#same evie too unfortunately ( sorry )

[thirt13n]

        just 'cause i look like an angel it don't mean i won't get down in the dirt         just 'cause i look like a good girl it don't mean i won't do the things that hurt

#THIRT13N -------- a fandomless, headcanon driven interpretation of SHARON CARTER aka AGENT 13 originally of marvel comics. previously under the url WHITESUITED. wrangled by evie since 2019.

#indie rp #indie marvel rp #john wick rp #spy rp #sp » here comes trouble. #i have no idea what to tag this as anymore 🤷‍♀️ #dkjfds i should probably post this too huh now that its official #new blog / new url / basically the same share you already know and love #same evie too unfortunately ( sorry )

[itsss4t4n]

Hi!! Could I get some harry hook x male!reader where reader is the eldest child of Anna and Kristoff please? Also maybe reader looks just like his mum but acts like his dad? Thanks and sorry if it's too specific fjdjdjvjs

Always - Harry Hook x male!reader

a/n: I honestly think that reader personaliy is more like anna han kristoff. somehow i really struggled wih that. i lowkey hate this but i still hope you enjoy his <3

warnings: no use of y/n, making out, small fight/angst, ew emotions, I love some good drama, i hate this tbh, not proofread

When Mal decided to open the barrier forever, it was cerainly an adjusment for everyone.

The Vks that came over to auradon were enrolled into auradon prep and all assigned an auradon student to help them settle in and answer any questions they might have.

You weren't the biggest fan of that arrangementt. Not because you didnt like or trust the vks, you were actually quite close with all of the cour four. You just werent a big people person. So having to share your dorm with someone you dont know and most likely having them at your side 24/7? Not ideal for you.

Especially when you heard who you were going to be paired with. 

But Mal had basically begged you to help. 

"Please. I know you dont like this but he is kind of difficult and i know that you could handle him. I dont know anyone else that could."

So you reluctantly agreed.

Mal was right. Harry Hook was certainly difficult. He was really stuck in ways and refused to change. He refused to follow any rules, he was mean and he hated school. And the worst thing? He was stupidly hot.

Now, you hated school just as much, and you did skip a few lessons here and there but you had respect for your teachers and your peers. And you knew that unfortunately school was important for your future. 

Usually you couldnt care less if other people got on trouble but harry was your responsibility now, so everytime he got into trouble, you were getting dragged into it. And you hated it.

So thats how you ended up in fairy godmothers office for the 7th time that week (it was thursday) sitting next to Harry, who just looked bored while you were about to beat him up.

This has been happeneing for almost 3 months at this point.

"This can not keep going on. Harry If you cannot follow the rules and integrate yourself into Auradon then we might be forced to take stronger action." 

Back in your dorm Harry threw himself onto his bed.

"Well that a tad overdramatic aye?"

You couldnt hold it in anymore. 

"HARRY! THIS IS NOT A GAME! YOU KEEP GETTING IN TROUBLE SIMPLY FOR THE SAKE OF IT AND YOU HURT OTHERS. ARE YOU AWARE OF THE FACT THAT YOU ARE BASICALLY A FEW OFFENSES AWAY FROM EXPULSION?! AND IF THAT HAPPENS YOU BASICALLY HAVE NO CHANCE ANYMORE TO DO ANYTHING! NOT ONLY THAT BUT YOU RUIN MY REPUTATION WITH YOUR BEHAVIOUR AS WELL. JUST THINK ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE THAN YOURSELF FOR ONCE IN YOUR GODDAMN LIFE!"

Without looking at him you stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind you.

The rest of your day was spend ranting to Mal and Evie about Harry.  Mal hat texted Uma during your rant, telling her to speak with Harry. He would probably listen to her. She was his best friend after all.

You dreaded going to bed that night. Just being in the same room with him.

Uma left your Room just before you arrived, so when you entered Harry was sitting on his bed, a conflicted expression on his face. 

You decided to ignore him, just grabbing a pair of sweatpants and heading to the bathroom to change for bed.

When you exited the beathroom agin harry had also changed into sweatpants. GREY sweatpants.

Fuck. Was he trying to kill you?

His head perked up at the sound of the bathroom door. 

"Hey..."

You looked over at him.

"What Hook?"

He looked a little conflicted still, which confused you. Why the sudden change in mood?

"Look... I'm nae good at this but- fuck..." He sighed exxasperated. "I wanted to apologize."

You head snapped to him again In surprise.

"What?"

"I acted like a total dickhead." He started ranting, trying to get it all outbefore he mentally talked himself out of it. " I didnt care how I might hurt ya. And I don't even have a good reason for that. I was just scared. I was scared of being vulnerable. All I have ever known was the Isle. I am used to hiding myself behind a Tough outside and I was scared to change from that."

Harry quickly wiped his eyes of the tears swimming in them, hoping you wouldnt notice. But you did.

You were shocked by his sudden and surprisingly honest outburst. For a few very long seconds you just stared at each other.

"Harry...." You took a slow step towards him. "I'm sorry. I should've realized how hard this would be. And I know it will be difficult, but i promise you that from now on you wont have to hide anymore. You're safe here." 

Now, standing right before harry, you layed your hand on his shoulder. Harrys eyes met yours, once again swimming with tears but a small smile gacing his lips.

"Thank ye."

You reached up to wipe the tear that had fallen from his eye, your hand resting on harrys cheek, his head leaning into your touch.

You noticed how close you two had gotten. Your eyes flickering from harrys eyes to his lips for a split second.

"Harry?" Your noses brushed against each other ever so slightly.

"Yea?" His voice was barely a whisper.

"I really hope I'm not reading this wrong," You voice matched his. "but can I kiss you?"

Harry was silent, and for a few excruciating second you truly thought you were wrong. Harry was into guys, you knew that much. He didnt hide that part about himself. But did he like you?

"Yes please." 

A small sigh of relief left your mouth as you leaned in, your lips moving against his. Harrys hands moved to your hips, gripping at the exposed skin, thanks to your lack of shirt. In turn your hands wrapped around his neck, your fingers gripping onto his hair.

When you parted for air, you kept your eyes closed, your foreheads leaning against each other. 

For a few seconds all you could hear was you heavy breathing and your own heartbeat, loud in your ears, before Harry leaned in and kissed you again. His hands pulling you flush against his bare chest by your hips.

Once again you pulled back, this time a little more, looking into each others eyes.

"Thank ye, darlin"

"Always."

#writing #reader insert #fanfic #descendants x reader #fluff #harry hook x reader #male reader #harry hook x male reader #harry hook #descendants x male reader

[evita-shelby]

A different sort of man

IV

Taglist:@zablife @thegreatdragonfruta @midnightswithdearkatytspb @look-at-the-soul @cillmequick

Gif by:@teenwolf-theoriginals

“Mr. Shelby, madam.” Her butler said as he bowed and left.

It was strange to see this man and know they are husband and wife in many universes.

Mrs. Eva Shelby, it rolled off her tongue quite nicely.

Here she is Lady Smallbrook, the odd but bewitching widow of Lord Smallbrook who suddenly died some six months after changing his will.

She wore black, not because she mourned the man ---she had neither loved nor hated him, he had been too dull for her to form any feelings save for boredom--- but because she simply loved the color.

Perhaps after Mr. Shelby has returned, she could remove the insipid cold fish from the equation and take what is hers.

Thomas keeps his eyes on hers and acts as if she weren’t every man’s fantasy wearing only a thin black lace and satin negligee that leaves little to the imagination.

“What, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before, Thomas.” Eva smirked with burgundy red lips.

“You would kill me even if it was you, Evie.” He said and she put on her robe with great disappointment.

She was the jealous type, he knew her well it seems.

“So, can you help me get back to my Eva?” he asked and the witch nodded.

“We can have you home by midnight, amorcito.”

“Why midnight?” he asks as he helped her ready the whatever the fuck this was.

The sitting room was quite something, reminded him at times to a witch’s vardo who mum had said was their great aunt.

“Its was midnight yesterday when I did it. We should know if it works in the morning, unfortunately.” The witch said with a bite of her lower lip.

Neither were keen on sharing a bed together, let alone faking a relationship when both were clearly married.

But if it meant they could fix this mess in record time, he’d fuck her even.

“Good to know you find me attractive in every lifetime, Tom.” She shook her head and kept looking at her spell book.

Fucking mind reader, how did the other Tommy do it?

“Grace, I wanted to tell you I won’t be coming home tonight. Won’t bore you with details, just something I need done.” He said as if she didn’t know where he was calling from. “I’m sorry, kiss Charlie for me.”

He had never been warm, always cool with the coolness of a blue blood.

But this was not coolness she welcomed because it made it easier to hide his background, this was plain indifference.

Same indifference she had for Clive, same indifference she showed every other person she had met in Small Heath because they were ,to put it simply, beneath her.

She needed to know where this Eva lived, to see it with her own eyes and let him know he has broken her heart.

Grace hears Clive laugh over her shoulder, did you think God wouldn’t punish you for your sins, Gracie dear?

He will toss you over once he bores of you, he had laughed cynically as she told him she loved Tommy.

You will regret making a fool out of me, Gracie, he had said just as her instincts got the better of her and he fell dead from the bullet in her gun.

She hadn’t meant to kill him, but either way, Clive was dead.

Suicide, her uncle had paid them to say.

Suicide, she had told Thomas even when he had gotten his hands on the real report.

Grace roots around his desk and finds the calling card with the whore’s address over the photographs of her carelessly tossed aside.

If you want me so badly, come meet me yourself.

-E.

“I doubt your wife will like it if I were to take her spot, Tommy.” Eva said as she lead him upstairs as both felt drunk and high like they did last night.

“I bet the other one will be happy to be return to her.” he said with a yawn and undressed for bed.

He leaves his underwear on, usually he sleeps naked, but the other Thomas Shelby has no prior acquaintance with the witch save for some biweekly eye fucking and looking at her undress in Ada’s room that one time.

“Only let you do that because I had seen you naked thrice before that. Maybe the other you will be more amenable to fucking me long and hard in my impossibly soft bed.” The widow said not bothering to stay on her side and making him pray his Eva doesn’t kill him because his body responds as it always has to her.

“Lucky, lucky Mrs. Shelby.” She said before falling asleep on his chest.

“My god, I have great taste.” Eva says as she wakes up with a man wearing far more clothes than she had hoped.

“I guess it didn’t work.” He said in response with a groan.

Shame, none of her previous lovers had been disappointed with her.

Oh well, this one she can fuck at least.

“This isn’t my house.” Eva says as she wakes up wearing tastefully skimpy lingerie and draped on her husband.

“Fuck.” He muttered.

Was he the real one?

“Tell me something only my Tommy would know.” She demands of the man beneath her.

“Bullets scare you, your favorite color is squid ink purple, you craved candle wax when you were pregnant.” He answered and knew that even if he was stuck in this hell, at least he had his Eva with him.

“Lady Smallbrook, there is a Mrs. Shelby demanding to see you and Mr. Shelby.” The maid, whoever the fuck she is, said.

“Laura, the maid is called Laura.” Tommy said as he waits for her to shake off the unwanted company and fuck on the impossibly soft bed.

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #thomas shelby x oc #a different sort of man fic

[dyhayc]

Every Single One Of Us

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader (Angst, Slight Fluff)

Summary: It’s the next day, and there’s a lot to discuss.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Fighting, Very Mild Gore? There’s A Sentence About Ripping A Heart Out & A Sentence About Suffocating

A/N: My dramatic side came out while writing this. Can you tell I love similes and metaphors? This fic is dialogue-centric since there’s a lot to say. This doesn’t follow canon, because the timeline of Steve's relationships is off.

Sorry it’s a little late, I had to babysit my parents’ puppy, Evie, for a few hours ^^ There’s two pictures of her at the end as consolation for reading all this angst haha

Part One | Masterlist

You cried for twenty minutes in Eddie’s arms until your eyes burned, your throat scratched, and your face was sticky with a mix of fresh and old tears. He was a saint, blessing you silence in your moment of heartbreak. Every few minutes, you’d tried to push away your feelings and calm down, yet your crying would start again. Your heart is hard to ignore when it’s been violently ripped from your chest and stapled to your sleeve.

Finally done, you pull back and swallow thickly. You feel naked before him, bearing every mistake for him to see. In a vain attempt to shield yourself from his gaze, you cross your arms, folding in on yourself.

“I’m a terrible person, Eddie.”

“No, you’re not,” he replies instantly, without thought. That’s a problem. He isn’t thinking, isn’t processing all the issues that have been building for the past six months. Hell, the past years. These things can’t be erased by some sweet words, a few empty comforts in the face of adversity. No– he can’t be blind to it anymore.

“Yes, I am. We’re all terrible people. Every single one of us.” You sigh, shaking your head. Sure, you could feign innocence, pretend that this is all Steve’s fault, but it’s not. This complicated spider’s web of a mess is the unfortunate result of the mistakes of three.

“I’ve been living a lie. I lied to myself, I lied to Steve, I lied to you.” Admitting the fact out loud is cathartic, and now you know you can never go back– not to Steve, or to the pretend happiness, or the escapism. “Tomorrow, I’m done. I don’t know what I’m going to say, I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but it has to be done.”

Eddie seems confused and concerned, not really following what you’re trying to say. You can feel the hesitance when he asks, “What do you mean?”

For someone who can usually read between the lines, he’s just skipped over the whole damn paragraph. You love him, but God, how clueless can he be? “What do you mean ‘what do I mean’? I’m breaking up with Steve. I can’t stay with him. You love me, and I love you. Why would we suffer when we can resolve this now?”

“Won’t he think we’ve been sneaking around behind his back the entire time?”

