#shhhh august

[lightmoon]

these are my current reads at the moment (along with like five more books lmao) and i’m LOVING these books dearly ahhh

#shhhh august #a tale for the time being #the hurting kind

[lamija-v]

Soft Elucien moments 🦊🌸

#yes this is the wip I started in august but shhhh #acotar #elucien #lucien vanserra #elain archeron #lucien fanart #lucien vanserra fanart #elain fanart #elain archeron fanart #elucien fanart #acotar fanart #art #fanart #book fanart #fantasy #lami art

[clusterbuck]

Ooh for the sentence starters:

I’m hindsight, Eddie really should have hid the ring better.

in hindsight, eddie really should have hidden the ring better. but he’d been in a hurry—abuela had dropped by the house one day, unexpected, to give him his abuelo’s ring, and he’d only had fifteen minutes before buck was due home with christopher.

she’d pressed the ring into his hand and folded his fingers over it, then lifted her hand to his cheek. “your abuelo would be proud,” she’d said. “he’s a good man, your buck.”

“yeah,” eddie had agreed. “yeah, he is, but he’s also going to be home soon, so i need to—”

it had seemed relatively safe at the time. buck rarely goes into the hallway cupboard, neither of them do—unless it’s a holiday. like christmas, which is coming up.

now buck’s standing in the hallway, reindeer headband on his head and a ridiculous amount of tinsel wrapped around his neck. he’s holding the ring in one hand, careful, wondrous, and when he looks up at eddie there’s a slight question in his eyes for all of half a second before his face splits into a grin.

eddie figures his own face must make it pretty clear what the ring is for.

buck takes a step towards him, then another, still grinning. he takes a piece of tinsel around his neck and wraps it around eddie’s instead, using it to pull him closer.

“you love me,” buck says, sing-song, teasing, and eddie laughs and kisses the tip of his nose.

“this isn’t news,” eddie says.

“yeah, but you want to marry me,” buck says.

eddie raises his eyebrows. “you know i haven’t actually proposed to you yet.”

buck leans in to kiss him, the taste of the gingerbread they’d baked earlier on his tongue and tinsel itchy under eddie’s jaw, buck’s forearms resting on eddie’s shoulders and the heat of his body tucked in close. eddie gets lost in it, just for a second, just enough that when buck speaks it takes him a moment to remember what’s going on.

“yeah, but you’re gonna,” buck says. “and i’m gonna say yes.”

eddie smiles, swiping the antlers off buck’s head and settling the headband on himself. “yeah?” he asks. “you’re gonna marry me?”

“eddie,” buck says, laughter curling around the word the way it curls around every corner of their house. soft and bright, a sound eddie’s come to associate with home.

buck kisses him again, and eddie lets his hands slide down to buck’s waist, slip under the hem of his t-shirt and rest against the warm skin of his back. his fingertips tap out morse code, idle, a habit he’d picked up in the military, but instead of classified information and redacted coordinates now he taps out the same thing every time. eight letters, over and over. i-l-o-v-e-y-o-u.

“eddie,” buck says again, grinning at him the way he does sometimes, when his whole face crinkles up and eddie can see hints of the wrinkles he’s going to grow into, one day, when they grow old together. “of course i am.”

send me a sentence and i’ll write some more

#yes it’s august yes it’s christmas shhhh #dearestdiaz #ask emma #emma writes #buddie

[h4unted--h0use]

Will The Wise

#heres your reminder that i draw sometimes #i drew this early august but shhhh #stranger things #will byers #will the wise #dnd #byler #cleradin #wiseheart #miwi #art #sketch #traditional doodle #doodle

[super-max-verstappen]

I know Pierre is FUMING right now, his little French model ego must be so threatened lmao.

He’s doing god know what - something that does not involve being shirtless on a boat, while Charles and Esteban are both on full out Hot Boy Yacht Summer bullshit... Posting thirst traps on the gram on the same day as each other??? Them both looking incredible????? Not to mention MICK in that those pictures with Esteban!!!

#he hasn’t posted a yacht pic since June 25… I’m posting this August 11 #also #mick being ALL OVER ESTEBAN LIKE THAT #Pierre probably didn’t love that… let me be delulu shhhh #I don’t mean to pierresteban on main but I fear cannot help it #esteban ocon #Charles leclerc #Pierre Gasly #honestly I see too much here I could write fic about this #pierre being so frustrated and feeling like he’s not winning at Instagram anymore #cause that’s some dumb shit he would worry about #idk man #I have Ideas #it’s a problem

[tothevines]

☀️ 21 days of fic-mas (in August) - day 6 ☀️

i will ruin you - punkfistfights / @punkfistfights

word count: 5,708 ● rating: explicit ● series: dirty mind, dirty mouth (pretty little head) 

The first non-queliot fic of this lil fic rec series! This one features Julia/Marina, and HOO BOY is it fucking hot. it’s pretty much pwp, and mind the tags, folks. wiski is an underrated pairing imo--and I recommend the other fic in this series as well. Tee writes Marina at her most deliciously evil, and it’s no wonder Julia can’t help herself. like said, hot as fuck 🔥 another one from the marked for later list that I can’t believe I haven’t read already!

#21 days of fic-mas (in august) #fic rec #wiski #fanfiction #the magicians #punkfistfights #i know i am four days behind shhhh

[jungle-angel]

The Apples Of The Teacher's Eyes (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob have a little surprise for your students before the start of school vacation

Tagging: @bobfloydsbabe @bradleybeachbabe @sebsxphia Helena my dear, you officially have me desperate to write for Teacher!Bob and Teacher!Reader so any time you want a little short story or anything, don't hesitate to ask (lol).

"Alright my evil little henchmen, let's get down to business!" Bob announced, placing a huge, heavy old book onto his desk.

"To defeat the huns!" sang one of the students.

"Don't even start it Callum," Bob warned him. "I already had to hear it from the choir teacher and I don't need to hear it again."

Callum snickered as the students all moved the desks together while Bob fixed the chalkboard drawing he had made as well as the notes for the new lesson block.

"Alright," Bob announced. "So yesterday we wrapped up our studies on Ancient Rome and now we're starting the Vikings. How many of you guys in Mrs. Floyd's literature class started reading the Norse epics?"

Only a few had raised their hands.

"Ok so just a couple of you," Bob mused. "Well, we're gonna start right at the beginning by getting a lay of the land and the geography of the regions in this particular civilization. Then we're gonna get into key figures, battles, events and all that before we get into any kind of literature, music or mythology."

