a long hug after he walked up the ramp, Roman headed off to his locker room.

“Get out.” Roman told Solo and Jimmy sternly, who had already showed up after the match ended. They could tell someone was completely off and silently left, flinching as the door shut and items were thrown.

Romans world was crashing down right before him and he couldn’t even do anything about it. His title was taken from him and Seth betrayed his promise. Suddenly a knock was on his door, making him slowly walk over and open it.

“Ro..”

“I don’t want to hear it Seth.”

“Ro please-” Seth was cut off as he was shoved and the door was shut in his face, Rhea catching the whole thing. She walked over to Seth and gently caressed his shoulder, the tears breaking from his eyes almost instantly.

He knew he made a promise, he just didn’t know the consequences. He promised Roman he wouldn’t show up, yet he did. And he used the one thing Roman hated against him, the shield.

“Seth..look I heard the whole thing, I promise it’ll be fi-”

“It won’t be fine. I made a promise to him and..I broke it” he confessed through tears, bringing his knees to his chest. He suddenly froze when he heard a loud bang from inside Romans locker room.

Jumping quick to his feet, he ran to the door and banged on it. Rhea followed behind him, attempting to get the door open. Nobody knows what the noise could’ve been and lord they didn’t want to know. Jey heard the commotion and rushed over, banging on the door.

“UCE! OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR” he choked out, getting slightly frustrated and emotional. Finally Damian ran over with some pliers, prying the door open.

Seth’s heart sank, seeing Roman so emotionally distraught on the floor. He was a crying mess, things all over the room as he sat there bawling. After everything he worked for and built.. it was taken from him in a split second. Rhea was the first person to walk over to him, checking his figure for any cuts or bruises.

“Ro..c'mon let’s get you to the room ok?” Rhea spoke softly, reaching to grab his phone. She saw 15 missed calls from none other than Jon Moxley. Rhea didn’t say anything as she stood up, grabbing Roman’s hand to help him stand. Roman stood there quietly as he held onto Rhea, limping his way out of the locker room.

. . . .

“Roman I understand that but please.. You have to talk to him at some point” Rhea told Roman, patching up a small cut on his leg caused by him throwing glass at the wall. “I know Rhea..i..it really hurt me” Roman stammered out through tears starting to form. Rhea shushed him and gently wiped his eyes which made him smile.

He sighed and leaned back against the pillows, feeling himself grow tired. Rhea pressed a soft kiss on Romans forehead, “Get some rest Ro. Call Mox in the morning and please talk to Seth. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Rhea told him as she stood up off the bed, smiling at him one last time before walking out his door.

Reality finally set in for Roman. He was alone. No Seth, no Jey, hell not even Dean. He lost his title and lost himself in the process, but he was happy for Cody deep down. He rolled over and grabbed his phone, deciding to call Dean. He answered almost immediately, just wanting to hear Roman’s voice.

“Hey RoRo you ok man? Look I saw the whole thing and -“

“It’s fine..Dede it’s really fine.” there was a small pause.

“Dean..please just tell me I still have you.”

This broke Dean. Completely shattered his heart. Roman felt so alone in this moment and all he needed was him.

“Yes Ro..you still have me and always will.” he spoke, trying not to break down into tears. Roman smiled to himself hearing these words, he just wanted to hug him.

“Look um.. whenever you’re free, can we go out? Like a date?” Roman asked, relaxing against the covers of the bed.

“Of course Ro, I’ll text you” Dean responded. It was like Roman could hear him smiling.

They continued a small conversation before Roman hung up, turning to his side to switch the light off. It’ll all get better.

#wwe #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #judgement day #wrestling #damien priest #finn balor #jey uso #the bloodline #roman reigns #wwe angst #jon moxley

[shadowofahope]

Gone Once More

Warnings: hurt/no comfort

Pairing: Idol! BTS x friend! (f)reader

Premise: Too many mistakes. Each one a new regret. The only hope for you to not be seen.

