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[lovewriting-5]

Until Dawn

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

*Technically, Chapter 6 in game*

Chris, Ashley and I make it back to the cabin. The three of us split up and search the cabin for Sam. Ashley and I met in the main room of the lodge. I ask her “Were you able to find anything?” She says “No, you?” I say “No.” Chris runs down the stairs. Ashley asks him “She wasn’t up there?” He says “I don’t know…I didn’t see her. She must have come down here.” I tell him “We haven’t seen her either.”

We walk down a hallway as a candle suddenly lights. The three of us jump. Ashley says “Ahh! Did that just happen?” Chris says “Dammit! What is going on around here?”

The three of us walk down to the first floor and into the Cinema Room. Ashley says “Chris…(Y/N)…” I say “Sa - - What?” For some reason, Ashley chooses now to bring up what happened in the shed. She says to Chris “Chris I just want to say…what happened back there in the shed…I know how hard that was…Josh was your friend…” I tell her “Ash, I don’t mean to sound rude but can we please not bring up what happened in the shed?”

Chris looks at me with concern. He tells her “Ashley stop…” She continues “No, I want to say - - I mean thank you - - thank you for saving my life - -“ We continue down the hallway. Chris tells her “Sure Ash…Sure. I mean…I’d do it again.” I roll my eyes.

He asks me “(Y/N), are you alright?” I tell him “Yeah, I’m doing okay. It’s just hard to comprehend your boyfriend getting sawed in half.” Showing Ashley that I care that she is okay, I ask “Ash, you alright?” She tells me “Yeah, I just…dating him, it must not be easy watching that. And. Chris, I know you and him were close.”

“Let’s just find Sam, okay? That’s what we’re doing now.” Chris says. Ashley says “I mean, oh my god - -“ I say “Ashley, please stop, okay? I don’t want to think about what just happened.” She says “Chris - - (Y/N) - -“ He says “We’re finding Sam.”

The three of us exit the Cinema Room as the door slams behind us. I say “What the heck!” I try to open the Guest Room door. It opens slightly but then closes. Chris says “This is so eff-ed up!” I try and open the door again. Ashley says “That’s really creepy!”

The door to the hallway opens by itself as I see a figure walk across the other end. I scream and ask “Wait a minute. Did the two of you see that?” Chris asks “Did we see what?” I say as I point down the hall, “That, Chris. That.” He says “What ‘that’ was that?” I tell him “It was like…a see through shape. Like a ghost.” Ashley says “Oh boy.”

I tell them “I’m serious. Why don’t the two of you believe me!? I said I saw it, doesn’t that count for anything?” Chris says “We’ve been through Hell tonight. Okay? Your mind is fried. Our minds are fried. I don’t even trust what I’ve been seeing.” I look at the ground and say “I don’t know. I don’t know. I just…I saw something…” Sincerely, Chris tells me “It’s okay. You’re just…we’re all…kind of out of our heads right now. I mean we just…we gotta pull it together, okay? You with us?” I start “Chris…”

Chris says “Let’s just…let’s just keep our heads.” Ashley asks “Are we going crazy down here?” We make our way to the basement. Chris says “It’s the only place left Sam could be.” She says “I wish we could just go find everybody else, and - -“ I ask “What if Sam needs us? What if she’s in trouble?” She says, shakily “Oh god…”

The basement door opens. Chris says “Let’s go.” We walk down the stairs and are welcomed to a loud noise. An item flies out of a cabinet as there is another loud noise. I yell “WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!” Ashley asks “What the HELL is going ON!!” Chris and I are trying to find where the noise comes from when we hear Ashley scream. We turn around and Chris says “Whoa!” She says as she points to a rocking horse, “Oh my god that scared me!” I ask her “You knocked into it right? You knocked into it?” She says “I don’t - I don’t think so…I mean, I don’t know!! How did everything get so freaky around here? Door slamming and candles lighting up out of nowhere and that specter that (Y/N) saw - -“

Chris tells her “Ashley, I think you’re kind of ignoring what’s really happening here - -“ I ask “Don’t tell me the two of you didn’t see that translucent white figure just passing right by us?” He turns to me and says “We…We could be seeing things - -“ I tell him “I’m not imaging things!” He says “Yeah, well I saw things too! We saw what happened to Josh in the shed! And that’s what I’m worried about!” I look down at the cement floor, say “Oh…Chris…I know…I know…”

He says “You know what I’m worried about? Okay? I’m worried about Sam! What’s happened to her? If there’s some maniac out here then she could be dead too!” Ashley steps closer and says “Don’t say that! Please, Chris.”

Ashley walks over to a dollhouse. She motions us over. She tells us “Look-look look look! You can see in the windows.” Sarcastically, Chris asks “See what? Tiny furniture?” She says “No, it’s a whole scene, with dolls and everything!” I ask “Yeah?” Ashley lifts a compartment near the roof. The compartment reveals a keyhole. He says “Huh. I guess you need a key if you want to play around in there.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the ghost again. I point at it and say “Wait! Chris-Ashley-Chris-Ashley-Chris!! The ghost!!” They spin around. Chris asks “What?!” I ask “Didn’t you see it?” Ashley shakes her head and says “No.” A little annoyed, I say “You were looking at your phone, you dip! What are you tweeting?! Hashtag there’s a freaking ghost after us?!”

Chris says “(Y/N), calm down, okay. There is no ghost here. Ghost of what? You’re freaked out because of what happened with Josh -“ I tell them “You’re not paying attention. I saw it. I saw a ghost and it looked like Hannah! It looked like Hannah!” Ashley asks “Wait wait wait WHAT?” I add “Or-or maybe Beth.” Chris says “Jesus…What do you think they followed us up here from the séance?”

I said “I don’t know, maybe!” He tells me “They didn’t! Because ghosts don’t exist, okay?” I ask “Okay, who was talking to us at the séance, Chris?!” He says while massaging the back of his neck, “I don’t know.” All of a sudden, there was a scream in the air and an object hits the ground.

The three of us jump. Ashley asks “What did that?” Chris asks “How does a picture just jump off the wall like that?” Ashley notices something on the floor. She walks over to pick it up. She walks back over to us and I notice she is holding a key.

Ashley looks down the hall, points and says “Oh my GOD! There-look there!!” Chris and I turn around and see where she is pointing. He says “Wow, that’s…” I tell them “See?! You do see it.” He says “…that’s…I dunno…I-I just…This is fucking crazy…” He runs down the hall. Ashley says “It’s showing us the way!” She puts the key in the keyhole on the dollhouse. She says “This is unbelievable. I feel like the ghost wanted us to see this.”

Chris asks “Why?! What?!” Ashley opens the dollhouse and inside were dolls sitting in the bedroom. I ask “Whoa, whoa whoa-what is going on here?” She begins “Oh God! It’s like -“ Chris says “It’s not ‘like’ anything. That’s us. Hiding there, waiting for Hannah. Last year.”

Ashley to the dolls, “But…It’s so accurate, I mean that’s exactly where I was sitting…and that’s where Matt was…” I say “This was setup by someone. Who was there.” She says “Or someone, or something that was watching us…” I tell them “Maybe it’s a warning. I think someone…I think someone put this here to mess with us.” Ashley says “No, it has to be the ghost, it’s trying to tell us the maniac killed Hannah and Beth!” Chris says “I think it’s this bastard, and he’s…he’s just trying to fuck with our heads.” She asks “Why would he set this all up?” He says “He’s trying to tell us he’s going to come after us all too.”

The doll’s head turns to the side and the eyes open. We jump back in surprise. I say “Yikes!” The top of the dollhouse opens to reveal something inside. Ashley picks it up and it’s a diary. She says “It’s…It’s Hannah’s diary.” She turns to one of the pages and begins to read ‘I really think…Josh is doing better now that he’s out of the hospital…I saw him today - -‘ I look over her shoulder and look at when it was dated. I say “This was…before, a couple months before we all came up…”

She continues to read ‘I saw him today and he seemed…better…he’s pretty upbeat, but…he talked like he’s been doing therapy…for such a long time…guess I didn’t know, mom and dad never let on…Funny how you cannot even know your own brother. I kinda need a good cry…thinking about how lonely he must feel…’

Ashley gets to the last page then continues ‘everyone being together here…on the mountain…is gonna be so awesome…cozy fires and hot tubs…and OMG Mike…I am so psyched to spend some time with him…’ She adds “I can’t read this. It’s so sad…” She closes the diary and puts it back.

A door creaks open down the hall. I ask “What was that?” Chris says “It came from down there.” I go check out the noise. I open the door more and go through it. I am met with something. Chris and Ashley run in after me but the door closes and separates us. Chris and Ashley say “Goddammit!” Frightened, I say “Oh! Chris! Ashley!”

I bang on the door. Chris was able to get it open, he says “Nothing.” I say “But you did see it. For real.” Chris says “We saw…something. But where’d it go?” Ashley walks in and finds a lightbulb catalogue. She says “Hey…Hey, look at this. Doesn’t seem as old as some of the stuff down here.” I look at it, ask “A catalogue…for industrial lightbulbs?” Chris says “That is so random.” Ashley turns to one of the pages. She tells us “Look. One of the bulbs is circled.” I see which one it is. I say “That’s a powerful bulb.”