Bob's students couldn't have been more excited. Both him and you knew how to make these things come alive and jump right off the pages. The scratch of the chalk and the hushed whispers of his students were the best parts of his day, second only to coming home to you.

He knocked at the chalkboard with a free finger, his hand still holding the chalk with smears of stray dust coating his fingertips. "Here we go guys," he said. "Lay of the land.....what can you tell? Alonso?"

"Alot of ocean all around so it must've been a seafaring kind of society," Alonso Garcia answered.

"You would be right," Bob pointed out. "Anybody else? Birdy?"

"I remember from our geography main lesson that there were also rivers, fjords and lakes which made boat travel a staple part of life," Birdy O'Connor answered.

"What else? Elen?"

"I noticed too that there's lots of islands that fly off the peninsulas too," answered Elen O'Neill, the curly redheaded girl in the front row.

"All very excellent points," Bob answered. "Twenty points to Gryffindor."

The students laughed a little before Bob continued on with the lesson.

"Now if we remember too," he continued. "People were more likely to settle in and around the sea rather than further inland....."

"With a damn good reason," you joked, poking your head in the door and scaring the ever living shit out of Bob.

"MRS. FLOYD!!!!!" the students shouted.

"SHHHHH!!!" you shushed sharply, holding your finger to your lips. "Do not.....I repeat.....DO NOT wake the baby."

"Oh my Lord you brought the baby?!" Elen gasped.

All of your students clambered to see the little carseat you carried on your arm, carefully moving aside so you could set it on the desks that had been pushed together. Inside was yours and Bob's newborn son, August Robert, who was so tiny he looked like he was being swallowed up by his blanket.

"Oh my God he's so cute!"

"He looks just like Mr. Floyd."

"Look at those little cheeks!"

"Oh my God, I wanna get married so I can have one!"

Bob blushed and bit his knuckles when he heard that out of Elen and so didn't you.

Auggie started to squirm a little, a wakeful little coo making everybody fall quiet as Bob moved to unbuckle him and pick him up. "Shhhh.....shhhh......you're ok.......you're ok," Bob whispered, bringing Auggie carefully to his chest, blanket and all, the baby's whimpering quieting right down as soon as Bob began to gently pat his back.

You and the students couldn't help but take picture after picture on their phones of Bob with the baby, the besotted look on his face making you melt.

"Alright guys, let's get back into it," Bob announced.

"Aw c'mon!" groaned the students as they sat back down.

You laughed a little before Bob kissed you. "You're supposed to be at home resting Mrs. Floyd," he whispered, still gently rocking Auggie in his arms.

"And miss all of this?" you chuckled. "Hell no."

Bob smiled and kissed you again, loving the thought of you sitting in on the main lesson and the ooing and ahhing from the students as he both taught and rocked Auggie at the same time.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #teacher!bob #teacher!bob x teacher!reader

[cod-sins]

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

.ೃ࿐ Ratings: SFW

.ೃ࿐ Reader: Undisclosed

[A/N: I didn't proofread this so if you see a mistake no you did not.]

[Edit: I can't seem to add a read more option fellow mobile users I am so sorry]

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖

𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 ‣. I see König standing at a whopping 6'10 (because I say so) meaning he's a big guy. He has trouble finding clothes that fit his size (especially pants). He gets alot of his civilian clothes tailored or he just has his Oma [ :')] do it for him. I imagine he wears a size 49 in European shoes (16 for Americans) and he prefers boots and sneakers instead of sandals and loafers. His usual outfits include plain colored tees, a jacket (usually dark colors; black, navy blue, hunter green), sweatpants [show off that dickprint] and combat boots. König doesn't wear his hood out in public, so he settles for black or blue surgical masks. He doesn't want to draw anymore attention to himself so dressing casual is his way to go. He's got big meaty thighs and hard abs with a sharp prominent v-line (mwah) to tie it all together.

‣. König has a cleft lip! It's on the right side of his mouth, he hated it as a child but grew up to realize it was apart of him. He has scars on his forearm from a hostile trying to slash him. They run deep and it was a pretty painful experience for him (he hates talking about it and he tries to wear long sleeved clothes but sometimes the weather ends up winning). He also has a bullet scar on his thigh as well. He keeps his nails short except one or two just in case he needs to pick something or scratch. I imagine his hair to be a soft strawberry blonde color. Something like this, this, and this. Because of the military he keeps it very short but he likes when his s/o styles it around. It looks similar to these styles. Despite what canon says I say his eyes are deep green.

‣. König is a Libra! His birthdate is August 22, 1995! [I know Libra's aren't born in August but for the sake of fanfiction shhhh let's pretend it is!] Making König 27 years old; He's very mature for his age!

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 ‣. König suffered from anxiety/social anxiety since he was 17 and still suffers till this day just not as much. He's able to turn it off in the field but once he's on leave and is around other civilians it comes crawling back. It has stopped him from making friends, hanging out with his fellow soldiers and even dating. He's still a virgin because of this (and because of work and him finding the right person but that's a later issue). However once you get past that shy exterior he's pretty cocky. He's proud of the fact that he is a colonel and he enjoys secretly flexing on his s/o. "Ja, I took down a group of terrorists and saved all the hostages by myself. No big deal (👀)." He's one of those quiet people who talks alot of shit in their head and sends side eyes instead of starting shit.

‣. König is relatively good at hiding his anger, especially since he wears that mask 24/7. He'll quietly brood in the corner--arms crossed giving off an aura that spooks the new recruits. He's very quiet not speaking unless spoken too or if he needs something. König is so sarcastic! He'll roll his eyes (secretly) or mumble smart comments under his breath––mocking whatever superior that pissed him off. If you're close to you him you'll notice when he's happy. He has a slight bounce in step and he walks with his chest puffed up proudly. It's a real cute sight honestly.

𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 ‣. König's favorite colors are earthy tones. He likes dark woodsy green, russet and navy blue. I imagine he loves the ocean and water. Especially creeks! Winter may not be his favorite season but he loves hiking through the snow in his hometown's nature trails. He enjoys hearing the sound of the snow and dead leaves crunch under his footsteps. Speaking of hometown his favorite dishes are things like beef stew or anything meaty and hearty. He really likes homemade jams and jellys. He prefers going to the farmers market and picking up his fruits and vegetables fresh.

