#if it wasn't past midnight i'd have made the water look better but i have and early day tomorrow so fuck that

[super-nowa-art]

little eggplant learns to fish!

#art #digital art #fanart #one piece #one piece fanart #sanji #red leg reff #painting #i'm mostly really happy with how this came out???? that's so cringe of me #if it wasn't past midnight i'd have made the water look better but i have and early day tomorrow so fuck that #anyway when i was looking up reference for baby sanji i almost cried bc he's so fucking precious

[robinette-green]

Late Night Day Dreams Chapter 8: Angel <- Human Version

My Fallen Angel

(Automaton Moon Version)

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Moonlight trickled through the leaves, illuminating the dark forest path. In the distance, you could see glimpses of glittering lights shining bright and playfully through the trees. The sounds of chattering people were slowly growing in volume as I walked down the dirt path, pebbles crunching underfoot as I neared the circus.

Normally, I avoided this kind of thing, the sounds and smells bringing up memories of the past, but this show was one I wouldn't miss for the world.

The smells of popcorn and cotton candy filled my nose as I paid the little automaton running the stand at the gate for my ticket and joined the bustling crowd, making their way towards large red and white striped tent.

The performers were a mix of humans and automatons, a healthy mix of life the likes of which you couldn’t find anywhere else.

Acrobats were riding towering unicycles through the people, clowns were doing tricks and telling jokes, the strong man was lifting a woman seated in a chair above his head, and the animal tamer was letting patrons pet one of the decorated horses.

A few cages with show animals had been placed at the edge of the clearing. Gentlemen in their top hats and ladies in their bustled skits were peering in at the robotic lions and tigers, marveling at the deadly mechanical beasts that would soon be performing.

Everything was set in place to excite the crowd for the show they were about to see, but I wasn't interested in any of them.

Letting the bustling crowd push me along, I entered the colorful tent.

Sparkling lights cross-crossed high above us, seemingly draped on every surface, illuminating the three rings on the floor in the middle of the tent and the platforms near the top of the tent polls. In this space, the crowd spoke in hushed voices, in awe of the grandeur, excited for the show about to begin.

I sat on one of the many wooden benches, choosing one near the back of the tent, higher than the rest of the crowd. From here, I would have the best view of the acrobats when they started their performance. I wanted to be able to see them clearly.

He would be performing.

The lights dimmed, becoming small spots of color in the dark, and the crowd quieted, whispering to one another gleefully as the show began.

A spotlight flashed on, revealing the ringmaster. Towering top hat perched atop his head, dressed in a brightly colored tailcoat, he spread his arms wide, welcoming all to the circus!

As each act entered a ring, he would loudly announce them, voice ringing through the tent over the oohs and ahhs of the crowd.

Horses pranced around the rings' outer edges, and clockwork women in sparkling outfits stood on their backs, doing tricks.

Mechanical lions and tigers stood on hind legs and roared, breathing fire for the crowd, causing some guests to scream in fear and delight.

A knife thrower expertly threw knives at a spinning board, missing the woman who had been chained to its surface by inches.

The automaton magician escaped from a locked safe at the bottom of a glass tank filled with water.

Strong men, clowns, a bearded lady, a snake man, and so much more to delight and astound.

I sat patiently through all of it, only half-heartedly paying attention.

When the spotlight focused on the platform high above the crowd, I moved to the edge of my seat, leaning forward to try and get a better look.

There he was, Moon. It'd been years since I'd last seen him. He stood on that little platform, dressed in a midnight blue costume covered in glitter, a grin on his face, arms outstretched as he beamed at the crowd below him.

He looked the same as he always had, an automaton with a round head and long thin limbs. A loving hand had crafted him with care.

Made from blue and white metals, he stood 7 feet tall, towering over almost any human. A crescent moon adorned half his face while the other half was left in a deep blue shadow.

Moon and his partners, both humans and automatons swung through the air, soaring with ease and grace above the ground. One would leap, and another would catch them before flinging the first back across the tent to be caught once more. It was mesmerizing to watch.

I was glad that he could still perform, and clearly still loved performing even without me up there with him.

Flying through the air, getting ready for another leap, Moon caught sight of me. Our eyes met, and the smile fell from his face, his glowing eyes able to see me even from this distance.

He flew through the air, reaching out to grab the hands of the person on the other side, but his fingers slipped. Had the person on the other areal swing not caught him, he would have plummeted to the ground.

No one in the crowd seemed to notice the near tragedy they had just witnessed.

The act ended without further incident.

I'd seen what I'd come to see.

And he'd seen me.

I got up and inched through the seats, making my way to the exit even as the rest of the show continued. The last thing I wanted was for Lucien to find me, and I knew he'd come looking. I'd only wanted to get a glimpse of his face.

Through the heavy tent flap and out into the grounds, I paused, taking a deep breath, letting the cool night air fill my lungs.

Maybe I shouldn't have come.

"Angel!"

I flinched, then turned.

Still in full costume but disheveled, Moon was trotting towards me, his blue eyes glowing in the dark.

Angel. That took me back.

Moon had always said that seeing me flying through that air as we performed was like seeing an angel soaring through the tent, glowing in the lights.

Back then, he'd sometimes whisper the nickname into my ear when he wanted to convince me to do something for him. The steam from his body hot against my neck, hands loosely on my waist, a roguish smile playing on his lips-

Shaking my head, I brought myself back to reality and turned away. I shouldn't have come.

"Wait! Please-"Moon grabbed my hand, reaching me before I could escape.

"Please, spare me a moment. I… I missed you. Why did you leave?"

I couldn't meet his eyes.

"I couldn't perform anymore. What was the use in staying?"

I'd been dropped.

Performing with one of the new additions to the aerial team, they'd let me go too soon, and I'd been sent flying into the tent wall. Luckily, I only suffered a few broken bones, but my injuries were severe enough that I could never perform in the air again.

"You could have stayed and helped with the animals, or the magician could have taken you as an assistant. You didn't have to leave."

Maybe I could have stayed, but not when I knew that being grounded meant I'd lost any chance of winning Moon's affections. He was charming and funny; everyone had their eyes on him. On the ground, out of his sight, he'd never choose me over someone else. Not when I couldn't be his angel. I'd left before my heart was inevitably broken.

I couldn't bring myself to look at him, my chest tight as he squeezed my hand.

I shouldn't have come.

"You could have stayed for me."

Those words made me look up, my eyes finally meeting his.

"I thought I was making it obvious how I felt about you, but… maybe I should have been more direct." He said softly, with a sheepish smile and a pleading look in his eyes.

A blush rushed to my cheeks, face suddenly hot as his words settled in my mind.

Slowly, he pulled me closer. His other arm wrapped around my waist as I was pulled against his firm chest.

The colors from the string lights were sparkling in the air around us as we stood in the deserted circus grounds. From where we were, we could hear the muffled voice of the ringmaster inside the tent, followed by cheers and laughter from the crowd.

"I fell in love with you the first time I ever saw you laugh, dearest. I've loved you all this time, and I should have told you a long time ago. Even if you can't fly, love, you will always be my angel."

My heart was in my throat, making it hard to breathe, my face on fire as I heard the words I'd longed to hear.

He loved me. It didn't matter that I was broken, that my wings had been clipped, and that I was forced to stay on the ground instead of flying through the sky where I belonged. He still loved me.

"Won't you come back to me?" He murmured, ducking his head to bring our faces closer, his lips so close to mine.

"Yes." I breathed, and he closed the distance, pressing his lips to mine.