I find a hidden camera. I ask “Uh? You think it’s the guy?” Chris says “Well that makes sense.” Ashley says “I don’t like being watched.” I turn the camera around and ask “Better?” Ashely turns it back around and say into it, “Go suck an egg!” She turns it back around and says, “Now it’s better.”

We continue walking in the dark and damp basement with Chris leading the way. The shudders rattle. Ashley asks “Uhhh? What was that? Huh.” Chris says “Wait there’s a whole ‘nother room through here. It’s mammoth.” I say “I don’t know if I want to keep going.”

We continue walking a crumbling hallway. I ask “Where in the world are we now?” Chris asks Are you kidding me?” I ask him “Did you know this was here?” He tells us “This? This is like a whole ‘nother hotel. I had no idea this was here.”

Ashley says “I don’t think I can take any more of this.” Chris says “Yeah I’m about at my limit here too.” I say “All I wanted to do was forget last year ever happened…” He says “To be honest I’m not sure what Hannah thought she was doing.” Ashley says while looking at Chris, “Yeah…well…you know how it is when you’re crushing pretty hard on somebody…” I look down at the ground thinking of Josh.

Chris says “Great, so you’re basically saying that we put a vulnerable friend in a terrible situation and essentially caused her to run away and never be heard of again?” Ashley says “If it was you, don’t you think you would have run away? I mean who likes being made fun of?” He says “People don’t make fun of me.” She says “To your face.” He asks “What?” She tells me “Chris, we made her look so stupid, in front of all her friends and the guy she liked. I can’t imagine doing anything worse to somebody.”

I find a stack of fake newspapers that reads ‘Ex-Janitor Convicted For Arson.’ There was also a return address, ‘18th August 2014 Return Address: Quality Copy Ltd. 2100 - Clarke Ave. SW, Edmonton, Alberta, T6N 8J5.’ I say “Hey. These…are these fake? Why would anyone make fake newspapers?” Chris says “That’s a really good question.”

We keep going and come to a staircase that leads underground. Ashley says “You know what? No.” Chris turns around to look at her. He says “Ash -“ She tells him “No! I’ve had enough! I’m not going down any further into this nightmare!” He says “Ashely…I understand, okay? We’re all really freaked out too. But if Sam’s down there all alone with a maniac…and we leave? We’re basically killing her ourselves.”

I say “Guys…I’m gettin’ a really weird feeling from all this…” Chris asks “What do you mean?” I tell them “I just…I can’t shake the feeling that those fake newspapers have something to do with the guy who killed Josh.” Ashley asks “Like what?” He asks “Like it’s a…setup or something?” I say “Yeah…but…I mean, how? It’s just…it almost makes sense but it just feels like we’re missing something.”

We head into a room as the door slams right behind us. Ashley walks up to something hanging from the ceiling. She says “Oh no, you’ve got to be kidding me. Repulsive!” Chris says “This can’t be for eating.” She asks “Why the hell is it here?” He says “It’s like a goddamn grind house in here.”

I walk around and on a wall there were hooks and chains. Chris says “Oh jeez. This is so enticing.” I say “Oh boy…You think all this stuff is…his?” He says “Unless the Washingtons were into some freaky shit in their spare time, then yeah…probably.” I tell him “I’ve never seen this stuff before.”

Ashley finds a wall with photos of each of us. She says “That’s us.” Chris asks “What is this, like a fucking hit list? Christ.”

She goes into a room. We hear a machine start up. Chris and I go see where it is coming from. I ask “Hello?” She says “Oh god…it’s from last year…the stupid prank.” He says, sympathetically “Uh…This is a little…This is a little uncomfortable, huh?” She says “I’ve never seen this video…She’s just so…” I ask “So…what?” She says with regret, “She’s so excited…and alive.” I say “She has no idea.” Ashley all of a sudden sees herself in the video, says “Oh jeez.” Chris tells her “Whoa. I forgot you were such a willful participant.” She says “This is horrible. I couldn’t feel worse.” Chris tells her “You look like you were enjoying yourself.” She tells us “That’s the worse part, isn’t it? We were just playing a joke. It was supposed to be funny.” I feel tears starting to form in the corners of my eyes. I say “Yeah.” And walk out.

In the distance, I notice a red smear on a door. As I get closer, I notice that it looks like blood. I shout “CHRIS! ASHLEY!” They come walking out of the room to where I am. As they get closer, I tell them “Oh crap - look at that.” Ashley asks “Blood?!” Chris says “Might be Sam’s. Let me see if I can get this…”

Chris begins trying to open the door. He is getting it with a struggle. He says “Ungh…Got it…but…damn this thing is heavy -“ I tell him “Be careful!” He tells us “You guys gotta come through…Ash…(Y/N)…I can’t hold it…Ungh…Come on…”

In the room to the right, I spot a figure. I say “Oh!! Chris! Ashley!” They both say “What?” I tell them “I think I just saw Sam over there!” Ashley asks “(Y/N)…Are you SURE?” I tell them “I don’t know, but come on. I think we should check it out.” Chris who is still holding the door open, says “Well I’m pretty sure whoever’s bleeding came through here, okay? So we really got to get moving like now!”

I look from Chris and Ashley to the other room. I tell them “I’ll catch up to you. Sam!!” They both say “(Y/N) -“ I walk into the room as the door closes behind me. I shout “Chris! Ashley! CHRIS!!!! ASHLEY!!!! Help! I’m stuck!” I stop as I hear steps walking toward wood planks. I duck down as the Psycho walks by. Once the Psycho was far enough away, I butt scoot in the opposite direction. I then stand up and run out of the room. I open a door then shut it behind me. I walk backwards, mumbling “Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit…”

I keep backing up and then bump into something hard. I turn around real slow and scream, “Ahh!” It was Ashley and Chris. I say “ASHLEY! CHRIS!” He says as he puts an arm around my shoulders, “Hey hey hey - relax -“ I say “You guys scared me half to dea - ohmygod.” Ashley says “We weren’t trying to scare you.” I tell them “Sorry to disappoint you!” Chris says “Hey, sorry, alright - take it easy.” I tell them “The psycho. I just saw him.” He asks “What? Where? Where did he go?” I say “I don’t know! But we’ve got to be quiet! He’s gotta be…still really close.” Chris says “Awesome.”

We then hear “Please no!” I yell “Sam?” The three of us enter through a set of double doors. Ashley says “Oh, Chris. Oh no.” Chris asks “Hello?” I ask “Sam?” I walk toward a chair, cautiously and turn it around. Sitting in the chair was Sam in just a towel. I say “Sam!! Chris, is she dead? Holy shit, holy shit -“ Chris tells us “Shit. She’s not-she’s not dead.” Ashley asks “How do you know?” He says “She’s still breathing.” I ask “What the hell is wrong?” He says “I think she’s been knocked out.” Ashley says “Ohh. Oh no no no no no. This is bad, this bad!! We’ve got to get her out of here!”

Chris is all of a sudden knocked out with gas. Ashley shouts “CHRIS!” I shout “OH SHIT!!” We see that it was the Psycho. He goes after Ashley, she shouts “AHHH NO! GET BACK! Stay the hell away from me!” She stabs him with scissors in the left shoulder. He says “Oh, no nono, live and learn!” She asks “What?” He punches Ashley who gets knocked out. He says again “Live and learn.” The Psycho then grabs my wrist and yanks me toward him. He places the gas over my mouth and I drift out.

I am woken up by Chris saying “Ohh. Shit…oh crap…(Y/N)? Ash? (Y/N)!! ASH!!” I blink my eyes open and find myself tied to a chair, facing Chris and Ashley. Ashley wakes up and looks around. I see she has a black eye. I try and break free. Chris asks “Aw, Jesus, Ash - what did he do to you?” She says “I think…he hit me…” I shout “CHRIS!! ASHLEY!!” Ashley asks “(Y/N), are you okay?” I tell her “Yeah, I’m just tied to a chair. I’m happy to see you two.” Chris says “We’re happy to see you too. Shit. I’m gonna murder his fucking face off.” I ask “What is this?” He says “This is him. This is the guy who killed Josh -“ I say “No.” Ashley says “No, Chris…Oh my god no!! Oh god…Chris!!” He shouts “You murdering piece of shit! You MONSTER!” She says “Look around!! We’re gonna die! I don’t think I’m ready to die…” Trying to break free from the restraints, I say “No-one is going to die.”

Ashley says “I wish I could tell you…it’s just not fair!” Chris asks “What? Tell me what?” She says “It’s too late! Chris, what’s the point?!” He says “Stop it, just say…” I say “Ashley, just tell him!” She begins “We’re always talking around it, and now, I mean, we’ve wasted everything!” He says “Ashley…none of it was wasted.” She asks “What do you mean?” He tells her “Every second that I spent with you was the only thing I ever wanted to do with my time.” Ashley asks “What are you saying, Chris?” Chris says “I’m sorry…I should have told you how I felt.” She says “Chris!” He says “Ashley, I swear, when we get out of this -“

That’s when a saw from up above, turns on and slowly moves down. I say “Oh god!” Ashley shouts “AHH!! No! Help!” I continue to try and break the restraints. Chris says “I’ll get us out of this! I won’t let us die!” Ashley and I both scream and begin sobbing. A voice says from overhead “Hello there my special little subjects.” I freeze and look around. Ashley says “I’m so scared.” I say “Aw, shit.” Chris says “Don’t be scared.” The voice says “Oh, you should be, because here’s the twist: Chris has made one fatal choice already today,” I say “Oh no…no…” The voice tells us “and now he must make another. Chris…you can take that gun in front of you and shoot Ashley, or you can shoot yourself. Whoever is left, can live! The choice is yours.” Chris picks up the gun, points it at the saw and shoots. The voice laughs and says “Don’t be so silly, Chris.”