“Do you think he’ll suddenly believe we weren’t together if we wait a few weeks? Trust me, I have years of experience,” you sigh in anguish at the flood of memories, “If we push this away, it’ll come back even stronger.”

He nods in understanding, finally on the same page. “Yea…” he begins, instantly trailing off. He takes a moment before stumbling through his words, “Do you– do you want me there?”

A breakup is an incredibly intimate moment, but Eddie plays such a huge part in everything that it would be a disservice to leave him out of the conversation. Not to mention the pang that goes through your heart at the thought of facing Steve alone. “Yes,” you nod, adding a small “please.”

“Okay,” he mumbles as he gives a little smile and rubs your arm comfortingly, but you both know how awkward tomorrow will be. Sliding off the counter, you’re a little unsteady on your feet. Eddie helps you keep your balance as you wash your face off and finally leave the bathroom. Silently, he lays you down and ensures you’re okay before lying down himself.

The room is quiet. Too quiet. It’s too hot with the blanket on, but too cold with it off. The lines of moonlight morph and twist on the ceiling above your head as you lie still. Sleep is unobtainable, your senses on overdrive. It seems Eddie can’t sleep either because he reaches over and intertwines your fingers together under the covers. Focusing on the feeling of his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand, you drift into a fitful sleep.

Opening your eyes with a gasp, your brain takes a second to adjust to your surroundings. In a split second, all the memories of last night flood your mind. Groggy and confused, you wonder if any of it was real, but Eddie’s hand clasped in yours gives you all the answers you need.

Swiftly, you untangle yourself from him and rub your face with your hands. You feel terrible like you’d only slept for a few seconds. Your eyes are so dry, your cheeks are irritated from the salt of your tears, and you’re definitely dehydrated. Last night you were right. The second you move to stand up, you feel the uncomfortable soreness between your legs. Stumbling a little, you head to the bathroom and do your business while avoiding your reflection, afraid of what you’ll see. Still tired, you decide to lie down again.

Eddie is the next to wake up, groaning as he sits up. Unsteadily, he makes his way to the bathroom and comes back a few minutes later, wearing different clothes. “You want anything?” he asks, motioning to the kitchen. You shake your head no, but he still delivers a glass of water, returning to the kitchen to make something for himself.

Finally, Steve gets up after sleeping like the dead. It’s a wonder he’s still alive. You were worried he’d keeled over and died after his lack of a response to your late-night escapades. He doesn’t say anything as he stands up, eerily silent while walking to and from the bathroom. The tension is quick to build, even if Steve appears to be oblivious to it.

Sitting up again, you ignore the ache. Your physical discomfort is pennies next to the emotional turmoil you’re experiencing. Maybe the pain is your punishment, a necessary evil to repent for the things you’ve done.

Steve is in the kitchen, grabbing a cup of water. Honestly, you’re still not sure what you’re going to say. Last night you’d spent a while planning out a speech, but you feel it isn’t enough. You wish you had the strength to wait a little bit before breaking up with him, but the guilt is already pouring out of your heart like a broken faucet.

It’s overwhelming, the emotions that are building in your gut. You’d wanted to at least get through the first few sentences without crying, but you aren’t strong enough. Six months of pain and pretend are all bubbling to the surface. Tears you thought you didn’t have are falling as you whisper a broken, emotional plea, “Steve.”

He knows.

You didn’t even say anything, but he knows. He knows the paranoia screaming at him from the depths of his mind. He knows the uncomfortable feeling he gets when he sees Eddie. He knows a truth. Yes– he knows the truth.

“God, I knew it,” he spits furiously, slamming his glass onto the table behind him, “I fucking knew it!” Your tears are falling harder now, despite all you do to hold them back. In the background, Eddie’s attention is grabbed.

He abandons his task instantly, snapping back, “You don’t know shit!” And now he’s stomping over to the two of you. Steve looks like he’s getting ready to stand up and follow through on the fight that’s been building for months. The second Eddie’s in your reach, you grab his arm and pull him down, forcing him to sit.

They don’t get up, but it’s still possible to clash viciously without their fists. Steve starts their usual bullshit, hissing, “Yea? You two were sneaking around my back the entire time, huh? I knew there was something wrong with you, freak.”

“Nobody was sneaking around! You’d know that if you actually listened to your girlfriend.”

“She’s capable of lying, and obviously, she did.”

“No, she never lied. You just jump to crazy fuckin’ conclusions and think they’re right.”

“It wasn’t a crazy conclusion. We wouldn’t even be having this fight if I was crazy!”

“Stop!” you shout over them. They both falter, freezing as they had last night. To get rid of nerves, you inhale deeply and speak as calmly as possible, “You’re right. It wasn’t a crazy conclusion.”

Eddie starts, “But–”

“No,” you cut him off, “No, he’s right. In fact, you’re both right, and you’re both wrong.”

Steve scrunches up his nose, still pissed. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Yea,” Eddie agrees with Steve, for once in their lives, “What are you talking about?”

“I love Eddie. I’ve always loved Eddie. You were suspicious, and you had every right to be. We don’t act like friends because we’ve always known in our hearts that we were more, even if we’d never said anything out loud. I shouldn’t have been in a relationship when I was deeply in love with someone else. I sincerely apologize. I led you on even though I had feelings for Eddie.”

Steve doesn’t even look like he’s absorbing your words, focusing on the wrong things. So, you attempt a different way to reach him, “Last night, after everything you said, we just… had a revelation. Eddie confessed, and it dawned on me that I’d been holding back for a long time. I’ve been pretending for a long time, just like you. I just want to be happy. You deserve happiness, too, and I think you’ll only find it with the woman you love, not me.”

Steve repeats, “The woman I love?”

Your heart sinks. Does he really think you’re that oblivious? “Steve, don’t act like you don’t know. You broke up two weeks before we got together.”

“Nancy?”

“Yes, Nancy. We spent our entire relationship in love with other people!” Frustration is starting to seep through your words now. How could you all have let this get so far? “We danced around the elephant in the room, and even when it got so big we couldn’t move, we didn’t want to address it. We’d rather suffocate to death than face the truth.”

“I don’t— God, I mean,” Steve fumbles for a moment through his words, “My feelings for Nancy have nothing to do with this; I’m with you.”

You laugh humourlessly, “Steve, they have everything to do with this. Did you not hear what I just said?”

“No, I heard it,” he huffs, “I just think it’s bullshit–”

Eddie, who had been sitting quietly for a while, cuts in, “Y’know what? Shut the fuck up and imagine this: you’re Nancy’s best friend. She’s dating some selfish prick who acts like he’s got a stick up his ass all the time, but you don’t wanna say anything because she says she’s happy. How would you feel?”

You turn to Eddie and smack his shoulder. Aggravating Steve won’t do anything except take away from your points. He’s gonna get angrier, and you’re gonna have to find a way to calm him down and—

And Steve looks like he’s genuinely considering his words.

So, you try one last time with another perspective. Your voice is soft, not wanting him to think you’re being bitter, “I was yearning for something I felt like I could never have, something far out of my reach, like you are with her. She’s your dream girl. The one who you’re supposed to marry, have six kids with, and love happily ever after in your perfect white-picket-fence life.”

You fiddle with your fingers, knowing what you’re about to admit will hurt both of you, but it must be said. “Nancy shattered those dreams and broke your heart. My heart was already crushed with, what I assumed was, unrequited love. We met in a time of need. We were hurting and thought we needed each other, but we didn’t. We never have. We wanted companionship, the illusion of love. But, an escape is just a temporary solution to a far greater problem.”

Steve looks like you’ve just trampled him. He asks, with no real malice, “So, you get a happy ending, and I get a broken heart? I loved you.”

You hope your sad smile conveys your sympathy. “No, you didn’t. You loved the idea of me, of a future where you’ve moved on and are okay without Nancy. Honestly, I loved the idea too. And I used you. I used you because I didn’t want Eddie to hate me. Our ‘love’ was infatuation, but infatuation is never love. We’ll grow to hate each other if we stay.”

He’s got his hand on his face, shaking his head. Reality is hard, it hits fast, and he wasn’t prepared for the punch, so he got knocked on his ass. With a sigh, you finish your speech, “We were always supposed to be friends, Steve.” He sighs, too, finally admitting what he’s been so adamantly denying.

“I know.”

Standing up, he sniffles, “I’m gonna grab my stuff and take a walk.” You and Eddie both make sounds of affirmation. You get up, too, and help him with his things.

At the door, you send him off, knowing Eddie would probably make a smug remark. He takes a few steps before turning around, “Don't expect me back. Goodbye, and… sorry and thank you. I just—” He sighs, cutting himself short, “For everything.”

You give him a weak smile, “Sorry, and thank you, too. For everything.” You watch him go from your spot in the doorframe, not moving until he disappears down the bend of the road.

Turning around, you see Eddie standing where he had been sitting. He opens his arms, and you run into them, tumbling onto the floor together. You end up on top of him, squeezing tight, afraid he’ll disappear if you loosen your grip. You stay that way for the rest of the morning until the afternoon when you somehow shift, so Eddie’s the one on top of you.

His head is lying on your chest when he breaks the hours of silence, and you wonder if he spent all that time thinking about what he was going to say. “We’ll start over. I’ll take you to a movie– whatever you choose, and we’ll get dinner after. You can order anything you want, and I’ll pay for everything. I’ll be a gentleman, I’ll bring you gifts, and I’ll hold all the doors open for you-”

“And they say chivalry is dead,” you murmur, bringing back his little comment from yesterday. But, really, you just want to stop him from his rambling. He should know by now that you didn’t choose him because of the money he spends or the grand gestures he makes.

“Love is in the little things, Eddie,” you speak louder than before, running your hands through his hair, “You don’t have to do all that. I know you love me when you pick my favourite out of your candy bowl instead of grabbing randomly like you always do. I know you love me when you remember the things I tell you, no matter how inconsequential they may seem. I know you love me when you compromise with me instead of fighting for your way. Our love runs deeper than you paying for my food and holding open doors.”

He chuckles, “I didn’t know you thought of me like that. I guess we can just stay home all the time then, huh?” He’s teasing, you know he’s teasing, but you can’t help yourself.

Sheepishly, you mumble, “Well, of course… if you maybe wanna do all that… That’s cool too.”

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The love of my life <3 She's so great

People who asked to be tagged, sorry if I messed up! I've never tagged anyone before 💔

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#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #angst #fluff #my writing

[f1uckinghell]

please tell us more about our favourite neurodivergent triplets

I love them so much <3 warning: this contains some angst regarding the parenting of ND children

So, Evie and Flynn have ADHD, and Jakob has autism. Before they get the diagnoses, it’s a real struggle; Max and Dan are overwhelmed by suddenly having 5 children, Charles, Pierre and Michael help them out a lot of course but 1. Lando had Luna around the same time and since the birth was so tough he needs a LOT of help with her 2. Max and Dan want to give all of their kids enough attention, they don’t want the twins to feel like they’re being pushed aside and get less love now that they have younger siblings.

They do their very very best, but since they just don’t know how to handle ND children (of course! most parents have no idea!) and there’s 3 of them, it escalates a lot. They’re incredibly likeable and cute children but there’s meltdowns and food issues and sleep issues and sensory issues and it’s just A Lot. They find ways to deal with it for most things, but sometimes it’s just so overwhelming that Max just needs a good, secret cry in the pantry away from his children.

I think there’s something about Flynn’s high energy/low concentration behavior that sometimes really sets Daniel off, they get into a few fights even though Daniel loves him so dearly. Until one day Grace makes an off-hand remark that Flynn is 100% a mini Daniel; Daniel was just like this as a kid. And that’s really eye opening for Daniel, because Flynn just displays so many qualities that were trained or shamed out of Daniel when he was a kid (eventually) and so he promises to do better and embrace his son as he is.

Unfortunately, it escalates really badly one time, because Max is just overwhelmed and Daniel is too (but he always has the possibility to „hide“ at work) and it just all comes crashing down. They make an appointment with a pediatrician the next day and finally, the triplets are eventually diagnosed. It makes it a lot better for everyone to handle, they all go to occupational therapy, Flynn gets some meds, they find an ADHD omega playgroup for Evie so she has an easier time making friends, they learn better ways to deal with Jakob’s food and sensory issues and his nonverbal behavior, and they learn how to handle meltdowns properly. Also I think both Max and Dan get some therapy themselves because there’s just a lot coming up.

asdfghjk this was probably way more than you bargained for lmao sorry, I could go on for ages, I could literally write an essay

#asks #virtues verse #pup tag #vv!triplets #vv!flynn #vv!evie #vv!jakob

[thebluestbluewords]

HADES HOT DAD WHEN

implied Hades x Ben, YKINMKATOK, references to incest, 90% a crack fic. Inspired by this post.

“Is it weird if I say that your dad is kind of hot,” Ben asks, in between the very important action of kissing the sparkles off of Mal’s shoulders. “Because I feel weird about it. But also he winked at me while walking across the bridge, and I don’t think he wants to kill me after the whole releasing the barrier thing today, and if he does it was a weird way of presenting me with a death threat.” 

Mal shrugs, and leans into the touch. “I think he’s just weird. And if he wanted you dead, you’d probably already be dead. Godly powers and all.” 

“Do you have godly powers?” Ben asks thoughtfully. He’s got glitter in his hair, which really does nothing to decrease the general impression that he’s some sort of confused magical creature who’s just arrived in this world. “I don’t know if it would be scary or hot if you had magical godly powers.” 

“I don’t.” Mal says firmly. “Or if I do, they’re all tied to my father’s magical objects, and I don’t think I’m going to get my hands on those anytime soon.” 

“Oh. Alright.” 

