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deepestnightcolor · 8 months ago

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Hello! I just recently found your account while searching for alex/reader and love your one-shot of him!!! I was wondering if you could do another of him and reader and their lead up to a relationship? I haven't seen many of fics with and reader sadly wish he had more! And maybe a Lil freaky deaky scene? Obviously no rush or if your not wanting too! Love your sam fics too❤️❤️

ᴀ/ɴ: Hello there!~ Thank you so much for your request and the Alex love! We must admire our athletic king, mustn't we? I have a little something here for you, the freaky deaky scene might follow at some other point! I started it off with somethin' in my mind and then it got all fluff and mushy...I hope you will enjoy either way! <3

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Alex (SDV) x GN!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 1973 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: we like some good ol' fluff, I have decided.

☾ ᴇɢɢᴇᴅ ☽

Alex had always thought that he would only have three priorities in life: Working out, gridball, and his family. Sure, he had had interest in some people here and there – Hayley, for example. She was pretty, and they sometimes were able to share some good times, but it never seemed to go deeper. Some of the guys in town had also made him curious, yet he always felt… a lack of motivation to pursue things after a while. Nothing enthralled him more than these three priorities, and he was a man of principles, simple as that.

That was until a certain farmer decided to take reign over the old, abandoned farm. At first, he didn’t think much of it. A new farmer, so what? You weren’t even living in Pelican Town, but outside of it. He was pretty certain that you wouldn’t ever really become a big part of the community, living in sticks of the sticks like that. Of course, he was polite when you actually swung by. Nodded his head at you, sometimes he even said “hey”. That didn’t mean he paid much attention to you, though. At least that was what he was telling himself.

Something about you always made his head turn, no matter what. Whenever he caught you out of the corner of his eye, he would crane his neck to get a better look at you. He found it amusing that you ran around town with whatever you had farmed that day, dirt covering your sweet, reddened cheeks and sturdy hands. He would watch you as you went to the beach, just to return with buckets of fish hours later. His eyes followed your path to the blacksmith’s house to get Yoba knows what upgraded or whatever geodes you had found broken open. He decided it was your determination that caught his eyes, nothing more, nothing less. After all, you were building up a ruin of a farm with your bare two hands, filling it with the life it hadn’t seen in years.

That theory didn’t last long, either. It ended when you stopped in your tracks one day and gave him this look. It was one of consideration, of doubt. Yet the fog seemed to lift, and instead of uncertainty, a smile blossomed on your plump lips. You crossed your arms behind your back while you approached the athlete, tipping your head to the side as you stood right in front of him. And fuck, didn’t you look adorable? Alluring, almost, with the way you fluttered your lashes at him. A sense of friendly innocence radiated from you, and it hit him right in the gut. “Hey. It’s Alex, right? I have met your grandparents.” It was unfair, really. Even your voice seemed to be drenched in honey, immediately luring him into a conversation he hadn’t been interested in having. “Yeah, Alex…So, you are the new farmer.”

You gave him a grin; one of the kinds he always found attractive. It was challenging, but still so, so polite. “Have you seen any other person running around with dirt on their cheeks?” Alex whistled through his teeth, cocking his brows at the sudden sass being thrown his way. “Alright, then, I guess that answers it.”

The grin on your face didn’t falter in the slightest, quite the opposite. You seemed to enjoy that you had thrown him off guard, that you had made an impression that he hadn’t expected. You let him simmer in silence for a while, before revealing the egg you had hidden behind your back. Given the way his eyes lit up, you assumed you had hit the nail on the head with that one. “My chicken Cluck and Brood were busy, and now I have some extra. Do you want an egg?” The smile that spread on Alex’s face was big, and you were quite sure that you had seen something shift in him. “Really? Yeah, thank you! They are great sources of protein!” He took the egg with a gentleness that took you by surprise. “Yeah, it is no pro-“ The sound of an eggshell meeting a set of pearly whites shoved your words back down your throat. You watched in horror as the brunet broke the shell of the egg and slurped its contents down his throat. What horrified you even more was the sole fact that he didn’t even seem to find the taste disgusting or off-putting, quite the opposite – he seemed to enjoy the taste of raw egg. Which indicated… that he had done this before. Alex apparently didn’t take note of your expression, or if he did, he was used to it and had decided to pay it no mind; he licked his lips like you would after having your favourite dessert. “That was great, thank you, farmer!” He grinned, giving your back a clumsy smack. “I’ll see ya ‘round.” Alright, maybe Alex had thrown you off guard. Yet that wasn’t a problem, because he had been right in one assumption about you – you were determined.

Alex hadn’t expected for you to return this fast, and what he had been expecting even less was you showing up to him working on his gridball techniques – at least that was what he called it; usually he just threw the ball for Dusty to fetch it, just like he was doing now – but there you were, propping yourself up on the fence and throwing a smile in his direction. For a moment. Alex didn’t quite know what to do, so instead of ending his little workout session, he threw the ball again, waving in your direction. “He can go far,” you noted, shielding your glistening eyes from the sun as you watched the animal chase after the ball with great elan. The brunet grinned a little at your comment, pearly whites showing for a split second. “’Course he can, he’s got a great buddy to train with.” “Huh, is that so?” You asked back, mustering the egg in your hand. “Is so.” “So…you could even train someone as incompetent at sports as me?” That had piqued Alex’s attention. He walked over to the fence, green eyes now falling on the gift you had brought him. “Mh…maybe. You’ve got potential, after all. We would probably need to get you to eat more protein,” he began, thick fingers of a large hand wrapping around the animal produce you were holding out. The egg looked tiny in his hand; it would have been possible for you to become distracted by the way he managed to shrink a large chicken egg to one of the size of a quail’s if you weren’t so focused on the words that were about to tumble out of his mouth. “Maybe you could start out with eggs as well?” There it was, the words you had been anticipating and yet hoping he wouldn’t say them. Still, the way he was seriously considering it as if anyone else in this small town ate raw eggs made him kind of endearing to you. “Oh…uh. Maybe. You know, I will start with…uh, something less crunchy? Leave the eggs to the pros like you?” A grin appeared on his face again, warm palm landing on your shoulder with a small smack. “You get it, farmer.” There was an appreciation in his voice that he would have never expected to carry. But then again, he hadn’t gotten up this morning and awaited a sweaty farmer bringing him yet another chicken egg, had he?

You were working yourself into his routine; slowly, but surely. You weren’t set in stone like his strict workout regime, but he knew that at some point, you would show up. Sometimes you caught him in the middle of weightlifting – he had grown accustomed enough to you to allow you to wander into his room -, sometimes you met him while he was walking Dusty. Talking to you came easier and easier, not that he had any trouble talking to anyone, but he just felt…more comfortable. Finding someone that got him, that didn’t necessarily have high expectations. Someone who genuinely cared. That’s why he was hoping that you would find him today. He was sitting at the beach, cradling a music box that seemed so delicate in contrast to Alex’s broad shoulders, chest, and strong arms. A soft melody chimed from the box, luring him into some sort of trance that he was never able to break free from for some reason. He just had to stare, and stare, and stare. Every now and then he also wondered, wondered if his life could have gone differently, better. He loved his grandparents; he loved them with all his heart! But sometimes… sometimes he wondered if he had had a better chance at life- “Alex? You okay?” Something heavy and warm was placed on his shoulder, making the tall man snap upwards just to see your face. You gave him a smile, one that he had grown fond of in the past months. “Oh, hey.” “Sorry, I didn’t want to startle you, but you didn’t react to all my screaming, so I just- I wanted to check up on you.” Alex gave you a smile. It looked strained, but also so, so lost. It made you sit down next to him slowly, keeping your hand on his shoulder, arm now wrapped around the muscular broadness of his back. Much to your surprise, Alex rested his head down on you, green eyes trained on the ocean, following the draw and pull of the waves. The melody from the music box still filled the air with its soothing gentleness, though also thickening it, leaving the bitterness of memories and hopes that were never fulfilled behind.

Your head slowly dropped on the brunet one’s, allowing him to bask in the silent comfort he seemed to need. At some point, his hand wrapped around yours, a deep sigh leaving his lips. “Sometimes, when I miss her…I come here, playing the music box. It brings back what little of an image I got to create of her…makes me feel close.” You hummed, allowing your eyes to wander about the delicate box. The tune was still playing, the little figurine starting yet another round on its little spring. “And I feel weird about it sometimes. I know she’s gone, after all. So why should I keep doing this?” “Because it makes you feel better, you don’t need any more reasons,” you answered, words l

rolling off your tongue in a velvet “matter-of-fact” voice. Alex seemed to relax a little, his gaze falling back on the box as if he only now had dared to look at it again.

“See, that’s why I like you.” “Like me?” You asked, genuine surprise coating your words, sticking to them in a way that made it impossible to hide it. It was such an abrupt change of topic – not that it didn’t intrigue you. “Yeah, ‘course. Didn’t you notice?” Well, there had been a change in Alex’s demeanour towards you, like you had hoped. He had been more open, more…interested. There weren’t only talks about him anymore, and he didn’t act like you were a simple source of petulance while he was doing what actually mattered to him. “Huh, I thought I was bad at readin’, and now here you are, suckin’ at readin’ signs.” It was a weak attempt at humour, making your fingers wrap around his more tightly. “You became one of my priorities and didn’t even realize.” Hands closing tighter around one another’s’, you smiled to yourself. “I knew the eggs would get you.”

So maybe Alex did have four priorities, and for once, the thought didn’t make his stomach churn. For once it made him feel settled, and soft. Like he could be soft. Like he deserved to feel.

#sdv #stardew valley #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley farmer #sdv fanfic #fanfic #sdv alex x alex #sdv alex #sdv alex x reader

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vinetae · 2 years ago

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Only fans jk x y/n ( f ) with twt link

Ooooo, first time with a porno themed smut!

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Peaches and Cream - (M)

Genre: Pornstar/onlyfans amateur!Jungkook x Professional Pornstar/onlyfans!Reader

Summary: Jungkook got the chance of a lifetime to hang out with the whole reason he even got into the por- 'content creator' industry in the first place.

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: Handjobs, blowjobs, MOMMY KINK, Subby!Jungkook, Dom!Reader, mommyfigure!Reader (Literally I want her as my mommy but not mom ya feel me?)

A/N: This didn't really take long. The tittle will make sense later on (was originally gonna be Jungkook's OF username but I think that idea's already taken. well, what's not lmfao.)

Had to listen to some HARD Doja Cat during all of this.

Might feel a little rushed but it's 3am guys-

Recommended song for this little drabble:

Naked - Doja Cat

Options (feat.JID) - Doja Cat

Freaky Deaky - Doja Cat

(and ofc) - Blood, Sweat, and Tears - BTS

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His hand reaches out to adjust the camera. Clicking all kinds of buttons and switches to make sure the shots would be perfect. His arms flex, showing off each and every inch of his tattoo sleeve. Just when he's about to start the shoot, a notification pops up in the bottom of his screen. Clicking on the little squared box, his set upon his favorite 'content creator' wearing a black, lacy set. The fabric wraps around each and every one of her curves, dipping in the middle to show a peak of her cleanly kept bits.

He lets out a low groan, hand unconsciously sliding into the set boxer-briefs he'd slipped on prior to his own shoot. His palm wraps around the length of his cock, making a few drawn out stokes just to tease himself a bit. His thumb brushes over the slit of his tip, a chill sends up his spine at the feeling. His free hands reaches out, clicking on the 'start' button to film. He's quick to pan the camera even lower, revealing the casual-classic black set briefs he'd displayed. His screen's split into two, each one with it's own purpose.

Much like his hands right now.

"Mmm, fuck" He groans, hips rising up to meet his palm. The elastic of his boxers had been lowered just enough to show the base of his cock to tease the fans. He sets his voice to a deep, grunt-filled tone to please his audience.

"Mmmm fuckk. Oh yeaahh." His voice strains the best of his register, really wanting to go for that gruff and cold tone.

Curtains have to match the drapes, as they say.

His eyes flash towards the camera reading the comments.