‣.This man's house is HUGE. It would look maybe something like this. It's super spacious with a few spare rooms for guests. König showers more than he bathes. He's legs are too long to fit which makes him have to awkwardly scrunch himself up. He isn't around much because of his work so he never took to the time to properly decorate. If you're his s/o he gives you permission to decorate. Make it look really pretty for him please. He lives somewhere a little distant from the city; closer to the country but not too far. He still wants to be close to local shopping markets.

‣.I think König would prefer a fat/chubby partner over a thinner partner. He enjoys grabbing onto their body, holding them closely feeling the warmth radiate from their body. I see him liking a partner who is quiet. Not as quiet as him because he likes when your chatter fills the silence. But someone who's able to relax and enjoy the ambience of their surroundings. Someone who is able to point out the little details in things. He wouldn't mind an outgoing s/o, someone who speaks for him when he doesn't feel verbal that day.

König was once stationed by an ocean for half a year and it was the best moments of his life. It was so calming for him. Every night he could hear the waves gently crashing against each other it always soothed him. It was favorite lullaby (after the one his mom sings).

König always has his hands held behind his back or he holds them in the front. He enjoys grabbing parts of himself it helps keep him stable and grounded. He also fiddles alot. Like he constantly stretches and wiggles his fingers. Or he lightly traces his thighs up and down with his fingers.

One of his favorite genres of music is Electro Swing. His favorite band is Caravan Palace. He loves all their albums.

100% picks people up. If you're his s/o and you're in his way he's grabbing you by the waist and gently moving you over. If you're on the battlefield god knows he's treating you like a football; bro is slugging you over his shoulder if you get injured or he's tackling you down to protect you from grenades.

If he's stutters too much in a sentence he gets really mad. He doesn't find it funny when people mock his accent. Also!! There are certain English words that König just doesn't know. He's fluent in English and can write well but there are times he gets stuck on words he doesn't recognize.

Has a thing for chubby cheeks. Also really likes chubby fingers. If you have fat fingers please give him a massage, he would love it so much. It's such a nice contrast too; his rough calloused hands compared to your soft round ones.

Looves chocolate. Especially dark chocolate, he really enjoys candy bars with nuts and toffee in them. He adores American super-sized candy bars. He also really likes twizzlers and licorice.

He doesn't outwardly smoke but if you offer he won't refuse. He's makes sure not to make it a habit (his grandmother was very upset when she caught him smoking once), he'd rather die by a bullet than slowly kill himself.

I know I said he's 27 but I imagine him to be 35 in canon.

NATURE LOVER! Bro is enamored by the beauty of his home country. He loves observing the wildlife on walks. He has a journal where he keeps different leaves from different places he was stationed at.

Good friends with Horangi. Not like BFFS (they are) but they're drinking buddies. Horangi helps König with his social anxiety and König helps Horangi not fall back into gambling.

König's favorite meat ever is lamb. He fucking loves a tender lamb roast. Gets annoyed as hell when the meat get stuck between his gums but he thinks it's worth it for the delicious food.

Pretty particular about his beers, he doesn't drink anything he's a man of class! He'll go on this super long lecture about how German brewing is so much better than other countries and that non-German beer/alcohol can't compete. Him and Soap got into an argument about this.

He keeps his area as tidy as possible. He isn't a slob but isn't a complete neat freak. If he has a bunch of random items out he'll try and keep them in a organized pile.

Sometimes he leaves his guns out around his house.

Lowkey likes being needed. There are times when his fellow soldiers ask him for help carrying extra stuff or when children or the elderly ask him to reach stuff off the top shelves. Especially likes when his s/o ask him to carry them. He'll start to puff his chest out and walk around with a dumb grin under his mask.

Type of guy to see people down an asle and wait for them to move instead of saying excuse me. [Projecting fr fr]

A real crafty individual, his hood is just a tee-shirt with holes in it. His helmet is literally a bicycle helmet he modded with military gear. König knows how to sew and he can tailor a little. He prefers taking his clothes to a seamstress or tailor because his hands are very big and sewing can a take a long time and he doesn't have that much patience for it.

He LOVED arts and crafts as a child. He would make so much shit to bring him to his mom and grandma. His grandmother still has his things till this day.

His favorite English speaking bands would be The Smiths, Boâ and The Cranberries. He likes to quietly sing to himself it makes him happy. He also enjoys 70-80s music. I also think he likes the sound of nu metal/rock instrumentals.

If he had an s/o he would love to dance with them. He would/could never dance in public but behind closed doors god knows this man would shimmy with his partner. He doesn't care if you can dance well because he can't dance well, he just wants to let loose and have fun with you.

Broke a guy's ribcage once. It was during sparring and König was pretty pissed with the man because he did something cocky and stupid that caused them the life of another soldier. He didn't receive proper punishment because they successfully completed the mission but König decided he should deal his own form of justice. By putting so much pressure on his chest until he heard a satisfying crack sound.

I think he likes apple cider.

He was raised by his mother and grandmother so he has a softer spot towards woman. He enjoys being in their company.

Smells like one of those fireplace candles or something with sandlewood and cinnamon. On the battlefield thought he reeks of blood, sweat and gunpowder.

Absolutely hates when there is dirt under his nails (or anyone else's). He thinks it looks so gross it makes him wanna vomit.

His favorite animal is probably either a bear or fox. He also likes pigs, he thinks the little piglets are so cute.

König is texter not a caller. He'll send his s/o paragraphs of texts instead of small individual ones because he thinks the notifications would be annoying and the last thing he wants to be is annoying (please convince him he's not).

He always plans out conversations in his head. Before going to check-out he's going through a mental rundown of what the total is gonna be, how he's gonna pay and what the cashier is going to say. Being in the military lowkey made this worse. He's always over analyzing conversations because he's afraid of messing up and embarrassing himself.

He likes drama movies and psychological horror. Midsommar is one of his favorite horror movies.

König has stretch marks on his thighs and legs and a little on his stomach. His growth spurt was crazy as a child.

Requests: OPEN

Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

#.jupiter writing #könig x reader #könig headcanons #könig #konig x reader #konig headcanons #könig hcs #könig call of duty #könig cod #writing #könig x y/n #könig fluff #könig modern warfare #könig x you #könig x plus size reader #könig x fat reader #könig x gn!reader #könig x male reader #.König #könig mw2 #könig mwii #konig hcs

[augustsprincess]

August Walker x Reader drabble

Plot: August walker survived the crash and the fall, barely. He spends half a year in hospital receiving treatment and protection. After a lot of surgery and reconstruction he's allowed home, but not without a live-in nurse.