Author’s notes: Sorry loves, I promise to try to come back as soon as I can! I'm currently 33wks pregnant, so my mind has been all over the place. I'm also trying to move at the same time. I know, I know, all very poorly timed on my end. I'll work hard on completing my WIPS and getting them up for you! 💜

Word count: 823

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Your body feels heavy as you sluggishly make your way through the throng of people. It had been a long couple of days setting up for this event. Thankfully you and your coworkers had managed to finish with a couple hours to spare. Last-minute final touches had been placed and as the idols and actors began to turn up, you had all been dismissed. 

Walking past the last building, you begin to place your head phones in your ears. Ready for your walk home. However, you hear something that makes your heart stop.

You hear the familiar voices from somewhere in the crowd. Catching a glimpse of a face you had wished to forget.

You back step quickly rounding the corner to hide from the figures headed your way. Holding your breath you close your eyes and beg for them not to see you. Willing yourself to be one with the wall. A sense of relief plummets over your like a cold bucket of water on a hot day as you finally hear their voices pass. 

You barely catch a glimpse of their backs as you hastily push through the thickening crowd.You don’t want to appear panicked for fear that would draw attention to yourself. 

Swiftly you approach the crosswalk, legs trembling more for every second you wait for the light sign to change. The road in the process of being closed down for the event today. You remain steady on your feet, but your body delays briefly as it finally changes and you walk within the other people.

Reaching the other sidewalk, against all the screaming in your head, body shaking, air burning your lungs you stop. First mistake. Second was benign unable to not turn around and stare blatantly at the group you had hidden from. You needed to see them, even if it hurt all over again.

Standing across the street, you cant find it in yourself to keep moving. To finish your escape successfully. The few cars passing by and the strings of people do nothing to obstruct your focus. 

The pain from past memories seeps from the floor up your legs, like an iron chain holding you down. 

Eye contact, the last mistake you made. Pairs of eyes turn to you one by one, survey your figure. The uncertainty etched into their faces, were you really there or were they just hoping to see you again.

The world slows around you, breathe slow and deep. An almost calm settling over you, atleast outwardly calm. Your mind flashing through your anger you thought you had long forgotten when you left those years ago. But somehow in this moment it all felt so fresh, a wound that never healed, easily reopened. 

One of them takes a step in your direction, your name said out loud appearing on their lips, snapping you out of your stasis. Before they can truly believe you're there, you turn to sprint down the path to the parkway. You hear your name called again, this time over the blood pumping in your ears. Without slowing you push yourself forward, calves feeling as though they will spilt in half after being on your feet for so long. But you don’t stop, you don’t falter. Your lungs sting as your breath comes out ragged and sharp.

You know they’ve followed, you can feel them behind you. Dashing through a throng of people casually going for a stroll, you take a dramatic turn towards a small wooden bridge. Hoping the mass of people would create enough confusion. You all but fling yourself down the shallow bank, stumbling to your knees on the rocks and dirt. Without stopping, you roll yourself under the wooden structure. 

Barely a moment passes and you hear the approach of many shoes on the cement path. Your name screamed by many voices. Voices that have haunted you for too long, ones that used to only carry sweet words, but by the end carried the poison that deteriorated your self worth. Like a venomous snake bite, one that wouldn’t kill you but left you crippled, no amout of anti-venom could stop the affects.

The footsteps rush off away from your hiding spot. You stay there, long enough to catch your breathe. Your heart rate finally slowing down again, allowing the blood flow back to your head. Giving you enough strength to sit up, peaking your head out, ears on full alert for any sounds of them reapproaching. Hearing nothing, you slowly crawl away from the shadows. When you finally drag yourself back up you realize you’ve not only ripped the knees of your jeans, but blood soaks your right pant leg. However, you don’t feel the pain, mind still distracted by getting away secretly to your home before anything else can happen.

Limping in the other direction of where they ran, you make your way praying that these ghosts will be gone once more.