'OMGGGGG how the fuck is this man's dick so pretty-'

'fuck me daddy 😵'

'I wish i was thereeee'

'fuck he's so pretty-'

'@Alicasheangel you can't even see his fucking face lmfao'

'@banshesthewoman idfk i just know he's beautiful'

'Siiiiimmmmmppppp'

'daddy?sorry. daddy? sorry. daddy? sorry-'

He silently chuckles to himself. His small fandom had always been horny crackheads but- damn.

His free hand reaches upwards, carding his finger through the sweaty locks of his hair. By that, the chat comments go off. It looked to be more than 1,000 comments coming in at once. He barely had any time to catch them.

'I WANNA MARRY UR DICK MY GOOD SIR-'

Jungkook accidentally lets out a small laugh, making his fans go crazy over the little clench his abdomen does. Comments flew left and right and if Jungkook was being honest, it had made his head a little dizzy to try and read.

His voice registers low, trying to maintain the sexy and alluring aura he'd try putting out. "Do I need a top hat?" He teases. The chat's soon filled with just hearts, fire emojis and winky/kissy faces.

'THIS MAN IS A DOM AND NOBODY CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE'

'LITERALLYLYYYYYYY AHH HE'S GONNA FUCKING KILL ME'

'this man can run me over, take both my kidneys, douse me in gasoline and set me on fire, and step on my nipple and I'd say thank you'

'@Tommysheaintit LMFAO GIRL WUT-

'@Busan-sbadest97 Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease'

He felt the base of his cock starting to twitch. More pre-cum leaking out of his slit. He prepares what he'd referred to as the 'c-hum bucket'. It had just been a little dollar-store purchase for his load hold.

His hips stagger with instability. Rising off the edge of his bed, he's quick to make a few body roll against his palm before a string of hot cum trails down the entirety of his softening cock. He reaches for the off-set towel he'd prepared earlier, wiping his hands clean of the warm substance. Before turning the live off, he decides to raise one of his sticky fingers, sucking on the lengthy digit between his two plush lips. He bends over just so that the camera can pick up the sight of his finger sucking and nothing more.

After let the commenters roll out, he shuts down the camera, unplugging it completely before falling backwards into his bed. Reaching for his phone, he scrolls through his other notifications before the same girl's from before had popped up.

XPeachyPrincessX: What's better than pet-play? Pet-slay. Check out my new posts here - Onlyfans.com/xpeachyprincess//new-sets-by-peachy

Jungkook clicks on the link, checking out his favorite creator's new uploads. The photos take a hot minute to load -courtesy of his wifi- but once they load, his mouth drops at the sight. She'd been doing a lot of Lolita themes so far, but this had been something completely different. Her ass had been stuck in the air, a fluffy little bunny tail had been strapped around her waist. The matching bunny ears tuck behind her cute -real- ears.

His thumb hovers over the message button.

Would she even be interested in him? She probably had a million hotter guys fucking her all of the time.

If Jungkook was being honest, Peachy had been his first motive -and really, only- to starting his own Only Fans. He saw how good the pay was, and he'd always been told how good-looking he was from people on the streets. As well as being blessed with a exponentially large dick for his ahem-

Stereotype.

He sucks in a breath, thumb still stuck in the air right above the 'message' icon. He thinks for a few seconds, before deciding to go for it. After a few -20- minutes of typing out his carefully crafted message, he'd sent it.

Now to just wait.

He throws his phone to the side, letting out a drawn out sigh. He knew she's a busy woman. With all of the spam messaging, DMs and comments she gets she'll probably ignore him comple-

Ding.

He rushes to open the app, seeing one new notification.

From: XPeachyPrincessX

Oh, hey I know you! My follows were wanting us to collab for a while now. Had to look you up but I'll say, B. You're impressive. I like the aesthetics you go for. So, when would you want to meet up?

He couldn't believe it. The woman he'd been dying to meet, was offering a collaboration. No, not like the ones YouTubers do.

But you could already figure that out.

He jumps off, carding his hands through his hair so roughly, he's afraid he might go bald sooner than he's thought. He takes in a few deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart as he types back.

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After a few weeks of going back and forth with details, locations, and dates, Jungkook had finally arrived. The place had been hidden in the shadows of two taller buildings to keep it nice and secluded. He takes in a deep breath before opening the door.

His eyes follow upon all different kinds of sets. A little police station tucked in the corner, a woman with barely anything but handcuffs around her hands had been pressed up against the wall by a tall, brooding man. He too, had almost nothing to cloth himself with.

"Hey, B!" A voice becks him over. He flashes a long smile, watching as the woman comes jogging up to meet him. She too has an adorable smile.

How he's never seen it? Well, this wasn't a Only Smiles company.

"Nice to finally meet you, B." His eyebrow quirks at the name. "B?" She smiles, nodding.

"Can't risk using our real names here. Ya know, safety and shit. They usually call me Peaches, so you can too if you want. Or something else if you'd prefer." He nods, watching the cute little dimples dip onto her cheeks, making her appear even more youthful.

His eyes flash up, seeing a woman following behind Peaches, a large makeup bag carried in her other arm. Peaches apologizes, allowing the small woman to finish doing her cute, doll-like makeup. The woman's gaze focuses on his.

"Come." She motions him over to sit in the setup chair. He takes a seat, watching as Peaches makes her way over to the spotlights to talk with the director for a few moments.

After his makeup had been complete, the woman offers a mirror. He nods, admiring her excellent skills in cosmetics. Peaches returns, a shoulder peaks out from her silky black robe. Jungkook's throat tightens at the sight. Of course he'd been naked on camera before, but they had always been solo acts.

"Alright- woah.." She stops, eyes widening at his harsh look.

"Is..is it bad?" He questions, already reaching for the little makeup wipes on the table. She chuckles, head shaking from left to right.

"No, looks amazing. Hot for sure. Alrighty," She comments, the tint on Jungkook's cheeks flush even deeper. She turns her phone's screen, showing him all of the ropes.

As they make their way through the doors, his eyes set upon the most erotic and sensual set he's ever seen. A light pink backdrop had been laid out, a mini-fridge sat upon a small block to rise the little, barbie sized cooler about a foot up or two.

"So, as you could already tell, the theme's Peaches and Cream." He nods, eyes taking in all of the colorful sights to admire. She slides her phone into her purse off set before hearing the director yelling something. A bell rings, as someone comes up behind Jungkook, removing his clothes quickly.

He felt very bare and awkward, but Peach's extended hand made a warm sensation bubble in his stomach, settling his nerves.

They direct him over to her bent over figure. Her ass teasing his hardening cock on sight. She'd bent over as instructed, pretending to reach for a little thing inside the mini-fridge, a shocked expression plasters her doll-like features. They guide Jungkook behind her, shooting a short little video for a cover.

He leans over as well, not really sure of what to do.

"Back hug me." She says through her shocked face. He's quick to follow They pan the camera down to catch her face.

After a few takes, they switch positions. The director had told her to lay between his legs, an exaggerated, shocked expression once again paints her features.

Her hands brush the sides of his knees, making his thigh tense from sensitivity. A cute giggle exits from her plump lips.

"Cold?" She glances back, questioning with a soft look. He shakes his head. She leans back a bit, whispering into his ear.

"Peaches and cream, get it?" Jungkook laughs at the dirty play-on-words, nodding.

"Great shoot guys!" Jungkook sighs, taking a seat down next to the staff's food table. The ton all start clapping, rolling out the cameras and mics to protect their pricings. She'd been talking to the director for the past ten minutes now. His all-too-close touches never go unnoticed by Jungkook's green eyes.

Yes, he has brown.

He reaches out, trying to grab a little rice cake before the platter's snatched away. He lets out a sigh, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. She had looked so calm and professional.

He probably looked so stupid.

He goes to stand up, making his way to the door before a sweet voice calls out to beck him over. "Ju- B! Where you going?" He shrugs, fainting a little cute smile. She pouts, arms crossing at his obvious forced smile.

"I'm kinda tired." She holds out a little pastry, his face imminently lighting up at the sight. He grabs the little dessert, taking a large bite. That puts a smile on her face.

"I'm sorry for the staff.. They're kinda harsh on newcomers." He nods, holding a thumbs up. She chuckles, brushing her fingertip over the stickiness of his bangs.

"You still tired?" She questions, a little smirk toys the corner of her lip. He shakes his head.

"Why?"

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"Oh wow.." He gawks, admiring her large, and pristine apartment complex. She giggles, pressing the remote, the curtains drawing close to block the sunset's final good-bye.

"Woah!" His eyes widen like saucers, acting like a little kid at a amusement park for the first time.

She sets the remote down, shrugging the robe off her shoulders, stepping out of her little fluffy, hot pink laced set she'd worn for the shoot.

"They don't have these back where I li-" His jaw drops at the sight. The hot pink two-piece lays lifelessly on the floor, circling her high-heeled soles. A smirk presses her smooth lips.

"Bet they don't have this either." She teases, striding over to where he stood. She pushes lightly against his chest, making him fall backwards onto the pristine white of her sectional. She kneels down, hands toying with the zipper of his jeans.

"Wait wait wait-" He grabs her hands, stopping her motions. Her eyebrow quirks at the halt.

"What's wrong?" His throat dries at the scene. His all-time favorite content creator had been kneeled between his thighs, willingly wanting to suck his dick-

"I just- are you comfortable?" His question makes a smile appear on her face.

"Wow.." She chuckles. Jungkook swears he could see a tomato-tint creep up on her caked on cheeks.

"Nobody really asks that anymore.." His head tilts in concern. "Well- it's just the respectable thing to do." She nods, unbuttoning the clasp on his pants once more.

"That makes me wanna suck you off even more." His eyes widen, hands trying to stop her. "Wait- Peaches uh-"

She licks her lips, watching the length of his cock bob up to rest in mid-air.

"It's Y/n." She coos before wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock. He groans, knuckles fisting white as his mouth parts.

"Y-Y/n.." She smirks, bobbing her head at a quicker rate. The rest she couldn't fit in the space of her mouth, she wrapped her palm around his base to jerk the rest off. His hips rise up, meeting her bobs in unison. She chuckles, using one free hand to rub gentle circles into his thick thighs. She releases, popping off as a string of saliva and pre-cum bridges from his tip to her lips.

"Shhh, it's okay Kook." He moans out, abdomen clenching at her soothing voice.

"K-Kook?" She nods, applying kitten-like licks to his squishy tip.

"Jungkook. It's shorter." Her voice lowers a few registers as a smirk teases her lips.

"Easier to moan."

His head lulls back, mouth dropping at the amazing feeling. His legs spread wider unconsciously, as her hand comes to cup his balls, massaging them gently. His hand reaches out, pulling and pushing forwards, debating on whether if it was okay for him to touch her.

She smiles, guiding his hand to the crown of her head. "You can grip me if you want, baby." He nods, hands taking no hesitation in gripping at her dyed roots. His moans grow in volume, hips rising more as he feels his high creeping up like a car to a stoplight.

"Y/n- I-" She nods, moving her closed hand along the length of his throbbing cock. "Use your words, sweetie. Tell mommy what you need."

His chest pants heavily, thighs tensing from holding back the release he so wanted. "I- cum-"

She squishes his tip, watching as a little bit more of his sticky pre-cum drips from his slit. "You what?"

"Mommy please- Please let me cum- oh fuck.." She grins, engulfing his entire cock in one go. He cries out, throwing himself against the couch's end. Hand gripping tightly at her roots, as if he was holding on for dear life. The pace her hands had been going at went ten times faster, as the coil snapped inside stomach. Beads of hot cum shoot out onto the dips and creases of her face. Some, getting in her line of sight.

"Oh- oh fuck wait-" He stands up, rushing to find anything to clean her up with. He grab a few dry paper towels, wiping the sticky substance from her entire face.

"Mmm, such a gentleman, Kookie." He blushes, wiping the last bit of his juices from her face. She flashes him an adorable smile, making his own return once more.

"I'm sorry.." He apologizes profusely. She chuckles, shaking her head. "For what? You were the kindest guy I've fucked so far."