[patch3sthenightup]

[pineapple-coffee]

Ahkmenrah’s first sentence in the film is a comedic joke about his situation.

The man has been wrapped up in bandages and screaming his head off every night for over fifty years and his first line? A joke.

“You wouldn’t believe how stuffy it is in there.”

He could’ve yelled. He could’ve pinned blame. He could’ve let out some anger. He could’ve done anything and it would have been warranted because he was trapped for over fifty years.

But he didn’t. He calmly made a joke and immediately started working with Larry to save the people who had kept him trapped for all those years.

Because he’s Ahkmenrah. And he is no less than a fair, just, and diplomatic ruler.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

hi

could you please do a BoRhap request? Where she looks after the guys during recording since her family owns Rockfield Farm and they love her cooking? But the guys (minus Fred who has Mary) all fancy her too?

❤️

SOMEBODY TO LOVE

Pairings: John + Roger + Brian x Fem!reader Summary: ^^ Warnings: none, I don't think Note: I did my best guys, I'm sorry

a knock came to your door as you finished up breakfast

you left the kitchen and went to the front door

you opened the door to see a blonde with long hair with sunglasses on

he was wearing dark, slightly flared jeans, a yellow v neck shirt underneath a greeny grey jacket with fur

behind him was a short haired brunette with a mustache

he pushed the blonde out of the way and held out his hand

"hi, I'm paul, this is Roger, From Queen" he introduced

of course you knew Queen was coming to your family's farm, it wasn't like you didn't know who they were and wouldn't let them in, it's just that you felt Rogers gaze planted on you and it made you feel a little nervous

"you're not" Roger scoffed quietly

"yes, of course, come in, are the rest here too?" you asked, stepping out of the way to let them in

"they're sorting out their luggage" Roger answered, taking off his glasses

"well, I made breakfast..if you're hungry?" you smiled tightly

"depends what you're serving" Roger smirked and looked you up and down

"pancakes" you responded quickly

"yeah, I could eat"

he followed you to the kitchen and he took a seat, shovelling food onto the plate in front of him and started eating

a few minutes later Roger had finished his plate and went back for seconds

"ah there you are Freddie" Paul spoke up, noticing the other three band members by the door

"we're also here mate" the tall, long curly haired brunette said, seeming annoyed by Paul's presence

"should I show you boys to your rooms?" you wondered, breaking the silence that filled the room

The three boys standing at the door all turned to you

"didn't know the farm came with a pretty lady" the curly Brunette smiled

"oh I'm Y/n. this is my Family's Farm. I live in the building beside this one, I'm just here to show you around"

"are those pancakes for us?" the auburn haired one said

"oh, yes! you can have as many as you want" you pointed to the mountain of pancakes you had made on the counter

"they are delicious" Roger said with a mouthful of food

"well I'm Brian, This is Fred and John and I see you've already met Rog"

"it's a pleasure to meet you guys"

"pleasure's all ours darling" Freddie beamed

"well I'll show you your rooms then" you said taking off your apron and leading them upstairs

"it's probably not what you're used to but your manager said it was perfect to get away from distractions so" you shrugged

you turned to face the boys and see Roger first

"you're in here. mister Taylor" you looked to the first door

"right" he grunted, walking into the room with his heavy luggage

"and that's yours, Mister Mercury" you pointed to the room in the corner to the left

"thank you darling"

"Mister May, yours is right here" pointing to the right side next to the bathroom

Brian walked into the room and you noticed John still standing on the top of the stairs

"oh, sorry. mister Deacon, you're downstairs" he walks back down the stairs and you lead him down to the room.

"I know it's small but it doesn't get nearly as cold as the other rooms" you informed him

"okay..." he frowns as he steps down

"well I'll let you get settled then, i'll show you and the band around when you're ready" you smiled, starting to go up the stairs

"are there still pancakes?" he asked, putting his luggage down on the bed

"oh yeah, they'd probably still be warm too" you answered

he soon started following you up the stairs to the kitchen to find all the other members of the band eating the pancakes

"Rog really didn't lie, these pancakes are delicious" Brian hummed

"we need more syrup" Roger lifted up the empty bottle of maple syrup

"oh..ok" you walked over to the fridge as John took a seat and started eating the food

"here you go" you grinned, putting the syrup on the table in front of them

-

it's been a few days since they've arrived and much to your surprise, you've seen more of them then you expected

you didn't think you would see much of them, you thought thy would be very busy and you didn't have a problem with that

but Roger, Brian and John all seemed to want you around them

Roger would casually flirt with you

Brian would always start up a conversation or make you help with with a lyric

and John would subtly make eye contact and smile before coming up to you to ask for suggestions

and they would all ask if you could cook them up something when they got hungry and said they liked your cooking, so much so that there would be barely any left for Freddie or you.

Roger was currently helping you make breakfast while Brian and John sat and ate while they discussed songs

"i put my heart and soul into this song" Roger spoke up as they talked about his new song he made

"no one is disputing that" John smiled, lifting up his fork

"and you don't like it because you want your songs on the album" Roger fought

"it's not that Roger" John denied

"then what is it?" the blonde raised his eyebrows as he stopped cutting bread

"I'm in love with my car?" Brian spoke up

you fought back a laugh at the thought of the song

Brian and John both made a questionable face as silence filled the air

"maybe it's not strong enough?" Brian suggested

"what does that even mean 'not strong enough'?" Roger frowned

"I know I'm late. What did I miss?" Freddie came in and poured himself some tea

John straightened his back and looked at the singer "discussing Roger's car song"

"is it strong enough, that's all I'm asking. If I'm on my own here, then i apologise" Brian put his hands up defensively

"how does your new song go, then, hm?" Roger walked over and grabbed Brians lyrics

"you call me sweet.. like I'm some kind of cheese" the drummer read out

you stifled a laugh as you cooked bacon

"it's good" Brian defended, looking at the John who was eating a sausage with a smile and Freddie who was stirring his tea

"wow" Roger sighed sarcastically

"is that-, is that you know- when my hand's on your grease gun..That's very subtle isn't it?" Brian read Rogers back

"it's a metaphor, Brian" Roger argued

"it's just a bit weird Roger, what exactly are you doing with that car?" John spoke, waving his fork around

"what do you think, Y/n?" Roger turned to you, looking for backup

you put the now cooked bacon on a plate and turned to the boys

"don't turn to me, I'm not getting involved" you shook your head

"children please, we could all murder each other but then who would be left to record this album?" Freddie butted in

"statistically speaking, most bands don't fail, they break up" John stated mater-of-a-factly

"why the hell would you say something like that?" Freddie frowned

John shrugged and Freddie turned back to the Blonde

"Roger, there's only room in this band for one hysterical queen" Freddie informed the drummer before walking out

"you know why you're angry, Roger?" Brian began again

"...why?" Roger breathed out

"'cause you know you're song isn't strong enough" the curly headed man repeated

"boys I really don't think you should be-" you started to say but cut off by Roger throwing bacon at Brian's face

"is that strong enough?" Roger questioned

"ok" you mumbled, looking at John, who smiled at you amusingly

Roger pushed off plates and glasses off the table angrily

"what about that?!" he asked before going over to find something else

"Hey!" you yelled at Roger, who grabbed a pot of Coffee

he turned and began to swing it at the two boys before he stopped as they put their hands up

"Not the coffee machine!?" they both yelled

Roger put the coffee machine down and you sighed looking at the mess

"I'll clean this up" he sighed after a moment of silence

"you sure are" you nodded sternly

-

you sat in the recording room on the couch with John and Roger as Brian got ready to record his guitar

Roger slung his arm around your shoulder as Brian got set up

"so..how about we go get dinner later" he suggested

"pardon?" you wondered

"you, me, i'll take you out to dinner" he repeated

"I highly doubt she'll want to go out with you, Roger, she's too good for you" John sighed

"and what? you're better?" the drummer scoffed, looking over you to the auburn headed bassist

John stared at Roger for a moment

"how's katie? last time we saw her was right before we left to come here" the Deacon wondered

"shut it mate" Roger groaned

your thoughts were cut short as Brian started playing

you focused on the music but felt John's gaze on you, you slowly turned your head to see him staring at you, smiling

"so, do you have a boyfriend?" Roger asked

"I don't see how that's any of your business" you crossed your arms, looking back at Brian, who's still playing his solo

"what if I want to ask you out?" he shrugged

"how come you're the one that gets to ask her out?" John leans forward to argue with Roger

"because I can" the Taylor boy smirked

"Roger, do you have to be such a man whore?" John questioned, his accent become more defined and thick

"I think you're just jealous you don't get women chasing after you" Roger huffed, leaning back on the couch, seeming to be not fazed

"ah yes, because all i need is women to make me feel better about myself, all i need and want is women around me to fill a void of unfulfillment" John rolled his eyes

"oh yeah? let's see who she wants more then" Roger raises his eyebrows as he took off his glasses to look at you

John frowned "you can't pressure her into choosing either of us...that's not how relationships work, Roger"

Roger stifled a laugh "who said I wanted a relationship"

"my point exactly"

"all i'm saying" is that she's probably looking for somebody to love and i'm right here" Roger raised his hands in defense

"what makes you think she wants someone?" John glared

"children, children. leave the poor girl alone, she doesn't want either of you" Freddie butted in

you found yourself wondering how it came to this, two members of the band Queen almost practically fighting for your, to be with you

it made sense about Roger, seeing all of those tabloids of him with new girls around his shoulder almost every week

but John? he didn't really seem the type

you tuned out of the argument and soon wondered when Brian came back into the room as you looked up to find him sitting with Freddie

"I think whatever happens, it's up to her, you shouldn't be trying to force something she does not want" John fought

"what are you guys fighting about?"

