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Request: Blessed

Request: Could you write a story where the reader is a maid at the motel and Sam and Dean are sleeping in (without a case, so they sleep in late) but hear a pretty voice singing classic rock next door (as reader sings while cleaning) and Sam convinces dean to at least go see who is singing and he’s smitten. Thanks!!

Word Count: 1,213

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Dean is very much used to harsh awakenings. Blaring alarms, the cut of a knife, a bucket of cold water… there’s not much that’s foreign to him anymore. Late mornings, on the other hand, when the sun is far above the horizon and yet he’s still in bed, remain his favourites, because he’s able to wake on his own time, at his own pace, and maybe finally get out of bed not feeling completely exhausted.

So when he’s woken far before his usual post-case-lie-in time, for a few moments he’s mildly annoyed. That is, until he hears exactly what woke him up:

“There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I’m one,”

He’s heard angels speaking. He’s heard them screaming, and smashing windows with it – so to say an angel’s voice was coming through the paper-thin motel wall couldn’t be further from the truth. This is the opposite – sweet and soothing, and even better, singing a song he’s loved since childhood.

Throughout the sing, the voice hits each and every note, somehow capturing the haunting rhythm of the song within a bright, airy, melodic tone. He’s completely entranced. All he can do is lie there, his hands locked behind his head, and let himself be relaxed by the soothing voice as it moves through a veritable playlist of absolute classics – the gap between songs leaves him waiting in suspense, hoping for another one to start up – and the voice always obliges, and the opening notes to whichever song it chooses sound even sweeter than ever.

“You’re not going to go and flirt with her?” Sam’s voice startles Dean out of his reverie, though the voice doesn’t leave his mind.

“She’s… I don’t know what she’s doing. I don’t want to disturb her.” He says quickly – there’s a part of him that enjoys the mystery, the not knowing, the building up the image of a woman in his mind: in his head, she’s beautiful, but not overtly so – and she’s funny, with a bright, mischievous smile. It’s all an illusion, of course, but he doesn’t mind. It’s a nice mirage to bask in the glow of, either way.

“Disturb her? What’s gotten into you?” Sam’s incredulity is clearly audible in his tone, and the elder brother peels open one eye to give his brother a look.

“Nothing. But she’s obviously busy.” As if on cue, the singing pauses for a moment and is replaced with the sound of furniture scraping across the floor before starting back up again.

“You’re nervous.” Sam grins as the realisation reaches him, “You’re actually nervous to speak to a girl. Why? You’ve talked to girls who like rock before.”

“I know, I just-“

“I’m sure she’s nice enough. I’m assuming she’s staff, judging by the cleaning cart just outside the door, so she’s basically contractually obligated to be nice to you,” When Dean doesn’t reply and still looks dubious, Sam sighs in resignation, “At least go and see who it is. What she’s like. And if you like her, we don’t have a case or anywhere to be, so staying another few days shouldn’t be a problem.”

***

Dean drags himself out of the bed after that, hurrying into his jeans with such haste that he manages to shove both legs into one trouser-leg and nearly end up flat on his face, to his younger brother’s infinite amusement.

However, for once Dean doesn’t bite back, and instead heads out of the room somehow feeling a thousand times more refreshed than usual despite not having even touched the coffee pot. He nearly hesitates outside the door, but after a short pep talk and a mental kick up his own ass, he shifts the cleaning trolley out of the way and knocks, two sharp raps on the open door.

The sound cuts your voice off instantly, and you turn from what you were doing – changing over the (frankly, disgusting) bedsheets. They drop into a crumpled heap of faded, stained linen at your feet as you flash him a bright, friendly smile and brush your hands off on the black tabard that’s draped over your jeans and black t-shirt, the design of which he can’t make out for the over-garment.

“Can I help you?” You ask him sweetly, and he’s taken aback by how kind your expression is, and how beautiful you are – even more so than the vision he’d cooked up in his head, despite his thinking that it couldn’t be possible.

“Hi, I- uh- no, I-“ Dean Winchester, flustered. If you knew him, you’d be a lot more impressed than you are amused, considering the laugh that escapes your lips. Part of him wants to muffle the sound with his own lips, the other wants to listen to it forever.

“Is it your room? I was coming there next, I promise, but the people in here last… I don’t know what they were doing. I don’t think I want to know.” You shudder, only partially in hyperbole. He huffs with laughter, suddenly remembering the various states of filth and chaos he’d left motel rooms in over the years and feeling a flash of guilt.

“No, it’s fine. We were lying in anyway. I woke up to your excellent serenade.” He smiles, hoping it comes across as flirtatious, despite it feeling more hysterical.

“Oh, I woke you?” The flush that spreads across your cheeks is nothing short of adorable, “I’m so sorry, I knew the walls were thin, but-“

“Not like that!” He quickly corrects you, “I was just curious. I had to see who was singing my kind of music so well.”

“Your kind of…” He watches as you put the pieces together in your mind, “Is that why you’re wearing an AC/DC shirt backwards?”

He looks down and, sure enough, there are tour dates emblazoned down his chest – it’s his turn to flush then, but you only laugh, going back to piling bedsheets into the laundry hamper you’ve set at the foot of the bed.

“I guess it is.” He smiles, leaning against the doorframe, “I’m Dean.”

“Y/N. Pleasure to meet you.” You look up at him and, again, smile with a face full of sunshine. It warms even the deepest darkest reaches of his soul, where no light dares venture anymore. But you do, and you don’t even know it.

“I absolutely assure you, the pleasure is all mine.” He grins, straightening up and taking a step towards you, “I know you’re working and everything, but when do you get off?”

“Noon.” You reply, “As long as I get everything done.”

“In that case, you wanna grab some lunch? My treat. My brother and I are in town for a while, and I need someone who knows where all the good pie is.”

“Your brother? He coming too?” You ask offhandedly, doing a great job of looking casual about it. Dean scoffs.

“Not a chance. He’s all… salad and sadness.” Dean rolls his eyes, which makes you laugh.

“I happen to know a pretty good place. I’ll meet you at your room at noon-thirty?”

“Noon-thirty it is.” He agrees, and you bless him with another grin.

“It’s a date, then.”  

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Title: The Fearless Spiderman

Summary:
Tom hits his head after he trips because he saw a spider and Y/N can’t help but tease him about being Spiderman.

Words: ~ 1700

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I wake up with a soft groan escaping my lips and I roll over, bumping against the sleeping beauty next to me. Tom’s lips were slightly parted, a few strands covering his forehead while his arms were tiredly wrapped around me. I looked around, spotting Tessa sleeping peacefully at the end of the bed, and
I snuggled deeper into Tom after pulling the blanket back over us.

I loved waking up early. But only to cuddle with my brunet boyfriend, enjoying his embrace and staring at his handsome features.
Letting out a satisfied hum, I ran my fingers through his soft hair that I adored so much before my hand lingered on the back of his neck. My eyes wandered over his face, memorising it like I always did, never wanting to forget his face. My gaze stopped at his lips which I had kissed so many times before and still, I hadn’t kissed them enough. And I would probably never reach this particular achievement: Sucessfully kissed Tom Holland ’s lips so many times that there’s no need to do it anymore.

I leaned down to kiss his lips briefly and he hummed quietly but didn’t wake up before a smile formed on my lips.
Sighing dreamily, I ran my fingers through his curls again and again and again. After about 10 minutes of admiring my boyfriend I carefully freed myself from him, leaving our bed to make some breakfast.

After two years of dating him, I knew how much he liked me taking care of him when he had a rough week. And there was nothing more in this world that I wanted more than Tom to be perfectly happy.

My feet left a tapping sound on the cold tiles as I headed to the kitchen, thinking about what to make for breakfast.
I yawned before pressing the button of the coffee machine, impatiently waiting for my morning medicine. And while listening to that familiar buzzing sound of the machine, I filled the kettle with water for Tom’s tea.