Warnings: Mentions of injury, bandages, medication and most of all S.M.U.T.

Half of his face his bandaged. One of his legs is damn near hanging off. He's had a LOT of surgery to reconstruct and fix things. When he's finally able to leave the hospital he requires a nurse to live with him for the next 4 months.

You draw the short straw, and begin to realise what a stubborn idiot the man is.

Pretending he doesn't need your help, making your job so much harder. Refusing to eat when you cook. Refusing to even move onto his side when you need to check his bandages on his back.

After days of coaxing him into good behaviour you find his sense of humor and he begins to warm to you, ever so slightly. He's a little more accepting of your cooking and treatment.

After a few more days he starts to change. Is he....flirting with you? It must be the medication you're giving him. The little pet names he starts to give you make you blush and you don't think he realises that when he winks, the bandage over his other eye makes it less obvious. But you chuckle either way.

What you don't expect, is to walk into his bedroom to redo his bandages and find him him on his front, grunting and thrusting frustratedly. After letting out a weak yelp you leave the room straight away and decide to give him half an hour. You don't think he even realized, but there's a certain sheen of sweat over his chest and forehead when you return.

Another week passes and the flirting becomes more obvious, though his dosage of medication gets less and less. It was real. You figured he was messing with you and you even let him get away with the couple of ass smacks he gives you.

Yet another week passes and you're in the study, cleaning his desk out of sheer boredom. As he's gotten healthier you had less to do during the day. You hum as you polish the wooden surface, just loud enough to cover the sound of the click of the door handle as August enters the room.

The cloth slips across the wood with ease as you put some elbow grease into it.

Your waist is gripped tight by two bear-like hands and you let out a loud shriek as you're hoisted back against a solid surface.

"Mr. Walker!" You yell in surprise, his purrs in your ear causing butterflies to erupt in your chest. "What are you doing, Sir?" You retort, but he just moans into your ear and before long you realise there's a distinctly solid object thrusting up against your backside.

"Shhhh" He coo's, gently thrusting against you. Using you for his own pleasure. "Please, it's been so fucking long. Just let me..."

"Sir, I could lose my job if they-"

"HUSH!" He interrupts you with a booming voice, pulling you tighter to his chest and dragging his clothed cock against the crevice of your ass. His groans and thrusts become much more erratic, slamming your hands down on the clean desk, caging you between his huge arms. "I need....you...God you feel so...."

"Please, Sir..." You beg. "I don't wanna lose my job, Sir-"

"Hush now baby, please. Daddy needs you to behave for him. He won't tell a soul." He presses gentle and chaste kisses along the side of your neck.

"But, Sir, I-" You protest yet again.

"Enough, babygirl. Enough, enough, enough....Daddy's gonna take care of you, job or not. Just....be a good girl for me."

"O-okay, Sir. I'll be good..." August releases your hands.

"God, good girl. Can daddy take your panties off?" He lifts your skirt and you find yourself agreeing just as he pulls your panties down. You miss the solid wall behind you when August takes a step back, but once he kicks off his pyjama bottoms he returns. "Is my baby girl on the pill?" He asks, pressing a kiss to the very top of your back.

"Yes, Mr. Walker." You whisper, pushing your ass up against his front. He growls before plunging into your walls with no warning. Together you yelp in unison as his fills you to the brim with his cock, and god was he gifted.

"Fuck, baby girl. You're making Daddy-" Thrust. "So" Thrust. "Fucking" Thrust. "Happy."

August pushes your back until your entire torso is flat against the desk, ass pushed up towards him as he starts to fuck you with no relent.

"Sir, be careful! Don't hurt yourself-" You warn as he fucks you harder. You want him to go faster but you're worried about his condition.

"I'm fine, darling girl. Daddy's been a bad boy." He grunts, his cock hitting your cervix and causing a wave of pleasure to build. "Daddy's been better for quite a while now, but he needed to surprise you." His thrusts are harder and harder with each word. "Oh baby! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm gonna- ARGH!" With a roaring yell he shoots his load, painting your walls as he fills you up to the hilt with his still-hard cock. He doesn't stop for almost a minute after, becoming slower and slower as his cock softens. You feel beads of sweat fall from his forehead, hitting your back as he slows to a stop.

Your shared erratic breaths begin to calm as August lays over your back for a few moments, cock still inside you just barely. "Fuck me, baby girl. Where have you been my whole life?" With a harsh slap to your ass he stands up, pulling his pants back up.

You stand up fully but before you can bend to reach for your panties, he's kicked them away from you. "No panties in my house, baby. I want access at all times." You nod your head. You go to leave the room but you realise suddenly you'd never seen the man stand up before. He was tall. Really tall. With an imposing posture even with all of the bandages and stitches littering his face and body. You were a little nervous to approach him, even though you'd just had him slamming you into a desk repeatedly from behind. You clear your throat, thinking of a way to cut the tension.

"We should probably change my bandages." August announces. He knew you were uncomfortable. You nod your head and finally walk towards the door. As you're about to slip past the man he gently grabs a hold of your shoulders with both hands. "Come here..." He very gently commands. His face warms with a smile as you gingerly step towards him.

"Sir?" You whisper, your doe eyes making him melt where he stood. August's left arm snakes its way around your waist, and you're literally swept from your feet as he lifts you to his face. At long last, he presses his lips against yours in a devastatingly searing kiss. It felt as if you'd been waiting months, and you suppose you had. You hoped that he had too. As moments pass, August's kiss becomes more passionate but eventually he breaks away from you. With a lovesick smile on his face he places you back on the ground. Touching your face with his index finger he begins to laugh.

"Can I keep you? Please?". He's almost begging. But who are you to resist such a man? Nodding your head, you agree.

If you knew how demented this man was, how twisted his mind was. You may have been able to escape in time. But it was too late now.

As he purred in your ear, nuzzling your nose with his you smiled in sweet bliss. You were trapped. He had his hooks in you and there was no way in hell he'd ever let you go now. But as long as he loved you, nothing else mattered.

#henry cavill x reader #august walker x reader #august walker #smut #twickster writes #henry cavill

[myseungsunglove]

◠ ◡ ◠᭚ια’sᵕ̈ Masterlist

Updated April 11, 2024

Lots of Seungminnie here. He is my largest collection.