#glitter rock #glitter rock writing #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #dca fandom #moon x reader #dca fanfic

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Five More Minutes

Not Natural ✨ The Devil's Trap ✨ Holy Water ✨ The Demon's Altar ✨ Midnight Meeting ✨ The Hunter's Trap ✨ Sharp Secrets and Bloody Blades ✨ A Hunter's Beast Tamed ✨ No Chick Flick Moments ✨ Witches, Bitches, and Beasts ✨ Cursed or Not ✨ Poison Lips and True Love's Kiss ✨ Swallowing Hard Truths ✨ Salt and Burn

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: SPN inspired, ABO (knots, slick, heats), demon Kells, hunter Dom, lazy morning play, mentions of rough sex, mentions of pain play, talks of hunting, talks of gun use, gun euphemisms, implications of past sexual assault (brief but stay safe!), teasing, playful insults, hand job, biting/marking, blow job, grinding, anal play, fingering, first times, hint of bottom Kells, improper use of shins, intense orgasms, small mention of foot play, needy boys, Dom being corny, boys not so secretly in love ⚰️ rating: explicit

By the time they finally started focusing on their new mission they'd shared two weeks of vacation together. Of course Tom was there but they spent most of their time locked in the bedroom together. Neither one of them really decided to start working again, they just woke up one morning and they both seemed to know they were ready. They could face everything they had to. They were close enough to handle Astaroth and whatever else might be ahead of them. Kells didn't like the thought of Dom leaving the cabin but one step at a time he supposed. There was something primal and protective in the back of his mind- Dom called it his alpha brain and claimed it was a dumbass. He tried calling it sexist but the devil wasn't sure about that. The kid still looked like a dude so his pretty little pussy didn't count.

"We should make a shooting range out back somewhere." Keliphos sighed as he picked up his lover's hand and played with his fingers.

"Fuck tha'. You know 'ow I feel about guns." The human grumbled back. He wasn't exactly a morning person on the best day but lately he'd been waking up extra grumpy. He didn't think he was sick but he'd wake up almost starving. It made him question how addicted he was to his beast.

"We have to use the Colt on him. Which means we both need to know how to shoot just in case. Unless you've decided you don't need to be there when shit goes down?" He asked gently, fully expecting the slap to his chest from the kid's free hand. "Then you gotta know. I can teach you."

"Why can't I jus' get some mystical sword from a stone or summat cool like tha'? Ain't fairs. I'd raver it up close and personal. He deserves to bleed slowly for all he done."

Kells knew what he meant but there was still a little voice in his head that reminded him Dom had been attracted to a version of his father once. It was hard to quiet the insecurities after a millennia of feeling less than that dick.

"Don't start wiv me, he was a rapey bastard who abused his son. He deserves to 'urt. A lot." Dominic growled and the nephalem furrowed his brows. If he didn't know better he'd think the Hunter could read his mind but… there was no way. Right? "He 'urt you most of all and I won't stand for tha'." The boy hummed softly, rolling against his alpha's side to press a kiss to his stubbled jaw.

"Oh yeah?" He rasped back, smiling down at the only thing he'd ever loved.

"Yeah. Only mine to 'urt. S'me job." The kid cracked a smile, his crooked teeth on wide display. Keliphos couldn't help but grin back. He turned to face him and slid down in the bed. He knew they needed to get up and actually start working but it was hard to leave the soft warm bed. "But I might not 'ate you teaching me to…" He trailed off, slipping his hand between their bellies to palm his lover's soft cock. "-shoot."

"Weak game bitch. What, just cause you have me now you're not even trying? Think you can just- oh fuck!" Whatever teasing insult he was about to say was lost as the punk squeezed over the spot his knot would form.

"Yep. Tha's exactly wha' I fink. You mine, remember? Why I gotta try when you like me so much? Maybe you the bitch 'ere." His soft voice melted the demon to nothing but a needy dick as Dom's strong arm pumped slowly. It was lazy Sunday morning play but he didn't think it was Sunday. It felt peaceful and almost loving and all he could do was watch his partner's muscles move under his skin. He always thought of Dom as small and breakable but he was far from it. His bitch was a killer with a body to match.

Dominic didn't often get playtime without being directed, his alpha tended to be just that- dominating. He took advantage of the moments when his devil was more relaxed. He never slept but sometimes he rested with Dom and was softer when they opened their eyes again. His fingers teased over silky smooth skin, his nails ghosting circles around his crown. He was learning everything that drove his monster wild but his favorite was dragging his thumbnail through the slit and watching Kells squirm.

A second hand joined the first, groping tight around the base. The demon was too big for just one. He hadn't meant to start jacking his alpha off, he didn't have anything to make the glide smooth but as if it could feel the need and wanted to obey he felt a splash of precum soak his hand. His palm rolled over the tip, getting messy and wet before stroking back down and the sound made them both whimper. Dom blushed, he wasn't used to enjoying things like that but his lover was opening him up in more ways than one. Blue eyes blinked fast, those long lashes fluttering, and between one breath and the next they flashed true form.

"'Ere's me guy." The Hunter grinned, his voice more breathy than before. He was shocked at how much pleasure he got from pleasing his man but his own dick was throbbing and his thighs dripped with slick. Keliphos moved to touch him too but he shook his head. "Let me." He soothed, keeping his pace measured and tortuous.

"Mmm, but I like touching you. If you haven't noticed you kind of get me off. Plus you smell fucking-" That rasped voice dropped to a growl as he buried his face in the human's wild hair to breathe him deep. Dom smelled like sunlight and honey. He always smelled amazing but they hadn't been killing or using weaponry or cheap hotel amenities. The only thing left on him was his natural scent and to the devil accustomed to fire and brimstone and blood? It was heaven. He smelled like sunlight before the industrial revolution, before there were too many humans wrecking the Earth. Soft and warm with a hint of something lemon buttery, he just wanted to lick him all day.

"You drooling in me 'air." Dom giggled but it warmed his heart and gave him butterflies in his belly. The devil was addicted to him in the sweetest ways. Maybe they shared a lot of blood and pain but that just meant they understood each other.

His lips traced a trail down his lover's throat until he found the scarred bite he'd left a week before. Kells could heal anything on his body but he chose to keep two marks, one from Dom's teeth and the symbol on his chest. When Tom saw it his eyes went wide and he ran off to his study with the door closed for hours. They weren't sure what was wrong with him, it was meaningless. He'd just cut what he'd felt like but it didn't matter. Any mark he left on the beast was special. "You really think you can get me off with just your- fuck- your hands? Might take a-mmm-" Keliphos tried to stay cocky but he felt too damn good, they both knew he was lying.

Plush lips suckled over his scars before the boy let his tongue lead him lower. The nephalem watched dark hair disappear under the sheet and his palm slapped the mattress hard when he felt that perfect mouth curl around his dick. Dom tugged his leg until he draped it over his shoulder, the kid was getting better at taking him deep and he was obviously looking to get throat fucked. It was hard to keep something like that leisurely, but he let his hips roll gently. The suction around his cockhead was so hot and wet he couldn't help but moan. The only thing better was his omega's slick cunt. "I c-could f-fuck you?" He offered, it seemed like the polite thing to do. Maybe it was just as much for him but at least they'd both get something out of it.

Dom grumbled around his mouthful and shook his head, he had plans for his alpha and he was starving. It started with an addiction to his demon's blood but anything from him filled his tummy and made him content, it all gave him the same buzz. Keliphos groaned at his thoughts, he knew the wanker was listening. His lips curled in a smile around Kells's crown and he wiggled his hand down between his own legs. He was more drenched than he'd thought, his slick dripping down his thighs but that was exactly what he needed.