Leaning against the counter and carefully taking a sip of my coffee, I mindlessly stared into nothing. Despite loving to wake up early next to my lovely boy I needed a lot of time to be fully awake in my head.
Placing my favourite spiderman mug on the counter, I filled Tom’s mug with the boiled water before I put in the teabag.

Out of nowhere, Tom suddenly stood behind me as if he had teleported himself. I jumped slightly as his arms sneaked around my waist before he pressed my back into his chest, his chin resting on my shoulder. “Morning, darling.”, he breathed out right next to my ear and I turned around in his arms, smiling at him. “Morning, Tommy.”

My eyes were on the height of his lips, making it almost impossible for me to look somewhere else and to think about something else than kissing those soft lips.
Without any control over my body, my head leaned forward and my lips collided with his, my hands resting on his shoulders while his were firmly placed on my waist. But before I could even dig my fingers into his messy curls he pulled back, “Ew, you taste like coffee.”
A disgusted look was on his face before I playfully hit him and shot back, “And your breath stinks.”

He chuckled softly before he let go of me completely, looking behind me with curiosity in his brown eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Breakfast.”, I replied, “Now, you go back to bed. I’m taking in care of you today.”
Playfully pushing him out of the kitchen, I tried to give him a serious look but rolled my eyes with a smile when he smirked at me. “Wow, you’re bossy today.”, he said with a flirty tone and I shook my head, laughing.
“I meant that in the most innocent way.”, I defended myself, “Now get some rest.”

When Tom finally left the kitchen, I turned around and opened the fridge to-

“BLOODY HELL!”, I heard Tom’s voice before the sound of furniture being moved and then a loud thud. “TOM?” Then Tessa barked loudly.
Panicking, I left the kitchen only to see Tom laying on the floor holding his head. I hurried next to him, my knees hitting the ground before my hands reached out to him.
“Oh my god… Tom, are you okay?”, I wanted to know, panic clear in my voice.
“Yeah, I guess.”, he mumbled, my hands grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up into a sitting position. “But my head hurts. I hit it on the dresser.” Tessa liked Tom’s face, excitedly jumping next him. “Tessa, I’m okay.”, he soothed her, petting her head.

I carefully took his head in my hands, investigating it. “There’s no blood.”, I sighed in relief before looking into his shock-filled eyes. “What the hell just happened?”, I wanted to know and Tom wordlessly pointed behind me.

Turning around, I saw a little spider on the wall. I bit my lip trying to keep myself from laughing at him. “I had a mini heart attack when I saw this monster and fell back against the couch and then I tripped. And then I hit my head.”, he told me quietly, his right hand pressing against his head.

He looked so cute and vulnerable, I couldn’t help but smile at him. “Aww you poor baby.”
“No, seriously. It’s coming to get me!”, he said with panic in his voice after the spider slowly crawled an inch further.
“Maybe you actually can summon an army of spiders, spiderling.”, I teased while helping him stand up. “It’s SpiderMAN.”, he rolled his eyes.

Swaying a bit to the side, he supported his weight with his hand on the dresser and crushed against it.
I gave him a worried look, “Are you sure that you’re okay?”
He shook his head, tensing up when he looked up the spider again. “Let’s get you into bed, Spiderman.”, I suggested but Tom shook his head quickly. “I won’t go near this thing.”
“Okay.”, I smiled before my hands cupped his face, pulling him towards me before our lips met.

My right hand wandered over his shoulder to his arm and I could feel his muscles relax from my touch before he sighed into the kiss. My hand sneaking to his side and then to his back, I slowly stepped backwards. Step after step, pulling him towards the bedroom while our lips softly moved together.
But Tom pulled back when he realised that I was only distracting him, his hands grabbing my wrists.
“Nice try, my love.”, he only chuckled before he pecked my lips and went over to the couch to sit down. Tessa followed him, laying down on the couch and closing her eyes while Tom stroked her back.

“The fearless Spiderman can’t even get near to a spider.”, I laughed and ruffled his hair, a pout forming on his lips when he crossed his arms. Making my way back to the kitchen, I heard Tom’s complain, “Where are you going, darling. Don’t leave me! It will attack me.”
“I’m getting some ice. We don’t want Spiderman to be out of order, do we?”, I chuckled while putting some Ice into a towel before I went back to my whiny boyfriend.

Straddling his lap, I put the towel on the back of his neck while staring onto his brown eyes. “You’re the best girlfriend ever.”, he whispered before his arms wrapped around me and he pecked my lips, my free hand reaching upwards to stroke his hair. “And you’re my spiderboyfriend.”
Letting out a satisfied hum, he pressed me against him to hide his face in the crook of my neck. His hot breath tickled the skin of my neck, causing shivers to run down my back.

“The actor of Spiderman being afraid of spiders, isn’t that ironic?”, I grinned and he shook his head. “It’s definitely not funny! Stop grinning or you’ll regret.”, he warned, leaning back to look at me.“But it’s so cute!”, I objected, pouting my lower lip. His gaze flickered down to my lips before he returned the smile he saw on my lips.

“And I told you to stop grinning!”, he smirked at me before leaning in, his wet lips attacking the side of my neck with sweet, little kisses. I squeled at the contact of his lips on my skin, subconsciously pressing myself against him and tilting my head to the side after Tom decided to use his tongue.
I sighed quietly when I felt the heat rushing to my face, letting the wet towel falling onto the couch before tightly grabbing his shoulders with both of my hands.

“If this is your way of making me regret teasing you”, I deeply breathed in, “then it’s totally worth it.” He chuckled softly and I could feel his smile against my skin before he started sucking on my sweet spot, making me moan quietly.
Wanting to hear one of those sexy sounds from him, I began grinding my hips against his causing him to moan as well. His hands wandered over my sides to my tighs, gently rubbing over the soft fabric of my pyjama shorts. Feeling the electricity coming from his touch, I let out another moan but suddenly Tom pulled back.

“Sorry, I-I can’t…”, he admitted quietly and I looked at him with panic in my eyes. “You’re not gonna break up with me, are you? ‘Cause you just said that I-”
“What? No! I’m not…”, he interrupted me and I let out a sigh of relief.
“Why do you even start a sentence like that?”, I mumbled, my body still recovering from this and the things he did to me with his soft lips.

“I just meant… you look super hot in that pyjamas but I can’t concentrate with this monster chilling on the wall.”, he explained simply making me chuckle.

He was by far the cutest spiderboyfriend.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I heard you were taking prompts, I know it's AU but, Can you do one where Lily ans James meet Ginny? Like for the first time? I always wanted a "meeting the parents" scene.

A/N: A shorty, but I think it’s fun and also JILY IS HERE AND aLIvE.  Special thanks to @annikaleigh24 and @petalstofish for moral support and ideas yes <3

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They’re tucked in a booth at Fortescue’s, a long since finished pair of sundaes in front of them and Harry’s got his head dropped against the slightly sticky tabletop, groaning.  “Do we have to go?”

Ginny gives her spoon one last lick and swipes Harry’s abandoned cherry before he stops sulking and remembers.  Swallowing the almost sickly sweet cherry, Ginny sticks the stem into her mouth and begins attempting a knot, but still manages to mumble out, “Aren’t I supposed to be the nervous one?”

“They’re my parents, I have much more detailed and highly-likely embarrassing scenarios already sketched out in my head, you’re just working with societal expectations,” Harry grumbles as he sits back and frowns at his bowl, now sans cherry.  Ginny forces innocence into her expression but renders the effort moot by triumphantly pulling the now knotted cherry stem from her mouth.