“Yeah,” Mal agrees. “I think it is. Terrifying, of course, but it’ll be alright in the end.” 

Ben nods. “Terrifying is right. Did you know that Hades can conjure lightning when he wants to? I think he’s going to use some to kill me in my sleep soon.” 

Mal hums, and pulls Ben’s head back down to her shoulder again. “Maybe. Why d’you think that?” 

“Because your dad winked at me!” Ben says, somewhat hysterically. “And that’s what decent fathers are supposed to do when some random boy comes along and takes away their little girl, and it’s–” 

“Okay.” says Mal, turning her entire body around to face her boyfriend. “First off, I don’t exactly think it’s fair to call Hades a ‘decent father’. He did abandon me to my mother for most of my childhood, and also he’s sort of a creep. So that’s one strike against him. Second, he probably winked at you because he likes to play mind games with me, and not because he’s actually plotting to kill you in your sleep. Third, if Hades cared about who I sleep with, Evie would have been dead ages ago, and she’s not, so you can put the idea of him protecting my honor right where it belongs, which is on a barge with the rest of the trash. He doesn’t care who I date, except maybe if you can give him any sort of power through his connection to me, which you can’t, so it’s fine.” 

“Can we go back to the part where Ben thinks Hades is sort of hot now?” Evie chimes in, grinning like a cat with something she absolutely shouldn’t have hidden under the couch. “Because I think that part is extremely important here.” 

Mal groans. “Please don’t. I was already trying to block that part out.” 

“Sorry babe. I have to talk about it, one of the rules of being a royal advisor. I have to advise your boyfriend on his love life too.” 

“You could advise him to get back to kissing me,” Mal suggests sweetly, but without much hope in her voice.  “I would really enjoy that.” 

Evie grins again. “Nope!” she says, popping the word through perfectly red lips. “No-can-do, babygirl. He brought it up first, so we legally have to talk about it now.” 

Ben buries his face in Mal’s neck, and she can feel the delightful heat of his blush spreading through his face nearly as it’s happening. It’s nice to know that Evie can still provoke this sort of reaction in him, even after they’ve been together for a full year. 

The heat, unfortunately, is not the same thing as words. 

“My little kingling,” Mal teases. “Are we going to have to pull your secret dark desires out of you again?” 

Ben pushes his face into her neck harder. 

Mm. Maybe this will be a little bit fun for her after all, and not just a horrifying exploration of the Oedipus complex she definitely doesn’t want to examine too closely. 

“Do you want my dad to hold you down and have his wicked way with you?” Mal says softly, almost too softly for Evie to hear from aaaaaaall the way across the bed. “Do you want to feel that fire on your…” she hesitates. Cheeks is too obvious of a ploy to get him to laugh, so she picks the safer option instead. “Lips? Do you want him to hold you like he held me today, like you’re the only thing in the world that matters and he’d do anything to get to you?” 

Ben shifts, and oh, maybe his face isn’t the only thing pressing hard into Mal’s body anymore. 

There’s a rustle of fabric as Evie moves closer. “Mal, you’re terrorizing him,” she says lightly. “You can’t just say things like that unless you intend to help him follow through. You don’t really think that Hades would want that, do you?” 

Hades is a strange, unknowable man. 

“I don’t know,” Mal says, shifting her weight so that she can move Ben off her back and around to the front side of her shoulder. He groans at the manhandling, but in a good way. “I think Hades is a freak, and if I asked him really nicely, he might do anything for his poor innocent daughter that he’s been separated from all these years.”

#my fic #descendants fic #I've seen the horrors that lurk in the main tag and I feel 100% fine about putting this little crack fic there too #descendants #hades descendants #mal bertha #ben florian #evie grimhilde #but only very briefly because I realized it's so much funnier to me personally if she's there #this is crack please don't take it seriously

[gothalbinoangel-fanfiction]

Queen of Mean chapter one

Ben sighed as he finally managed to evade the press hounds. He didn’t think becoming king would come with so much news coverage. Yes, the king was an important figure, and he realized that the populace probably wanted to know everything they didn’t know before, but it was getting to be a little much. He barely got a moment to breathe, let alone spend time with his friends.

Speaking of, Ben spotted a head of purple nearby and grinned. While he was disappointed Mal had spelled him for the plan to get the wand, he understood where she had been coming from with it. He was currently trying to fill some big shoes himself, so he could sympathize with the pressure she got from her mom. Still, so long as she and the other kids were happy here in Auradon, that was what mattered.

Unfortunately, there was no time to stop for a chat. He needed to get to a council meeting. He didn’t want the discussion to go on too long or he might be late for class.

Mal watched Ben practically sprint toward Auradon Prep’s conference room and chuckled. He probably had just ditched some news schmucks. She was still getting used to how much they kept hounding her about helping Ben bring over more kids. If one more brought up her mom, she might set someone on fire. It wouldn’t be a very ‘good’ thing to do, but prying into things that were none of their business wasn’t ‘good’, either.

Turning back to the flowers she was looking at, Mal contemplated getting some for Evie. Princesses loved it when people gave them flowers, and Evie was as textbook princess as it got. Or, she could get some flowers and put the petals on Jay’s bed as a prank. Some habits were still a little difficult to ignore, especially playing jokes on each other.

“Hey Mal?”

Mal glanced up from her plotting to find Jane coming closer. She had restyled her hair after Mal grew it back out for her, and it fell more naturally now than it did before the coronation. Though, something must have been up because Jane was wringing her hands. Mal recognized it as the same habit Evie did whenever she was anxious. What was going on? “Hey, Jane, what’s up?”

Jane took a deep breath. She had thought over what she was going to say, but she was still working on breaking out of her shell. Even so, it needed to be said. “I wanted to thank you,” she said carefully. “For… convincing my mom to let you spell my hair again.” Mal opened her mouth but Jane cut her off. “I know I thanked you when you did it, but I… I wanted you to know I really appreciate it.”

“You know it was no problem,” Mal snorted as her shoulders relaxed. Jane must have just been nervous about approaching Mal directly. “Everybody has a right to express themselves the way they want to.”

“Yeah, but, um, I also wanted to properly apologize.” Jane’s expression was nothing but serious as she held Mal’s gaze. “I’m sorry. For becoming such a mean person the second I wasn’t Plain Jane anymore. You went out of your way to help me, and I threw it back in your face. I’m sorry.”

Mal opened her mouth but just like before, Jane cut her off with a shake of her head. “I know you only did it because you were trying to manipulate me into helping you get the wand.” Mal flinched a bit and Jane gently took her hand. “You apologized for that when you did my hair again, Mal. But I never apologized for being mean to you and that wasn’t right. You had every right to take my hair after what I said.”

Silence filled the air. Mal was surprised Jane had taken the initiative to do this. It could have just become something swept under the rug between them. Instead, Jane had gone out of her way to make things right. Mal squeezed Jane’s hand with a smile. “Thank you. And I meant it. You have the right to express who you are the way you want.”

Jane smiled and returned the squeeze before letting go. She wouldn’t have minded if Mal hadn’t forgiven her, but she needed Mal to know that she was sorry. No way would she take the villain kids for granted after everything they’d done for her. Before she could leave, though, Jane paused at something Mal said next.

“Believe it or not, me taking your hair was actually me protecting you.”

Jane turned back in confusion. “It… it was?” How could Mal taking her hair be protecting her? And… from what?

Mal blinked, almost as if she hadn’t meant to speak in the first place. “Yeah, I mean… if I didn’t do it, Evie would’ve gone after you.”

That was even more confusing. “Evie?” Jane’s eyebrows furrowed. The sweet as honey, more beautiful than the sun, new absolute darling of Auradon? That Evie? “Wha- why?” As far as Jane could remember, she hadn’t done anything to Evie.

Mal chewed over her words carefully. She needed to get this across to Jane without ruining any of Evie’s future plans. Best to be careful. “Do you remember what you said that day, Jane?”

Jane bit her lip in shame as she thought back to Family Day. She really did get a big head just because she was a little prettier. “Mal, I really am sorry for-.”

“No.” Gray eyes stared seriously into brown. “Do you remember what you said?”

“A-as if a villain… could be… a-a queen…” Jane flinched just saying the words. Sure, everyone knew now that Evie and Mal were a thing, but at the time, Ben had been into Mal as far as anyone knew. It was just insulting to everyone involved for her to have said that.

“And what did you do when you said it?”

“I…” Jane’s eyes widened in realization. “I looked right at Evie…” She hadn’t even considered- Because the words had been intended for Mal, she hadn’t even thought Evie would take offense to them, too!

Mal nodded, seeing that Jane understood. “Evie is an angel, Jane. She is one of the nicest, kindest, sweetest people you’ll ever meet, but she can hold a grudge like you’ve never seen before.” Mal, Jay, and Carlos all still had the scars to prove it. “If I hadn’t unspelled your hair, she would’ve added you to her list and punished you for that comment. You don’t deserve that.”

“But-.” Jane stared hard at the ground. She couldn’t imagine Evie doing anything bad to anyone. She was always so calm and almost ethereal. “But what kinds of things would she even do?”

Mal took a deep breath as she thought back to how upset her mother had been about losing that gem. Even though she hadn’t struck Mal directly, the memory of all those vases shattering and how long it took to pick their pieces from her hair still stuck with her. And that had been when Evie was being lenient. It would have been much worse had they not forged a bond in the Forbidden Fortress.

Looking up at the sky, Mal said, slowly, “I am the daughter of Maleficent, and I have magic. Evie is not and does not as far as anyone knows, and I guarantee you that even the most vile, despicable thing I could ever think of would still be tame compared to anything she would come up with.”

Jane shivered slightly as she listened. Something about the way Mal spoke made her skin clam up. It was almost as though Mal was speaking from experience. Jane suddenly felt sorry for whoever was on Evie’s list.

“Th-thank you,” she whispered. “And seriously, I’m sorry I turned into a total snob. I’ll… I’ll try to be better.”

Mal smiled, the air warming as the tension dissolved. “I know. You’ve got a good heart.”

Jane blushed at the compliment. She would do everything she could to keep her heart in the right place. She’d seen just how easy it was to become the villain. No way was she letting herself fall to that again.

Clearing her throat, Jane asked, “So, who is on Evie’s list then?”

Mal smirked, her eyes glinting mischievously. Jane felt a small bit of excitement and anticipation fill her chest. “If you don’t know right now, you will soon enough. Trust me.”

“I look forward to it,” Jane giggled softly. “I won’t say a word about it to anyone.”

“Good call,” Mal snorted. “Evie would have both our heads if we ruin her plans.”