Once he'd gathered enough he teased his touch between the demon's legs, rubbing his scent into the man from his balls to his untouched hole. "Wait- what- w-what?" That growl came again but this time it was nervous. He swallowed the devil's dick until it cut off his air and made his lover whine. If the alpha truly didn't want it he'd stop him, but after a moment he raised his leg higher and took a deep breath. Dom hadn't thought there'd be anything he could have as a first from him but he was getting the feeling his beast had never offered himself freely before.

A fingertip circled the devil's hole and he bit the edge of his pillow. He didn't know why he was scared, it was Dom for fuck's sake- but he'd never allowed anyone inside him. He could hear the way the boy was thinking- that he'd never offered himself freely. It was a way people thought when they knew… Maybe it was assumed just because he'd been in hell so young or maybe it was written all over him. Whatever it was he didn't want it ruining their lazy morning play so the moment Dom pushed gently, he bared down. "Fuckme- holy shit! Dom?" He slurred, drooling around the pillow as the Hunter did what he did best and hunted out what they both needed.

Dominic tried to make soothing noises through his nose as his touch slid deeper but whatever nerves the demon had were slipping away. He could feel his tense muscles relaxing, everything except the silky heat around his digit- there the beast was clenching tight. The alpha didn't know where to move so he tried going everywhere- bucking forward down Dom's throat and back on his finger. The first swipe against that small bundle of nerves had him shaking for a whole new reason but his lover took him apart like he'd done it a thousand times before. He knew that wasn't true, this was new for them both, but fuck the kid was a god when it came to breaking his pet demon.

A mix of drool and precum was spilling down out the boy's mouth and he kept it open but tight so his lover could take what control he needed. For a moment he thought about touching himself but he knew he needed both hands for his alpha, if he wasn't squeezing his knot it wouldn't be the same. Before he could worry too much Kells shoved his free leg forward, his shin fitting between the boy's soaked thighs. He tried to make a noise of thanks but he just ended up gagging which in turn made the monster jerk and writhe.

Kells groaned when his omega started moving, his sweet cock and pretty pink pussy grinding against his skin. He could feel Dom's messy folds quivering against him and for just a moment he wandered what would happen if he tried to fuck him with his toes. There might be a few kinks to keep locked down deep until the kid's depravity matched his own. He didn't want to scare him off and he was already too close, he knew he was shaking too much to help at all.

Dom's cock throbbed as he humped his alpha's leg like a bitch in heat. He tried to keep focused on the other man's pleasure but he didn't need to do much, Kells was fucking himself with a wild abandon that pushed the human even closer to the edge. He couldn't even breathe anymore but it didn't matter. He could feel the beast's knot pulse under his fist and it was so full he couldn't even close it anymore.

"Dom-mmm!" The demon whined, his dick sinking deeper and deeper until lips kissed his knot and when his bitch slipped a second finger in against his spot the world exploded around him.

The boy sucked harder at the first rush of cum, that sticky white heat spilling out his lips and down his throat. His fingers almost hurt; they were squeezed so tight and he couldn't help wondering what it would feel like around his cock. His lover cried out again at his thought and the devil pulled him off by his hair. He gasped for air and tried to pull his touch free gently but the demon wasn't being careful anymore. An inked thigh fit between Dom's legs as Kells's dick kept spilling over his belly and chest. Before he could even catch his breath their lips pressed together and it felt like he was being devoured by his alpha.

His rapture wasn't far behind and it felt almost ripped free of him. The nephalem didn't let him scream, he swallowed every sound as he spilled hot over the monster's leg. It felt filthy, everywhere they touched they were sticky and wet but that didn't stop them from grinding out their pleasure and leaving marks in each other's skin.

When Dom's mind went dizzy he pulled free and gasped for air, his body twitching from overstimulation but his alpha followed him. Kells would never admit to cuddling but he laid his head on the boy's shoulder and rubbed his cum into his lover's soft pink skin. He didn't have words to describe how he felt, that was almost too much but… he already craved it again. He was panting for air he didn't need and spent for the moment but he still kept thinking about riding his partner's cock till they both saw heaven.

"Is tha' 'ow you use a gun?" The Hunter could barely breathe but he tried to tease the beast and keep him calm. Maybe he should have grabbed the holy water first but he was proud of himself for what they'd done.

Keliphos snorted a laugh and hid his face against the human's neck. "Not exactly. But I think you'll learn quick. Quite the… trigger finger."

It was Dom's turn to laugh but he kept shivering. His demon was massaging spend into his belly and up over his chest, teasing his nipples a little too rough. "Five more minutes in bed you weirdo, 'en we got work to do." He huffed back until his alpha moved to curl his lips around what he refused to call his tit- no matter what the bastard said. "M-maybe ten." His voice broke and the other man hummed happily back.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

I hope this was good, I feel a little tired today but hopefully it came out alright. I thought a little mostly lazy play could be nice before the plot starts up again more. There aren't many questions raised in this chapter but I'm sad for them both. I'm glad they have each other. What is wrong with Dom? Why is he so hungry for his lover? Why is Kells so protective? Why was Tom panicked by the symbol Dom drew? Keep reading to find out! Thank you! I hope you're enjoying it so far 🖤⚰️

#yungblud #dominic harrison #dom harrison #machine gun kelly #mgk #colson baker #dom and colson #dom and colson fic #dom x colson #dom x colson fic #yungblud and machine gun kelly #yungblud and machine gun kelly fic #yungblud x machine gun kelly #yungblud x machine gun kelly fic #com #com fics #domson #domson fics #my fics #jinx fics #abo #alpha beta omega #supernatural inspired #demon kells #hunter dom #past sa #hunting #moring play #lazy boys #boys in love

[atwowbrainrot-sorrynotsorry]

Hold Me While you Wait Chapter 3 [Spider/gender neutral Reader] +Spider/Kiri

Secrets are revealed as Spider has some heavy thoughts to get off his conscience.

TW: Mega angst, Implied suicide ideation, Ardmore's mind-reading torture machine. Hugging. A lot of swearing. Probably an "M" rating for this chapter.

Spider led you out of the human's area and to the yawning mouth of the cave which split the camp in two. It was quiet at this time of night and the moss on the cave walls glowed like a galaxy of stars. Ikrans slept in clusters in the crags and ledges of the cave walls.

"C'mon, keep up." Spider called.

"There are sharp rocks. My feet hurt." You'd rarely gone without shoes in the outdoors before you'd lost your shoes on a beach thousands of km away.

Spider sat on the very edge of the chasm, his legs dangling towards the ground hundreds of metres down. You sat beside him.

"Colonel Quaritch is still alive."He said solemnly. "I saved him from drowning. I saved the man who wants to kill my everyone I love." He looked over for your reaction.

"But why? That makes no sense."

"Maybe so, but you didn't know him like I did. He didn't just possess the memories of my dad. Miles Quaritch was...give me a second. It's complicated. He cared about me. He *saw* me. He made me laugh. And I... I'm not a killer. You should have seen how desperate he looked in that water. In the past year I've seen more cruelty from the hands of the sky people than in the previous 15 years combined. I refuse to be like that. I won't let Neytiri be right about me. I'm not a traitor, but I can't watch someone dying preventably and not help."

You wondered what Neytiri had to do with this, but spider continued with the flood of his confession.

"Of course, She'll kill me anyway if she ever finds out it was me who saved him. I wonder where Quaritch is now, if he's hiding in the forest, plotting and biding his time? Is he killing Jake right now and we won't learn until tomorrow? Have I damned us all?" Spider was panting, his voice breaking in grief. He stared over the edge of the cave. He stared into that midnight abyss a little too hard. "It's okay to cry." You said. "I'm honoured you trusted me with that information first, but you need to tell Norm. You don't have to say it was you who saved him." You gripped Spider's shoulders. "Let's get you a little further from this ledge, you're making me nervous." Spider scooted back a bit and put his knees to his chest and sobbed. "All I do is get in the way and mess things up."