Harry chokes, complaints forgotten, “Did you tie that with – you tied it – with your – ”

Grinning, she pats his wild hair, “With my tongue dear,” she winks, placing the stem in Harry’s dish and picking up the trail of their conversation, “It’s not like I’ve never met your parents.”

Mention of his parents draws Harry from his increasingly vivid daydream about Ginny’s unexpectedly dexterous appendage and his face falls into a frown.  “So you should know how they are – you’ve never met them as my girlfriend before.”

“You’re just jealous because your dad likes me better.”

Harry nudges her foot underneath the table, “Chasers.”

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papofglencoe  asked:

Hi guys! A little fire-breathing flying reptile informed me it's going to be Alice's (aka thegreatorangedragon's) birthday on Feb. 16, and I was wondering if someone might be able to drabble a little something for her? There's no truer friend to the folks here and champion of Everlark authors, and I know she'd love to see something. (Bonus points if someone can give her a puzzle to figure out... I'm sure you've noticed she's a clever one). Thanks for everything you guys do. <3c

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Happy birthday to the @thegreatorangedragon!! Thank you @papofglencoe for sending in the ask! Here is a fun little fic submitted by @peetabreadgirl just for you. Hope you have a fantastic day!


Happy birthday! I hope you enjoy this little one shot. Rated S-E-X. For sex. There be smut here, folks. Sorry if I ruined the surprise. Thanks to the girls who run this awesome blog and make cool stuff happen. Pbg

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It started out as a joke. A way to pass the awkward time while listening to the sound of my neighbors through the thin walls. But I can’t deny anymore that I wish the sounds Peeta and I are making were real. I don’t know what to do about it. He’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember.

Since I moved into my place, Peeta and I have spent most Saturday nights in the studio apartment, scarfing down tubs of cheap udon noodles or greasy slices of pepperoni pizza, watching various movies from all different eras and genres.

But a few weeks ago I got a new neighbor. A very loud, sexually active one. Apparently said neighbor also has standing appointments on Saturday nights. Whether it’s for money or not, I’d rather not know. The neighborhood I live in is a bit seedy, so it’s a possibility. But in any case, the first time it happened took us by complete surprise. I was stuffing my mouth with cheese fries from the bar on the corner, Peeta beside me, a beer bottle tipped up to his lips, when it started.

The moaning and wailing were enough to make me lose my appetite, and Peeta looked white as a sheet. I tried to laugh it off, but it didn’t take. Peeta wouldn’t look at me, and to be honest, I couldn’t have looked him in the eyes either. I turned up the television, tried to watch the movie. Tried to ignore the knocking and cooing and ‘yes, right there, oh yes’s’, but it seemed the more I tuned them out, the louder they became.

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You Saved Me - Part 3

Original request from @fandom-rpblog: Hey can I make a request? Can you write one in where after the events of winter soldier, (ignoring civil war as I haven’t seen it yet), Bucky has been re-introduced to the world and is recovering slowly and he and reader are sort of a thing as she was the one who found him after the events of winter soldier and she find out she is pregnant and fluff, and stuff. Please.

Note: There will be one more chapter after this one :)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1,849

Warnings: Just some language in this chapter I believe. Nothing else to really warn you all about.

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4(End)

You lifted the shirt you were wearing to expose your discreet little bump and watched as the nurse sat by the machine applied a clear liquid over it. Your nerves were consuming you already and nothing had even been done yet.

“There’s no need to worry Miss [l/n].” The young female must have noticed your unease and as she placed the scanning equipment onto your stomach she offered you a reassuring smile. “I will locate the heartbeat first and then once I have it I will be able to show you your beautiful baby.”

This was supposed to be a happy occasion, one where your smile would stretch from one ear to the other, and yet you were far from a smile…..you were excited to see the baby growing inside of you but the man who had helped you to create such a beautiful thing was nowhere to be seen. He hadn’t uttered a single word to you since that day in your apartment, not that you could blame him, to him everything had been a lie.

“Here we go…” As your thoughts started to head down a negative path you were brought back to reality by the sound of something beating incredibly fast. “….hold on a moment…..”

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hurricane // (k.l imagine)

Anonymous said: imagine with kian where you guys are expecting a child and you are about 10 weeks pregnant and go for a checkup and the doctors tells you, you lost the baby and you can go on from there

mentions death, loss of a child //

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anonymous asked:

Hey girl, long time no see. Friendly neighbourhood NASCAR here with another prompt based in these Hozier lyrics. When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her So like Kara is presumed dead and there's a service and everything, then Kara turns up at 3 am at her door saying hi, before collapsing in her arms. Angsttttt please

Hi anon!

Long time no see, indeed! I’m here with your prompt and fair warning, it’s packed up with angst but it has a happy ending.
It’s also over 12k words so it’s long. 

Inspired by @beyondambivalent​ gifset that you can find here x
All thanks to @cat-danvers​ for the beta-reading and thoughtfull advices ♥


“Mom! Mom wake up! Wake up, mom!”

 Cat’s eyes snapped open as she felt her body being shaken awake, rather abruptly. She was exhausted, the few hours of sleep she had managed to snatch weighing heavy upon her eyelashes and already urging her to close them again, to go back to sleep.

 “Mom! Mom, please, wake up.”

 The voice sounded distant, like an echo far away in the room but she recognized it instantly and it provoked a surge of adrenaline that kickstarted her system as she finally heard the panicked edge it held. She jolted up to sit in her bed, running a hand over her face to chase the fatigue away and then, she finally focused on her son. Her heart squeezed, missed a beat and then dropped when she took in the tears running down his cheeks, the terror swirling in his baby blue eyes and the way he was practically panting, his chest heaving up and down too quickly as he struggled just to breathe.

 “Carter? Sweetheart, hey, I’m here, what’s wrong? I’m awake, I’m awake, take a deep breath and tell me. What is it?” She asked, trying to sound soft and inviting and not to show the fear he was rapidly awaking in her guts.

 “Mom, it’s Kara! She’s, she’s … Mom, you need to see this! Come on! Mom.” He was tugging at her wrist and she quickly pushed the blanket away, to be able to leave the bed and to follow her son. Her heart was racing in her chest and her mind was whirling and spinning, going in every direction but she couldn’t seem to focus on anything.

 The penthouse was almost pitch black but as they came close to the living room, she noticed the glowing and flashing halo the television was casting upon the furnitures. The sound was on, very low but she heard sirens and shouts, screams too. Carter dragged her in front of the huge flat screen and then he slid his fingers to hold her hand, tight. She squeezed it gently, out of habit but mostly because he was frightening her but then, she caught a glimpse of a blue and red blur on the screen and her attention sharpened.

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Never Again (Elorcan Fic)

HELLO! Sorry I haven’t been writing recently but I was recently inspired to write an angsty Elorcan fic and here it is!

I hope you guys like it! I haven’t written anything in awhile so please forgive me if the writing is a bit all over the place. I’m planning to edit it in the future (haha).

None of the characters used are mine. All copyright of Sarah J. Maas.

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Lorcan trailed behind Elide silently as they traveled, watching her black hair glisten and her soft skin practically shining from the sunlight.

You sound like a love sodden sap, Lorcan.

The thing is, I am.

“You know you don’t have to do that.” Elide muttered, her voice laced with cold.

“What?”

“The brace. I can walk just fine.”

Lorcan ignored her, bracing her legs the entire way like he did from the start.

It was their fifth day of travel to Perranth, just the two of them as Aelin refused to let Elide travel alone. Terrasen was still in the process of rebuilding so carriages and horses weren’t ready at the time. And Elide needed some time and peace to herself anyways, even with the brooding fae male behind her. It had been years since Elide had the chance to simply walk through the forest without a single worry in her mind. It had been even longer since she set foot on the small kingdom her parents once led.