The remark was lighthearted, but both of them knew that it was a very real possibility. Jane would be careful around Evie from now on. If someone could make Mal afraid, she didn’t want to get on their bad side.

~~~

Just wanted to give a small explanation of why Jane wasn't getting punished, and allude to how the new D2 will go without romance problems between Ben and Mal. More explanation for that later down the line.

#Descendants #Ben #Mal #Jane #Disney Descendants #Mal Bertha #King Benjamin #Disney's Descendants #Angel's Writing

[golden--requiem]

𝙥𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧

───༻༺───

In the bustling halls of Ryotei, students were chatting and making their way to their class as it was almost time to head over. As Evy walked to her own assigned class, her eyes were glued to the book in her hands. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to read and walk at the same time.

However, the book was just too good to put down right now. Mumbling to herself, Evy unexpectedly bumped into someone walking ahead of her.

❝ Ah... I'm so sorry! ❞

As soon as those words left her month, disapproving chatter echoed through the halls. One student snatched Evy by her arm, leaning over with a nervous glance towards the student she previously bumped and apologized to. Her hair was long, straight and black and her eyes were black in color, nearly seeming lifeless.

❝ Blair-san... you shouldn't talk to Crazy Saeki. ❞

Saeki, the girl in question, stared at both eldest Blair and the random student next to her, lips curling downward. Of course she wouldn't like this. She was looked down upon for being quiet and creepy as some would say.

❝ Crazy... Saeki? Why would you call her that? ❞

That made Saeki perk up, eyes blown wide and lips parted in disbelief. Did she just decline the nickname everyone had bestowed upon her?

Evy shook herself free from the grip of the student, focusing her attention back on the other girl.

❝ I'm sorry about this. Which class are you walking to? ❞

Saeki's brows furrowed in confusion, her gaze falling to the floor for a split second before parting her lips.

❝ Second floor... First Year. ❞

With a nod, Evy took Saeki by the hand and headed towards the stairs, knowing the bell was about to ring. A smile spread on the black haired girl's face, pure joy displayed on her face. Unfortunately for her, everyone else thought about it as creepy. Except for Evy. She didn't mind at all.

Thus, a new frienship formed as Evy made her first true friend at Ryotei Academy.

#evy blair #saeki nao #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers scenarios

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here bestie and sorry I missed our usual good luck wishes last night, work is kicking my ass this week and since there's a conference till Friday I'm working night's as well. A shame too because it wouldn't have been necessary (love when that happens) since it was soooo good!! Yes there was way more Owen and Nazi's than I'd like but at least I enjoyed watching the agent in charge barely managing not to roll her eyes whenever he spoke. Even his talk with Tommy was fun (not getting over

the "you weren't in it" line anytime soon, the delivery was perfect 😆😆😆). In fact the entire Tommy storyline us such a delight, loved watching her flounder with Trevor while her work kids giggles in the ambulance. And I cackled out loud at the dinner when Evie and Izzy introduced themselves, it had such The Shining vibes, intentional or not. On a side note who does Gina Torres's hair?? Like mostly we see a work bun but when they go all out with the styling it's a damn masterpiece, nobody should look that good with all their hair on one side of their head). 

And of course the Tarlos this episode was perfect. I'm so relieved they didn't turn Iris into an obstacle, it was looking grim for a sec. But all the Tarlos scenes were so sweet and loving, even when they were meant to be funny. I won't say too much cause I feel like we can get a song out of this  this episode. But i'm looking forward to next week (with more Paul, Marjan, and Mateo please)!!

Hi my friend! I’m glad to hear from you, but sorry things are so busy right now! I had a rough week too with me and my mom both having our vehicles out of order at the same time and a boss that was difficult about letting me work from home a few times 🙄. ANYWAY, I hope you’re free to relax soon!

I know I bitch about Owen but I do like him when they let him focus on the job and his team and his scenes with Tommy are always so good! Their whole conversation this episode had me laughing, especially her face when she tells him he’s not in the dream 🤣 And the FBI agent was all of us rolling our eyes, but that scene was also pretty funny with him doing all that work and then not turning the tracker on. Unfortunately that’s about the only good thing to come out of this arc because so far I’m just bored with it. I do not care about this biker gang at all. Zero percent interested in this storyline. Damian Darhk hangs at a white supremist bar? Color me shocked 🙄

I do agree that Tommy’s storyline is an absolute delight so far! Part of that is because I really enjoy D.B Woodside, but I’m enjoying the character, he and Gina have some great chemistry, and I’m loving Nancy’s take on the whole thing. Breanna has SUCH good delivery and she plays so well off Gina and Ronen. And Gina’s hair is always stunning and I love that they find new ways to do it, since most shows, especially procedurals with the characters in uniform a lot of the time, typically pick one, maybe two styles if they do a “work” style and “home” style, (as you can see with Grace and Nancy) and that’s it unless there is a fancy event and then you get one episode with “fancy” style. But Tommy has had a lot of different looks and I love that we get to see that!

I’m also really enjoying what they’re doing with Iris. Even with all the (easily avoidable) plotholes this “new” backstory created, I think what we are going to ultimately get out of it is going to be worth it (insert *don’t blow this for us.gif* here). I really enjoyed how Carlos made sure to remind TK before Iris arrived that she’s blunt but not malicious, and that TK really takes that to heart and when he’s spiraling about what she said, it never comes up or is played that she said something to upset TK, but that she inadvertently hit a nerve. And out of that, we get such a good Tarlos scene that really shows their growth in being vulnerable with each other and committing to talking things out. Love that for them and for us! Also, can we talk about the CONSTANT soft touches because they are killing me with the gentle, casual intimacy and domesticity. Carlos calling TK “dude”? TK affectionately telling Carlos to shut up while blushing and rolling his eyes fondly? I’m just watching all their scenes like *chinhands* 😍 I’m looking forward to getting hit with the angst and tension next week, and I can’t wait to see what song you come up with for this week. It’s been AGES since we had something to work with!

If there is one complaint it’s that, as you mentioned, there is NOT ENOUGH Marjan, Mateo, and Paul. We’ve got three big storylines going into the opening of the season, Owen, Tommy, and Carlos. Judd is mixed into Owen’s and to some extent Tommy’s storyline, Grace and Nancy (and TK a tiny bit) are involved in Tommy’s storyline right now, and Carlos’ storyline is of course involving TK and Iris and may ultimately involve a little Owen and/or Judd if TK needs someone to talk to, plus we know TK helps Gabriel out. Soooo, where does that leave our other three “main” characters? It seems like if the storyline isn’t about them personally, they aren’t involved and I haaaaate that!! I want to know more about them, yes, and I WANT them to have their own personal storylines too, but they should get to be involved in the other character’s storylines outside of just work as well! We KNOW they have 126 hangs so they are all supposed to be super close, but I feel like we just don’t see that with them being as involved in the storylines outside of the firehouse. Which is one of the reasons I’m irritated at Owen having a storyline outside the firehouse because the other two main storylines right now are outside the firehouse and especially since it’s the start of the whole season, it would be nice if his storyline involved the 126 and let us see more of the crew, OR that Owen’s storyline was pushed to later in the season and we got someone else having a storyline focus, or just the 2 storylines right now, and more emergencies. This episode only had the one, ONE emergency this episode, and a blip of Grace being on the phone. It’s like...the opposite problem OG is having right now where they have so little going on for the main characters that the emergencies are taking up too much time (while still not showing us the team doing work, just looooong ass set-ups and focus on the guest character’s for the emergency), while LS has so much going on for the characters that there isn’t time for emergencies. Which circles back to not seeing Paul, Marjan, and Mateo as much because we mostly see them on calls when the episode’s storyline isn’t directly about them. It’s irritating that this is STILL an issue for these three characters in particular this many seasons in, but I do know they have said we ARE getting some central episodes for those three at some point, so fingers crossed we get more of them sooner rather than later. And any time we want to work them more into the personal scenes for other characters that would be great! Why don’t we see TK and Paul and Carlos going out? When can we get “danger magnets” TK and Marjan trying to one-up each other during a group night out? Why couldn’t Owen’s big storyline involve Mateo? Or Paul or Marjan? They are SUCH interesting characters and I NEED more of them! And Owen is always at his best when he’s in Good Dad Mode, or Competent Captain Mode, instead of Main Character Who Can Do Everything Syndrome Mode.

ANYWAY, I’m enjoying the season so far, I actually laughed out loud MULTIPLE times last night watching this episode, and I’m ready to enjoy the wild ride! 

#my sweet nonnie friends #sleeping at last anon #911 lone star #lone star spoilers #i'm having fun! i'm excited to see what comes next! #i've got family coming in this weekend so no guarantees i'll get to a song before monday if you pick one #but i WILL do my best to do it before the episode on tuesday

[renjiokumura]

Poor, Unfortunate Me:

Chapter 3

Summary: What if Ben didn’t fall in love with Mal? Find out the answer in Poor, Unfortunate Me. A story about the lesser known and evil second daughter of Ursula and how she gets the love she has been searching for her whole life.

A/N: I'm doing this off my phone so if the formatting is funky, it's because I'm not on my laptop. Also I didn't add a collage this time, and I might not in the future, because I think y'all understand the look I was going for and have a great imagination for these things.

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 (You're Here) / 4 (Coming Soon)

As soon as you got back to your dorm and Evan saw you crying, she asked what was wrong and tried to calm you down. You told her what happened while twisting the truth to protect the others. She just held you and told you everything would be better. To make you feel more relaxed, she broke out some hidden treats and some self spa tools, saying she was going to pamper you.

15 minutes into the mini spa, you already felt 100 times better.

“Thanks Evan. This is the first time I've ever done a spa.” you say with an avocado mask on your face, laying on your bed with Evan right next to you.

With the same avocado mask on her face and 2 cucumber slices on her eyes, Evan says, “I can't believe you’ve never done this before. Not even with your sister?”

You sit up and look at your lap, taking a moment before you answer her question.

“No, she can't stand me, because I'm too soft. Family is not the same on the Isle as it is here. Just cause we're related doesn't mean you have to love or care for each other. You got to look out for yourself.” Your voice is heavy with years of loneliness. When you don't hear anything from Evan but a sniffle, you look to the side to see what's wrong.

Evan, with her adorable self, has tears running down her face full of avocado while she sticks a cucumber in her mouth. She sits up and while chewing the cucumber slice, she says, “That's so sad! I'll be your new sister!” you don't want to laugh, but the scene in front of you makes it hard.

“Why are you laughing? I mean it. I want to be your sister!” She says with the other slice of cucumber in her mouth. It makes you laugh harder, which results in her pouting like a little child.

After a minute you finally calm down enough to talk to her. “I'm sorry. I've never seen something so funny,” she gives you a look, “And sweet. I want to be your sister too. Come here.” you open up your arms for a hug and she takes it.

When you guys pull apart from the hug you both look each other up and down then bust out laughing. During the hug, you guys got avocado all over each other. It was all on both of your clothes. “I trust that you won't freak out when I do this.” Before she can question what you mean, you say a little spell, flick your wrist, and all the avocado is gone.

“OMG, you have magic!?” she excitedly said. You nodded ‘yes’, which resulted in a squeal from her. Her excitement was infectious and made you giddy too.

The rest of the night you guys played around with magic, until you guys fell asleep. But during your good time, the others were making a love potion cookies among other things.

After Lonnie left the kitchen, Mal put the cookies in the oven. In the silence of the kitchen the tension between the group was almost palpable, but Carlos soon broke it.

“Mal, what you said back there to Y/N was very uncalled for. Just because you and her sister have beef doesn't mean you can take it out on her.” Evie and Jay nodded to what Carlos said.

Mal is trying to hold her ground by staring Carlos down, but the guilt is too much. She huffs defeated and looks to her feet. “I know! I know… It’s just we have a mission to complete and if we don't,” she pauses looking up at the others equally frightened faces, then continues, “I don't want to think about if we don't.” The air is heavy with emotions.

The same thoughts all go through their minds in the silence of the room. They all started liking Auradon, but they wouldn’t say it out loud to each other. Here they could do and be whoever and whatever they wanted to be without worry of judgment or consequences. But when they thought about it they don't belong here. They had to remind themselves they were evil and belong to the Isle. Though, in reality, none of that was true.

They had been so lost in their thoughts, that when the timer broke the deafening silence, they all collectively jumped in surprise. They all shared a look before they all walked over to see how the cookies came out.

Mal takes out the cookies and places them on the prep table. “I think these are ready. So do we all know what the plan is for tomorrow?” They all nodded in unison.

After cleaning up, they make their way back to their dorm rooms. Jay and Carlos get to their room first, which leaves Evie and Mal to still get back to their room. When they finally get back, Evie stops Mal before she enters the room.

“You are going to apologize to Y/N, right? Just because we are evil doesn't mean we don't have manners.” Evie can understand where Y/N is coming from and hopefully Mal can too.

“Yeah, Yeah. Only so we can make her our ally again.” Evie knew Mal was actually doing it because Isle kids stick together, but if it helped Mal sleep at night she wasn't going to say anything.

When morning rolled around you felt like something good was going to happen, but it was going to have bad consequences. Letting that thought linger in the back of your mind, you thought about how first period would go after what went down. At least you knew that if Mal came after you again, Evan was coming after her. Yup, reassuring.

Evan was nice enough to walk you to your first period class, since you usually went with the others. When you got there, everyone looked at you, with sorry written all over their faces. Evie put her hand on Mal's shoulder, which prompted Mal to get out of her seat and walk over to you.

When she was finally standing in front of you, Evan stepped forward eyeing up Mal like she wasn't Maleficent’s daughter. “If you hurt my sister,” she points her thumb over her shoulder at you, “I’ll hurt you.” Your surprised by the protective nature of Evan, but let her do her thing.

Mal’s surprised too, but also impressed, so she tells Evan she understands. With that Evan hugs you goodbye and walks to her class. Once Mal has you alone, she says something you'd never expect from her. An apology.

“I want to say sorry about yesterday. What I said was not cool. Can you forgive me?” she asks, looking at you expectantly.

“Water under the bridge. Now let's get to learning.” She smirks at you, and you guys walk to your seats.

During break the group tells you about the love potion plan and you agree to help as much as possible. It hurts you to help destroy any and all chances of getting Ben, but you still feel obligated to help them and something is telling you to do so too. They tell you the plan is going to happen after school at Mal’s locker, so you just wait till then.

