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[opal-owl-flight]

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[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Baby Love - Part 10

A/N - Finally an update!! 💕

chrisevans I'm so excited to announce that Y/N and I are expecting!! We are both over the moon.... i cannot even put into words how happy i am right now.

Mama and baby are both doing great and Dodger is thrilled that he's about to become a big brother.

#BabygirlEvansComingSoon

It was a few weeks after the premiere, middle of May, my 5th month in my pregnancy that Chris finally put out the announcement and surprisingly it went well....better than i could ever have imagined. The messages from Chris's fans were amazing! Of course there was still some haters but nothing that was too awful or couldn't be ignored. It was nice that it was out now and i didn't have to worry about someone finding out and leaking it to the press.

Chris was scheduled to start filming 'Defending Jacob' a series for Apple TV mid June through to July. The good thing being it was filming in Massachusetts, 20 minutes from home so he wouldn't have to stay away.

Chris was finally upstairs getting ready so he could head to set, he had been whining this morning about wanting to stay home with his girls.

I was currently laying on the sofa in a sports bra and shorts, with my now 6 month belly showing while i watched some crappy daytime show.... i had removed Chris's t-shirt when i started getting hot flushes.

"Okay im ready to.....go. Jesus christ why are you half naked right now?" I looked round to see Chris looking me up and down like i was the tastiest thing he'd ever seen. I rolled my eyes looking back at the TV "hot flushes, i sweat through my shirt...i feel like I'm burning alive"

"Such a drama queen" he chuckled

"Excuse you?..... you wanna try going through this??" I snapped, i knew as soon as it was out of my mouth it was uncalled for and instantly felt bad "I'm sorry i didn't mean to snap.... is the damn AC even working?" i said almost feeling like i was gonna cry. Chris came walking over crouching in front of me with a cold cloth and draped it across my forehead.

"That should help a little and i got you some ice..." he passed me a cup of ice chips and i cried.

"Hey! Whats wrong?"

"You're just the best boyfriend ever"

"Awww" he chuckled pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Don't.... I'm all sweaty and gross"

"I like you all sweaty" he wriggled his eyebrows making me laugh "and you're not gross..... you're beautiful. I nearly had a heart attack seeing you laying here looking like this.... now i really don't wanna leave"

"You have to, stop making excuses"

"I dont want to leave you alone like this..."

"I wont be, Scott's coming over we're gonna go for lunch later"

"Oh.... "

"You're okay with that right?"

"Yeah of course" he smiled before leaning in to give me a kiss.

"Hey! its just me!" Scott yelled from the front door on cue.

"In here!" I yelled reaching my hands out to Chris to help me up into a sitting position.

"Yikes! what is going on with you you're a mess" Scott said looking concerned.

"Thanks! Thats just what i needed to hear Scotty" i scooped out an ice chip and popped it in my mouth.

"Hot flushes" Chris told Scott and he pulled a face.

"I'll be okay in a minute, it'll pass. Though im pretty tempted to go jump in the damn pool right about now"

"Stay outta the pool sweetheart, maybe a lukewarm bath or shower would help?"

"I'll be fine Chris, you need to go or you're gonna be late"

"I don't wanna leave you alone...."

"Err hello? Im here, she's not alone" Scott said coming to sit next to me on the sofa.

"Can you put your shirt back on.....i don't feel comfortable...." Chris started to say while looking me over again.

"Stop! I am not putting that thing back on when i feel like I'm in the pits of hell Evans!" I said pointing at the soaking wet t-shirt on the table " besides Scott's seen me in my bathing suit plenty of times.... I'm wearing more now than i was then! also incase you forgot.... I'm not his type"

"I feel insulted!" Scott gasped before smiling at his brother.

"Just go to work! I will call you if i need anything, we'll be fine".

Chris sighed but nodded, he leant in and gave me a kiss and finally left for set.

"Geez he always like that?"