Elide glanced around the pathway she was walking on within the forest, noticing the area around her becoming more and more familiar.

We must be getting nearer.

In all honesty, Elide knew a faster way to her home - closer to the small kingdom she would finally be able to rebuild and lead. But she didn’t know how to comprehend her feelings for a certain fae male behind her when the time comes for him to leave. It was true that she had forgiven him but her emotions were still all over the place. She wanted to give in, be able to feel what she felt that night in the gave with Lorcan. But she didn’t know whether she could forgive him either for the things he did to her queen and king.

“You have to forgive him, Elide. If I were in his place I would’ve done the same.”

“I can’t just do that, Aelin. Look what he did to you. Look what he did to all of us.”

“Love does a lot of things to people, especially those that haven’t been able to find a real one for centuries of their lives.”

Aelin’s words stuck to Elide. She said love. Love. And she said it with so much confidence as if there was no doubt in her statement. Deep inside her, Elide didn’t want Lorcan to leave. She was afraid to run Perranth alone, to be responsible of so many of her future peers. But did Lorcan really deserve her forgiveness wholly?

Elide took a turn to the left, the sound of rustling leaves the only thing between the her and Lorcan.

“Elide, do you want to take a break?”

“Why? Are you tired?”

“No. I just-“

“Then no. We keep going.”

Lorcan sighed quietly, following behind her while taking in the trees and flora around him. He noticed how she looked exhausted, as if she was about to collapse on the ground and sleep for the longest time. They did not have much sleep last night, Elide determined on walking out the dark as much as possible and waking up the moment the sun showed any small sign over the horizon.

Lorcan had tried his best to be as much as he could for Elide, hoping she would take him back in any ways or form. Whether it be friends, acquaintances, lovers, he didn’t care. He just wanted to be fine with her again, to be able to talk to her about things he would never tell anyone else. Honestly, Lorcan had practically begged for Aelin to let him accompany Elide on this trip - wanting to spend as much time with her as possible before she came to visit Terrasen only every few weeks.

“I wanted to go to Perranth with you.”

He remembered saying those words clearly as any day. He wanted, so desperately wanted, to go to Perranth with Elide. He had never found someone that accepted him so easily with so much trust in her eyes. He had never loved someone so quickly than when he met her.

And you had to go out there and destroy that trust.

Lorcan shook his head, concentrating back at the human girl walking in front of him. Was it even possible to fall in love so quickly? He didn’t know. He just knew that whether she was his mate or not he would always be in love with her.

Elide felt Lorcan’s gaze shifting back and forth onto her back, as if he was in doubt of a thought. Truthfully, Lorcan had been more than considerate the entire trip. She would wake up every morning in their make shift tent with her clothes from the previous day washed. He would also seem to know when her monthly cycle was as strips of cloth was always prepared beside her makeshift bed. Sometimes, she would wake up to a few sweet looking berries wrapped in a piece of cloth. Elide knew this was all of Lorcan’s work but she was still in doubt. What if he just gave up once she’s forgiven him?

She ignored her thoughts and his gazes for now, willing herself to stay headstrong like she did the whole trip. She would decide later whether she wanted Lorcan to stay or whether she forgave him entirely. All she wanted to do now was reach Perranth in hopes that there was something left of her old home that she could live in for the time being.

Lost in her thought, Elide didn’t know that she had stepped foot onto somewhere familiar. Somewhere she had considered her home for the majority of her childhood. Elide glanced up, the first smile growing on her face since the beginning of the trip. She noticed the land around her, the small patch of pink flowers that she use to spend so much time on with Aelin and Aedion as a kid. Beside it was a pathway leading up to a large cabin - one that looked like it hasn’t been used in years.

“Oh my Gods,” Elide whispered, her eyes filling with unshed tears, “That’s-That’s-“

“Elide, are you alright?”

Lorcan rushed up beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist as she swayed to the side. He noticed the wide smile on her face, the tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“That’s my home. That’s where-“

Elide couldn’t finish her sentence as a small sob left her lips. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth, unconsciously leaning further onto Lorcan’s chest. Lorcan stayed quiet, simply holding her tight against him while leaning his chin against the top of her head. He knew he had to leave soon, although he wanted to do just the opposite.

“You want to go look inside? I can help you set up a few things.”

Elide could only nod before realising her position. She pushed away from Lorcan, swaying slightly before regaining her balance. The wide smile was still on her face though. She led the way towards her old home, practically bounding there with her mangled ankle.

Lorcan had never felt pure joy like he did when he was watching her. A smile had grown onto his own face from how happy his Elide was.

His Elide.

I wish.

Lorcan ridded of his thoughts, willing them to go to the back of his mind. He’ll think about these on his way back to Terrasen. He followed Elide silently like he did the whole trip as she pushed the large, wooden door open to her childhood home. Lorcan followed suit, pushing the door the rest of the way as Elide bounded inside the house. He noticed immediately the once homey feeling of the cabin. The fireplace across the wooden table and couch. The kitchen was to the left, an intricately carved marble counter in the centre. On the far right corner, there were stairs that led up to the rest of the cabin.

Elide sprinted as fast as her legs would from one side of the house to the other, pulling off tarps and blowing off the dust from the furniture. She noticed that Lorcan had moved to help her, but she didn’t say anything towards the fae male. It was obvious he would have to leave soon and Elide still hadn’t come to a conclusion about her feelings.

“I’ll help you set up before I-I’ll be on my way.” she heard Lorcan mutter from the back.

Before she could reply, Lorcan had set to work - the sound of moving furniture drowning out everything else.

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It took them a full day to prepare everything, shifting the furniture into place and removing all the tarps along with getting rid of the mountains of dust on everything. Lorcan had obviously stayed the night. He was tempted to wake up earlier than Elide, leaving before his emotions got the best of him. But he stayed, only because he wanted to say goodbye to her one last time before seeing her only every few weeks.

Lorcan woke up to the sound of soft footsteps across the wooden floor of the cabin. He didn’t even need to look at her as his powers immediately shifted to bracing her legs. A soft, annoyed groan left her lips but she didn’t say anything about it.

Lorcan pushed himself off the ground brushing off the wrinkles in his clothes before walking over to Elide. They stayed in silence for a moment as Elide inspected the empty cabinets as if there was something that was going to magically pop up after years of no use.

“Elide,” Lorcan broke the silence, “I-I should be on my way.”

Elide halted in her movements.

What do I do? What do I do?

She wanted, wanted so badly, for him to stay but what if he does the exact same things he did last time. Elide mustered up the only words she could think off, trying to prolong his time here while she gathered her thoughts.

“I-I’ll walk you out.”

Lorcan gave a small nod as he made his way to the door. He felt his heart growing heavier every step of the way - as if his body and soul knew he was going to be moving farther and farther away from the woman he fell in love with so many months back.

They both walked side by side to the forest line before the greenery turned into a pathway into the forest and back to Terrasen. Lorcan turned to his side, looking down at Elide hoping that she would change her mind.

“Have a safe trip, Lorcan.”

He felt his heart fall out of his chest right then. He had never felt this way all his life. He was destroyed completely by a human girl and, for once, he didn’t care. He was happy he got the spend the last few days with her, even in silence.

“Thank you, Elide.”

Elide stared at him weirdly, trying to rid of the tears that threatened to fill her eyes.

“What for?”

“For letting me come with you. For letting me see Perranth, even if it was only for a day.”

Elide couldn’t comprehend any words as she watched Lorcan turn and walk down the path that led back to Terrasen.

“Lorcan! Wait!”

Lorcan stilled, unwilling to turn, afraid of what she was going to say. What if he said that she never wanted him to visit during trips? What if she wanted him gone during her visits to Terrasen?