Equal parts Han and Bang Chan, though I’ve probably become a little more comfortable writing Chan so I expect there to be more of him coming. I’ve veered a little bit away from writing Han romantically just because I have a hard time getting into that headspace so there hasn’t been a new Han piece since August. *hides behind Seungmin*

I've dipped my toes in the Lee Know and Hyunjin pools. Shhhh. Let me cook. ;)

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The Master of Flirting - Chan x Reader - all the fluff MoF pt. 1 -August 13,2023-

The Mystery if You - Chan x Reader - fluffy MoF pt. 2 -August 20, 2023-

The Art of Meeting - Chan x Reader - MoF pt. 3 -September 3, 2023-

Broken Promises - Chan x Reader - despite the name, it really is fluffy, I promise. - Sometimes you can make all the promises in the world to yourself, but life has other plans for you. Working closely with Bang Chan turns out to be a challenge in which you never really stood a chance. -September 29, 2023-

The Complication of Connecting - Chan x Reader - MoF Pt. 4 -October 20, 2023-

Say That Again - Chan x Reader - After watching Chan’s episode with the Felix and him playing with the twin girls, your mind is sent reeling by thoughts you’d never really entertained before. You voice those thoughts to Chan and find yourself quite surprised by his response. -December 28, 2023-

Lee Know Drabbles

I Don’t Know How to Feel - Lee Know x Reader - angsty Drabble -September 16, 2023-

All you had to do was Ask - Lee Know x Reader - Smut, very little plot here -November 3, 2023-

Your Hands, My Necklace - Lee Know x Reader - Smut Prompt Request Drabble -December 2, 2023

Hyunjin Drabbles

An S-Class Connection - Hyunjin x Reader - smut and a teensy ounce of fluff -September 23, 2023-

Ot8! Drabbles

Safe Haven - reader x ot8! -July 1, 2023-

Comfort - reader x ot8! -September 1, 2023-

#stray kids #kim seungmin #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #kim seungmin x reader #skz smut #han jisung #seungmin #han jisung x reader #kim seungmin x y/n #han jisung/reader #han jisung oneshot #Kim seungmin one shot #kim seungmin imagines

[theoutcastedartist]

Regular Demons ✒️

Inspired by PARANOiDDJ's song (featuring Corey Wilder, Krystal LaPorte, August Fiche, & Chi-Chi's incredible vocal talents) on the dark and inky world of our favorite cartoon devil, Bendy!

This drawing was such a fun one! I've had this song on repeat. It is just so catchy!

(Shhhh.... don't tell anybody I abused the airbrush tool for this piece. It'll be our secret~ 🤫🤭)

#bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #batim #batdr #batim fanart #batim fandom #batdr fanart #toon bendy #bendytheinkdemon #bendy the little devil darling #bendy the dancing demon #audrey drew #batdr audrey #batdr fandom #batim henry #batim bendy #joey drew #henry stein #alice angel #allison angel #allison pendle #boris the wolf #batim boris #sammy lawrence #artist on tumblr #digital art #TheOutcastedArtist's art

[lightmoon]

i have pink hair now wowee

#shhhh august

[anapotatowriter]

You belong with me

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: I was listening to “You belong with me” by Taylor Swift in the bus, and the idea for this story just kinda struck me. It ain’t amazing, but it’s what I whipped up in like, 2 hours?

Summary: Y/N loves Five. Five loves Dolores. Dolores loves herself. :)

Contains: Swearing, some spoilers for books, AU where everyone’s a normal teenager.

ALSO, NO SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 (Though seriously, if you haven’t watched season 3 yet, what are you doing here?)

Requested: Hell nah

“Come on Delores, meet me halfway here!” yelled my neighbor into his phone, loud enough for me to hear in my room on the other side of the street. “It was just a joke!” I heard him defend, the wide-open windows allowing me to hear his side of the conversation. I sighed at his upset expression before turning back to my homework, the blaring questions on chemistry burning my eye sockets. I pinched the bridge of my nose between my fingers, exhausted by the school week already. It was only Tuesday! The cool autumn air carried Five’s voice through my own window, the chill leaving goosebumps in their wake. I looked back up from my homework to see him listening to Dolores intently, his eyebrows creased in exhaustion. I stared at him longingly, the stress making my own heart sink. Of course, everyone knew who Delores was. She was basically the queen of our school, the whole short skirts, high heels, and cheerleader persona. Five was more surprised that everyone else at school when Dolores asked him, the broody nerd, out for coffee. I remembered that first sting in my heart like it was yesterday.

“Come one Y/N, we have to study!” exclaimed Five, pouring over a math textbook as thick as his face. “I want a nap!” I snapped back, slamming my fist against the table. “Shhhh!” I heard the librarian whisper yell for the fifth time, making me roll my eyes. “If I work for 30 minutes, you let me take a nap. Deal?” I asked the boy. “Deal,” he nodded, before beginning to explain fractals and Newton’s theory to me again from the top as I pretended to listen to his rant. That’s when a distinct sound of stilettos colliding with wooden flooring echoed through the rather large library. “You’re… Five, aren’t you?” an airy voice echoed from behind me, making Five look up from his book and my turn around. There she stood in all her glory, short brown hair framing her sharp jawline and nose, pink clips holding her bangs in place. “I am… why do you ask?” asked Five, trying to appear unaffected, though his confusion was revealed through his indifferent mask. “Just thought… maybe we could go get coffee sometime? I’ve always wanted to try a nerdy boy,” she giggled, twirling a pink string between her fingers. “Uh… yeah, uh, sure! 7 p.m. tonight?” stammered Five, making Dolores giggle and nod before walking away, hips swaying. “... am I dreaming? Or was that my crush just asking me out?” asked Five in a daze as soon as she was out of earshot. I felt a pang in my heart, watching the boy I loved get asked out by another girl. “Sure was,” I muttered under my breath before picking my bag up and getting up to leave. Five didn’t stop me, too involved in his daydream to notice me leave. I left hurriedly, chest aching as my heart sank.

