#michael meters x male reader

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Late Highers

Michael afton x Reader.

Idea from my bestfriend! :) ( @whosleepy​ )​

Cw: drugs, teasing, cursing.

‘‘Oh, would you just fuck off.’‘ The door closed shut with a slam. you were ordered to throw the last garbage bag outside, the only problem. Having to go outside in a dark small alleyway at 2 am at night. It wasn’t that you were scared of the dark, it was the thought of whatever could be in the dark. One night you could get stabbed twenty times and be on the urge to survive and the other you could run into horny fucking teenagers who aren’t able to keep their hands off each other. 

Slopping your feet over the sidewalk with the breeze of the cold wind blowing itself on your arms. It was like it was doing it on purpose, knowing you were only in a shirt, black jeans, and an apron. you couldn’t help but get a stronger grip on the bag, your other hand gripping the fabric of your jeans. The garbage can was in sight, and it was just a couple of meters before you would reach it and was able to speed up and run back inside. Breathing in and out with force, trying to get the balls to do it makes you wander off into a specific place, your eyes scanning on whatever or whoever it was putting his weight against the stone wall. 

He seemed regardless unharmable, but you knew nothing more than to keep your head up. you sprint over to the garbage can but still in a smooth position to not make yourself look suspicious or like an absolute fool. Immediately regretting it with just the bare click coming from the shadows. you felt your heart pound in your chest as you turn your head to the side slowly and carefully. Only to be met with a brown-haired boy with scars all over his face. He was wearing a loosely purple shirt and black pants that look close to the ones you were wearing. 

Over the plain purple shirt were braces, secured by a big black belt. He was beyond beautiful and his taste in clothes was amazing, nothing like you’ve seen before. It suited his body, and his muscles and landed perfectly inside his pants. You felt your cheeks heat up and your heart still pounding, this time not from the fear of getting stabbed right here and now, although u were still alert. 

Your gaze met back up to his gaze, his eyes a beautiful blue. He had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, his fingers holding it in some scissors position. He curved his lips into a smile as he nods his head. ‘’Hi.’’ his voice sounded raspy but British and oh god, how your weakness was British male. you were sold right there in that position. He noticed you wandering off in your thoughts as he waved his hand that was in the pocket of his pants in front of your eyes, making you snap back into reality. He held his cigarette in front of him, closer to your chest as you weirdly looked at it. 

Some part of you told you to just take it, smoke, and sit down beside him, but you didn’t know if that was really what he was intending. At least, until he placed the back of the cigarette against your lips and motioned your mouth to open partly. Weirdly, you did. You were taking a goddamn cigarette from a handsome male you just randomly met in an alleyway close to your job. Not dangerous at all.

He held his cigarette in the same position, one of the fingers ‘accidentally’ touching your lips in the process, as you sucked on its paper and inhaled the smoke. You felt the smoke go through your throat smoothly, activating a nerve somewhere that knows where to get to your lungs. And then you simply cough, hoping the chemical firing feeling would get less by every bacteria you let out, but it doesn’t, it only gets worse.

‘‘Easy, Love.’‘ the male in front of you, now too close for your liking whispers in your ear, rubbing soft circles on your back. ‘‘Fucking-’‘ cough. The male starts to chuckle softly, feeling his eyes burn at the side of your head. ‘’Hell’‘ another cough left your mouth. You feel yourself gripping his arm, holding it there to prevent yourself from.. whatever. He slowly set you down against the cold floor and the chilly stone wall behind you, sliding down with you in the process. 