"Buddy, I'm in no fucking shape to be your therapist, but I get why you did what you did. And since we can't do anything about Quaritch from all the way over here, maybe it'll help to theorize what he is planning. All that time with the recoms, you must have some idea what he was planning. And I spent a year on boats in the reef where you lost him. Where was the last place you saw him?" You asked.

Spider took a deep breath. "I don't know. It was rocky. The shore was rocky. It was fairly close to where the boat sank."

You thought back on your shipwreck experience. "Ok, that does not narrow it down a bunch, but when I was floating in the ocean, I didn't see any survivors. Granted, It was dark. But when I got to shore it wasn't rocky, there were trees, so let's assume he went in the opposite direction from me. How well does Quaritch traverse the terrain?"

"Fairly well, for a sky person." Spider gave a half hearted smile. "He has an Ikran."

"Really? That changes things. Do you remember the marine biologist, Dr. Ian Garvin? Well he had a house boat of sorts, a portable lab. I'd imagine it would be quite easy to find from the air. And it'd have a radio, and rations, and probably spear guns or something. If Quaritch found that, he could contact the RDA and get reinforcements." You theorized.

"You're not helping me feel much better about the situation." Spider groaned.

"Or perhaps, an airlift back to Bridgehead?"

"No" Spider theorized. "The Colonel wouldn't give up quite that fast. I'd bet General Ardmore would have his ass if she knew he let Jake Sully get that close and slip through his fingers again. I think Quaritch would rather not let them know he failed again."

"You're pretty smart you know that?" You told him.

"Think so?"

The two of you settled that it was likely a stalemate and that Jake could handle his own. You sat in silence for a bit, enjoying the glowing night.

"Is that all you want to tell me." You finally asked.

"Sure, I could go on, but if I don't stop now, I'll never stop talking, I'll just keep finding other memories to be upset about." Spider moved to stand up but you grabbed his hand to pull him back down.

"It sounds like you've been holding a lot inside. Am I right to think there's been too much shit going on, nonstop, for you to process your emotions?" You asked resigning yourself to playing therapist.

"Yeah."

"Well, there's nobody else here right now, and nothing else to get done. Tell me one more thing that weighs on your mind. How exactly were you separated from the Sully's and taken by the RDA anyway?"

Spider recounted the story of how the Sully kids had seen some military strangers with Na'vi bodies scoping out an abandoned lab trailer, how they were caught, but saved by Jake and Neytiri just in time, but they did not save Spider. "I don't blame Neytiri for that." Spider added.

He told you how Colonel Quaritch recognized him, and how He recognized Quaritch despite his new, blue appearance. "It's really messed up, demonic technology to bottle a soul and bring it back in a new body. He didn't even get peace in death."

They'd hauled Spider off to Bridgehead where he'd been uncooperative and refused to give them any information. "This bitch of a General strapped me into a machine and it had these panels that spin around my whole body. It was unholy bright and then it felt like my brain was being pulled in two by magnets. Worst headache of my life. Memories were being drawn forth that I did not think to think about. The General was still yelling at me, but I couldn't really understand her over the pain and the whirl of the machine."

"I realized they could see my memories and were searching for clues to where Jake had gone. It was so violating. I couldn't allow them to get anything out of me. If they could see my thoughts, then I couldn't allow myself to think anything useful. I used all my strength to think about Kiri's hands. I pictured every line, curve and freckle, mapping them out in my mind, and when Ardmore tried to steer my thoughts away, I doubled down. I moved on to Kiri's hair. I couldn't even let Ardmore see her face unless recognizing her was somehow useful. So I pictured myself rebraiding her queue. My imagination went tunnel vision on the back of her head. My head still hurt, but Kiri was the only image both powerful enough to think about forever, and neutral enough to be useless to the RDA. I don't know how long the mind-rape went on for but it stopped abruptly. Then I was taken to room with just a table, so Quaritch could try to "good cop" the information out of me."

Spider finished talking and looked your way with distant, unfocused eyes like he was still seeing that machine at Bridgehead, and not you or anything else at High Camp.

"Damn buddy, I'm sorry. Do you need a hug?" You asked, spreading your arms. Spider reached for you, with equal amounts eagerness and caution. You hauled the larger boy into your lap. He rested his head on your shoulder, still crying. You could feel the warm brush of his breath on your neck, his hair tickling your cheek. The two of you sat like that in silence until his breathing evened out.

"C'mon man. Let's go back to the sleeping area. My legs are falling asleep." You said, patting his back. Through the cave entrance dawn shown its pink light.

"Okay, and thanks." he said.

"Anytime."

Back in the oasis of Earth atmosphere, you took off your exopack with a yawn, and you and Spider crept silently through the maze of hammocks and bunk beds. You climbed in your hammock and adjusted your life vest under your head. It had found new purpose as a pillow.

Once again, just as you were drifting to dreamland, you were awakened. "Get up, Kiddos!" Avatar Norm yelled, slapping both you and Spider on the shoulder. It was meant fondly, probably, but his hand was bigger than your face. "Y/N, I have a few people from the engineering and mechanics team for you to meet."

Oh, right. You thought once again about how you'd decided you'd actually like to learn Na'vi weapons making, but now didn't seem like the time to mention it, as Norm stood expectantly.

Thanks for waiting all week for the update, this chapter was difficult to write, due to the heavy subject matter. At one point, I felt dread at the thought of writing. I'll have a more light hearted chapter up next.

Here's the link to the entire work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45911749/chapters/115558099

#Avatar fanfiction #Spider Socorro #Spider Socorro/reader #avatar the way of water

[nakachuchu]

1:27 AM | Officer! Itadori Yuuji (nsfw)

SYNOPSIS: Modern AU - Officer Yuuji arrested you straight out of a robbery, but you claim you're innocent.

READER: criminal! female

INCLUDES: femdom, manipulation, corruption kink, riding, interrogation room sex, seduction, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of breeding

WORDS: 1023

WRITTEN: 05/11/2021

NOTES: Thank you for requesting from my time event! This isn't as femdom as I usually write, but I still hope you enjoyed it :)

"Officer Yuuji, I swear I didn't mean to," you said with a small pout. "My boyfriend made me. Ex now, I guess." You paused to sniffle. "He threatened to kill me if I didn't help with the robbery."

The truth was, you went into the robbery planning it out. It was true, you weren’t meant to be left behind but your boyfriend knew your pretty face would be able to sway the authorities. It had worked in the past, after all.

You made a mental note to break up with him. If he wasn't such an idiot, neither of you would have gotten caught in the first place.

Yuuji nodded, writing down everything you were saying. Although, his eyes seemed to flicker to your lips a bit more than he should have been.

"It's alright, Miss. We'll catch him and put him behind bars."

You rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand before reaching forward to cup his hands, shocking him.

"Thank you, Officer! Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Oh, no—"

"Are you sure?"

Your arms pressed your breasts together, spilling them over your low-cut dress. Yuuji gulped, obviously eyeing them.

Your dress barely hid anything. It was one reason why Yuuji believed you. After all, who the hell would rob a bank in a pretty, revealing dress that barely offered any movement?

"I realize it's late, but I'd do anything for you. That's how much I appreciate what you're doing for me," you said.

"W-Well, I-I don't know if we—we should—"

You smiled, glancing at the clock that read 1:27 AM. You got up from the chair and walked around the metal table to pull his chair back and sit in his lap.

"Are you sure, Officer?"

Your breasts were pressed up against his chest, arms laced around the back of his neck while you fluttered your eyelashes at him.

"W-Well, if—if you're offering..."

You leaned in, pressing your nose against his jawline as your nimble fingers unbutton his uniform.

