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Um so I wrote a pidgance song from Pidge’s pov and I’ve finally gotten around to posting it. The summary of the song is that Pidge believes her feelings are unrequited but she’s pining so hard that the poor thing just wants to love Lance. @justpidgance @misterpoofofficial @thatsteampunkgamer

Trapped and Alone // Eddie Kaspbrak

Word Count: 1517

Summary- At the Neibolt house, you separate from your boyfriends and friends, and have a bit of a misunderstanding later on. 

Warnings; N/A

A/n; This is kinda longer than my usual writing, but oh well, enjoy!

Requested; Yes! 1 down, 18 requests to go!

req;  Could you do an Eddie x reader where she isn’t there for Eddie when he breaks his arm(because she’s trapped in a room) so when she gets out she’s panicking and eventually gets to him but his mom freaks out on her and he doesn’t say anything/stands up for her so she’s upset because she thinks he’s mad but they eventually make up?

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“Guys? Do you hear that?” You asked quietly, squinting your eyes into the dark room. A girl popped out, making you jump in surprise. It was your old friend; Betty Ripsom. “Betty?” You whispered, and a faint giggling was heard, before she ran deeper into the room, and out of sight. “Betty!” You whisper-yelled, trying desperately to find your friend, and not have IT find you.

Glancing back at the boys, who were huddled around something Richie was holding, you decided to peek into the room, for just a minute. Unfortunately, the house seemingly had other plans, and the door slammed shut right behind you. “Richie! Eddie? Bill!” You screamed, banging on the door. “Let me out!”

It was as if the boys couldn’t hear you; despite you being very loud. You heard a creaking noise behind you, and ever so slowly, you turned around, only to be met with the face of Pennywise. “Don’t worry, little girl.” He said, a maniacal giggle following the statement immediately after. “We all float down here..” He smirked, stepping forward towards you. Instinctively, you moved back. He took a step forward, you took a step back. This continued until your back hit the wall.

You squinted your eyes closed as he leaned over you, now hovering above you gently. He ran a cold finger down the length of your arm, making you shiver in terror. “Mm. I do love the taste of fear..” He said, and all of a sudden he stood up straight, eyes blown wide. It slowly merged into an evil smirk. “But then again, you aren’t that fun right now. I think I’ll go play with someone else.” He said, leaving you confused.

“How about your friends? Shall we start with Eddie?” IT asked, and you gasped. “You stay away from them! Do whatever the hell you want with me, leave them be!” You cried, your heart racing solely at the thought of losing your friends. “See, dear, this is how to play the game. Sorry, rules are rules. You’ve had your turn. Now, it’s theirs.” With a final cackle of laughter, he slowly backed away, disappearing behind another door. (Yes, you tried to follow. Yes, you were still trapped.)

You weren’t sure how long you’d been there, but upon hearing a huge crash, you jumped up, banging on the door again. “Eddie? Richie! Bill! Are you okay?!” You yelled, anxiously. You tried the doorknob; locked. Sighing, you bit your lip at your next thought. You’d either succeed, or make a complete fool out of yourself. You decided it was worth it; there was no one to embarrass yourself in front of anyways.

Backing to the other side of the room, you ran towards the door, kicking it as hard as you can. What could you say; you’d seen it in a movie once; it was worth a shot. Much to your delight, the door swung open, and you ran out, relieved to be out of the small space. You ran out to see the whole loser’s club, standing fearfully over Eddie, who’s arm was very much out of shape and broken. You glanced around the room, finding and old piece of broken wood.

You ran over, picking it up. “I said, leave them alone, you asshole!” You screamed, slamming the board down on Pennywise’s head. The others threw things at him, Bev finally stabbing him in the eye. He gave up, before disappearing, he gave a final glance, eyes set on you, and a moment later, he was gone. Richie and Stan helped Eddie stand up, and you all stumbled blindly out of the house.

As you all stopped outside the property of the Neibolt house, you moved over to Eddie. “Are you alright, Eddie?” You asked, concerned. “Like you care!” You were taken aback by the sudden interruption, seemingly out of nowhere, Eddie’s mom came, grabbing Eddie’s good arm and pulling him to the car. “You know how fragile he is!” She said, opening the door, gently pushing Eddie inside, and closing the door.

Eddie looked guiltily down at the floor of the car, undaring to talk back to his mother. “This is all your fault! All of you!” She screamed, eyes jumping from loser to loser. Beverly tried desperately to reason with the woman, but she wouldn’t have it. “You, all of you, stay away from my son. I don’t ever want to see you near him again. I know all about you, miss Marsh, and I don’t want a dirty girl like you around my son.” She was about to turn and walk away, when her eyes fell on you.“And you…” She said, walking over to you dangerously.

“Ever since my son has befriended you, nothing but trouble has happened. You’re a no good, filthy, terrible girl, and if I ever see you around my son..” She said, very low, warning tone on his voice. “There’ll be hell to pay. Understood?” You stood there, shocked. Eddie’s mother had never shown signs of disliking you; in fact, usually, she loved you. Guess that train pulled out of the station.