"who gets to take this beautiful lady out" Roger smirked, nodding towards you

"who says either of you get to?" Brian spoke in a confused manner

"oh don't tell me you want her too?" Roger groaned

"what's so wrong about that?" the guitarist questioned

"I'm gonna go" you sighed, getting up

"are you still going to make us pasta tonight?" John perked up

you chuckled "I think you all need a break from my cooking"

"NO!!"

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[angelofthenight]

You: *whimpering*

Ahkmenrah: What happened?

You: Oh, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.

Ahkmenrah: Who did this to you?

You: Please, just let it go. Don’t make it worse.

Ahkmenrah: I promise I won’t get mad. I just wanna know who did this to you.

You: I just stubbed my toe on that doo-

Ahkmenrah: *already has a chainsaw* Which door?

You: Oh my god.

[crewman-penelope]

From one Botanist to another - Part 9

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5 * Part 6 * Part 7 * Part 8 *

Part 9 Heat

Smutty chapter, workplace sex

You could not let go. He couldn't either.

His hands on your hips were in a soothing way demanding. Safe.

His kisses, sloppy and unsure at first, became greedy. A tongue twister.

Your hands slipped underneath his blue wool cloak, touching his silken shirt. Without thinking, you tugged at the buttons.

Morningstar broke the kiss.

For a moment you were in shock. Afraid, you were too demanding.

He looked at you with a steady eye, scanning your face, making a decision.

Eventually, he turned to the laboratory door and looked it.

Turning back to you, he got rid of his cloak.

Time stood still.

The silence between you both thick and tense as he stepped closer, reaching out for your face.

"Lupine..", he mumbled, and it sounded like a plea. His hands cupped your face as he guided his lips to your mouth again.

Your heart drumming wildly in your chest, you went for his shirt.

The black buttons felt like hail on the ground as he shoved you on the workbench. Cold air bit into your skin as he lifted your dress. Your hands busy with the waistband of his trousers, already frustrated not to find the opening buttons.

He slapped your hands away as he pressed you deeper on the bench.

No foreplay. The past between you was tease enough.

It hurt a moment. It was a welcoming experiment. Thick flesh, throbbing, coated in arousal, moistured with your excitement, pushed and pushed and thrusted, with the only goal to conquer you.

Your hands tried to get hold of everything. His shoulders. His hair. The centrifuge aside you.

Shouting Morningstars name with squinted and teary eyes, you let him take you, while relishing in the mixture of pain and pleasure. His rough thrusts. His soft lips on your collarbone. His chocolate voice in your ear, praising you.

Eventually - to your relief as disappointment - you heard Morningstar grunting deeply and animalic, while wetness filled you up. His grip were shockingly firm as he pumped his seed inside you.

A memory of the past, just a sentence, crossed your mind, and you had to bite your tongue not to giggle.

I would be interested in a conversation as your seed

One should be careful what to wish for.

He held you steady on the workbench, while slipping out of you, watching you as he got his clothes in order.

The trousers firmly zipped up, his black silken shirt, now buttonless, tugged firm in it. His dishevelled hair quickly combed with his finger. His breath still harsh.

You open your mouth ... but he rose a hand to stop you from speaking.

"I propose a chat and a ... eahm ... more calmer replicate of our closeness after dinner."

You blinked quickly, unsure what to answer.

"I shall now let you enjoy your new playground, Lupine. If that is okay with you?"

"I. Well, perhaps I should have a little wash-up -"

"No."

Taken aback, you stopped in your motion.

Morningstar blinked slowly, calming himself, maybe? He looked to the centrifuge, then back to you.

"I want you to stay as dishevelled and ... soaked as you are right now. I will clean yourself up before dinner." Stepping closer to you, he watched you with interest. "You understand, Lupine?"

You looked at him with burning cheeks. "Yes, Doctor. I think I do."

Morningstar started to grin - quite proudly - and left you to your work.

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[ponyosmom35]

I remember you (Elliot x OC)

Elliot Alderson x Original Character

Synopsis: The reader was dating Elliot before he forgot who he was, she never left his side. and months later he remembers.

He clutches his head as memories flash through his eyes. 

There she was, standing in a dress, her hair was curled and she had a smile on her face as she opened the door to see who’d knocked. This woman, the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen in his life. All of the air is stolen from his lungs as he meets her eyes. Her aqua-colored eyes. After seeing the note she posted in the mail room about needing help with her computer, Elliot was curious. He surprised himself by responding to the ad and emailing her. Two days later he stood in front of her door, his heart beating out of his chest. His palms sweating. He’d never felt this way before.

“Hi, Elliot I assume?” she asks  

“Uh yeah” he responds awkwardly 

“I’m Willow, and I cannot thank you enough for answering! I tried taking it to a shop but they wanted to charge me $200, this was kinda my last resort” she explains 

“I’m happy to help”

“I hope you’re good, because I don’t know the first thing about computers” she says “come on in” 

Elliot follows her into her apartment, the layout the exact same as his. She’d decorated the place well, it looked like a home. She had tons of plants brightening up the space, as well as wall art covering every inch of space. A lot of color. He noticed her large bookshelf, a gorgeous color-coded collection. Her windows had sheer multicolored curtains which kept her entire apartment incredibly visible from onlookers. She had no tv and a large cat lying in the center of her bed. Her desk sat in front of the window just like his own, giving her a view of the apartments across the street. He wondered if they could see into her space just as well. The thought made him sick to his stomach. 

“Here it is” she says leading him over to the desk, her MacBook sits in the middle of the desk, perfectly aligned with the planner next to it. As soon as he laid eyes on it, he could tell that it was a simple fix. Five minutes max. A part of him felt disappointed that it wasn’t a large project to keep him in her apartment for hours. 

“I see what’s going on, its no problem” he says as he begins typing in a code

“Oh my gosh you are literally a lifesaver, I need this for work like seriously my entire life is on this dumb computer” 

“Fuck me” he curses 

“Elliot what’s wrong?” she asks 

“No I told you, dinner is on me as a thank you” she smiles as she sits across from him in the diner. “What sounds good?” she asks 

“I’m not sure” 

“Well I can recommend their garden burger, it’s one of the best I’ve ever had” 

“Garden burger?” he asks 

“Oh I’m a vegetarian by choice. I watched an animal cruelty doc in high school and now I’m scared for life”

“Okay, I’ll try it” he nods 

“Really? Nobody has ever actually listened to my recommendations before” she laughs 

“If I hate it then that means you’ll just have to take me out again” he says, smiling at her

“Deal” she smirks 

“you’re scaring me”

“How did you get into coding? It seems like such a niche skill” she asks as they walk down the street side by side. His jacket slid over her shoulders. 

“My dad taught me my first code, I taught myself the rest” he shrugs 

“Why?”

“I always found it to be interesting, the power of hacking into something and being able to see all of the secrets someone’s hiding. You can see exactly who someone is, no sugar coating no lies. You can always trust a code” he admits, shocked that he felt comfortable enough to actually say any of this out loud. 

“Have you ever hacked me?” she asks quietly 

“No” 

“Why not?”

“You’re different, not like the rest. You don’t rely on technology to survive. I wanted to know you” he says 

“I’m glad you responded to my ad Elliot” she smiles 

“Me too”

“Do you want me to call Darlene?” she asks 

Elliot stands to his feet and scrambles to his door to see who would be knocking at 9 pm. He looks through the peephole and there she was. He rips the door open and stares at her in concern. Before he could say a word she drops her head as her lips tremble. Tears fall down her cheeks and Elliot panics. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks

“My boss, he asked me to dinner tonight to discuss our big meeting on Friday. But he never even brought it up,  he told me that If I didn’t sleep with him then I would lose my job. I can’t afford to lose my job, Elliot! I love what I do, fuck I don’t know what I’m gonna do” she responds. His body is filled with rage as he takes in her words. 

“What did you say?” he asks 

“I told him I had to go and I ran straight here” she sniffles 

Elliot pulls her into his arms, holding her body close to his as he lets her cry. He clutches onto her hair, smoothing it gently. He’d never been comfortable with touch before, yet at the moment he’d met this girl he wanted to touch her skin, feel how soft it would be. He craved her like nothing before. 