‘‘You okay?’‘ it took you a second to catch up with his oddly attractive voice and nod as you put your thumbs up. Dramatic reaction, you must say. But it was your first time, and probably the last after today, and you had no clue what to expect. He adjusted his position, making his knee groove over yours. ‘‘First time, hm?’‘ you shake the hair out of your face as a smile starts to form on your face. ‘‘Is it that obvious?’‘ 

‘‘Well, Yes..’‘ 

‘‘My apologies if I made you feel forced.’’ you turned your head to look at his face and see him doing the exact same, making a weird feeling appear in your stomach. You moved your hand towards the cigarette and took it from his soft grip around it, moving it up to your lips. You took a few seconds before once again parting your lips and blowing on them like an asthmatic person did on an inhaler. the smoke kept increasing and disappearing in your throat, forming a cloud of thin air in front of you. The male whose name you still didn’t get, and didn’t even bother asking looked at you in amazement, but even a blistering bit of guilt took over in his ocean-blue eyes.

as you feel your throat getting itchier again and you know you would just have a whole couch attack again, he tries to distract you from it, curious as to who he is looking at and sharing his cigarette with. He finds you still puffing and inhaling the smoke like dipping alcohol down your body. ‘’Okay, let’s just..’‘ he takes the cigarette from your hand and passes it over to his other, holding it as far away from you as possible. ‘‘..slow down a bit.’‘ you lean your head against the stone wall and try to catch your smoke-filled breath before feeling your eyes water and getting blurrier. Your blood felt warm but cold at the same time and you felt your head get lightheaded, the male's voice getting far away yet closer than anticipated. 

‘‘Well, Mysterious definitely getting high girl.’’ He started to chuckle louder than I heard him chuckle the first time. I started to believe he was getting high too, smoking the cigarette empty like it's a daily task.

‘’ What’s ur name?’‘ 

My eyebrows twitched and my eyes adjusted to his doubled face as I suddenly start to laugh like a psychopath looking at its next victim, like a maniac ready to twist someone's organs over and over again.

‘‘Y/n..’‘ you started to wheeze like crazy, trying to understand what the hell is going on with you and why you feel multiple emotions at the same time.

‘‘My name is Y/n.’‘ 

Cars were speeding by at the side of the road but still, the silence in between your embrace was quieter than you liked. ‘’Well, Y/n. Call me Michael.’’

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Alright, just to get this out, no hate for asthmatic people, I’ve got asthma myself. 

[michael-langdon-appreciation]

How Deep Is Your Love - A New Saga.

Jim Mason x Mermaid (AU)

Summary: All Jim Mason wants is to escape his turbulent in PV. Aurelia longs to find adventure beyond the sea. Once they collide together, their budding love becomes forbidden once Cornelius, King of the Ocean, learns his daughter is consorting with a human. 

Warnings: Open Ocean, things get dicey for Jim!

A/N: I cannot thank @codyfernmorelikedaddyfern​ enough for this brand new saga. She owns the original idea and we fangirled and came up with this legendary idea. This is an AU inspired by The Little Mermaid and will feature a cast of very familiar characters including Michael and Duncan. This is also the first time I have used a name for the ‘reader’ character. I hope you all enjoy, invest and love it as much as we do. 

Beautiful banner created by @codyfernmorelikedaddyfern​

JIM

The ocean is always calm first thing in the morning. Jim likes to be out as the sun rises, before the Bay Boys can get in the way and ruin the beauty of nature. His arms paddle Jim and his board out, a tiny wave swelling under him and lifting him as he bobs through the sea. Up ahead a dolphin’s tail arc out of the sea and a smile catches Jim’s lips. 

  Here he’s free. 

Out on the ocean, he’s home. 

He didn’t check the weather today, didn’t need to. The entire week had been a swell of sunshine and blue skies. Jim turns round on his board and lies his back against it, letting himself drift off into his dreams. The sun makes has his skin gleaming a healthy bronze as a wave laps against his board. Jim frowns, it’s bigger than the others. 

A rogue wave…it must be.

A raindrop falls on his shoulder and then another. Then another. The sky opens and rain hammers down, dark clouds circling above. The waves gather momentum, as if Poseidon himself had decided to reign down terror against him. Jim paddles and swims for shore, the waves lift and throwing Jim and his board forwards. The storm howls behind him, a wave nearly knocking him off his board.