There was just something about you that made him unable to say no. It was past midnight anyway and all the other officers were sitting around, doing nothing as usual.

The interrogation room was a simple room with a table and chairs in it. There was no recording system or two-way mirror. There was a camera in the corner of the room, but Yuuji could just delete that clip—after saving the footage to a private hard-drive, of course.

Your hands roamed his chest, purring soft compliments at how toned and hard he was. It was so simple, but your praises made his cock hard.

Sure, you had played the victim, but a little fun never hurt anybody. Besides, he was a good-looking man that made your stomach twist and turn in anticipation.

Your hand brushed against the bulge of his cock through his pants that had gotten too tight for him. His thighs clenched as you unzipped his fly and slipped your hand into his briefs, pulling his cock out.

"Oh, you're big," you cooed.

His cheeks turned pink, cock throbbing in your hand at your sudden praise. You chuckled and nipped at his jawline.

"God, I want you inside me," you groaned.

He was thick and you could see the veins on his cock. Your mouth was practically watering as you pulled your panties to the side.

You slipped your fingers between your slits, drawing cum from your cunt to run onto Yuuji's cock.

"Oh, my God," he whimpered, eyes glued to your cum smothered on his cock.

His brain and eyes barely registered you hovering above his cock and sitting down. Your dress was bunched up around your hips, allowing you to move better.

You threw your head back, a soft whimper escaping your lips at the feeling of his fat cock stretching you out and prodding at your cervix.

"Oh, my God," he whispered, closing his eyes with pleasure. "F-Fuck, you're so good—so hot."

"What, me or my pretty pussy?" you questioned, a weak smirk on your face as you moved your hips around.

"G-God, y-you—Fuck, all of you," he groaned.

You chuckled and gripped his chin with one hand while your other hand propped yourself up on his knee.

"Good boy," you praised. "Now, let's feel real good, okay?"

You bounced on his lap, making squelching sounds each time you sat back down. His hands gripped your hips, and you were glad you enjoyed pain because Officer Yuuji was a strong man and you knew your hips would be bruised tomorrow.

At this point, you didn't have to move at all. Yuuji, in his haste, was bouncing you onto his cock. You didn't mind being manhandled though. His cock was fat and each time you came down, your clit rubbed against his pelvis.

Your hands reached out to grip his shoulders. Your hair was jostling around, stray strands sticking to your sweaty forehead. Your hand traveled down, fingers rubbing against your clit.

“That's right,” you breathed out. “Fuck, you're so big.”

He groaned. “D-Don't say that. I'll—I'll cum. F-Fuck, ‘m close.”

You smiled. “Yeah, you wanna cum?”

Was that even a question? Your hot cunt wasn’t even comparable to the pocket pussy he had stashed away in his nightstand.

“Fuck yeah, I wanna cum. Wh-Where should I—”

“Inside. Right inside, Officer,” you panted.

Hell, if Yuuji was this gullible, you'd be able to get away with a lot more crimes. If you had his baby, there was no way he'd want to let you go.

All logic went away as his cum spurt out, filling you up. You moaned, mouth parted at the filling of being stuffed with his cum while his cock remained still and throbbed inside you.

“That's right. Wanna have your babies,” you muttered. “You'd be such a good dad, Officer.”

His eyes were screwed shut, barely registering what you said and what the meaning of those words really meant. All he really understood was that he'd be able to fuck you in the future if you stayed in his life.

“Now about the money you found me with…”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori yuji x reader

[softsebnbuckystan]

Souls ties - Part 3 (Bucky Barnes au)

"I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met"

The sun had set a while ago and the band had been replaced by speakers, meaning the party was coming to an end, even though you still hadn't properly talked to Bucky. You  knew you probably should've payed more attention to your own husband but Darren seemed to enjoy himself more around his college friends. It would've driven you mad, had it been a regular party. Oddly enough, his behaviour that night didn't bother you as much as it should've. One might say your attention was elsewhere. It was late, and you were thirsty for water after all the champagne and hors-d'oeuvres you'd had. You were positive your rosy cheeks attested for it. At the bar, you took a minute for yourself and sat down, taking this occasion to relieve your feet from your high-heel shoes. The night's fresh air made the hair on your neck stand on end and your body's instinct was to shiver, even though the weather was still quite nice. Your body tensed up as you felt a presence at your side.

"Feeling a little tired there?" he asked. You were starting to know this voice now, and it was like music to your ears.

"I needed to be away from the crowd for a moment," you confessed.

"Oh, I can leave if you want."

This made you look at him instantly. "No, stay." You realised how pressing you must've sound and chuckled at his confused eyes – which had a beautiful shade of blue in the moonlight. "I mean...I didn't want to get away  from you, specifically. Sorry if it sounded that way."

"I'd get it, you know," Bucky said. "What happened earlier..."

"...was disturbing for us both, I assume."

Bucky didn't say anything about you interrupting him. It felt natural, actually, almost like finishing his sentence rather than rudely stopping him mid-speech.  "Yeah, exactly," he continued. "I'm really sorry if that caused you...any pain or something."

"What? The coffee?" you asked naïvely. "Don't worry, it wasn't that hot," you said with a wink.

A faint smile appeared on Bucky's lips, making you notice both how he hadn't smiled much until then and that it lightened up his face in a touching way.

"I meant pain as in fear, or anxiety. Your wedding mustn't be the place you expected to hear those words." He looked you in the eyes and you  shivered once more. "Are you cold?"

You shook your head no before looking down to your knees. His eyes on you were making you  feel all sorts of ways you wouldn't dream of sharing with anyone. "No, I'm not," you said. Taking a careful breath in, you decided to glance at him. Your eyes paused at the same time as your lungs, taken away by the beauty of the man's face. Something behind his blue iris was beyond description and drove you even more eager to get to know him, his story, his passions and pet-peeves, his everything. He'd seemed to have stopped breathing for a second as well, but you weren't entirely sure it hadn't been a figment of your imagination.

"Maybe we should go back to the others," you whispered. You tried getting off your stool and slipped next to your shoe. Bucky moved fast to grab you with his arm and prevent you from hitting the ground. His grip was firm –  exaggeratedly firm. You brushed off the sensation of his leather glove on your back and thanked him hastily before going back to Steve.

"Are you okay?" he asked, lowering his voice.

"Yeah, sure." You knew he wasn't fooled by your answer ; Steve knew you better than you knew yourself. Bucky stayed silent for a while after that, and neither of you seemed to fathom what to do next.

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"Ready to go, honey?"

You opened surprised eyes at Darren's question. It was barely past midnight.

"Darren, we can't leave before the other guests, c'mon..."

Your husband looked disappointed and now that most of your shock had gone away, his attitude was slowly driving you mad, especially when you gave deeper thought to his actions and words throughout the day.

"Do you even want to be here at all?" you asked him, somewhat dryly.

"Calm down, y/n. We've been here forever and I wanna rest for the night. Is that too much to ask?"

"Resting on your wedding night? Yeah,  that's a lot to ask for," you replied. "I thought we were going to party until the end and have fun with our friends before going home. Consensual marriage is supposed to be celebrated, don't you know that? Ugh, you really are a buzzkill sometimes."

"Wow, easy there. If you want to stay,  fine. But I'm going home."

"Are you serious right now?" Your stomach was burning with anger and disappointment. You loved Darren, but this kind of behaviour had become a habit of his. "You're going to leave me alone at our wedding party?"

"You're not alone, you have Steve and Wanda and...whoever that guy is over there. Enjoy the rest of your night."

"Damn it, Darren, that's not fair!"

Wanda's eyes turning towards you made you realise how loud your voices had been and you lowered yours a notch.