"No, he's got a little more protective as the pregnancy has gone on but that was new"

"He's probably just worried about you. This is the first time he's had to really leave you since you've been pregnant"

"He'll be back tonight! He needs to chill out. I know i sound like a bitch and i really don't mean to but i literally feel like Satan himself is roasting my body!"

"You want some more ice chips?"

"Yes please".

After another 30/40 minutes i finally felt myself cooling down.

"Oh thank god! I think it passed"

"For now"

"Thanks!" I laughed "I've had a few hot flushes here and there but nothing like that... that was brutal!"

"Well I'm glad it passed, why don't you go take a shower and we'll go get some lunch, it will do you good to get some fresh air, we can even take Dodger"

"Sounds good to me".

Scott and i grabbed lunch at a small family run cafe that was kinda tucked away, not a lot of people actually knew about it which was the reason we chose this place when we'd have lunch....it also had a small outside seating area where we could sit with Dodger.

Once we were done with lunch we took Dodger for a walk in the park where he found a new friend, they ran around together for a good half an hour.

"Wow he's gonna be beat" Scott laughed as we sat on a bench watching the two dogs running around.

"Good! He has too much energy!"

I chuckled "i'll be wanting to sleep and he brings me his toys wanting to play its exhausting" i said exaggerating, truth was i loved that Dodger always wanted my attention.

"Well he's gonna have to learn to share you when my niece arrives"

"Do you think he'll be okay with the baby?"

"Im sure he will, Dodge is a good boy"

"The best, i just worry. I worry about everything lately though" i laugh rubbing my hand over my belly "you ready to head back?"

"Sure"

I whistle and call for Dodger and he comes running straight over allowing me to attach he's leash.

"Lets go home bubba" i scratched behind his ear before handing the leash to Scott.

We got back to the house and let Dodger out of the car, he ran straight towards the front door and started growling and scratching at the door.

"Hey stop!" Scott said quickly and Dodger turned to look at him before starting again this time barking loudly.

"Whats his problem?"

"I don't know....."

"Maybe Chris is home?"

"His car isn't here....." i opened the door and Dodger ran inside sniffing everywhere.

"Hey Chris you home?" Scott called out but i already knew he wasn't, this didn't feel right.....

"Scott, somethings wrong....."

"What do you mean?" He asked turning to me looking concerned.

"I don't know its just a feeling i have"

Dodger suddenly ran past us and up the stairs, we followed him up to find him sitting outside mine and Chris's bedroom scratching at the door.

"Chris....." Scott called again thinking Dodger just wanted to get to him but no answer, the house was silent.

Scott stepped forward and opened the door and we both gasped at the what we saw. The whole room was trashed.

"Scott..... what if someones still in the house?" I turned to him with wide eyes as panic set it.

"Stay in here with Dodger, I'm gonna check the house..."

"No! Just call the cops, stay in here with us!"

"I'll be fine! They're probably long gone, Dodger would be going crazy if they were still here...but i just wanna make sure".

"Please be careful! I'll call the cops"

"Okay lock the door behind me".

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[sun-kissed-star]

would you ever write some soft, cuddly jojo/elmer? there's not enough content for them out there.

yes absolutely!! i’m on vacation rn and apparently warm weather really gets the inspiration flowing

“Elmer, c’mon, wake up.”

“No.” At least, Jojo was pretty sure that’s what Elmer said. It came out as more of a groan as he rolled over in bed and buried his face in the pillows. 

“We have to go,” Jojo said, even though the grogginess in his voice gave him away as being just barely more awake than Elmer. “We’re meeting Romeo and Specs in -”“It’s fine,” Elmer said, dragging out the end of “fine” in a long whine. “They can wait. I can be awake when I’m dead.”

“That’s… not how that phrase works.”

“It is now.” Elmer turned off his pillow just enough to see Jojo’s hopeful smile staring down at him, and he swatted at him with a hand. “Get outta here with that smile, sunshine boy. My brain is still snoring.”

