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Pairing: Betty x Jughead
off of Ed Sheeran’s new song “Happier,” we get a look at the difficult healing
process (Y/N) goes through.
Word count: 942
A/N: i didn’t
expect for this to go up until Wednesday, but I finished it really quickly so I
figured I’d put it up today. you are not getting a happy ending in this series
Walking down 29th and park
I saw you in another’s arms
Only a month we’ve been apart
You look happier
It had been a month since I last spoke to Jughead. I told him I needed time, but at this point I
doubted if we could ever restore the relationship we once had. It hurt too much to even see him in the
school hallways, nonetheless actually talk to him. Our last moment together kept replaying
itself in my mind: the little glimmer of hope that I had thinking maybe he
liked me back, the look of shock on his face after my confession, and the words
that shattered my heart. Of course he liked Betty.
Sometimes I would see them in the hallway together, walking
next to each other. Both of them always
wore huge smiles on their faces, and their arms were constantly brushing. The sight always pained me, and before
Jughead could turn his head to look at me, I dashed away.
Saw you walk inside a bar
He said something to make you laugh
I saw that both your smiles were twice as
wide as ours
Yeah you look happier,
I walked into the student lounge, headed straight for the
vending machine. Not wanting to spend
too much time there, I kept my head down and avoided eye contact with
everyone. I approached the vending
machine and inserted my cash and selected the chips that I wanted. A loud giggle caught my attention, and my
curiosity got the best of me causing me to turn around. I whirled around and saw Jughead and Betty
sitting together on the couch, his arm nonchalantly resting around her
shoulders. Holding back tears, I grabbed
the chips out of the machine and stormed out of the lounge.
They looked so happy.
Was Jughead ever that happy with
me? I asked myself.
Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you
But ain’t nobody love you like I do
Promise that I will not take it personal
If you’re moving on
with someone new
There was no one to blame but myself. I constantly repeated this, trying to
convince myself to rekindle my friendship with Jughead. He had quickly become my best friend, the
person I always turned to. But when I was
suffering from a broken heart, I couldn’t turn to him. Because he was the one who broke my
heart. When I had once spent every night
in Pop’s laughing with Jughead, I now sat in my room, sad and alone. Although I never returned to the diner, I
just knew that Betty was sitting where I had once sat, and she was laughing
with the boy who shattered my heart.
Cause baby you look happier, you do
My friends told me one day I’ll feel it too
And until then I’ll smile to hide the truth
But I know I was
happier with you
“It’ll be alright, (Y/N),” Cheryl comforted me, placing a
soothing hand on my back. In my time of
vulnerable loneliness, I turned back to Cheryl.
I told her that Jughead was the reason why I snapped at her, and my infatuation
with him had gotten the best of me.
Using what little pity she had left, she accepted my apology and
welcomed me back into her friend group.
Even though Cheryl wasn’t the ideal person for me to seek comfort in, I
figured being with her was better than being alone. Surprisingly, Cheryl was very comforting and
sweet when it came to broken hearts.
“I just feel like such an idiot,” I cried. “He looks so much happier with her, anyways.”
“You’ll be happier, too, one day,” she reminded me. “For instance, Jason’s death has absolutely
broken me, but I know he’s in a better place now. And I know one day, I’ll accept his death and
be okay. You will, too, (Y/N). You’ll be okay.”
Sat in the corner of the room
Everything’s reminding me of you
Nursing an empty bottle and telling myself
For the first time in two months, I went to Pop’s. I sat in a booth furthest from the entrance and
mindlessly sipped a vanilla milkshake. I
couldn’t get anything else on the menu, because everything else reminded me of
Jughead. The burgers and the fries
reminded me of when we’d both order them, but Jughead would still steal my
fries. Or the ice cream sundaes reminded
me of how he always took the cherry from off the top of mine.
This is how you move
on, I told myself. Cheryl had told
me to do this, face my fears. Missing
Jughead should not prevent me from enjoying nice things. Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe was a nice place I enjoyed
visiting, and I repeated to myself not to let the memory of Jughead ruin this.
Ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you
But ain’t nobody need you like I do
I know that there’s others that deserve you
But my darling I am
still in love with you
I am still in love with him.
Three months after he broke my heart, and what remained of it still belonged
I refused to succumb to my sadness; I refused to let it drive
me back to Jughead.
I knew Jughead was happier with Betty, and I told myself I,
too, would be happier.
Prompt: Kara and Alex dealing with her being on the spectrum (as adults).
“hey alex, there’s no need to freak out but im home from work early-”
kara groans for a long time, annoyed that alex picked up. well, not annoyed. just…she just wanted to say it and leave it all behind. go curl up on her couch and eat all the brownies out of the icecream and forget that she’d almost had a meltdown at work.
“it’s not a supergirl thing, i was just going to leave a message,”
“excuse me for a moment,” alex says in a way more formal tone and kara hears her boots echoing and sighs again, pulls the icecream out. a door whooshes open on alex’s end of the phone and alex is talking to her again. “talk to me. what’s wrong? is it that sleazy guy again?”