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#bts imagines #bts fic #bts fanfics #bts fanfic #bts fan fiction #bts jungkook #bts park jimin #bts kim taehyung #bts namjoon #bts ot7 #bts seokjin #bts jung hoseok #bts suga #bts short fic #hurt but no real comfort

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Star-Crossed Myth Fluffbruary Fanfic April Catch-up (8th Feb Prompt): Shimmering Rain

Title: Shimmering Rain

Fandom: Star-Crossed Myth

Genre: Fluff

Rating: T

Pairing: Huedhaut/MC (MC’s name left blank so you can fill it in with whatever you wish in your head)

Word Count: 823

Written for Prompt: February 8 : shower | blessed | layer for @fluffbruary

February 8th: Shimmering Rain (Huedhaut/MC)

As ___ headed out of the planetarium at the end of the working day, she frowned as it suddenly started absolutely tipping down with rain. It had not been forecast and as it had not only been sunny but very warm for the rest of the day, she had not bought a coat with her. Hiyori had already left, else she might have headed back in and asked whether she had an umbrella she could borrow. Resigning herself to the fact she was going to get soaked, ___ started off in the direction of her apartment, but she did not get far: a figure stepped out from the shadow of the planetarium building.

“I did not take you for a literal Goldfish.”

___ sighed heavily and turned to face Huedhaut, but any comeback she could have even attempted vanished as she realised he was holding her coat out for her. She blinked. “... Why…”

“Do you not think that can wait? Or were you intending on going swimming?”

“Hue, really,” ___ grumbled, but gratefully took her coat from him and put it on.  She took his hand when he offered it, looking at him with puzzlement. “How come you are here?”

Huedhaut looked at the floor with a sigh. “What a charming way to thank your boyfriend for bringing you your coat.”

“I’m sorry, I-” ___ cut off as Huedhaut looked back up, smiling widely. She sighed heavily and nudged his arm. “That wasn’t fair, Hue!”

“It is your own fault for having such an expressful face,” Huedhaut teased. However, he then regarded her with concern in his eyes. “Even though you now have your coat, we should probably still get out of the rain.”

“If you want me to get out of the rain, you’ll have to tell me how come you are not only here but knew I needed my coat.”

“Now who’s the one not playing fair,” Huedhaut muttered, though he was smirking. He then relaxed into a smile, the raindrops making his hair glint even more than usual. “I would not always call it this but sometimes my divine power is a blessing. I saw a future where you did not take your coat with you when it was needed because logic dictated you didn’t need it. Today seemed to fit that bill.”

“And what would you have done if you were wrong?”

“I would have left and you’d have been none the wiser.”

“Oh…” ___ muttered, clearly a little disappointed. She glanced down at her feet, but then sharply returned her gaze to her boyfriend’s face as he chuckled. “HUE!”

Huedhaut smirked. “I cannot believe even you thought that I was being truthful just then. Obviously if you already had your coat I would not have needed to summon it and I would have just greeted you normally. After all-” he cut off as there was a loud rumble of thunder and the rain started coming down harder. “Ah. This is why vague glimpses of the near future are not always that useful. There’s a better way to make sure you do not get soaked.” Raising his other hand he snapped his fingers.

 Arriving back at her apartment in a blink of an eye, ___ smiled softly at him. “You could have done that from the start.”

“Yes, but I know you prefer us to walk together,” he replied in a tone that made it clear he would have actually preferred that himself today at least.

___ took her coat off as well as her jacket as not only had that got quite wet before Huedhaut had called out to her but it was also rather hot in her apartment. There was no need for so many layers right now. She glanced out at the rain that if anything was even harder now, jumping slightly as there was another clap of thunder followed by a very bright flash of lightning. She suddenly found herself enveloped by strong reassuring arms. “... Hue…”

“I did not take you as one to be scared of something as trivial as a thunderstorm after all we have been through.”

“I’m not, it just took me by surprise,” ___ reassured. “You can let go.”

Huedhaut instead pulled her closer, before planting a kiss on her neck. “And what if I said I did not want to do that?”

“Then I would say could we at least face each other? I can hardly kiss you facing away from you.”

The other gripped her tighter at that, the slight reflection in the apartment window making it apparent to ___ that the other was blushing furiously. 

“The things you say sometimes…” He muttered quietly, before finally letting go.

As ___ turned round with the intention of doing what she had wanted, it was her turn to be thrown as the other beat her to it and pulled her sharply back to him, their lips meeting in an intense kiss.

#star crossed myth fanfic #scm fanfic #star crossed myth #scm #scm huedhaut #huedhaut x mc #fluffbruary 2024

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Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin Master List (Top Gun: Maverick)

Lieutenant Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin.