Jojo sighed, raking a hand through his short hair as sent a fleeting glance at the clock on their nightstand. They were supposed to meet up with their friends in twenty minutes, which gave them barely enough time to coax Elmer out of bed, make coffee, get dressed, and drive to the café. If they were late, Romeo and Specs would be worried, but if he showed up without Elmer, they would be really worried because Jojo always waited for him and -

Elmer’s hand swatted at him again.

“Hey,” he said, his tone a little bit softer. “I can hear you worrying from here. Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.” He stopped himself short, then said: “As long as I get ten more minutes of sleep.” 

Jojo groaned. “Ellie -”

“Don’t wanna hear it!”

Jojo bit on his lip, considering his options. Then, with only a moment’s hesitation, he grabbed Elmer’s shoulder to flip him over. Grabbing Elmer’s face in his hands, he leaned in close enough to brush their noses together. Elmer’s eyes fluttered closed, and then…

“YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE!” Jojo yelled, “MY ONLY SUNSHINE!”

“Ah!” Elmer jumped away, startled, and gave Jojo a bewildered stare. “What are you doing?”

“YOU MAKE ME HAPPY WHEN SKIES ARE GRAY -”

“Okay, I get it!” Elmer said, starting to laugh. The familiar grin that was always lighting up Jojo’s world was back on his face. “I’m up now, jeez -”

“YOU’LL NEVER KNOW, DEAR -”

Elmer clamped a hand over his mouth. Jojo smiled through his fingers, then carefully pried the hand off and closed his own over it. He leaned in close again, but instead of screaming the lyrics to a cheesy kid’s song, he captured Elmer’s lips in a quick kiss. He leaned their foreheads together and breathed out the next phrase in the song.

“How much I love you.”

Elmer’s eyes were shining. “I love you too.”

Jojo hummed, letting their foreheads rest against each other for another minute before pulling away. “You getting up now, Ellie?”

Elmer half-smiled, half-groaned, but his eyes were still bright like his entire world was sitting in front of him. To him, it was. “Only if you’re making coffee.”

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[riseandshinelittleblossom]

Cordonian Nights

So on my old blog I posted a teaser for this, since then I have totally reworked the story and I’m happier with this direction so I hope you guys enjoy it as well!

Non-Royal TRR AU

Summary: Leo Rhys and his brother Liam always dreamed of owning their own bar, but when a high end nightclub opens up close by their dreams begin to unravel. (guys I seriously suck at summaries!)

Disclaimer: I dont own these guys,PB does, I just made up their girls :)

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Tags: @fullbeaumonty @leelee10898 @cocomaxley @hopefulmoonobject @katurrade @blackwidow2721 @itsstillnotwhatyouthink @ao719 @bobasheebaby @speedyoperarascalparty @brightpinkpeppercorn @choiceslife

        Ember wiped a rag across the bar before hopping up onto it. She'd been working at The Seven Deadly Sins for two years now, and she'd come to think of it as home, her coworkers like family.

       Of course they'd always been like family though, most of the staff having grown up together in Applewood before making the move to Ramsford together so that Leo and Liam could open the bar.

      "So how'd we do with tips?" She asked Allison who was still counting the contents of the jar.

       "Looks like not very good. Enigma opening up down the street has really put a dent in our cash flow." the woman frowned smoothing a stack of bills.

      "And our profit margins. Lemme get a glass of red wine guys." Blair, the bar's book keeper said coming in from the back room.

       Ember gingerly pour a glass and handed it to her and Blair swirled it a moment before she took a sip.

      "This tastes like shit." she frowned. "What is this?"

      "It’s called Vendange. Its cheap. Liam ordered this instead of our usual to cut costs. I tried to tell him it was a mistake, and now we have a whole case of that crap." Allison scoffed gesturing at Blair's glass.

      "The wine is fine, I just won't order it again." Liam said entering the room, shaking his head.

      "Liam I understand the need to cut costs, but we can't sell this shit. We can't skimp on quality." Blair told him and he rolled his eyes in response.

