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evan: *staring at the third plant he’s killed this week* barty: for someone whose last name is rosier, you sure are fucking useless at keeping plants alive.
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jbjonesxdomme · 9 hours
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PM: Hi, Miss. Delilah said I should message you and ask for some help, if that's okay. - Evan
PM: Hello there, Bambi. And what kind of help are you looking for?
@evan-wilde
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popcornhee · 1 month
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My parents everyone
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cull3nblaze · 25 days
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corwnvus · 5 days
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Some rosekiller au sketches
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fandom-oneshots-etc · 10 months
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Hey, can you write a story about Evan Buckley and Reader announcing that she’s pregnant to the 118 at like a family gathering :)
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🍄 Pairing: Evan Buckley x Reader
🍄 Genre: Fluff
🍄 Summary: At a 118 family gathering, Buck's overprotective nature reveals a little more than the two of you had planned.
🍄 Word Count: 1618
🍄 Abbreviations: N/A
🍄 Warnings: Pregnancy, implied pregnancy complications
🍄 Note: I really liked this request Anon! I hope this is what you were looking for. I thought about this scenario and I instantly imagined Buck accidentally announcing the pregnancy rather than planned. If you would rather a planned version, just pop in another request. A similar request came from @quinnstan247. Enjoy :)
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You could feel the eyes following you closely as you slipped into the kitchen to refill your glass of orange cordial. Your overprotective, puppy-dog boyfriend remained outside in the garden of the Nash household along with the rest of the team as they stood around Bobby and the BBQ grill. You knew that Buck was searching for any reason he could to follow you inside, but you met his gaze through the windows and offered him a reassuring smile that seemed to subdue him for the minute.
Since the second you found out, Buck had been glued to your side. It had been three weeks since you took that test, since your doctor had confirmed it and in that time you had, had to convince him every single day that he could leave you and go to work. Every day he fought you, wanting the both of you to stay home so you could rest and he could wait on your every want and need, but you couldn’t do that. You were only thirteen weeks along and there was hardly any reason to be confined to the bed just yet. You knew that he was only concerned about the safety of you and the peach you currently carried in your womb. It was endearing and one of the sweetest things you’d ever seen, you hadn’t thought that Buck could get any sweeter, but here you were one act away from having a mouth full of cavities.
What hadn’t helped was that Buck had been responding to a number of pregnancy calls in the past few weeks a few resulting in sadder endings than anyone wanted. They had definitely struck a chord with Buck and had only made him hover all the more.
Adding the water to your cordial, you took a sip of the orange, a light buzz filling your taste-buds. You had become obsessed with anything orange flavoured since your pregnancy diagnosis. Whether it was orange skittles (which Buck had kindly sat and sorted out for you), or orange flavoured chocolate, or even the orange flavoured cupcakes you had found at the grocery store and ate within an hour of buying, anything orange and you were all for it.
Walking back into the garden, your entire body seemed to clench a little as you stepped back into the gaze of the sun. As much as you were enjoying this down time with the 118, it was so hot. The heatwave had only hit LA in the past few days but already it was in full swing and you were feeling every beam of it.
“Y/n,” you turned over to where Athena was sat with Hen and her daughter May. The three of them were stood around the mini bar that Athena had installed, in direct sunlight. Already hot, you fought down the urge to grimace as you moved to stand by them, the sun glaring on your skin. “We were just telling May about Buck and that kiddie ride at the mall. She doesn’t believe us.” Hen informed and a grin split across your lips, taking your mind off of the sweltering heat.
“Oh my, God. I have a photo, hang on,” You pulled your phone out of your shoulder bag and set your drink on the bar, thumb flicking through the many photos in your gallery in search of the one from the Saturday before. “He thought it was funny and I tried to tell him he wouldn’t fit but he insisted,” You giggled and turned your phone for May to see. “I honestly thought I’d have to call nine-one-one.”
Displayed across your screen was the photo that still had you giggling a week later. There sat Buck, who had squeezed his way into the small metal bus which was obviously aimed for children 7 and under. But Buck had twisted his body at all kinds of angles and had somehow managed to worm his way into the ride. His head was poked out of the door hole, his legs curled up against his chest, unable to stretch out in the tiny space that his body was occupying.
What Athena and the others didn’t know was that Buck wouldn’t have gotten into the ride if it wasn’t for you. That morning your hormones had been playing you like a fiddle and every little thing had upset you, the bin bag had broken when you were trying to change it out for a new one, somehow a red sock had slipped in with your whites and now everything you owned was slightly toned pink and they had shown that advert with the puppy sat in a box, in the rain, on the side of the street with people walking past ignoring it. It seemed, that morning, that everything was stacked against you. Buck had offered to come with you to the mall so you could pick up your clothing order from a store, you had ordered certain items that they didn’t have in stock and they had delivered into the store the day before. You were buzzing to see the new pair of pumps you had ordered. You knew that in a few months if not weeks, the shoes would probably be pressing against the sides of your feet and ankles because of the pregnancy swelling, but that hadn’t stopped you from ordering them in your size. However, like everything else that morning, even that didn’t go as planned. The shoes had been delivered in the wrong colour and in a size smaller than you wanted, making them impossible to wear. Buck had seen how disheartened you had been when you left the store, trying not to cry in frustration. He had wanted to do something to cheer you up and in a joking manner he had made a bet with you that he could fit inside the kiddie bus ride.
It had definitely succeeded in cheering you up, if not from how silly he looked, his large muscular frame curled up inside the ride, from when he got stuck and couldn’t get himself out straight away. You had done what you could to help him out, but you were giggling so hard your entire body went weak. When he had finally gotten out, the two of you had continued to giggle all the way home and your mood had been lifted for the rest of the day.
