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a new beginning| stephen & brianna

      thirty days had gone by since brianna had been snatched from the beach. thirty days since bonnet had explained his intentions for not just her but their son. she never imagined that he would want such a thing. he truly seemed to believe that he could change and become a gentlemen. the first two weeks had not been easy in the least. her only solace was when jemmy was brought to her. she had practically begged for her son. she had tried to figure out ways to escape but had come up with nothing. of course she had been forced to play along at first. especially when jemmy was brought she would do anything to keep him safe. what stunned her was just how tender stephen seemed to be with her boy. she couldn't exactly figure out when things had begun to change. when it became less about just pleasing him and actually trying to do what he wanted of her.

a small part of her was praying that her parents and roger would find a way to save her. yet she knew that no matter what she had to just keep on going. in spite of their circumstances stephen was taking care of them. he even seemed to go out of his way to make sure she had everything that she might need. that afternoon she had gone out for the first time since her arrival. the island was rather quiet near stephen's home. she had wanted to take jemmy out to allow him fresh air. the two of them had been playing, running and getting their toes wet. all the while watching the whales which reminded her of her mother. she was nearly breathless, giggling as she and jemmy rolled in the sand. one of stephen's men was posted nearby and he had left earlier that day. she never asked because she didn't want to know what he was up to. yet he always returned but she didn't know how he would handle her being outside of his home.@eightholyterrors

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Broken Together|| Sansa && Theon

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    sansa had thought that she knew what true cruelty was living with the lannisters. joffery had used her as his plaything for his amusement. she had been forced to marry the imp but he hadn't laid a single harmful finger on her. she had been used like a pawn ever since her family perished. she had been passed from one lord to another. never did she think that she would land in the clutches of a man as mad as ramsey bolton. his cruelty and torment knew no bounds. she never imagined being tormented in her childhood home. the games he played were almost unspeakable, how his mistress even tormented her. winterfell was her family's home. she had been born there, played there, grew up there and spent time with her family. she remembered watching her brothers in the training yard. even watching as arya snuck about and tried to avoid her lessons. it was a place that had once been filled with so much happiness. now they were filled with loneliness and despair. never did she imagine that she would see theon again. theon who had betrayed her family even after he had been a ward of her father's. her parents had treated him like he was one of their own. even her own mother had treated him like he was one of her own son's, better than she treated jon. never had she seen someone so broken. he hadn't even been able to look her in the eye. he called him reek and ramsey had made an example of him. she thought that she would wed ramsey so he could keep a hold of the north. instead he had come up with another idea. one that had disgusted her but she didn't have a choice. ramsey had forced her to marry theon as a part of one of his games. she didn't have a choice in the matter.

things had only gotten worse from there. he forced them to perform for him. he would have theon climb on top of her and rut like some kind of animal. the whole time theon would have tears in his eyes. sansa would try her hardest to forget where she was. sometimes she would hold onto him and whisper that it was alright. she would try her hardest to comfort him in the some way. it had stunned her when ramsey forced theon to confess how he had desired her years ago. to tell her everything he had imagined doing with her. now they were free of ramsey and had made it up to the wall. she had been unthinking when she had run straight into jon's arms. he had looked at theon with a mix of anger and confusion. before he could even try to lay a hand on him, sansa had stepped between them. she wasn't even sure what she had told him to force him to back down. now she found herself in the room that she had been given. she had told jon that theon was her husband. she couldn't stomach the idea of not having him near. not after everything that they had gone through together. she was timid in her movements as she reached to help theon remove his soiled clothes," we-we are safe now," she uttered, not even sure she believed it," we can finally rest, we're finally safe." she had a bath drawn up for the both of them. she wasn't entirely sure what she was doing but she knew she couldn't allow herself to sit still.

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bill && clara; give me a sign

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       she thought that she was doing the right thing. all those years ago when she had left kentucky. she wanted more for her brother and knew she had to leave. that was the only way for him to let her go. if she had told him what she was doing he might have tried to stop her. never did she imagine that she would be contacted by a mental institution about him. let alone one that was in texas! she found herself going to scoop him out of such a horrible place. though when she had, she knew that damage had been done. he had barely been able to look at her. when she had reached out to touch him, he had pulled away from her. though she had signed him out and taken him with her. clara knew she didn't want to leave him in texas. it was best that he was with someone who could help and take care of him. that was why she had opted to return to kenton. they still had the home they had grown up in. their parents had left it to her after they had passed. though she hadn't been in it in a long while.

she had set him up in his old room and opted to sleep in her own room. it didn't feel right to take their parents room after so long. it had been a few days of getting everything settled. it was early evening when she found herself knocking on his door," bill?" in her grasp she had a tray that held a plate filled with food. she managed to nudge the door open using her foot," i thought you could use something to eat." she was hoping that he might talk to her or at the very least, look at her. it was so strange to be standing there. to see him on the same bed that she had laid beside him in. it had been ages and it honestly felt like a lifetime ago.

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     Knock. Knock. Knock. Her knocks were soft. They had to be. Jellybean had no idea who was home, who was awake. The only vehicle around was a bike, and it did not look like the one her father used to drive, so she was hoping, praying she was safe. That their father wasn’t around. That it was just Juggy who would answer the door. Her mom had sent her on the bus, and she’d had to walk from the town’s stop. It was almost a miracle she remembered where to go, considering how much Riverdale had changed.

     She heard stirring behind the door and held her breath as she watched the knob turn. If her father answered, he’d surely be angry. It was late, almost eleven at night, and when the door cracked open, a sigh of relief followed from the girl’s little body. Suitcase dropped onto the ground immediately, and without meaning to she started to cry. Now, Jellybean was a tough girl. She had to become a tough girl, and crying? It was not in her usual repertoire. But seeing her brother... well, it was like a weight she didn’t know she’d been carrying was lifted.