       “Alright, Blair. Noted. Now the guys are just about done cleaning up the back. Leo was thinking that it may be time to head over to the Enigma and see what all the fuss is about. Or as Maxwell put it 'market research.' Sky said she's game. Drake's gonna call Whitney. What about you three?"        "Sure, I'll need to swing by the apartment and change, but yeah." Ember agreed quirking  an eyebrow at Allison whom nodded. Blair peered into her wine glass before sliding it across the bar.       "Absolutely. I'm sure they have real wine there."

   The friends met up inside Enigma, Whitney and Drake had arrived first and saved a table. They made plans to split up and check out everything that the new nightclub had to offer and regroup later.

    The music thrummed throughout the building, bouncing off of the neon back-lit floor tiles. A laser light show flashed on. The combination of bass and lights made Ember a little dizzy, but the DJ was good and she could tell why the new club had become immediately popular.     She sat in their booth sipping her rum and coke through a straw. Beside her Blair and her boyfriend Ollie were cuddled up having a conversation in each other's ears when suddenly he smacked Ember's arm with the back of his hand, gesturing to the dance floor.     "You think they'll ever stop denying that they were made for each other?" he shouted over the music, his thick English accent dripping from every syllable. Ember's eyes traveled in the direction Ollie had pointed to find Sky grinding all over Liam on the dance floor.     She couldn't help but chuckle. Liam and Sky had been "friends with benefits" for two years now, but everyone could tell they both wanted more out of the arrangement.     "Probably not..." Ember answered her face falling as something else caught her eye.     "What? Em what is it?" he asked noticing how abruptly her laughter had ended.      Blair tried to find what their friend was looking at. Finally she saw it: Maxwell, just on the other side of the dance floor, arms waving wildly as he spoke. He was with two girls, both appeared barely old enough to even gain entrance to this establishment, one blonde the other a curly brunette. Both scantily clad, both giggling all over each other as Maxwell continued to impress them.     "Honey, I'm sorry." Blair offered placing a comforting hand on Ember's arm.      "Its whatever. I broke up with him right?" she said shaking her head, turning from the scene.  "Where are Allison and Leo?"     "They were at the bar a few moments ago with Whitney and Drake."Ollie said jerking his head in that direction.      "Oh..." Ember stabbed at her ice cubes with her straw awkwardly.       "I'm uh...I'm gonna...I have to take a leak." Ollie fumbled for words sensing the ladies needed a moment alone. Blair mouthed the words 'thank you.' before kissing her boyfriend on the cheek.       "Honey, are you ever gonna tell anyone what happened?  I don't wanna pry, but its been   6 months. You can't keep on pretending that you and Maxwell didn't happen. I know it must be hard to still see him all the time."     "What's there to tell, B? We broke up. Sometimes things just.."     "Don't work out. I know. That's what you keep saying, but honey I know there's more to it than that. One day you guys were shopping for engagement rings and literally two days later you were kicking him outta the house."      Ember's eyes darted around desperate to change the subject. She noticed that the blonde girl and Maxwell were missing now, the curly haired brunette alone at the table surveying the dance floor for another prospect. Her stomach turned.     "I'm gonna be sick, B. I've gotta go."

   She made her way towards the ladies room, pushing inside she noticed the largest stall at the end was the only door not latched though it was pushed too.     "Hello?" she asked pushing open the door. "Maxwell?! What're you doing in the ladies room?"     Maxwell stood over the blonde girl from earlier. She was slumped over the toilet groaning.     "Ember thank God! What the fuck am I supposed to do? One minute we were making out the next..."      The blonde girl heaved, the sound of vomit hitting water echoed through the room and Maxwell shuddered. "I...Emmy you know I can't do this. Help!"

       Ember looked at Maxwell, his impossibly blue eyes pleading with her, and she drew in a deep breath. Exhaling loudly she said, “ What's her name?”

    “What? Julie I think. Why does that matter?”

    “You don't even know her name?! Christ Max!” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Okay, you need to get outta here before someone catches you. I've got her for now, but go find her friend.”

    “Right. Thanks Emmy! I knew you'd know what to do.”

     She knelt beside the girl, watching to ensure her head didn't fall in the toilet. Her eyes fluttered open.

