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Elevate Your Pool Ambience with Premium Pool Lights in Dubai

Pool lights can transform your swimming experience, especially when night falls and your outdoor area becomes a serene retreat. If you own a pool in Dubai, adding the right lighting can not only enhance its visual appeal but also improve safety and functionality. From underwater lighting to energy-efficient LED options, pool lights in Dubai are essential for creating a luxurious atmosphere. Whether you are searching for a swimming pool lights supplier in Dubai or looking for swimming pool lights underwater in Dubai, this guide will help you find the right lighting solutions.

The Importance of Pool Lights

Installing pool lights has many benefits beyond aesthetics. They add safety, functionality, and an inviting ambiance to your pool area.

Safety: Proper illumination ensures that swimmers can see clearly even after dark. This is particularly important if you have children or frequently host pool parties, as pool lights prevent accidents and help everyone stay safe.

Enhancing Ambiance: Pool lights add a unique element of beauty to your outdoor space. They highlight the contours of your pool, emphasize landscaping, and create a tranquil atmosphere perfect for relaxation or evening gatherings.

Extended Use: Pool lights make it possible to use your pool long after the sun sets. With well-placed lighting, you can enjoy swimming, lounging, or entertaining by the pool at night without feeling constrained by daylight hours.

Choosing the Best Pool Lights in Dubai

With so many pool lighting options available, it’s essential to choose the right type of lights for your needs. Pool lights in Dubai come in various designs and technologies, including LED, halogen, and fiber optic options.

Pool Lights LED: LED pool lights are an excellent choice for homeowners looking to combine energy efficiency with brightness. LED lights consume far less energy than traditional lighting, reducing your electricity bills while offering a bright and clear glow.

Underwater Pool Lights: If you want to illuminate the depths of your pool, underwater pool lights are a great option. These lights are installed inside the pool, offering a soft glow that enhances the visibility and ambiance of the water.

RGB Color-Changing Lights: Some LED pool lights come with RGB color-changing features, allowing you to customize the lighting to match your mood or occasion. Whether you prefer a vibrant color display for parties or a calming blue for relaxation, these lights can be adjusted to suit any event.

Finding the Right Swimming Pool Lights Supplier in Dubai

Whether you need pool lights LED or underwater lights, finding a reliable swimming pool lights supplier in Dubai is essential. A trusted supplier will provide high-quality products that are durable and suited to Dubai’s climate.

Check Supplier Reputation: When looking for a swimming pool lights supplier in Dubai, it’s important to choose a reputable company with positive customer reviews. Reputable suppliers will offer high-quality lights that are durable, energy-efficient, and safe.

Look for a Range of Products: A good supplier will offer a wide variety of pool lighting options, from LED to underwater and floating lights. This ensures that you can find the perfect solution that meets your design preferences and budget.

Consider Installation Services: Some suppliers offer installation services for swimming pool lights in Dubai. Professional installation ensures that the lights are properly installed, waterproof, and safe for use.

Compare Prices: Pool lighting can be a significant investment, so it’s important to compare prices across different suppliers. While cheaper options might be tempting, investing in high-quality lighting ensures longevity and better performance over time.

Swimming Pool Lights Underwater in Dubai

Underwater pool lights are a popular option for pool owners in Dubai. These lights offer subtle illumination from within the pool, creating a mesmerizing effect that highlights the water’s clarity and enhances nighttime swimming. If you’re considering underwater lighting for your pool, here’s what you need to know:

Durability: Underwater lights are constantly exposed to water and pool chemicals, so it’s crucial to choose lights made from durable materials that can withstand these elements. Stainless steel and high-grade plastic are common materials for waterproof lighting.

Energy Efficiency: LED underwater lights are highly recommended because of their energy efficiency. They last longer than traditional halogen lights and consume less power, making them cost-effective in the long run.

Customizable Options: Many underwater lights offer customizable features such as dimming or color-changing capabilities. This allows you to create the perfect ambiance for your pool area, whether you want a calm, relaxing environment or a vibrant space for entertaining guests.

Pool Lights in the UAE

When searching for swimming pool lights suppliers in the UAE, it’s essential to choose a supplier that understands the unique challenges of lighting in the region. Pool lights in Dubai and other parts of the UAE need to be designed to withstand the intense heat and harsh sunlight. Working with a supplier familiar with local conditions ensures that you’re getting lights that are built to last.

Weather Resistance: In Dubai, pool lights are constantly exposed to high temperatures and UV radiation. Choose lights that are built to withstand these harsh conditions without deteriorating or losing their brightness.

Energy-Efficient Solutions: Due to the year-round use of pools in Dubai, energy-efficient lighting solutions such as LED lights are a popular choice. These lights not only save on electricity costs but also reduce the environmental impact of your pool.

Innovative Designs: Many pool lights suppliers in the UAE offer innovative lighting designs that enhance the overall look of your pool. Whether you prefer modern, sleek lighting or something more decorative, the right supplier will help you find the perfect lighting solution.

Aquasplash Offers the Best Pool Lights

At Aquasplash, we provide high-quality pool lights in Dubai that meet all your needs, from underwater lighting to energy-efficient LED solutions. Our wide range of products ensures that you’ll find the perfect lighting option for your pool, whether you're looking for something functional or decorative. Visit Aquasplash today to explore our collection and enhance your pool’s ambiance with stunning lighting.

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PAC: An Exchange For Your Desire 🦇🔮

Hey y'all, I'm back for another reading on this night of Halloween. Hope you're having a whimsical fun night. This PAC is inspired by recently watching Hocus Pocus 2. It was a pretty fun romp which made some good callbacks to the original.

I won't explain why the title relates to the movie to not spoil it, but I wanted to dive into a darker reading for this season. To acquire what you want, something must be exchanged. For this reading, we'll be exchanging away fears, doubts, and limiting beliefs for what aligns with our ideal life. But what will it be for you?

Pile 1 - Red, Candle 💓🔥 Pile 2 - Green, Cat 💚🐱‍🐉 Pile 3 - Purple, Book 💜📖

Pile 1 - Red, Candle 💓🔥

Temperance, Eight of Pentacles, Three of Pentacles; Tiger; Radiant; "the infinite ocean of ideas we're all allowed to swim in"; 12 - Let it Out! Dare to be Heard. In Your Darkness & Your Light.

Hey there, pile 1. There's something glittery and warm about your reading. Bright, excited, festive. You may be artistic in nature, or you've been feeling an extra bout of creative inspiration lately. You have so many rich avenues to explore, I feel more than one thing may be calling you (like pursuing jewelry making and crocheting) or you are skilled in many areas. You might have one idea that stands out and shines more brightly than the others. Yet while you yearn to reach for it and claim it as yours, a strange force pulls you back. The fog whispers that you have to be even-keeled, fold back, and not reveal too much of yourself. But this idea might be taking you down a path uncharted, where no one can easily hold your hand to guide you with advice. It may be completely against an agreed code or standard. I'm hearing possibly provocative, your work could stir up energies that would rather stay sheltered and dormant. It may feel overwhelming to even think of committing to the concept.

Perhaps you've been given word over the years that it's better to always be modest about your work. It could be that you were taught to always protect your ideas and concepts from outside influence. Maybe even that it's important to listen to others' advice when it came to analyzing your creative vision, that your work should please the masses. These things, in and of themselves, are not necessarily bad. But when it mixes with guilt and imposter syndrome in the same cauldron, things are bound to erupt. The opulent tiger wants to remind you of your inner desire for positive recognition for your original creative ideas. It wants to back in radiance of a vision made clear, a job well done. But the fog mixing in the cool night air distorts your vision, presenting a hundred good ideas while telling you only one will work. Maybe not all of them will work, but out of the infinite pool you have access to, some are bound to be sure winners. It's all a matter of focusing one at a time while knowing that other drafts and concepts will be waiting for you in the wing.

I love this oracle card with the trumpet playing skeletons (doot), it's one of my favorites. It wishes to remind you that you don't have to be afraid to show your work to somebody you trust, as long as you're comfortable in sharing it with them. Something you have created may be eligible to be published somewhere, whether digital or in person. It could be anything from fanfiction to uploading a song online to showing your vase at an art gallery. If you wish for more creative expression and inspiration in your life, you must exchange your fear of letting your projects be seen by others. You must, with eight of pentacles, chip away at the marble by making drafts and scribbling and messing around with your artistic toolbox so that energy that properly flow. Each piece may take time, and that's okay. Needing to rush the process is part of the fear that must be released, as you cannot allow artistic vision to flow on somebody else's schedule. It's the rushing culture that's hurting animation studios nowadays, so I think there is something to slowing down during creation that's needed here. Let your magic shine on its own time.

Pile 2 - Green, Cat 💚🐱‍🐉

Page of Wands, 5 of Swords, VII Chariot; Tapir; Trillion; "Goodnight! also you didn't get enough done today", 58 - Like Ivy, We Grow Best Where There is Room For Us.

Hi, pile 2. Your energy is soft and supportive like a leaf holding a raindrop. Chill, relaxed, here to help others. For the most part, you don't really mind being in your comfort zone, playing to the beat of your own drum while the world around you raves in chaos from the outside. You've been convinced that as long as you play your part and get along, things will work themselves out. In your reading, though, I see a desire for an expansion. There is something in you craving freedom from some kind of restriction. I'm seeing a princess wanting to escape the castle to run into the woods, whether to run from the duties bestowed upon her or from quarrels fuming deep within the palace halls. A princess can be beautiful, kind, erudite, and brave, but it's not until she leaves the crumbling walls behind that the world can really behold those qualities.

You could be looking at the current circumstances and wondering if it's because you haven't applied enough effort or forethought into things that plans haven't worked out or things fell apart, rather than seeing the shaky foundation to start with. Applying a thin coat of paint can't stave off the rotting of wood forever, even if it's made to preserve. In other words, if things aren't working out, try to take a look at your surroundings. Does it support you, does it lift you up? Does it cradle you from harsh influences beyond? Or is it adding to the piling stress and suppressing room for play and adventure? Is it even taking advantage of your good, easygoing nature? Tiny patches aren't going to keep everything held up, and it's only adding to the weight that you desire to release and could lead to burn out. Storytime: I once had to withdraw from my most important class in school and do it over the summer because I knew no amount of shaving off sleep to study was going to make a difference in the grade. The class needed much more nurture and attention than I could give to it at the time. The busy environment just didn't support the studying because of a packed schedule. It ended up being a wise move that worked out, though it didn't seem like it would be that way at first. This is an anecdote but if it resonates with you academically, I would talk to an advisor to decide the best course of action.

The ivy breaking out of the grave shows that you have a free spirit which cannot be tamed down by the obligatory demands of society. There is a strong need to embrace your full authenticity here so to make the changes you want to see around you, and to walk away when your surroundings refuse to change. Like moving away from a noisy apartment because you're staying true to yourself when you say you can't sleep with so much noise. If no amount of communication with the roommates or neighbors will help, moving may be the next best option. You must exchange where you are now for where you want to be next, as you deserve to thrive in a setting that nourishes your mind and soul's unique potential. You must give up the ever-present order to be agreeable to those who disrupt your boundaries and personal peace if you wish to embrace more intellectual and creative freedom, or even just extra sleep at night.

Pile 3 - Purple, Book 💜📖

III Empress, Judgement, XVIII Moon; Hermit Crab; Fire; "i am brand new + teenager me + childhood me + baby me + source"; 61 - Each Morning We May Be Born Anew. What We Do Now is What Matters Most.

How's it going, pile 3? There is a quiet feminine energy to these cards. This pile could be getting in touch with their more magnetic traits, or doing traditionally gentle hobbies to relax. I'm imagining a spa with massage and saunas, where rewinding becomes an activity in itself. I'm seeing a powerful transitional phase here with three major arcana in a row, so it may explain bouts of tiredness and confusion. Being totally switched to On mode would cause firing from every cylinder at this point in time, like a stressed snake biting its tail. Wow, I'm even yawning and tearing up while typing this, so like pile 2 there is a strong emphasis to getting much needed rest. But for you, group 3, I think this rest is really necessary to heal critical parts of you that haven't had the chance to before, things that must be put back in place before you can move forward completely. You're in a phase of deep healing on a physical and emotional level.

When we wash, we shed away old skin, and it's shown here in the cards that this is happening incrementally. As you purge and release old memories and issues of the past, those parts of you will start to feel smaller as you grow and take on greater challenges. The grade school felt big and scary until you were in high school, which by then it felt small and quaint. Much in the way that people dream at night in order to reconfigure the mind, letting go of unwanted information and consolidating important details, this is how your healing process is taking place. It doesn't always feel great in the meantime, but the greater comfort comes from knowing that it's a necessary step. Whoever told you that taking baths was only for cleansing is wrong. It may be why people technically use baths, but taking a shower just to cry and let all the sticky emotions go down the drain is also a valid reason. Whoever told you that you needed to have a good time on your breaks is also wrong. If you're going through an emotional period, every minute spent to give the feelings room to breathe and speak out is worth it. It's like ghost hunting: not everyone understands it until they feel the calm in the air.