“I’m gonna fix this, don’t worry” he promises as he places a kiss on her head. 

“Please say something!” she pleads 

Elliot had just gotten off of work. He hated his new job. A simple programmer, protecting Allsafe from any potential hacks. The simplicity of it was nice, yet he craved more. He was capable of so much more. He sets his bag down and sits on his couch. He was tired, after he’d spent the night talking to Willow’s boss, he hacked him and exposed him to the police for money laundering. He’d stolen millions. He closes his eyes to attempt to get some rest when a hand slams on the door, pounding angrily. He gets up and opens it to see WIllow. 

She pushes past him and walks into the center of his apartment and crosses her arms. “Did you hack my boss?” 

“Yes” he shrugs 

“He got arrested at work today, they said he was stealing money” she snaps, he does not respond and stares at her blankly. “You can’t just do things like this Elliot!”

“I was protecting you” he says, causing her to stare at him with an unknown emotion in her eyes. 

“Its not your job to protect me, you put yourself at risk” 

“I don’t make mistakes, and I don’t leave evidence behind” he says moving closer to her

“I can take care of myself” she says in a small voice as he stands mere inches from her. 

“I know you can”

“So why do this?”

“He made you upset, he tried to hurt you. He doesn’t t get to go free after that” 

“Why does that matter to you?” she asks

“Because you - you’re everything to me Will” 

“I - what?” she asks 

“I refuse to let anyone hurt you ever again” 

Elliot places a hand on her cheek and kisses her gently. She gasps in shock and melts into his hold. The touch of her skin against his makes him feel alive. This is what he’d been searching for his entire life. Peace washes over his anxious brain. All of the loneliness that consumed his nights melted away. This was it, this was everything. 

His eyes finally focus on her own, noticing the panic in her eyes as her tears threaten to spill. Two years’ worth of memories flooded him. All of the unconditional love and support she’d given him. The hours she held him while his body fought his anxiety. The way she would curl into his chest at night, tucking herself into him. Her loud laugh bounced off the walls of the apartment as she forced him to dance. He was happy, he was loved. And he’d forgotten her. Treated her horribly. She’d never said a word about who she was to him. Despite all of his words she stayed by his side. 

“I remember” he says simply 

“What?”

“I remember us” 

“Don’t fuck with me like that Elliot” she warns, stepping back. He reaches out and grips her arm out of instinct. 

“Your real name is Margaret, after your grandmother, but you go by your middle name” he says, watching as her tears fall. “You’re a Taurus and your favorite flowers are roses even though you’re allergic. You are my girlfriend, the woman I love. You are real”

“El?” she asks  

Elliot pulls her into a hug, holding her as though she may disappear any second. Willow breaks down into tears and cries into his shoulder. Her entire body shakes as she sobs. 

“Fuck I’m so sorry - I can’t even begin to apologize for what I’ve done” 

“It’s not your fault” 

“I left you”

“I knew something was wrong, it wasn’t you. I’ve been waiting for you to come back to me” she says as he wipes her tears 

“You knew?” 

“I wasn’t sure, but I knew that he wasn’t you. I’m just so glad that your back” she smiles

[yns-world]

uninvited guest - yan! elliot alderson x reader

title: uninvited guest

pairing: yan! elliot alderson x reader

tags: racially ambiguous, gender neutral reader, any size reader

summary: elliot breaks in but something else happens 😏

warnings: break in, stalker behavior, slight nsfw

a/n: @westernbaby here is your request for topping yan! elliot <3 ALSO I'M SO IN LOVE WITH THIS GIF I NEED TO USE IT ALL THE TIME NOW

Elliot didn’t mean any of this-- truly, he never did. In a way, he was astonished himself to see his perfect plan unravel in front of his eyes. He never predicted for you to be awake; he never intended to scare you; he never prepared for you to react so violently.

I mean, really, what did you expect Elliot to do when he saw your open window? Elliot’s been on the edge of his seat for weeks ever since he met you and fell into an endless well of love for you. Your window was just an open invitation. 

But what puzzled Elliot was how did this go wrong? He was always so careful, so attentive to every detail, so how did he mess up so badly for this to be happening? Elliot’s been watching you for weeks, so he knew all of your habits by heart. You should be asleep right now, you have such a long day tomorrow. It’s not like you had any important show that you needed to catch up on or work you needed to finish, so why were you up?

That’s no longer important-- what is important is how well you can fight back. Your reaction speed completely took Elliot off-guard, he didn’t expect you to throw your iron flask directly at his head-- but then again, tonight was an unexpected night for you both.

The night seemed to get worse as you were close enough to throw punches, one of which landed straight in his jaw. This pissed him off. Why were you putting up a fight? You were the one that practically beckoned him into your home.

After the first punch, Elliot switched tactics. Clearly, playing defense wasn’t getting anywhere, so it was time to shift into offense.

You attempted to swing a second time but Elliot caught both of your wrists, his teeth clenching and a look of fury blazing in his eyes. In any other situation, that silent rage would’ve been terrifying. The worst part was that when you stared into his hateful eyes, you saw nothing but your own reflection. 

But your own curiosity was your downfall. In the single moment where you took a glance into his eyes, Elliot was able to catch you off-guard and pushed you onto the floor so he was straddling you. Luckily, your self-defense lessons finally kicked in and you remembered a maneuver that flipped the table on Elliot so now you were straddling his hips and pinning his arms down. 

The grunting and squirming from both of you came to a freeze when you felt a certain prick in your groin. A hush fell in the dark apartment, but even in the darkness you could feel the heat radiating off Elliot. He was thankful that you couldn’t see the blush creeping up his face. 

Such a sick, pathetic creature. To be turned on in a situation like this? But Elliot couldn’t help it. His subconscious fantasies were finally coming to life and he was too scared to wake up. He didn’t want this to end.

The small voice of reason in your head was drowned out by the instincts that pulsed through your blood. All it took was a single roll of your hips on his groin, and you earned a soft whimper in response. 

The moonlight from the open window spilled into the room, illuminating the scene-- Elliot’s fists unballed themselves so they rested on the hardwood floor, palms open. His mouth opened ever-so-slightly, and his cheeks a bright red as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes swirling with a pool of devotion and need. All previous traces of anger gone as he lay beneath you, squirming for more. 

“Please,” he breathed, his voice coming out in a whiny tone, “do that again.”  

With a single look at his needy state, you couldn’t help but do as he wanted. After another roll of your hips, you could feel a wet spot form underneath Elliot’s pants. 

“So soon?” You mockingly asked, looking at him with a pitiful look, “we’ve only just begun.”

a/n: i hope you enjoyed! if you did, please consider reblogging since it helps my account more than likes :)

as always, check out my pinned post for request rules and i'll see y'all in the next post ;)

[simphq]

So i an absolutely obsessed with Queen and the film Bohemian Rhapsody. I love the cast and so I decided to write a Joe Mazzello story. Feel free to add some ideas if you would like to!! So Here is the backstory and first chapter!

• Your Roger Taylors child

• the story is set around the filming of bohemian rhapsody

•most focused on the real life experience than their ‘online life’

•if you have any ideas lmk 😁

•Thanks for reading x

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@therealy/n

Therealy/n Glad to be on set x

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Benhardy we look fantastic 😏

Mrgwilymlee Love it when your on set ❤️

joe_mazzello you should come on to set more!

therealy/n @joe_mazzello ill see what i can do 😁

Brianmayforreal the boys looked amazing today! Bri

Rogertaylorofficial the boys worked really hard today and it was wonderful to have you on set today my darling.

ramimalek who is the handsome man at the end i wonder??

Benhardy @ramimalek me duhh 🙄

Therealy/n @benhardy in your dreams blondy

Lucyboynton1 i wish i was on set today 😭

Therealy/n @lucyboynton1 ugh me too i felt lonely without my other half today 😢

[timothylawrence]

if there was a Muslim vampire do you think they would still fast during Ramadan? And like would it be reversed (no drinking blood during nighttime) or still the same hours... much to think about 🤔

Ooooh! Muslim vampires would need to follow the sun in order to pray and fast…. So they’d have to be up at least partially during the day 🫡!! I can see it like how today Muslims who work night shifts put alarms during their daytime sleeps to wake themselves up for prayers.

As for blood during ramadan… theyd need to fast normally so they’d only be allowed to drink during the night, which works in their favor hehe. If anything it could be harder if the general population stays awake longer into the night during Ramadan like Muslim countries tend to do… 🧕🏻🧛‍♀️

[emotionallydrainedtrash]

Sarah's Fic Recs!

These are fics I've found particularly delightful and want to appreciate and share with you guys. Full credits to all authors, you guys are awesome!! Xx

My Own Masterlist+Request Info

❤️-Fluff

💢-Angst

❗-Suggestive but SFW

‼️-NSFW

The Maze Runner

Newt

Imagines

Redamancy by @lilacsnid ❤️❗

"In which way you are always putting other's needs and happiness above your own. It's slowly starting to take its toll on you and Newt notices this."