“no, no,” kara crinkles her nose. “well, he is still sleazy. but it’s not that. i just… hadabitofameltdownatworkandwantedtotellyoubeforejamesdoes.”
“okay, rewind,” alex chides her, but really softly and kara grabs at the duvet she’s been using as a cape - she likes the weight, and she likes that it’s so long it slides along the floor when she walks and makes the nicest shish shish shish sound - and she nods. “repeat all that but slower.”
“i had a meltdown at work,” she says. “and i’m calling you because i’m pretty sure james is going to call you soon to make sure i haven’t blown out my powers and i thought you should know. and, maybe,” kara picks at the raised loops sewing the patches of the duvet cover, “i wanted to see if you were busy.”
“you had a meltdown? what happened? you’re okay? i mean you’re talking so that’s a good sign,”
“yes,” kara nods emphatically, pushes her glasses up her nose when the move makes them slip down. “i’m okay. i stood in the sun, i did my breathing, james hugged me and cat gave me a pillow to hug.”
“that woman, honestly,”
“at least she didn’t fire me,” kara tells her, and damn it her voice wavers a little and alex - a literal spy and awesome secret agent - can’t not pick up on that. “no crying at work, remember?”
“you were crying?” alex asks very softly. “kara, i can be there in fifteen minutes.”
“no. no, you are working and i dealt with it and i am dealing with it and i want you to finish up your meeting.”
“you’re more important,”
“yeah but i’m also okay,” she insists. “please, i just wanted to let you know. i dealt with it, i did well. i’m not a kid anymore, alex, please don’t come over until you’re actually free.”
kara narrows her eyes. “i’ll know if you cut any meetings or whatever to come over.”
that makes alex laugh and she’s about to say something, probably along the lines of i was a DEO agent for years without you knowing, but the door whooshes open and a quiet voice asks for alex to join them again.
“i’ll be right in,” alex promises, and she waits for the door to close again. “i will be over the second my shift is over. save some icecream for me.”
“i will pick up some icecream,” alex amends, and kara lowers her head to the kitchen counter and listens to the fondness, the smile, her sister speaks with. “i’m really proud of you. and we can go through what happened to figure out why,”
“i know why, it’s okay. i just want to watch tv with you. but…on mute maybe?” she scratches at her arm. “it was all sounds and stuff today, i just.”
“mute is good.”
“okay.” alex lingers as long as she can, but, “i have to go back in there. my shift ends at seven, expect me at seven thirty. what’s your food today?”
“pick something else too.”
“i won’t eat anything else. not today.”
“fine! brownies then,” she grumbles, and her goodbye is hurried but sweet. “i love you, see you tonight.”
she doesn’t feel worse, exactly, when alex does show up. way more tired though so everything is a little harder to manage.
“hey kara,” alex says, and immediately shuts up when her little sister curls into an even littler sister shaped ball on the couch and tugs her duvet closed around her head.
alex makes her way around as quietly as she can. she toes her boots off at the door, pads to the fridge to put away the pizzas she picked up. it wasn’t on kara’s very short food list but it’s a danvers staple so she’ll want it eventually. the low whine of the fridge sounds especially loud and alex hunches her shoulders, moves as fast as she can to finish all the necessary steps. turns her phone on silent and do not disturb, shrugs off her jacket and picks up a blanket, grimaces through cracking open the brownie takeout box and the clink of cutlery when she pulls out a spoon for kara.
“are you done?” kara grumbles from her couch. if she concentrates, alex thinks she can make out a single, baleful eye.
“coming your way,” alex shoots back, and kara sobs once when she steps on a creaking floorboard and again when the couch springs shriek when she sits. “i’m sorry.”
“it’s okay.” kara doesn’t take the brownie box. alex sets it on the table. “it hurts,” she mutters, and alex eases her over so she can lay next to her sister and pulls her head to her chest.
“focus on my heartbeat,” she tells her, and wraps her arms tight even that even kara could feel it. she can’t hold that up for long, but a moment is enough.
kara knees her in the bladder and headbutts her chin, blind inside her cocoon, shifting around to find the most comfortable position and alex bears it with good grace though she’ll be cashing in her bruises for favours later, no doubt about that.
they doze off quickly, kara first, exhausted, and then alex once kara’s tears are mostly cried out. when they wake, it’s because of kara’s stomach. it grumbles and rumbles and kara floats them both over to the kitchen, putters around making their dinner - midnight meal, really - as quietly as possible.
“maybe you should tell your friends,” alex murmurs, trying to keep her voice smooth and low and even. “and maybe cat.”
kara shoves her pizza slice into her mouth and fetches her phone, squints at the brightness and turns it so alex can read the email.
“sick days are unfortunately a requirement by law. you have several. use them wisely.” alex rolls her eyes. “can she say anything without it sounding like a threat?”
“carter,” kara whispers.
“true.” she accepts kara back into a hug, despite the sauce on her chin. kara tucks her forehead into alex’s neck, brings her arms up to brace comfortably between their bodies. “sick day tomorrow? i have a date with maggie in the evening, maybe we can all hang out in the day?”