This is a delicate phase where you're getting back in touch with yourself again. Exchange away the need to worry about what others may think of your healing process. These things happen in cycles, which don't respond to "now and forever" commands to stop. You get to decide when you're ready to step out of hiding. The only emotion to let go of once and for all is the guilt carried from having so much to feel. It can be infuriating how society makes feeling grief or even moodiness into such a big deal, instead of giving the same compassion that's given to those who are physically unwell. You don't need this kind of guilt, even if it was pushed into your hands by those who can't even utter an apology themselves. Deep emotional restoration is available to you, as you're in a phase where you're transforming and letting baggage fall away to make room for powerful growth. Let the passion rise and fall and exchange the guilt of flying away from the sorrow inflicted upon you. You have a right to heal as you wish.

This reading has not been evaluated by the FDA to diagnose, prevent, treat, or cure any disease or infection. Please ask your physician before going online.

2024, @VitaminseeTarot ™

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the girl next door 28

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

As you come outside, your mom sits on the deck, under the umbrella with a pair of sunglasses over her eyes. You can hardly tell if she’s awake. You hug yourself as you come into the summer light and look around. There’s a bottle of sun lotion on the railing of the deck. 

You cross the wooden planks and grab the bottle. As you pop the cap, your mom mutters. You turn as you squirt some into your hand. You look at her. 

“Do you need some?” You ask. 

“What in the lord’s name are you wearing?” She snarls. 

“Um,” you look down, once more shocked by the sight of your own body. “A swim suit. I... I’ll put a shirt on.” 

“Hey, Hol,” Steve comes out in a pair of lilac coloured trunks, “what do you think? Got the kiddo a swimsuit so she can enjoy the pool.” 

“Oh, you did?” Your mom hums as she leans her face in her hand, “how nice.” 

“Too bad you can’t join us,” Steve approaches and stops between you and your mom’s chair. “Got myself some new shorts.” 

He turns to her as you’re left watching his back. His muscle is thick and you can see it tense with his movement. He’s tall and his shoulders are broad, his arms burly too. Age has only seemed to add to his strong form. 

“Those are nice,” your mom says without much conviction, “I got a suit somewhere but... the water makes me sick. It’s these damn meds.” 

“Yeah, but they keep you going,” Steve nears her and bends to kiss her forehead. “You can be our lifeguard, how about that? Been a while since I’ve been in the deep end.” 

“You’re so...” she pauses and measures her words, “silly.” 

“It’s a nice day,” he booms, “did you try the smoothie? I put some vitamin C in it, too. Should help you feel a bit better. Oh, kiddo,” he claps and turns to face you, “did you want a smoothie? I got fresh raspberries.” 

“Erm, no thanks, I’m good,” you affirm and back away, focusing on spreading the lotion up your arms. 

“Towels are down on the chairs,” he says, “Holly Berry,” he gives your mom a strange nickname, “you sure you don’t wanna move closer?” 

“I needa stay in the shade,” she fans herself and reaches for the bright orange smoothie, “that damn inhaler. I told the doctor take me off it--” 

“Now, he’s just doing his job--” 

“I know. Don’t gotta keep saying so,” she slams the cup down and you glance over as her hand shakes violently. She’s worked up. She sits back as she tries to still herself, only for the tremor to quake through her. 

“Right, well, chill out,” Steve shrugs and backs off, “we’ll go cool off in the water.” 

He turns to face you and nears, “can I get some of that?” 

You offer him the bottle then work at smearing the lotion along your collar bone and around the top of the suit. You bring your hands to your tummy, rubbing the oiliness into your skin as Steve takes the lotion. You notice his eyes linger on you for a moment. 

“Come on, gotta check the temperature,” he waves you down the steps. 

You follow as you continue to work the lotion into your skin. You still need to get your legs and face. You continue across the lawn to the pool and Steve dollops a health heap of lotion into one hand before giving back the bottle. He slaps his hand against his chest and rubs in the sunscreen, his fingertips pressing into his muscles as he works down to his softer tummy. 

You bend to your legs. You would’ve rather a one-piece just so you wouldn’t have to use as much. As you put a light layer on your face, Steve grabs the bottle from where you left it on the lounger.  

“Here, turn around,” he squirts out the lotion into his palm. “I’ll get your back, you get mine.” 

You can’t argue. Besides, you can barely look at him. You’d rather stare at the fence. 

You turn and drop your arms. He puts his hands over your shoulders, jolting you, kneading harder than you expect. You feel his breath fan over the back of your head and he traces his thumbs around your shoulder blade, catching on the tail of the tie behind your neck. For a moment, you think he might pull it free. 

He spreads his hands, dragging them down, working in the lotion around your hips and sides, sending shivers through you. A trickle of sweat rolls down your spine and you draw away. His fingertips trail along your lower back wistfully.  

“Here,” he snatches up the lotion and hands it to you, smiling. You nod and take it. 

He turns his back to you and you gulp. Oof. You don’t know what’s worse. Being touched or touching him. It all seems so... strange even if it’s completely innocent. You’re just helping him. He does have a lot of back. 

You squeeze out the cream and rub it between your hands, hovering them before his back before you make yourself touch him. You swipe your hands up and down and side to side, working around the lotion to full cover his back. He groans and twitches as you come along the back of his ribs. 

“Careful,” he turns his head to speak over his shoulder, “old college injury. Don’t think it ever really healed.” 

“Oh,” you ease up, “sorry.” 

“Nah, you can’t hurt me, sweetie,” he insists and leans into your touch. 

You finish up and retract, trying to absorb what’s left into your palms. The greasy sensation irritates you. He turns as you reach to fix the tie behind your neck, making sure it’s tight as it feels like the suit is slipping. He blinks and his eyes flick up and down. 

“Well, are you gonna dive in?” He asks. 

“Erm, uh, I can just use the ladder,” you say as you tiptoe around him to the edge. You look down into the crystalline water, “it looks cold.” 

“Got the heater going,” he says, “shouldn’t be too bad.” 

He stands beside you and extends his leg to dip a toe into it, “not bad at all.” 

“Mm, maybe in a few minutes,” you cross your arms again, “I’m not a great swimmer.” 

“Well, I can keep an eye on you,” he reaches to tickle along your upper arm, goose dumps rising across your skin. 

“Sure, uh,” you edge away from him and run your fingers along where he touched. His hands are always on you. At least that’s how it seems to you. “Just... gotta build up my nerve.” 

“Mm,” he backs up, “sure, well, there’s the diving board and... I guess you could just sunbathe.” 

“Yeah, mayb--” 

Before you can finish, you’re scooped off your feet. You cry out as Steve lifts you up and launches himself into the pool. He keeps you in his arms as he splashes into the water and you flail wildly. You’re swallowed up as the chlorine floods your mouth and nostrils and you choke beneath the surface. 

You writhe against him, his thick arms around you, and try to free yourself. The knot at the front of your bikini catches your pinkie and you struggle to untangle both your hand and your body at once. You finally come up above the water and gasp as Steve follows, laughing as he keeps his embrace loosely around you. 

“Sometimes you just need the extra push,” he beams, “isn’t it refreshing?” 

You push the water away from your face and cough. As you do, he goes quiet and you spit up behind your hand. You can only taste the chlorinated water as you hack. You look up at him as his hands slowly creep up your sides. His blue eyes are fixated on you but not on your face. 

You look down at your chest, the knot on the front of the suit barely clinging together as you spill out from the fabric. The top merely acts to frame your nudity and you sputter as you try to cover yourself and his hands continue to ascend. You back away from his grasp and turn away. 

“Sweetie, it’s fine, all good,” he assures you. 

“Why would you do that?” You sniffle. 

“It was only some fun. I didn’t know... I’m sorry. I didn’t know the suit didn’t fit right.” 

“It’s not the suit,” you stretch the wet fabric across your tits as best you can, keeping your back to him. “I said... I told you... I wanted to wait.” 

“Ah come on, what good is having a pool if you don’t go in it?” 

“It’s your pool,” you snap, your cheek on fire as the rest of you buzzes. You wade through the water with effort. “I never asked for it.” 

“Now sweetie, don’t be like that.” 

“Please,” you pull yourself up the later, the water slaking off you and threatening to drag down the top once more, “leave me alone.” 

You cross your arms over your chest, hooking your hands over your shoulders, and rush away from the pool. You glance up at your mother as you pass the deck, hooking around to the gate instead. She doesn’t react as her head lolls over the back of the chair and her feet are splayed wide. You should get her inside but you can’t stop. You’re too humiliated. 

You race through the gate, not bothering to close it behind you. You clammer around into your mother’s yard and storm up the steps, crashing through the front door. The tears spring the moment you break the threshold as it sets in. You can’t believe that happened. You can’t believe he saw it. You just... can’t. 

[spoonsand]

RIP RED DEAD CHARACTERS YOU WOULD HAVE LOVED

Dutch- disposable fruity flavoured (mango) vapes, Duolingo

Hosea- rollerblading, old VHS movies, The Sound of Music, ear studs, small hoops, and ear cuffs

Arthur- LED strip lights, therapy, The Joy of Painting

John- Ax body spray, deodorant, those little arm floaties little kids wear in the pool

Mary-Beth- Lego flowers, The Notebook, Pinterest

Tilly- Easter egg hunts, making slime, slumber parties

Karen- Tube/crop tops, jean shorts, weightlifting

Sean- make your own mead kits, TikTok, “kiss me in Irish���, SUNSCREEN

Abigail- AirTags (she would put one on little Jack), Roasting marshmallows, Crime shows/courtroom dramas, Man! I Feel like a woman! By Shania Twain

Uncle- recliner chairs, dog sledding, Wheel of Fortune, Crosswords

Susan- Dark nail polish, cats(I’m 100% sure she’d own either a black cat or a tortishell that would sit on her lap/shoulder), dishwashers

Kieran- Creep by Radiohead, Tv shows about veterinarians, friendship bracelets (with Arthur)

Reverend Swanson- Support groups, The Robert Langdon series (especially Inferno, Angels & Demons), communion wine

Javier- Cards Against Humanity, online sheet music, ear gauges

Molly- Champaign toast anything from bath and bodywork’s, naval AND lip piercing, SUNSCREEN

Bill-sexy firefighter calendars, Grindr, Bumbl, all the dating apps, apples dipped in caramel, jolly ranchers

Charles- IMessage games (mini golf and battleship in particular), those long distance ‘thinking of you bracelets’, 90’s sitcoms

Lenny- The Carpenters, cologne to make him seem grown up, head pats

Trelawney- Harry Houdini, 50-60s movies, smoke bombs, dramatic flares

Strauss- a soul, Nigerian Prince scams, telemarketing

Sadie- gyms, self defence classes, the free Britany movement

Micah- staying in the strawberry jail, toothbrush + paste, good posture

Pearson- small businesses, handmade gifts, trying TikTok recipes

EXTRA

Annabelle- Gwen Stefani, sequins, Fast and the Furious

Jack (young)- The Backyardagains, cocomelon, a little toy train

Jack (epilogue)- Monty Python, skateboarding, swimming

Bessie- Bette Midler look a like contests, growing old, brown eyeliner, SUNSCREEN

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Rec List: Sports Fics!

Hope everyone has been enjoying the Olympics -- I know I have! There have been amazing performances, emotional records, hilarious memes -- it's truly a unique human experience of community and celebration and accomplishment.

Inspired by that theme, here are some more unique human experiences -- eleven of them! Ranging from under 2000 words to over 100,000 words, fics posted a decade ago (holy smokes) to fics posted just this year, pieces that I know so well they live in my bloodstream to ones I've never heard of and can't wait to try, and even including a rare pair, there's lots of variety as usual, so dig in!

Oh Glory by alivingfire (21027, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

This fic follows Harry, a swimmer, and Louis, a gymnast, at the Olympics.

Reccer says: I love the sense of time and place it evokes.

don't have to go to the pool by Kingsoftheimpossible (12245, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Harry is new to the swim team, Louis is the captain.

Reccer says: This is an absolutely sexy , adorable, efficient, serotonin-boosting fic.

Whirlwind by Dolce_piccante (21311, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

AU. Acclaimed actor, Hollywood heartthrob, and Oscar nominee, Harry Styles, seems to have the world at his feet, but seeks out an old friend when he needs a date for his big night

Reccer says: It's dolce, so it's sexy, it's funny and there is pining.

The Sidelines by RedRidingStiles (47078, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Harry and Louis play hockey for Penn state and can't stand one another, since they can't keep their hatred off the ice their coach and team do what they can to keep their hard earned spot in the playoffs and their two star players from killing each other

Reccer says: The enemies to lovers is done really well, and they're both stupid. It's the perfect combination of interesting plot, comedy, and smut.

Baby Just Dive Right In (Follow My Lead) by LiveLaughLoveLarry (1686, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Louis and Harry are partners in synchronized diving. Also in life. They're not intentionally hiding their relationship, but somehow no one seems to pick up on their blatant hints.

Reccer says: It's so funny watching everyone brush off the most unplatonic things as just bros and friends and teammates. Like, I know it's contrived for the sake of the story, but also... it's not that far of a reach!