"Fine, go home. But don't expect me to be all smiles when I join you, if I even do."

Upon those words, you turned around and walked away from him. You were perfectly aware that there was no point in reasoning with him at this point. You ended up going back to your group and were surprised to see that Steve and Wanda had walked away as well, leaving Bucky alone.

"Where are they  going?" you asked, still angry from what'd just happened.

"They're grabbing more drinks. Wanda said she'd choose something for you since you were...busy."

You brought your hand to your forehead, ashamed that he'd heard you losing your temper.

"Sorry about that. He's just...difficult, sometimes."

"I saw that," he said with his hands in his pockets, "and no need to be sorry." You could see him take a deep breath in before he kept talking, even  though he was trying hard to look as calm and composed as possible. "Come, let's take a walk. It'll help you blow off some steam."

You followed Bucky through the garden and as you drifted away from the crowd, hearing less and less voices, a soothing feeling filled your body and mind. You took deep breaths in and deep breaths out, taking in the bucolic smell of the close-by forest. The only thing left bothering you were your shoes, and you made the call to take them off, leaning on Bucky's shoulder without even thinking about it. He stopped to let you do it.

"Here, let me hold them." He gently grabbed your shoes by the heels and carried them for the way.

"Thank you." You took a peek at him and smiled. "How did you know a walk would calm me down?"

"I...I  just did," he answered with a shrug. "Did it work?"

"It's starting to." You smiled at him ingenuously, taking in some of his features at the same time. The slight crook of his nose, the rebellious hair on his neck...  A question was burning your lips. It was just the two of you, so you might as well just ask. "Did you ever give much thought to what your tattoo said?"

He didn't seem taken aback by your question. At least you didn't think he was, even though his emotions were hard to read.

"Not really. I just assumed someone would pay me a compliment out of the blue  and confuse the hell out of me." He chuckled for the first time since you'd met him and you got a feeling that didn't happen often. He stopped quickly, as would a kid caught red-handed. "You?"

"I had lots of scenarios in my head. Someone bumping into me, stepping on my feet or even running me over with a car...I mean, that sentence could've been said at many occasions, really."

"It's true, though I don't think saying 'shit, I'm sorry' would be an appropriate apology after running somebody over with a car."

You laughed at his remark and nodded in agreement.

"True. It is only an appropriate apology for spilling coffee all over someone," you teased.

You couldn't even hear the music the speakers were playing anymore, only the insects buzzing and leaves brushing against each other. As you walked, you got dangerously closer to Bucky. You knew what your body was doing, where your legs were taking you, but you had no idea why  they were doing it. You shouldn't have been standing so close to him, especially on your wedding night. Your hand accidentally brushed against his leather glove and he moved away. His movement wasn't big enough to call it an act of repulsion, but you also didn't know why exactly he didn't want to be close to you.

"I'm sorry," you said. "I just..."

"...want to be close. I know." He sighed and stopped walking. "It's a weird feeling and I didn't think you...I thought you weren't feeling it."

"What? The feeling that draws me to you and that I can't control? Of course I feel that. I've...I've met you hours ago, and yet..."

"You feel a connection that dates to much longer than that," he finished.

"Exactly. I couldn't really put words on it but...yeah. That's what it feels like."

"I'm sorry," he said. "Steve wanted me to come here for some reason and I..."

"Don't say you shouldn't have come, please."

He looked back at you and saw you'd been staring at your feet saying that sentence. His face changed in an instant.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. Not at all, actually... If I hadn't been there tonight, you might have actually enjoyed your wedding."

"I did enjoy it," you replied in a hurry. "Just not the way I imagined." You stared into his eyes,  trying to understand what he was feeling in this very moment. "We'll see each other again, right?"

"That might not be a good idea, as much as I would want to."

"But...as my sister always tells me, soulmates don't have to be romantic. I can be happily married and still get to know you....can I?"

He tightened his lips, thinking about his answer. His face gave you no clue as to what he truly wanted, but the answer he gave you might have been an indication.

"You can try. I can try."

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Part 3 is where I chose to start the fluff haha! I hope you enjoyed this part. It felt quite cute writing it, so I hope the final result is :)

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #james bucky barnes #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #winter solider x reader #catws #cacw au #captain america #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #self insert

[d-noona]

BARTERED BRIDE - Chapter 4

Ch 04 - Lunch Meeting

Kim Namjoon is a ruthless financier used to buying and selling stocks, shares and priceless artifacts. But now Namjoon has his eye on a very different acquisition - Park Han Byeol. Left destitute by her father's recent death, Han Byeol walks into Namjoon's bank looking to extend her overdraft. As Han Byeol needs money and Namjoon needs a wife, he proposes the perfect deal: he'll rescue her financially if she agrees to marry him. But in this marriage of convenience can Han Byeol ever be anything more than just a bartered bride?

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"I nearly kept you waiting," said Namjoon. "I came back from the bank at eleven to go run in the park. As I was coming home I saw an old man on a bench who was obviously in need of medical attention. That held me up."

"Do you run everyday?" Han Byeol asks.

"I try to. Are you a runner?"

Han Byeol shook her head. "I play tennis and ski. I don't do work-outs."

He slanted an appraising glance at her figure. Today, in place of a black suit, she was wearing a designer outfit bought on a holiday in Italy. It consisted f a fine jersey-knit top in lilac, a waistcoat in violet, and swirling chevron-striped skirt combining those colors with pink and pale pistachio-green. The audacious color combination was perfect with Han Byeol's dark hair and brown eyes. "You look in great shape," he remarked. "But people in desk jobs like mine need some kind of fitness regime to stave off the bad effects of a sedentary lifestyle. Come and sit down. What would you like to drink before lunch?"

She remembered his remark about the wine she had been drinking when he forced his way in the previous evening. Was he one of those people who drank only mineral water and made everyone who didn't feel on a lower plane? Han Byeol had no intention of allowing him to intimidate her. "A Campari and soda, please," she said firmly.

Namjoon said to the butler, who had been following them at a discreet distance, "A Campari for Miss Park and my usual, please, Curtis." With a silent inclination of the head, the butler withdrew.

"Let's sit over here, shall we?" Namjoon steered her towards a group of comfortable chairs near one of the windows. "Have you finished your packing?"

"Almost"

Knowing that she wouldn't be able to sleep, she had worked on it till long past midnight. At half past nine this morning a dealer whom she had ought a lot of furnishings had come round to buy them back. Luckily Han Byeol had paid for them out of her bank account. Although the money in it had come from her father, technically they were her property, not his. As soon as his business had been forced into receivership, everything her father had owned, including the family home belonged to his business creditors. But the cash the dealer had handed her could go in her pocket. It wasn't much but it was better than nothing if, when Namjoon spelt out the terms of his trade off marriage, she found that she couldn't accept them. Looking up at the elegant cornice around the ceiling and the two crystal chandeliers, their chains swathed with coral tassels at the tops of the heavy cream curtains.

"Are you interested in architecture?" He sounded faintly surprised.

"Sometimes."

The butler came back with their drinks, hers a slight more vivid red than the coral linen slipcovers on some of the sofas, Namjoon's colorless except for a twist of lemon floating among the ice cubes. It could be in or vodka, or it could straight mineral water. Namjoon said, "This was my grandparents' house. My paternal grandmother still lives here when she's not staying with her daughters". I moved here when my father died. We had been living in Ilsan. I have an apartment near Gangnam but I thought you would feel more comfortable being entertained in the main house," he added with a gleam of amusement. After a slight pause, he added "I shall move out when I marry. The province is better for children, if their parents can choose where to live. Most people can't of course."

"Where are you thinking of moving to?" Han Byeol asked.

"I haven't decided." His expression was enigmatic. "Where would you choose to live, given a free choice?"