“we’ll see how you feel. could be a danvers day only.” she feels kara smile and nod. “sounds good to me.”
they stand for a while longer. then kara sighs and pulls back. “i’m going to tell winn and james. they should know in case anything happens while they’re with me. like today. and i trust them. and cat already knows everything,” kara sucks in a deep breath, less to do with cat and more to do with the effort of saying so much at one time. “but i’m going to tell her too.”
“will you stay, when i tell the guys?”
kara blows out her cheeks and nods, relieved. “thank you.”
Thanks to the wonderful blueseraphima who I can never thank enough, I have the texts of GoRa’s currently ongoing series of short stories 4 Seasons of K, subtitled ~Seasonal short stories that might have happened~ and published monthly. This is the third story of the series, about Homura’s flower viewing experience.
Imagine  || Monty De La Cruz (boyfriend) x Reader // Jeff Atkins (brother) x Reader.
Hi loves ❤️ I hope you’re all doing good today !
This was requested by the lovely @wells-protection-squad I’m so sorry bc it really sucks. I feel like this is not what you asked for but this the only thing I could come up with 😔 I mainly focused on the brother/sister part than on y/n’s relationship with Monty
Request: “Can you do one where jeff and (y/n) are brother and sister and she’s dating Monty ❤️”
Okay loves so I was thinking that I could maybe take requests for other fandoms, what do you think ? Would you be interested ? Tell me! 😄
Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier, You are part of the Avengers and Dating Bucky Barnes, Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha, you catch them in the act and things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with Similar powers to Jean, Only with Immortality thrown in.
Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader
Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression
The car ride to the school had been filled with silence. Logan had tried to strike up a conversation on several occasions, but you weren’t having any of it. You were content to stare out the window, trying to figure out what went wrong. How could you have been better?
It was a strange sensation.
Your mind was a mess of thoughts, mostly bad, but it was as if your heart had detached itself. You felt nothing.
“(Y/N).” Logan’s gruff voice sounds behind you.
You turn and fling your arms around his neck, breathing in his scent. “You’re back,” you whisper into his neck. Happiness sings in your veins with every beat of your heart.
He walks you backwards, and sits you down on the couch. Kneeling in front of you, he grabs your hands, and stares you dead in the eye. “It’s Jean.”
You deflate. Happiness flees as quickly as it came. With the smile slipping off your face, you nod. “You’re leaving me,” you state plainly.
Surprise covers his features. “How did ya know?”
You snort. “I know you, Logan. I’m not blind. Just answer one question for me.” You take a deep breath. “Did you sleep with her while we were together?” He flinches at the question
“No. I wouldn’t do that to ya. I love ya.”
You laugh in earnest now, the sound hollow and full of anguish. “You love me? Not enough apparently.”
Gravel crunches underneath your shoes as you make your way into the mansion. Duffle bag slung over your shoulders, you steel yourself to meet your brother. It has been years since you last laid eyes on him.
Sighing as you enter, you come face to face with the man who raised you. Who had showered you with affection when your parents had overlooked your existence. While you hadn’t aged, he certainly had.
“Charlie,” you greet, “It’s been a while, you look well,” you acquiesce.
“(Y/N) welcome home,” he replies, his usually stoic features marred by a frown. “We have set you up in one of the spare bedrooms for the time being.” He gestures to the stairwell where Storm is waiting to escort you to your temporary lodging. “You may begin training with the others as soon as you feel up to it.”
You nod and reply, “I’d like to start tomorrow, I’ve been out of action for too long.” He looks at you searchingly.
“I was hoping we would be able to talk tomorrow. We have much to discuss.”
You recognise the tone, it was one he had used on you many a time, and inwardly roll your eyes. “Of course, Charles. Lunch?” you inquire. He nods in agreement.
“I will send Storm to collect you at 12.”
You move toward the stairwell tipping your head in acknowledgement of Storm, effectively dismissing yourself from your brother’s presence. Following along like a ghost, you forgo speaking with the woman as memories, long locked away, fill every corner of what used to be your home. Images of playing with Charles in the parlor you pass, or on the stairs you climbed, seem to be imbedded in the very wood and stone. When Storm finally stops before a heavy wooden door, you gave a distracted smile of thanks, walk through, and fall face first on the bed. You’re drained and want nothing more than to sleep until you wake.
But sleep comes fitfully., Images of Bucky and Logan keep morphing into one your mind. You couldn’t discern who was who anymore, and it left you reeling. You knew you were loosing the grip you had on your mind, but you had little inclination to do something about it. It’s as if any morality and feeling you once had, has retreated into a dusty corner in your head. It was refusing to come out.
Mentally checking yourself, you move out of bed. Making your way to your bags you pick out the least crinkled items of clothing you can find and head to the shower. Thanks to your restless night, you’d overslept and had maybe 30 minutes before Storm would arrive to escort you to the dreaded lunch with Charles.