Get Your Head in the Game by tuxlouis (2007, General, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Harry is on a blind date to a basketball game, and the guy he's supposed to be going with is a TERRIBLE date. Fortunately the cute guy sitting on the other side is a much better conversationalist -- and kisser.

Reccer says: Very sweet, very cute, very funny. Harry's original date is such a hot mess it's hysterical, and Louis is such a little shit but that's what I love about him.

Addicted To Your Fix by sunshinebombx (6312, Teen, Liam Payne/Harry Styles)

Liam injures his shoulder shortly before the French Open. He needs to get back in fighting shape, so he's set up with some yoga therapy. It's very motivating how much he enjoys watching Harry do a downward dog.

Reccer says: Harry's flirting is adorable, and Liam's complete obliviousness to the fact that it's genuine is hilarious. I also love the side-plot about how the media is convinced that Niall and Liam are bitter rivals instead of close friends who get that in sports sometimes you win and sometimes you lose and it's not personal.

Glass Closets and Greenhouses by TiredTiredTz (60933, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post

Charlton Athletic defender Louis Tomlinson and worldwide sex symbol Harry Styles are rumoured to be hooking up after a viral video filmed at Harry’s Wembley show was posted online by Tommo’s twin sisters.

Reccer says: This is such a great fic! Sweet, sweet meet-cute, witty banter, and actual Tommo-on-the-pitch scenes!

When the Lights Go Out by thelarenttrap (79269, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) – fic post Warnings: Car Crashes

Formula 1 racing drivers Harry and Louis have a history: as childhood competitors, to teammates, to enemies, to eventually lovers.

Hold My Breath by Zarah5 (19749, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Louis is a footballer. Harry is a yoga teacher. Louis doesn't expect to like yoga, doesn't want to like yoga, but... Harry has a way of making it seem not that bad.

Reccer says: Because it's Zarah5 and with her nothing can be anything but fantastic.

Into The Blue by Zarah5 (117218, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Louis is Harry's diving instructor

Reccer says: I honestly think this fic is a classic. A must read. Not to mention it would be a sin

[thesamoanqueen]

All Dat

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: Smut; errors like always

A/N: I’ll be out for a couple days since is MITB week, but I always do my duty.

She had worked most of the day, watching over and over hours of material, old edits, reading tons of interviews with all the same questions that would probably have been discarded as soon as they arrived. Working away from the creative team without being able to have immediate comparisons was complicated, but she had found a way to make it work anyway, to be efficient and always beyond expectations. She was willing to make more than a few sacrifices to keep herself independent and still be as present as possible in their relationship, especially if she was repaid with a good glass of wine and a dip in the pool with Roman. Well, frankly Roman was all she needed, but that was a whole other story and he kept spoiling her like it was his life's mission so… she could take advantage of the whole package.

-Mmh… this one doesn't get out of here – he greeted her, swimming up to her, to put himself between her legs and wrap his arms around her hips like a vice.

She liked to always look neat, look in her best shape and yes, even show off a bit. It made her feel good about herself, was a boost to her energy, a pamper to her mood and Roman hadn't skimped on compliments since they'd met. Not a single day.

She knew he said it to give her attention and that he appreciated it, but she also knew that new bikini wasn't going to show up for any beach trips or vacations really. Her big boy was possessive and jealous if someone crossed the line and the stuff she was wearing was a bit too an clear invitation to look more and more. She had bought it online, from an exclusive collection in which it looked different from what she was wearing and it bothered her a little, because making images and shots work was her job. The top was fine, it showed what it was supposed to, covered what it needed, but the bottom… either her hips had stretched out more than they should without asking permission or it was the bikini’s fault. It barely covered her under there and Roman or not, she liked to show off with class, she wasn't that kind of woman.

- I don't even know why I bough it – she admitted with a snort, feeling him kiss her stomach, stroking her back and sides with full hands, while she fixed it for the umpteenth time, the water of the pool rising between them and then ending up beyond the edge due to their movements.

- Cause you're gorgeous and you take care of me - Roman smiled amused, slipping his fingers between the aquamarine laces wrapped around her curves.

- You? Since when my bikini is yo business?

- Since everything under these tiny strips is ma business and you’re always good with me – he announced incredibly seriously, leaving another trail of kisses on her belly, to then go down a little more, dedicating himself to her thighs.

Unable to hold back her smile, Y/N started playing with his hair, quiting the attempt to put the bikini in its place to caress him, while he showed her all the attentions as always. She felt his beard brush along her skin, his full lips petting her inner thigh before biting down lightly, hands holding her firmly in place. From the top of the poolside, she watched him move slowly and inexorably in the water, the muscles of his shoulders shiny, the reflection of the lights along the edge of the pool, highlighting his dark tattoo.

- You've been home for an hour… less? – she reflected amused, already knowing how it would end up and she cocked her head when Roman undid the first knot on her hips, still kissing her.

His big hands pulled her towards him, securing her legs on his shoulders, licking a few drops off her caramel skin.

- Im thirsty - he said hoarsely, Y/N holding him by the strands on his head, feeling him go down to the thin strip of cloth that barely covered her.

- Ain't takin you a drink… - yet another mark printed between her legs, a kiss on her abused skin, fingers pulling another lace.

The already ridiculous fabric of her bikini fell off either side of her, bonding to her bare body only at her neck, but Roman left it in place just long enough to bring her eyes back to him.

- Mama taugh me how to do things, I can get myself a drink - he assured with a more deadly expression and Y/N really wanted to laugh, but he stole her breath by placing a sloppy kiss on her mouth and then slipped fully back in the water.

Y/N followed him with her eyes, delighted as always, affectionately scratching the back of his neck as he claimed his place between her legs. She brushed a strand from his face, feeling the heat building in her chest even before it got between her legs, refraining from jumping on him and kissing him for the rest of the evening, night, even her whole life, when Roman planted his eyes on her as he began his work. He pounced on her unhurriedly, spreading her folds with two fingers to give a first lick along her opening. Y/N moaned in excitement at his touch, snuggling her leg a little on his shoulder, seeing him smile cocky as he gave her yet another kiss on the soft thigh before diving into her core. His tongue was a fat pro, and each time he traced her moist contours to sink deep inside her opening, Y/N pulled him a little closer, one hand planted firmly on his head.

- Hn… like this – she encouraged him, fingers tightening in his dark hair, loosening the bun.

- It's been a long…-his mouth sucking first one fold-… day…-then the other-… I missed you – inexorable.

- … I missed you t-ah!

His beard itched against her sensitive skin, pool’s water slowly mixing with her moods each time he spread his mouth wide to eat her, dripping from his face. Y/N felt his breath against her button and belly twisting as he slowly fucked her with his tongue, the liquid heat building inexorably in his eyes and in her core. She rotated her hips instinctively trying to raise it, holding him in place with her hand, because patience under those circumstances really wasn't for her, but Roman locked her down with a gaze. Y/N saw his brow furrow and soon his white teeth slowly pinch at her knot of nerves, causing her to fall in a spasm to rest her back on the stone floor of the pool. She closed her eyes, feeling his big body come forward, pull her forward and soon found herself gasping at the slowly darkening sky. She felt his long fingers, joining the amazing work of his mouth, stroking her, rubbing against her smooth skin, spreading her folds, one hand feeling her stomach, holding her still more successfully than she had ever had with him.

For an unspecified time, Roman kept slowly to prepare her, warming her without haste and Y/N panting towards nowhere, feet now crossed behind his neck to have him close. Under her hands, her breasts naked and wet, rising chasing the increasingly hot breath, fingers that every now and then ended up on the grass beyond the poolside strip. Y/N had the feel that Roman was recharging her, licking away all the excess thoughts of her mind, stripping her of them as easily as he had stripped her of that obscene tiny bikini.

- Turn around and rise that pretty ass – she heard him order almost from afar, but when Y/N reopened her eyes and raised her head, he was already on his knees on the bench inside the pool.

His legs were half immersed, his swimsuit low to leave his hardness ready and shiny for the water. The pool’s lights gave him a dangerous look and Y/N couldn't take her eyes off him until he helped her back up, pinching her side to encourage her to do as he said. He kissed her nose, out of pure affection and she let out a languid smile, sliding her stomach onto the pool’s floor, feeling the rough ground against her nipples, moaning because of it and Ro’s hands. She felt his thighs rub against her ass, the weight of his hard cock past the curve of her buttocks, fingers dragging over her messy opening.

- Don't hold back - she asked in a cry, rocking her body against him once, before he slipped inside her effortlessly, filling her to the bottom.

- Lemme do my things - he said hoarsely, giving a long thrust that left her gasping and immediately another.

Y/N found herself resting her cheek on the ground, staring without really seeing the grass in the garden, the lights twinkling along the walkways, near the deck chairs, flickering as if she was drunk. Roman fucked her slowly and good, his movements were overpowering and for each thrust, Y/N felt his dick slamming against the bottom of her walls, in that sweet weak point that he always seemed to find in any circumstance and position. Her heat kept to build slowly, from the bottom of her belly, from his fingers holding up her hips, from the drops of water that dripped down his chest between their bodies, from the water splashing everywhere. His slow movement made her rub against the floor, her nipples harden and her moans breaking as they reached her throat. Her walls reached out to take him in until she felt completely exposed, holding on to his shaft as he mercilessly opened her, holding him as if they were afraid of him running away from her. Thrust after thrust, powerful, massive, the slimy sound of water and bodies colliding.

- Such a good girl… making Daddy hap-py – Roman growled low and Y/N nodded instinctively, quickly, feeling his hard cock throbbing inside her and the pace increasing.

- Y-yes-please yes

Roman was capable of accelerating almost unnaturally and she never resisted when it happened, begging hopelessly, slamming her hips into him for a better grip, for more even as her folds began to throb nonstop. She felt his strong arm pull her over him, pass under her stomach, to force her back against his broad chest and then come back to rest on her hip, his other hand holding her throat, kissing her shoulder.

-R-Roo ahn – the control he had over her body was almost toxic, but Y/N liked it.

She liked listening to his quicken breathing, his growls of pleasure growing dangerous, lower, synchronized with the throb of her spongy walls contracting, squeezing his full length. She adored his mouth biting her neck, her ear, fingers holding her throat without ever squeezing. She rubbed excitedly on him, fragile against his huge body, gasping as he guided them both to their climax, closer and lower, switching between the raw and slow pace to drive her crazy.

- I-im clo-se

- I know… ssh, fuck

Another kiss, more sloppy, but equally full of love, before bending her again, forcing her to put hands on the floor. Y/N let her head hang down, hair covering her face, as she gathered up what little clarity remained and then lifted it, gasping as she felt Roman give a couple more thrusts, long and confused, his hardness banging between the her walls pleading for a release. She moved back, trying to stay in place as possible and with the umpteenth hit on her sweet spot, she collapsed arching again with a strangled cry and almost immediately feeling Roman empty inside her from the spasms of her core. Gasping and rocking to the full curve of her orgasm, Y/N let him do with her as he pleased, pounding her again and again, until his cock had nothing more to give and he let go too, pulling her onto the bench inside the pool with him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face under his head, still feeling him inside her, hands still gripping her hips. They stayed like this for a couple on minutes, silence cradling them.

- Maybe I could keep that bikini – she murmured at some point, hearing his low laugh, hands caressing her lazily.