Lorcan stayed silent for a moment before he felt a soft hand touch his shoulder, hands he had grown to love when she was-

“Can you please stay?”

And that’s when he broke. Lorcan had never moved so fast in his life before as he turned, wrapping his arms around Elide and pulling her against his chest. He buried his face in her hair as tears streamed down his cheeks, a small sob leaving his mouth. He felt her small arms wrap around his wide shoulders and her face burying itself into the column of his neck.

“Elide, Elide, Elide, tell me this is not a dream. Tell me this is rea-“

“This is real, Lorcan. Please stay. I want you to stay.”

Lorcan nodded, the only action he could do amongst his sobs. He didn’t care if anyone saw. He didn’t care if anyone called him weak. He was too happy at this moment, too relieved to be feeling anything else. He felt his legs slowly  giving out on him as he lowered to the ground with Elide until he was a sobbing mess beneath her. Elide was sitting on the grass, Lorcan’s face buried in her neck as he cried softly with his arms still wrapped tightly around her. Elide kissed his forehead softly, feeling her own tears spilling out of her eyes.

“Lorcan,” Elide whispered, “Is-Is what Aelin said was true?”

“What did she say?” he asked, composing himself slightly but refusing to leave the position he was in with his face in the crook of her neck and his arms around her waist.

“That-That you,” she paused, “That you love me?”

Lorcan’s breathe halted in his throat before he exhaled.

“I wasn’t going to lie to her, Elide. Never again.” he whispered against her skin before shifting back and cupping her face softly. He gently, so gently, wiped away the tears on her cheeks with the pads of his thumb.

“So what she said was true?”

“Of course it’s true, Elide.”

Elide felt her chest tighten. Her hands moved up in its own accord, cupping Lorcan’s rugged cheeks in her small, delicate hands. No words could express what she felt right now, the joy, the nervous, the happiness-

So she kissed him. For the first time since that night in the cave.

Lorcan’s eyes widened, his whole body stilled once more in shock before he leaned forward and kissed her back with all his pent up feelings he had locked inside his body. He pulled her closer until they were chest to chest, their lips moving desperately, messy as they tried to express their emotions through that one action. Lorcan’s hands had shifted and buried itself into Elide’s hair, cradling her head delicately as he leaned forward, pushing back towards the grass until she was laying down. He set her down so softly Elide felt like she was going to cry once more.

They both pulled away when they were out of breathe, panting like they just ran away from another pack of Ilkens.

“I love you too.”

Lorcan thought he was delusional now.

“W-What?”

“I love you too, Lorcan Salvaterre. But if you do anything like what you did to Aelin I will-“

Lorcan pressed his lips once more against hers, his tears dripping down onto her cheeks. He couldn’t even reign in his emotions anymore at this point.

“Never, never again. I swear to you, never again. I love you, Elide Lochan and if you will have me here with you in Perranth, I will honour that for the rest of my life.”

Elide cupped his cheek softly, a smile on her face as she brushed away his tears. She kissed his scarred cheek tenderly, nuzzling it a little.

“Let’s go home.”

And Lorcan wasted no time sweeping her into his arms, kissing her forehead once more before making his way back to home, his real home.

i remember one year when i was really little i slept downstairs on the couch the night of easter and bc of that and the position i was at in the house i was able to listen to my parents sneaking around upstairs hiding all the candy when they thought i was asleep so i stayed up long enough to do that and then memorized where i heard them walking and the distinct sounds of certain furniture knocking around and used that to go and find stuff the following morning so what i’m saying is i would never dare fight my past self because nowadays i can’t even remember my own name any earlier than 4 pm and also constantly get stuck @ doors that open one way and have very easy to see signs stating whether to push or pull

A Man Worth Fighting For- 13

Summary: Seventy years has passed and the world has changed. You thought you were moving on until Steve Rogers asks you for a favor which leads to a discovery that will change everything. So much for retirement. Sequel to “A Girl Worth Fighting For.” Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: ~1900
Warnings: Language, as always. Violence. Blood and injury.
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The bar was in a panic. Screaming filled the air as people shoved their way toward the door, scrambling over one another in the rush for safety. You barely noticed them, your eye going straight to the three men hiding behind a table, their rifles trained on Bucky. They weren’t alone. From the front of the bar, you counted two other men pushing through the crowd toward you. Their faces were stoic, glaring at you from under their brows as they mowed down innocents in their path. Scrambling, you tucked the shotgun in your shoulder and aimed at the men with guns first, squeezing the trigger and sending one of them flying into the wall.

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Kidnapped (Jim Moriarty x Reader)

Warning(s): cheating, violence
Second person’s point of view

Jim was having an affair with another woman. Of course, you weren’t aware of that. He wasn’t in love with her; he was simply bored. He was bored with his personal life. You two have been married for two years and dated for three years before that. Jim was faithful to your, for a while. About a year ago he met a wonderful blonde in a bar. The woman’s name was Jess. She was exciting. The thrill of accidentally being caught finally made him feel alive again. Of course, his work was thrilling as it was but he was tired of going home after playing a game with Sherlock and snuggling peacefully on the couch with you while watching tv.
One night he was out with Jess while you were making dinner at home when you got a message from him.

„Will be home late. - Jim“

You sighed. He’s late again. It started to look like he’s avoiding you. The thought of him cheating has occurred to you more than once but you always shooed that away. He wouldn’t, would he? You could never wrap your around the facf that the world’s only consulting criminal would choose a boring teacher from London.
You finished up your dinner and ate your part. You put the leftover into the fridge for Jim to eat later. You took a shower and went to sleep.
You awoke a few hours later to a noise coming from downstairs. You immediately knew that it wasn’t Jim. You heard muffled conversation coming from your living room and the sound of furniture being moved around and drawers being searched.
You buried your face into your pillow and prayed that they were only robbers. Moments have passed by and your bedroom door was kicked down. Two hands gripped you shoulders and turned you onto you back. You came face to face with three men you didn’t know. They pressed a piece of clothing against the lower part of your face. You tried to struggle against their hold but you started to black out. At last, you lost consciousness.

You woke up in a dark basement, tied to a chair. Your head was throbbing and you were nervous to say the least. You heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

Jim had a date with Jess that night. He sent you a simple text before going into the hotel room. He spent his evening with her, just sex and nothing else. He didn’t want anything else. Around midnight he took his leave. He got in his car and drove to the house you two shared. He fished out his keys from his pocket and walked up to the door. When he got there his blood ran cold. The front door was kicked off its hinges, the interior was a mess. He ran up to your room as quickly as he could. Anger and fright ran throughout his veins when he found that your bed was empty. He called Sebastian and started looking for you. He had given you a bracelet as a proposal gift in which he hid a GPS just in case this happened.
As soon as Sebastian arrived the two sprang into action.

The men were three of those who Jim „sacrificed“ in order to play with Sherlock. They wanted revenge. They hadn’t done any particularly bad to you just yet. They had beaten you, yes, but it’s nothing a few stitches couldn’t help.
They left the room for now but you were sure they’d be back soon.
Blood was dripping from the cuts on your lips and forehead. Your head was throbbing in pain and spinning with thoughts. Jim was out almost every night until after midnight but you haven’t read anything related to him and his game with Sherlock so you didn’t know what he could do. You had a few tips but you quickly dismissed them.
You heard the heavy metal door open, signaling that the men were coming back. You looked up and your blood ran cold. One of the men had a knife in his hand and a sick grin on his face. He knelt in front of you, pressing the cold blade against you defined left cheekbone.

“What a pitty it is that I have to ruin your pretty face because of your husband.

“Please…”, you squeaked out, “don’t.”

He just grinned. You shut your eyes and waited for the pain which never came. Instead you heard three gunshots being fired. At first you thought they shot you and you just didn’t feel it yet because of the shock. However, when you opened your eyes and saw the three men lying on the floor and footsteps nearing you, you realized you were wrong.