"Really?" She nods, making Jungkook's heart ache a twinge.

"That's just common courtesy.." She sits down on the couch, leaning back in exhaustion.

"Common courtesy, not so common."

The two both laugh at that, ending the night with two hot chocolates and a whole bunch of industry gossip.

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Okay I'm considering making a part two because I thought I didn't like the mommy kink but- oh God..

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! DM me for more requests (Please ask nicely.)

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lordprettyflackotara · 6 months ago

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me writing a freaky deaky lil one shot of masky w his gun teehee🙈🙈🙈

#tara’s thoughts

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charro-jellybean · 9 days ago

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NOW WHO TF WAS GONNA TELL ME NOSFERATU WAS FREAKY AS SHIT.

Spoilers btw….

Cause tell me why I decided to invite my parents out to go see it Christmas Eve cause I was like “Yk what ima be nice and pay for their tickets cause they’re busting their ass paying for school” and so we went. we also brought my 6 year old brother cause he loves “scary” movies. Yk and the reason why I invited my mom was because she was a teen mom so we grew up with movies like twilight and watching shows like vampire dairies. When I got older she eventually watched Dracula with me and gave me the book to read. (THIS IS IMPORTANT)

After a long as line to get popcorn, we sat down in our seats which was front and center cause we decided to go last minute. My mom was talking about how she was excited cause this was a trope we grew up with and she was excited to expose my little brother to it too cause if my dad and brother had to suffer through it so did he at the ripe age of 6.

And oh boy was he exposed to it CAUSE TELL ME WHY FREAKING LILY ROSE DEPP STARTED MOANING FIVE MINUTES IN. It wasn’t a“aww poor thing she’s in pain” kind of moan, IT WAS A FULL ON COOCHIE GETTING IT KIND OF MOAN.

And we were front row so you know we were getting that shit 4k.

I do not exaggerate when I say that we had to cover my brother’s ears and eyes every 5 minutes cause this hoe was getting it. There was one scene where she was having “visions” (?) and one minute she was on the shore of the beach and then next she was sitting down in the ocean with her legs spread????

Anyways at the end of the movie when the credits rolled my mom said it was ass and I shot that down cause ain’t no way I payed $90 something dollars for you not to enjoy Lily Rose Depp and Nicholas Hoult getting freaky deaky front row.

7/10

(Taking off points cause I had to apologize to my parents in the car)

#nosferatu #nosferatu 2024 #christmas eve #movie review

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thornswoggled · 3 months ago

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105 stream of consciousness, lets get it

what a whammo of an opening shot. this hits different if you read ghost and witch

JASMINE SMASHING THEM INTO A GOO PILE HELP???? HELP ME.... HEEEEELP..... HEEEEEEEEELP.....

second time weve had puppies on a cover in recent times. first was 102 with chise and ruth lying in a puppy pile. and then of course there was the egg/baby bird imagery in 103. baby animals on baby animals. i know yamazaki just likes dogs, but im sure theres symbolism there

i fucking knew we were gonna start with a flashback to get the full story on what happened at the end of 100

can i draw your attention to the fact that in this flashback, jasmine is wearing a big white sweater on top of a black collared shirt, and chise in the present is wearing a big black sweater on top of a white collared shirt. im telling you man. white dragon vs red dragon. the parallels are paralleling

rian questioning if jasmine is a sleigh beggy is really interesting. and "thats the law" about sleigh beggys being kept housebound. theres laws among alchemists about that? why is chise allowed to wander about, then? because shes a mage so it doesnt apply to her, probably. you cant make a mage follow the law of an alchemist

lil fella full body hugging her is sooooo cute

so isaac is the only one who doesnt know about this thing unless rian told him about it later

OLD MAN!!!! NEW OLD MAN!!!! yamazaki loooves to draw an old man

what does finn mean about "not being able to dine together" ? this feels like a weird translation. also, i guess he doesnt care about the goo dragon puppy. not paid enough to care

stellar, simple flashback with lindsay covered in blood. effective without doing too much. whoa, its a flashback within a flashback..

lindsay already knows about lil fella, if only vaguely... thats really funny. i wonder if he knows in the present? id like to see the twins shock when he goes "yeah i knew you had that thing"

IT CHEWED THE CORNER OFF THE WALL PLEAAAASE

just noticed on the slider that this is a longer chapter than weve been getting recently

you can definitely tell that yamazaki is copy and pasting the twins in the "OH." panel. i love that. work smarter not harder

really freaky deaky body horror with this thing. im telling you yamazaki should do a horror one day

all signs point to lil fella being a piece broken off of the white dragon. ruth barking at it is. really good

speaking of, this is an old house, and lil fella is made of a rocky crystal sort of stuff. i wonder if the guys downstairs can hear all this rowdy thumping from chises room

whooooo is this greaser dude jasmine is thinking of. if its one thing yamazaki is gonna do its drop a nugget and decline to elaborate

CHISE IMMEDIATELY FOLDING AND TELLING ELIAS bwahh fdshfs sdfjfj sdjfsdjf

"give me some room!!" chise has been really really resistant lately to getting touched by elias. of course, part of it is she doesnt want her friends to know... being around a lot of people has made her more self conscious about how others perceive their relationship. i think the incident in 98 has also made her cagier. maybe shes having her "im 16 i should be at the club" moment. shes gonna make him crash out dude

makes sense that elias wouldnt care about lil fella. it doesnt impact him at all and hes largely unconcerned with right or wrong

im surprised chise brought up the conversation with lindsay. didnt he broach the subject to elias after chise already left the room? maybe her dragon ears are just that sharp

"it was grown-up talk" i really dont like that. it sounds infantilizing and im glad chise pushed back against it. i remember that the anime reinterpreted a line that elias said as "this is not a matter for children," and someone on here talked about how elias only said it that way to recontextualize a line chise says later on about "are there really things adults can do that i cant?" looking at the manga alone, this doesnt seem in character and i dont like elias treating her like a child. it would be fine if they werent pseudo-married. but they are. so..... ya, blegh

loving chises "you cant even tell me??? 👉👈" she is so funny. manipulate that old man chise

him keeping it a secret reminding chise of adults arguing about what to do with her when she was younger....... ooooouuuugh

this isnt helping with how insane i was about this secret conversation earlier. if it was about lindel and iceland im not sure elias would be reluctant to share

"i guess that would make joseph an adult too" SHES SO FUNNY HELP

i appreciate that we are also getting elias' side of things in saying "i only said it to get her off my case." very much the same attitude we saw from him in early arc 1. but im surprised chise is even asking him this as if he would know

TINY ELIAS AND RAHAB IM GONNA CORN ON THE COB MYSELF WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THAAAAAT. he looks sooo goofy

i dont love the bold and creepy font used here when elias calls her a child. but it suits how i feel about this conversation... so....

honestly, this all serves to remind us that in addition to being a fantasy, tamb is more of a coming of age than a romance

switch of setting to iceland. good! maybe thats what the convo was about after all

oh, is this the dragon that cursed chise? poor thing is still traumatized and scared of people

all right lindel just confirmed it for me. discussion of trauma taking a long time to overcome... yamazaki you arent slick i know where youre going with this

tamb having its maximum ride environmentalism heel turn moment

why is scary lindel kinda... uh... who said that

hilda entreating him like a medieval knight. does she think he doesnt understand modern english syntax

HUH!!!!! well that answered a lot of questions and left room for some more to be answered. id say pretty satisfying overall

#original #new chapter thoughts

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sluginvader · 9 months ago

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me yapping/ranting (I'm tired)

Guys if I ever like post random one-shots unrelated to No-Kill, would you judge me 🥺🥺 cause I'm forever plagued with only like fandoms/ships that are obscure and weird. NOT saying marvel or spider-man is obscure at all but I can't find any other Noir x male reader fics that aren't one-shots (or freaky deaky in a bad way).

Also does anyone else HATE big fandoms..... cause I do... and I just kinda want to always write fics/make art for those tiny fandoms that need a little loving

#text #unrelated #invader yaps

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mydarllinglover · 1 year ago

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Alone || Get Free

Natalia tried to break out his hold, but it was no use.

Rick went to go towards her, but Negan stopped him.

"Uh uh." He shook his head. "You leave her be."

"We put away half of the supplies." Rick told Negan, trying his best to keep the man out of Alexandria.

"No, Rick." Negan turned to him. "No. You don't decide what we take. I do. Arat."

He called the woman that had shot Sully, forward.

"You heard the man." She said. "Move out!"

Negan let go of Natalia, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as they moved into Alexandria.

"They're just gonna search the houses a bit, keep the process movin'." Negan explained.

Natalia tried to search for Evie, praying she was with someone, safe, she had no idea what could happen to the girl if he found out about their connection, but she missed the little girl terribly much.

"You gonna show me around or not?" Negan asked, walking forward with Natalia, looking at Rick. "I wanna find out where this one lives." He grinned at the woman, "See if we can make the Sanctuary feel a little bit more like home, cause that's what a good man does."

She looked away, trying to create as much distance as possible.

"Well?"

Rick walked ahead shaking his head.

Natalia looked behind her, as Negan pulled her along, at Daryl, her stomach dropped, all she wanted to do, was run to him, get out of here, far away and just be together, never have to think or worry about the people around them again.

He had met her eyes, something was there as he blinked, morse code.

Daryl had taught her morse code so long ago, something he did when they were holed up by passing herds, when they went out on runs back at the prison.

We. Are. Going. To. Get. Free.

The Saviours were going into the homes of Alexandria, stripping it bare as they took anything and everything they wanted, creating a large pile of mattresses.

"You see this?" Negan asked. "This is the kind of thing that just tickles my balls. A little cooperation and everything is pleasant as punch. You see, we really are reasonable people once you get to know us. Honest."

He opened up a cooler, pulling out the can of orange soda that Denise risked her life for.

"No. Don't" Natalia said, not able to stop herself.

Negan looked at her, raising a brow as he popped the tab.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? This your favourite flavour or something?" He took a long gulp, then offered it to her. "What? You don't wanna share? I ain't got germs."

She still didn't take it.

"Suit yourself." He shrugged, throwing the can to the ground. "Damn, I love this place!" Negan exclaimed as Natalia stared at the crumpled can, how much it had meant to the doctor.

"Negan." A man walked towards them with a camera in his hands. "Somethin' you might wanna see." Passing it to the man.

It was the camera Deanna had used to interview them.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Negan asked, taking a look, glancing up at Rick. "I got my fingers crossed for a little freaky-deaky. Huh." He nudged Natalia.

He pressed play.

It was the video of Rick, from when they first arrived, how different he looked.

"Know me... I've killed people." His voice came from the device. "I don't even know how many by now."

"Jee-hee-sus!" Negan stepped away from the woman, and towards the man. "Is that you, Rick, underneath all the man-bush? Sheeot. I would not have messed with that guy." He pressed play on the camera, recording Rick. "But that's not you anymore... Is it?" He panned the camera to himself. "Nope. I really gotta shave this shit." He passed the camera back. "I'm gonna keep that, y'know, for a project I'm thinking about." He looked at Natalia, wiggling his brows.

She turned away from him.

"Whatever happened to that sick girl?" He moved on. "That seemed like a hell of a stressful night for her. The way she was carrying on, she was married to number two, right?"

Her chest tightened at the way he had dubbed Glenn, that's all he was to the man, not the kind, brave, funny man she was friends with, who was a part of her family.

"Careful." He told Rick, who looked up at him. "Careful how you're lookin' at me, Rick. Widows, especially ones that look like that... They are special. I love 'em. Right after their husbands go, they are just... empty inside. But usually not for long. Aah, where is she? I would love to see her."

"Do you care to pay your respects?" Gabriel had appeared.

"Holy crap!" Negan spun around. "You are creepy as shit, sneaking up on me, wearin' that collar with that freaky-ass smile."

"My apologies." Gabriel told him. "I'm Father Gabriel."

"She didn't make it?" He looked at Rick.

Natalia looked up as well, Maggie was dead? Another person they had lost in such little time.

Rick didn't answer.

Father Gabriel had led them to the graveyard.