SFW Alphabet HC  Relationship/Personal  (Gender neutral reader.) NSFW Alphabet HC Sex/Relationship. (Gender neutral reader). [Explicit] Reflection “Am I so hard to love/I went to war with myself over you” (Gender Neutral reader) [angsty] Silly skincare hc Hangman has a five step skincare routine. [no warnings]

Movie Night  Late night movies with Bob and Hangman have become something you look forward to. This time the movie doesn't hold your interest. (1,704 words Female/AFAB reader implied military work. Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd/Female Reader/Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin) [Explicit: semi-public sex, vaginal fingering, double penetration, threesome, Bob’s got a filthy mouth, hand kink.] Friday Night Pickup  Girl’s night with work friends gets infinitely more interesting when you catch the attention of one Jake “Hangman” Seresin. (AFAB/Female Civilian reader 2,940 words.) [Explicit:  Vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, reader with body/image insecurity] Liminal Space Of all the places you could have run into Jake “Hangman” Seresin, the laundromat wasn’t even on the list. Even more unusual, he’s claiming that you’re the one that got away after a night of drinking.(AFAB/Female Civilian reader. 2,863 words.) [Explicit  vaginal fingering, dirty talk, hand job.] Lace: What happens behind closed doors, stays between the three of you. (1,335 words Female/AFAB reader.) Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin/Female Reader/Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw. [Explicit: vaginal penetrative sex, cream pie, oral (female receiving), cum play, voyeurism, implied consent, threesome, Jake’s filthy mouth] Night at the Hard Deck  Bob gets a little possessive, and Jake gets more than he bargained for.  Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd/Female Reader/Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin (1,011 words Female/AFAB reader established relationship) [Explicit: vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), partner sharing, public sex.] Kiss and Make Up  After a fight, you and Jake make up. (1521 words Female/AFAB reader: established relationship) [Explicit: oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex] Again  Just a drabble about Jake getting his face wet. (AFAB/Female civilian reader 823 words) [Explicit: vaginal fingering, female ejaculation] Easy Morning drabble about Jake as a parent of a small child (AFAB/female reader 510 words) [General audience. No warnings] Smoke Lingers Shot gunning and Jake. (AFAB/Female reader 468 words) [Explicit: oral sex (male receiving) cigarettes] Silenced Jake won’t keep quiet during movie night. (AFAB/Female reader 669 words) [Warning: Lead up to smut] The Game: Rooster loses a game of pool. He bet Hangman a night with you. ( 5,654 words Female/AFAB reader.) Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw/Female Reader/Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin. [Explicit: unprotected vaginal penetrative sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, cum play, voyeurism, threesome, restraints, breeding kink (if you squint), talk of birth control, sharing of partner, established relationship, anal fingering, anal sex]                                       ||Part One|| Part Two|| Lucky Piece  You’ve known Jake “Hangman” Seresin for years. He gets called up, and asks if you’d come with him. Throwing caution into the wind you join him as he trains for a special mission; all the while figuring out how much you really mean to each other. (Female/AFAB civilian 14,664 words 3 of 4) [Explicit  Top Gun Maverick spoilers, Jake's filthy mouth, vaginal intercourse, mention of reader being in a bad relationship before the events of the story, unsupportive family (Jake’s).]                               Part One ||    Part Two  || Part Three || Safe And Sound Roommates, Coworkers, Lovers. Hangman and Rooster make up so much of your world-- and you’d do anything to keep them safe. (Female/AFAB Reader military affiliation [search and rescue] 1,222 words part 1 of 3]                                    Part One ||

In Vain Jake loses a bet, and Bradley reassures. (678 words Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Jake “Hangman” Seresin) [No warnings] Coffee and Wintergreen  Talking about leave leads to other possibilities. . (719 words Jake “Hangman” Seresin/Javy “Coyote” Machado) [No warnings.] This is Not a Love Song What’s left unsaid speaks volumes (605 words Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw & Jake “Hangman” Seresin/Robert “Bob” Floyd) [angst, unrequited feelings]

The Deconstruction of Hangman  Out of everyone, he hadn’t expected Bob to be the one to see past the mask.  (3,589 words Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd/Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin) [Explicit:  grinding, thigh riding, groping, dirty talk, masturbation, slight angst.]                                           || Part One || Part Two||