“(Y/N)”, you heard Jim shouting, “I’m so sorry. Oh my God.”

He knelt in front of you. Someone behind you cut your ropes and you fell out of the chair, right into Jim’s arms. He whispered smoothing things into your ear while stroking your hair and lifting you up. You saw Seabstian standing beside him and finally everything made sense.

Jim sat in the backseat with you in his lap, whispering sweet nothings while Seb was driving.

At home Sebastian stitched you up while Jim fixed the entrance door and took his leave after a brief conversation with Jim. Your husband walked over to you and took you into his arms.

“I’m so sorry, darling”, his voice broke, “I should have been there.”“It’s okay, Jim. You can’t be with me all the time after all.”“But I have to protect you. That’s what I am here for.”

He was crying. You (and as far as you know no one else) had never seen him cry before. Jim would rather die than show his vulerable, emotional side. You scooted closer to him, hugging him.

“Jim, please, don’t blame yourself.”, you stroked his arm, “I love you.”“I love you, too.”

You two slept on the couch that night, Jim hugging you like there was no tomorrow.

For a few day everything went well. You were doing much better and Jim was at home everyday before seven so you could spend the night together. Everything was like when you two got married. You felt like a goddess, Jim was spoiling you with small gifts and a lot of attention.One night you were lying on his chest, watching Alice in Wonderland when someone knocked on your door.

“Are you expecting someone?”, you turned to Jim

He shook his head no and went to answer the door. You paused the film and went to check on Jim when you heard the table that stood next to the door crashing. As soon as you got there you immediately felt like you were going to faint. A gorgeous blond was clinging to Jim, kissing him. He threw her off of himself and she landed painfully on her ass. Jim stepped out after her, closed the door and started shouting on an animalistic voice.You ran upstairs into you shared bedroom, now sobbing violently. You ripped the wardrobe door open and pulled out your biggest suitcase. You started throwing your belongings into it. You couldn’t stop thinking about all the warnings you got before (and after) your wedding about how you can’t trust Jim. You heard a gunshot outside and a woman screaming then something hitting the cement heavily. You heard Jim beeping on his phone then talking again.You were done packing, you even changed you PJs to some comfortable travelling clothes. Your mother lives in Cardiff, you decided that would be far enough from Jim. You were just about to open the door of your bedroom when you heard his footsteps coming up the stairs. He ripped the door open to find you there with swollen eyes, a suitcase in hand.

“Darling, please, don’t do this.”, he knelt in front of you, “I beg you.”“You were kissing that woman!”, you screamed in his face, “Were you with her when they kidnapped me? And all the other nights?”“Darling, (Y/N), I will tell you everything.”, he said calmly, “Just let’s sit us calmly.”

You didn’t want to but you would anyway. You loved him and needed to hear his excuses. He stood up, extended his hand and pulled you up when you accepted. You two went downstairs to you dining room, turning the TV off on your way there. You sat opposite each other. He held your hand over the table.

“I met her about a year ago when I was going after business in a bar. Her name was Jess. It was just sex and nothing else. We met in a cheap hotel. I needed this because I wanted more danger, I wanted the thrill. I always left immediatly after we finished. I just thought that I became too soft, too ordinary. Since you were attacked I didn’t see her. I ignored all of her calls and all of her messages. She came here tonight and kissed me. She jumped onto me. I’m assuming that you saw. I shot her. Sebastian is hiding her body now.”, he paused, “I know what you are thinking now, darling, but I wanted to tell you. I just didn’t want to put more pressure on you after what happened.”

You stared at him for a minute. You believed what he said, even the last sentence. Your tears started falling again.

“Goodbye, Jim.”“Darling, (Y/N), please, don’t go. You always said you believe in second chances.”“I do but I can’t live in fear of when you would get bored of spending your evenings with me.”“(Y/N) just give me one more chance. If I have to work late I will even let you come with me. I will do anything to make my mistake right. Before I met you I never felt anything, and I mean anything for anyone or anything. I need you. I don’t want to go back to being frozen and cold inside. You are the sun, my sun, and I need you. Please.”

You felt like you being torn apart.

“One more chance. If I ever see you with another woman again, if you just flirt with her, I will leave. I don’t care what you have to say.”

He embraced you crying into your shoulder.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”, he whispered, “I love you.”“I love you too, you bastard.”, you smiled at each other.

HER 承 | PART 6

A Namjoon Series

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NAMJOON’S P.O.V | 4:46 PM

It was quiet in the dorms, excluding the sounds of shuffling furniture and the movement of clothing. The boys and I were all over the place moving around furniture and cleaning up the dorms to make it a safe environment for Y/N’s stay. We couldn’t risk having her pass out again and bumping her head on something sharp, because if that did happen, only God knows how everything will end up.

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So I read all of Carry On in a day and then wrote this (set before SnowBaz goes canon and also I modified the situation because I am an author fuck off)

Baz POV:

I haven’t slept in weeks. Well, one week, 6 days, and 21 hours to be exact. I can usually just suck it up, but I think the mental exhaustion might be catching up to me as well. It’s been one week, 6 days, and 17 hours of being around Snow again, but I still don’t quite feel grounded. Pun not intended. You know, because of the whole stuck-in-a-coffin thing and all. The only thing that kept me sane in there was the thought of him, that cheeky, insufferable, obnoxious, moronic, god-awfully handsome Chosen One. 

I still don’t feel safe.

It’s midnight, and he’s long since fell asleep. I switch the side I’m laying on for the 47th time so that I’m facing him. His bronze hair is spiralling all over his pillow and covering the top half of his face, so that I can only see his drooping mouth. How peaceful. He hasn’t had a nightmare tonight yet. I, on the other hand, seem to be living one. Every single night, for the past almost-14 days, I’ve been here, just a foot or so away from him, as he sleeps and I suffer. I wish I could kiss him - right there, next to his lip. That mole seems to mock me every night I stare at it. His hair too, it just looks so soft. If I just reached out a hand, I could touch him…

Before I can think about what I’m doing, my arm is outstretched, my fingers just millimeters away from his curls, and tears are beginning to pour down the side of my face. 

“Simon…I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this…” I’m whispering, barely making a sound; the pads of my fingers are grazing his bangs. His nose twitches ever-so-slightly. “I’m just so fucking lost…” I gently curl his hair around my pointer finger, but still he doesn’t stir. “How can you be what’s keeping me sane and making me lose my mind at the exact same time?” My voice cracks a bit. His hair is silky-smooth. 

Suddenly, he flips over on his side. My arm is still outstretched, crossing over the gap between our beds. For a moment I think he’s awake, that he was listening and is angry with me. Then I think that he’s so disgusted, he doesn’t even have a furious remark to throw at me. 

I wait.

He stays still.

I let out a breath.

And then, he swivels his legs over the far side of his bed and stands up. I snatch my hand back so quickly I get carpet burn from the blanket. Simultaneously, I shut my eyelids so tight I think I’ll surely squash my eyeballs underneath them. Two footsteps. A slight grunt. The sound of furniture being dragged on the floor. For just a split-second, I dare to flick one eyelid open to see what he’s doing - and I see that he’s moved his bed over and closed the gap. Forgetting myself in shock, I open my other eye and furrow my brow. Without a single word, he flops back onto the plush feather mattress and faces me, eyes open, wearing a look I don’t recognize.

Then, just as if none of that ever happened, he closes his eyes.

And pulls me into him, burrowing my face in his chest and resting the chin I’ve spent years memorizing on top of my head. 

For a moment, I wonder if he just wants to feel taller than me. That is, of course, the one moment I had before losing all capability of coherent thought.

I sleep soundly that night.

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MJ + 7

7. “The floor is lava! I’ll save you!”