      “Who the fuck are you?” She slurred.

     “Not  important, I'm just hanging out until your friend gets back.”  Ember peered around the stall door.

     Once again she'd fallen for those stupid blue eyes and Maxwell had talked her into something ridiculous. She was so angry at herself, she barely noticed when Julie- or whoever she was- hurled yet again.

           Maxwell finally returned with brunette friend ushering her into the quickly cramping stall.

     “Thanks Emmy.” He said pulling Ember into a tight hug. Her body stiffened up, but he didn't seem to notice as he squeezed her tighter.

     Just then the bouncer pushed open the door. “I knew I saw a dude come in here.” He grabbed Maxwell by the back of his collar jerking him away from Ember. The broad man surveyed the scene, which to any outsider almost assuredly appeared as if Max had done something very wrong.

       “What the hell is going on in here? You're outta here, Bub!” The man bellowed yanking Maxwell out, his drunken protests being ignored.

     Again Ember pinched the bridge of her nose.

      ‘Time to round Everyone up.’ she thought.

     The stall door closest to the exit clicked open and out stumbled Allison. “Em, is the coast clear?”

    Her disheveled appearance told Ember all she needed to know about what Allie had been up to.

     “Yes, Leo can come out. But we need to get everyone else and get the fuck outta here.”

[cheatcodcs]

a little hypocritical dont u think? ur bitching about ppl using/playing against problematic actors (like kj) as fc while ur using one like jack

okay canada, there’s a difference between bitching and simply saying that if they wanna come at me for using jack then they need to check the rest of these popular face claims as well. someone asked what kj did, i showed them. how is that bitching exactly? i honestly could care less who anyone chooses to use. was just simply stating the facts. i will continue to use jack and if someone doesn’t like that then i suggest they get off of my blog. it is MY blog after all and there are hundreds of other indie roleplayers out there for you to complain about hehe. you don’t like jack? that’s fine and dandy but don’t sit here and try to shame someone else for liking him and being forgiving and open minded?? fuck outta here with that ‘holier than thou’ attitude.

[lorilane33]

Let Me Help Pt. 4

Summary: Dean is now drunk and at the front door of Y/n, and he’s peeved. Hurt feelings, drunken shenanigans. Yeah. Lots of talking though. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: 1,170

Warnings: Pissy Dean. A couple of curse words. I don’t even know for this part. Not many.

A/N: Here’s part four because I’m feeling awesome and excited about this story! :D Enjoy my lovelies :) 

FEEDBACK IS ENJOYED AND APPRECIATED!! 

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Reader’s POV

You’re putting your frozen pizza away when you hear someone knocking at your door. ‘Who on earth could be knocking at my door this late? I hope something bad hasn’t happened..’ you wonder to yourself as you quickly close the freezer door and hurry to the front door. As you open the door you start, “Mrs. Sandoval, I don’t know why y-” your body freezes as you make eye contact with a pair of mossy green eyes. “Dean?” you whisper as your hand flies to your mouth to silence a cry.

Dean Winchester is standing before you in the flesh. Tears prick the corner of your eyes and you continue. “Dean, is that really you?”

“Yeah, it’s really me. Listen, Y/n. We need to talk. Now.” Before you can begin to shut your door Dean is shouldering his way into your living room.

“Dean, you shouldn’t be here. You’re drunk.” You lean against the back of your front door, watching him  

Turning around to look at you, Dean replies. “No. I’m not leaving until we talk, Y/n. You at least owe it to me to talk.”

“You are going to regret this in the morning, Dean. You’re drunk and not thinking straight,” he continues to look at you. His brows furrow suddenly.  

“Damn it, Y/n! I’m not drunk enough to forget what you did. Having Sam keep you from me for FOUR YEARS?! How could you do that to me, huh?!” Dean starts ranting. “You just took off and cut all ties! Well, apparently not ALL ties because Sam’s been talking to you behind my back the entire time.”