- Keep what you want babygirl… all dat stuff won’t stay in place anyway

Tag squad: @sunnyfleur23 @racerchix21 @alyyaanna @angelreigns444 @romanreignsdefencesquad @romanstheory @claymorexpunisher @keybladeofsteel @iovereigns @msbigredmachine @nayys-world @gobbersworld @utika151209 @cumxxslutt @civildawn @romanmydaddy @triscillal @papireigns-05 @helensanders92 @ichdrachenfrau @darqchilddaydreamz @meggylynnloves @unfriendly--blvck--hottie @nicolewoo @wrestlezaynia @reignsx @reigns-central-blog @kianaleani @daguenoire @extra-11 @thedonsfactory @snowpanda18 @brattyfics @mzv11 @romanreignseater @namjoonspinkytoenail @tribalchiefdaily @2baddies2furious @vebner37 @raeluvshammett @depressedneedingrevenge @cyberdejos2 @thewarlordsworld @jeonmahi1864 @jxtina-86 @harmshake @harlem11680 @joanoai @southerngirl41 @blkbutterfly816

[lingy910y]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

tagged by @energievie & @deedala

name: ling

zodiac sign: virgo (that post says my updated sign is leo but shh we don't speak of it)

how many trips have you made around the sun? 13 days before i'm 18. i'm having an early birthday party with my family tho bc it's hard to get my mom's and my schedule lined up

what time is it where you are right now? 2:44 pm

what is the candy you wish you were eating right now? none of them

would you rather swim in a swimming pool or a natural body of water? pool ig bc i cannot swim

what's the last thing you ate? croissant, a cup of low fat vanilla yogurt, 5 orange slices, and 1 grape (i brought 3 but ngl i don't think grapes taste good anymore </3) an actual healthy breakfast for a college student wow

find the closest book, what's the last two words on the last page of the last chapter? "short poems" for my journal in creative writing class. we were supposed to write abt our experiences and expectations and i felt comfortable enough to say i write fics online and made friends from it (yet another person will know my dark secret 😔💔) funny enough i accidentally wrote on the last page but then copied it on the first page (honestly i still don't know which is the front or back) so technically you can read the same words but erased on the last page

what's the last scene of shameless that you've watched? youtube says it's the "'cause you're my husband" scene. idk if i even watched it in full but i've spent too long going through my watch history so i'm gonna go with it

what's the next song you're going to listen to? probably cleopatra from aristos: the musical, i'm so obsessed that i put it in my instagram notes

what scent is your body soap? i think it's triple oat?

what does your pillowcase look like? pink with palm trees and the words "sheng yu qin shi" on top and white on the bottom

when's the last time you did laundry? today bc i got my period 😬 i just finished folding the clothes and putting the fitted sheet on the mattress which i need endless amounts of praise on btw cause my muscles were working overtime

what does the sky look like where you are now? i can't rly see outside my window but sunny and blue

go drink some water and put any emoji here to denote completion of this task: 😁

was the name of the earliest childhood teacher that you can remember? mr. wilson my 3rd grade math teacher

tagging @michellemisfit, @mybrainismelted, @reganmian, @jademickian, @blue-disco-lights

@burninface, @iansw0rld, @sgtmickeyslaughter, @mmmichyyy, @gallapiech

& @heymrspatel

[discodoodles38]

Chat GPT made a story about CaseOh

CaseOh's Epic Streaming Adventure

In the bustling world of online gaming, there was one streamer who stood out from the crowd: CaseOh. Known for his larger-than-life personality and even larger-than-life presence, CaseOh had a fan base that adored him. His streaming setup was nothing short of spectacular, with LED lights and high-end equipment. But his most notable feature? His immense enthusiasm and appetite for snacks.

One day, CaseOh decided to play a new game, “Dungeon Quest,” on his channel. He announced to his viewers, “Today’s stream is going to be epic! But first, let me grab my snack. You know, to fuel this finely tuned streaming machine!”

As he reached for a mountain of chips and a soda that could double as a small swimming pool, he quipped, “You know, I’ve got so many snacks here that even my refrigerator is on a diet!”

His viewers chuckled and sent in their virtual cheers. The stream began, and CaseOh dove into the game with gusto. However, as he battled virtual monsters, his chair began to creak under the pressure. “Don’t worry, folks,” he laughed, “My chair is just trying to keep up with my impressive gaming skills—and my equally impressive snack consumption!”

Throughout the game, CaseOh's commentary was as engaging as ever. “Watch out for that dragon!” he shouted. “It’s almost as fierce as my craving for a double cheeseburger right now!”

At one point, CaseOh needed to pause the game to go grab more snacks. He told his audience, “I’ll be back in a jiffy. I just need to raid my pantry—it’s the only place where my snacks are ever in danger of getting bored!”

When he returned, he had a pile of goodies stacked beside him. “This snack tower should keep me going. If gaming were an Olympic sport, I’d win gold in the ‘Snacking’ division!”

As the stream continued, CaseOh’s energy never waned. He even joked, “I’ve got so many snacks here, you’d think I was preparing for a week-long marathon. And if I’m not careful, my waistline might start its own channel!”

Despite the playful fat jokes, CaseOh’s fans loved him for his genuine humor and charisma. His streams were always a hit, filled with laughter and camaraderie. CaseOh knew that his larger-than-life presence was part of his charm, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

As the day ended, CaseOh signed off with a grin. “Thanks for hanging out with me, everyone. Remember, keep gaming and keep snacking—just don’t let the snacks get the better of you!”

And with that, CaseOh’s fans eagerly awaited his next stream, knowing it would be another fun-filled adventure with their favorite larger-than-life streamer.

(well damn)

[boredzillenial]

Day 23: of @flightlessangelwings fawktober!

You come home to find a stranger by your pool (Jack Jackson).

Themes: DEAD DOVE -DNE, bratty f!reader, Dirty Talk, some degradation, momentary choking and hair pulling, Begging, CNC (maybe? Idk man I tried), refraction period who, 69 (Jack on top), cum play, pinv, creampie

W.C: 2435 words

A.N: This is a safe place to explore kink and erotica as writers and readers, if you don’t like one of the above themes don’t read it, this is my first attempt at hitting all three themes for one day! My first experience with CNC as well so apologies if it isn’t the best 😅 Hope y’all like it 😘 Big thank you to @melodygatesauthor and @guruan-isnt-here for grammar and vibe checking this one!

See you soon ;)

You stare down at the final line of chat on your screen. You’d listed out your age, location, hard and soft limits. Now you wait… Finding someone online for CNC was always a toss up but your chat with this guy felt different somehow. Though your shitty workday hangs over you like a dark cloud your core is already dampening at the thought of this evening. You make your way through your darkened home until you’re stepping out sun drenched back deck. The light glimmering off of the pool causing you to squint. You take a deep breath, finally closing your eyes as you enjoy the warmth of the sun on your skin until you hear the clinking of ice in a glass. You jump and whip around to see the source of the noise,

“Who the hell are you?” You snap, your aggravating work day eroded your already limited patience. While didn’t know who had answered your ad this was not the man you’d expected. The figure lounging across your pool chair furrows his brow.

He slowly sits up and lowers his sunglasses to take you in, “I’m who you’ve been chattin’ with. Name’s Jack.” He twangs out.

“Horse shit.” You spit.

“Well that’s not very nice…” He stands up, taking a sip from his umbrella’d cocktail as he makes his way toward you. Arousal begins to mix with your frustration at his strange response. Usually you prefer men much bigger than yourself for scenes like this, it helps keep you in the moment, but this guy is at least a couple inches shorter than you.

“I thought you’d be someone strong, powerful, tall...” Your voice lowers as you smirk, dragging your gaze slowly over him. “But you? How’d you even get in?”

“I’ve got my ways sweetheart.” The stranger shrugs , “figured I’d make myself comfortable.” He grins, two gold teeth shimmering in his smile. “Care for a swim?” He motions toward the pool, robe fluttering in the California breeze showing his form in a rather small pair of pink briefs that don’t leave anything to the imagination. He’s that big while flaccid?

“I think I’ll take some time to decompress from work…” you turn and make your way into the house. The darkness temporarily blinding you as you make your way further, “Shit,” You hiss as you slowly make your way toward the kitchen.

Suddenly there are two strong hands slamming into your shoulders and pinning your back against the wall. “Now sweetheart, you can’t hold my height against me. I’m very good at my job.” His smirk and gravely voice grate against your nerves.

“If you had really read through the request you must know I’m anything but sweet…” your voice drops into a low taunting tone as you lean forward. “I don’t think this is gonna -“

His hand around your throat finishes your sentence for you as he holds you still. “Those ain’t the magic words.” He smirks “Why don’t you make your way into the bedroom and we can start.” He lets you go and steps aside, motioning down the hall.

“Pft.” You huff, feigning boredom with his momentary dominance. Deciding you really want to test his resolve you forge on, “I doubt you can -“ once again he cuts you off, this time with an iron grip in your hair at the nape of your neck as he drags you toward the bedroom.

“You’re one of those huh? Can’t just listen the first time.” He tuts as you stumble to keep up, wincing and hissing at the pain prickling your scalp. He grabs your arm and throws you onto the bed. “Just so I know you’re not some girl who’s in over her head… let me hear you say your safe-word…” he crosses his arms and stands at the edge of the bed.

You level your gaze with his, adrenaline sparking your stubbornness “Red…” you purr.

“Not a creative one are ya.” He chuckles. “Now once I start, I ain’t stopping till I hear that word…”

“That word is for you too, in case you can’t handle it.” You smirk.

The wicked grin that answers you sends lightening to your core. “Oh I’m gonna enjoy this.” He pulls down the pink briefs slowly, his thick member already hard, red and angry. He keeps his eyes locked on yours as your mouth watered at the sight of him. “Like what you see?” He smirks as he spits in his hand and slowly began to work himself infront of you.

“Can’t say I don’t.” You answer, stubbornness flaring again and keeping you from giving him a simple yes.

“Good, cause that’s all you get to do right now.” His dark tone fills the room as he continues to work himself. Hips slowly canting forward on a particularly long stroke had you biting your lip. “Little slut hasn’t earned all of this…” he growls.

You’re ashamed at how quickly you’re losing your nerve. The pulse of his cock and the sounds coming from him make your core ache and clench around nothing. You lean back on the bed, your eyes never leaving his length as your hand dips under your waistband. “Nope.” He growls, lunging forward and yanking your wrist to pin it on the bed. “Bad girl.” He pulls you forward till your knees landed on the carpet. “Hands behind your back.”

“Make m-“ your smirk is cut off as he pinches your cheeks together.

“Oh I intend to.” He pulls a pair of cuffs out of the pocket of his silk robe. He pulls your arms behind you at an awkward angle and tightens them down on your wrists.

“They’re too tight.” You growl.

He moves to stand infront of you, cock still red and now weeping as it bounces just a few inches from your face. “Ask me if I care sweetheart, now open.”

You glare at him but did as he says, opening your mouth just wide enough and sticking your tongue out.

“Stay just like that.” He murmurs as he begins working himself again, slowly coming closer and closer but not enough to touch.

He threw his head back and groaned as his hips began rolling forward. You could feel the thin fabric of your underwear soaking as he stood over you. So close but not quite there. Raising a brow you went to lean forward, to just lick the tip. But his hand came down on your forehead to keep you in place “Think I’m stupid?” He chuckled as he continues to rut into his fist. “Think you earned this cum?”

You nod opening your mouth wider. His breathy laugh has you nearly groaning, just a few more thrusts and you’re sure he’d be coming right down your throat. His hand on your head shakes as he nears his release; one, two, three more thrusts and then- ropes and ropes of cum splatter across your chest and shirt. “What the fuck.” You hiss.

“Oh you definitely didn’t earn it yet. I just wanted to ruin that pretty little blouse of yours.” He smirks, running his fingers down and swirling his spend across your skin. A snarl is your only warning as his other hand grabs onto the hem of your deep v-necked collar and yanks, ripping and exposing your bare chest underneath. “I’m gonna have fun painting you with my cum.” He whispers, hauling you up by your arm and throwing you back onto the bed. “You won’t need these.” He yanks your pants and thong down in one stroke, exposing your soaked folds. “So wet already.” He lightly strokes a finger through your heat and swirls around your clit, eliciting a soft moan from you.

His eyes sparkle as a wicked idea swirls in his mind. He presses your legs wide and leaned in, rubbing his fat tip up and down your folds. Your slickness and his cum still beading out of it mixing together made him nearly lose his control. It took everything in him not to slam into you. He nearly does till he looks up and notices how much you were enjoying the sensation. A little too much for his liking. He smirks, runs his tip up to your clit and rubs slowly over it. You whimper and groan as your hips began to roll in time with his. Your eyes squeeze shut as you focus on drawing as much pleasure as you can.

He huffs and slips the tip of his cock down further, barely pressing into your heat. Christ you need more, you buck your hips up stealing you a momentary inch of him. “Bad girl.” He tuts, slipping out of your folds and down, pressing his slick tip against your tight ring of muscle. Your eyes shoot open in a panic and you try to sit up. He relishes the fear in your eyes as he leans forward, his face just inches from yours “Do that again and I’m fucking this first… and you better hope that cunt is slick enough to drip down for your tight little ass.”

You gulp and nod. “You gonna behave?” He asks as he angles his tip up and slides it between your folds. You bite your lip to stifle your groan and nod again. “Prove it.” He shuffles over and cages your head with a knee on either side, leaning forward and angling is cock over your face, “Open.”

You open wide, hungrily as the mixture of his smell and yours fills your senses. He slowly glides his soaked tip over your tongue and groans, “Such an eager little slut.” He chuckles, rolling his hips slowly as his hand cups your breast and pinches your nipple lightly.

You gasp and he takes that chance to thrust deeper into your mouth. The warmth and softness of your tongue pull moans from him and eat away at his resolve. “Taking it so well, you want my cock down your throat?” You nod as best you can and hum your response. “Good.” He lays over you, his length nearly hitting the back of your throat and stretching your lips across him. He begins thrusting into your mouth and your about to cry out for him to slow down when a shot of warmth and pressure glides across your bud.

Your cry is muffled around his girth as he laps at your clit with his tongue. Long languid strokes across your bud send your mind reeling as you arch up and take him deeper down your throat. “Only takes a couple licks to swallow my cock huh?” His breath fanning across your needy core sent you whimpering. “Don’t worry, your mouth feels so good I’ll reward ya.”

His hips set a fast pace as he lapped at your clit. In just a few strokes of his tongue you came undone. Your cunt fluttering around nothing as you muffled cries fill the room. You were so ready to swallow all that he was about to give you. A few more hard thrusts and - he pulls out of your mouth with a pop and ruts against your chest, spilling new ropes of cum to meet his earlier spend. “Still, haven’t earned, that yet.” He groans between thrusts. His hips slow and he sits up, adjusting so he can see the absolute mess covering your tits and his belly.