“Y/N?” I heard a voice ask, making me look up from a copy of Wonder that I had probably borrowed from a friend and forgotten to return. “Oh Five. Hey,” I said awkwardly, regretting my choice of clothes, mostly made up of neutral colors. “Hey, isn’t that my book?” he asked. I looked down at the book to turn to the first page where his name was written in black ink. “Oh, yeah. Do you want it back?” I offered, holding the book out to him in a limp grip. “No, it’s fine. I’ve read the book enough times anyway. What do you think of it?” he asked, sitting down next to me on one of the park benches. “Honestly, Miranda is my favorite character. She always feels like a fish out of water, even though Via and August love her so much. She wants that life for herself, not realizing her own worth. It gives me hope that one day I’ll also get to realize the good in me,” I stated, caressing the book while avoiding eye contact with Five. “I think I like Via the most. She seems perfect, with an amazing boyfriend and family, but she has so much missed in her life because of her best friend,” replied Five, looking up at me through his eyelashes, green eyes twinkling with mirth. “Uh huh… does this best friend happen to be the most brilliant person ever?” I replied mockingly, posing outrageously before bursting into laughter, Five quickly joining in the chorus of chuckles. A strand of hair fell onto my face, which Five quickly pushed behind my ear, the light brush of his fingers against my skin making my heart speed up. He relaxed, slouching slightly against the bench while animatedly talking about his science project. “Why doesn’t he see that it’s so easy with me,” I thought to myself as he smiled at me, answering the question I asked about his project.

“Oh, Five! Why are you hanging out with this… loser? Don’t keep me waiting,” I sugary sweet voice called, a car revving to a stop in front of the park bench, making me cringe “Coming love,” replied Five, his face falling. “Five, are you sure you’re fine?” I asked, grasping hold of his hand as he moved toward the highlighter pink car. “I’m fine,” he muttered, trying to convince me with a half-hearted grin. “I know you better than that, Five. What are you even doing with a girl like that?” I asked, making him shake his head and walk away, climbing into the pink car. His dark hair and jeans collided with the princessy attitude of the car. He seemed out of place as the car drove away, and a last glance was thrown my way. I sighed, standing up and abandoning the park bench, the book lying alone on the bench.

I heard a knock on my bedroom window, startling me awake off the bed. I glanced at the clock next to my bed from my position on the ground to read 01:28. Who was knocking at my window at this hour? I swished the curtains of my window open to see Five standing on the ground, his face a few inches below the ledge. “Five? Come on up,” I stated, making the boy clamber onto the ledge into my room, immediately beginning to face the length of my carpeted floors. “Five? What’s wrong?” I asked as I sat on the bed, making him turn towards me, a glossy look in his eyes that only meant one thing.

“Oh no! Sweetheart, what happened?” I asked, making him sit next to me and pull me into a desperate hug. He rested his head on my shoulder, the material of my shirt quickly soaking from the salty tears. “What is it darling?” I asked softly, moving him so he could lay down, his head placed in my lap. “It was a fucking joke. A bet,” he said through sniffles, immediately making my back stiffen. “Do you want me to beat her up? I’m sure one good punch would get rid of all that plastic surgery she’s gone through,” I said seriously, hoping to make the boy smile. The boy chuckled through tears, making me smile as I carded my fingers through his hair, his eyes slowly relaxing. “If you hear a voice, in the middle of the night, saying it’ll be alright, it will be me,” I hummed, making the boy nuzzle his face into my thigh. I continued singing the song, one of Five’s childhood favorites, filled with memories of sugary ice lollies, buttery popcorn, grazed knees, and fireflies. Soon, quiet snores filled the room, just as the song came to a close. I placed a gentle kiss on the boy’s forehead before switching off the lights, shrouding the room ins darkness. I eased myself away from Five, picking up my pillows and moving them to the ground, leaving Five to rest on the bed.

“Y/N, wait up!” I heard a voice yell, making me pause in my tracks to wait for Five to catch up. He joined me and I started ranting about my math professor, who insisted that he would not share any of the presentations he showed in class. “I mean, what’s his problem if we have an additional source? I need everything I can get to prepare for exams!” I complained, the boy nodding along to my complaining. The bell rang, symbolling the end of the school day. “Hey Five,” cut a shrill voice, immediately stopping both of us in our tracks. Dolores stalked towards us, her heels making a thudding sound against the linoleum floors. “I wanted to talk to you… privately?” she sneered in my direction before looking at Five sweetly. “Five, don’t do it,” I disagreed vehemently, pulling at the end of his sleeves to walk away from Dolores. “Go on ahead, Y/N. I’ll see you,” stated Five, gently unclasping my fingers from his shirt before walking away with Dolores. “AGH,” I yelled, kicking one of the lockers beside me, the empty corridor echoing my yell. I walked out of the building angrily, my heart clenched and my shoulders tensed. I slammed my bag into the wall as soon as I walked into my room. Pressing my face into the pillow as angry tears pricked my eyes. “AGHHHHH,” I yelled into the pillow, my voice muffled by the layers of cloth and stuffing. “Y/N?” A voice questioned some 15 minutes later, making me look up at my room’s door to see Five standing there, a concerned expression on his face. “Are you o-” he started to ask before I interrupted him. “No. Five Hargreeves, you will now listen to me. DO NOT go back to Dolores, of all people! I know she’s pretty, smart, and has the perfect looks and the perfect grades, but can’t you see what she is doing to you? Oh, I remember you, driving to my house in the middle of the night, I’m the one who makes you laugh when you know you’re about to cry! I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams… I know where you belong, I know it’s with me!” I said without a pause, before stopping to see Five frozen in place, his lips slightly parted in shock. I breathed deeply before taking a hold of Five’s hands. “Can't you see that I’m the one who understands you? I’ve been here all along, so why can’t you see? That you belong with me?” I stopped myself from saying anything more, biting my lip and waiting expectantly for his response, grasping his hands tightly. “I went to tell Dolores that I don’t love her. That there’s someone else I know, who’s been here my whole life, and who I hope will be there the rest of my life,” said Five, gazing softly into my eyes, his pupils dilated to reveal just a thin sliver of forest green. “It’s you. Y/N, it’s always been you,” proclaimed Five, leaning forward just the tiniest bit. His lips pressed to my forehead, sealing his words into reality. 

#Five x reader #Five hargreeves x reader #tua x reader #dolores x reader #AU #Tua

[daily-mc-block]

any kind of cake with candle for August 9th next year?

shhhh it's a suprise

(psst... cake with brown candle is coming august 9th...)

#not a block

[alwaysmoncheri]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒

pairings ❧ steve harrington x reader

summary ❧ nancy, jonathan, and (y/n) begin their search for a mysterious creature that has been lurking in the shadows of their small town

warnings ❧ female!reader, shit writing, will’s funeral, mentions of guns, mentions of trauma/family issues, mentions of blood/dying deer

word count ❧ 2.4k

additional notes ❧ i wrote this back in august ´･ᴗ･`

I stand next to Nancy, my brother and his friends in front of us as we watch Will's funeral service. A solemn atmosphere surrounds us as we stand around the casket that holds Will's body.