“Oh, my God,” May giggled. “That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. Please send me that!” she begged.
“Of course,” you agreed with a laugh of your own. “I could never gate keep on a photo like this.”
“What made him get in there?”
“It’s Buck, does he need a reason?” Hen scoffed. As the ladies continued to giggle, the heat seemed to make it’s presence known as it glared down onto you. The side of your temples was beginning to throb and your skin was starting to get slick and sticky, sweat oozing from your pores. You raised a hand to swipe at your brow, glancing around the garden for the closest seat, your legs aching.
As you moved towards one of the sun loungers, your boyfriend’s eyes caught onto your movements, already on high alert.
“Y/n? What’s wrong?” he asked, abandoning his drink at the grill and rushing towards you, one arm slipping around your waist to help guide you to the seat.
“Buck, I’m-”
“Dammit, it’s too hot out here for you. We should’ve cancelled,” he began muttering to himself. “Are you dizzy? Do you need a drink of water? What about something to eat? Is your blood sugar low? What if you’re dehydrated?” The only thing making you dizzy was the hurricane of questions Buck was sending your way, not even leaving a chance for you to answer them. One of his hands instinctively came to rest on the front of your stomach.
“Babe? Baby?” You tried to pull Buck out of his panicked rant, his eyes not once meeting yours as he kept scanning you for any visible injuries. Not that there were any, but the paranoia was getting the best of him and the heat probably wasn’t helping.
“We should get you in the shade,” he decided. “Shit, you should’ve stayed inside. You’re carrying precious cargo now, baby. You and peach can’t take this heat. We shouldn’t have come. This is all my fault-”
“Buck!” You pressed your hands to the sides of his face, directing his eyes to yours so you could try and ground him. “Buck, baby, I’m fine. We’re fine. I’m just a little hot and tired that’s all. It’s normal.” He still seemed a little uncertain, and his eyes held a lifetime of worry for you and his unborn child. “We’re okay. I promise.” You offered him a reassuring smile, your thumb coming to brush against his bottom lip rhythmically, giving him something to focus on. His eyelids pressed shut as he breathed slowly for a second.
“Are you sure? ‘Cause we can go home-”
“We’re fine. I just need to sit for a minute that’s all.” You peeked over his shoulder. “While I’m sitting, we should probably talk to the people behind you, they seem a little shocked. You kind of let the cat out of the bag.” Buck twisted his head to look around at the team behind him, everyone stood, jaws dropped and eyes wide. Eddie was the most comical of the bunch, his glass halfway raised to his mouth ready to take a sip but frozen in time with the news that Buck had unintentionally shared.
“H-Hey, guys,” He chuckled awkwardly with a sheepish grin. “I guess we have some news to share.”
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coochiekrab · 5 days
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The artfight refs are ready
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donitkitt · 1 month
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been trying to get my hand strength back up and fnaf has been on my mind so take som fnaf doodles
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evermoreismychild · 11 months
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James: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life
Remus: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!
Sirius: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!
Peter: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!
Evan: I’ve been looking for my sense of purpose!
Barty: My moral code, is that you?
Regulus: My will to live, I haven’t seen you in ages!
James:
James: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother gave me but do you guys need a hug?
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puhpandas · 6 months
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when gregory won’t go to sleep evan has to pull out all the stops (using being a ghost to his advantage)
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barty "i don't care if you're sick, i don't care if you're contagious" crouch jr
evan "i would kiss you even if you were dead" rosier
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have i ever told you how much i love rosekiller? because i love rosekiller.
domestic rosekiller, unhinged rosekiller, unrequited rosekiller with bartylus, trans evan, unhinged barty that can only be calm with evan, “no homo” rosekiller, barty losing his shit after evan’s death, barty’s neck tattoo, and so on
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popcornhee · 5 months
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My boyzz
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@rosekillermicrofic 1st May: Rose (it's actually 30th April 22:35 for me, but I was in the mood to write, so)
Word count: 242
Evan couldn't breathe. He was staring at Barty's arm. There it was, a new tattoo.
It shouldn't have surprised him, honestly. Barty was covered in tattoos almost head to toe.
But this tattoo? It was a rose. A really pretty rose. And it was on his inner arm, the left one. Near the heart.
Was he reading too much into this? Probably.
His best friend was impulsive, and this was exactly the sort of a generic tattoo that every tattoo shop has on their wall.
But Evan couldn't help but wonder if it actually meant something. Barty was driving him crazy, calling him Rosie, and then laughing it off. And now this tattoo? It's too much.
Evan smiled. "Looks nice." He looked up at Barty.
"Glad you like it," Barty nodded, his mischievous grin on his face as always. But there was something else, too. Something softer. Barty was looking for approval from Evan, and he got it.
"Let's go to sleep, Rosie. It's late," Barty yawned.
The next day, Evan went to get his first tattoo - a knife, in the exact same placement as Barty's rose.
When Barty saw it, he smiled softly, uncertainly.
He looked up at Evan and slowly reached his hand out to touch Evan's cheek.
"Rosie…" he whispered.
"Just kiss me already, idiot," Evan sighed.
Why had he said it? It was stupid, it was impulsive, it was something Barty would do.
And Barty kissed him.
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sad-girl101 · 2 months
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sometimes pookie bear princess is a 37 year old man ౨ৎ
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criminally-obsessed · 4 months
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EDDIE: I hate to say ‘I told you so’— BUCK: No, you don’t. You would marry 'I told you so’ and have a baby with it and buy adjoining burial plots.
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