He lets out a dark chuckle as he wipes his cum off his belly and turns to you. You’re hunger quelled for a moment from your orgasm as you look up at him lazily. “You want it?” He looks down as the cum on his hand then back to your lips. You nod, closing your eyes and opening your mouth. You stick your tongue out and wait for the taste of him to hit your palette. You jolt as he presses his fingers deep into your aching core. “Think I want it here instead.” His dark smirk ignites your frustration anew.

“Fucking tease.” You hiss.

“You think so?” He brings his hand up and gathers the ropes of cum from your chest. “Oh I can show you tease.” With one hand full of cum he uses the other to lift your legs until your ankles were nearly by your ears. You groan against the uncomfortable position as your weight presses into your shoulders and neck. You pitifully try to use your still restrained arms to get more comfortable, your core tensing as you try to balance.

Ass up and everything laid bare for him, he shifts behind you. Your lower back presses against his chest. He pulls your folds open with his clean hand and you gasp at the sensation of him dripping cum right into your aching heat. Your legs jerk but he manages to keep them in place as he uses a single finger to work his cum into you. Just enough sensation for you to feel it but not enough to satisfy.

“Please.” The word slips out before you can stop it. His motions halt, he slowly meets your gaze with a smirk.

“What was that? Little slut actually beggin’ now?” His dark tone adds to your aching frustration. “Do it again.”

Your desperation cracks your resolve as your back begins to ache. “Please… need more…”

“That wasn’t so hard was it? Though you should be more specific.” His smirk grows to a wicked grin as he stands over you and sinks his girth into your slick channel in one thrust. You cry out at the sudden stretch, pain and pleasure swirling as his cum leaks around the sides of him. “Would you look at that. Gotta fill you up some more.” He grunts as he begins to pound into you.

Cries turn to whimpers as you finally begin to adjust to him. His cock hitting that spot deep inside, sending you over the edge. His groans join your cries as you tighten around him, “Just like that.” He bites out and fucks you harder. “Take this fucking cock.” He slams into you drawing out your orgasm. With a final thrust he leans into you, pressing you further into the bed and painting your walls white.

After a moment he slowly lowers you till your back finally rests against the bed. Instinctively you let out a contented sigh as you felt the aftermath slowly leak from your relaxed sex. Jack moves off the bed to admire his work, tutting as the wet spot below you grows. “Gonna have to try again.” He grins. “Maybe a different hole will hold it better.”

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Taglist: @lunar-ghoulie @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

[teaberrii]

Chapter 4: Shall We Date...?

After ending a five-year relationship, you pour all your energy into work. Your latest assignment? Staying at a popular bed-and-breakfast to gather information. It should be a piece of cake... If only the owner isn't the man you scolded on the street.

Jing Yuan/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“...My ex-wife.”

You sit up for what feels like the tenth time that night. It has been hours since you and Jing Yuan parted ways, but you still can’t get that out of your head. You’d wanted to ask, but was that too personal? Regardless, you didn’t get a chance as Yanqing and Pom had woken up.

Now, you're left with a million questions. But, this means Jing Yuan isn't gay. Or, maybe he’s pan, bi, or—

You sigh loudly and fall back onto the bed. Does his ex-wife still work at Star Rails Hotel? Who is she? A manager? Or, just another regular employee like you? How long were they together? What happened—

You sit up. This is getting out of hand. Your eyes are dying to rest, but your mind’s running laps. You get out of bed and slip on a thin jacket over your PJs. Then, off you go to get some much-needed fresh air.

The air is crisp and chilly, calming your mind in ways that lying in bed can never accomplish. Eventually, you come across a pool where the dim glow of the lights inside the water makes it look almost ethereal. You’re walking along the side of the pool when you hear a woman’s voice.

“Can’t sleep either?” You look towards the white beach chairs just as March lifts her sunglasses to the top of her head. She’s looking at you with a small smile. “Join the club.”

“What’s with the sunglasses?” you ask in amusement, coming up to take the empty chair beside her. “Not judging, just wondering.”

“I was hoping it’d help me get some sleep, but then someone showed up out of the blue.” March sits up, her thin, airy blazer moving to the side. She says she’s here to get some sleep, but with her crop top and shorts, you think she's ready for a swim. “What’s keeping you awake, Femme Fatale? Is it a guy, hm?” She leans forward and whispers, “Is it Boss?”

“...Are you talking about Jing Yuan?”

“Who else?”

You cross one leg over the other. “What makes you think that?”

“I saw the way you two were looking at each other at the dinner table.” She chuckles. “Nothing escapes my eyes.”

“Well, he’s been a nice guy so far,” you admit, looking at the pool.

“Hey…” When you turn back, March is looking at you with curiosity. “Are you trying to find some faults in him or something?”

“It’s not that. It’s…” Then, you give her a deadpan look. “You’re asking a whole lot of questions, March.”

She laughs. “Sorry. To make up for my rudeness, is there anything you’d like to know?”

Well…

“Why do you call him Boss?”

March leans back and looks out at the pool. You sense there's a personal story behind the nickname as the silence is not what you’re expecting. Then, March says, “Long story, but we were guests when he was still getting this B&B off the ground.” She turns to you. “...Back then, I was still active.” Active? “Judging from your expression, you still don’t know who I am, huh?”

“You’re March, right? That influencer—”

Just as the man’s words come back to you, March says, “March 7th reporting for duty!”

Wait a minute.

Your eyes widen. “You’re March 7th?!”

“Gosh, took you long enough.” She sighs. “Then again, I can’t blame you.”

March 7th. She was a popular online influencer in her early twenties who disappeared from the Internet after multiple scandals. 

‘Fake’ Rich Girl Cancelled

Scandal-ridden Influencer Upcoming Appearance Cancelled

Online Influencer Stops Activites After Unreal Discovery…

You’ve heard of her and seen her ads in department stores. While you weren’t a fan, per se, you knew that she was known for her popular videos that showcased her “idol-like” visuals and talent. She sang and danced and appeared on reality shows. You vaguely remember hearing from your friends that she was caught smoking or promoting fake products. There were more accusations, but you didn't pay much attention as you had your life to worry about. 

Regardless, you remember her being much skinnier with long hair. Her makeup style was also a lot bolder than what it is now. That was years ago. Now her features have matured, but when you look closely, you can see it. The essence of who she used to be.

While you don’t remember what caused her online career to plummet, you’re at a loss for words. You never thought in your wildest dreams you’d meet someone like March 7th.

“...You’re not going to ask?” 

“About your scandals?” You’re curious, no doubt. “That’s none of my business. But, I just…” Then, quietly, “It’s crazy to think that a celebrity is in front of me right now.”

“Looks like my hunch about you was right.” She puts her hands on the chair. “You’re not the type that goes crazy over celebrities and whatnot.”

“I like to think I’m past that phase, thank you very much.”

You and March quietly laugh. Then, she takes out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket. She slides it open and offers you one. You politely decline. To your surprise, she puts it back inside her pocket instead of lighting one.

“...Anyway, to answer your question, Jing Yuan helped me out of a bad place.”

It was the early hours of a cloudy day when March went out for a smoke. She lit a cigarette and took a drag just as she saw a shirtless Jing Yuan working in the garden. Did he really not recognize her? He’d treated her like any other person. She wasn’t a failed celebrity or a girl with "issues." She was just like everyone else.

March walked over and continued watching him. She’d seen her fair share of physically attractive older men. But maybe it was because of the industry she was in that most of them were sleazy or had ulterior motives. Yet what she’d seen of Jing Yuan so far... He was none of those things but a hardworking, upstanding guy.

Jing Yuan stood and turned around. “Do you need something?”

“Your attention would be nice.” Jing Yuan raised a brow, and March chuckled. “I’m just kidding.” Then, she took another drag. “...You don’t happen to have a map of the island, do you? It’s my first time here.”

“You can find one at the reception counter. Pom should have some—”

“Already checked,” March lied. “Do you have any at your office?”

Jing Yuan walked up to her, and March awkwardly avoided his eyes. “You checked, huh?”

“...Yup.”

But, instead of calling her out on her lie, he put on a shirt and said, “...Follow me.”

When they walked side-by-side, she casually asked, “Why don’t you hire someone to do all this manual labour for you?”

“Someone’s curious.”

March shrugged. “Just something I observed. You have a few workers here and there, but you’re still doing a lot of the management stuff yourself.” She looked around at the guests who were enjoying a casual BBQ or casually strolling around the resort. “But, this place looks like it’s doing well enough for you to hire a few extra people.”

“For someone on holiday, you sure are paying a lot of attention to what’s happening around here.”

Jing Yuan opened a door to the cabin designed like a mini office. But, before March could follow him inside, he said, "...Wait here."

She stepped closer to him and her body was inches away from his. "What if I don't want to?"

"Then you'd be trespassing, and I could kick you out."

March almost felt offended at how unamused he sounded. "...Do you know who I am?"

"Are you here for the map or not?"

March sighed and walked off the porch. "Go on. I'll wait here." 

When Jing Yuan came back out, March was sitting on a rock, looking bored as hell. He walked over and handed the map to her. "This one has a few day trip recommendations so you'll have ideas of what you can do."

March stood and took it from him. Then, she crossed her arms. "Sounds like you're trying to kick me out."

"That wasn't my intention. You're free to stay, of course. But, it would be a waste to spend your entire day at the resort. There's a lot to see."

Sensing his genuine kindness, March frowned. “You aren’t scared your reputation’s going to plummet because you’re housing an unruly celebrity?" 

“If I was, I wouldn't have let you stay here."

"So you do know who I am," she said, narrowing her eyes.

“No matter who you are, you’re a guest like everyone else. Why would I treat you any differently?”

There’s so much to unpack that you don’t know where to start. 

“I kinda wanted to flirt with him, if I’m being honest," March says, leaning back. "But, after he said that, it made me realize that I was young and dumb.”

“...How so?”

“The rumours about me that were going around at the time… Not all of them were true. But, I started believing all the nasty things people were calling me." March sighs. “I won’t bore you with details, but Jing Yuan was a stranger. Him treating me just like any other person made me see things a little differently. Maybe he was judging me back then, but if a stranger could see past that, why couldn’t I do it for myself?”

“You seem to be doing a lot better now,” you say with a little smile. 

“I am, but I’d like to attribute that to my hard work. It has nothing to do with Jing Yuan.” She laughs. “But, yeah, I mean… it’s in the past and we get a good laugh about it now.”

“I never thought you’d be into older men, though, if I’m being honest.”

March leans forward. “Jing Yuan ages like fine wine, I swear. We’d never mix well, but I was so shocked to hear about his divorce.”

“...Was he married when you, uh…”

March raises her hands as if declaring innocence. “I knew nothing about a wife and a kid back then. If I knew, I wouldn’t have flirted with him. Wasn’t a few years later that I found out. It’s still a shock to many people.” March lies back on the chair. “He hasn’t seen anyone since... probably because he was so busy trying to get this business off the ground that he had no time for things like that."

The skies have brightened, and from over the horizon, the sun peeks out from behind the clouds.

“Hey.” You turn to March who has a curious sparkle in her eyes. She asks, “What do you think of Jing Yuan?”

“...He seems like a good guy.”

March rolls her eyes. “Girl, give me the tea. Do you think he’s hot?”

You don’t get a chance to answer when you and March see someone enter the pool area. Jing Yuan’s shirtless, but it isn’t just his toned body that takes your breath away. The abstract dragon tattoo that runs from his shoulder to his chest looks like it's handpainted. He looks in your direction, and unbeknownst to you, March waves at him.

“Out for your morning swim?” she asks.

Jing Yuan slips on a black beach blazer and walks over. “What are you two doing up so early?”

“What do you think? None of us could sleep.”

Jing Yuan looks at you. “Why’s that? Is it a problem with the room?”

“The room’s fine,” you say, looking away, your face feeling slightly hot.

March glances from you to Jing Yuan and back to you. Then, she takes out her phone and sees the flurry of messages. “Ah… I’d better head back,” she says, standing. “Will you two be okay?”

“What makes you think we won't?” Jing Yuan asks.

“Oh, I know you’ll be fine, Boss,” March looks at you and chuckles. “Well, toodles!”

Jing Yuan puts a hand inside his pocket as he watches her run off. Then, he sits in the chair in front of you. “...Don’t tell me I did something to upset you, Corporal.”

You finally turn his way. “What makes you think that?”

“Seems like you didn’t want to look at me for a bit there.” You can’t help but look at his dragon tattoo. Then, his low voice comes again. “Curious?”

You look up and see him looking at you with interest. “A little.”

Jing Yuan smiles and looks down. “Well, why don’t I make you a deal?”

“...What kind of a deal?”

He nods at the pool. “Take a swim with me, and I’ll tell you about it.”

“I’m in my PJs if you haven’t noticed.”

“Don’t tell me you came to a resort without bringing a swimsuit.”