Stepping underneath the spray, you reflect on the last week of your life. This is such a mess, you muse. The dull echo of hopelessness flares momentarily in your chest, causing you to frown. There is a whisper, a voice inside your head that echos briefly, finally loud enough for you to hear one name.
Your movements stall, confusion flowing through you. Straining your senses you try to zero in on the voice, but it’s already retreated and you find nothing. Shrugging it off and chalking it up to stress, you step out of the shower and finish dressing just as a knock sounds at your bedroom door.
Following Storm throughout the vast Mansion, you reach Charles’s private quarters much too quickly for your liking. You weren’t quite ready to face what resided on the other side of that door. Thanking Storm politely, you enter the luxurious rooms, following the heavenly smell wafting from behind a door
“Charles,” you murmur moving toward him as he maneuvers his wheelchair to face you.
“Good Morning. Won’t you sit?” he asks.
You take the proffered seat, making yourself comfortable in the plush chair.
“Are you going to tell me why you really didn’t want me to train today, Charlie?” you ask getting right to the point, reaching for a pastry from the tray in front of you.
“You are unstable, (Y/N),” he replies.
“I’m aware. But I am not Jean,” you reiterate for what feels for the hundredth time. “And if you start comparing us again I’m leaving.” There was only so much living one could do, when that living was done in the shadow of another.
He sighs. “I made a mistake with you, I admit. I felt that your power was so similar that you must have the same limits,” he snorts out a laugh, one filled with contempt for his past mistakes.
“Yes, that was always the problem wasn’t it? I was in her shadow and you were the one who put me there. Jean was everything you wanted me to be, Charles and when I didn’t measure up, you dismissed me. You pushed me out of my home, made me feel inadequate. I lost everything.” It’s a fact. There was no way around that, and what forgiveness he seems to be looking for, you’re not sure you have it in you to give.
“I know,” he simply says. “And I am sorry.” He looks out the window before he continues. “If you afford me the privilege of starting anew, I wish to help you.” His piercing blue eyes boring into yours. “I wish to correct the mistakes of my youth. I am not immortal as you are. I will not live forever, and I wish to have a relationship with my sister before my time comes.” He reaches across the table to take your slack hand. “Please, let me help you. Let me love you as a brother should.”
As you contemplate his words, you can feel the sincerity radiating off him. He wants this. He wants to try, and if you’re honest with yourself, you admit to missing him terribly these last years. Perhaps forgiveness is as easy as saying yes.
That disembodied voice floats through your mind again. With it, only one word:
Charles’s expression morphs to neutral, but not before a flicker of fear passes over it. It sobers you. He’s worried. And that worry is aimed at you. Did Jean also walk this path? Did she descend into madness, into this numb, empty place before she turned?
Grabbing the orange juice, you pour two glasses, offering him one. As you clink your glass against his, you simply say, “To new beginnings.” If he wished to try, you would let him. He was the only family you have left.
You Made Flowers Grow in My Lungs, but I Couldn’t Breathe
A/N: hey guys, once again I’m sorry for lack of content. This is really mediocre, but like… Here it is ig. This is based off of a fictional disease called the Hanahaki Disease, where a person will cough up petals and flowers due to unrequited love causing flowers to bloom in that person’s lungs (yeah I dunno but I like the idea okay it’s my blog I do what I please). It’s also loosely based off of some fanart I saw. Anyways, please enjoy, this is my first bmc fanfic, I hope it’s good :)
Pairing: Boyf riends
Word count: 4105 (jesus fuck im so sorry im jst emo abt the musical/book also michael)
Warnings: uhh lots of angst, sad michael, drugs, spoilers from the book ending, like literally almost all the dialogue here is pulled directly from or references something in the book, i think that’s everything?
(also, side note: Even though I’m using events and dialogue from the book, the characters look like how they are in the musical, i.e michael isn’t a white-bread motherfucker, neither is christine)
Summary:For one day, every year, killing is legal, and you’ll kill anyone as long as the price is right. He’ll kill anyone as long as his orders tell him so. Both of you are the top purgers in the business, but what happens if your name ends up on his kill list? What happens if you’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to kill Jeon Jungkook?
Warning:swearing & smut
Word count: 2,468
A/N: This is the first chapter of ‘The Purge’! It is written in both your perspective and Jungkook’s! I hope you enjoy, and please let me know your thoughts! Let The Purge begin!!
the day I’d waited for all year, I thought to myself as the hot water from my
shower cleaned off all the sins I would commit before the night ended. I loved
and hated this day—my job. For all that it was, it gave me a sense of purpose,
and accomplishment, but it also reminded me of how far I’d fallen. To some, I
looked like I was sitting on a golden thrown, but really, I was just a pawn in
the grand scheme of things. I scoffed, a shower couldn’t do anything to wash
away the person I’d become.