Maggie had one.

Natalia wanted to mourn her friend, but she couldn't.

"Damn tragedy. That's what this is." Negan sighed at the sight. "Well, this must really suck for you guys. Number one. That was on me. No choice there. Lessons had to be learned. But number two? That didn't need to happen. But, Natalia we already discussed that on our little date, didn't we? Oops!" He covered his mouth with his hand. "Damn, cats out the bag, sorry, Natty, didn't mean to bring that up in front of your boy and friends here. Boy, I just can not keep my damn mouth shut around beautiful women. You know, I've asked her to marry me, she's still thinking about it, which is fair enough, I killed your friends, keeping you locked up, you know, I get it. You don't mind, do ya, Daryl?" He looked to the man who was staring at him, his eyes full of hatred. "Its why she's got the white dress on. Also just wanted to display her super hot rack."

Negan then mimicked wedding bells.

"Stop." Natalia whispered.

"Now what did I tell you about speaking up, I'd love to hear Moore of that pretty Georgia accent, get it, Moore, cause your last names Moore, not for long."

"Listen to me carefully, asshole. I pray that you drop dead, painfully, so I can laugh as the life disappears from your eyes, cause the funny thing is, not a single person on this earth would even be slightly disappointed if you weren't here. If I'm lucky enough, I'll be the one who gets to do it, just like I did to your men."

Rick was looking at the pair nervously, ready to beg for his friends life after her outburst.

"Ooh, you are so adorable" He booped her nose. "I'm going to forgive you for that, on account that Arat killed your dog, I understand your emotions are out of whack, I get it. Women, am I right?" He wiggled his brows at the three other men stood around them.

A gunshot went off, somewhere back at the houses, glass shattering after.

Negan stared at Rick before walking off, Natalia turned to him, reaching for the gun in his holster, but Rick pulled away, grabbing her hands as he stopped her, preventing her from getting herself killed, they silently argued over it before Negan turned around, as they pulled away from each other.

"Well, come on, then." He told the four, Daryl and Gabriel had watched the pair, not able to get involved, but Daryl's heart started beating again when Rick had stopped Natalia from doing what he knew she was up to.

They ended up at the Infirmary.

"You die." Carl told one of the Saviours, aiming a gun at him.

"Carl, Carl, put it down." Rick tried reasoning with him.

"No. He's taking all of our medicine. They said only half our stuff." Carl pressed.

"Of course. Oh-ho. Really, kid?" Negan spoke to him.

"And you should go." Carl threatened. "Before you find out how dangerous we all are."

"Well, pardon me, young man. Excuse the shit out of my goddamn French, but... Did you just threaten me? Look, I get threatening Davey here, but I can't have it. Not him, not me."

"Carl, just put it down." Rick tried, again.

"Don't be rude, Rick. We are having a conversation here. Now, boy, where were we? Oh, yeah. Your giant, man-sized balls. No threatening us. Listen, I like you, so I don't want to go hard proving a point here. You don't want that. I said half your shit, and half is what I say it is. I'm serious. Do you want me to prove how serious? Again?"

Carl admitted defeat, lowering the gun, passing it to his father, Negan took it off him.

"You know, Rick, this whole thing reminds me that you have a lot of guns. There's all the guns you took from my outpost when you wasted all my people with a shit-ton of your own guns, and I'm bettin' there's even more, which adds up to an absolute... ass-load of guns, and as this little emotional outburst just made crystal, clear... I can't allow that." Negan stated. "They're all mine now. So tell me, Rick. Where are my guns?"

Rick led him and the others to Olivia's.

They waited as the garage door raised, opening the inventory up.

"I... figured you were coming." Olivia greeted them.

"Show him where the guns are, Olivia." Rick told her.

"The armoury's inside." She headed in.

"You run the show in here?" Negan asked her.

"I... I just keep track of it all, the rations, the guns."

"Good. Smart. Don't let me stop you. Take her out, boys. Show 'em the goods. Natalia, go wait over there, I wanna have a private word with Rick here." He pointed to a spot on the curb." She folded her arms, listening as she marched towards it, taking a seat.

Her nails dug into her palms as she sat there, plotting how they were going to get out of this, Negan was going to die, even if she had to go down with him.

Eventually they came outside, loading up one of the trucks with all the guns.

Natalia went to get up from the curb, but Negan stopped her.

"Hold on, sweetheart, I didn't tell you to move, you're gonna stay there till we're ready to leave." He told her, she sat back down as she stared holes into the ground. "There's a good girl." He then turned back to Rick. "You know what today is, Rick? Today is a banner day. Yes, it is. I think this little arrangement we have is gonna work out just fine."

Daryl walked up the steps, his hands full of guns.

"Hold up." Negan told him, picking up one of the weapons. "Lets see if you've been taking care of my guns." The gun clicked as he aimed it at Daryl, Natalia watched, her eyes shooting wide, her brows furrowing as her heartbeat picked up. Daryl ignored him, going back to his job.

Negan than shot a whole in one of the windows of Olivia's house, letting out a laugh.

"Feels good." He told him. "Sounds good! Oh, I do believe Lucille's gettin' a little jealous."

A man walked up with one of the RPG's Daryl had found when they moved the quarry herd.

"Well, ho-ly smokes!" The man passed it to Negan. "Look at this! It was you guys that took out little Timmy and the Dick Brigade? Wow, Rick. Gettin' in your last licks. Ooh, man, I'm gonna have some fun with this."

"Mom?!" Natalia turned at the small voice.

Evie was stood in the road, staring at her.

"Evie!" Natalia said in a hushed voice, standing up, as the little girl ran to her.

"Mom?" Negan asked. Watching the two. "Who is this?"

Natalia grabbed a hold of the girl, hugging her towards her as Negan approached.

"Leave her alone." Natalia told him.

"You have a kid, and you didn't tell me? I'm hurt Natalia, I thought we had something special." He crouched down in front of Evie. "Hi, I'm Negan. What, your mom never taught you manners?"

"I'm Evie." She answered nervously.

"Evie, don't talk to him." Natalia told her.

"Oh don't be like that, Natalia, me and your mom are real good friends, Evie. Come here." He waved her over.

Natalia didn't let her go.

"Natalia, let the kid go." Negan said, slowly.

She reluctantly listened, and Evie hesitantly walked towards him.

"Please, don't hurt her." Natalia croaked.

Rick was watching on carefully, not risking anything that could of got either of them hurt, his knuckles were white around the bat.

He and Michonne had been taking care of her since Negan had taken Natalia, Michonne had made sure to explain to Evie the situation as delicately as possible, and pressed that they were going to get Natalia home, they hadn't celebrated her birthday, she had told them that she wanted to wait for Natalia to get back home, and they understood, though Michonne had passed on the necklace she had found.

"I'm not a monster, Natalia." Negan told her. "Hi, Evie." He smiled at her again. "How old are you?"

"Seven. You took my mom and she missed my birthday." She furrowed her brows at him, pouting.

"Well, I'm sorry about that, Evie, she never even mentioned you to me." He said, picking the girl up, carrying her. "Guessing Daryl ain't her dad, what, were you in college when you had her?"

"I'm not her biological mom" Natalia said, her jaw was clenched, her blood was boiling.

"My real mommy and daddy were ate by walkers." Evie explained, bluntly.

"Wow, tough break kid, it happens." He shrugged.

Arat shoved Olivia up the stairs, gaining their attention.

"Please I- I don't know..."

"Arat, we don't do that unless they do somethin' to deserve it." He told the woman, Evie was still in his arms.

"Yeah, we went through the inventory. Guns in the armoury, guns they had around the walls, they're short. Glock 9 and a. 22 Bobcat." Arat explained, handing Olivia's notebook to Negan, which he took in his free hand.

"Is that true?" Negan asked Rick.

"We had some people leave town. Those guns probably went with them." Rick suggested.

"So Olivia sucks at her job. Is that what you're saying'?" Negan asked.

"No. No, I'm not sayin' that."

"There should be a full accounting here, right? Top to bottom. Am I right?"

"No." Olivia answered. "I mean, yes. The inventory is correct."

"Good." Negan nodded. "But not so good, too. You see, and listen up Evie, this is a valuable lesson, here. What's in here... isn't in there. You're two handguns short. Do you know where they are?"

"No. I.."

Negan let out a sigh.

"That's disappointing, Rick. I thought that we had an understanding. But this, well, this shows that someone's not on board, and I can't have that." He covered Evie's ears as he turned to Olivia. "I don't enjoy killing women. Men, I can waste them all the live long. But at the end of the day, Olivia, my dear, this was your responsibility."

"Look, we can work this out." Rick stepped in.

"Oh, yes, we can." Negan agreed. "And I'm going to right now." He set Evie down, back on the ground. "Here kid, soak up all the time with your mom, I got business to attend to." He pushed her towards Natalia, who grabbed the girl quickly, hugging her to her body, hiding her face in the crook of her neck as she watched Negan step towards Olivia, who had begun crying. "This was your job, and you screwed up. Keeping track of guns? That shit... is life and death."

Rick had held a meeting with all the Alexandrians, Natalia and Daryl had to stay at the truck in front of the house.

"Are you and Daryl gonna come home?" Evie whispered, as Natalia sat on the curb with her, being watched by the Saviours.

"We will, okay, soon. I promise, I love you so much. Everything's gonna be alright, okay?" She whispered back, resting her forehead against the girls, lifting it so she could kiss her hair.

"Natalia, don't make me cut your tongue out, you keep talking, I will take her away, then she's gonna lose her fake parents too." Negan walked towards them with Olivia.

"Don't touch either of 'em." Surprisingly, Daryl had stepped forward, but Dwight dragged him back.

"You're tempting me, Daryl, gotta say, neither of you know how to help your case." Negan laughed pointing at him.

Eventually Rick had found the two guns in Spencer's house.

"What you got for me, Rick?" Negan asked, when Rick handed them over. "Well, would you look at that? They were here after all. Funny how a little, "Holy shit! Somebody's gonna die!" lights a fire under everybody's ass!"

Olivia whimpered loudly.

"So, tell me, Rick... which one of your fine folks almost cost Olivia the rest of her days?"

"It doesn't matter anymore." Rick told him.

"No, it matters." Negan corrected. "See, you need to get everybody on board. Everybody. Or... we just go right back to square one." He put the two guns in the back of the truck, Dwight shut it, that was the end of the stay.

"Sorry to break up this family reunion, say goodbye to your mom, kid, we're out of here." Negan told Evie.

"No! Please don't, I don't want you to go!" Evie told Natalia.

"I know baby, I'm sorry." Natalia kissed her head again, squeezing the girl tightly as she began crying.

"Come here." Rick muttered, taking the girl, as Natalia got up.

"Chop, chop!" Negan clapped his hands, leading her to the gates as the others followed.

Evie began crying louder as Rick tried to console her, eventually Olivia took over as he followed them out.

Sully's body was still layed on the ground.

Natalia avoided to look at him as her body shook with exhaustion, pain, anger and sadness.

Rosita drove through the gates in the van she had drove to find Daryl, when he went out to find Dwight and kill him, Spencer was in the other car.

"Hell of a place you got here, Rick." Negan said.

"Give me a second."

Natalia looked at where Negan turned his head.

Michonne was walking away from the window of the burnt house.

"No." He answered.

"Please, can you just... give me a second?"

Negan nodded, a smirk on his face, allowing Rick to go to Michonne.

"She your friend?" He asked Natalia, who looked up, glaring at him. "You two gal pals?"

She didn't entertain him with a response.

"Alright, give me the silent treatment, it only makes me want you more, that's what you want, though, isn't it?"

"Do you ever just shut up?" She snapped, she heard the cock of guns, guessing the Saviours aimed them at her.

Negan put his hand up, telling them to back down.

"Guess who just lost her visiting privileges." He smiled at her. "Which sucks too, gonna miss out on seeing that adorable kid of yours."

Natalia swallowed thickly, looking away.

Eventually Michonne showed up, a deer on her shoulders, as she stared evils at the man, Rick walked behind her.