“I came here for work.” Jing Yuan continues looking at you until you cave. “...Okay, I did bring something.”

Jing Yuan chuckles. “You’re right, though. You’re here for work. But, if you need to relax, the pool’s always open… most of the time.”

You slightly smile. “Are you here every morning?”

“Every other day. Otherwise, I go for a run.”

“I don’t know whether to be impressed or call you crazy.”

“Why not both?”

“Because that’s being too nice,” you deadpan.

“Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

"What gave it away?" You rub your eyes. "Sorry. I can really feel the fatigue kicking in.”

“Go back and get some sleep.”

You sigh and stand. “But, breakfast’s in an hour.” You don’t need to guess that you’re going to oversleep.

“...Text me when you’re awake.”

You look at Jing Yuan who’s also standing now. “Why?”

“Special service.”

“...Special service?” 

“If you want to go out and grab something to eat when you’re awake, that’s fine. Or…” Your eyes widen when he leans slightly closer and whispers in your ear, “...The owner can cook something for you in a private kitchen. No pressure.”

“Private… kitchen?” You narrow your eyes. “Trying to butter up the enemy, huh?”

“Enemy?” He chuckles. “If that’s how you want to put it. But”—he smiles mischievously—”you’re going have to do a little better to get secrets out of me.”

“Who said anything about secrets?”

“It’s why you’re here, aren’t you?” Then, he leans upright. “Good luck, Corporal.”

You watch Jing Yuan walk and dive with perfect form into the swimming pool. Now you’re not just tired. You’re also a little annoyed… but excited?

◆◆◆

By the time you’re awake, it’s a little past noon. 

You wash up and change into comfortable clothes before opening your phone and seeing a bunch of texts from your friends. You forgot you left your phone on silent and didn’t bother checking it. Some are from your mom, asking how everything’s been. So, you give her a call.

“Are you having too much fun that you forgot all about me?” she jokes.

“It’s why I’m calling you now.”

You get her up to speed with what’s been happening, including that you are friends with the owner of the B&B. Of course, you don’t go into details about the… flirting that’s been happening.

“Sounds like you’ve been having fun.”

“More or less.”

“...Do you know that he’s been trying to reach me?”

“Who?”

As soon as your mom says your ex’s name, you frown. “...He really wants to get back in touch with you.”

“Mom, I thought I told you to block him.”

“I did! But one of your friends reached out and… He wants you to give him another chance."

You scoff. “That’s not going to happen." A small pause. "I’ll deal with this. I won’t let them harass you anymore.”

You sigh loudly when you end the call. This is not how you imagined to start the day. Jing Yuan suddenly flashes in your mind, and you slightly shake your head.

You’re thinking about the best course of action when you head outside and hear overlapping voices. The closer you get to the stone villa, the louder it gets. Then, you see a small crowd surrounding two tall men who look like clones of one another. Both have a handsome face. But one has green eyes and long black hair that reminds you of an elegant prince while the other has short black hair and dull blue eyes. A short distance away, Welt is watching with vague amusement. When he sees you, he waves.

“...What’s going on?” you ask, walking up.

“Ah… Let me apologize for the commotion on behalf of my friends,” Welt says.

“Your friends?” 

You look closer, and you swear you’ve seen them before. They’ve just finished taking a photo with two girls when the man with the long hair notices you. He walks past one woman and up to you.

“Is this the woman you and March were talking about?” he asks.

“My latest inspiration and the woman who stood up for March? Yes.”

When the man smiles at you, your heart almost skips a beat. “Hi.” He holds out a hand. 

You awkwardly take it. “Hi… You’re not going to give me a name?”

The man looks a little surprised as if you should know who he is.

“...Clearly, my brother’s head is still in the clouds.” The other one walks over and gives you a little smile. “My name’s Dan Heng. This is my brother, Dan Feng.”

Where have you heard those names before…?

“They’re athletes,” Welt says as if reading your mind. 

That’s when it hits you, and you gasp.

“Didn’t you compete in the Global Games?”

“That’s right,” Dan Feng answers. “Two-time fencing and kendo gold medalists.”

Your jaw almost drops. 

“Welt and March told us about you,” Dan Heng says. 

“We’ve been curious,” Dan Feng adds. Then, with a little smile, he says, “You’re prettier than they described.”

Your eyes widen at the unexpected compliment. 

“...What are you doing?” Dan Heng deadpans.

“What? I’m being honest.”

Welt and Dan Heng roll their eyes just as you hear, “...You’re awake.”

You turn around and see Jing Yuan dressed in a fitted, V-neck, dark gray shirt and white pants. 

Dan Feng chuckles. “Don’t tell me you have a date with the owner.”

“That’s…” You remember your mom and your annoyingly persistent ex. Then, you're hit with an interesting but workable idea. Before Jing Yuan can say anything, you say, “...Could we talk?”

As the brothers watch you and Jing Yuan walk into the stone villa, Dan Heng side-eyes his brother. “Don’t be getting any weird ideas.”

“You hurt me, Brother. Why do you always think the worst of me?”

Dan Heng sighs. “Because you never prove me otherwise.” Then, he sees Welt looking in the direction you and Jing Yuan had walked off. “...Welt? Is something wrong?”

Welt turns back. “Oh, no. I… just had a thought.”

“Inspiration, perhaps?” Dan Feng asks.

“...Something like that.”

Pom greets you and Jing Yuan with a salute when you enter the lobby. Then, in a cheery voice, he takes the receptionist’s phone call.

“If you want privacy, we can talk on the patio,” Jing Yuan says.

Sure, why not? It’ll give you a chance to gather your thoughts. 

Jing Yuan leads you upstairs, and despite Pom’s professionalism on the phone, his eyes are following your every move. Jing Yuan opens a set of doors that leads to a rooftop patio that has a fireplace and some couches and chairs. 

“...I got a call from my mom today,” you say, sitting on the adjacent couch.

“Is everything okay?”

“...Apparently, my ex’s been bothering her.”

“...That’s not a good sign.”

“My friends have been texting me about unblocking him, too. And…” You sigh and look away. “...Getting a bit off topic there. But, just to get them off my back for now, could you…” Gosh, this sounded a lot better in your head.

“You want me to play the fake boyfriend?” 

“I mean… You don’t have to do anything. It’s not like they’re actually here, so—”

Jing Yuan leans forward and looks at you with a little smile. “That’s true, but I don’t like to half-ass anything.”

Your pulse quickens as he continues looking at you. “I’m also looking for other ways to get him off my back, but I'd appreciate the help.”

“If it escalates, you could file a police complaint.”

“...I hope it won’t get that far,” you mutter. You lean back. “We may have broken up, but… we were friends for years before we dated. Just kinda sucks that’s all gone too.”

“If you remained friends with him… do you think that friendship would continue to last?”

“...Hard to say.”

“Sometimes, we outgrow our friends, and ending things with them may not be as ugly as relationships but..."

"It still hurts... if not more," you finish. Then, you glance at him, thinking whether to ask him about his ex-wife when Jing Yuan’s phone goes off.

He reaches into his pocket and looks at the screen. Then, he looks at you apologetically. “I have a meeting.”

“Ah, no worries. Sorry for keeping you.”

“...Looks like my special service will have to come a little later,” he says, standing.

“You were serious about that?” 

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You stand and shrug. “I thought you were just saying it. Seems a little much.”

Then, he leans over and suddenly kisses your cheek. “Well, you’re not just a guest anymore, are you?” When you see him looking at you, your face feels warm. “...As I said, I don’t like to half-ass anything.”

This is just temporary. You’re here for work.

That’s what you keep telling yourself, at least.

Chapter 5

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[eddiesdaydream]

you make loving fun | eddie munson

eddie munson x gn reader

apparently time does not heal all wounds. at least eddie can rely on his little family to be his saving grace.

1.1k words

slight angst to fluff, established relationship, slightly older!eddie, dad!eddie, parent!reader

inspired by you make loving fun by fleetwood mac

tw - brief mentions of familial abuse, death of a parent, blood, mental illness (depression, ptsd)

a/n - this is my first time posting any of my writing online so im super nervous but i love eddie sm and have so many ideas for him so i hope at least somebody enjoys this lmao :) the events of season 4 are canon in this except eddie lived aaand there's no use of y/n or pronouns used (besides you/your, etc lol) and no physical descriptors either ! <3

When Eddie wakes, it’s with a start, his sleep-warmed body jolting in his bed. His chest heaves with adrenaline and his mind is swimming, fuzzy with sleep and the remnants of his dream, another replay of the memories he thought he’d suppressed long ago. It’s like a reel on a constant loop, playing behind his eyelids whenever he blinks, so haunting he has to sit up, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes, as if that should erase his past and all the trauma he’s accumulated over the course of his life. He has the urge to cry, guttural, heaving sobs so heavy they wrack his chest but he can’t- he won’t. Man up, Eddie, a voice that sounds suspiciously like his father gripes in the back of his mind. I didn’t raise you to be a pussy. 

Eddie remembers those same words circling his brain whenever his father would drink himself violent and he’d be forced to wedge himself, trembling, into the back of his closet, when he watched his mother’s casket get lowered into the ground before he’d even hit double digits, when he was bleeding out on the cold, hard ground in an alternate dimension, gazing up into the watercolour eyes of a boy he’d sworn to protect and wondering what use those words were to him if he was six foot under himself. Man up, Eddie. I didn’t raise you to be a pussy.

Those memories hang heavy over him like an unwavering fog, some days too thick for him to even get out of bed. Those are his worst days, when he’s too grief-stricken to move, mourning the loss of the child he never got to be, the safe refuge of his uncle’s old trailer to which he can no longer return, and a Hawkins that, while so often a cruel, unforgiving mistress, provided a home for him, now cracked through the heart and uninhabitable for the likes of one Edward Munson. 

But then there’s you. You - a beacon of warm, golden light in the shadow realm of his tumultuous mind, the sunshine to his storm cloud. You cut through the fog and Eddie’s okay again, like everything really was just a bad dream.

And you don’t even have to try.

The timid lull of your singing voice drifting through the crack in your bedroom door is enough to even Eddie’s trochaic heart and chase away the fog. He’s okay. He’s safe.

“I never did believe in miracles,” you croon, your tentative voice overpowered by Christine McVie’s pipes crackling through the dusty speakers of the janky radio you keep in the kitchen. But there nonetheless. “But I’ve a feeling it’s time to try.” 

Any and all thoughts of his father, his mother, and the horrors that lurk beneath the surface of the town he once called his home are pushed to the back of Eddie’s subconscious and he lets himself relax. He stretches out onto your side of the bed, cold, so he knows you got up some time ago. Pools of watery morning sunlight lave over his bare torso, gently caressing his rippling scars in the same fashion that you do before you both succumb to the heavy blanket of slumber, massaging his healing ointment in for him with a care and attentiveness that he’d never really been privy to until he met you.

Your loud, boisterous laughter ricocheting off of the apartment walls is enough to pull Eddie out of bed and have him make a beeline for you. It’s as if he’s the Earth and you’re his sun, keeping him in your orbit. 

And if you’re his sun, your son is his moon, having changed the tides of Eddie’s life forever.

When Eddie enters the kitchen, he’s met with a sight that, while not unfamiliar, still feels foreign to him, as if he can’t quite believe that this is his life now. To some degree, he can’t. When he was younger, and more cynical, Eddie rejected the typical white picket fence pipedream so often sold to the nation’s youth. He didn’t want that for himself or anyone involved, for fear of becoming a mirror image of his father.

But alas, here he is. Living in an apartment of his own with the love of his life and his child. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

His mother’s ring that once sat heavy on his own ring finger now envelopes yours. And he is not his father. He is not his father.

He watches from the doorway as you dance around the small kitchen with your toddler perched on your hip, your very own babbling back-up singer. There goes his trochaic heart again, though not out of fear this time, but rather, as a result of watching the two greatest loves of his life happy and at peace. He is not his father.

“Dadadadada!” His son babbles enthusiastically, clapping as he catches sight of his father. You glance over then, a bright, sunny smile gracing your beautiful face. Your warmth greets Eddie like one might an old friend, with familiarity, yet he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the way you make him feel. Happy. Fulfilled. Whole. 

“Hey, buddy,” he coos at his baby, who leans towards him, tiny arms outstretched. You saunter over to Eddie so he can greet the baby as he does every lazy morning, holding him close to his chest and pressing a kiss into his hair. You’re still humming Fleetwood Mac under your breath as you join the cuddle, arms snaking around Eddie’s back and face disappearing into the warm crook of his neck. The flutter of your eyelashes against his skin is grounding.

“Morning, my love,” you mumble. “We were just making some breakfast.”

Eddie hums, squeezing you with his free arm, his two loves tight in his embrace where they belong. “Sounds good, baby.”

You pull away then, just a hair so you can look him in the face, still puffy from sleep, but beautiful nonetheless. There’s a hint of something in his big brown eyes, something like relief that has you furrowing your brows in a quizzical manner, “everything okay, honey?”

Eddie nods immediately, and the grin that follows is blinding, really. Everything’s okay. He’s okay. When he’s with you and the baby, his little family, how could he not be? 