Slowly you start walking towards the couch where Dean is standing, “Okay, Dean. You’re right. I ran from you without any explanation. And I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?! How could you keep contact with Sam over me, huh? Y/n, I thought we were closer than that. I thought we had something special.” Dean takes a breath and continues, “It was always me and you against everyone. What happened to that? You should have kept in contact with ME if anyone, not Sam.”

“Dean.. You were in a really bad place. And I just-” You look up when he cuts you off.

“You just what? Decided that Sam was a better friend than me? That’s what I figured. You deserve a person in your life that you can count on. That’s definitely never been me,” Dean concludes, deciding to sit down on the couch. “It’s probably better that you chose Sam over me anyway, Y/n. Everyone who stays close to me in my life is in danger and usually ends up dying.”

“Dean, you want to know why I left? The honest truth?” You leave your spot at the front door and walk over towards the couch. You look at him and respond calmly, “Wanna know why I left? I left because you pull this. Exactly what you’re doing right now. Dean, you get in this head space and just tear yourself down constantly. I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I did what I thought was best. I removed myself from the situation.”

“Y/n, how are you so calm right now? I pushed you away. ” He looks at you, trying to figure out why you’re not reacting how he thought you would.

With a small smile you respond “I forgave you as soon as I left. I’m okay, really. I’m living a good life here, Dean.”

“You should be seething with anger though! You left because you were mad at me! You have every right to be angry!” He hopes he sees some sort of reaction, but you remain calm.

“Dean. I’m not angry with you anymore.” You smile a small smile. Dean suddenly jumps up from his seat on the couch and begins pacing.

“You have every right to get angry! I don’t understand how you can NOT be pissed. I have no idea how you would NOT be pissed.” Silently you watch him. You know he rarely uses his words to express his emotions, so now that he’s on a roll you’re not going to stop him.

“Yell at me, slap me, kick me out! DO SOMETHING! You HAVE to be mad at me! You can’t just sit there and tell me it’s not a big deal!!” You finally decide to ask him just one question.

Calmly, you ask your question. “Dean, is that really what you want me to do? Tell you how pissed I am, slap you across the face and kick you out?”

Finally stopping, he warily looks at you. “Hell yeah. ANYTHING would be better than you just sitting here taking it like a champ. I can’t walk away knowing that you’ve forgiven me, because quite frankly I don’t deserve to be forgiven. You know what? It was a mistake to come here. I’m outta here. Have a good life, Y/n.”

Now it’s your turn to jump out of your seat as you run to block the front door. “Whoa there, big boy. Not so fast. You’re so drunk right now, I’m amazed you didn’t wreck Baby on your way here. No way in HELL I’m letting you leave like this. Gimme your keys.”

“Y/n, I’m fine. Just move.” You cross your arms, throwing him a bitch face better than Sam’s.

He gives you a serious eye roll and you respond sternly. “No way. Keys, Dean. Now.”

Sighing, he relents and gives you the keys. “Fine, Y/n. You win. I guess you want me to take the couch, huh.”

“That’s right, champ. Take your coat and your boots off, and I’ll go get some blankets for the couch. You’re not going anywhere tonight.”

“Fine!” He snaps at your retreating form down the hall.

When you reach your bedroom you quickly pull out your phone and text Sam, letting him know about Dean.

*Hey Sam, Dean showed up on my doorstep completely tanked. I’m not letting him drive back to the motel, he’s crashing on my couch tonight.*

He doesn’t reply right away, so you assume he’s doing research on the case. Grabbing some blankets and a pillow, you meet Dean back in the living room.

“Dean, here are some-” But your comment about the blankets dies on your lips as you see him passed out on the couch, already sleeping soundly. “Well, so much for making up the couch.”

You set the pillow down on the coffee table in front of Dean and unfold the blanket, covering him and letting it settle over him. Sitting down on the edge of the couch you whisper to him, “Dean, I’m not angry with you. I could never be angry with you because I love you too much to hate you.” You lean forward and softly place a kiss his brow, get up and turn off the lights. Padding down the hall to your own bed, you shut your door behind you and settle into bed for the night.

Part 5

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