"Look at this!" Negan said, ecstatically, as Michonne walked past him, her face softened when she glanced at Daryl to Natalia, the sight of them both still alive and breathing.

"I thought she was scavenging." Rick shared. "She was hunting. This one never came inside. We kept it near the line." Rick handed him a rifle.

"Look at this." He repeated. "This is something to build a relationship on. Good for you, Rick. This is readin' the room and gettin' the message. I've said it before, I'm gonna say it again. You, sir... are special."

"Now that you know we can follow your rules..."

"Yes?"

"...I'd like to ask you if Daryl and Natalia can stay." Rick asked him.

"Not happening." Negan answered. "You just missed it Rick, Natalia here just got herself permanently grounded, she ain't coming round here for a loooong time. As for Daryl, well you know what? I don't know. Maybe Daryl can plead his case. Maybe Daryl can sway me." He walked towards the man, who kept his head down. "Daryl?"

He didn't answer him, making Natalia want to kick him, he had his chance, she unknowingly lost hers, but at least he'd be home with their family.

Negan laughed.

"Well, you tried. Now what you got to do is get over that tall wall of yours and try harder out there. Earn for me. Because we're coming back soon, and when we do, You better have something interesting for us, or Lucille, she's gonna have her way. I want you to hear that again. If you don't have something interesting for us.... somebody's gonna die. And no more magic guns. Arat, grab that deer. It's getting late. Let's go home."

Michonne dropped the deer on the ground, walking away.

"Man, I love a gal that buys me dinner and doesn't expect me to put out." Negan chuckled.

Rosita and Spencer had ended up finding Daryl's bike, which Dwight took from them, in exchange for her hat.

He revved it loudly, turning it around, then stopped in front of Daryl.

"You can have it back. Just say the word. You and your girl don't have to live like this, it's your choice." Dwight told him, waiting for Daryl to reply, but he didn't say anything.

Dwight shrugged, revving the engine again, driving off.

"So, nobody died." Negan grinned. "And you know what I think? I think you and I, we've refined our understanding. Let me ask you something, Rick. Do you want me to go?"

"I think that'd be good." Rick answered.

"Then just say those two magical words." Negan told him.

"Thank you." Rick struggled to say.

Negan laughed at this.

"Don't be ridiculous. Thank you."

A walker wandered towards them.

"Another one." Negan looked at it. "You need our help. Davey, hand me that candlestick over there."

He did as he was told.

"Hey, honeypie, watch this, you missed it the first time." Negan winked at Natalia.

He took out the walker, bringing the stick down on its head, breaking its skull in half.

"Yep. Win-win." He tossed the candlestick to the ground. "You should clean that up for me for next time." He told Rick. "Let's move out."

Arat grabbed a hold of Natalia, shoving her towards the truck she had been in when they got to Alexandria.

"Oh, wait." She heard Negan say. "How careless of me."

She couldn't hear the rest of the conversation, the doors shutting, cutting it off.

When they had got back to the Sanctuary, she was shoved back into her cell, the stored pancakes were gone.

She took the time to cry for Maggie and Sully, she was never going to see either of them again, and she never got to say

goodbye, she never got to apologise for Glenn.

The next day, Laura had dragged her out of her cell and outside, passing her a tray full of cups of water.

"You're gonna walk around, let the guys grab them, keep 'em hydrated in the sun." Laura told her,

Natalia looked over, seeing Daryl in what she called "the walker maze"

"So basically I'm putting myself on display for sickos." Natalia muttered.

"Yeah, sorta, keep your mouth shut and look pretty, can't be too hard for you, the looking pretty part. Go on." Laura gestured for her to start walking.

Her fingers clenched the tray, her knuckles turned white.

The Saviours were quick to let her come to them, taking a cup of water and making a comment as they eyed her, she bit her tongue, blocking them out.

Until one of the Saviours, she wasn't sure of his name, knocked the tray out of her hands, and onto the floor, splashing the water all over her.

She looked up at him, as the others watched.

"Oops" He tilted his head, taking a step closer to her. "Pick it up."

She didn't move."

"I said, get on your knees and pick it up, bitch." He said, resting his hand on his gun, looking over at the walker maze, she knew who he was looking at.

She slowly bent down, gathering the tray and the now empty cups.

When Natalia stood back up, she felt a hard slap on her ass, almost knocking her over.

Filled with rage, she sent her knee up, kicking hard into the assaulters crotch.

He groaned in pain as he doubled over, she snatched the gun out of his holster, sending another kick to his chin, causing him to fall onto his back.

Saviours gathered around as she stomped on his chest, holding him there as she cocked the gun, aiming it at his head.

"Don't you dare touch me!" She shouted at him.

"Sweetheart, you even know how to use that thing?" Another Saviour asked, approaching her with his hands in the air, the others had aimed their guns at the small woman.

She looked up at him, aiming the gun at the walker maze, specifically, the one who was trying to reach her boyfriend, as he watched from the fence, wanting to get to her, but not able to. She shot the walker dead, before turning the gun back to the man.

"Wahoah, what the hell is going on here?" Negan had walked towards them, taking in the sight of one of his prisoners taking down a scary looking Saviour.

Natalia didn't answer him, she didn't think he was talking to her, she kept her eyes trained on the man on the floor.

"Jamie got handsy with her, didn't realise what she's capable of." Laura answered, stepping forward, folding her arms across her chest, but she was ready to put the woman down if asked to.

"That true Jamie, did you get taken down by this tiny creature of beauty?" Negan asked him, getting closer.

"Took me by surprise." He gulped.

"Was the other way round, you decided to disturb her job, couldn't keep your hands to yourself." Laura corrected.

Negan tilted his head, reaching towards Natalia, snatching the gun out of her hand before she had time to react, she was blinded by rage.

"You touched Natalia, Jamie?" He asked him.

The man didn't answer, looking away as he got up from the ground, Laura grabbed Natalia, yanking her back.

"Jamie, answer the question."

"Uh huh." Jamie nodded, knowing he couldn't lie his way out of this.

"Now, here at the Sanctuary, we respect women, you know this, I have a strict no touching against their consent rule, you know this, right?" He looked around at the other Saviours. "Right?"

"Yes." They all chanted.

"Right. You broke that rule, and above all, you did it to Natalia, who is very special to me indeed, then, you decide to do this, in front of her man." He pointed at Daryl, who was staring daggers. "You should be more embarrassed, that the man with the gun, then, was taken down by the tiny weapon less woman, making yourself out to be an even bigger pussy. Anything to say for yourself?"

The man stuttered, shaking his head.

"What do you say to the lady?" Negan stepped towards him, Natalia could see him discreetly take out his knife.

"She's a prisoner." Jamie sputtered.

"That your final verdict? Well alright, then." He turned away. "You left me no choice." He then turned, stabbing his knife into the mans chest, taking it out then stabbing him in the lungs.

He dropped the mans body to the floor, wiping his knife on his shirt.

"I am well and truly sorry about that, Natalia, we do not except behaviour like that at all." He snapped his fingers, pointing at the body. "Put him up on the fence." He ordered, two men stepped forward, taking care of the body. "Laura, take her back to her cell, get her some food. I'll swing back and talk to you later, Natalia."

"Will do, Negan." Laura said, pulling Natalia back towards the doors to inside.

Natalia took one last look at Daryl, whilst she could, she was all to familiar with how overprotective he was, before they were even together, how he was holding himself back from getting them both killed.

As they entered the building, a truck pulled up.

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beefrobeefcal · 1 year ago

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I 💙 YOU, BEEFRO! You are doing God's work. chubby!Frankie supremacy 🥵🥵🥵 My contribution to the THOT TANK. . . I loved this part of your one shot.

“You’re a fucking tease, Mouse... your pretty mouth saying all sorts of sweet things to me at the restaurant. Made me almost come in my pants like a fucking teenager.”

So, what if he really comes in his pants the next time? Possibly in public? 😵‍💫 If you like it, of course. Either way, THANK YOU 💙

WE ALL NEED JESUS.

as long as he looks like Pedro Pascal

Toxy, thank you!

You have installed some freaky-deaky THOTS in my noggin through your contribution. Is it the right time to release the kraken that is Chubby!Frankie cumming in his pants at an inopportune moment?

Oh hell yeah.

Smuttiest regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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xuchiya · 4 months ago

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"𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝒋𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐" || 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚-𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

wonderful time of the year - one-shot // FLUFF

keep it quiet - drabble // SMUT

against the window - drabble // SMUT

always, my love - drabble // ANGST, COMFORT-ENDING

underneath the stars - one-shot // FLUFF

freaky deaky - one-shot // SMUT

brewing romance - one-shot // FLUFF

a dream - one-shot // FLUFF

important - one-shot // FLUFF, small ANGST

space - drabble // SMUT

undercover agent - one-shot // FLUFF, small tinge of ANGST, VIOLENCE

ghost {aughost! , final!aughost} - two-shots // SLICE OF LIFE, ANGST

3 point for the pretty lady - one-shot // FLUFF, HIGHSCHOOL LIFE

you are the star of my christmas - [request] one-shot // FLUFF

I'll hold your hand, eventually - [request] one-shot // ANGST, FLUFF

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megalony · 1 year ago

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Professional

This is an Evan Buckley (Buck) imagine requested by Anon, I hope you like it. Thank you all for the requests, keep them coming. Enjoy.

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Summary: (Y/n) and Evan try to keep their relationship under wraps from the team to keep things professional. But they're put to the test when a call out goes wrong.

Enjoy.

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Grunting quietly to himself, Evan dragged his sodden feet, scuffing his boots against the floor as he headed towards the lockers. His feet felt like they were trapped in cement and his boots had doubled in weight from the water he had trudged through.

He didn't realise how badly he was soaked through until he stripped his florescent jacket off and realised the water had dripped through to his shirt, his vest and down his overalls into his trousers. He looked like he had gone swimming in his uniform instead of trecking through a flooded basement.

When he reached his locker, he grabbed his spare uniform and boots before he sat down on the bench and stripped his jacket, overalls and boots to hang them up. At least the locker room was always toasty and warm, his uniform could drip dry in here and when his shift finished he would take it home to dry properly.

Evan couldn't help but grimace at the sound his feet made, squelching against the floor in his soaked socks, aiming for the showers.

He couldn't be bothered to actually get a shower, he just needed a towel and somewhere to get changed ready for the next call out.

"Looking good Buck,"

Evan tripped over his feet, midway through changing with his trousers round his ankles when a familiar voice caught him off guard and had him stumbling to turn round in haste. His eyes shot up but relief blossomed in his pupils when he realised it was only (Y/n).

She was leaning against the wall, one leg crossed over the other and her hands held together behind her back. A smile spread across her face when she saw his shocked expression and hasty reaction that made her giggle. He should have looked before he started to strip, he normally did and if he looked he would have noticed the mop and bucket in the far corner. (Y/n) had just finished tidying up the station with Hen while Evan, Bobby and Chimney went out on a call.

A quiet chuckle passed through Evan's lips and he managed a smile as he finished kicking off his trousers and reached down for a towel to dry off.

"Enjoying the view?" He quipped back with a raised brow when (Y/n) didn't move and her eyes stayed transfixed on him. When (Y/n) nodded, Evan's smile turned into a sideways smirk and something flashed across his eyes as he towel-dried himself down.

(Y/n) inhaled a sharp breath and rolled her lips together, telling herself to advert her gaze to the ceiling when Evan kept eye contact with her and dropped his boxers to his feet so he could change.

"Well that's not professional," She managed to look at the ceiling for all of two seconds, enough for Evan to grab a new pair of pants from the clothing pile he brought through with him, but not long enough for him to slip them on. His smirk was still on his lips and his eyes sparkled when they caught her gaze once again.

"You're the only one here," His voice was quiet but it was an octave deeper than usual and he licked his lips when he glanced down at her chest when she took a deep breath.

It wasn't as if the door was locked, anyone could walk in and get the wrong impression; or the right impression.

They agreed to stay professional.

If they told the rest of the team about their relationship things could change. It wasn't exactly against the rules for them to be together but it wouldn't be professional if they were in a relationship and went out on calls together. But (Y/n) trusted Evan more than anyone else, she liked him being her partner when they were out on a call, he had her back and she had his. They watched out for each other.