"Just wait 'till we tell Will that Jennifer Hayes was crying at his funeral," Dustin snickers to his friends, pointing at the crying girl.

"Shut up, Dustin," I whisper kicking his foot lightly before turning my attention back to the man speaking.

"Ow!" Dustin whines, bringing his leg up to rub it, stumbling in the process.

"Shhhh." Mrs. Wheeler leans down to shush my brother.

I drop my white rose into the ground where Will's casket lies and embrace Jonathan to offer my support.

"Hey," I give the boy a gentle smile after pulling away from our hug.

"Hi, thanks for coming." He says softly before shoving his hands in his suit pockets.

"Of course." I say as I move over to Joyce and gently rub her shoulder lovingly, noticing she wouldn't appreciate a hug at the moment.

"Hey, Joyce." I say, "I'm always here if you need anything, okay?" She only offers a small nod in return.

Nancy slowly approaches Jonathan and I and we silently walk together, sitting by a near fence where headstones sit within.

|☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆|

This is where we know for sure it's been, right?" Jonathan says, showing Nancy and I a map of Hawkins.

"So that's..." I say pointing at the x on the paper in front of us.

"Steve's house." Jonathan confirms with a nod, "And that's the woods where they found Will's bike and... that's my house." Jonathan continues, pointing at the paper.

"It's all so close." Nancy comments and I shift nervously on the ground, looking towards the woods surrounding us.

"Yeah. Exactly." Jonathan says.

"I mean, that's gotta be all within a mile or something." I say, glancing back at the two.

"Whatever this thing is, it's not traveling far." Jonathan finishes with a determined expression as he glances at Nancy and I.

"You want to go out there." Nancy concludes looking back at Jonathan.

"We might not find anything." Jonathan replies with a sigh.

"We found something." I say gesturing between Nancy and I and Jonathan nods.

"And if we do see it..." Nancy adds, "Then what?”

"We kill it."

|☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆|

Jonathan leads Nancy and I over to a car, opens the passenger side door and starts picking the lock of the glove box.

"What are you doing?" I ask confused, crossing my arms nervously.

"Just give me a second..." Jonathan says as Nancy and I look around uncomfortably.

Jonathan successfully picks the lock, pulling out a gun, checking at the components and stuffing the extra bullets into his pockets.

"Are you serious?" Nancy asks, looking around again to make sure nobody can see us.

"What? You want to find this thing and take another picture?" Jonathan asks sarcastically, "Yell at it?" He gets out of the car, shutting the door behind him.

"This is a terrible idea." Nancy says, tugging her jacket tighter.

"Yeah, well, it's the best we've got." Jonathan replies shoving the gun in his jacket pocket and Nancy rolls her eyes, "What? You can tell someone, but they're not gonna believe you." He adds.

"You know that."

"Your mom would." I pipe up, trying to break the tension between the two.

"She's been through enough, (Y/n)." Jonathan says sadly.

"She deserves to know." I continue and Nancy glances at me, nodding her head in agreement.

"Yeah, and I'll tell her..." Jonathan says determinedly.

"When this thing is dead.”

|☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆|

Standing alongside Jonathan in the woods, gun in hand, I aim at the cans in front of me. With a click and a loud shot, I hit three cans dead center. I turn to Jonathan a smug look on my face, and he chuckles before checking his watch for the fifth time.

"Calm down, lover boy." I say, crossing my arms, "She's on her way." Jonathan shakes his head with a chuckle and takes the gun from me, walking up to where I just stood.

Taking aim at the cans, Jonathan fires off multiple shots, only to miss each one. He lowers the gun with a sigh, frustrated with his failure.

"You're supposed to hit the cans, right?" Nancy says, walking over to Jonathan and I with a baseball bat in hand.

"No, actually, you see the spaces in between the cans?" Jonathan says sarcastically, "I'm aiming for those."

"Ah," Nancy replies, setting down her bag and bat.

"You ever shot a gun before?" Jonathan asks.

Nancy scoffs.

"Have you met my parents?" Nancy asks jokingly and Jonathan laughs.

"Yeah, I haven't shot one since I was ten. My dad took me hunting on my birthday." Jonathan explains, "He made me kill a rabbit."

"A rabbit?" I ask softly, kicking the dirt beneath my feet.

"Yeah. I guess he thought it would make me more of a man or something." Jonathan says, "I cried for a week."

"Jesus." Nancy whispers, shoving her hands in the pockets of her jacket.

"What? I'm a fan of Thumper." Jonathan says, shrugging and I chuckle lightly.

"I meant your father." Nancy says, looking at Jonathan sadly.

"Yeah..." Jonathan replies, "I guess he and my mother loved each other at some point, but..." He cocks the gun, "I wasn't around for that part."

"Welcome to the club." I sigh, glancing at the ground.

Nancy gestures towards the gun in Jonathan's hand, eager to take her turn shooting at the cans.

"Um, yeah" Jonathan says and gently hands her the gun, "Just, uh, point and shoot. (Y/n) caught on pretty quickly."

"You could say I'm a natural," I comment with a light smile.

"Of course," Nancy returns my smile and adjusts her grip on the gun, "I don't think my parents ever loved each other." She adds returning to Jonathan's previous point.

"They must've married for some reason." Jonathan says, looking at the girl with all too familiar eyes.

There's something there.

"My mom was young. My dad was older," Nancy begins, aiming the gun, "But he had a cushy job, money, came from a good family. So they bought a nice house at the end of the cul-de-sac and started their nuclear family." She finishes, gripping the gun tightly.

"Screw that." I say crossing the arms.

"Yeah, screw that." Nancy agrees before releasing the trigger, hitting the can dead on.

|☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆|

Nancy, Jonathan, and I walk through the forest, each of us carrying our weapon of choice. Jonathan grasps the baseball bat that Nancy had brought, while Nancy held the gun. And I carried a crowbar I found in the top shelf in my garage.

"You never said what I was saying." Nancy says quietly as we're walking.

"What?" Jonathan exhales.

"Yesterday." Nancy replies casually, "You said we were saying something and that's why you took our pictures."

"Oh uh, I don't know," Jonathan mutters to the ground before Nancy turns to glance at the boy, urging him to go on.

"I guess, I saw this girl, you know, trying to be someone else," Jonathan says to Nancy sincerely, "But for that moment, it was like you were alone, or you thought you were. And you know, you could just be yourself." He finishes glancing at Nancy for her reaction.