Looking to where Eddie sat, trying to make eye contact, and failing, as Eddie refused to look at you. “Understood, miss Kaspbrak.” You said, stepping back. All the losers were taken aback; you and Eddie had been dating (not to the knowledge of his mother, of course), for over a year, and you two had been going strong; not a single fight. (Except there was one time, where Eddie yelled at you thinking you were Richie bugging him again, but it was resolved immediately following.)

As she drove off, a tear slipped out of your eye and you ran to your bike, taking off. “Y/N, wait!” You could hear Stan call, and Richie and Bill start yelling; about what, you didn’t know. You didn’t care. You were upset; Eddie didn’t even flinch when you said you wouldn’t see him anymore. It hurt, like a bitch.

You biked to the Quarry ledge. Though it was cold, and definitely not weather for swimming, it was always calming to you to look out upon the sparkling water. You sat against a rock, letting the tears that blurring your eyes fall freely. You closed your eyes, letting out all your emotions and blocking out everything else.

“How could you say that to her?!” Eddie yelled at his mother, absolutely astonished. He knew she wasn’t a fan of his friends, but Y/N was a different story. “I never did like that girl, Eddie. She’s no good for you. It’s best you don’t see her anymore.” She said, calmly. “Fuck you!” Eddie screamed, running out the door. “Eddie Kaspbrak, come back here!” He heard his mother call, but ignored her. He jumped on his bike, pedalling as fast as he could up to the place where he knew you’d be; the Quarry.

As he tiredly pedalled up the hill, he began to lose hope. What if you weren’t here? He felt terrible for his earlier actions, but fighting with his mother isn’t something he wanted his friends to see. His worries were wiped clean, however, when he saw your bike leaning up against a rock, and your shaking figure next to it. He jumped off his bike, dropping it on the ground and running over to you, quickly tackling you in a hug.

You screamed, thinking IT had decided to make another appearance. You quickly wriggled out of their grasp, running up and standing in a defensive stance. You sighed when you saw Eddie, and when he saw your red, tear-stained face, his heart broke. He did that. “I-” He squeaked, unable to form words. “Why are you here, Eddie?” You interrupted, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m sorry.” He managed, his face showing everything he wanted to say. You could read him like a book; you knew he couldn’t lie. He meant it, but you were certain you were the one who should be apologizing. “I thought you were mad at me?” You questioned, him looking at you confused. “Why would I be mad at you, Y/N?” He asked, frowning.

“I wasn’t there for you- I wondered off, you could’ve died! You almost did! You were lucky you broke your arm!” You said, rushed. “Well, for the record, it doesn’t feel all too lucky.” Eddie teased, and you facepalmed. “That’s not what I meant.” “I know, but I’m not mad. I was worrying about you too, you know. I wasn’t there for you either; you were stuck in a room by yourself.” You didn’t think about it like that, and you shook your head, smiling.

“I’m just happy you’re alright, Eddie. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t come back.” You said sadly. Eddie stepped forward, pulling you gently into his arms. “Me too, Y/N. I love you.” “Only one problem- what about your mom?” “Right now, I don’t give a damn about my mom. Fuck her, and those damn gazebos.” “They’re not- never mind. I love you too, Eddie Kaspbrak.”

In-universe taz filk song from Chapter One of my fic “Songs From The Void

Tune: Traditional (Lavender’s Blue)

Lyrics:

Stars are above, dilly dilly, worlds are below
What we will find, dilly dilly, no one can know
But I know this, dilly dilly, every world round
I will make sure, dilly dilly, you’re safe and sound.

Home is behind, dilly dilly, far far away
What is ahead, dilly dilly, no one can say
Though you are lost, dilly dilly, you’re not alone.
I’ll keep you safe, dilly dilly. I’ll be your home.

Hush now and sleep, dilly dilly, no need to fear
When the day breaks, dilly dilly, I’ll still be near
Worlds are below, dilly dilly, stars are above
And we are here, dilly dilly, shining with love.

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Comatose-Chapter 2

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier, You are part of the Avengers and Dating Bucky Barnes, Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha, you catch them in the act and things go downhill from there.

Originally posted by unchartedghoul

Waking up the following morning is like ascending from a year in ice. Your heart is cold and numb, eyes crusted together with sleep and dried tears, your lips are cracked and voice scratchy from screaming your pain at the four walled prison you had made for yourself.

You contemplate calling Bucky, going so far as to pickup your phone, ignoring the 80+ missed calls you have from various Avengers. Finger hovering over the call button on the screen, the images of his betrayal replay inside your head. Stifling a sob, it lodges  in your throat, and you dial another number instead, a number you haven’t called in over 3 years, and pray that he will answer. You didn’t leave on the best of terms, after all.

Ring… Ring… Ring…

“What?” comes the gruff voice over the phone.

“Lo-Logan?” you croak, only to have silence greet you.

When the curt reply of, “(y/n)” finally comes, your heart plummets into your stomach. “I’m sorry,” you sob. “I shouldn’t have called.”