In that moment, I pressed my hand
against the white tile of my shower wall as a shock of electricity rushed
through my body. I immediately brought my eyes down to the pair of brown eyes
that stared enticingly up at me. I smirked at her, not because I was enjoying
looking at her on her knees, trying to give me the pleasure that I craved, but
because I realized I was bored of her. I could have another girl just like her
in less than five minutes if I really wanted to, but none of them would be able
to satisfy the fire that burned inside of me. I found myself always trying to
quench this insatiable thirst, but nothing came close to doing that, except for
today; today was the day that brought me some semblance of satisfaction.
i was v turned on by maggie interrogating and i high key feel like alex would be to (aka we always need more smut written by you)
Watches still with disbelief that this is her girlfriend.
That her girlfriend is interacting with her best friend.
That her best friend is clapping his hand on her shoulder because she’s fighting for him – she was fighting for him from the beginning – and he has no idea how hard.
Alex knows that her ass of a partner’s been racking up the number of lives he shatters and calling it fun in the precinct pool – the one competition that Maggie always turns down.
So she watches as Maggie makes that adorable little oh my god you weren’t exaggerating he really is as extra as Kara I love him so much what the hell how is he real face in response to Winn’s boom; watches as she teases Winn and maybe makes him a bit terrified: a good big sister’s job, as Alex comforted him lovingly last game night.
Watches as the woman she’s falling in love with – is already in love with – what’s this supposed to feel like, anyway? – whatever it is, it’s perfect – entwines deeper and deeper into her life.
“Think I scared him?”
Alex slings her arm around Maggie’s shoulder and relishes the way Maggie automatically leans into her, relishes the way she reaches up and puts her own hand on Alex’s shoulder.
“Almost as good as I do.”
Relishes Maggie’s adorable giggle, her perfect smile that Alex feels, hears, rather than sees.
“Take me home,” she tells her, and she relishes the way Maggie swoons at the intimacy of the statement, the way that – for the first time – it feels right, it feels natural, it feels perfect.
“Mmm, Danvers, my place or – “
“Nice work today, Sawyer. Good to see you arresting the bastards instead of protecting them for once, huh?”
And suddenly the perfection is gone, because Maggie’s body is stiff and her stance straightens and her perfect smile vanishes.
She nods stiffly at her partner, and Alex could kill him, and Maggie knows it, because Maggie feels the rage coursing through Alex’s blood. And that rage? That rage is what keeps her calm, keeps her voice level, keeps her suddenly slightly trembling arm around Alex’s shoulder bravely, as she counters smoothly, “Well, not all of us need to beef up our records with profiled cases, partner.”
“You accusing me of something, Sawyer?” His thin lips curl and Alex nearly reaches for the laser gun in her waistband and Maggie nearly lets her.
“Cool it, man, I’m just trying to go home for the night.”
His eyes drag up and down Alex’s body and he smirks.
“Bet you are, Sawyer.”
Maggie is out from under Alex’s arm faster than even her DEO agent girlfriend can react, and she is mere inches from her partner’s body and despite having nearly half a foot on her, he backs up. He’s seen her in action too many times not to.
“You look at her like that again and I swear to god you won’t have eyes left to look with, we clear?”
“No need to get all – “
“Yeah. Yeah. Clear.”
“Apologize to the lady.”
“Maggie, it doesn’t – “
“Yes, it matters. You matter, Alex. Donnelly. Now.”
“Apologies, Agent Danvers. You have a lovely night now.”
He retreats through the hall quicker than Maggie’s ever seen him move when not chasing down an innocent suspect, and she sighs with her eyes closed and relishes the way Alex’s arms wrap around her waist, the way her lips nudge aside her hair and find the nape of her neck.
“You didn’t have to do all that for me, Maggie. I don’t want to make work harder for you.”
“He makes work harder for me, Alex, not you. You never deserve to be disrespected like that, you – what?”
She’s turned her face to look at Alex, and Alex’s eyes are fire and fierce, fierce desire.
“What?” Maggie asks again, a slow grin starting to form, because she knows Alex, and she also knows what excited Alex Danvers looks like.
“Take me home,” Alex repeats, and Maggie gulps and grins and giggles and practically yanks her out of the precinct.
They’re barely even in the door before Alex finds herself slammed against a wall, Maggie’s lips crashing up into hers, Maggie’s tongue slipping into her mouth and making her melt, making her moan, making her reach down to undo Maggie’s belt.
“Uh uh, Danvers. You gotta earn it,” Maggie chastises with a kiss to her nose and a grin so sexy Alex’s knees threaten to buckle.
“I didn’t earn it, Maggie? I busted a crime ring for you, I – “
“Yeah, you did, and while we can… discuss… how attractive I find that later, while you were spending your twenty three hours and fifteen minutes beating the shit out of bad guys, I spent my twenty three hours and fifteen minutes jumping through administrative hurdles and holding off my terror of a partner from hauling Winn’s ass back into the precinct and getting my ass investigated for assisting a criminal enterprise.”
“Well, see now,” Alex gasps as Maggie nips at her neck and runs her hands through her hair. “That’s the kind of day that deserves a reward. And that’s all I wanna do, babe. Reward you. For protecting my friend, for protecting his girlfriend and her brother, for putting yourself on the line for someone I love, for your principles. For putting yourself on the line for me. For looking so damn sexy in that blazer – “
“Oh, you liked that blazer, did you?” Maggie asks between open-mouthed kisses, letting Alex back her over to the couch, nodding when Alex asks with her eyes if she can lay her down and, practically whining with desperation when Alex asks if she can nudge her legs open with her thigh, if she can hold her hands down above her head, and grind down with her thigh. Hard.
Maggie gasps and tries not to let it become a scream, and Alex smirks.
“I did. So much authority in that interrogation room, Detective Sawyer.”
Maggie chuckles breathily and glances at the way Alex’s hands are holding her wrists down.
“Not so much here though, huh?”
“You can change that if you’re in the mood to,” Alex invites, and Maggie moves.
Moves faster than Alex has yet seen her move in bed, until Alex is pinned beneath her, panting and whimpering and spreading her legs and sighing in relief when Maggie presses her thigh between them.
“So am I any closer to earning it?” Alex wants to know, and the frustration of Maggie’s day, the tension in her muscles, all ripples across her face, throughout her body, as she practically growls down at her beautiful, perfect, preening girlfriend.
“Keep being a good girl for me and we’ll see.”
Alex shrieks and Maggie grins and kisses her forehead. “All good?” she makes sure, and Alex rolls her hips up into Maggie’s thigh in response.
“Please,” she pants.
“Please what, Danvers?”
Maggie tosses her head back and groans from deep in her throat. “Yeah, Ally? You want me to take you?”
“Well you already took me home, so…”
Maggie’s heart leaps and Alex’s eyes soften from the lust because they’re not in Alex’s home. They’re in Maggie’s.
In the same moment, Alex leans up and Maggie leans down and their lips crash together because home, home, home, and Maggie makes good on Alex’s plea to take her.
Takes her with her jeans still on and her hair a tousled mess, takes her with her thigh between Alex’s legs and her wrists held carefully above her head. Takes her with Alex’s desperate pleas for more and Maggie’s body shifting so she can unzip Alex’s jeans, so she can slip her hand beneath her underwear, so she can check in one, two, three more times before Alex begs her to just fuck her, please, please, please, and Maggie does, she does, and Alex grabs at her ass and prays for more and Maggie obliges, bracing herself with one hand next to Alex’s waist so she can get a better angle, so she can fuck her deeper, fuck her harder, palm her clit firmer, and she reminds her what a good girl she is, and she reminds her how tight she is, how amazing it feels to stretch her out, how incredible it feels to take her, her, her, hers.
“All yours,” Alex breathes right before she slams over the edge, and Maggie watches her face because her face is beautiful and her face is rapture and her face is lust and her face is something that Maggie dares to hope is love.
after countless days of just sleeping you managed to pick yourself up. the pain was still there but thinking about it either to stay still and not move or to overcome everything and forget about this past week made you very anxious. because part of you knew that you probably won’t let this go so easily. but the other part it felt like someone else was pushing you to stand up and back on your feet.
so you choose to get up and start fresh. with no worries not even a single thought about him.
going into the bathroom you already knew what kind of a mess you were going to face. you. if these past few days have been the worst, well today you looked even worse. messy hair, unwashed while your face was so badly swollen. honestly you just didn’t care at all the way you looked. however since today was the day you’re finally going back to college you started a shower. washing your hair, face and body felt like you were erasing someone old you couldn’t recognize and a newer better of version was in front of the mirror. now standing with washed hair you put on an outfit, packed everything in your backpack and were off to college.
walking into your first lesson of the day was pretty normal. no one really asked where you were which was a good thing since you didn’t want to bring the past events back up. it’s not that you didn’t have friends. you did, but these people in your class were just your classmates and you would only hang with them in school. however you hated all of them. especially girls they were always bitching about other girls and talking about boys. that’s why you only had guy friends, that way there was no drama involved in your life. well now it is.
the college finished and you were now heading back to your dorm. stepping into the car you plugged in the key ready to start it when a figure pops beside your window.
‘’y/n can you give me a ride home pleaseeeeeeee?’’ it was Jimin. one of yoongi’s best friends. the only time you would hang around with the other guys would be at yoongi’s house. usually you all would play beer pong or any sort of game that you found quite stupid. but at least you had fun and a good laugh out of everything.
‘’uh..sure jimin’’ you said and he ran on the other side of the car opening the door and sitting in ,throwing his bag on the back seats
‘’jimin buckle up your belt’’
‘’oh right sorry…’’ and as soon as he did that you started the car and drove of to his house. the silence was kind of awkward since you two hadn’t talked in about two weeks. that’s also the same amount of time you haven’t spoken to yoongi. you were thinking if maybe he mentioned anything to his other hyungs about you but praying that he didn’t. your friendship was over and that was it.
‘’how are you?’’ jimin asked turning his body to you. jimin was the same as ever his snapback that held that black messy hair in place, his gorgeous eyes and those lips that you were so always jealous of. jimin and you did talk quite a lot actually but since that day you haven’t spoke to him in a little while.
‘’been better you?’’ you answer quickly your eyes still facing on the road ahead of you. jimin lived about 15 minutes away from you. all of the guys lived about the same amount away and then you would all meet at yoongi’s house to chill. you wished that the ride would be short but today was one of the days it just had to be a huge traffic jam.
‘’i’m good.’’ he says and you could feel his gaze on you. you pretty soon noticed he was looking at your face. so you turned your head to him as another red light popped up.
‘’can I help you?’’
‘’yeah actually I was just wondering…were you crying today?’’
and there it is. he noticed. he noticed something is up with you. you quickly bite the inside of your cheeks controlling your tears while turning your head away from him. honestly it doesn’t really matter if jimin knows or not but you don’t want to tell him your side of the story, you’ve been in pain long enough and don’t want to relive those moments.
‘’uh..jimin here we are’’ before you know it you two were outside of jimin’s house. you saw some movements from the kitchen’s window and noticed shadows moving in there as the music was blasting. you stopped the car waiting for jimin to get out but he insisted on you answering him.
right as you were about to tell him that you just had an allergy on something the door to his house opened and on the porch stepped yoongi. your eyes wide spread, heart pounding just like the last time not know what to do you quickly reach over to jimin opening his door saying ‘’get out please’’. he didn’t obey so you practically had to yell at him until he almost flew out of your car.
quickly closing the door you put in reverse and started going back on the road. in your mirror you saw yoongi’s face shocked and sad. as you were about to drive off you saw him running to your car, hearing your name being called over and over again.
‘’y/n please stop the car! wait I need to talk to you! we can fix this please…’’
but you were off.
you were at your dorm now sitting on the bed watching some series on your computer. you didn’t really think back at what happened 3 hours ago, since it could make you upset again so you distracted yourself with something else.
the weather outside changed so fast and it became gloomy. it started raining, large amounts of rain drops were now falling down from the sky and it became quite chilly. you moved your laptop away from you, getting out from the bed and stepping to your window. you decided to close it since it was pretty cold but as you were closing it you saw a person standing in the rain. drenched wearing all black clothes. then it clicked it was him. yoongi. if this wasn’t enough your heart started racing even harder when your heard your phone going off. reaching out to it and looking back up at yoongi, you noticed he was the one calling you. fighting with yourself not knowing if you should pick up or not you decided to do it.
‘’y/n? y/n please let me in…I…I want to talk to you it’s important please..’’ you could feel sadness in his voice and a few sobs escaping his lips. that made you start crying in seconds. you still cared so much about him no matter how many times you tried telling yourself you will never ever talk to him again.
‘’the door’s open’’ you said closing the window and sitting back on the bed. you put your phone down, covering yourself in blankets like you were trying not to face the problem coming your way. what does he want? what are you going to say? why? so many questions were going through your mind and you needed answers.
hearing the footsteps approaching you twisted the blanket in your hand even harder, heart still pounding as if it’s going to explode out of your chest. he flung open the doors just like he always did. you kind of missed that, the way he would just barge in without telling you when he’ll come and then you two would have long conversations about nonsense.
‘’hi…’’ he started off slowly, his hair dripping wet making spots on your carpet.
‘’oh shit..’’ he hissed, looking that he’s making a mess on your floor.
‘’it’s okay’’ you shortly said and that made him look up to you. you couldn’t look away from him. his face was just as swollen as yours if not even worse. traces of tears were on it and unlike you he was lacking lots of sleep. all you wanted to do now was to run up to him and hug him, stay in his hug forever as his strong arms were giving you a feeling of protection. you wanted him to stroke your hair while you would put your head in the crook of his neck, smelling his signature perfume. it would always be like this, whenever you had a bad time or if he had. you two would be hugging for hours in complete silence which was normal for the two of you.
still looking at him you couldn’t help but to cry as well.
‘’don’t cry please…’’
‘’how can I not cry…you broke me yoongi…the past two weeks, i’ve spent nothing but sleeping, I wonder how I’m even alive after all of this.’’ you said this in between sobs. letting all of your emotions go you didn’t care anymore how you looked in front of him.
‘’y/n…I’m so sorry for everything..I never meant to hurt you and make you feel upset is just that…I don’t know why I was acting like that but…’’ he trailed off wiping his tears with his sleeve.
‘’i realized something y/n…I’m…I’m in love with you too..’’
looking up at him you couldn’t believe what you had just heard. is he making all of this up just to make you feel better? or he actually means it. either way you are about to find out.
‘’stop with the bullshit yoongi…just because you feel sorry now doesn’t mean you can say such things…’’
‘’but I really mean it I swear y/n..you have no idea how hard it was but this week I realized everything. my other half. my better other half. i can’t be without you at all, you make me happy. so fucking happy y/n. and I love you…not as a friend, or a best friend but as something more..’’
‘’no yoongi…this is just a big no…i cannot believe you…why were you acting so cold to me then huh? and you even got a girlfriend what’s that all about then huh?’’ you were now standing up facing him with your whole body. you two were inches away from each other’s faces and you could feel the tension in the room.