"That is such bullshit." She replies.

"What?" Jonathan says, stopping, Nancy walks ahead before turning back around to face us.

"I am not trying to be someone else." She says taking a couple steps towards Jonathan and I, "Just because I'm dating Steve and you don't like him—"

"You know what? Forget it." Jonathan comments, walking ahead, "I just thought it was a good picture." He adds.

"He's actually a good guy." Nancy says, trying to defend herself. She didn't need to but she did anyway.

"Okay," Jonathan stammers.

"Yesterday with the camera... He's not like that, at all." Nancy says walking inline with Jonathan now, "He was just being protective." She shrugs.

"Yeah, I've been friends with him all my life. He's always been a good guy." I say and Nancy gestures in me direction sending a pointed look a Jonathan almost to say 'see', "He just gets in with the wrong people sometimes." I mumble, kicking the leaves beneath my feet again.

"Yeah, that's one way to put it," Jonathan sasses.

"Oh, and I guess what you did was okay?" Nancy retorts.

"No, I never said that." Jonathan says quickly.

"He had every right to be pissed—" Nancy starts, frustrated. I stay back letting them work out their differences. Even if I did have opinions.

"Okay, alright," Jonathan cuts her off frantically, "Does that mean I have to like him?" He asks turning to look at her again.

"No." She replies.

"Listen, don't take it so personally, okay?" Jonathan says angrily, "I don't like most people. He's in the vast majority." He shrugs before walking ahead again.

"You know, I was actually starting to think that you were okay." Nancy says stopping in place.

"Yeah?" Jonathan says back.

"Yeah." Nancy confirms, "Yeah, I was thinking, "Jonathan Byers" maybe he's not the pretentious creep everyone says he is."

"Guys..." I whisper, being ignored, I shove my hands in my pockets and let the argument play out.

"Well, I was just starting to think you were okay." Jonathan replies walking back towards Nancy again, who's mouth turns into an "o" shape, egging the boy on, "I was thinking, "Nancy Wheeler" she's not just another suburban girl who thinks she's rebelling by doing exactly what every other suburban girl does. Until that phase passes and they marry some boring one-time jock, who now works sales, and they live out a perfectly boring little life at the end of a cul-de-sac. Exactly like their parents, who they thought were so depressing, but now, hey, they get it." Jonathan breaths out before scoffing and walking away for the last time.

I cast one last sympathetic look towards Nancy before jogging up to Jonathan. Together, we walk in silence, Nancy not far behind us.

"What was I saying?" I whisper curiously, "In my picture?"

Jonathan looks up at me in question and I nod confirming I would like to know.

"Uh, you were saying that you wanted nothing more than to be with this guy, but you can't, so you hide away. But it was like, that moment, made you realize that when you're next to him it feels so right." He says truthfully, trudging along beside me.

"Oh..." I felt exposed, Jonathan knew exactly what and who he was talking about. Which made me feel like he saw straight through me, the rough exterior easily cracked with a single picture.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, (Y/n)," Jonathan says sincerely, "I shouldn't have taken that."

"Hey, it's okay. And don't worry," I say glancing back at Nancy, "She'll come around."

|☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆|

As the sun set, casting a dark blanket over the woods, the three of us walk in-line with each other. However, the tension between Jonathan and Nancy is still so thick, you could probably cut it with a knife.

Just as we thought all was quiet, a noise suddenly comes from afar, causing me to flinch lightly. Nancy and I exchange a glance and come to a halt, looking around. Jonathan unaware, continues walking until he notices the two of us are stopped.

"What are you tired?" Jonathan turns, asking sarcastically.

"Shut up." Nancy responds, looking around the forest.

"What?" Jonathan says, confused with our actions.

"I heard something..." Nancy whispers.

We hear a whimpering noise, slow and distant, causing us to head cautiously in it's direction until we discover its source. We find an injured, bloodied dear lying on the ground in front of us. It's labored breathing and pained cries makes my heart sink.

"Oh my god..." I whisper, clasping my hand over my mouth.

Nancy has a distraught look on her face before her kneels down in front of the deer. Jonathan sighs and glances towards my teary eyes, touching my shoulder lightly, before bringing his hand back to his side.

"It's been hit by a car," Nancy says softly. The deer lifts it's head slightly before continuing to whimper, "We can't just leave it." Nancy whispers as she slowly holds up the gun.

"I'll do it." Jonathan says confidently.

A few silent tears run down my cheeks.

"I thought you said—" Nancy starts, hesitant.

"I'm not nine anymore." Jonathan replies as Nancy slowly hands him the gun and stands up next to me, rubbing my back comfortingly.

As Jonathan cocks the gun, ready to end the deer's suffering, Nancy and I cling to each other tightly, not wanting to witness the violence. Just as Jonathan prepares to pull the trigger, the deer is violently dragged away, leaving us to stumble backward as we stare at the empty spot where the deer once lay.

"What was that?" I ask breathlessly, clutching my crowbar tight.

"I don't know..." Nancy replies, just as breathless. She starts walking forward, flashlight in hand, following the trail of blood and Jonathan and I trail close behind her.

The trail of blood suddenly stops in an opening in the woods. The three of us looking around frantically, searching for the thing that snatched the deer.

"Where'd it go?" I ask whipping my flashlight around to shine through the trees.

"I don't know," Jonathan replies, confused, "Do you guys see anymore blood?" He asks, pointing his gun.

"No." Nancy and I reply at the same time.

My eyes suddenly spot a drop of blood trailing onto a nearby tree branch. Curious, I wander off in that direction, and discover a tree with an opening covered in a gooey substance. Kneeling down to get a closer look, I reach out and touch it, only for the substance to stick between my fingers. Stretching as I pull them apart.

"Ew..." I whisper to myself. I then notice the trail of blood leading into the tree.

"Nancy?" I call out and look behind me, where my friends once were, "Jonathan?"

"Shit... Here goes nothing." I say, before slowly crawling into the tree.

After squeezing my way out of the opening, slime covers my skin. With my crowbar firmly in hand, I raise it nervously at the sound of a disturbing noise nearby. Hesitantly moving forward, my eyes land on a horrifying scene, so unexpected that I draw in a sharp breath.

"Holy shit."

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(I missed half of @thegobletofweasleys fantastic jilyweek2023 because I was on holiday, shhhh, no one will notice that this is very late...)

4th August - Meet Cute AU

To Be Beside the Seaside, in which Lily thinks she's hearing things on a Devon beach one hot summer's day.

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