If the team knew, they might think the pair were being unprofessional or say they shouldn't go out on calls together and it would screw things up. And they would definitely find out if someone walked in right now and saw Evan stark naked and (Y/n) just stood watching and drooling over him.

(Y/n) watched him drag his boxers up his legs as slow as she'd ever seen and he pulled the elastic against his hips with a snap that made her shiver.

She didn't move when Evan advanced towards her but she did gasp when his hands found her hips and he turned her so her back was flush against the wall, pinning her beneath him with no means of escape. Her arms moved to wrap around his neck that was still damp and she tangled her fingers in his hair that was starting to curl from the water and sweat from wearing his helmet.

His fingertips dug achingly into the flesh around her hips and she could feel every inch of him pressing up against her when he pushed forward. His slightly damp chest moulded against hers and he brought his forehead down to press against her temple.

"You're not making things easy, Buckley."

He could feel her words floating around in the air between them and each breath she took fanned against his lips causing him to reach his tongue out to swipe over his lower lip that was still curved into a grin.

"Do you know how hard it is to stay away from you all day when you look like that?" He muttered the words breathlessly against her lips before he closed the distance between them and kissed her.

Each shift was becoming increasingly more difficult the longer he had to be around (Y/n) with a safe distance between them. Evan didn't like not touching her, he hated not being able to have his arm around her waist or his hand on touching her hip or his lips against her forehead. He could refrain from kissing her, but it was the no touching part that he found so hard. His hands were always itching to move, to reach out and grab her and reel her in and he yearned to feel her pressed up against him like this.

"Hm, I think I have an idea," (Y/n) whispered quietly as she moved one hand to brush across his cheek and she dragged her thumb along his sharp jaw which made him shiver. "You know I gotta go back out there in a minute or they'll know something's up."

A whine bubbled at the back of (Y/n)'s throat when Evan caught her bottom lip between his teeth and lightly tugged before kissing it.

"Go on then,"

He had a thing for teasing. He released his grip on her sides and lowered his arms back down to his sides and took one small step back but not nearly enough to stop them from touching. His legs still bumped against hers and his chest was so close that if (Y/n) inhaled deep enough, her chest would reach his. It looked as if he was letting her go but she knew he wasn't, he would grab her if she tried.

"You're a bad influence, you know that?" (Y/n) brought her hands up to cup his face and pulled him down for another kiss that caused Evan to reach out and plant his hands down on the wall either side of her head. Caging her back in his embrace that he knew she didn't want to leave.

"So you keep telling me, babe."

(Y/n) trailed her fingertips down his chest and followed her touch with kisses that she peppered against his neck and down the middle of his sternum to fog up his mind. When he tipped his head back, eyes closed in bliss and a deep growl left his lips at the feel of her teeth grazing his chest, (Y/n) quickly ducked under his arm and took a few steps away so he couldn't catch her in time.

"Hm, well I'm gonna finish tidying up now. Go get dressed, Evan." She knew it drove him mad when she said his name instead of calling hum Buck like everyone else did.

(Y/n) grabbed the mop and bucket and pushed them towards the door, grinning to herself when his words followed after her.

"You're a fucking tease!"

***

Trading the headphones for her helmet, (Y/n) unbuckled and followed the boys out the truck, seeing Hen had beat them to it arriving first in the ambulance. Her hands reached out to grab Evan's shoulders since he was in front of her and she used him as leverage to jump down the steps and land on the road.

She could feel his shoulders tense beneath her touch and when he turned his head to look behind him, he smiled and gave her a wink.

They were good at being in control and professional when they were out on a job. Whether the team knew about their relationship or not, they both knew the job would always keep them in line and keep them professional. They worked best together and it never got in the way of personal life and vice versa, personal life never interrupted the job.

Evan placed his helmet over his head and took a sweeping glance around the scene.

"Well, shit," He muttered quietly as he placed his hands on his hips and sighed.

The motorway was jammed; cars backed up for at least two or three miles down the road. It was luck that the team had managed to get the truck and ambulance this far down on the hard shoulder, especially when there were two police cars at the front of the traffic jam to block cars from going any further.

They had a jumper.

A man who looked to be in his mid to late thirties had climbed over the side of the fly over and onto the metal shaft in front of one of the traffic signs. He was pacing up and down the small length of metal and Athena was here already, trying to talk to him through a speaker.

Evan tried to judge the distance he would fall, since all the cars had stopped it was highly unlikely he would die from the jump. He would break a lot of stuff for sure, but he wouldn't necessarely die, if the cars were passing then he could of. Most of the time if the person hadn't jumped by now then they didn't really want to die, they wanted help.

"Alright, Chim, Eddie and (Y/n), get the harness and winch and go up on the fly over to get down on that level. We'll stay down here and try to talk to him, see what we can do. If you can get him down safely, then do it."

"Cap,"

(Y/n) patted Evan's shoulder before the three of them departed round to the side of the truck to grab their gear. Both (Y/n) and Eddie grabbed harnesses and rope while chimney got the winch and led the way across the road towards the bushes.

They trudged along the side of the road towards a set of stairs leading up to the fly over. They had to be quick, if the man caught sight of them and realised what they were doing he could jump or get defensive and then they really would have a hard time getting him down.

The three of them stooped over and paced over the flyover that was thankfully blocked off as well and stopped a few feet away from what they presumed was the man's car.

"Who's going down?"

"I will," (Y/n) looked between the boys who nodded in agreement, they were all on the same page.

The jumper might be more inclined to pause or even listen if it was a woman who went down there with him. He might be put off from jumping in front of her or he might feel like he could talk to her. Even if he started to rant and rage at (Y/n), she could try different techniques or just grab him quickly and strap him to the harness to winch him up to safety. As long as he didn't manage to jump, they would be alright.

(Y/n) stepped into the harness and pulled it up to her chest, clipping it in place while Chimney clipped the winched rope to the back, nodding that she was strapped and ready to go.

Managing a small smile, (Y/n) looked over at Eddie before they both advanced towards the railing of the fly over and peered down. The jumper hadn't seen them make their way up here which was a good sign so far. When she lifted her head, she could see the rest of the team. They had moved over to Athena right at the front and it gave (Y/n) a good view of her partner.

Evan was stood to the side, one hand on his hip and the other covering his eyes so he could see due to the blinding sun. He had discarded his helmet which was resting on the floor on the side of the hard shoulder.

"Cap, do we have a name?" (Y/n) kept her voice quiet as she whispered into her radio. It wouldn't do her any favours to get down there and then have to ask him for his name.

"Daniel Harmen, divorced. We're trying to get hold of his ex-wife now."

"Thanks. Here I go,"

She felt Eddie hold the rope so she didn't get tangled and with a deep breath, (Y/n) pushed herself onto her stomach on the rail and carefully swung her legs over. She tilted her head to keep her view of the platform she was about to drop down onto before she nodded at Chimney and slowly lowered herself down. When she was as far as she could dangle, (Y/n) let go and dropped down, hearing the metal clatter and shudder beneath her weight which wasn't a good sign.

"Wha- who are you, what are you doing?"

He looked more distressed up close, more dishevelled than (Y/n) first thought. His scraggly brown hair was slick with grease and he had a few knots and tangles here and there. His shirt wasn't buttoned up properly leaving it wonked on the left side and high up on the right which irked (Y/n) and made her want to straighten it out. That was something Evan would do just to annoy her so she would have to undo them and do it up properly for him.

The man's blazer looked dirty and unwashed and his trousers were old, they had scuffs and frills at the hem around his shoes which were the only clean and smart thing about him.

"Daniel, I'm (Y/n) from Fire and Rescue, can we talk for a minute?" She had to tilt her helmet back a bit so she could see properly but she didn't like what she saw.

Rabid, dark eyes that were blown wide and constantly shifting like he was paranoid about something. Was he on meds? Was he unstable and that was why he was up here all alone?

"No, we can't. I don't want you here,"

"And I don't want you up here all alone, I'm sure you can see it's dangerous and I can't leave you here."

With her hands out in front of her to show she wasn't going to hurt him or pose any sort of risk or threat, (Y/n) tried to shuffle closer. She didn't trust the platform to hold them both if she started walking properly and taking long strides. Her gear and boots were heavy and if the metal gave way they were both going to be in a lot of trouble.

"Get the fuck back!"

"Cap he's got a gun! I repeat, he's got a gun he's hostile." Eddie gripped his radio and leaned further over the railing when Daniel hastily grabbed a gun from inside his blazer and pointed it at (Y/n). He watched (Y/n) keep her hands in front of her and shuffle closer to the wall but when she tilted her head up to look at Eddie, he could see the uncertainty in her eyes and he could almost feel the anxiety radiating up to him.

"Fuck! Cap we gotta get up there." Evan grabbed Bobby by his shoulder and tugged him down a little with a force he didn't know he had.

He was starting to shake from a rush of adrenaline when he watched Daniel aim the gun at (Y/n). They weren't preparing for this kind of situation, they thought it would be a quick and easy rescue. Grab him and winch him up, maybe a bit of a struggle and a few arguments and fights, but not this. They weren't expecting a threat.

"Hold on Buck, we can't risk moving in yet he might start shooting." Bobby held Buck's arm for reassurance and to stop him from suddenly sprinting off to help the team. He knew what Buck was like and he knew he lacked rationality and patience in some cases. He was good at his job, he was superior in what he did but he wasn't so good and standing around and waiting on the sidelines. "Treat this as a hostile and possibly a hostage situation, do not advance until the gun is out of his hand."

"Daniel, can you tell me why you're up here?" (Y/n) kept her back up against the wall and let her arms drop down to her sides. She didn't want to be in this position on the other end of a gun. She hadn't been in a situation like this before and she hadn't been trained to get out of something like this.

"My wife left me,"

He didn't seem to be listening or paying much attention, his eyes weren't even on (Y/n) anymore, he was looking down at the police waiting at the bottom. (Y/n) couldn't work out whether he was trying to see if he would survive the drop or if he could find some sort of escape route but she was growing more and more certain that he didn't want to kill himself.

"I'm sorry about that, would you like us to call her for you? Talking to her might help-"

"You'd have a job, she's dead." He scoffed and snorted a small cynical laugh but he still wasn't looking at her which gave (Y/n) a second to shuffle two feet closer towards him.

"Is there anyone else you'd like to speak to?" (Y/n) rolled her lips together before she tilted her head back and looked up at the boys. "Check how she died," She whispered the words quietly into her radio, trying to be as silent as possible so Daniel wouldn't hear her suspicions. He had a gun, he was in a manic state and he seemed off to (Y/n), it was a possibility that he had hurt his wife.

"Just leave me so I can jump." His free hand was tangling in his greasy locks and he spared one glimpse back at (Y/n) before he looked back down and leaned a little more over the edge.

"Afraid I can't do that. My job is to help-" (Y/n) managed to inch another step closer before he spun round and pointed the gun back at her.

"No your job is to listen to me and I'm telling you to back the Hell up and leave me alone. Or do you wanna die as well?"

(Y/n) clenched her jaw and gritted her teeth together when he turned and got so close to her that she could smell the alcohol on his breath. He was roughly her height, she didn't have to crane her head up to look at him like she did with Evan but Daniel was as close as evan had been this morning and she didn't like it.

She didn't like feeling his hot, ragged breaths so close to her face or see the way his chest was heaving from anger and pushing out towards her when she was already backed up into the concrete wall. And when he raised the gun and pointed the barrel right at her forehead, (Y/n) had to fight her panic to keep her composure and stay perfectly still and tall. But she adverted her eyes and focused her sight on Evan, no eye contact might piss Daniel off but it could also get him to move away and rethink what he was doing.

"Cap please, let me do something, anything!" Evan's fingers curled into the palm of his hands until he could feel the skin scraping away beneath his short nails.

He couldn't stand around and do nothing, he had to be up there with Eddie and Chimney. Evan had to do something, whether that be get a harness on and climb down onto that platform or just lean over and try to talk to Daniel. He would even winch (Y/n) back up and leave the mad man up there alone like he wanted; he just needed to do something to get (Y/n) safe.