Han Byeol considered the question. Once the answer would have been "Wherever Yoongi wants to live." She said, "Ideally I'd like more sun than we get in this city. I wouldn't mind living by the sea, getting some fresh air...or a lake would do as long as it has mountains round it. I'd like to look out on mountains...big ones with snow on top."

He lifted an eyebrow. "Sounds as if New Zealand would suit you."

She shook her head. "I'm sure it's a beautiful country but it's too far away from Korea. Have you been there?"

Namjoon nodded. "The scenery's magnificent...when it's not raining. Unreliable weather. I went with old friends, you might know them since they run in the same circles you do. Where have your travels taken you?"

"Mostly to holiday places...the Caribbean in winter...resorts round the Med in summer. My mother's a passionate gardener. She doesn't like travelling alone, even in a group. I've been on some garden tours with her...the south of France, Ireland, California. Where do you for holidays?" Han Byeol takes a sip of her Campari.

"I used to go with my father who also liked someone with him. We went to Japan together and other Pacific Rim countries. I travel a lot for the bank. For pleasure I usually go to France, Greece or Spain. Where would you like to go for our honeymoon?"

The question, tacked on to innocuous small talk, took her by surprise. "I haven't agreed to marry you," she said coldly.

"If you found the idea unthinkable, you wouldn't be here," he said dryly. "Let's be straight with each other Han Byeol. I need you...you need me. It's a sensible, practical arrangement."

She knew that at least the first part of what he said was true, but she wasn't about to admit it. Was it pride that made her reluctant to fall in with his plan too readily? She said, "I'm not clear why you've selected me."

"You're very attractive...as I am sure you're aware." he smiles at her gently.

"Is that all you want from a woman? An acceptable face and figure? Don't you care what I'm like inside?" Han Byeol scoffed.

'I can make some intelligent guesses. People can't hide their characters," he told her casually. "Even in repose a face gives a lot of clues to its owner's temperament. Apart from yesterday's evidence that you have a short fuse, I haven't detected any characteristics I wouldn't like to live with."

His arrogance took her breath away. In that moment of shock, she was struck by the thought it would be both a challenge and public service to bring this man down from his lofty pinnacle and convert him into an acceptably unassuming person. But perhaps it was already too late . One of gran's favorite sayings was, "What's bred in the bone must come out in flesh." Namjoon with his long-boned thoroughbred physique and his handsome features, looked a descendant of generations of men who had felt themselves to be superior beings and never experienced the doubts felt by ordinary people.

In a different, more rough-hewn way, her father had been the same. Probably somewhere far back in Namjoon's ancestry, there had been a man like her father: a rough-diamond unscrupulous go-getter who had founded the Park Fortune. Perhaps if Mr. Park had married someone better equipped to handle him than her quiet and easily cowed mother, her father might have been saved from becoming an overbearing braggart. Whether, at thirty four, Namjoon's essential nature could be modified was problematical. But it could be interesting to try.

She said, "I don't find you as transparent as you seem to find me. It takes me longer to make up my mind about people;"

"You haven't had as much experience of summing up people as I have."

The butler reappeared. "Luncheon is ready when you are, sir."

They ate in a smaller room with a view of a large garden, an oasis of well kept greenery in the heart of the city. The surface of the round Regency breakfast table had a gleaming patina resulting from years of regular polishing' It reflected the colors and shapes of the red-streaked white tulips arranged in a what Han Byeol recognized as an antique tulip pot, its many spouts designed to support the stems of flowers which had once been costly status symbols. The meal began with potted shrimps served with crisp Melba toast, tiny green gherkins and white wine, which they continued to drink with the main course, chicken with minty yogurt dressing.

While they ate Namjoon talked about plays and art shows he had been to recently. It was the kind of conversation made by strangers at formal lunch parties and although his comments were interesting Han Byeol thought his choice of subject was irrelevant to this particular situation. When the butler had withdrawn, leaving them to help themselves to a fruit salad with fromage frais, or to selection of more substantial cheeses, she said, "Why do you want a wife when you could go on having girlfriends and a change them when you get bored?"

Offering her elegant Waterford compote, its apparent fragility emphasizing the powerful but equally elegant form of the hands in which it was cradled, he looked at her with unexpected sternness. "I have a responsibility to my line. I need sons to carry on the traditions established by my predecessors."

She found this solemnly irritating. "Are you expecting me to provide proof of my fertility?" Before she could add that, if he was, he could forget it, Namjoon said, "No, I'm prepared to chance that."

"Big deal!" Han Byeol said sarcastically.

She had a feeling that Namjoon wouldn't hesitate to divorce her if she failed to live up to his expectations in some way. But although he struck her as a monster of cold-hearted self-centeredness, she couldn't deny that he was extraordinarily attractive. Every movement he had made since they sat down had heightened her awareness of the lean and muscular physique inside the well-cut suit and the long legs under the table. His hair was dry now but still had a sheen of health. There was nothing about him suggestive of stress or tension. He seemed entirely relaxed. Yet why did he need to arrange a businesslike marriage instead of falling in love the way people usually did?

Wondering, suddenly, if he might be in the same situation as herself, heartbroken, although it didn't seem likely, she said, "When did you dream up this scheme?"

"It's an idea I've had for some time...probably since my contemporaries started divorcing. I have about a dozen god-children, most whom now have step parents, some official, some not. I don't want that for my children."

"Did you parents stay married?" she asked.

It seemed to her that his face underwent a change. His lips didn't tighten. His eyebrows didn't draw together. But there was a subtle hardening and chilling, reminding her of the impression she had received that morning when they sat on opposite sides of his imposing desk/ Now they were at a table designed for a more intimate and relaxed conversation. But she sensed a change in the atmosphere and knew she had trespassed in an area of his where she was an unwelcome intruder.

"They separated. They were never divorced," he answered.

Han Byeol wanted to ask hold he had been when the separation happened, but something made her hold her tongue. Later, going back to the flat in the taxi he had laid on for her, she regretted her curiousity.

When-in-two people were going to marry, there shouldn't be any "No go" areas between them...or at least none of that nature. His past girlfriends were not her business, but his family life certainly was. She shouldn't have allowed herself to be put off. From now on she wouldn't be, she told herself firmly.

#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #kim namjoon #joonie' #RM #bangtan army #rm x reader #rm x original character #rm motherfuckers

[blueriverhayes]

[2] Alone (Daryl Dixon)

This is a reminder: this is an AU, so I'm not exactly following the storyline of the show. That's why some characters are alive, others are dead, and they're still at the farm.

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Eva couldn't help but feel nauseated as she followed Rick out of the forest, away from her camp, and closer to his. It had been three years since the epidemic spread, and since then Eva hadn't been able to trust anybody except for herself. She wanted to trust Rick, but she just couldn't.

"I don't think I ever caught your name," Rick said, breaking the silence.

"Evelyn. But I usually go by Eva."

"So, Eva," Rick said, smiling, "you been alone this whole time?"

Eva tried to push down the sick feeling in her stomach as memories of what happened flooded her mind.

"No. I was with my best friend at the beginning. He didn't make it."

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"Eva, get ready! We have to go, now!" Shep yelled from his bedroom. He was packing a duffel bag in his room while Eva sat in the living room of his apartment, her eyes transfixed on the television. She was watching the local news channel, where they were showing live footage of a. . . well, a zombie.

"Evelyn! Now!"

Eva snapped out of her trance and grabbed her suitcase, following Shep out of his apartment building. Outside, it was nothing but widespread panic. Feeling claustrophobic, she grabbed Shep's shirt and closed her eyes, not opening them again until they reached his car.