When the bell rings ending school, you shoot up out of your seat and run out of class since Mal’s locker is on the other side of school. This causes Evan to follow you, though. You guys always walk from 5th period back to your dorm, so she thought something had to be wrong

By running, you made it just in time. Ben had just taken a bite out of the cookie, when something roughly bumps into you, sending you into Ben’s arms.

Ben is looking down into your eyes and is holding you against his body to keep you from falling.

“Y/N, are you okay?” You nodded too speechless and dazed to verbally answer. The next thing Ben ask you truly knocks you out more than the mystery object that got you the first time.

“But did it hurt?” his slight pause gives you a chance to be confused, then he finishes. “When you fell from heaven?” At that cheesy pick-up line, everyone's jaw dropped, especially yours. You honestly couldn't believe your ears.

“Ben, Are you okay?” You ask ,being able to finally stand on your own legs, but Ben still has his arms wrapped around your thick waist.

“I'm fine, but not as fine as you, sweet thang.” he says with a love struck smile on his face which you promptly covered with your hands so he would stop flirting.

“Jay can you pull him off me, please?” Jay comes to your rescue and gently pries him off of you. Once Jay has him, he asks Ben, “Has your world been worked?”

The answer to Jay's question comes in the form of a song lyric. Looking you in the eyes, Ben sings, “You know you do.” (quoting one of Michael Jackson’s songs). At that you become flustered and turn around, not wanting to drag out your embarrassment.

When you turn around to see what pushed you into Ben, you see Evan.“Evan, what are you doing here?” she opened her mouth to answer, but you interrupted her. “Wait, were you the reason I fell into Ben?” When you said that, she became a little sheepish as she answered.

“Yes,” she whispered, “But I was only running in behind you to see if you were Ok because you left class so suddenly...sorry.” Hearing her explanation only made you smile. You could never be mad at her.

“There's no need to be sorry. You were concerned about me and I appreciate that you care enough to check up on me.” With that said you hugged her. During your talk with Evan, the boys left to get ready for their game.

Once you pull out of your hug, you look towards Mal and Evie and see they both have an urgent look on their faces. “Uh, you want to go to the field and save us some seats in the bleachers?” you ask Evan nervously. She nods ‘yes’ and runs off to the game.

“What was that?!” Mal asked incredulously.

“I’m so sorry guys. It was an accident. I tripped,” you said apologetically, “But you can fix this right?”

“No, there is no time. You’ll just have to become his girlfriend.” She said nonchalantly.

“Wait, what?!” your jaw was practically hitting the floor.

You guess this was the good thing that you felt coming, but unfortunately you knew it was going to end badly.

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[thefanficmonster]

I’m Right Here

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Mentions of a car accident (minor), Injuries

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Summary: There is nothing scarier than those moments when every breath you take is shallow; when your heart is racing and your body is drenched in cold sweat. When you are rushing to the aid of a hurt loved one, knowing you can never be fast enough because your mind and fear are at least a mile ahead of you. Corpse has to experience these exact moments after a frightening call that informs him of his girlfriend’s car accident.

Requested by @sugiliteshadow . Hi! Thank you so much for you request, darling. Sorry to be posting it so late and I can’t thank you enough for your patience. I hope the fic itself makes up for the wait. Please enjoy! Stay safe! Love, Vy ❤

It’s been about an hour since I got off the phone with Y/N and my concern is through the roof. She called me from the parking lot of the office building where she works at, telling me she’s be home in less than half an hour and asking if I needed her to pick up anything along the way. I have been trying to brush away the worries, comforting myself with the fact that I did request a specific type of iced tea and knowing Y/N, she’s probably looking for it in multiple stores because she couldn’t find it in the convenience store that’s along her way back home. I should’ve told her not to sweat it considering I don’t need it right away or anything.  I have tried distracting myself with editing just to hinder myself from picking up my phone and debating weather to call her or not. I may be worried but I don’t wanna put her life in danger by calling her while she’s driving.

I keep my hands on my keyboard and mouse, my phone halfway across the room just in case. Another thirty minutes pass by with no sound of the door being unlocked or even a car pulling up. My fingers are beginning to drum over the buttons on my keyboard anxiously. I have had to go back and redo so many things with the video I’m editing because my mind simply isn’t present. It’s wandering around the city, looking for that one familiar car that’s always outside our house, parked in the driveway. That’s currently being driven by my girlfriend of two years Y/N.

My phone’s ringtone snaps me out of the downwards spiral of my thoughts, simultaneously picking up the speed of my heartbeat. I basically launch myself out of my chair and towards the bed where the ringing is coming from. I feel a wave of relief rush over me when I see Y/N’s name on the lit screen.

“Hey babe, where have you been?“ I ask as soon as I answer the call. It feels like my whole body shuts down when I finally pick up on the sound of blaring sirens in the background.

“Sir, I’m sorry to inform you Miss Y/L/N has been in an accident.” The words the female voice on the phone says cut through me like a knife, sending chills of paralyzing fear all over my body, “You were the last person she contacted before the accident which is why we’ve stepped in contact with you. However, if you are not able to come collect Miss Y/L/N, please contact a family member of hers.“

The calmness of her tone is freaking me out of my skin and mind, “Is she ok?! Where is she?!“

“She’s alright, sir. She’s not completely conscious yet, though. But she will be by the time you arrive. Her injuries are not in any way life-threatening. She has a few cuts and bruises and a concussion. A medical team has already taken care of her.“

Before I know it, I’m already out the door, the location the policewoman gave me in my head as I get behind the wheel of my car which I rarely use. Thankfully, the road the accident happened on is less than fifteen minutes away. Due to the late hour there is close to no traffic on the roads so I make it to the scene in no time.  Y/N’s car is surrounded by two cop cars and two ambulances. I barely even notice the black Honda Civic that is almost equally as beat up as Y/N’s Toyota. Speaking of the Toyota, its front bumper is completely obliterated - the headlights, blinkers and windshield in pieces and shards on the pavement. 

In the first ambulance there’s a guy passed out on a gurney with an ivy rip connected to his arm. In the one next to it is Y/N, sitting hunched over with her head hanging low, her hair falling over her face. 

“Y/N?“ I rush over to her, reaching out to touch her shoulder but withdrawing my arm in case she has a bruise in that spot.

She lifts her head, a look of relief and happiness flashing across her face. She lets out a sigh, a small smile appearing on her lips as her eyes fill with tears. “Corpse...” her hand reaches out for mine which is still hanging in the air. I give her my other hand and she uses me as support to slowly stand up. She lets go of my hands and wraps her arms around me in a tight hug as a quiet sob leaves her chest. “I was so scared when I woke up. I couldn’t remember anything.”

“It’s ok, you’re ok now. I’m here, I’m right here.“ I gently smooth her hair while carefully holding her in my embrace. She has a few purple bruises along her arms and cuts on her cheek and neck which are covered in white bandages with small dark red stains. The most major thing I can see is the cut on her left temple which is also covered up. I press a tender kiss to the right one. “Are you in any pain?“ I pull away to get a better look at her.

Thankfully she shakes her head, “No, I’m ok. My elbow hurts a little but that’s it.”

I nod, moving a strand of hair behind her ear, kissing her forehead. Just as I’m about to ask her what exactly happened one one of the police officers approaches us.

“A drunk driver. He ran the red light and crashed straight into her car.“ The officer says, judging by her voice it’s the same woman that called me. “You don’t remember that, do you?“

Y/N turns to her, “I just remember hearing a loud crash and then darkness. I didn’t know what had happened until you told me when I woke up.”

The policewoman gives us a sincere smile, lightly touching Y/N’s shoulder “It’s ok, sweetheart. You are alright, that’s what matters. And you have someone here by your side.”

Y/N’s eyes meet mine when she gives me the most loving glance, the one that I often catch in her eyes - the one that always melts me. “He always is.” she says, running her fingers down my arm, interlocking hers with mine when they reach my hand.

The policewoman tells us good night and walks over to the other ambulance. We stick around to see the cars get taken away and Y/N gives her info so they can contact her when the car is repaired. I know how much she loves that car - it’s the first and only car she has ever owned. She has had it for about seven years and calls it her child basically. I never thought I’d be jealous of a car in my life - just kidding. But my point has been made - she’s never been apart from it or driven another car.

Wrapping my arm around her while she watches her car being taken away, I turn her around, leading her towards my car. “Let’s get you home. You’ll be 100% under my care and no complaints will be accepted.”

She rolls her eyes playfully, snuggling up into my side, “Don’t make a big deal about this please. And, for the love of God, don’t baby me too much, ok?”

I grin down at her, “What was that, I didn’t quite catch it?“

“Corpseeee...“ She pouts, a frown on her face, making her look so childish it’s absolutely adorable.

“Save the whining, it ain’t gonna work.“ I open the door to the passenger seat, stepping aside so she can get in the my car.

Surprisingly enough, she actually doesn’t complain the rest of the way home nor when we arrive. Nor when I instruct her to stay in bed and not move unless it’s absolutely necessary. I basically bring all the snacks from the kitchen into our room while she compiles a list of movies we will be watching because no sleep will be had tonight.  “I love you.“ Y/N says through a sigh halfway through the second movie.

“I love you too. But don’t fall asleep.“ I tickle her side, causing her to giggle and squirm in an attempt to get away from me.

“Ok, ok, but you’re gonna have to help me. If I blink, I’ll be a goner.“ She yawns, shuffling back towards me. When she flashes me that hinting wide smile, I know exactly what she’s insinuating.

I sigh, giving in with ease. “When you were here before...“

“Couldn’t look you in the eye...“ she backs me up just as I knew she would

“You’re just like an angel...“

“Your skin makes me cry...“

Needless to say, we end up duetting random songs - rap songs, heavy metal, pop songs, some of my songs, some Christmas songs, Disney songs - making it one of the best movie marathons we’ve ever had, the unfortunate events of the day far behind us and completely gone from our minds.

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[celestialevie]

Flower Boy // George Weasley x GN! Reader

Summary: AU where y/n is working at the tattoo shop, while their best friend is an owner of a flower shop. What happenes when expecting to see your best friend for lunch, you end up meeting a tall ginger man. Warnings: fluff, mention of food, tattoos, flowers, George being absolute charmer Word count: 1.7k a/n: enjoy this aboslute fluff of a fic!! and again, english is not my first language so if there are any mistakes please do not hestitate to let me know about it!! ' Evangeline ' is an oc of mine, so she might appear in some of my fics as a side charachter. Also credit to @bwbatta for the dividers!!

Being a tattoo artist was one of the things you were proudest of. It wasn't easy to become one after neglecting art for so many years during High School. But after your best friend opened her own flower shop, she helped you get your inspiration for art being constantly surrounded by flowers and stories of why people were getting flowers. You were happy with everything but not knowing that wasn't the end of your happiness. It all started when you were on your lunch break and decided to swing by your best friend's flower shop to visit her. Expecting to see a small blonde girl behind the counter, you were shocked to see a tall ginger man standing there instead. '' Hello, how can I help you today? '' When ginger looked up, he felt as if someone kicked all of the air from his lungs because before him stood a beautiful person with y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes. Smiling at them as they approached the counter, they were even more beautiful up close. '' Hi, um I'm looking for Evangeline? I didn't know she hired someone new. '' Ginger laughed, nodding his head. '' Ah yes, I'm only here temporarily. Unfortunately, you just missed her, she left to go on a lunch break with my uglier twin. '' You only laughed at that. '' Too bad, but can you please let her know that y/n looked for her? '' He nodded. '' I'll let her know. I'm George by the way. If you ever wanna ask her for me. '' George wiggled his eyebrows, making you shook your head. '' It was nice meeting you, but I have to go now. Please don't break any of her flowers she's not afraid to commit murder if you break something in her shop. '' his eyes widen, making you laugh as you were leaving but his voice stopped you. '' Hey! You come here often? '' he asks '' Considering I use to work here and my best friend owns it, yes. '' and with that, you left the shop, heading back to your workplace.

As the clock turned changed time to 8 pm, you relaxed finally going home after a stressful day. Just as you were open the door, Evangeline barged in. '' Hello, heard you've been looking for me. '' She grinned at her best friend, attacking them with a hug. '' Hello to you too,'' you said returning the hug '' I see the tall ginger you failed to mention to me kept his word. '' smirk appearing in the corner of your mouth as you recall your encounter with him from earlier today. '' It seemed to me you left a trance on Georgie boy. '' Evangeline wiggled her eyebrows, making you laugh '' You can't do that to me, I wanted to have lunch with my best friend only to find she ditched me for and I quote the ginger man '' uglier twin '', leaving me to get almost a heart attack. For a second I thought I walked into a wrong shop. '' Both of you walked out of the shop, heading towards your apartment. '' Speaking of that date, you also failed to mention you were dating someone, and here I thought we tell each other everything, tsk tsk. I'm disappointed. '' you nudged her, blush creeping on her cheeks. '' Oh my god are you blushing? He's making you blush just by thinking of him? You need to tell me about him. '' and so she did. She told you how his name is Fred and along with his twin, he has 6 siblings, making both of them the middle children. It was very interesting to know about a man who took an interest in my best friend. Deciding she'll spend the night at yours, you both got cosy into pyjamas and watched movies until you both crashed. The next morning you went together to work, letting you know she'll come to your work for the lunch break. So when your lunch break came, you didn't expect her to walk in with the same ginger man from yesterday. '' y/n/n, I brought us a bodyguard to keep us safe during our lunch break. '' grin played on her lips, making you shake your head. '' Yeah because we're so in danger that someone is gonna try and kill us while eating Taco Bell. '' George snorted, making you look at him. He looked even cuter than yesterday if that's even possible. Maybe there was something in gingers that you'd yet to discover that makes them so attractive. '' So flower boy, what do you do when you're not being a bodyguard or taking care of Evie's flower shop. '' he was grinning at the nickname. '' I own a joke shop with my brother, but we're currently redecorating inside so we had to close it for a week or two. '' An attractive businessman, that's a first one you snorted to yourself. Spending an hour with two of them, turned into a mostly back and forth conversation between George and you. Soon Evie had to leave, her lunch break coming to an end. To your surprise, George asked you if he could stay for a bit longer, which you said yes to since you had no client for another hour. He asked you about your art style, which, according to George made your eyes sparkle up with happiness, making him chuckle when you started to ramble not even noticing. '' You're rambling. '' he chuckled making you blush a little. '' Sorry, sometimes I can get carried away without even noticing. '' George smiled, taking your hand in his, making you look at him. '' Don't apologise, it's adorable. '' blushing even harder, you looked at the clock making you realise that in 15 minutes your client should be coming. '' Oh shit I didn't even realise how much time has passed already, I have to prepare for the next client. But hey if you ever want a tattoo you know where to come. '' You said and with that, you disappeared somewhere behind in the storage, kind of hiding from flower boy, because he's starting to make you feel things you haven't felt before.