He couldn't have anything happen to her.

"Hen, you two get up there but don't let him see you. Do not engage or intervene until I say so."

(Y/n) could see Evan and Hen starting to move and it made a small nerve settle down in her stomach that was churning and sparking. She would feel a lot better if she knew Evan was up on the flyover just above her, having him close would reassure her that if something happened he would be nearby. He would do anything to help her, he would come up with something like he always did. The team had her back.

"You don't want to do this Daniel," (Y/n) leaned her head to the left and fought to hold her breath a little longer to stop from hyperventilating. When the gun was no longer against her temple, she took a step to the side.

"Oh, and how do you know that?"

"Because if you hurt me, that jump isn't going to kill you and we both know that. The rescue team is down there, they can get you to the hospital pretty quick, it would be much easier for you to put the gun down and come back on the flyover with me than start something you can't finish."

She was done trying to be calm and civil and baby him. He had calculated this jump, he must know that it wouldn't be suffice enough to kill him, not without any passing traffic to finish the job. And if he hurt or God forbid, killed her, he would go to prison whether he jumped or not. It would be easier on him if he gave up the gun and stopped this than if he went through with a plan he wasn't truly anticipating.

"Buck, what are you doing?" Eddie held his hands out towards his best friend and tried to grab him when Buck reached for the spare harness on the floor.

"Get me hooked up, if this goes bad we need to get down there quickly. Hook it up, now." His hands were shaking when he slipped the harness on and buckled it up but he was relieved that Chimney agreed and got the rope attached.

He wouldn't go down yet, not unless (Y/n) was put in further danger or Daniel tried to harm her or himself. If things escalated then he had to get down there quick so he had to be prepared to jump over. Evan was waiting because Bobby said so but if he thought (Y/n) was in danger he wasn't waiting for a sign, he would go of his own accord.

"I could just shoot us both,"

"Daniel this platform isn't safe, it can't hold both of us so we're getting off here one way or another."

(Y/n) couldn't hear what Bobby was saying through the speaker Athena gave him. She could barely hear her own voice over the rush of blood pulsing through her ears and the pounding of her heart breaking through her ribs. She wanted to get off here and leave, she wanted to go back to the truck and sit down and actually breathe. The metal was starting to groan and squeak beneath them, it wasn't meant for this much support for so long and it was going to end up snapping.

With a deep breath, (Y/n) pushed off the wall and looked up above her. She could see Eddie and Evan leaning over the side and she knew Chimney was stood by the winch just waiting for the signal to reel her back up.

But when Daniel looked to see what had caught her attention, anger was seething on his face and radiating off of him. He knew he was out of time here.

A gasp burst through (Y/n)'s lips and her arms moved to cover her upper chest and face when a bullet rickoted her way. Her feet stumbled until her back hit the concrete behind her and she felt her helmet topple off her head but when he shot another bullet, the team knew they had to move quickly.

"I'm going down, Chim start the winch!"

Evan didn't think twice before he jumped up on the side and swung his legs over the railing to drop down onto the platform. The guy was shooting at (Y/n), he wasn't going to sit around and wait when he could just get in there and try to help. The situation couldn't get any worse with or without Evan climbing over.

The moment Evan's feet hit the platform, the metal started to give way. There was too much weight on it to be stable any longer but it seemed to do the trick in distracting Daniel and stopping him from shooting any more rounds off.

He only had a few seconds to assess and look at the situation. Daniel was stood right on the edge and if he moved back half a step he would fall. (Y/n) was crouched on the floor, both arms covering her head which sent Evan's heart right down to his stomach.

She was hurt.

The platform gave way.

The left side snapped and the jerk caused Daniel to let go of the gun and gave Evan time to grab his forearm to stop him from going down. He knew (Y/n) had her harness on, she was going to get a jolt and a jumpscare but she wasn't in danger of falling down to the concrete below.

"Go go go, Buck's got him!"

Both Eddie and Hen leaned over the side with their tiptoes barely touching the floor so they could reach over the edge and get a grip on Daniel and pull him up. They were going to have to pin him down, he was still struggling even without the gun in his hand and he was a danger and a liability. They needed one of Athena's crew up here to handcuff him.

(Y/n) scratched her nails against the platform, digging her fingers into the grooves of metal to stabalise herself when it gave way on one side. Her body thudded and crashed against the metal and her stomach flew up to her throat when she felt herself drop before the harness tightened around her chest until she couldn't breathe. Suspended in mid air, (Y/n) kept her head tucked against the metal but her fingers started to lose their grip and her head felt like it was full of cotton wool.

When Evan scaled back down the wall and reached out, he realised (Y/n) had blacked out. She didn't move, groan, cry or make any kind of sound when he wrapped his arm tight around her waist and when he reeled her into his chest, he head flopped back on his shoulder and he realised her eyes were only half open but all he could see was the whites of her eyes.

They couldn't pull her back up without Evan grabbing her in case she had passed out and they hurt her or she hit the wall on the way back up.

"S-she's hurt." Evan groaned and growled through each word as he struggled to keep (Y/n) leaned against his chest.

He used his free hand to grab the rail and steady himself as he sat up on it and pulled (Y/n) with him. His back tilted and leaned backwards like he was trying to lie down so Eddie and Hen could reach over him and pull (Y/n) back to safety and lay her down on the ground.

Evan hastily unclipped his harness and stumbled out of it so he could kneel down next to Eddie. He cupped (Y/n)'s face in his hands and tilted her head towards him but his upper lip curled in anger and his face started to turn a dark shade of red.

One of the gunshots had scraped the left side of her head, it caught her cheekbone and narrowly missed the top of her ear. It didn't look extensive, it hadn't gone deep enough to hit or reveal the bone or muscle but it was enough to make blood pour down the side of her face and Evan knew it would need stitches.

"Cap we need an ambulance here, one of the shots caught (Y/n) she's gotta go to the hospital." Eddie shifted his weight from his feet onto his knees and he kneeled down better next to Evan while he spoke into the radio. An ambulance had to get up here now.

"On the way."

"(Y/n)? (Y/n) open your eyes for me… I need gauze I have to apply pressure."

Chimney shared a confused look with Hen before he rummaged through his medic bag for a roll of gauze and some cotton. He knew Evan, he was invested in his job but he had never taken to the paramedic side before, when people were injured he did as told and then handed them over to Chimney or Hen to help. Right now Evan should be dealing with Daniel or waiting for Bobby to direct him and give him something to do.

He thought about applying the pressure himself but when he looked down, Evan had a steady hand held out, impatiently waiting for the gauze he needed.

While Evan pressed the gauze against (Y/n)'s head and tilted her face towards him again, Eddie and Chimney started to check her blood pressure and put a heartbeat clip on her index finger.

"(Y/n)… that's it, come on. I got you," Evan smoothed his thumb beneath her eye and over her cheekbone when her eyelids started to flutter like wings.

He found himself smiling in utter relief and his heart skipped a beat when (Y/n)'s shaking hands tried to grab his forearms.

Evan had never heard (Y/n) scream before. He'd seen her cry and have panic attacks, he'd seen her frightened on a scene before and he'd jumped in after her when she almost drowned once when he first joined the 118. But she had never screamed so horribly and in such a shrill, broken way before; the bedroom was the only time she made any noise close to a scream and that was for a whole other reason.

Tears traced down the sides of her face, her eyes barely opened before they started to squint and her mouth formed a harrowing expression as she continued to scream.

"Hey, hey it's me I've got you. (Y/n) it's okay, you got shot at…" Evan trailed off when he realised she wasn't screaming because he was touching her or she didn't realise it was him. He could see it in her eyes that she knew it was him and that was why she was digging her fingers so tightly into his arms.

He stayed quiet, feeling Eddie pull back and let go of her arm- from where he was checking her blood pressure- and Evan let (Y/n) shakily move his hand.

He let go of the gauze he was applying pressure to and let it stick to her head from the blood but he frowned when (Y/n) moved his hand until his fingers brushed over her ear. Her grip tightened and she started to bash his hand against her ear until he had to curl his fingers into a fist and tense his arm in mid-air so he didn't hurt her.

"She can't hear me," Evan's face dropped as he moved back to apply pressure to the side of her head, wincing when she sobbed at the touch.

"The shot was close range, her eardrum might have burst or she could have ringing in her ear." Eddie could see a small drop of blood drying in (Y/n)'s ear that confirmed his suspicion. He wasn't surprised a shot that close had burst her eardrum or done some kind of damage, it was normal for an injury like this. But it might not be permanent, (Y/n) was most likely feeling the shock and a ringing from the shock that could wear off soon.

"Ambulance is here,"

"I'm going with her," Evan didn't look at any of them as he spoke, he kept his eyes on (Y/n) and a small but calming smile on his lips to show her it was okay and he wasn't leaving her. "I've got you sweetheart,"

"We'll meet you there," Eddie patted Evan's back before he took a step back and moved over towards Hen to be out of the way.

When (Y/n) looped her trembling arms around Evan's neck, he slipped his arms under her and lifted her up so he could sit her down on the stretcher that had been brought over to them. He had to hold her wrists and uncurl her hands from his neck so he could walk beside her but he held her hands against his chest and leaned down to kiss the back of her fingers.

Evan dared to look back at the team when he climbed into the ambulance and he realised for the first time that Bobby had gotten up on the fly over quickly and without him noticing. The captain was stood with his arms folded but he had the smallest trace of a smile on his lips and he nodded towards him.

And when he noticed Hen smiling and Eddie look up at the sky with his lips pressed together, Evan realised what he'd done. A slip of the tongue; he called (Y/n) sweetheart. He'd given away what they had done well to hide and keep professional. He didn't mean to, he couldn't help it.

The team were going to find out at some point, it may as well be now when (Y/n) needed Evan the most. And he wasn't far away enough to miss Hen's proclamation.

"I fucking knew it."

#evan buckley x reader #evan buckley imagine #evan buck buckely #evan buckley #buck imagine #buck x reader #imagine #911 imagine #911 #911 fox #eddie diaz imagine #bobby nash

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justplainlovely · 5 months ago

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MINORS BE GONE

I’m writing one, big smutty one shot. There is loose plot set during (and a bit after) the Bal Masque. We’re getting freaky deaky.

Four “events” will happen:

MINORS BE GONE

1. Gay, old man time between M. Richard and M. Moncharmin in an opera box (still figuring out how I want that to look, pls give tips if you have anything specific you want to see there 😛 )

2. After Raoul leaves Christine’s dressing room (dressed in his white domino which, I found out the other day, is women’s clothes), he stumbles upon some group activities going on in a chamber under the marble staircase

3. Christine confessed to Erik that she is curious about carnality, but does not want to do p in v for obvious reasons (he gives her head and he’s surprisingly good at it 😏 )

4. The day after the masquerade, Erik is working with rope. Christine is enthralled, he notices, and Erik proved himself to be a rigger. She secretly likes this

#minors do not interact #phantom of the opera #e/c #gaston leroux #poto #no minors please #smut #erik the phantom #christine daaé #raoul de chagny #poto managers

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born-to-lose-writing · 13 days ago

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Masterlist - one shots (self insert; pt. 1)

♡ - fluff, ♤ - angst, ☆ - smut, ♧ - platonic

Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody cast - Bon Jovi - Guns N' Roses - Hanoi Rocks - Richard Hell - Stiv Bators - Ramones - Van Halen - Slaughter - The Who

Queen

Roger Taylor x reader

the most wonderful time of the year ♡

609 words

You watch Queen filming music videos and Roger has got a surprise for you.

Wish I Was at Home for Christmas ♡

2,873 words

Your flight gets cancelled due to a blizzard. Even though you and Roger hate each other, he lets you stay with him over the holidays.

My Baby Does Me ☆

1,121 words

Roger thinks you're cheating on him and ends the fight in his own way…

I Want You to Know ♤

1,371 words

You're Roger's best friend and roommate, but what he doesn't know is that you're in love with him…

One More Chance ♤

961 words

While on vacation with your friends, you have to share a bed with your ex boyfriend Roger.