‘’i just… I freaked out okay…I..uh..I was trying to tell you the same and when you told me first I was scared because I just didn’t know what to do, you’re my everything and I started fearing that if we would be together things might not go well and…then I was at some random bar where I met that girl and that was the way I was trying to forget about you but I couldn’t…you mean so much to me I don’t know what I was thinking y/n…’’
‘’yoongi I…’’ you were lost for words, part of you still confused but a part of you understood. and then his face grew inches and inches closer to yours. you backed away a little while his body was moving to you. before you knew it you bumped into the bed, yoongi’s hands catching you, while now you could feel his hot breath on your face. and bam. he smashed his lips onto yours but he didn’t move them. he just stayed like that waiting for you to kiss back. but you pushed him away, however he didn’t stop. grabbing you again he forced his lips onto yours, putting his hands on your wrists holding them up in the air while backing you against the wall.
and then you just gave in.
you started kissing him back hands moving to his back, not caring that he was still wet from the rain. your hands tangled into his hair while he put his hands on your waist, pressing into you. you two kept kissing and it felt like you wouldn’t stop. after a while you to broke off and you just stared back into his eyes, slowly a tear slipped by across his cheeks you quickly taking your thumb wiping it off. he took you up in his arms placing you on your bed while he climbed behind you, spooning you into his figure.
‘’i’m sorry you were lonely…I’m mad at myself for not coming sooner but I just didn’t know…’’ he quietly said
‘’shhh..it’s okay now..everything’s okay..’’ you said back to him. yoongi was also someone who didn’t know how to control his emotions, so you understood him not thinking about anything else but just him.
and you two stayed like that for the rest of the night, both not broken and not lonely, and again you felt happy just like you did before. with yoongi by your side.
Sunny Day and 80 degrees = Time for my favorite Sun Dress!
The weather today is amazing (compared to how not-so-great it has been). I threw on my favorite sun dress to enjoy the weather. My kids are with me, which is always a good thing. I was especially grateful though, because it was far more windy then I ever imagined. I had to constantly hold the material to my side so I would not flash anyone. They carried the the shopping bags for me and my daughter took care of the cart so I could hastily get back in the car :)
If you can’t tell from the pictures.. I feel down right amazing in this dress. I feel like it is because the colors seem to work well with my complexion, more so than almost anything else in my wardrobe.
Having the windows open with the sun shining in also provides incredible light for a mini-selfie marathon.
Well, I guess I better get back to doing my laundry (please ignore the towels on the bathroom floor and the clothes on the drying rack) ;-)
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A/N: Yo. Deal with this, because I can’t. This is like angst and heartache for the sake of it, also I don’t even know who I’m rooting for anymore, but hey it’s all good. First things first: this is a fic for @nuroxic because this gurl needed it and she’s AMAZING, so, that’s that. Secondly, please note that this part contains just as much Baron Corbin as it does Seth Rollins, but fear not, the second part will be all Sethie-poo. Finally, please enjoy my feelings, and tell me how you feel, too!
Summary: Today is day one: the first day of the rest of my life. The first day of falling out of love with Seth Rollins.
Warnings: Swearing, crying, betrayal, LOVE. No but really it’s all good.
Request from Anon:
Sherlock x reader. Jim kidnapped The reader who is also Sherlocks wife. She’s been missing for weeks and he’s done unspeakable things to her
So I wrote this a bit differently, I hope it works. I’d appreciate any feedback, I am really on the fence about this one. Thanks to @igottomuchfreetimeonmyhands for beta-ing and for the words of encouragement! Enjoy xoxo - Sarah!
Sherlock twisted the gold wedding band on his left hand and looked anxiously around the room. Officers and detectives alike were scurrying here and there. Lestrade had a phone glued to his ear and was barking out orders to anyone who would listen. His stomach churned with unease and he had to keep swallowing down the bile threatening to rise in his throat. He replayed the scene that he came home to just an hour ago.
Summary: Mick knew well how to make himself look pleasing. Especially to you. Eventually, his latest outfit brought out too many dark fantasies in your head. Dark fantasies you happened to share with his voicemail when you were drunk. Or was it his voicemail?
Pairing: Mick Davies x Reader
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, slight masturbation, drunk!reader, talking dirty things on the phone
A/N:@sinceriouslyamellpadalecki just started texting me this plot idea last night and gave me no other chance than to write it… also combined it with a request that was basically just Mick screwing the reader over the table haha. Enjoy.
When Mick told you and the Winchesters he had another hunt for you, you didn’t expect him to want to tag along. You knew very well that he wasn’t as experienced as a hunter and therefore weren’t sure if it was a good idea to bring him. But he insisted.
“I don’t like this,” Dean grumbled as the three of you headed out to Baby since Mick was still packing a few things.
“Give him a chance at least. They could really help us,” Sam said, earning an eye roll from Dean.
“Y/N, say something about this!” Dean tried to pull you into this discussion.
“You know very well that I’m neutral on this topic,” you sighed a little and sat down in the backseat.
“Will you ever finally pick a side? You can’t be like that forever,” he groaned and sat down in the car as well.