When you walked into ASTRO’s dorm that afternoon, you were fully expecting to hear screams and shouts to some degree, but not accompanied by the sounds of furniture scraping across the floor.

“What on Earth are you boys doing?” You asked as you set your bag down, and they immediately froze in place.

Sanha was on top of an armchair, JinJin squished in next him; Moonbin was slipping as he had a pillow under each foot, both sliding away from each other; Rocky was in the process of stepping off the coffee table and onto the couch, which Eunwoo was standing on, and your boyfriend MJ was perched carefully on the arm of it.

The floor is lava! I’ll save you!” MJ yelled, dramatically jumping off the end of the couch, hopping on cushions until you were within arms reach of him.

In his attempt to half pick you up and half drag you off the ‘lava’, he ended up tripping, almost causing both of you to fall. In a moment of fight-or-flight, you wrenched your arm out of his grasp and leapt onto the couch. MJ fell, landing partially on the cushion, but most of him was on the floor.

“Hyung is out!” JinJin declared, and the other boys cheered at his failure.

“Y/N, how could you?” He sat up, pouting up at you.

You shrugged, “I didn’t want to fall in the lava.”

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Eric cheating Pt5

Brandis face quickly matched your own. Shock and fear flashing in her features.

“Your…your pregnant too?!”
“Yes…”

You yelled out in both pain and anger as Brandis manicured hand collided with your cheek. Eric grabbed you with lightning speed as you tried to in return launch yourself at Brandi. Determined to beat the living shit out of her, in that moment your anger controlled you.
You cared not for yourself, her or either of your unborn children.

“YOU FUCKING WHORE!! YOUR JUST TRYING TO STEAL HIM AWAY FROM ME AGAIN!!
"ME?! YOUR THE FUCKING SLUT WHO FUCKED AROUND WITH MY BOYFRIEND BEHIND MY BACK!”
“I’LL KILL YOU BITCH!”
“NOT IF I KILL YOU FIRST!”

Eric struggled to keep you in his grasp as you tried to kick free from him. Half carrying and half dragging you, he pulled you away from Brandi. Who like a toddler being told he wasn’t getting any cake was still screaming, crying and yelling at you. When she finally saw that Eric was taking you away she began yelling at him to come back.

After a few minutes Eric managed to wrestle you into a nearby empty classroom. He released you and quickly closed the door. Your growled loudly in frustration and anger at him from stopping you pummelling Brandi into the dirt. He took a large deep breath before turning to face you.

“Are you fucking stupid?!”
“Excuse me?!!!”
“You’ve got to stop hitting people 1st and asking questions later y/n!! It’s not just you anymore!”
“What so I’m just to bend over and take that shit from her huh?!”
“What?! No! I mean…FUCK!”

Eric grasped a close chair and hurled it across the room. He began to pace back and forth, his hands grasping at his head. You in turn were trying to slow your breathing down and not go charging back out and finding the life wrecker. Something or some tiny voice of reason though, kept your feet rooted to the same spot. Eric was right in one thing. You needed to stop answering all your problems with your fists or volatile displays of pure aggression. It wasn’t just you anymore.

“So now what then huh, I guess I should congratulate you huh?”
“Yea real helpful y/n…”
“Well excuse me for being pissed off since not only did you knock me up but fucking HER also! How did it even happen with us! We were always careful right?”
“…..um”
“Ok I’m guessing you’ve guessed how so care to fucking refresh my memory?!”
“Zach’s party…we were shit faced and you kinda dragged me off into the bushes…”
“I don’t remember that!!”
“I’m not surprised…you chugged back an entire bottle of gin trying to prove you could beat Dylan”
“Why didn’t you stop me then?!”
“Hey your…I mean you were my girlfriend! You were horny and as if I can say no to you!”

Your cursed loudly and pushed past him. He asked you where you were going, you spun around and snarled that you had to get to class. One more suspension and your ass would be expelled, if didn’t end up that way anyways. You slammed the door shut on him. Listening to the sounds of more furniture being thrown around as you left. Your hand subconsciously cradled your belly as you fought with all your might to hold back tears.

ERICS POV:

As the door slammed shut he grabbed the next chair closest to him and threw it before sinking to the floor. What was just prior, the most joyful day of his life had quickly disintegrated into a living nightmare. He was positive he’d always wore a condom with Brandi. It was not just for safety but also to hide what he was doing from you. He lowered his head and let his emotions take control as large wet droplets fell from his cheeks into the floor.
He didn’t want to have a baby with fucking Brandi! He wanted his one with you! Only you. He had been planning in his mind how this would end up reuniting you both. Just him and you, you’d be a happy family! Just the three of you. No one would fuck that up….but they fucking did.just like everything else good that ever happened in his life. He smashed his fist into the ground as the droplets turned into loud sobs. His whole body shaking from them. He wiped angrily at his eyes before rubbing his face. Trying to get some self regulation back in order. He needed to find voDKa and fast. He quickly exited the room and sprinted for the pit. Joy filling him as he saw that Dylan was indeed there.

“V!!”
“Whoa now what’s the rush!”
“I fucked up man! Worse than before!”
“I’m taking that y/n told you then huh?”
“What? You knew?! Never mind! Yea she told me! I’m happy as fuck man!”
“Then what’s the problem REB?”
“Brandi….she is too…”
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!! First y/n then your slut on the side too! Didn’t anyone fucking teach you about safe sex man?!!”
“Not helping V!”
“Well what the fuck so you expect me to do? I haven’t knocked up anyone! I’m gonna help y/n in anyway I can but you and Brandi are on your own dude!”

Dylan rammed his shoulder into Eric’s as he slouched away.

“Dylan wait!”
“What?”
“I’m like 99.9% positive I always wrapped up with Brandi.”
“That still a .1% chance dude”
“I’m serious! I don’t…I don’t think she is! And if she is I’m pretty sure it ain’t mine dude!”

Dylan paused before turning back to Eric. His eyes cold and hard as he glared at his friend. Eric swallowed hard before sitting into the ground again. Burying his head in between his knees and shaking. As much as Dylan wanted to kick his ass he knew that Eric was terrified. It was bad enough that he’d knocked up y/n but now dealing with the potential that he’d done it to Brandi must of been agony.

“So what your saying it Brandi is lying about it being yours or being pregnant at all”
“Yes!”
“Sounds pretty extreme thing to lie about though man”
“She’s fucking crazy Dylan! You’ve seen some of the shit she’s been trying with me!”
“…..that’s very true”

Dylan crouched Down next to Eric and out his hand on his shoulder. He told him that he’d help him figure this shit out. And if Brandi was lying he knew just the way to find out.
It was no secret to Anyone that Brandi like to hang out in the gymnasium but many people didn’t know was he like to hide out and skip classes in the auditorium. Dylan only knew this due to his work in the sound booth for the school productions or for student commitments. He was constantly getting dragged out of class to fix something or get music working. Here is where he thought they could hatch a plan to catch her out.

YOUR POV:

That whole lesson you nervously drummed your fingers on your desk. So much so you got yelled at for it. Your breathed a sigh of relief as the bell rang. You headed for a quick snack in the cafeteria, as you waited in line you heard Brandis shrill voice yelling loudly.

“Attention everyone!! Just thought I’d offer my congrats to y/n! You’ll all be so happy to know that she’s pregnant!! WITH MY MANS FUCKING BABY!! SHES A FUCKING SLUT!”

You froze yet again as you watched every pair of eyes turn to you. Looks of disgust, horror, humour painted across their faces. Calls of skank, idiot, loser, home wrecker ect filtered towards to. Two could play this game you thought angrily.