Out Tonight ♧

2,269 words

You've never been really drunk and you're determined to change that with a little help from your friend Roger.

Sugar ♤♡

Series || discontinued

You and your friend want to get sugar daddies to get a glimpse of the luxurious lifestyle. You find one in Roger Taylor, but there's a problem. He doesn't know about your intentions and thinks he's your boyfriend.

Chapter 1

Brian May x reader

Bite ☆

992 words

Brian has some extra time alone with you before rehearsal…

Nightmares ♤♧

830 words

After a movie session with your best friend Brian, you have a nightmare.

John Deacon x reader

All I Want for Christmas Is You ♡

1,356 words

Deaky got you for Secret Santa and buys you a really expensive gift.

And They Were Roommates ♡

4,026 words

When you found out you're going to share your dorm room with a boy, you hoped you'd be good friends. But it doesn't take you long to realize you might feel more for John…

Multiple pairings

If You Were in These Arms ♤♡

Series || discontinued

Roger Taylor x reader, Brian May x reader

You're pregnant with Roger's baby, but sometimes things don't work out as planned. Sometimes you find more support in your best friend than the child's father. But what if that turns out not to be as bad as it seems?

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4

Bohemian Rhapsody cast

Rami Malek x reader

Sex Dream ☆

2,024 words

After a weird dream about Rami, you can't stop thinking about him naked all day.

Ben Hardy x reader

Thirteen Years ♡

1,665 words

Joe organizes a blind date for Ben. He soon notices the girl he's been set up with played an important part in his childhood.

Joe Mazzello x reader

Feeling Better ☆♡

1,878 words

A back massage from Joe gets out of hand…

Bon Jovi

Jon Bon Jovi x reader

Always ♤♡

4,381 words

You love Jon, but at some point the rockstar lifestyle gets too much for you. While you find a way to move on after the breakup, he's still not over you after two years and writes a song to cope.

Slippery When Wet ♡ (♧)

2,081 words

You share a flat with Jon, who regularly serves as a model for your college photography projects. One time he suggests you use the shower as a backdrop.

Richie Sambora x reader

Subway Singer ♡

Series || work in progress

You were just living in your daily routine: university, work, home. Until one day a missed train changes everything…

Chapter 1

Guns N’ Roses

Axl Rose x reader

You Take My Breath Away ♡

1,037 words

You're the only person who has ever made Axl feel really loved and he wants to keep you by his side forever.

Cookies ♡

615 words

You and Axl bake cookies for the band.

The Coffee Savior ♡

516 words

On an ice-slicked day, Axl saves you - and your coffee - from falling, so of course you have to return the favour by going on a date with him.

Slash x reader

Your Girl ♡

1,009 words

Slash gets jealous easily when other guys look at you the wrong way.

Obsession ♡

566 words

Slash is obsessed with you and of course, the boys love teasing him about it.

Hello, I'm your boyfriend ♡

716 words

Slash comes to your rescue when you run into your ex by pretending to be your boyfriend.

Cat-and-Mouse ♡

906 words

You spot Slash in the crowd at a small venue concert and you're clearly attracted to each other, but playing a little hard to get never hurt anyone.

Future Lover Boy ☆

1,003 words

You know cheating is wrong, but for an affair with Slash, you're willing to make an exception.

Never Stopped Loving You ♤

1,417 words

You and Slash get hate from the media because of the age difference in your relationship, so he has to make a hard decision…

Drunk Christmas ♡

651 words

You and Slash are invited to a Christmas party, but after a short while, he gets drunk. Way too drunk.

How Christmas Is Supposed to Be ♡

923 words

When Slash finds out Christmas used to be your favorite holiday until it became just another day, he goes all out to make your first Christmas together special.

Izzy Stradlin x reader

New Beginnings ♡♤

776 words

Izzy comes home to you after leaving Guns N' Roses.

Just in It for Sex ☆♡

5,066 words

You and Izzy are fuck buddies, no romance involved, just sex. When your friends think you're more than that, you start questioning your feelings.

Time Gone By ♤

3,264 words

You and Izzy were the perfect couple in high school, but after he moved to Los Angeles, you lost each other. Years later, he comes back to Indiana and you realize both of you have changed in the meantime.

Date Night ☆

1,336 words

You run into your ex and he hits on you, but Izzy fucks you in the next room to show him you're his girl now.

Wild Horses ♡

1,070 words

Izzy calls you while he's on tour.

Walk Me Home ♡

1,117 words

You meet Izzy at a gig and he walks you home.

After All This Time ♡

2,232 words

In 1991, you and Izzy reunite and even now, your old feelings are still there.

Safe With Me ♤

1,235 words

Getting back together with your abusive ex boyfriend was a terrible decision. Thankfully, Izzy gives you a shoulder to cry on.

Dial H for Heartbreak ♤♡

Mini-series || finished

You can't handle Izzy's addiction anymore and draw the line when he gets arrested.

Part 1 || Part 2

Fairy Lights ♡

437 words

You and Izzy spend a romantic evening in your garden.

Helping Mouth ☆

837 words

You've never been eaten out before, but Izzy is here to help.

Duff McKagan x reader

Wrong Number ♡

1,569 words

You call Steven to talk about your love for Duff. Or at least you think you're calling Steven…

Home for the Holidays ♡

1,583 words

Duff's mother invites you, his best friend, to the McKagans' holiday meal in an attempt to set you two up.

Steven Adler x reader

Hairstyles ♡♧

572 words

Steven lets you practice some hairstyles on him.

Hanoi Rocks

Nasty Suicide x reader

Every Single Word ♡

654 words

You talk about how you're in love with Nasty in German, thinking he doesn't understand a word of what you're saying.

What If I Never Get Over You? ♤

3,838 words

Richard Hell x reader

You and Nasty weren't only friends, but not quite lovers either. Then why does it take you so long to get over him after he breaks up with you?

Sami Yaffa x reader

Starstruck ♡

1,033 words

Sami has a crush on you, a famous singer, and gets nervous when he meets you in person.

Happy New Year ♡

636 words

You meet Richard at a gig on New Year's Eve.

Stiv Bators x reader

Long-lasting ☆

500 words

After a Dead Boys gig, you get Stiv to sign something for you - among other things…

Ramones

Joey Ramone x reader

Baby, I Love You ♡

500 words

You and Joey dance to one of your favorite songs.

Van Halen

Eddie Van Halen x reader

By Your Side ♤♡

681 words

You miss Eddie while he's on tour.

Slaughter

Mark Slaughter x reader

Locked Out ♡

600 words

Mark locks himself out of his apartment.

The Who

Roger Daltrey x reader

You Make It Feel Like Christmas ♡

1,321 words

You spend the holiday season with Roger.

#masterlist #mel writes

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chancedarling · 4 months ago

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Chances' brain is running probabilities right now. Of course, the weird shit that kept happening wasn't exactly something he could place odds or ratios against as there was nothing comparable on which to base the bizarre occurrences.

So. Darcy on top of the tower - probability of activating some kind of transportation device -- ??? - probability of an unseen thing carrying her up there -- ??? - probability of Chance activating an unknown ability and tossing her up there --??? - probability of Darcy activating an unknown ability and moving herself up there -- ???

The latter are only considered given the freaky deaky that had been happening to some of the others... Maria... And Brian... (growing gills), and the poor guy on the beach who'd sprouted feathers.

Where there should be numbers though, there were only frustrating blanks. One line of reasoning no more or less likely than any of the others.

She hadn't been touching the tower, so there was no point poking at bricks randomly in the hope that one of them would activate... And then what? Would that even reverse the effect? Or would he end up stuck on the tower along with her? Who the fuck knew if it was a two way thing... Or just a one way trip.

Fuck sake. He wishes she'd just shut up and let him think. Panicked voice yelling down at him as he carefully examines the ground where she was standing, being cautious not to tread in the same place, just in case something else unexpected happened. But he dutifully plays the concerned friend and calls back...

"I can't find anything! Doesn't look like you stepped on a trigger or flipped a switch or... Just - stay calm okay. We'll figure this out!"

'I closed my eyes for a hot second, close to a blink really, and when I opened my eyes, I was up here.'

Hmm... Just to check, Chance looks up at the shaded part of the tower and closes his eyes... Then, squinting, opens one... Then the other. Nope - still in the same place.

"Can you break the window?"

He calls up - trying to lift his voice so it carried.

"You got anything you can give it a whack with?"

Because he really wants to know what's inside this fucking monolith.

"If you can get inside, there may be a way down from there?"

Maybe. Maybe not. But it was probably the best shot they had about now. He did have another suggestion. Because if this was some kind of activated power then it might be possible to activate it again. However - that would possibly skip the opportunity to get inside this thing... Or at least, get Darcy inside. Then, hopefully - if she didn't die horribly by falling to her doom, or falling foul of something within - then she could tell him exactly what might be lurking beyond these sleek and sheer walls. Humming could be anything. A power source? A swarm of fucking killer bees? There was really only one way to find out.

Chance takes a few steps back, easier to see her when not directly beneath, changing his line of sight - and he has to hold up one hand, the light coming around the tower making it hard to see her in the shade.

"Please be careful - don't use your hand... Maybe take of your shoe and try that?"

Breathe, Darcy told herself.

Just breathe.

They were just checking out the Tower, there wasn't anything dangerous about what they were doing now. Just because there was a chance for actual danger, that still didn't mean it was something 24/7. She could just push the fear pulsing under her skin for now and not make a complete fool in front of somebody who even raised a perfectly normal and logical question, somebody who didn't call her crazy for the truth.

She did not want to just seem like a terrified person who is afraid of nothing now instead of the crazy person.

Instead she latched onto his words about vast resources. "Everything on this island is insane, right?" she couldn't help but say. "I mean, the ship in itself is billions. And then all the bungalows, the food, an entire island just for us, the cameras and all the tech. It's insane how much money and energy actually went into all of this." But really, that only proved that it was all legit, in Darcy's eyes.

It was interesting, though, just how fast Chance declared himself a gamer and that he'd be up for something like this. "So you're enjoying yourself for the most part, I take it?" What about her, though? Why would she sign up for something like this? "If it was for any specific reason, I can't remember so I am not sure what that could be. But I think-- I guess I'm also similar as you. All of this is just-- it feels like the possibility of a lifetime, right? It would be so big, so insane, why wouldn't I want to be involved?"

And then the darkness took her (not that she specifically figured out it was stepping in between shadows just yet) and she found herself on the top of the Tower, covered in the shadows of the trees surrounding the Tower itself.

Breathe, Darcy had to tell herself again.

Just breathe.

She was on the Tower, sure, but she was okay. She was up high without any way to come down for now, yeah, sure, but for now at least she was okay. And Chance was still down there, so nothing happened to him at least.

"I don't know! I didn't push any bricks or anything. I wasn't even-- I wasn't even touching the tower, I was just looking up. I noticed how dark parts of the top was and then I closed my eyes for a hot second, close to a blink really, and when I opened my eyes, I was up here."

Darcy could hear Chance moving around the tower down on the ground, hear him, but she couldn't really get herself to move just yet. There was a railing which she wanted to say was nice, wanted to thank whoever put it there, but really, that was just so stupid and more of the panic response after she somehow got herself up there.

"Are you finding anything down there? Any chance I actually pressed something I just didn't realize it?" she called down, finally starting to look around herself. "Cause if something did it specifically, there is no like, seperated landing area up here." It was just dark, on this side of the Tower, barely any light actually crossing through the leaves and the tower's own shadow.

As she was looking around, doing the same thing as she did down there - pressing her hands against the bricks and the windows around the structure, something else caught her attention, though. She stopped, pressed closer to the building. She could have sworn...

"Chance, there has to be something in there. There is a--" What was it? She couldn't quite put her fingers on it. "A humming? Something-- soemthing coming from the inside! Also there are windows! Not see-through, that would make things way too easy apparently, but windows nonetheless! Something has to be inside here!"

#darcyxpalmer #p: darcy #01: darcy

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