Kinktober 2022 Day 11: Orgasm Denial -- Jake “Hangman” Seresin/Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace Kinktober 2022 Day 19: Hate Sex -- Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin/Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace Kinktober 2022 Day 20  Double Penetration --Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw/ Female Reader-AFAB Reader/Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin   Kinktober 2022 Day22: Bondage -- Jake ‘Hangman” Seresin/Female-AFAB reader Kinktober 2022 Day 24: Blindfold -- Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw/Female - AFAB Reader/Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd/Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin Kinktober 2022 Day 26: Uniform -- Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd/Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin/Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw Kinktober 2022 Day 27: Spit Roasting -- Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd/Female-AFAB Reader/Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin [Companion to  Movie Night ] Kinktober 2022 Day 28: Licking -- Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw/Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin (TGM) Kinktober 2022   Day 30: Dirty Talk --Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd/Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin 12 Days of Fluffmas 2022  Day Three: Sleigh Ride -- Jake “Hangman” Seresin/Female-AFAB reader 12 Days of Fluffmas 2022  Day 11 Home for the Holidays Jake ‘Hangman” Seresin/Female-AFAB Reader 3 Sentence AU   Floydsinshaw Superheroes AU  Robert “Bob” Floyd/Jake “Hangman” Seresin/Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw 3 Sentence AU  Arranged Marriage Jake “Hangman” Seresin/F!Reader 3 Sentence AU  Hangster Vampire Jake “Hangman” Seresin/Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw 3 Sentence AU  Hangman/Reader University AU Jake “Hangman” Seresin/F!Reader 3 Sentence AU  Doctor Jake AU Jake “Hangman” Seresin/Reader

Shelly’s 1k Celebration: 3 Sentence AU  Cops and Robbers  Robert “Bob” Floyd/Jake “Hangman” Seresin 300: The Rise of Teddy! 0300 For @thesluttyarchivst and their 300 follower Celebration. Night drive with Jake. (Gender neutral reader. 300 words) [No Warnings] For Top Gun Soulmate Month 2023:  Like Flying Soulmates are connected by a red thread. Bob finds his when he least expects it. (Robert “Bob” Floyd/Jake “Hangman” Seresin 1,596 words) [Warnings: None.]

For the TGM Fic Exchange:  Idle Hands  The promise of not having to eat mess hall chow leads to consensual breaking and entering. Homemade pasta, white wine, and kisses. (1,439 words Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin/Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw) [No warnings] For @topgunhappilyeverafter​ exchange Of Late Nights and Heartbeats  Javy gets a late night phone call, Bob figures things out. (Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado/Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin) [Warning: Car Crash, secret relationship.]   Banner credit: @writercole

#Jake 'Hangman' Seresin #Jake Hangman Seresin #Top Gun: Maverick #fanfiction #drabbles #headcanon #shelly writes #master list #kinktober2022

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Introudction Summary: Circe Archeron

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello everyone here is the little summary for my Azriel and Eris fic. It might be a little over the place in terms of what books this series follows. Also there will be two other original characters that will appear in this. They will have their own books as well. Those other characters will be introduced at different points in time in this fanfic and their books will start at different points.

WORD COUNT: 823 (a little short but that's okay)

Circe Archeron was a beautiful, surprising gift bestowed to her parents. They had been blessed with her and even though her parents took the blessing in stride they sent her away. Circe was an interesting addition to the Archeron family of what was already created with her cousins Nesta, Elain, and Feyre. Circe’s unfortunate arrival came with a twist of fate when the Archeron’s lost their home and had to forgo a move to a smaller cabin in the woods not far off from the wall that separated them─humans─from the Fae.

As the struggles surrounded them Feyre and Circe formed a special bond, one that not even Nesta and Elain could understand. They relied more on each other than Nesta, Elain, and her Uncle. Nesta had always made it clear that she wasn’t welcomed, in a sense that didn’t involve any format of words. And Elain, well she never really spoke to Circe. But it didn’t matter because she always had Feyre by her side, until she didn’t. The cousins were thick as thieves and no one could tear them apart.