     Throwing herself at him, JB’s arms wrapped around his shoulders and she sobbed into him. “H-hey Juggy.” She mumbled against his chest, “miss me?”

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                    tick. tock.                                   tick. tock.                                                tick. tock. 

          the clock which hung against a wall in the next room over seemed so loud that it was deafening, & sam would be lying through her teeth if she were to say that it did not add to her anxiety one bit. her hands rubbed together with a sense of nervousness & impatience as she paced the hallways of the bunker - simply waiting for dean to return. she could not recall exactly what it was that he said he had to do, but whatever it was had not been a major priority, especially not compared to the news she would have to share with him once he got there. her heart was THUDDING in her chest, & FEAR coursed through her veins. she had no idea what to expect. if she were to be honest, she figured he would be upset or angry, or in the very least have a sense of disbelief. 

          it had taken the younger winchester a while to want to even consider facing the potentialreality of their situation, if you could even reduce it to such a label. a week ago, sam had made a store run. during the excursion, in the back of her mind as she walked through the aisles & saw the PREGNANCY TESTS she began to wonder when her last period had been. sure, the line of work they were in induced a lot of stress, though surely not enough stress to make her miss her cycle two months in a row, which never happened. nor, would it have caused her breasts to become tender, & her pants to no longer button. with much skepticism, she picked it up & hurriedly, shamefully tossed it into the basket hanging on her arm. 

                                                    it couldn’t be, it just couldn’t be. 

           in a state of utter denial, she did not take it until that day, just a couple days after a NEW SYMPTOM began to occur - nausea & vomiting having rendered her basically useless as of late. so, there she was - holding up the fort as best as she could while dean did all the footwork. there she was - refusing to glance down yet again at that all too HAUNTING plus sign which would forever be burned into her mind. like ripping a band-aid off, she just wanted to get this over with. 

                                      where the hell was dean? 

          getting exactly what she wished for and suddenly regretting it, she noticed the main door open & shut - her brother’s face being revealed to her. her own grew ashen at the sight of him, all color leaving her in the wake of her terror. she inhales sharply, her breath becoming CAGED within her chest. light-headed, nauseous, terrified; she was all this & more; though, she did not let it keep her from doing what she had to do. after all, it seemed it was no longer about her or him. it did not matter how scared she was. it did not matter how he would react. at least, these things did not matter more than what life seemed to be growing within her. picking up the test, she concealed it in her sweaty palms behind her back as she looked down to her feet for just a second, gathering herself. 

                        “---dean,” hazel hues glance up, a forlorn expression on her face. obviously this was by            no means planned, a result of an incestuous & intimate encounter - or rather, a series of them, over             time - but who was to say it would not be a blessing in disguise? “...we need to talk.” 

           a pause ever brief as she took a step, then another, then another towards him. her eyes darted rapidly between his, a pleading expression within them - along with a hint of uncertainty which told the tale that this was serious. & indeed, it was. 

                                                        “please? it’s important.” 

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BASED ON LAST BULLET. 

EIGHT YEARS. Far too many months, long hours... several minutes. He had been gone. One night, no word, no telltale of scheme he had elaborated for a while apparently. Tears had been shed, far many to be reminisced a precise amount. He had been loved, had been adored... revered even. But then, he had been gone, and she left without some other to tell her mischieves to, no other she could sneak into bed with while the rest were fast asleep, soundly on their beds. Unaware of how close they were, how she had clung to him through stormy nights. It shouldn’t have been allowed, an eight year old slumbering with a grown young man as he. He had been gone for the worst of times. Poverty, abuse, brutalize. It was at fourteen she had been sold to a man, paying favours with flesh... bruised, battered, broken. But she lived... she has made it through. And not at favour of her ought to be protector. Her sweet, sweet brother who she had loved far much.

Gaze meets his as he saunters into the club she works at, her dress accents her silhouette, a woman she is now, wondering whether she will be recognized by him. Louisana awaits for him to approach, as she is perched on a stool by the bar, it is not suitable for a young woman as herself to be there, but ever known to many, she is no longer noble, no longer pure... but tainted, used and sought for nights by a fair price. Fiery haired patently sits there, smiling at how it must look like, her not once deviating hues from his form. Not even once. “Hello brother... it’s been a long while... eight years to be precise... alive I see”. 

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Michael had started off his shift relatively complacent. There wasn’t any immediate alien drama, he was actually in Maria’s good graces for once, and the Crashdown was thankfully quiet for the evening.

However throughout the course of the dinner rush the alien had gotten more and more uncomfortable. Every time he handed a plate off to Maria, white hot flashes came searing into his mind. He felt everything she was feeling, from the irritation towards the more difficult customers to the warm happiness of shoving a tip in her apron. Michael could see it all very clearly from just brushing against her fingers.

So when she waltzed through the swinging door to the back, Michael was already pursing his lips at her. “You better quit it, Deluca,” he warned between bites of his Tabasco covered sandwich. “It’s really starting to piss me off, having you in my head all day.”

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@eightholyterrors The Redhead appeared just outside the door of the house she’d spent a night tangled between the sheets in a drunken, lust filled mess with the one and only Harry Potter, less than a week before. A shiver of confliction tickled at the pit of her stomach, but she did her best to try and ignore it. There was no point in dwelling on things that couldn’t be changed, plus, she was doing the right thing. At least, that’s the lie she was going to continue feeding herself. Anything to make her feel better about what she was doing. Lifting a hand, her knuckles rapped gently against the large wooden door. “Special delivery.” Her tone was gentle and almost sing-song like. “Fire whiskey for two.” The witch figured if she was going to show up unannounced, the least she could do is come bearing a gift.