He’s in trouble. Jim’s black wetsuit means no one can see him. 

The rain blurs his vision. He can hardly see a thing, just the momentum of the waves which to Jim’s horror are taking him further out to sea. His arms burn and then everything goes wrong. Jim’s board flips upwards, smacks him in the forehead and he’s in the water. He flails to stay above water, but wave after wave after wave crashes over him.

He can’t get enough oxygen. The leash on his surfboard is dragging Jim through the water, the current and waves are too much and his lungs are screaming along with every fibre and sinew in his body. 

He’s drowning. 

His arms work to try and free him from the leash and then pain unlike anything Jim has felt streaks through him. There’s blood in the water, blood and rain and rock and then…nothing. 

AURELIA

She’d always been adventurous. Aurelia loved nothing more than exploring an ocean that never seemed to end. There was a call to adventure around every coral reef, each fish with its own identity and ability to breeze through life. She was a saviour of the sea. Befriending those who were little and ready to go toe-to-toe with the predators who looked at her like she was a fine piece of plankton.

Today she’d swam far, disobeying her Daddy again and preferring to hitch a ride on Jigsaw’s fin. The Dolphin was as familiar to her as seaweed, Aurelia’s tail whipping behind her and cutting through the water as Jigsaw arced up and broke the water’s surface. Aurelia peeped above the ocean-line, a thrill licking her veins. Daddy always advised against their people going close to shore. 

What will they say to you? A girl out in the middle of the ocean? They will capture you. They will hurt you. We stick to our own kind. 

But the world above was ever-changing. The sea only held so much for her. Unable to swim lower than The Midnight Zone, forced to remain in the well-lit parts of the ocean or risk her lungs exploding, there was little Aurelia in her twenty-five years had not seen. 

But she would never show her tail. 

She’d kill someone before they saw her fully. 

Above her, the clouds had begun to darken. Aurelia glanced over at Jigsaw, who made a click and she nodded, diving back down with the dolphin. Better to get deep enough to avoid all bad weather till it had passed. Finding a flat rock, Aurelia stretched out, watching as her friend swept up small pieces of food, diving in and out of the coral. Her fingers swept over some of the Sea Anemones who bristled at her touch. A little further, some of the coral was stark white and bleached. 

A pang filled her heart as Aurelia’s gaze lifted upwards, towards the patter of rain hammering the top of the ocean. 

Humans will never understand. 

If it weren’t for Jigsaw, the board would have hit her. Her friend’s nose pushes hard into Aurelia’s ribs, steering her clear as the board cuts through the water above them. The water tumbles and rocks Aurelia as the storm intensifies above. A body is flung through the water, an arm smacking Jigsaw who whistles in indignation. 

A human…this far out? 

Aurelia knows the US shoreline is a good seventy miles from where they are. She can taste the current, whipped into a frenzy by the storm. Jigsaw has already swum after the human, his instincts kicking in. Aurelia is quick to follow, beating her tail and entering the current. Spurred on, she catches up easy as the board with its human slow to a stop. The human is unconscious, male. The body curls in and then expands in the water, just a couple meters above the surface. 

Aurelia halts, he could already be dead. 

Jigsaw swims under the body and pushes upwards, carrying the man to the surface. The board rises with him. Its then Aurelia realises the man’s ankle is attached. 

A surfboard.

She’s seen them often. Humans who ride the waves with little care for their lives in order to get a thrill. They know nothing about the ocean, or what lives inside it. She tugs at the leash as Jigsaw lies flat, giving the surfer some much needed oxygen. Aurelia tugs again and the leash releases, freeing the man as the board starts to drift. Catching it, the mermaid transfers the man from Jigsaw’s back to the board. He’s heavy, weighed down by water as she hoists her body onto the board. Her tail dips out of the water as she positions the surfer and begins to slide back into the water. 