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Imagines

Ten Things I Like About You by @theonewiththefanfics ❤️

"There is one rule for Y/N to accept Jason Carver's advances: if he wants to go out with her, the jock has to name ten things he likes about the resident 'Freak' Eddie Munson. Can he do it?"

Morning Newspapers and Fresh Coffee by @marvelsswansong "99%❤️ 1%💢"

"As Hawkins and the Upside Down begin to merge into one, Eddie runs to you and places a ring on your left hand. 'The moment we beat this fucking demon, I'm marrying you.' And he does. Trading weapons for morning newspapers and the scent of blood for fresh coffee for each morning."

Younger by @stranger-nightmare ❤️

"Stressing about the future is no fun, so Eddie takes you on an impulse trip to remind you to live in the moment, to remind you of just how alive the two of you are."

Needy by @steviebears ❤️💢

"Eddie comforts you when you have a panic attack."

Bohemian Rhapsody Cast

Headcannons

Them With Your Newborn by @mistymazzello ❤️

Harry Potter

Remus Lupin

Imagines

Flustered by @acosmis-t ❤️

"hi!! Could we pls get remus like making fun of fem! reader by making her flustered?"

[lovewriting-5]

A group of nurses and I were on two small planes with medical gear and supplies for the U.S. Marines stationed in Okinawa. When we got off the planes, the men were happy to see something other than their fellow Marines.

The men catcalled and gawked at us as we walked to our nurses station. Men in uniform were always a turn on. I wasn’t going to lie a lot of them looked really good. Some of the nurses liked the attention while others kept their cool. I wasn’t sure how to take it. Friends warned me to be careful before jumping on the opportunity to help. We got to our tent where we began setting up. I help set up check in tables while others set up check up stations with white curtains.

We were able to get through a quarter of the Marines when we were able to take a break. Some of the nurses went down to the beach while me and nurse Anne picked up some food from the mess tent and found a makeshift bench. We were sitting there talking when she stopped mid-sentence and watched behind me. I ask her “What are you looking at?” She tells me “Coming this way are two handsome Marines.” I spin my head to see what she was talking about. Walking our way was a Marine with brown hair, wearing a light brown shirt and Navy green pants. He was handsome but right behind him was a dark, curly haired Marine who wasn’t wearing a shirt. The second guy, I could see was a little muscular with his dog tags knocking against his bare stomach. As they walk past us, we make eye contact. My breath hitches as he winks. I look away quickly hiding my smile. Once they are out of sight, nurse Anne notices. She asks me “Were you just checking out that Marine?” I tell her in hopes that she buys it, “What? I was not checking out any Marine. Plus, this is our first day here...there are a lot of good looking guys.” She says “But none like that one.” I smirk. She adds “I could tell by the look he gave you that he likes what he sees.” I tell her “We should probably be getting back. Plus...I could bandage the scratches on his ribs.” She says “I knew you were checking him out.” We both laugh as I gave her a light push back to the station.

When all the nurses got back from their breaks, we had to finish up the day of check ups. While we were making sure we had our supplies for the next group, the nurses were talking about the men that came up to them. That’s when Nurse Anne says “(Y/N) might have found herself a Marine to have some fun with.” The other nurses gasped with excitement, they knew I wasn’t here for that reason. One nurse asked “What was his name?” I tell her “He didn’t tell me his name.” She asked “What do you mean he didn’t tell you his name?” I tell her “All he did was walk by.” Anne says “And she was liking what she saw.” I tell them “Okay...maybe a little bit.” The two of them giggled. The nurse turns to Anne, says “We’ll get the name for her. If he shows up let me know.” Anne tells her “She’ll get it before we do.” I roll my eyes with a smile. I walk back to the table where I check them in and send them off to a nurse.

As the men were going through the line, they would say “Why don’t you and I find some place private.” I said “Tempting but no.” When they go behind the curtain, a couple times I heard “Hello gorgeous, I’m ready for my full body check.” A few nurses flirted back. A dark, curly haired Marine appeared in line and in a Louisiana accent, asks “Hey, aren’t you the pretty nurse I saw earlier?” I look up from my list and saw that it was him. I tell him “Maybe. There are a lot of nurses around here.” He says “No, I’m sure I would remember you. How about you and me go back to my tent and you can give me a private check up?” The two nurses next to me, giggle.

“Your name?” I ask. He tells me “Corporal Merriell Shelton, but you can just call me Snafu.” I check him in and say “Corporal Shelton, you’ll go with nurse Beth.” He leans in close and says “Alright but I’ll be thinking of you the entire time.” I stifle a smile. He goes with Beth. I hear “Well...aren’t you the most beautiful nurse I have seen.” I huff.

The nurses were done for the day. We had the rest of the time to ourselves. Some of the nurses went to go find Marines to flirt with. Nurse Beth and I head down to the beach. We sat down in the sand, removed our shoes along with hats. As we look out to the ocean, she tells me “That Corporal had a lot to say about you.” I look down at the sand, begin drawing little circles and ask her “Which one was that?” She looks at me and raises an eyebrow.

Beth looks over my shoulder to behind me and says “You know exactly who I’m talking about. He is coming this way.” I look behind to see and I feel myself go a little red. Walking in the sand toward us was Snafu along with a light red haired, Marine. Loudly, Snafu says “Well, look here Sledge, we got two beautiful women waiting on the beach for us.” I ask “Oh, are you talking about us or two other women?” The red haired man, says “Come on, Snafu, they’re not interested.” Snafu tells him, “They are Seldge. They just don’t know it yet.” I say “You know I was just telling Beth here, that we were looking for two Marines to sweep us off our feet.” A small smile spread across Snafu’s face.

Beth asks “I was just about to go for a swim then get a drink. Sledge, was it? Would you care to join me?” I say “That sounds like a good idea. I’ll join you.” Beth says “No, you should stay here. Sledge?” Snafu nudges his ribs. He says as he rubs his ribs, “Uhhhh...yeah, I’ll join you.” Beth says “Great, let’s go.” They walk off toward the water. Snafu sits down next to me and says “Feisty, I like that in a woman.” I say “Really? I thought you went for looks.” He takes off his boots and begins making small talk. I said as minimal as I could. Out of curiosity, I asked “Why do they call you ‘Snafu’?” He tells me “There is no reason. One day the nickname just stuck and now it follows.”

We got up and walked down to the water. He told me about his family in Louisiana and I told him about mine. The two of us began flirting with each other more than earlier. We spent hours talking and hanging out. It’s hard to say but I’m think I was falling for his Southern charm. I ask him “Do you really think Beth is the most beautiful nurse you have ever seen?” He smirks. He says “I only did, cause you turned me down.” I ask him “Are you talking about your offer?” Snafu nods. I tell him “I didn’t exactly deny you, Snafu. I was on duty.” He perks up and asks “So, this means?” I tell him “It’s getting kind of late. I should probably be getting back to my tent.” He says “With the enemy out there...it can be pretty dangerous.”

I look out to the horizon. I say “Claire is staying with Anne tonight in her tent which means I’ll have the tent all to myself. So...if your offer still stands?” His face lights up. We pick up our shoes and my hat then make our way to my tent. We get to my tent and he says “I remember saying my tent.” I ask him “Do you want the private check up or not?” Snafu doesn’t say anything, he just follows me into the tent.

The door closes. He steps to me, places hands on my waist and kisses me. After 15 minutes, I begin breathlessly “So...about...this...check up....” I take one of his hands and lead him to the cot. I place a hand just below his ear then lean in and kiss him. He places a hand on my waist again and lowers me to the cot. With his help, I move to my side as he lays down next to me. While barely breaking the kiss, we spend the night together until the break of light.

[illfoandillfie]

Making Art (Kinktober Day 14: Double Penetration)

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Fairy!Lucy Boynton x Reader x Fairy!Rami Malek (plus mentions of fairy ben and gwil)

Words: 3,320

Warnings: double penetration, sex slavery, oral sex (both m a f receiving), some pussy spanking, groping, groping while she’d unconscious (brief), public sex, sex with an audience, a lil bit of triple penetration, pornography, inspection, references to all the previous chapters lmao

A/N: Part of the Fairy AU. Couldn’t resist writing more of this tbh.

It was Gwilym’s idea to start. He’d mentioned it in passing when Lucy had first let him examine you but, apparently, she’d quite liked the idea. It served a dual purpose – get everyone excited about the upcoming bacchanal festival, and show off her power as their queen. No one could disapprove of a queen who not only protected them from a human but also subdued that human and turned her into a harmless sex doll. So, Lucy had told Gwilym to make the arrangements and before you knew it you were making a pornographic magazine. You were happy to do what Lucy asked but it had been an exhausting couple of weeks and you were glad to be near the end. The artist Gwilym hired, a tall, broad man with a patchy beard, was renowned for his pornographic creations. He’d done every sort of scene imaginable from sweet and soft to predatory and painful. Barely a fae existed who had not owned one of his works at some time or another because his catalogue was so diverse that you were nearly guaranteed to find something you liked. And when Lucy and Rami sat down to discuss options, they were thrilled with his vision. Together, they’d picked out important scenes the fae folk should see and over the last couple of weeks you’d filmed them all.  