When they had moved into the cabin the Archeron girls shared one bed, one room. It was a tight fit but they made it work somehow. For some time Circe had been haunted by hazel and amber eyes, mixed with shadows, bat wings, and fire. When Feyre had been painting on their dresser she had asked if Feyre could paint the images of what she constantly saw in her dreams. If only she had known then just who and how important those mystery people would become to her.

Feyre and Circe risked their lives more and more to gather whatever food they could get their hands on. Then it struck, Circe had been out hunting with Feyre but the two had separated to see if they could find more food. Circe came up empty but Feyre had not. When the beast had come for her cousin she was sure that she’d at least get to see her but that never happened and things only changed for the worse. With the only person who understood her gone she didn’t know what to do anymore.

When they had moved into a new bigger home Circe found herself out in the woods a lot more than she would’ve liked. It became more of a home to her than the actual home. For some reason Circe never forgot where Feyre had gone, and she didn’t understand why she couldn’t forget. It was almost like whatever magic had been used wasn’t strong enough against her. Circe was determined to figure out why she was different from everyone else, why she had felt so different from the time she could walk.

She was determined to figure out not only why her parents had sent her away but what they were hiding from her. Circe knew something was hidden she could feel it everyday of every hour. So when she hadn’t been in the woods she would search whatever legends she could get her hands on. By that period of time Feyre had come home only to leave again. Circe cared to a certain extent but she had been so focused on figuring out what was wrong with her.

However one night she felt a rift when she had been searching through books she had found. Something had happened to Feyre and she could feel it. Why she could sense something like that she didn’t know, but she could feel it. After that night she had hoped to see Feyre come back and visit but she never came. Months had passed and there was no contact with Feyre. Circe now had a strained relationship with Nesta and Elain. No matter what any of them tried to do they just couldn’t talk to each other.

Circe didn’t know how to continue to talk to them, and Nesta had known now that Circe truly relied on Feyre more than she realized. They had relied on each other for so long and Circe didn’t have that support anymore. When Circe wasn’t out in the woods or studying whatever she could find, she was in her room refusing to eat with her cousins or refusing to spend time with them. Her life had taken a turn for the worse and she wasn’t sure it could get any worse but it did.

Her life seemed to change like a whirlpool when her cousin came back into her life. Only she was changed, Feyre had been Made into something Nesta, Elain, and Circe had been told to hate. But that’s not what Circe felt, not when she felt like she had finally figured out why she had been so different. They wanted her to know the truth, or at least what they had been able to find. When she discovered the truth everything made sense to her. But things were only now starting to change.

#azriel #azriel x original character #eris x original character #tamlin #original characters #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #rhysad #nesta archeron #elain archeron #morrigan #amren #helion spell cleaver #cassian #azriel x eris

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Hooked

Summary: Written for AI-less Whumptober 2023 Day 29. Set in a Modern-ish AU. After a storm, Eret spends his time finding the merman who saved him from drowning.

Warning: /

Rating: General

Characters: Eret

Pairing: Minor Eretcup

Words: 823

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: “The easy way or the hard way?”

Whumpee: Eret

Author’s Notes: I originally had a different idea for this one, one that was way more intense and was actually Hiccstrid instead of Eretcup. But this is the fourth year in a row that my (AI-less) Whumptober time did not go as planned because of things entirely out of my control. This month is cursed. :)

So I had to keep that (relatively long) idea for a different day and come up with a shorter idea.

And thus this AU was born!

I honestly only got to write it because I FINALLY got the time to.

Enjoy!

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XOXOX

Today, just like many days, Eret finds himself staring at the sea. Leaning on the edge of his fishing boat, he stares down into the water. He should be paying attention, he should be casting his nets for today's catch, but instead he's wasting his time staring into the abyss.

About a month ago to the day, Eret's boat got caught in a terrible storm. He knew it was coming, but he still went out anyway, figuring he would be back in time. So instead of the catch of the day, he landed himself in trouble. The waves were wild and merciless, throwing his boat around until it capsized and he found himself in the dark depths he’s now staring into.

It was impossible to tread water, he couldn’t even reach the surface. Legs kicking, arms swinging, lungs burning. He found himself in the exact kind of position no one swimming in a large body of water wants to be in. Desperately reaching for the surface and yet not gaining an inch towards air.