“Perfect, baby,” 

You nod, pressing a chaste kiss to each of your boys’ cheeks, before turning back to the stove to resume breakfast. The radio is playing something else now, some bubblegum pop song Eddie doesn’t recognise, but you’re still on Fleetwood Mac, using your spatula as a makeshift microphone to serenade your husband and son. 

“You, you make loving fun…”

[thatfreshi]

"You Better Tell Me" (Uni AU P. 5)

You get invited to the rooftop for a smoke sesh with Shadowheart and Gale

tw - weed (reader does not partake), athletic injuries, hints at grooming

@justporo

Soon after, the group fizzles out, starting with Shadowheart saying she doesn't want to be late to church. You weren't really expecting the whole religious thing with her, but hey, if it floats her boat. Gale says he has to meet with Mystra about his thesis project, and Lae'zel heads back to the room, leaving you free to do whatever you want.

So, you spend the day walking around looking for your classes, getting used to campus, finding the cozy places to study. The library is extravagant, filled with books from the past century, with a full online database. You even stop by the pool, which is full of swim team athletes preparing for the upcoming season.

After walking around all day, you come back to the dorm room, exhausted. Shadowheart however, is leaving.

"Oh, Tav! You should come with me! Gale and I are having our weekly smoke sesh. You don't have to smoke, but we like to chill out and talk about all the shit we've heard recently."

Without even really thinking about it, you put down your bags from the bookstore and follow her out the door.

"I thought we couldn't smoke on campus?"

She smirks, leading you to the staircase.

"Well, that's the nice part of being best friends with one of the RAs, their master keys work on the roof door."

As if on cue, Gale shows up behind the two of you.

"Good evening."

Fumbling with his key ring, he opens the door for the two of you to get onto the roof. It's a little chilly this high up. The lights of the city are apparent over the edge of the roof.

"You got Tav to join us?"

"I guess so. We're just cool Gale, we have to accept it."

The two laugh as Shadowheart takes a small plastic baggie out of her tote bag. Like clockwork, the two get to work rolling.

"You want one?"

You shake your head at him.

"No thanks. Honestly just hear to listen to all the gossip."

"See, I knew I liked you."

Shadowheart smiles, taking out her lighter.

"So, what do you want to know?"

You're all sitting on top of one of those electrical boxes, one that clearly isn't in use anymore. You hesitate, knowing you probably will get weird looks for your question.

"Lae'zel... what happened to her leg?"

Gale sighs, and Shadow goes to pull up a video somewhere in her camera roll. The two don't speak, instead showing you a video of a track meet from the previous year. You watch as Lae steps the wrong way, taking a nasty fall, the video picks up the scream she lets out on the track. Gale is the first to speak up.

"She fucked up her entire leg. Started as a sprained ankle, but she tried to keep going. Ended up tearing up her hamstring, and eventually tore the connection between her leg and her foot. Couldn't walk for months."

"Lae'zel doesn't like to talk about it though. She was supposed to be in the Olympics next year, but no amount of physical therapy has worked. As much as she pisses me off, I feel bad talking about it sometimes. Her whole family is full of famous athletes, and now she can't even play her sport anymore."

You weren't expecting the conversation to get so sad so fast, but it is tragic. The idea that you spend your whole life working towards something, and you can lose it all so fast.

"That fucking sucks."

Almost immediately changing the mood, Shadowheart lets out a gasp.

"Wait. Okay before I show you all this: Gale, Tav and Astarion fucked."

His eyes immediately fill with shock.

"I'm sorry. You, and that man, had sex? When?!"

"Ugh, last night. It was stupid and complicated, and then this morning I screamed at him."

"Yeah, and then he left crying. I don't think I've ever seen him cry."

The guilt bubbles back up again, unsure if you did the right thing. Before you can ask the group why they all hate him so much, Shadowheart shows you a paparazzi picture.

"Apparently this was taken earlier today. Looks like somebody's mad at Daddy, boohoo."

You almost ignore her mocking tone. It's Astarion and Szarr in the photos, having what looks like an intense argument at an outdoor shoot.

"You think he'd figure out how to stop complaining by now."

Gale takes another puff, coughing a little.

"Why are you guys so mean to him?"

Shadow almost doesn't know how to answer you.

"I mean, you've met him. He's just some rich kid piece of shit Tav."

"You should've seen him, at the party."

Gale perks up.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, the whole thing just makes me feel sick. Like something isn't right, but I don't know what. I met one of the other models, Aurelia, and she was being super cryptic and scary."

The two are fully staring at you now.

"And I met Szarr. He's a full-on creep, gave me this weird kiss on the hand. It was gross, but Astarion? He was like tense. I don't know, it just felt wrong."

"Yeah, but Astarion's been modeling for like six years now. I'm sure he knows the industry well enough to avoid people if they're truly bad people."

It's clear Shadow has made up her mind, but you're still not so sure. Before you can say anything else, she's trying to look at Gale's phone.

"Who are you blushing at?! Is there some lover I don't know about?"

He snatches his phone from her.

"Okay, I'll tell you if you stop trying to take my shit. I may or may not be seeing someone, as of today. BUT, she wants to keep it private for now, so no you can know!"

"Come on, please! I'm your best friend."

"As soon as I can, I'll tell you. But for now, please respect her privacy."

Shadow dramatically rolls her eyes, taking another hit.

"Fine, but as soon as I can know, you better tell me!"

The three of you talk about some other random stuff for the next hour or so. Within that hour, the photos of Astarion and Szarr are wiped from the internet, much to Shadowheart's disappointment. You tune out for a lot of the conversation, thinking about just how much shit you've already gotten yourself into. Although, you'll most definitely be back for next week's smoke sesh. Besides, you need all the help you can get with just how wild this place seems to be.

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

illicit affairs | twenty three

*I would suggest listening to Who are you? on repeat for this chapter...you'll see why :)*

*Ellie's POV*

“Everyone’s gone, now what?”

I looked over at Noah after the guys left to head out on their trip. The house was so quiet and I felt like I could breathe. Bryan was dropping hints of not wanting to go and staying behind to hang out but Noah practically dragged him out to the car. Between moving and having Liam for three weeks because Tyler was in Europe with his family, we hardly had any time to ourselves. Liam was with Tyler as well, so now we finally had some alone time.

“Well, we have no groceries…” I sighed, rubbing my twitching eyes. Between unpacking and emotionally preparing for Matt to show up my energy was drained. “El…” Noah walked over to me, wrapping me up in his arms. “You go sit on the couch and pick out a movie for us. I’ll go out and grab us something.” “Internet and cable guy doesn’t come until tomorrow.” I whined into his chest, causing him to softly laugh. “Use my phone as a hotspot.” He suggested as he kissed the top of my head. “I’ll be back…I love you.” I pouted as I watched him leave the house, today was too much for me. After finding a blanket in one of the million boxes around here, I plunked myself down on the couch and waited for Noah. My eyelids started to feel heavy as I got comfortable on the couch. I drifted off in a matter of seconds, sleeping off the day I had.

“Ellie, I’m back.” I woke up to Noah’s hand on my shoulder, gently waking me up. He kissed my forehead softly before I followed him into the kitchen. My mouth started to water as I saw he picked up Greek from one of our favourite restaurants, along with a case of Diet Coke. I didn’t even have to tell him what I wanted to drink, he just knew. I’ve never met a man who could let me fully shut my brain off quite like him.

We had no plates unpacked yet so we took our take out containers into the living room and ate while we watched Terrifier 2 on Noah’s iPad. People would think we were crazy for watching something this gory while we ate but it didn’t phase us at all.

“How did you get so good at this?” Halfway through the movie, Noah could feel how stressed out I was and my body wouldn’t relax. He spent the rest of the movie massaging my shoulders, neck and temples. He even volunteered to French braid my hair for me to get it out of my face. Another first for us, but damn… was it ever relaxing. My eyes closed, feeling his fingers gently run through my hair as he picked up more pieces and gently tugging it tighter with each braid he did. “May I remind you of how long my hair was?” “I remember.” I paused, remembering how I used to watch him on twitch when I was still married to Tyler. “That feels like a lifetime ago I was watching you play fall guys and losing your mind every time.” “It's insane to me that the love of my life was watching me be an idiot online." I chuckled, “I weirdly felt like I was falling for you even back then…now look at me.” His lips pressed onto my neck ever so gently after finishing up with my hair, “I’m so happy you’re here.”   I admired my surroundings, completely blessed to have what I did, “I am too.” 

“Wanna go for a swim?”

“I’d love to.” I replied as Noah helped me off the floor. 

Moments later he came down the stairs with two towels for us. I asked about swimsuits and he playfully smirked at me, insinuating that we were gonna skinny dip in our pool for the first time. Noah went to turn on some music for us and turn on our patio lights. I quickly stripped myself and jumped into the pool, hoping our poor neighbours didn’t see anything. What a way to introduce ourselves to the neighbourhood. 

As I came up for air, Noah met me in the middle of the pool, instantly wrapping his hand around my neck and kissing me desperately. My tongue grazed his teeth as I felt his hands wander, keeping us a float as we enjoyed each other’s company. I started to grow cold, but Noah wanted to swim for a little longer. I wrapped myself up in a towel while I sat at the edge of the pool watching him. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, the way his tattoos glistened with the water, how his hair was perfectly slicked back from being wet. He was so beautiful. I still had to pinch myself to believe he was real and this was real. “Damn this pool is the perfect size.” Noah commented as he started to slowly swim towards over to me, making my heart pound in my chest as I anticipated his next move. He locked his somber eyes on me as he floated between my thighs, slowly moving them apart. 

“Noah what are you -“ 

“Shh.” He coos, kissing my inner thighs gently. “Bring yourself closer to me baby.”

Swallowing a lump in my throat, I did what he asked. He smirked as I got closer, practically hovering over the pools edge. I was met with his warm tongue and my eyes immediately rolled into the back of my head.

“Fuck, Noah, I -” 

I bit my lip to swallow my stifled moans. He brought my legs over his shoulders so he could get closer, licking my clit with the softest strokes. I laid back on the patio looking up at the sky but all I saw was the stars Noah was making me see. My body began to squirm as that all familiar feeling fluttered in my stomach as I got closer. He stayed persistent, talking me through my orgasm between breaths. My body became limp as I tried to gain my composure. Noah gently kissed between my thighs before sending me the sweetest smile. 

“I think I’m gonna love living with you.”

[hp-fanfic-archive]

Remus/Sirius Fluff Masterlist | Works With Less Than 5k Words [2/3]

find the masterlist directory here

last updated: 07/31/24 | links last checked: 07/31/24

*Going As Planned by lionturtles [G, 2k]

Camping, drinking, awkward kissing.

Have a BEARY Happy Valentine's Day by Amuly [T, 1k]

Valentine's Day during MWPP's 4th year happens to fall the day after a full moon. But it's Remus and Sirius' first Valentine's Day as a couple, so Sirius is determined to make it memorable.

*Heat by LadyAmina [T, 2k]

The summer air is too warm. The campfire isn't helping. Neither is Sirius's head in his lap. Neither is the burning blood in his veins. Remus is overwhelmed and something has to give.

Honey by Evandar [T, 1k]

Sirius’ reality has changed. And while he’s never needed sex to know that he loves Remus, now that they’ve done it, the world seems more concrete.

*Hopeless by OfficialStarsandGutters [G, 2k]

You see, it is all very sudden and unexpected. When they parted ways after fifth year, Moony was just good old Moony. Soft, warm, a little tattered around the edges; smelling of old books, chocolate, and a light wolfish undertone that Sirius has only been able to pick up on since Padfoot came around. Moony with his comfy, oversized jumpers, his cardigans, of all things (really, what teenage boy wears cardigans?), his common sense, dry wit, and secret wicked humour. But when they come back for sixth year, Moony is hot.

ice cream and swimming pools by beespiesandplaid [Not Rated, 2k]

James wears some obscene swimming shorts and Remus and Sirius quietly fall in love.

if you're gonna be the death of me that's how i wanna go by accioromulus [E, 1k]

Seventeen year-old boys do not fall in-love, especially with one another.

In The Middle by Blossomwitch [Not Rated, 3k]

James is the natural confidant of both Remus and Sirius. When they both swear him to secrecy on the same topic, James is stuck watching his friends pine for each other without being able to say a word to bring them together. A lesser man might shrink from the challenge of finding a way to break his promise without breaking his promise, but not James Potter!

It'll be okay by captainhurricane [G, 1k]

Being escorted to the Hogwarts-train by your anxious father figures wasn't on top of Harry's list of favourite things to do. (sequel to Into eternity)

Laundry by andonlythinkofme [T, 3k]

“If it makes you feel any better, I think your scar looks wicked.”

Letters by beespiesandplaid [Not Rated, 3k]

The summer is long and boring, so Sirius starts writing to Remus.

Light a Candle by orphan_account [G, 1k]

Remus has disappeared round dinner for the last three nights, and now Sirius is convinced his boyfriend is hiding something.