“HOW ABOUT TELLING THEN THAT YOUR ALSO PREGNANT TO MY EX BOYFRIEND BRANDI!! OR HOW YOU TWO WERE BOTH DOING THE DIRTY BEHIND MY BACK! COZ IM PRETTY SURE THATS THE DEFINITION OF A FUCKING WHORE!”

You stormed back out of the cafeteria, your face ablaze as the uproar began, those same voices now turned towards Brandi. Twice as much hatred and loathing emanating from them as she weakly protested against them. Something did catch your eye as you left tho. One of the jocks. Michael hardy’s face went white as snow. He was tugging at Brandi’s arm and muttering something. Fuck them! Fuck this school! Fuck everything and everyone!

ERICS POV:

Eric and Dylan hid quietly in the sound booth. Dylan assured Eric that Brandi ALWAYS skipped her 5th hour on Tuesdays.
They both went deathly silent as they heard the creak of the auditoriums door opening. Two hushed voices arguing with each other.

“Let me go Michael!”
“Is it true?! Are you pregnant Brandi?!”
“Yes.”
“Well who’s is it? Mine or his?!”
“…um”
“Tell me!!”
“It….it’s…um”
“Brandi!”
“It’s yours ok Michael! But I don’t want you! I want to be with Eric! It’s easier this way trust me.”
“How can you say that! That my baby not his!”
“I don’t care Michael! I told you! It was only sex with us!”
“Not to me! Anyways…word is that’s exactly what you were to him…just a quick fuck. Nothing more.”

Eric and Dylan looked at each other and grimaced. So she was pregnant, but it wasn’t to Eric. Eric had to try his damnedest not to yell out in happiness. Dylan nodded his head back towards Brandi and Michael, signalling to keep listening.

“He’s just confused Michael! Y/n has him all kinds of fucked up! He knows deep down he wants me and only me!”
“Are you even listening to yourself Brandi?! Your willing to cast me aside, YOUR BABYS ACTUAL FATHER for someone who wants nothing to do with you! Your willing to destroy his happiness with y/n because your jealous!”
“I love him Michael!”
“No you fucking don’t! You just want to hurt y/n! Don’t fucking lie to me and say your not!”
“……she deserves it. Little miss fucking perfect! She acts like a fucking guy yet you all drool over her!”
“Ever stopped to realise that I’m like that with you?! Or does that not matter!”
“Michael….don’t…”

Eric shook his head, he’d heard enough. He stood quickly and slammed open the booth’s door. Making both Brandi and Michael jump. He glared at Brandi as he walked over.
Ignoring brandi’s pleas that she was lying, that it really was HIS baby he turned to Michael and extended his hand. Michael shook is gently, a look of pure confusion on his face.

“Good luck man, your gonna need it”
“Um…you too Eric. Congratulations by the way…”
“I could say the same to you too dude.”

He turned finally and glared at Brandi, he looked her up and down.

“As for you Brandi…stay the fuck away from me and y/n or you’ll live to regret the day we ever fucking met…”

He turned on his heel and left her pleading for him to stay. He felt bad for poor Michael. The dude clearly felt something for the stupid bitch and she was too consumed with her own obsession with himself and now y/n to even see it.

Byron, the Princess, and the spider

I hate spiders… I saw one crawling across my living room floor. That prompted this.

Silly fluff…and a spider

Byron was on his way to meet the Princess of Wysteria for a second time. He and Albert strolled through the hall with Nico in tow.

“I believe she has a crush on you, Your Majesty.” Albert stated as he pushed his glasses up his nose.

“You think so, Albert?” Byron asked curiosly.

Albert nodded “She seemed quite taken by you.”

Byron smiled, “Very well then,” he sat down in the parlor chair, “I’d like to talk privately with her- so please send her in when she arrives. You and Nico wait outside.”

“Your Majesty.“ Albert and Nico bowed slightly and left.

—-

Soon after the Princess arrived, the knights showed her in, and she and Byron began their discussion over some tea.

At one point Byron made a mental note to have the maids fully clean the room - it wasn’t used much and he thought they had been neglecting it. He thought he saw a cobweb in the corner and one on the chandelier above them.

The Princess was commenting on how Wysteria and Stein could ally, when Byron thought he caught a glimpse of a spider- no he was sure he saw one land on her shoulder!

”…and I for one am very impressed with Stein’s mil-“

“Princess.” Byron interrupted. He tried not to spook her- so he pointed at her shoulder, “Don’t move, you’ve got something on your shoulder.”

She looked confused, “I do?” She tried to look herself, “I’m sure I had this dress cleaned.” She frowned. “How embarrassing.”

“No - I think it’s ..” Byron stood up and edged closer to her, “… a spider.”

She suddenly became hysterical, “WHAT?!?” She dropped her tea cup and saucer on the floor, but did not take notice.

“Hold on- ” Byron started but it was too late - she began trying to move and wriggle around.

“Where is it?!?” She gasped.

“It’s .. Oh dear. I don’t see it.” Byron didn’t know what had happened to the little creature.

“Oh my god!” She shrieked, “What if it’s in my hair? Or clothes?!” She immediately began pulling bobby pins and her headband out of her hair - shaking it carelessly about - in her haste she bumped into the parlor table and knocked it over and all its contents off making a loud crash.

“Oh god- I think I feel it!” She grabbed the collar of her dress, “It’s crawling down my corset!”

“Princess-” Byron was at a loss for words as the Princess thrashed about it front of him.

“Well don’t just stand there-help me!” She said as she began undoing the front laces of her dress. “Get the back buttons- will you!

—-

Albert and Nico heard a commotion as they stood outside the parlor.

“Should we go in there?” Albert asked.

Nico shook his head, “Byron can take care of himself.”

The noise within sounded like furniture crashing and the occasional “oh my god” could be heard. The two knights looked at each other when they heard a “hurry take it off!” from the Princess

Albert seemed irritated and he kept looking at the door, "Do you think something’s wrong?”

Nico chuckled, “No.”

“I’m going in there!” Albert said. He leaned his body into the heavy wooden doors and swung them open - barging into the room.

Nico followed after him, not wanting to miss the show.

At one point the Princess was down to her chemise and a pair of drawers. She was still frantically shaking and pulling at her clothes. She was not paying attention to what she was doing and Byron noticed she was about to back over a footstool.

“Princess watch out-” He went after her, but it was too late.

She fell backwards and in her fall she grabbed his jacket - pulling him down on top of her so that he sprawled on-top of her.

At that moment Albert burst through the doors with Nico following. “Your Majesty I heard something strange and -” Albert stopped dead in his tracks.

The Princess who was underneath Byron in practically her undergarments with disheveled hair went immediately beet red, she was already flustered and both her and Byron were breathing hard.

Albert’s face went red and he choked on his words. Nico saw the mess and immediately doubled over in laughter - "Ahahaha!!!” He clutched his stomach he was laughing so hard.

Byron looked around and seemed quite amused by the situation - and he wore a pleasant smirk on his face.

“Off you go Albert and Nico.” Byron held up his hand to wave them off.

Nico slapped Albert hard on the back and turned to leave - tears of laughter ran down his cheeks.

Albert turned hastily to follow Nico, with bullets of sweat running down his temples. He quickly closed the doors behind them.

Byron turned to look at the Princess, he grinned broadly at her, “Now- I still haven’t found that spider.”

mega-rako  asked:

What if... Stand User Holly summoning Joseph and Avdol to Japan when Jotaro starts acting weird, getting exorbitant fevers out of nowhere and sporting incorporeal extra hands. Stand User Holly getting up in the morning another day to find her house ruined and her guests victimized by a blue-and-purple, scantily clad beefcake giant. Stand User Holly and co. chased outside of the house, cue the sounds of glass and furniture breaking and roars of ''ORA'' This sounded better in my head, i swear.

I love this! There’s only one thing I can add to this scenario: