#they make me so terribly sad don't even joke lad

[king-spite]

this is Elara and Maven btw

[jinwoosbabyboo]

"Big Girls Cry Too"

The LADS Men walking in on you having a good cry after bottling everything up and that one bad day at work was the final straw. Look even the baddest bitches cry doesn’t change the fact that mc (all of us) is still the baddest. [Requested by: Anon]

Zayne

Zayne: Are you hurt?

MC: I'm just tired

Zayne: Did you not sleep well last night?

MC: Mentally Zayne im just.....I don't know

Zayne: Talk to me what’s troubling you?

MC: I can’t find the words

Zayne: Well then just say anything I'll piece it together as you go

MC: I just .... I feel so ..... but I can't .. and today was just ..... I don't know

Zayne: You're just overworking yourself to keep your mind off your grandma and Caleb but you want a break however you can't seem to catch one and today was the straw that broke the camels back?

MC: What are you a mind reader?

Zayne: No I'm an MC reader

He would sit with you and hold you in his arms while you were a blubbering mess.

Zayne: I'll stay right here for as long as you need

Rafayel

Rafayel: I told you to stop abandoning me for that place look what its done to you

MC: Not now Raf im tired

Rafayel: I know

MC: So stop making jokes

Rafayel: Do you want to talk about it?

MC: No

Rafayel: Do you want me to leave?

MC: *sniffles* No

Rafayel: Good I wasn’t going to *throws you over his shoulder*

MC: Where are we going?!

Rafayel: For a swim it always makes me feel better

MC: I just want to lay in bed

Rafayel: Trust me a dip in the water with me is like free therapy

MC: ….

Rafayel: You trust me?

MC: I trust you

Rafayel: Good I'll do anything to see those tears stop

MC: You’re too good to me

Rafayel: Next time you need to cry call me … I have two shoulders just for you

Xavier

Xavier: Who upset you?

MC: Everything

Xavier: I can’t fight everything

MC: Why not I’m tired of it all

Xavier: What’s going on?

MC: I just need a good cry from time to time

Xavier: How often is ‘time to time’

MC: …..twice a week

Xavier: Come here

MC: *lays on top of Xavier as he rubs your back*

Xavier: Feeling better?

MC: actually ….. yea …. Is this why you lay on me all the time?

Xavier: You’re like a human battery recharger … my personal charger

MC: Are you sad every time ?

Xavier: Not every time but sometimes

MC: Oh I never noticed

Xavier: That’s because being around you makes me happy

MC: Can I lay here for a while ….. please

Xavier: Will that make you happy?

MC: *sniffles & nods*

Xavier: I’ll be your human body pillow whenever you want

Sylus

Sylus: Are you crying?

MC: *sniffles* no

Sylus: You’re a terrible liar sweetie

MC: I had a tough day at work

Sylus: A tough day at work huh?

MC: ….yea

Sylus: Sweetie it’s okay to cry in front of me I know you’ve been bottling up your emotions

MC: You don’t know anything

Sylus: I know this will help *Starts giving you a scalp massage*

MC: You don’t know if it’s helping …… but don’t stop

Sylus: I didn’t plan to …. come here

Sylus takes a seat on the bed and moves you to straddle his lap. You lay your head on his shoulder while he continues to massage your scalp with one hand and rub your back with the other.

MC: Don’t you have work to do?

Sylus: You are always a top priority princess

[heck-damn-so-i-draw]

The hotel was cheap, mostly because they wanted to save money, but also because it was the only hotel close enough to where they were going to be situated. Once the daybreak hit, the boys were up and ready. By 7 am they were approaching the old farmhouse and pulling into the driveway like last time.

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The weather, and ultimately the atmosphere was considerably darker than yesterday, and though the boys would never admit it to each other, none of them slept very well. That didn’t stop Marcel from quickly getting out as much equipment as he could carry and taking it back to the tent they had set up yesterday. “Aw- jesus Tyler! You didn’t zip the door! There’s probably a shit ton of mosquitos in there now…” He complained, walking into the open tent and setting the heavy things he carried in on the table that they didn’t want to take with them. He then looked around. Yeah.. there were a few mosquitos flying around. Of course they didn’t bring bug spray either, fuck.

Tyler walks into the tent, two CPU boxes tucked in his strong arms, (brian is coming behind him with the monitors), and he throws open the already open zip up door. “What’s up mosquito bitches? Daddy’s home!” He joked nonchalantly, setting the machines on the table as well.

“Shuddup will ye? Jesus christ, a priest is gonna be here soon-” Brian starts, then get interuppted by the american who does not give a fuck. “And i’ll make him call me daddy, too.” Brian set down the monitors and nearly had a stroke fit of laughter. “Oh F’eck off.”

Evan took the last three bags of equipment from the back of the SUV, taking his time getting up the hill and to their tent. He can hear someone- something near. It whispers in his ear and tells him to run. Get out. Leave. Of course it sends a shiver down his spine and a chill deep into his bones, but he continues up the hill and tries to make out the difference between male and female in the voice he heard. It was deeper toned, a bit raspy and sad. Evan concludes male as a dark sad atmosphere starts clinging onto him. Evan sets the bags up where Tyler and Marcel want them. “When did you say he was gonna get here, Brian?”

Brian was swatting a few mosquitos out of the air when Evan asked about David. “Well, he said he’d be here probably by noon or something in his texts-” There was a loud groan from Tyler. “Are you serious? Noon? And the dude expects us not to go in until he gets here? We need to investigate.” 

“I know, I know, Tyler, Ya don’t think i’m just as pissed as you? I just want to be safe about this. You don’t-” 

“Get it?” Tyler responded, salt in his tone that cuts deep into Brian’s words. “Then help us understand. How dangerous is it really? It’s just a buncha dead guys-”

“It is not just a bunch of dead guys- are ye fockin’ stupid? Tyler, there is a demon in that house. A powerful demon who takes control of people. Controls their thoughts, how they act. Makes them do unspeakable things, tyler! You can’t just fuck with something you can’t see.”

This pisses Tyler off more, makes him give Brian the camera angrily. “Then you go in there and record with Evan. We need footage. When the priest starts to show up I’ll call you and tell you to get out of there.”

“Wh- But David said ta-” Evan took Brian by the arm and started to walk out with thi, “Ignore him, Brian. Let’s just see what we can find.”

Brian had a terrible feeling about this, but against Evan’s grip, he just complies and walks with him to the building. When they get to the front of the  building, Evan takes the camera from Brian and starts recording himself. “Alright guys, we’ve got a priest on his way, a good old friend of Brian’s by the name of David Nagles. We’re just going to go inside to see if we can find anything else before this guy shows up. Tyler and Marcel are getting everything ready to watch us from inside out base.. Alright. Let's head in one more time.” He paused the camera feed and looked to Brian, who didn’t seem too happy to be here so soon. “Hey.. It’ll be fine. You still have that holy water right?” 

Silently steaming, Brian pulls the half empty bottle, about the length of his forefinger and thickness of his thumb. He pops the cork and hands it to Evan, who, though pained at the look on his buddy’s face, applies it to the rim of his ears as Brian did before, then gives it back to its owner. The canadian sighs, looks towards the house, and then starts stepping closer. 

“Wait-!” Brian suddenly calls, grabbing Evan by the shoulder and holding him back mid-stride. “There’s someone right here-” He steps in front of the confused Evan, facing a tall shadow of a man, a crying man, multiple stab wounds carved into his chest, still bleeding. As Brian approaches the spirit, it seems to flinch back, then puff out its chest and stand taller over the lad of 6’0, mouthing curses and angry words. From the back, Evan speaks, a feeling of nausea and dizziness hitting him in the chest as he holds the camera out to see  “He-... He’s saying to leave. He wants us out, and he wants us out now.” 

“Yeah he doesn’t look too happy… Ask him his name.” 

Evan takes a deep breath and steps forward, listening carefully as words float to his ears. “Hey.. It’s alright, man. I know some bad shit happened but … What’s your name?” 

The spirit-shadow stopped yelling at them, went quiet and stared at Evan dead in the eyes, even if the living man couldn’t see him. The words he uttered sounded muffled, quieter, it sounded like he was… under water.

“J...Jon.” 

“Jon?” Evan repeated for himself and the camera. “Jon…” He looked up at where brian was looking, taking his eyes from the screen. God.. if only he could just .. see it. Then he caught the whisper of something.. “Assholes…”

ARE YOU SERIOUS-

“Why you little-” Evan started, but before he could finish his thought, Brian interrupted with a sigh. “He’s gone… Alright, let’s head inside-” As he picked up his foot to head back inside the house, putting on his big boy pants and gaining the courage one step at a time, he was jolted by the sound of a car horn. His heart racing a million miles a minute as he turned around to see who the hell is honking, he hears a distinct irish yelling of anger, and a phone call. He inhales slowly through his nose, closing his eyes in frustration and exhaling before answering the call. Before Tyler can speak or even say he’s sorry, Brian snaps. “I know he’s fockin’ here, jackass.” Then he hangs up and walks past Evan, who is staring, to the small black rented caddy. 

“The hell did I tell ye about goin’ in before I got here, ya twit? I told you- I told you specifically, Don’t go in!” He yelled loudly as he parked. Brian was beyond caring. When David pulled in next to their car rather violently, he parked the car and got out, still heated. “You-!” He starts to go off again, but Brian just holds up his hand. “Oh shove it, I’m not a goddamn baby. I was lookin’ round the porch so I wasn’t jus’ wastin’ my damn time waitin’ f’er y’er ass ta show up-”

As much as watching two Irishmen bicker is amusing, Evan stepped towards them and sighed, knowing they’d have to cut that from the video. “We didn’t go in, I swear. Thank you for coming, Father.” He wasn’t really religious, but he was respectful, and hated actual conflict that wasn’t a joke. The tall man sighed through his nose in response and turned from his friend, to the man he didn’t know. Right… be professional, Daithi. “Thank you, It’s nice to meet you, mister..?”

“Evan.” The canadian smiled, automatically reaching out his hand to shake the priest’s.

“David.” The man replied, replicating that contagious smile.

“Well, you might as well come meet the rest of our team, then we should really get started.”

~STAY TUNED FOR PART 6~

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The Life of Elara Ware

This is a Harry Potter fanfic. Main character Elara is an original character by moi and is George Weasleys gf they started dating in 5th year. she's half blood hens the mention of muggle technology before anyone asks. And it's set during the GOF. I've never written anything like this before either so be nice.

Chapter 1

Elara couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. She read the note again, unable to hide her relief at the sight of the familiar untidy scrawl. 'Elara its okay we're good. please dont worry. oh and Mom says you can still come. You'll have to share with Ginny and Hermione though. sorry we're a busy house at the moment. but seriously don't worry. None of us got hurt. A bit shaken up but we're fine. Dads been thrown into it at work though sorting it all. I've never seen him look so tired. and mums been really nice to us since we got back. Gotta say I dont know what's more annoying. The way she keeps fussing like we're about to drop dead any minute. I think I preferred her nagging. it wont last long. All it'd take is one glimpse of a joke wand or ton tongue toffee and she'll be back to her normal screaming self. Speaking of which, you wait till I show you what we've done. Think instant. projectile. vomit! genius huh? Anyway I'll see you really soon. Love your favourite red headed knight in shining armour.'

She rolled her eyes. George was many things but a knight in shining armour was pushing it.

Collapsing back onto her bed Elara felt the tension seeping off her shoulders. Ever since the news had broken the previous day about the attack at the quidditch world cup she'd been going out of her mind with worry. No matter how many times she tried she hadn't heard a thing let alone any news on the Weasleys. Until now. She closed her eyes and pushed away the dreadful images that'd been swirling in her mind. Each scenario more terrible than the last. Its okay. They're okay. You'll see them really soon. With that final reassuring thought she sat up and made her way downstairs.