"The majority of the people are going to try to take the highway out of here. I think we'll have better luck on the backroads, if we can get there," Shep said, maneuvering his car through the crowds of people.

Eva tried to block out the horrifying screams that filled the air, but nothing she did helped. She looked out of her window and watched the people running around, screaming, but when she saw what they were all running from, she couldn't help but let out a scream herself. Right in front of Shep's car was an elderly woman with a metal pipe sticking out of her chest. Eva watched as she stumbled around, grabbing the nearest person and taking a bite out of their arm.

"Eva," Shep said, "Eva, look at me."

Eva slowly turned away from the window and looked at her closest friend. Shep stayed focus on the road, winding in and out of traffic as they made their way closer to the less crowded backroads just outside the city.

"I know you're scared. I am, too. But we can't afford to be, not now. I love you, Eva, and I'll always have your back. But you've gotta calm down, or you'll get one of us killed."

And that's exactly what happened.

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"Sorry to hear that," Rick said, coming to a stop at the edge of the trees. Eva stopped beside him and looked out into the clearing ahead. She could see a large white house with an even bigger barn beside it. The house was surrounded by huge, beautiful fields, and in the middle of one of the fields was an RV and a handful of tents. There were maybe a dozen or so people milling about, laughing amongst one another, when Eva heard something she never thought she would hear again. The sound was coming from inside the house, and Eva watched as a small lady with short hair walked out, holding something in her arms.

"Is that. . . is that a. . ." Eva started, pointing at the woman. Her eyes began to water as the sound of a baby crying continued to fill the air.

"A baby," Rick said, with so much pride in his voice that Eva knew that the baby was his. "Her name's Judith. You wanna see her?"

Eva looked back at Rick and softly nodded her head. She thought she would never see another baby again, and it was almost too much for her. She didn't know something so pure and beautiful could exist in this new world.

Hesitantly, Eva followed Rick as he made his way to the woman holding Judith. She tried to ignore all the stares and looks people were giving her, until she caught sight of Daryl looking her way. He was standing beside a small tent that was pitched away from the others. Eva subconsciously stopped walking and held Daryl's stare for a beat before Rick called.

"This is Eva," Rick whispered in Judith's ear, smiling as Eva walked up to him. The baby gurgled and waved her hands as Eva walked up to her. Rick handed the baby over and Eva hesitantly took her into her arms and began whispering little nothings into her ear.

"Hi, baby," she said, rocking Judith from side to side, "you're so beautiful. You know that? So pretty." Eva almost lost herself in Judith before a boy, maybe thirteen or so, walked up.

"Who's this?" The boy asked Rick.

"This is Eva. Eva, this is my boy, Carl. Eva's thinking about staying here."

Carl looked up at Eva and smiled. "It'll be nice to have some more help with the chores."

Eva smiled down at the boy and handed Judith back to Rick.

"Well, that's if I decide to stay. Still haven't made my mind up yet." Eva looked around the camp again and saw how happy and almost carefree everybody seemed. She missed that feeling.

"Why dont I introduce you to everybody?" Rick asked, walking towards the tents. "Everybody! I got someone I want ya'll to meet!" Within seconds, everybody formed a semi-circle around Eva, Rick, and Carl, and Eva noticed how different everybody seemed. There was that small woman who stood beside a menacing-looking Daryl, an older man with a beard and half a leg missing, an Asain kid standing awfully close to a pretty brunette, and a woman with dreads that had a sword on her back. They all looked so different, but it was obvious that they all shared a close bond.

"Eva, this is Carol, Glenn, Maggie, Beth, Hershel, Michonne, and you've already met Daryl. Everyone, this is Eva. She's considering staying with us," Rick introduced everybody, pointing out who was who, while everybody took their turn saying hello to Eva. Well, everybody except Daryl, who was already making his way back to his isolated tent.

"Nice to meet you, Eva," Carol said with a sweet smile, offering her hand for a shake.

"Nice to meet you, too," Eva took Carol's hand and noticed how calloused it was. "I've never seen a camp with so many people in it. How long have y'all been together?"

"Rick, Daryl, and I have been together since the beginning. We've lost a lot of people, but we met more along the way." Eva saw the look in Carol's eyes and decided not to ask any more questions about her past. "Here, let me help you set up. We don't have another tent, but I can fix something up for you." Carol smiled and led Eva to the RV.

"Aren't you worried?" Eva asked as Carol handed her a stack of blankets.

"Worried about what?"

"Worried that I'll kill you all in your sleep and take everything you have."

Eva was shocked when Carol looked at her and started laughing. "I'd like to see you try," she said, and Eva left it at that. "Here, nobody's claimed this spot. You can stay here for the night."

Eva looked around where her and Carol were standing. She noticed that she was right in the middle of the camp, surrounded by the RV and other tents. So far, the people hadn't given her a reason not to trust them, but she just couldn't shake the bad feeling. And like Shep taught her, better safe than sorry.

"Actually, could I set up over there?" Eva asked, pointing to an empty field that was nearly half a mile away from everybody else.

"Are you worried?" Carol asked, a knowing smile on her face.

"A little."

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After Carol helped Eva set up her makeshift tent, which was just a blanket propped up on a couple sticks, a few people came by and said hello, but other than that she spent the rest of the day alone. Once the sun started going down, she built a small fire and watched as the bigger group sat around their own, sharing a meal. Eva could hear their laughter and voices from her camp, but couldn't make out what they were saying. She could imagine, though. She used to have those same conversations with Shep.

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"I can't believe you ate dog food!" Eva almost couldn't breathe for how hard she was laughing.

"Listen, twenty bucks is twenty bucks. Plus, it was chicken flavor," Shep said, grinning down at Eva.

It had been nearly a month since they left Atlanta, and since then they had only encountered a handful of the dead. Even though Eva was scared out of her mind most of the time, Shep was good at making Eva forget all of it. He was good at making her laugh.

"You're an idiot," Eva sighed, laying her head on Shep's shoulder. It had to have been past midnight, and the fire they made earlier was dying out, but they both couldn't sleep.

"Eva?" Shep said, nearly a whisper, and Eva could sense the change of tone.

"Hm?"

"I'm scared."

Eva sat back up when Shep said this, turning to her side to get a better look at him. Eva knew that Shep had to be scared, but this was the first time that he admitted it since they left Atlanta.

"I'm scared, too. But we've made it this far. And we'll make it to the end. We're going to make it." Eva brushed Shep's shaggy hair out of his eyes and saw that what she said didn't make him feel better.

"Evelyn, I wasn't built for this world. If you weren't with me, I'd already be gone. And if something were to happen to you-" Shep choked on his words, bringing his hands up to cover his face.

"Sheppard!" Eva scolded, "Stop that! Nothing is happening to either of us! You can't think like that. It's just like you said - we can't afford to be scared. We're gonna be alright. We're both going to make it out of this."

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The sound of a twig snapping woke Eva out of her daydream, and she turned around to see Daryl looking down at her.

"You stayin'?" He asked, not meeting her eyes.

"Dunno yet." Eva turned back and looked down at her dwindling fire. Daryl hadn't spoken a word to her since that day in the forest, so she was uneasy with him standing over her like he was. Just as she was about to politely ask him to leave, her stomach growled.

"We got food, ya know," Daryl mumbled, and Eva could sense how uncomfortable he was. She was, too.

"Yeah, I know. Rick gave me some."

"Then you should eat."

Eva just shrugged her shoulders. She didn't want to eat any of the food Rick gave her in case she decided not to stay, and she didn't feel comfortable eating with the group yet. After a few moments of awkward silence, Eva turned around to see if Daryl was still there. He was.

"Do you need anything?" Eva asked, not unkindly.

"Naw." And then he walked away.

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Part 3:

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