Everything was happening so fast, in the next few days he kept coming either alone or in a company of Evangeline. She knew what she was doing and she was enjoying it. You even got to meet Fred, him wanting to meet the fascinating best friend of his girlfriend and the person who his brother can't seem to stop talking about. So when George asked you out, you said yes having nothing to lose. Deciding on a picnic, both of you packed some food, and he picked you up after work, leading you to a park. He prepared a blanket and put down the baskets where food and drinks were, sitting down and relaxing. '' How was your day? '' you began the conversation. '' It was good, mostly spent the entire day thinking of what to bring for our date tonight. '' a smile appeared on his face. '' How was yours? Any interesting tattoos you did? '' so you told him about this older guy who had half of his back tattooed with some weird game character, which made him laugh. Looking up at the sky, it looked amazing. '' Isn't the view beautiful? '' a grin played on your lips as you looked at the stars. George was only looking at you, and how beautiful you looked under the stars. If he wasn't already falling, he definitely would've now. '' Yeah, it couldn't be more beautiful. '' you looked at him and he was looking at you. '' Stop looking at me like that! '' He grinned at you, placing a hand on your cheek. '' Like what? '' he said softly while looking you in the eyes. '' L-like I've placed all the stars in the sky as if I'm the most unique thing on this planet. '' you were avoiding his eyes, knowing you wouldn't be able to breathe if you do. George had other plans, because he softly placed finger under your chin, making you look up at him. His eyes were filled with so much adoration, making you get lost in them. '' I've been looking at you like that ever since we first met, darling. I've grown quite fond of you from the first time our eyes met. '' a smile was spread on both of your lips '' God how much I love seeing you smile. I like you so much, love. '' placing your hands on both of his cheeks '' Can I tell you something? '' you said quietly almost a whisper. '' You can tell me anything. '' ''I like you too flower boy. '' even bigger smile was on his lips. '' Could you say it again? '' you furrowed your eyebrows. '' Were you not listening? '' he shook his head. ' No, I was, I just like the sound of your voice. '' you shook your head at his goofiness. '' Can you kiss me? '' a grin appeared on his lips '' Thought you'd never ask. '' and with that, he placed his soft lips on top of yours, lips mending with each other. It was like fireworks exploded inside you, from how much happiness you felt in this moment. Everything was perfect.

The next day you decided to visit Evangeline in the shop, expecting to see I guy you've grown s much fond of. And there he was stood with Fred and Evangeline, his beautiful smile playing on his lips. '' Hello, hope I'm not interrupting a big secret meeting. '' you joked as you approached them. George pulled you in his embrace, placing a small kiss on your temple as he sneaked an arm around your shoulder. '' Of course not love. '' you smiled at him, starting a conversation with him, not noticing how Fred and Evangeline were looking at the two of you. '' I haven't seen her smile like that in ages. '' Evie said, '' Hey flower boy, '' Fred began only to be shot by a dirty look by you. '' Hey, only I can call him that,'' you said and with that making everyone laugh including yourself. This is the happiest you've been in forever, and you could only hope it could stay like this forever.

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[geekwritersworld]

Hey, will you do an angst to fluff imagine where Henry Cavill’s dating a single mam of 16 to seventeen twins (boy, girl) and they’re having trouble warming up to Henry because it’s always been the three of them. There mam being with Henry had turned their life upside down and one day the daughter explodes at Henry because the paparazzi followed her home from work? I love your writing by the way. Thank you and have a nice day/night

Give him a chance

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: None, slight fluff ....maybe?

Summary: As stated in the request.

A/n: I am aware that this isn’t the best, I will make certainly make some slight changes to it later on, but I just wanted to have this out today.

Feedback is more than welcome. Please do let me know your thoughts. It really helps when you do post comments :)

He'd had tough times getting along with people. But he always remained kind and graceful towards them nevertheless.

But when Henry started to go out with me, I knew that my twins' would have a tough time warming up to him. It had been years, of its just being the 3 of us. For me to suddenly go out with Henry, was a big change for them.

There was a lot of adjusting that needed to be done, and neither twin was happy about it.

It had been a few months of Henry and I dating. My son seemed to have warmed up to Henry a little, but my daughter remained persistent on the fact that she wanted nothing to do with him.

Henry being the kind-hearted soul that he is, never verbally said so, but I could see it was obviously breaking his heart. And I'd tried to speak to Everlyn and get her to give Henry a chance, but she remained stubborn.

As of the last few days, Henry had been staying over, because I insisted that he does. He was hesitant because he didn't want it to get in my daughter,  way. But I told him he had to.

My son, Isaac spoke to Henry occasionally. Though he was struggling to accept that there was another Male figure in my life. 

But over time, He'd started to try and converse with him.

 Evelyn, unfortunately, wasn't so easy going. She'd convinced herself that all men were the same as her biological father. She'd also turned slightly bitter towards Isaac for warming up to henry, but I remained stern with her regardless.

 It was a different matter if she had a hard time getting along with Henry, but to throw her emotions at someone else because she couldn't handle them was unacceptable. 

And so I'd had a civil conversation with her, hearing her out and talking to her. It was only natural for me to assume that after our talk she'd maybe try and loosen up with Henry, and she did try.

The tone of anger had reduced the next day, her responses remained short but kinder.

And I thought that maybe she'd finally give him a chance. Henry and I weren't the kind of people who liked going out much, so we naturally spent a lot of time indoors, whether it was his house or mine.

Henry and I had only been seen out together twice over the last few months of our relationship. Which of course was nobody's business, but I did know what I was getting into, when Henry and I started going out. The media, knew that their beloved Henry Cavill was dating a mother of two, and they'd seen the twins once, but we did our best to keep the attention off of them.

The cold weather of London chilled the marble floors, though it was only 3 in the afternoon.

  Luckily, the bear next to me provided me with enough warmth.

 Isaac, was at his friends' house, while Evelyn had decided to go for a walk. I knew she'd be back soon since she'd been gone for almost 2 hours, so I kept an ear out, for her steps.

"This is nice" Henry mumbled into my shoulder, while we sat on the couch, limbs entangled. His warm arms wrapped around my waist, his curls tickling my face.

The only response I gave was a soft hum.

 We'd sat on there on the couch, snuggled up, the silence was a comfortable one, with the glow of the TV whilst it ran the next episode of friends.

The irritation was real when I had to get up and go to the bathroom, but I couldn't procrastinate this. Breaking away from my boyfriend, I went to the bathroom to do my thing. Turning on the lights on my way, of the hallway.

There are only so many things that I'd expect to make me rush out of the bathroom, but the sound of my daughter screaming profanities was not one of them. 

Rushing out, I heard, what I assume was the last part of her rant "This is all your fucking fault, I mean what do you want? More publicity? Thanks to YOU I can't even take fucking walks anymore. They followed me because of YOU. Like as if I have nothing better to fucking do than answer questions about you. You will never be a father figure to me, no matter what my mother says. You're all the fucking same. All of you are fucking liars!"  she ran past me into her room.

I didn't go after her, because I knew the first person I needed to question was Henry since he'd give me the unbiased part of what happened.

But walking into the living room, my heart broke. It broke at the sight of Henry slowly and cautiously sitting down on the couch, he looked like a lost puppy.

 The confusion and heartbreak were evident in his face. But when he saw me walking in, the whisper and desperation in his voice, had my eyes brimming with tears. "Y/n" it was soft, his voice. His chest heaved, his breathing heavy.

"Bear?" walking around the couch I sat down next to him immediately. "Hey"

 I put my arm around his broad shoulders. " what happened?"

"I- The fucking paparazzi followed Evelyn .and-" he took a deep breath and let it out" they kept bugging her about me and you" He bent his head and into his hands. 

"Fuck" I knew that after this, getting around to Evelyn would be tough, really tough.

"Y/N I am so fucking sorry, for all that I've put the 3 of you through. Evelyn isn't wrong, I should just fucking leave. " he ran his hands through his hair. His blue eyes turning slightly glossy.

"No" It came out sterner than intended but I had to get things under control before it got too out of hand, and I lost the only man I trust and love.

"What?"

"No, Henry. Don't even think about it. I'll talk to her, ut you, you've got to understand that you have not ruined anything. Bear, for the first fucking time, Isaac, finally looks up to a father figure, I know it doesn't look like it, but he'd told me of how he feels less like an outcast now that he's got you. Henry, the paps following Eve is not your fault. You didn't ask them to follow her, you didn't make them. It's not on you." Henry's eyes were starting to brim with tears at this point " Sweetheart, you are not getting in anyone's way. And you are NOTHING like other men. If you were, I wouldn't be going out with you." Henry let out a little chuckle at the end.

 But I now needed to go and deal with Evelyn." look, I'm gonna go talk to her, all right?" He nodded and pecked my lips when I got up.

I walked to Evelyn's room. I could hear sniffles, and as bad as I felt for her, I was quite irritated at what she'd said. But I'd still deal with it, with patience, because losing my temper, would bring nothing good.

"Evie?" I softly opened her door, using the nickname I called her only when she'd be upset."Yeah?" Though she was sniffling, I could tell that she was anxious. Anxious, of what I had to say to her outburst. 

Her legs were wrapped around her pillow, which she hugged to her chest. Her black hair poked out from the top of her sheets.

I walked and sat down next to her, she lifted her head slightly and looked at me.

"Evie" I sighed, not knowing where to begin " why would you say that to him?"

"because he's like the rest of them. He's gonna be nice and fatherly for a year, and then he'll turn and leave. He'll leave and he'll never come back. And then you'll be hurt again" 

"So it's not about the paps following you?" I tried to get a clearer idea.

"It kind of was, I mean when he leaves, his fans, they're going to tear us apart. they'll make us look like the bad guys and he'll be the good guy. And Isaac will just go back to feeling even more fan outcast.  I mean, do you know the number of girls that have come up to me now and tried to be friends with me,  because they know that you're dating him?" she hiccuped.

I understood exactly why she'd been the way she was. It all made sense.

"Evie, he's not going to do that. But You know how I know that?” I placed my hand around her after she sat up next to me.

"How?"

"Because your father never was as involved in our lives as he is. Remember when you told me your favourite book was pride and prejudice? well, Henry overheard you, and he's actually reading that book because he thought maybe he could try to converse with you over that. Your biological ass of a father would've never done that. Honey, Henry is one of the most humble kind-hearted man I know, he's been asking me all your favourite movies. Evelyn, fame doesn't matter to him. He loves being an actor not because of the fame, but because of how much he enjoys bringing those characters to life. Fame is something that just came along with it. " I could see her eyes softening, as I spoke.

"wait, he's reading pride and prejudice for me?"She chuckled.

"yep"

"I just thought he was into that" 

"You have to understand it's a change for him too, but he's trying. But this cannot work if it's only a one-way effort. Evelyn, I know Henry, I love him so much, some nights I cry because of how much I love him." I managed to get another giggle out of her. " And hey, how many times have I said that I loved a man and he was different?" 

"This is the first time" Evelyn wiped her face, and sat up straighter.

" I know it’s a big change it'll take time, no doubt, but come on, you've got to at least try, please?" I looked at her with hope-filled eyes.

"I'll try, I promise" she got up, walking to her door and then turned when I asked her where she was going."To apologize to your man" 

I raised my eyebrows at her calling him my man, but I wasn't complaining either.

I followed after her and heard her talking to Henry, but I didn't want to intrude so instead I headed into the kitchen.

*

While the hot cup of coffee in my head cooled down a little, Henry walked in, smiling.

"How'd it go?" I questioned him.

"She-um- she said she found it hilarious for no reason that I was reading pride and prejudice" 

I put the hot mug down on the counter and brought my palm up to my face. Facepalming I looked up at the man child I'd fallen for

 " Seriously, that's not what I was talking about ' I shook my head but smiled regardless.

letting out a laugh, he threw his head back " Well she apologized and said that she would try to get along with me, but if i " messed with you, she'd fight me" he made air quite gestures which made me giggle.

"and then she said that she was extremely grateful for the effort I'd put into getting along with Isaac and her" when he'd finished relating their conversation to me, he'd let out a breath. 

He put his arm around me, and hugged me tight, with his breath hitting my neck.

*

It had been a week since Evelyn and Henry managed to have a civil conversation, and today and I'd left early to get some groceries.

 I hoped that having left the two of them home with Isaac didn't turn out to be a disaster.

I'm sure I'd missed a couple of things off of my list in a hurry and worry about the 3 at home.

So I was undoubtedly surprised when I opened the door and stepped in, and the first thing I heard was, Henry, screaming at someone to stop throwing beer bottles at him. 

I couldn't put together what was happening so I quickly put the grocery bags down on the floor, in the middle of the hall, and walked into the living room where I heard him.

But instead of chaos and couch stuffing all over the place, Henry and Evelyn were sitting next to each other, in the middle of an intense battle in a videogame on the pc. 

I'd stood there, with my eyebrows raised for a few minutes.

"That was my reaction too when I heard them" 

I turned around to see my son standing behind me, and looking at his sister and Henry with his head tilted to the left and his hands on his waist.

"well, at least they're getting along" I laughed. Henry and Evelyn turned around at the sound of my voice.

"Yeah, while throwing beer bottles at each other"

"stop whining Isaac, not our fault you suck at video games" Evelyn sassed her brother, while Henry got up chuckling.

"Shut up Evelyn"

"why, would that make you any better at video games?" 

Henry helped me put the grocery in its place after I picked up the bags off of the hallway floor and placed them on the countertop, while the twins bickered and sassed each other back and forth.

" glad the house is still standing" I kissed Henry's cheek.

"Henry! I'm no expert but I'm pretty sure Eve's beating the crap out of your character!" 

"oh shit, I gotta go love," Henry said, running out of the kitchen.

#henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill x you #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill one shot #henry cavill x female reader #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill daughter #henry cavill soft #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill imagines #henry cavill request

[evita-shelby]

Love's a State of Mind

Chapter 5

Cw:mentions of a miscarriage.

Taglist: @thegreatdragonfruta

The drive home had been awkward, silent to the point the cab driver asked what sort of bad news they’d gotten.

Eva didn’t want to be pregnant, but she didn’t want to be told that her only choices are a natural miscarriage or a c and d. Robert hides his pity well enough for the strangers to be fooled by it, but not good enough for her to buy it.

“I’m sorry, Evie.” He’s been saying that since the doctor gave them the news.

She could have been truly pregnant, if there had been an embryo. Everything else had developed except for it. A blighted ovum, the doctor had called it. It could pass naturally on its own within the next two weeks, but Eva decided it was best to get it over with sooner than later.

No need to dwell on what could’ve been if she can save herself the pain and discomfort of it.

Had Robert left, he would’ve come back none the wiser, but unfortunately for her he was here, in her apartment, cleaning up the takeout he ordered from her favorite place because he thinks cooking and cleaning is too much for her right now.

It bothers her how easy it was to fall back on their routines as if nothing had changed. Next thing you know they’ll be spooning on her couch watching her comfort telenovela even if he doesn’t know a lick of Spanish.

But the idea of having him there to comfort her in her hour of need makes her weepy from just how touching it is. Makes her resolve to leave it in the past all that much harder.

“Don’t hate me for this ,but if I had been pregnant, I don’t think I would have kept it.” This she says as she slams the door on the cupboard a little too forcefully.

“You finally speak to me and you say this.” Rob remarks with every drop of anger and pain he can’t be bothered to hide with her. He could lie to everyone else, but not her.

If she had been pregnant, he would use it to give them a second chance knowing his dad and godfather would rather want him married to the mother of his child than risk the scandal. Even worse than what she did, mainly because neither would have a real choice.

But he would have done it gladly because she knows damn well he still wants that life he conjured on that first night together.

A house in the country, two or three kids because he was just so lonely as a child and having a wife who is his partner in life as well as business.

Eva would be lying if she didn’t yearn for it too.

“You would have had doubts on whether me getting knocked up was just a side effect from the dream sharing that night or done to trap you.” Eva answered trying to explain the why to her solution. “As much as I still love you, I would rather things were over for good than us be together for the wrong reasons.”

“It’s fucking difficult to move on from you when you say shit like that, Evie.” He admits with his eyes betraying the battle he wages with his love and desire with his restraint and pride.

That explained the kiss earlier. God, she could still taste him in her mouth, had felt so good she forgot how to breathe after.

He corners her in her own kitchen and she doesn’t stop him, worse she lets herself get lost in his eyes and relished the feel of him pressed against her. The smell of his cologne, the warmth of his body against hers and memories of every time they fucked in this kitchen.

“Hmm, I wanted to forget you and then you showed up the same morning I get three positive tests, Bobby.” She shouldn’t be doing this, but she wants him badly. She wants him, no, scratch that, she needs him.

This was a bad idea, as bad as seeking him out that night.

“You always played dirty.” He took her face in his hands and she pulled him to her with a tight grip on his shirt as they gave in to their lingering feelings for each other.

“So do you.”

This is a mistake, but what a mistake it was, she thinks as they end up on the table they’d bought together after they broke the previous one with this exact activity.

“We could let him go to voicemail.” He suggests with his head against hers as his phone rings somewhere on the floor, they both know who is calling them.

Peter Browning always seemed to know when they were fucking, always called when they were too busy bringing each other to the metaphorical finish line.

“Tell him, I say hi, Bobby.” Eva pulls away from him when he tries to kiss her again and suggested he could use her home office.

“How much do you want him to know?” Robert asked, taking her own feelings and right to privacy into consideration. No wonder she couldn’t move on from him, it was like trying to replace the sun with a light bulb.

“Anything you think is relevant, it won’t change his mind about me.” Eva answered with a pained smile as she headed for the bathroom and he to her office.

Eva tries her best not to listen in, but she can’t help it when she hears him defend her and learn it wasn’t the first time he defended her to his uncle after they broke up. Robert is honest, but wisely keeps out the deal they made and him being here.

“She isn’t like that, Uncle Peter, you don’t know her like I do. I’ll go home next week once I know she’s okay.” He says unaware he is being overheard, he thought he had closed the door to her home office. Robert always forgot to hear for the click when it shuts, especially when he was in a hurry.

By the time he noticed the door was open, Eva was cleaning herself up and changing into something comfortable in her room.

He leans on the doorframe and watches her pull on an old t-shirt of his she never returned. It was a strange source of comfort, just as she knows he kept several of her things for the same reason.

“You don’t have to stay with me, Robert.” Eva tried to dissuade him from staying. He thinks what happened earlier was a sign that they should rekindle their relationship, Eva is afraid it was a result of her hormones being all over the place.

Two weeks ,fuck, a week even, would give them the time to really think shit through. To avoid confusing feelings and hormones while they are dealing with her miscarriage. The procedure meant less blood, less recovery time and a quick end to this horrible event.

“I don’t have to, but I want to.” He is not one to be told what to do. Browning does his best to turn him his way, but in the end Robert is as stubborn as his father.

No wonder neither man gets along.

If he says he’s staying with her, he will stay even if she changes the locks on her doors the moment he leaves.

The only way to manipulate him was by giving the only thing his father could never give him.

Love.

He's only ever wanted the love of his father, so when Eva offered him hers, as fake as it was then, he took it.

And this is why she must break his heart all over again.

So he can make the choice to forgive or forget her without any interference from her.

“Just so you know this doesn’t mean we’re back together.” She hates being cruel to him, but she must. “Once this is over, it is over for good.”

Robert agrees, dashed hopes and all, but he agrees to her terms.

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[sp00ky-arts]

Screaming Symphony

Alright so, I wrote again lol. There are two versions of this story. One is clean and one is dirty. Both start the same but I put a cut for the smut version.

Anyway thanks to @moonlig​

for this idea.

Synopsis: Bo gets his ass beat..well kinda(then smut happens

You knew this place was strange from the start. Your friends too excited and interested to see the reality of what really was going on. That ‘Bo’ guy really gave you a bad feeling as well. You tried telling them, but as always they brushed you off. I mean, he wasn’t just a pretty face and a smooth talker. He was hiding something. Then your friends slowly started to disappear one by one. Your suspicions rising as you tried to find them, as well as now hiding from Bo. He was now wearing coveralls, ditching the dark suit he was wearing earlier on when you met him. So here you are now, running from the man that was currently chasing you. You all but screamed for help as you tried to get away from the man who was gaining on you. Soon your legs were getting too tired. You didn’t know how much longer you would keep this up. Unfortunately for you, he was faster, and had an advantage over you. With said advantage he had tackled you to the ground.

 “Let me go!” You shout in his face, struggling in his grip.

 “Now, sweetheart, you don’t want to make this harder than it has to be.” He warned. Was that a threat? You spit in his face which you’ll probably regret doing as you kick him in the leg.

 “Ah! You little bitch…come here!” Bo grabbed for you but you dodged again, kicking him in the jaw (rip jawline lol). “Nothing you need to worry about for now, sweetness, now if you don’t mind…” He pounced on you, encasing you as you squirmed in his grasp, careless tossing you over his shoulder.

 “Put me down!” You cried out as you continuously hit his back.

 “Sorry, hun, can’t do that.” You punched particularly hard in plus making him grunt.

 “The sooner I get you in the chair, the sooner I can get started with you.” He boomed. Chair

 You soon figured out what ‘the chair’ was as he takes you back to the all familiar gas station but descends down some stairs leading you to a place you haven’t seen before. It appears to be the basement. It was a bit dim, only lit but a few lights and lamps here and there. Before you knew it he thrusted you on to it before getting close to your face.

 “Alright darling, let’s see how tough you are now.” He taunted. With the little strength you had left you jerked back before headbutting Bo. He stumbled back a bit in surprise as he didn’t expect that.

 “You’re gonna wish ya hadn’t done that, darlin.” He hissed, charging at you. You took a risky shot and kicked him in the knee that him to the floor. Bo was seething when he rose back up, intense blue eyes glaring at you.

 “Alright, you asked fer it.” He strapped your wrists before layering tape over it.

 “Now, let’s see you get out of this, doll.” He breathed in your face

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 Smut Ver.

  You knew this place was strange from the start. Your friends too excited and interested to see the reality of what really was going on. That ‘Bo’ guy really gave you a bad feeling as well. You tried telling them, but as always they brushed you off. I mean, he wasn’t just a pretty face and a smooth talker. He was hiding something. Then your friends slowly started to disappear one by one. Your suspicions rising as you tried to find them, as well as now hiding from Bo. He was now wearing coveralls, ditching the dark suit he was wearing earlier on when you met him. So here you are now, running from the man that was currently chasing you. You all but screamed for help as you tried to get away from the man who was gaining on you. Soon your legs were getting too tired. You didn’t know how much longer you would keep this up. Unfortunately for you, he was faster, and had an advantage over you. With said advantage he had tackled you to the ground.

 “Let me go!” You shout in his face, struggling in his grip.

 “Now, sweetheart, you don’t want to make this harder than it has to be.” He warned. Was that a threat? You spit in his face which you’ll probably regret doing as you kick him in the leg.

 “Ah! You little bitch…come here!” Bo grabbed for you but you dodged again, kicking him in the jaw  (rip jawline lol). “Nothing you need to worry about for now, sweetness, now if you don’t mind…” He pounced on you, encasing you as you squirmed in his grasp, careless tossing you over his shoulder.

 “Put me down!” You cried out as you continuously hit his back.

 “Sorry, hun, can’t do that.” You punched particularly hard in plus making him grunt.

 “The sooner I get you in the chair, the sooner I can get started with you.” He boomed. Chair?

   You soon figured out what ‘the chair’ was as he takes you back to the all familiar gas station but descends down some stairs leading you to a place you haven’t seen before. It appears to be the basement. It was a bit dim, only lit but a few lights and lamps here and there. Before you knew it he thrusted you on to it before getting close to your face.

 “Alright darling, let’s see how tough you are now.” He taunted. With the little strength you had left you jerked back before headbutting Bo. He stumbled back a bit in surprise as he didn’t expect that.

 “You’re gonna wish ya hadn’t done that, darlin.” He hissed, charging at you. You took a risky shot and kicked him in the knee that him to the floor. Bo was seething when he rose back up, intense blue eyes glaring at you.

 “Alright, you asked fer it.” He strapped your wrists before layering tape over it.

 “Now, let’s see you get out of this, doll.” Bo breathed in your face. You shivered at the sensation that hit you. You turned your face away from him as he chuckled as guided your face towards him.

 “Look at me.” He commanded.

 “Go to hell.” You bite back, once again spitting in his face. He simply wiped it off but made no reaction and just proceeded to look at you, almost in an amused way.

 “You ain’t got the strength now, sweetheart. Just give up.” He spoke, softly caressing your face. He was right, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Your body and muscles ached all over, you were tired, and you still haven’t found your friends.

 “Please, let me go.” You weakly reason.

 “Can’t do that.” He states, a wolfish smile growing on his face. You shrink away. He kisses the top of your head and you release a small noise in response.

 “You know, I saw you lookin’ at me earlier.” He bites lip.

 “W-What?” You ask confused.

 “Don’t play dumb with me. When you were with your little group of friends, I saw you.  You almost had this ‘love struck’ look on your face you know.” He chuckles. Your eyes widen. Shit!

 “Between you and me… I like you better than your other little friends, especially the one that looks like a clown with all the make-up she was wearin’.” He mused. Evie. Your face heats up at that. You weren’t blind, you knew he was a good looking man, you just felt his aura change and your gut was saying something. You blink up at him.

 “Where are they?” You ask hoarsely.

 “No need to worry your pretty little head about that, honey. It’s just you and me now.” He licks his lips as he closes in on you. He presses a kiss to your neck, smiling when he feels you squirm.

 “You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.” He compliments. Who knows how many times he’s said that one before, you almost laugh.

 “Don’t believe me?  It’s true. You’re also very ambitious. The way your eyes light up, you seem very passionate. But there’s something else there too.” Bo concludes. Where was he going with this?

 “Huh?”

 “Your eyes tell a story. What? Am I wrong?” He continues. What freaked you out was the most was that he wasn’t far off. So you shook your head at that and he makes a small noise.

 “What’s wrong?” You debated on telling him. Why does he care? He was gonna kill me only minutes ago.

 “My parent’s, they always fight. My friends…they’re kind of assholes to be honest, and I got turned down from my job.” You explain.

 “So you’re like a butterfly who somehow got mixed in the wrong crowd?” Bo quirks an eyebrow at you.

 “I guess.” You look anywhere but him, eyes somehow focused to his wrists. As If he read your mind when you looked at them.

 “This was for misbehaving. I always got strapped down if I was ever bad.” He looks at them as the laid next to your face. You don’t know why you did it but you turned and placed kisses on them. Bo looked at you curiously as you did so. Confusion but something else was building in his eyes. Need.

 Turning back to look at him. There was something that held you two. Something drawing you to each other like a moth to a flame. Like you needed each other in a sense. What started as a fun trip took a turn, and then took a turn again. For the better? One minute you were running away from some crazy man that was trying to kill you, now he was kissing you, and you were kissing back. He kissed down your neck to where he stumbled upon a scar and kissed it. You trembled in his grasp and let out a moan at the sensation.  Your heart was beating rapidly at the attention you were receiving. Looking at him with wide eyes and biting your lip in anticipation.

 “God, you look so cute like that.” He breathed before kissing your lips again. The smacking sounds you heard were enough to send you into a state of euphoria. You wanted to grasp on his hair but your hands were restricted that. Bo kissed down your body until he got to the button of your jeans. He undid them in a flash and pulled them off along with your underwear.

 “You’re wet.” He snorted. You glare at him and he puts his hands up in defense.

 “What? It’s true, I ain’t lyin. You’ve literally soaked your underwear.” He cackled. You felt your cheeks heat up. God, this was embarrassing.

 “Do something…please” You pant.