“No, wait, (y/n). What’s goin on?” You begin to cry in earnest and then, “I’ll be there in four hours,” comes over the line before it goes dead. You stare at your phone in horror. No… oh fuck..

Scrambling out of bed, you fly into the shower, scrubbing every inch of your skin, shampooing your hair and rinsing in record time. Rushing to your closet, you pick out black, skinny ripped jeans, combat boots, and a studded, capped sleeve, loose fitting t-shirt. You run a brush through your damp hair, pulling it into a tight ponytail before brushing a light dusting of blush across your cheeks and applying a coat of mascara to your eyelashes.

Feeling armed enough to face the onslaught of questions the arrival of Logan will bring, you step into your living area, taking in the shattered glass on the floor. Well fuck, this is a mess, you think as you float the pieces of glass in the air.  With a twitch of your fingers, you disintegrate them before turning your focus to the rest of the apartment. You straighten the hot mess your frazzled nerves made last night with a flick of your wrist, and satisfied with your progress, you sit yourself on the couch. Staring patiently at the door, you await Logan’s arrival.

Three hours and thirty minutes later, you hear a knock on the door, which sends a weird sense of panic and relief washing over you. Opening the door, you take in Logan’s features The man hasn’t aged a day. Strong muscular frame, hair styled just so, and a white wife beater under a leather jacket. Same old Logan.

“(Y/N)” he says in greeting.

“Logan,” you reply as you step aside to let him in. Gesturing toward the couch, you fidget as you ask, “Want something to drink?”

“Nah,” he replies. “What I want is for you to tell me why you called me out of nowhere, sounding like hell,” he states plainly, causing you to sigh as you take a seat next to him.

“I don’t know why I called…” you trail off. “I guess, I needed to hear a friendly voice..I..” You start crying as you try to get the words out. “The man I loved, my boyfriend of two years, thought it a fucking great idea to sleep with my best friend! And then he tells me he’s in love with both of us!” you exclaim shakily. “I’m such a fool to think it could have happened any other way, I mean, you left me for another woman.” You laugh mirthlessly as Logan growls. “Why the hell would it be any different this time? Why would anyone see me as anything else but a pit stop to someone better?” Pulling your knees to your chest, your breath hitches as you ask, “What’s wrong with me, Logan? Why can’t anyone love me enough to stay?”

Crying in earnest now, great heaving sobs shaking your delicate frame, you go willingly when he pulls you into his side. “There ain’t nuthin’ wrong with you, sweetheart. I loved Jean, and I loved you. I just… loved her a lil’ more, and I wound up killin’ her.” He snorts out a self-deprecating laugh. “She broke me, more than once, but you, you saved me. From the nightmares, from the darkness, and I treated ya like shit. I’m sorry for that.” He sighs loudly before continuing. “He’s an idiot, this man of yours, and I’m sorry he hurt ya,” Logan says gruffly

“I love him, Logan. More than I loved you, and a part of me wants to run back there and forgive him for everything.” Licking your dry lips you carry on, “And I need to go back, because it’s my job. People count on me. I’m gonna have to face them both, and deal with this, and all I really want to do is go home,” you say as you cling to his shirt.

“You wanna come home?” he asks tentatively.

“Yeah. I really just want to go home, Logan” you reply truthfully. “I wanna feel anything but this… numbness.”

He scrutinizes you for a full minute before he takes out his phone and dials a number:

“Professor,” he says, causing your head to snap up. “We have a problem.” He listens to the voice for a full thirty seconds before he says, “That’s the lay of the land, yeah. What can we do about it?” Silence again filled the space between you. “Alright. I’ll let her know. See you in a couple of days, Professor.” He presses the end call button and looks down at your shocked face. “Don’t look at me like that. You said you wanted to come home,” he says while quirking an eyebrow.

“I didn’t mean for you to call my brother!” you shriek, scrambling  frantically upright. “We haven’t spoken in more than four years, Logan!” Pacing the length of your apartment, you glare at his smirking face. “There’s a reason I haven’t been home to visit!”

“Well, suck it up, Bub’. He’s makin’ the calls as we speak. You’re being transferred back to the X-Men.”

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Concuss and In Love

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Slight injury (mild concussion), Language (I dropped the f-bomb a few times, sorry I swear like a sailor), So fluffy it will rot your teeth out

Word count: 2088

A/N: So, this was written spur of the moment today. No outline, no plan, I just picked up my phone in the car and started typing. This was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing or as most of you know her by Kari’s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge Week 7. The prompt was “Stop filming me, moron!”. I added a word to it to make it flow in the story hope that’s ok. I am not a nurse or doctor, but I did do research on concussions and at home treatments so if any of this is wrong I apologize. Sorry if this is complete shit like I said it was written in like a few hours. No beta so all mistakes are mine. And I always forget to add this but none of the GIF’s or pics are mine except for the text and social media posts and supply basket edit. Those were created by me. 

Summary: You are enjoying a nice relaxing morning in your home, when your husband Jensen comes home early scaring the crap out of you. This fright, however, may have been a little more dangerous than Jensen thought.

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending

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