Needless to say, Eret thought he was going to die.

Until…

A shape.

It was almost impossible to see in water so dark, but he could vaguely see it moving. He could’ve sworn it was shaped like a man, yet swam as fluid as a fish.

The last thing Eret remembered were the hands that grabbed him and the eyes that they belonged to. They were distinctly human and yet the pupils said something different. They were too large and they were that way to soak up what little light there was.

The next thing Eret remembers is when two paramedics loaded him into an ambulance to be taken to the local hospital. Obviously he made it or he wouldn’t be here today. But it’s the story behind his survival that adds another layer of weirdness.

Eret was found on a beach. There was a lot of junk left on that beach after the storm, Eret didn’t stand out even a little bit, yet he was found with ease.

Because apparently, someone approached a passerby, led her straight to him and that’s how the paramedics were called.

And now, a month later, Eret still searches for him. The one who saved his life, the owner of the hands that pulled him from the depths and those strange eyes.

Minutes pass by as Eret stares down into the dark water, minutes of seeing nothing below. Whatever or whoever he saw that day, they haven’t been seen since.

He sighs and straightens. Eyes closing, he conjures up the mental image he has of his savior. He can’t help it, they’ve been on his mind for the past month now.

According to the descriptions given to him when he asked around , he was a guy. A tall guy, a lean guy. With a head of auburn hair and striking green eyes. All of that and that he wasn’t wearing too much. A jacket, Eret’s, and that’s it. It was as if he'd “stepped right out of the ocean” as he was told. But there is one part that always seemed to stand out to people; how striking those eyes are.

It’s strange. While Eret’s muddled memory doesn’t allow him to remember every second of his rescue, he doesn’t remember seeing any green.

He just remember his pupils, his hands, and that odd fish-like movement.

He’s been left with questions and a lot of them. He tried to find him on land, he wanted to thank him. While he has no idea what he would be doing swimming in the ocean in the middle of a storm, Eret is grateful.

But it didn’t matter who he asked, he couldn’t find a sign of him. Not on the mainland and not online, a place he doesn’t traverse much anyway.

Or maybe he hadn’t tried hard enough, because there was a part of him that kept telling him that he was just not looking in the right place.

So every day following his last search, Eret took to the sea with his boat- it’s a rental until he can afford a new secondhand one- to catch fish to sell and instead he spends his time staring down into the water. Not for fish, but for something more mystical.

A mermaid. Or merman, he supposes.

The thought almost sounds too crazy, but dragons are real, so why not merfolk? Those who come from a sailor lineage like him know they were real once.

Eret walks over to the wheel and grabs it, planning on moving on. For days on end, he’s been posted in the general area he almost drowned in, hoping to get a glimpse of the one who saved him.

He’s not ready to give up. Whether the easy way or the hard way, Eret will find him somehow.

In a weird way, though he’s the fisherman, he’s also the one who’s been hooked.

#ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptober #day 29 #“The easy way or the hard way?” #httyd fics #httyd movies #httyd 2 #how to train your dragon 2 #au #alternate universe #modern au #mermaid au #mercup #mermaid!hiccup #eret son of eret #eretcup #eret whump #my fanfics #hooked

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The Platonic Roommate Chronicles - Part 17 to 20

I'm back after a break from Monday to Friday, so I figured I'd get some work done on my series of Jily Micro Fics for The Platonic Roommate Chronicles!

Read Part 17 to 20 HERE!

Part 17 - Prompt: Groan - 792 Words

Part 18 - Prompt: Flush - 656 Words

Part 19 - Prompt: Anniversary - 823 Words

Part 20 - Prompt: Arrangement / Soar - 1311 Words

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“I think we should have sex.”

He promptly choked on his tea.

“Excuse me?”

“Sex,” she repeated, oh so casually. As if she hadn’t just turned his entire world upside down by voicing his deepest, darkest desires which he needed to remind himself – like a daily affirmation – would never see the light of day. “You and I should have sex.”

Or: Lily Evans and James Potter are very platonic roommates, who definitely aren't in lust or love.

#the platonic roommate chronicles #jple #jily #jilymicrofics #jily fic #jily fanfiction #james potter #lily evans #jily roommate au