The house was silent, which was to be expected. Her parents were working so she was home alone again. She didn't mind. After all these years she was used to it. Used to the last minute I've got to gos and sorry I'm going to be home lates. They weren't to blame, such was the nature of their jobs. Elara looked around the spacious hallway. The mid afternoon sun shone through the glass door at the end of the hall and lit up the stairwell. Its beams reflecting off the crystals of the chandelier. Her parents had worked hard to pay for all this and they did it all for her. She knew better than to be ungrateful for a few lonely evenings here and there. She glanced across at the clock. 4:30. She was unsure when to expect her mother but Elara knew her dad wouldn't be home anytime soon. She looked at the letter again still clutched tightly in her hands. It was no surprise Mr Weasley had been called in. From what her father had told her the ministry was trying to get every available person in to figure out who was responsible for the disaster at the world cup. As an experienced member of the department of international magical cooperation; Hamlin Ware had been one of the first called on the scene and he hadn't been home since. This told Elara one thing. The ministry of magic didn't have a clue who was behind it or why they attacked.

4:40. It hadn't occurred to her that she'd been stood on the second to last step for 10 whole minutes lost in thought. "get a grip" she muttered to herself under her breathe as she walked towards the kitchen. She was staring at the cupboards trying to decide if she was hungry enough to start cooking dinner when the phone rang.

"Hey honey. how are you doing?" Her mother sounded exhausted on the end of the line.

"yeah I'm good. I've finally heard from George. He's okay. they're all okay."

"well thank heavens for that!" she said. Elara heard her mothers exhale of relief. "yeah I know. He said I'm still okay to stay there for the last few days of the holidays"

"see? we said he'd be alright didn't we? oh and I really don't want to impose on their family, especially after this, but... oh thank the lord for Molly Weasley. Yes. If shes truly okay with that then great. It'd be a massive help. Look I'm sorry my lovely but Adrian's sons not well again. poor lad. hes had to take extended leave to look after him. I mean, why the mother can't look after her own boy now and again is beyond me but, hey, that's none of my business i suppose. And Veronica's being her usual, I'm too important to do any work, self. Oh you should have seen her earlier. 'oh look at me in my brand new Porsche'. its orange! and not a nice orange like a sunset or something. no, like fake tan gone wrong, that's what it looks like. Uh. Anyway. Breathe Mary-Anne. The point is I'm the only other translator in the office that speaks fluent enough Polish for the conference next week. I'm sorry darling that's 2 weeks in London"

Elara could feel her mothers guilt almost radiating through the speaker.

"it's okay mum. really I understand. i dont mind. I'll go to the Weasleys and they can take me to kings cross itll be fine."

"oh my girl what did I do to deserve you?"

"hmm, not sure. but it must've been good. maybe you saved a village from plague in a past life"

Her mother chuckled. Then she grew silent. After a moment she said

"I'm probably going to be late tonight too"

there was no hiding the hint of sadness in her voice.

"I know" Elara said "it's okay. theres some leftovers hiding in this kitchen somewhere and they've got my name on them."

"Larie"

"Mum. stop. it's fine. look I'm going to have some food. have a shower. then have an early night. honestly you're not missing out on much. I'll see you tomorrow. okay?"

"okay. oh Larie I love you. more than anything in this world.

"love you too mum"

"oh and remember to check the doors locked properly and..."

"and check the security systems running. I know mum I've got it"

"you checked your trunk? you're starting your newts this year. Can't be leaving anything important behind."

"yes I've checked it. I've got everything packed dont worry."

Her mother sighed. "okay. see you later."

"bye"

Elara couldn't help but roll her eyes everytime. but still she compulsively checked the front and back door locks and the flashing screen of the home security system. Online. She knew it would be. But from a young age her mum instilled this pattern. "you must be safe Elara." she'd said. "always be safe" The overprotective persistence of her mother used to annoy her as a child. But now Elara found comfort in the metaphorical safety net her mother cast for her. It let her know that she was loved.

Making her way back to the kitchen she pushed the days worries from her mind. It looked like another evening of peaceful me time she thought. and she was going to see George soon. She smiled to herself. She had missed that cheeky grin.