The first few days had been spent down by the mushroom ring where you’d entered the faerie world so long ago. You’d been given a black dress to wear, though it was artfully torn to expose enough of your body to titillate the people. A small taste of what was to come. The artist had sat down on a chair he’d brought down, pulled out a sketchpad and began using magic to create small samples of colours from the world around you. Then he’d posed you and made you stand while he sketched out his piece. It took a lot less time than you’d assumed it would but, as he’d explained to Lucy, he had to be fast to capture sexual scenes.   “Sex can change in a second, especially where magic is concerned. I like my subjects to actually perform the acts I depict, instead of just simulating them. I give some direction but I like them to be natural so I’ve learnt to be quick enough to beat an orgasm. Of course, usually my subjects can do multiple takes but clean up in between can sometimes kill a mood so I try not to take too long.”  His process seemed to consist of making sketches in his book that he’d take back to his workshop to finish on a larger scale. And then he’d apply a potion to the artwork which would create the movement, a small video on the pages of a magazine.  

Once he’d satisfied himself with the arrival scene you’d moved on to the moment you were captured and taken to the queen. You’d thought perhaps actors would be hired but, again, you’d been wrong. Lucy was adamant that she should star in it herself, that if her people were going to see their queen dominate a human they should really see it. When you showed your surprise and told her that world leaders in the human world could lose their jobs because of sex scandals, she’d laughed and reminded you the fae folk thought very differently. A former beloved King of the faeries had released a sex tape every Yuletime as a gift to his people and others before him had had their likeness captured in erotic portraits or wrote heavy tomes detailing their lusty escapades. This was going to be part of her legacy. And, as such, she would personally pose for her scenes, as would anyone else involved. Which meant that you were joined in the mushroom ring by Benjamin and a few of his soldiers. The artist recorded Ben knocking you out with pixie dust as his soldiers held you and then, while you were passed out, each of them had their chance to feel you up, tearing your clothes more in the process. With multiple people in the scene, the artist required a few extra takes and so you found yourself being alternately woken and made unconscious three or four times in a row before he was satisfied. And there wasn’t really any way to tell how long you were out for any one time. All you knew was that you’d been touched by the men, your pussy a little wetter each time you woke. But, eventually, the artist was satisfied and everyone moved to the throne room to perform your presentation to Lucy. You knelt on the floor, arms bound behind your back and a strip of fabric gagging you, as Lucy stood over you and grabbed your face, menacingly examining her prey while Ben and his men watched. After that you, Lucy, and the artist moved down to the room with the stone dais, so you cold recreate the moment she tricked you into eating her out and thus became your owner. It felt a little odd performing such an act with the audience of the artist but you soon forgot he was there, all your attention on pleasing your queen.  

The artist was the talk of the castle since most weren’t privy to his sessions. His reputation as one of the fae world’s leading erotic directors assured that everyone was interested in what he was doing in the castle. At first the rumour mill said he was creating portraits of the king and queen, which they would exchange as gifts on their wedding day. But, as the week wore on and more people became involved, the speculation got closer to the truth. Your first feast in the castle was re-created, though the hall was empty save for those important people who sat beside the Queen. Naturally there needed to be a depiction of Lucy presenting you to her courtiers, her fairness and your forced submission on display, but she couldn’t single anyone out without creating jealous conflicts or fuelling rivalries. So, instead, one of Lucy’s maids was dressed up in place of a noble woman and you were introduced to her as you had been introduced to Lucy’s subjects on that night. And, of course, Rami had fun bending you over the long table again. After that Gwilym agreed to give away a couple of his secrets and performed a small examination of you for the artist. Nothing so thorough as you were used to but it allowed him to get some detailed sketches of your tits and then your pussy being fingered and fucked. The detailed shot of your arse came when he sketched you being trained – plugged and chained to the wall while you fellated one of your dildos, Lucy just beside you, ready to punish you if need be.  

And then there was a night where you were taken to the woods. The story of your brazen escape attempt while your queen was in a neighbouring land. Benjamin got to play the hero, capturing you and dealing you a severe punishment in the dungeons. You didn’t dare point out the story was fake. That he’d actually made you run through the woods at night so he could hunt you down. You knew that Lucy was likely the only one who’d believe you and she’d just point out the escape made a better story. That you would be the wicked human who tried and failed to outwit the Queen’s men. It’d make her and those she trusted most seem more powerful, more reliable. It’d make it seem like turning you into her obedient pet was harder than it had been and yet she’d still succeeded. She used a similar reason when she agreed to a scene where a small group of maids took liberties with you while bathing and readying you for your duties. Tiana starred alongside you in that scene and you couldn’t help but feel quite flustered by her presence. Especially when Lucy declared she’d enjoy watching Tiana use you.  

But, finally, it seemed as if the artist had almost got everything he needed. He wanted some final pages that showed how Lucy had successfully conditioned you to behave. That she’d beaten the human and now you were her willing slave. That showed her and her soon to be king consort as the powerful leaders the fae folk deserved. So he needed some shots of Lucy and Rami sharing you, dominating you together. The artist didn’t have anything specific in mind. He was happy to watch things play out naturally, quickly sketching what he saw. It started with you on your hands and knees, Lucy fingering you as Rami and the artist watched on. By then you were well and truly accustomed to being watched by the artist, so it took no time at all for Lucy  to declare you ready for her cock as she summoned a dildo, her favourite one to fuck you with. She set it up and slid into you, making you moan from the first thrust.  “Good girl,” she cooed at you, “but your whore sounds will wake the whole castle. Rami, shut her up.” Her sweet tone turned authoritative and almost mean as she gave your arse a slap. The sharp sting made you gasp right as Rami grabbed you by the hair, holding you still as he pressed his cock into your mouth. He made you gag, holding you down as the artist hastily sketched the position.   “Don’t stop on my account,” the artist said, flipping to a blank page, “Do what you will to the whore.”  Rami didn’t need to be told twice, pulling out enough so you could gasp for breath before thrusting into your throat again. He didn’t need to push you all the way down, Lucy had found a rhythm that did it for him, forcing you to his base with each stroke of her strapon. When it started to feel like you didn’t have enough breath to continue you tried to pull back, but Rami tugged on your hair and Lucy leaned forward, stopping you from moving at all as she shushed you and whispered in your ear.  “Uh uh, pet. Rami likes your throat too much. Tell him you like his cock too.”  You moaned, tears in your eyes as you tried not to panic.  “That’s right,” she said sweetly, “you’ve gotten so much better at swallowing cock, haven’t you?”  You tried to moan again but were interrupted by a wet gag which made Rami’s hips buck.   Lucy laughed as she tugged you backwards, drool running down your chin as you took a few hasty breaths. “Do you like it when she gags, my love?”  “Mmhmm,” Rami groaned, “Feels so good.”  “Hear that Pet?” She shoved you back down his length, her cock jerking in your cunt, “Keep gagging or else.”  They didn’t give you much choice in the matter, though you would have forced yourself to gag even if they had. Lucy grabbed your hips as she began fucking you properly again, each stroke deep and hard and matching the way Rami was fucking your throat. They were nearly always in sync, though the closer Rami got the more he jerked and twitched and fell out of time. But that just made it harder for you to keep up with and more likely he’d force you to gag or choke again. You could barely hear the scratch of the artist’s pencil over all the wet sounds the two of them were pulling from you. Especially once Rami started groaning with how close he was getting.   Lucy made sure to degradingly praise you, remarking on what an obedient toy you were and how easy it was to use you. But she also threw out commands too, reminding everyone that she was the one in charge and that you belonged to her. As Rami got closer Lucy told you to get him off so you started trying to moan again, in between the gags he still enjoyed hearing.   Lucy’s hand slid underneath you, her fingers finding your clit quickly, “You can do better than that whore. Here I’ll help.”   There was a sudden electric tingle as Lucy released a bolt of magic directly against your clit. It was like a vibrator but so much stronger and you were forced to cum, moaning around Rami as the pleasure kept going.  

The sensation on stopped when Rami came, his cock twitching as he emptied himself into your mouth. But you made sure to swallow everything, not wanting to disappoint. Rami hummed as you kept sucking on him, making sure he’d completely finished, and then pulled out, slapping your cheek with his still hard cock.   “That was hot,” Lucy gave another thrust, a reminder that she was not through with you yet, “I think I want to see you cum again.” She pushed you down then, working up to a punishing pace she hadn’t been able to achieve while sharing you with Rami. And then there was another bolt of magic. It sank into your skin from both her palms, the tingly heat rising in you as you moaned into the sheets, your cunt clenching around her dildo as she forced you to cum again. Lucy’s hips slowed as you tightened, making it harder for her to move inside you. And then, as it began to subside and you tried to catch your breath, it started up again. A few thrusts of Lucy’s cock and then you were cumming again, muscles tightening and pussy dripping, before you were ready.   Lucy rubbed her own clit as she watched you writhe, getting off on your whines as you became more sensitive. It only stopped when she came.   “How was that?” she asked the artist.  “Incredible, your highness.” He discreetly palmed himself.  "Excellent. But, I was thinking it might be useful if you had some options. Maybe a couple of other positions to choose from. We want the people to have the very best examples of my pet’s obedience, don’t we?”  “That we do,” the artist agreed quickly, his eyes raking over your exposed pussy, “Might I suggest this time you’re a little meaner to her? Really show off how you’ve put her in her place.”  “Good idea.” Lucy clapped her hands together excitedly, “Rami dear, why don’t you fuck her arse. I’ll keep using her cunt for now.”   You whined as you felt yourself being grabbed and manhandled into position. Rami sat on the edge of the bed and pushed you to bend as he removed your plug, and then you were unceremoniously pulled onto his shaft. Either he or Lucy had magically conjured enough lube that he slipped into you with relative ease, but it was still a little uncomfortable at first. Neither of them seemed to notice or care when you whimpered though. Rami just thrust up into you, working himself deeper into your arse. Lucy gave him a minute or so to get adjusted, giggling when he groaned about how tight you were. But she didn’t hold off for too long before she was pushing your legs wider and sliding into your cunt.  