 “Alright, miss bossy.” (What that tongue do though, I’m sorry.). Now being face to face with your wet opening (literally ew) he licked from bottom to top before taking your bundle of nerves into his mouth. You jolt at the sensation and he has to hold you’re his down from bucking.

 “Easy, easy.” He soothes. He teased you a couple of times before inserting his tongue inside you, Bo started a slow pace, softly grazing your insides. (again ew).

 “You taste heavenly, darlin.” He spoke up. Mouth shiny with your juice (I’m gagging writing this.) Eyes blown wide almost looking black. The need is overtaking.

 “Come here.” You say. Bo kisses you once again. You hum against his mouth as you taste yourself. Indeed you tasted pretty good. You felt his fingers go to your wet snatch teasing around before he thrusted one finger inside.

 “Ahhh!” You yelp. He was thick. One finger already felt like two. He started rapidly, walls clenching around him making him grunt at your tightness.

 “Another, add another.” You cry. He did as you said and added another finger. You were already full with two fingers. As he thrusted his fingers inside you his other hand found itself under your shirt and cupping a bra covered breast.

 “Wait hold on, I got it.” He pulled down the cup of your bra and encased your whole breast in his hand.

 “Shit..” You moan. Bo goes back to taking your clit into his mouth, as well as thrusting at a rapid pace and teasing your breast, all of which was driving you crazy.

 “I feel you tightenin’ around me, you close?” He hums around you, you nod as you couldn’t find your voice.

 “Then do it. Come now.” He groans. You feel yourself tightening around him, the fire in your lower belly growing stronger, almost about to burst.

 “Yes.. yess.” You cry. Bo rubs your nub as your walls clench around his fingers. His other hand teasing your nipples making your mind go fuzzy. Oh my god.

 “Bo!” You come with a shout, your body going limp. He mouth is back on you prolonging your orgasm for as long as he can. A string of curses fell from your mouth as you shook and shivered as you released

 “You did good.” He praised you, standing up and caressing your sweaty face. You took a deep breath before relaxing in the chair.

 “Think you got more in you, sweetheart?” Bo asks, and removes his coveralls. You look from his face, to the bulge that grew in his pants, then back to his face again.

 This was going to be a long night.    

Again if you want to see more trash writing let me know.

#slashers #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #slasher x reader #house of wax #bo sinclair smut #house of wax 2005

[corruptedcaps]

Penny Lame

This is a sequel to the absolute must read story from the fantastic Evie Hyde. Read it here first.

It had been a rough day for popular mean girl Paige. Her beautiful hair had been cut off without warning by Caz a girl in her class. It had been such a shock that poor Paige fainted right there in class. When she came to at home her parents explained what had happened and Paige broke down crying.

“Why would someone be so cruel to her?” She had sobbed. Her parents were worried about her. It was uncharacteristic for Paige to show such vulnerability. In fact her parents had always been somewhat scared of their cruel daughter. A daughter who held sway over her peers like a Queen bee. By the next morning she seemed like practically the opposite. She was now introverted, emotional and shy.

In fact Paige herself seemed to realize this about herself too and hated the person she once was. She quickly repressed everything that had made her such a feared bitch and purposefully started to forget everything she had once held so dear.

Fashion know how, makeup skills, sex appeal, manipulation techniques, all escaped her mind like waking from a dream. She even started going by her given name of Penny feeling it was more friendly, soft and non-threatening.

Her parents, fearing that is was only a matter of time before their mean daughter came back, seized this opportunity to send her to a different school, one that wouldn’t foster her cruel personality re-emerging. They sent her to Darkstar Finishing School for Young Women. Here she would learn proper manners and discipline. Without her bitchy attitude she would fall in line.

“Welcome to Darkstar Finishing School Penny, I hope your trip wasn’t too bad. I am the Principal here but please call me Chloe. You can leave you bag down here, you won’t be needing it until the end of the semester.” The kind Principal said when Penny arrived. As Paige she had always been standoffish with authority figures but she felt she could trust Chloe.

“But all my clothes are in there.” Penny said weakly protesting. In truth Penny only had slutty revealing clothes left and wasn’t feeling confident enough to wear them anymore.

“Here at Darkstar we provide a uniform for you to wear just like the other young women. When we all look the same, we all work the same and so we work together instead of against.” The Principal spoke as if rehearsed. It certainly was a change from Penny’s previous life where she was the top of the hierarchy.

“But what about my deodorant, lotion and shampoo?” Penny said suddenly realizing that maybe she would need somethings from her old life.

“Not to worry dear, again we provide everything so we all are equal here. Don’t worry you’ll love it here. I keep all your things safe right here in my quarters until the last class of the semester. Now you must be tired, let me show you to your room.” Chloe said leading Penny out.

Over the next few weeks Penny had to admit that she was enjoying the Darkstar life. It was kind of freeing to not have to worry about what to wear and then agonize over whether it was the right choice or not. She even made quick friends with some of the girls. They weren’t friends with her out of fear, they were friends with her because they liked her.

Even her teachers seemed nice and she felt engaged in class. She was actually learning instead of figuring out ways to blackmail her way to top grades.

However she had noticed she hadn’t seen the Principal since their first meeting. The other girls had told her that it was unusual not to see her roaming the halls each day. They told her that Chloe loved interacting with her students. Penny thought nothing more of it until during class one day she heard the unmistakable sound of high heels slowly approach.

It was highly unusual to hear that sound anywhere around campus as high heels were strictly forbidden but then again the woman that soon entered the room was a head to toe walking violation.

All the girls instantly knew it was their Principal but she had undergone a shocking transformation. She was wearing a tight black shirt that clung to her chest nearly exposing her now large breasts. Her incredibly thin waist was wrapped in an elegant black corset. Long black boots adorned her sleek legs giving the false impression she wasn’t showing as much skin as she actually was.

Her lips were set in a permanent sexy pout. Her previously short sensible brown hair was now blonde, long, thick and perfectly straight. She looked effortlessly hot and had an air of superior confidence she had previously lacked. Pairing this with the fact that the kindness seemed to have been drained from now her piercing eyes instilled fear in each of the girls sitting in the room. The 40 year old educator looked easily half her age.

Each step she took towards the front desk make loud almost deafening sounds. It helped that each girl in the room had become deathly silent, unable to believe what they were seeing.

“Hello losers. I know I have been absent for some time but that all changes today. However that is not the only change either. Starting effective immediately uniforms are now longer necessary. In fact they are banned. That is unless you can somehow make the atrocious outfit sexy. Secondly we will be introducing new classes into the curriculum. Fashion, Make-up application and Gold-digging classes will now become mandatory to make each and every one of you it into a hot a piece of ass worthy of my presence. Finally and most importantly I will be no longer addressed as Principal or Chloe. From now on I will only answer to Headmistress Claudia.” The Headmistress said with a smirk as she saw the looks on each of girls face.

“Class dismissed.” She said in a breathy tone causing all the girls to quickly pack up their things and file out unsure how to feel about the changes. Penny was the last to walk towards the door but was stopped by the Headmistress.

“Penny I would like to see you in my private quarters later tonight, we have something to discuss.” The Headmistress said in almost a whisper before smiling unnervingly at Penny and leaving her staring at her ass as she walked out. Something about all of this gave Penny such déjà vu.

She was nervous all day for what the Headmistress could have in store for her. She had seen that mischevious look before when she used to look vainly at her own reflection. It was a look that had an evil plan in mind.

Hours later sweaty palmed and heart racing she knocked on the Headmistress’ door. A sultry ‘come’ came from within and Penny opened the door.

The Headmistress was dressed in tight yoga clothes with her hair in a ponytail when she entered looking into an open suitcase. Penny’s suitcase to be exact. Despite her dressed down appearance she still looked stunning. She gestured Penny to sit.

Claudia stalked around to Penny and stood strangely close to the her. Penny could smell the perfume waft off her and felt a tinge of nostalgia. It reminded her of her own perfume she used to wear and she realized it probably was hers seeing as she had packed it in the suitcase that was wide open.

“When you first arrived here at Darkstar all those weeks ago you weren’t completely honest with me were you Penny?” Claudia finally said peering down at Penny.

“I was Headmistress, completely.” Penny said nervously unsure what this was about.

“Don’t lie to me girl! I know about your secret! After all how do you think I have become this sexy and powerful? But I want to be even hotter and bitchier and it’s running out so you are going to tell me where to get more.” Claudia said slowly reaching behind her back for something.

“I’m sorry Headmistress I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” Penny said really starting to fear the crazed look in Claudia’s face. The Headmistress grabbed her by her hair and took out a pair of scissors that she had been hiding from behind her back.

“Listen you pathetic worm I can make your life here at Darkstar a living hell or I can elevate you back to your Queen bee status so tell me how I can make more of the shampoo that I took from your bag. I want to be even hotter and meaner than I am now and you’re going to help me or I’ll cut what’s left of your hair off and grind it down into a paste that I can use instead.” Claudia said through gritted teeth.

Shampoo? Penny thought. She had forgot she even brought any but then again it wasn’t some store bought kind, it was a special homemade kind her rich Aunt had showed her how to make years ago. It always struck her as odd that her wealthy relative work resort to making her own shampoo but Penny forgave it as an excuse for her Aunt to spend time with her. At the time Penny was being bullied tremendously at school and her Aunt took pity on her. She had said it would make her feel better.

That’s when it clicked for Penny. The shampoo had transformed her into a bitch all those years ago. The more she used it the more of a bitch she had become. Caz cutting off her hair removed all her bitchiness in one fell swoop. She hadn’t used the shampoo since so she reverted back to her normal self.

Looking at the beautiful but unhinged Headmistress she knew she had to do what Caz had done to her if there were ever to be peace at Darkstar again.

“Oh the shampoo. Yes of course I can tell you how to make it but it’s rather complicated. Do you have a pen?” Penny said. Claudia eyed her suspiciously but let her go of her grasp and put the scissors on the table. The Headmistress turned around to find a pen and paper on her desk which was when Penny struck.

Grabbing hold of the scissors she quickly sliced through Claudia’s hair above the hair tie while holding the blonde locks in her other hand. Immediately Claudia turned and fire burned in her eyes.

“What have you done?! My beautiful hair! Give it back you brat!” Said the rapidly transforming Headmistress. Second by second she was reverting back to her older self.

Penny ran to the door closest to her which unfortunately happened to be the bathroom. She was trapped. She locked the door just before Claudia (quickly becoming Chloe) was about to burst through.

“You open this door at once you little slut and give me back my hair! I’m not going back to being a weak nobody again!” The Headmistress yelled pounding on the door.

Penny knew that she had to destroy the hair before the Headmistress got in but she also knew that when she eventually did get in that there would be hell to pay for her. She would certainly be punished and probably forced to give up shampoo recipe. She wasn’t strong enough to withstand the pressure that would be coming her way.

But Paige was.

Only as her old mean self would she be able to escape the predicament she was now in. She also had to admit that holding the long luxurious hair in her hands made her long for her previous bitchy self.

The longer she held the hair the more she remembered how good it felt to have such beautiful hair. The hair of a sexy alpha. The hair itself seemed to whisper to her to put it on, it wanted Penny as much as she was starting to want it too.

She wasn’t even sure anything would even happen but her hands seemed to be on autopilot as they brought the hair up to her head.

Immediately the hair strands came alive as they reached her own hair and gripped on tight to her short bob. The blonde strands recognized Penny’s hair as being once corrupted and found it easy to assimilate with her. They could feel the years of shampoo use in the roots and fed on the corruption.

She moaned as the Headmistress’ hair became one with her. Her mind was instantly flooded with the memories she had suppressed. She remembered her time stalking the halls of her high school instilling fear in all the pathetic losers like Sarah and Caz. Caz! That bitch will pay for taking away her power, for reducing her to less than a beta! She had kid herself into thinking she didn’t miss this thought but she suddenly couldn’t wait until she was back to her bitchy self.

However her body was aging up. No longer was she the young 18 year old Paige but now instead she was early 30’s with delicious evil knowledge flowing into her. Her own desires of being a bitchy bully we’re coming back but also new more recent thoughts from the Headmistress were infecting her mind. Instead of resist it she embraced it!

As a student she only had so much power but as Headmistress she would have control over the entire student body. A student body she could mould into a generation of evil bitches that she would command like an army. The whole idea was making her panties positively wet which was why she was glad when her clothes started to change from the boring uniform to a tight sequinned dress. It was just the perfect outfit for the now evil older woman.

As the perfect makeup settled on her face giving her a permanent stone cold look and her hair fused on the atomic level with the Headmistress’ her mind became clear of what she would do now that she was not only back but she was even badder than before.

She took one look at her resurrected form in the mirror and let a soft moan escape her lips. She couldn’t believe what a loser she had let herself become in the past few weeks when she could of been this big breasted bitch instead. Penny was gone once again and Paige reigned supreme. She had so much lost time to make up.

Swinging open the bathroom door she was confronted with the pathetic image of a crying Chloe now back to her old self.

“Do pick yourself up off the floor Chloe it’s unbecoming of a Deputy Headmistress.” Snarled Paige as she walked out of the bathroom over to her open suitcase.

“Deputy? B-but I’m...” Chloe started but was silenced by one look from Paige.

“Yes of course Headmistress Pen- I mean Headmistress Paige. I’m sorry, I’ll go clean myself up.” Chloe said picking herself up off the floor and heading for the door.

“Not so fast.” Paige said causing Chloe to stop in her tracks. The new Headmistress sauntered over to the Deputy loving how frightened and subservient she was. It had been so long since Paige had felt such bitchy power over a weakling that she wanted to ring out every drop but unfortunately she had a plan that needed to be put in motion.

“Here this will be enough for you to become a fraction of the hot slut you were in my absence. Do a good job and I may even bring you some more when I return.” Paige said handing the remnants of the shampoo bottle to a grateful Chloe. It made Paige disgusted seeing how desperate she was.

“Oh thank you so much Headmistress but where are you going?” Chole said while never taking her eyes off the shampoo.

“There is a personal matter I have to attend to my old school. Let’s call it a discipline problem that only I can fix.” Paige said with a smirk on her lips and revenge in her eyes. No one cuts off Paige and gets away with it.

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