*Like Us As We Are by orphan_account [G, 4k]

When Lily drags Sirius to a Werewolf Rights rally, Sirius isn't sure what to expect. He certainly doesn't expect to fall for the head speaker with the adorable dimples and impossible curls. But who could ignore that passion? Certainly not Sirius Black.

*Love Online by NeonDomino [T, 2k]

Sirius is in love and wants nothing more than to finally hold his on-line boyfriend in his arms. James is convinced that Remus is really a fifty-year-old man who is misleading Sirius and refusing to meet because Sirius would find out the truth. The truth is much more simple. Remus is in love, but scared that if Sirius finds out how much time he spends in hospital, Sirius would leave him.

*Love Whilst Looking by orphan_account [G, 4k]

When a new shop opens up across from Remus' office, he starts to pine for the gorgeous baker. His affections are returned when Sirius and Remus start exchanging window notes to each other. Eventually Remus' best friend Marlene has had enough, and tells Remus it's time to take the next step, and with that courage, their entire worlds change.

Maple Syrup by iamsiriuslyriddikulus [E, 1k]

Domestic fluff.

Meeting The Guardians by jlpierre [T, 3k, Harry/Draco]

Will Draco meeting the 'Dad's', Sirius and Remus, go down well for Harry?

Miles To Go Before I Sleep by orphan_account [G, 4k]

Working the front door at a posh block of flats, Remus Lupin spends their nights watching the door, and occasionally taking a sleep-walking Sirius Black back to the arms of his flatmate. Pining quietly, everything changes for Remus one night when Sirius' sleep-walking leads to comfort and emotional revelations.

*mixed signals by dalembertio [T, 1k]

“Wait,” Remus says, looking at James through narrowed eyes. “What, exactly, did Lily tell you?” “That you fancy Sirius.” James pauses. “Wasn’t that what we were talking about?”

More Than You Could Possibly Know by WolfstarPups90 [T, 1k]

They were twenty years old, and they were in love and they should be together every single night like this instead of out fighting, unsure if the other was still alive or if they would come back.

Music Is Moonlight by orphan_account [G, 2k]

Make-up Artist Remus Lupin is both frustrated and desperately in love with petulant Rock Star, Sirius Black. Having pined for a year, he's content to let things be as they are, but Sirius has decided he's not having that any more.

Mutual(s) Pining by hue & reachthetree [T, 3k]

Sirius finds inspiration and lots of whale puns.

My Faithful Handyman by softiejace [T, 1k]

non-magic au in which Sirius gets harassed for putting on make up in the men’s room and Remus defends him

*Notice by Remy_Writes5 [T, 3k]

The Marauders need a new guitarist while Sirius's hand heals. Remus is more into classical music than Punk Rock. Somehow he finds himself joining the band anyway.

Number 4, Privet Drive by Manage_mischief [G, 1k]

Today is Harry's 5th birthday, and his godfathers have a surprise in store. AU: In which Sirius Black and Remus Lupin raise Harry, and Number 4 Privet Drive is his happy place.

*Of Motorbikes and McGonagall by sqvalors [G, 2k]

In which Remus does a lot of a eye-rolling, Sirius pushes his luck and Christmas turns McGonagall to their favour.

*Of Tinsel and Nice Starts by nerakrose [G, 2k]

Mysterious clouds and strange coffee abounds. Office romance.

*oil smudged by jackgyeoms [T, 3k]

modern au where remus is an art student and sirius is an unwitting model.

*On Behalf of the Souls by orphan_account [G, 4k]

When Remus gets into an unwitting row with a couple of drunk men at the pub, the last thing he expects is for the gorgeous person at the end of the bar to come to his rescue. But the Universe seems to be interested in seeing them together, as Sirius Black finds something he likes very much about Remus Lupin, and aims to keep him.

On Werewolves and Bisexuality by Knightfrog1248 [G, 1k]

In which the long-suffering Remus painstakingly explains to James what bisexuality is as they go down to the lake to tease the giant squid.

Once Upon A Time (A Wolfstar Fairy-tale) by WolfstarPups90 [G, 2k]

Sirius can't sleep. Remus tells him a story, and any characters, places and incidents portrayed are fictitious and any resemblance to persons dead or alive is purely by coincidence.

One + One = Four by little_werewolf [G, 3k]

The journey of how Remus and Sirius got puppies a family of their own.

*one for the road by rojohbi [G, 4k]

Piling into the car was uncomfortable and cramped, but there was something oddly satisfying about sitting on ratty blankets in the backseat, a box of fresh comfort food at his feet and Sirius’ legs splayed over his lap as the other backseat-inhabitant nestled himself into the corner and almost immediately began snoring. James met his eyes through the rearview, and this time when he saw the knowing smile, Remus smiled right back.

One Heart by cottonpadenthusiast [T, 1k]

Remus hates Valentine's Day. He has always been alone and this year is no different. With the whole of Gryffindor tower at the Valentine's party, Remus feels more alone than ever and the slight problem of being in love with Sirius Black seems ever more present on a day like today. However, after tonight, Remus might change his view on Valentine's Day…

Padfoot’s Seven Step Plan to Ensnare Moony for Life by Remy_Writes5 [T, 3k]

Sirius realizes during his fourth year at Hogwarts that he's in love with Remus. He decides to formulate "A Plan."

Paper Birds by nevermindgrantaire [G, 3k]

"Dust is dancing in the sunlight, the light filtering through the leaves and turning everything sunny yellow. It shines off Remus’ pale skin and makes him look even more pallid in comparison to the others. James is back from a holiday in some muggle town, tanned and skinny and grinning; brimming over with tales of hot local birds and the things they let him do to them on the beach. Sirius was with him too, he knows, but he is nowhere near as vocal in his boasting. He just lounges back against the tree, eyes heavy-lidded and smiling at nothing, last minute reading for McGonagall’s class balanced over his face as he drifts off in the summer heat." Remus is stressed, tired and in love with his best friend. All he wants is for things to work out ok, and for an explanation as to all the paper birds that seem to be following him everywhere he goes.

*Prompt No.46: Star by Anythingtoasted [T, 2k]

In which Sirius finds a record player.

Punk Rock Suburban by GoldandScarlett [G, 3k]

Sirius follows Remus around all summer because he is his screwed up self, James is touring Europe, and no one actually likes Peter.

*Puppy Love Forever by Amuly [T, 3k]

Sirius promises to love Remus forever, and means it.

*denotes personal favorites

[rjzimmerman]

480 Otis, a beloved brown bear made popular by the Explore.org bear cams of Alaska’s Katmai National Park and Preserve, hunts for salmon at a popular bear fishing spot known as “the jacuzzi” on July 20, 2014. Ed MacKerrow / In Light of Nature.

Since 2012, millions of viewers have tuned in to Explore.org’s bear cams of Alaska’s Katmai National Park and Preserve, and many of them can tell you that bear 480 Otis is a legend.

Otis has become the face of Fat Bear Week, an annual online bracket-style competition that celebrates the heft of the brown bears at Katmai’s Brooks Falls. At that waterfall, bears gorge on salmon to pack on the pounds in order to prepare for hibernation. This year will mark the tenth anniversary of the competition, which launched October 2. But the four-time Fat Bear Week champion, who is more beloved for his personality than his size, is missing.

Known as the “Zen master,” Otis practices patience and avoids conflict. As larger and younger bears battle it out for salmon in the “jacuzzi,” a competitive plunge pool directly beneath Brooks Falls, Otis sits in a shallow pool set apart from the action, waiting for the salmon to swim directly to him. In the remote southwestern Alaska wilderness, where human visitors hardly register as a significant factor of the landscape, Otis embodies the spirit of the park’s peacefulness, says novelist and ghostwriter Angel Canann.

“He’s kind of the grandfather of the place, really,” says Canann, who became involved with the bear cam community after a trip to the park in 2021. “All of the different factors about Katmai that make it the special, extraordinary, unusual and singularly amazing place that it is—he encompasses that in himself, and that’s one of the reasons everybody loves him so much.”

Otis has been reliably showing up to the falls since 2001, when he was first identified as a 4-to-6-year-old sub-adult. Each year around July, bear cam viewers anxiously anticipate his return, knowing the beloved elder bear is approaching the limit of his 20- to 30-year lifespan. Fans always breathe a big sigh of relief when Otis shows up to his preferred spot in the pool, which viewers have dubbed his “office,” says Stacey Schmeidel, a college public relations professional who has volunteered both in-person as a visitor interpreter at Katmai National Park and Preserve and online operating Explore.org’s nature cameras.

But Otis didn’t show up to the falls this summer, and rangers can’t account for his whereabouts. Bears in Katmai aren’t tracked by any method other than observation, and the nature cameras at Brooks Falls cover only about a mile and a half of the vast, 4.2-million-acre park, says Sarah Bruce, Katmai National Park and Preserve’s visual information specialist. As Fat Bear Week gets underway, fans are wondering what may have happened to the beloved bear.

Since Otis is an older bear and his absence is unusual, he may be deceased, says Mike Fitz, the resident naturalist for Explore.org and a former Katmai National Park and Preserve ranger who launched Fat Bear Week. Or Otis may have adapted to a different fishing spot elsewhere in the park. Fitz has seen bears that take a break from the falls for a season and return in following years. But they were all younger than Otis, he says. While cautioning he doesn’t know where Otis is, he says his instinct tells him Otis likely isn’t elsewhere in the park.

This year’s Fat Bear Week will likely be the first without Otis as a contender since its inauguration as “Fat Bear Tuesday” on Katmai National Park and Preserve’s Facebook page in 2014—which Otis won. Adult males usually weigh between 600 and 900 pounds in mid-summer, but they can chunk up to more than 1,000 pounds by fall. In the initial contest, the bear with the most likes and positive reactions on Facebook won.

The tournament celebrates fat as a sign of success for the bears, which must consume a year’s worth of food in six months in order to survive the loss of about a third of their bodyweight during hibernation. The week is a testament to the richness of the park’s ecosystem, which allows the bears to thrive. Katmai is home to a massive sockeye salmon run, and Brooks Falls provides a natural barrier to the fish migrating up Brooks River. The resulting salmon scramble amounts to a veritable bear buffet.

UPDATE:

Fat Bear Week was delayed by a few days because two other bears are missing. According to NPR: "Fat Bear Week, a celebration of brown bears’ survival instincts, brought a grisly reminder of the animals’ predatory nature on Monday, when a male bear, 469, killed a female, 402, at Katmai National Park & Preserve in Alaska." If you go to 9:45 on this video, you can see the start of the bear fight. She's clearly dead about a minute and a half later. Sad, but nature doing another nature thing we can't understand.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

FTM!Phil (2) Masterlist

part one

Adoration - binaryhowell

Summary: Soulmate!au (the name on the wrist kind, except they’ve known each other since Phil was 18)  where it’s Dan’s 18th birthday and he’s with Phil, and he’s scared to tell Phil that it’s not his name on his wrist. Phil has a secret of his own.

dysphoric days (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: It's one of those days.

don't say goodbye tonight (and leave forever) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: dan howell's just trying to finish his master's thesis but a plant and a very cute boy get in the way.

Exist (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: Phil is a trans man and thinking about transition and about his relationship with Dan.

gay straight alliance. (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: dan joins their college's gsa and unexpectedly falls in love with their president.

i’ll return as soon as possible (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: dan joins a soulmate match website because he’s impatient and tired

keep your feet on the ground (when your head's in the clouds) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan meets Phil at a party, except he doesn't really know that it's Phil.

morning light - switchdnp

Summary: 778 words of soft, drabbly, trans!phil smut

my heavy set of cares evaporates all around you (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: phil tries to propose to dan, but it flops.

no one's perfect, but we make our way out (ao3) - manchestereye (orphan_account)

Summary: a custody case introduces phil to dan howell, a family lawyer that gets close to him and his daughter.

Passing Stranger (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Part of him longs to be out there, under the hot Florida sun, in the refreshing water, swimming laps, letting his muscles stretch out. Who's he kidding? He just wants to be that boy in the pool, strong and effortless and carefree.

One of those days (ao3) - Nickerdoodle

Summary: When Phil gets put through some painful gender dysphoria, will he be able to cope alone?

Or will Dan have to rescue him?

Or the one where Dan is an awesome boyfriend and helps Phil out through his darkest moments.

Secret Identity - fireworkphan

Summary: Angsty trans!Phil

sickeningly sweet like honey (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: a year after dan and phil get together

Skirting Around the Subject -- a Phil Lester Gender Struggle (ao3) - TrashFan

Summary: It started as an accident, a series of small disasters that landed Phil standing in a train station in a skirt. From there, things seemed to spiral out of control. A google search here, a shopping trip there, and suddenly Phil is left not knowing who he is and what he wants for himself.

something wrong in the village (ao3) - itsmyusualphannie (itsmyusualweeb)

Summary: Fiona Lester has a secret. Dan Howell thinks they hate each other.

Dan meets an online friend and comes to realize something important about himself while juggling changing relationships with his parents, friends, and Fiona.

Training (ao3) - Aveysauce

Summary: Dan and Phil are beginning Dan's training as Phil's sub/little