You still felt sensitive from the orgasms she’d forced you to have but it was a complement that Lucy wanted your cunt again.   “Thank you, my queen,” you gasped out she eased deeper.   Lucy smiled and tucked your hair behind your ear and then gave a hard thrust that made you whimper. “Don’t worry, whore, I’ll make sure you’ll enjoy this.” There was a pause and then she added, “or else.” with a playful laugh.   You didn’t have time to react because both Rami and Lucy started thrusting into you then. They’d shared you like this before but the overwhelming fullness of both of them still took some getting used to. All you could do was try to breathe as they put on a show of dominating you, roughly using your holes. They expected a display of gratitude from you, ordering you to moan more so they knew you liked being their fuck toy. And when your moan stuttered out after a particularly hard thrust, Lucy decided you needed the help and forced another orgasm from you. It made you whine with how sensitive you were, tears in your eyes, but she just slapped your cheek.   “You better not be complaining.”  “I’m not,” you whimpered, “I love this.”  “Hear that Rami, she loves this.”   Rami groaned from behind you, “As she should.”  Lucy just hummed in agreement as she leaned forward to kiss him over your shoulder. The shift forced her to bottom out in your cunt and Rami must have felt how deep she was because he groaned and came suddenly.   “Can I have your cum too my queen?” you asked, breathless and desperate to please.   “Not like this. But yes.” She pulled out, the sudden emptiness almost as bad as being stimulated when you were already over sensitive.  

You were once again manhandled, dropped into the middle of the bed. Lucy unfastened the dildo and pressed it into your ass as Rami cleaned himself up. She was quick to mount your face, her cunt nearly dripping from how much she’d enjoyed using you. You eagerly lapped at her folds. It was your favourite part of being her pet. She’d taught you to enjoy being shared, to enjoy taking cock in every hole. But you loved her pussy. You loved pleasuring her like that. And she knew as much. This was a reward for being good for the artist. Lucy came quickly, you made sure of it, but she just kept rocking against your mouth. So you moaned into her, wanting her to know how much you enjoyed being under her.   Rami didn’t waste much time either. Your cunt was now free, begging to be filled again, so he settled between your thighs without a word.   You felt Lucy lean forward to kiss him again but it was just a quick peck and she soon settled back to hump your mouth as he enthusiastically fucked you. It made you moan again which just made Lucy grind harder. But the two cocks filling you were a touch distracting and Lucy needed to remind you that you were meant to be getting her off. She spanked your sore, overstimulated, pussy. You cried out, the sound muffled of course, but redoubled your efforts, apologising for getting distracted with your tongue. She seemed to accept it and moaned prettily as she came again. But she still wasn’t done.  

Rami came again before she was satisfied. He pulled out so he could coat your cunt in his semen before shoving his cock back inside.   The artist made a sound of joy at the sight of the mess. “That is the perfect way to close off the magazine. But...perhaps one more load. So it’s obvious how much you use her.”  You only took notice of the conversation when Lucy, having cum again, climbed off your face.   “Would you like to help?”  You turned your head to see the artist, hand on his chest asking, “me?”  “Of course you.” Lucy laughed, “you’ve done so much for us these last weeks. Seems only fair that you get a first hand idea of how well trained our pet is.” She turned to you, “Be a good girl and suck him off.”  You didn’t need to be told twice, already opening your mouth before she’d finished giving the order.  Lucy picked up the sketchbook and flicked through it as the two men took their turns, the dildo still fucking your arse, “These are going to be incredible when they’re finished. But I think you’re right, she does need to be made a proper mess so everyone knows how much of a cumwhore we’ve made her.” 

[youngfcs]

— Rami Malek (as Elliot)+Rachel Keller crackship | Mr. Robot AU

“You’re right. I hate people. I’m scared of them. I’ve been scared of them practically my whole life. People I loved, people I trusted have done their absolute worst to me. And for a long time, that’s all I ever knew. (...)  But then there are some people out there…and it doesn’t happen a lot, it’s rare, but they refuse to let you hate them. In fact, they care about you in spite of it.”

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader long fic where it’s their 9 month old baby daughter’s first Christmas and reader melts at the sight of Joe holding their daughter and showing her all of the presents she’s got and their daughter says dada and Joe and reader light up at how much of a daddy’s girl she is and reader thinks about how when she signed up to play an extra on Bohemian Rhapsody that she never thought she would end up falling in love on set?

of course!

FIRST CHRISTMAS

pairings: Joe Mazzello x Fem!reader summary: ^^^ warnings: None note: y/d/n stands for your daughters name

"oh and look at this!" you heard your husband say downstairs.

you walked downstairs and caught Joe holding your little daughter while showing her the christmas gifts she had gotten

she giggled and took it off him, throwing it on the floor

"no, no. don't throw it, play with it" Joe picked up the care bear and put in front of your daughter and waving it around

"well good morning" you yawned.

Joe looked up and you and smiled like an idiot, your daughter looked over and laughed

"good morning, darling" Joe greeted

"Merry christmas" you walked up the them, sitting on the couch, leaning down to kiss Joe who was situated on the floor, next to the lit up tree.

"how long have you been up?" you asked him and they looked like they have been there a while

"i took her down here about thirty minutes ago, I wanted her to see her presents" he shrugged

"and you couldn't wait for me?"

"not really no, you looked to cute to wake up" you looked back down and your daughter and made a silly face at Y/D/N before looking back up at you

"you should've just woken me up" you stated, looking down at your little baby, you've always noticed how much she looks like Joe. a spitting image of him, but she looked too much like him right now and it made your heart swell.

"I'm sorry, I was just too excited" he confessed, holding your daughter against his chest

you let out a breathy chuckle and closed your eyes.

"dada" Y/D/N whined, pointing at more presents under the tree

Joe pulled her away from his chest and looked at her, his mouth was agape and he looked like he was about to cry

"darling, did you hear that?" Joe asked you

you shuffled closer to them and smiled at him even though he was focused on your baby

"I did joe, I heard it clear as day"

you rubbed joe's arms from behind and rested your chin on shoulder, looking down at your little daughter, smiling at her gratefully

"I told you she was a dada's girl" he whispered to you, finally looking away from her.

"I never doubted it"

"I love you" he said kissing you softly

"I love you too" you smiled at him sweetly

"what did you want, sweetie?" Joe asked your daughter

you thought back to when you were an extra on Bohemian Rhapsody and how you two met and what would've happened if you didn't.

--

you were sitting down on your phone, waiting with other extras to be called on to go on in the scene, you were focused

"hey, you" you looked up and noticed the director standing front of me

"yes?" you smiled politely.

"I need you to go get joe, he's on in 5" he said.

"alright" you stood up and went out to the trailers, looking at the doors for him name written on it.

Rami, Ben, Joe.

you go up to the door and knock three times and waiting for a response

"come in" he replied through the door

he probably thought it was ben.

I opened the door slowly and peeked in, seeing him in his little couch on his phone

"the director wants you to know that you're on in 5" you stated as you entered his view

he didn't respond to you though, you though he was being rude and just ignoring you but the look on his face made you feel otherwise.

his mouth was slightly open and his eyes were relaxed, he looked sort of dazed and off in the clouds, it didn't make you uncomfortable per se, you just felt weak under his gaze.

"excuse me?" you forced yourself to say to snap him out of his daydream

"oh, right ok. just wait there" he said as he saw you were about to leave.

he put his phone away and got up. walking towards you

"who are you, exactly?" he questioned as you waked down the steps with him behind you

"I'm an extra" you responded

"no I meant your name" he chuckled

"oh um, Y/n"

"I'm joe" he smiled warmly

"I know" you took a deep breath

"do you now?" he responded in amusement

"well yeah, I feel like I have to" you smiled sheepishly

"you have a really pretty smile" he told you, looking down at your lips to your eyes.

"oh" you let out an embarrassed laugh as you looked down, tucking a piece of your curled hair behind your ear

"thanks"

"I'm sorry, just the way you're sweet, cute and beautiful at the same time is beyond me"

"oh my god" you muttered to yourself, you felt your cheeks turn warm and your stomach did flips.

"ok so wait other than taking my breath away what do you do for a living?" he smirked playfully. you turned you head away and covered your face with your hands.

"never heard that one before" you laughed, still looking anywhere but at him

"get used to it" he said

--

"this is the best christmas" Joe sighed happily

[dollopheadsandclotpoles]

They have a middle-eastern guy called Dr. Bhansali in IWTV?? Are all brown people interchangeable to Americans???