He’s a beautiful boy. Eyes shut, but with full lips and skin bronzed from the sun. He’s new and exciting, even if he might be dead. Aurelia looks to Jigsaw again, who splashes the surfer with a flipper. The dolphin is quick to circle round, impatience and concern brewing as he whistles low again. 

‘We have to try.’ Aurelia murmurs. ‘We should get him to shore.’ 

The dolphin seems to share the idea. His nose pressing against the surfboard as Jigsaw pushes them through the water. It’s hard-work, his tail beating fast as Aurelia swims beside him. A protectiveness swells inside her, for the surfer and her bestest friend. 

No one else would save him with her. No one else would understand. 

The surfboard rolls up against the sand and stills, unable to move anymore. Jigsaw’s nearly beached himself as he slides back into the water. Aurelia hesitates, looking round for humans. 

There’s none. The houses overlooking the beach are motionless and quiet. 

The boy will still die if she doesn’t do something. 

Jigsaw clicks a warning as Aurelia crawls along the beach, abandoning the safety of the shallows. Her fingers brush some hair out of the surfer’s eyes, a hand running down his chest and pressing. She unzips his wetsuit down as far as she can and starts to pump, instincts carrying her as water spits out of the surfer’s lips and nose. His ankle is raw from the leash, Aurelia’s hand travelling down to run her fingers along the wound. The song leaves her lips as she works, a hummed lullaby from her childhood. The wound dissipates, flesh melding together, the redness leaving as the song blooms inside her. 

Music held so much healing, Aurelia’s head tilting up to the sun as she peers down at the surfer’s toned body. How she’d like to keep just this one. Give in to her urge to lure him back to sea and keep him with her forever. 

Her song dies as the surfer’s eyes open. Blue, crystalline and confused. 

JIM 

His head feels fogged, as if there is literal water on his brain. He squints, despite the cloudy, dull day as a balm numbs his every sense. Someone’s touching him. Someone’s got him wrapped in a blanket of beauty, soft green eyes capturing his own as he stares up at the woman bending over him. 

She’s more beautiful than heaven, looking down on him.

Her eyes crease in fear, but Jim’s already roamed down her figure, past the little sea-shell bra that covers her breasts to her…the girl darts back into the water as Jim surges upwards. His body drives him forwards on pure adrenaline. He’s coughing up more water and the world tilts and he’s crying out for her, ‘NO WAIT!’ 

Her tail, iridescent arcs up and disappears as Jim’s left coughing in the shallows. A tiny wave licks at his chest and he scrambles backward away from the water. 

He was lazing about. The clouds. The storm. The…he turns back to his surfboard, hardly scratched apart from the broken leash. 

The girl. 

She…saved him?

Jim gets to his feet, shaking. He wants to find her, but…no. 

They’re not real. 

He’s hallucinated. 

He’s probably dead after all. 

It wouldn’t surprise him. 

‘JIM.’ His head turns as a punch lands at his shoulder. Blonde hair and furious, Medina glowers at him. ‘Tell me you were not out in that storm.’ 

Jim pulls his twin close, hugging her fiercely. ‘I’m sorry.’ 

‘You’re an idiot.’ She cries, head burrowing into his shoulder. ‘Please, Jim. No more stupid ideas.’

‘I know.’ He says, ‘I didn’t know there was going to be a storm.’

‘You’re lucky you’re not dead.’ 

Jim knows he is. His gaze lifts back out to the ocean, scanning the horizon to see any glimpse of her. 

There.

She’s watching him, half her body lying on a rock. She’s trying to hide from him and failing miserably. Beside her a dolphin swirls in a figure of eight. 

Jim lets Medina pull him back to the house, back to his Mom and the spending and reality. He knows he should feel terrified by the ocean, from what just happened. But as he sits on the couch, leaving a wet-patch Mom is sure to kill him for, Jim’s only thought is when he can get back out there again. How he can find her. 

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