if i could reach out through your tv and strangle you i would

Good Girl (Smut)

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Request: Can you do something like Keep It Down but with Aaliyah being in the room.

Word count: 3,512

I was lying between each of Shawn’s thighs on the couch, my back resting against his broad chest and his arms wrapped tightly around me.

We were cuddled up and tangled together under a warm blanket, watching some random movie on the TV that Aaliyah really wanted us to see with her. Aaliyah was lying under another blanket in the beanbag in front of us, resting her head on the edge of the grey sofa.

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Fingers

Summary: Sam’s an amazing man, not only is he sweet, smart, and sexy. The man has some long and talented fingers as well. Fingers that hit the right spot, every time.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Reader

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Rated M

Warnings: Fingering, squirting, dirty talk, Sam’s magic fingers, smutty goodness

Word Count: 2,790

A/N: Thanks @impala-dreamer for beta reading! This was so freaking hot to write. I had to keep pausing. I hope y’all enjoy this as much as I did. 

Originally posted by painfulblisss


Sam’s room is illuminated by the Netflix menu asking who will be watching, Sam’s account or kids. It’s been on the same screen for like thirty minutes now, the remote has gone missing off the mattress.The wooden frame of the bed is creaking, as the sounds of desire break the impending silence in the room. The comforter was nearly kicked off the bed as you and Sam kissed each other roughly. You truly had the full intention of watching a movie together, seeing as how you hadn’t seen him in a week. As soon as you laid down next to him the atmosphere changed; the second the television turned on his hands were cupping your face, slamming his lips on yours.

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I Wanna Be Yours

Hey guys! I am so excited to share some of my new fics with you guys! WHOO! This is for @decemberftw who requested a fic based on the song I Wanna Be Yours by the Arctic Monkeys I hope you like it! This is the first time I’ve done anything someone has requested, so I hope it lives up to what you wanted. :) Thanks for being a wonderful follower! <3 Happy Sunday!!

Warnings: wittle bit of angst, fluff, sarcastic reader in a funny way, language like kind of not really

Today was the third Friday of the month. That could only mean one thing.

“MOVIE NIGHT WITH MAH BOYEEEEEEEZ!” You howled as you ran through the kitchen and crash landed on the couch, just missing Steve who was already lounging on the cushions.

“(Y/N), please, I’m begging you to stop talking like that.” Steve groaned.

“Steve, if you’re gonna call yourself my friend then you have to deal with every side of me, including the 90′s rapper side that makes the occasional appearance.”

He chuckled and shook his head while he handed you the remote to pick tonight’s movie. You glanced down at the clock and furrowed your brows.

“Hey, where’s Buck? It’s nine on the dot, he should be here.”

“He didn’t text you? He’s not coming,” Steve said cautiously.

“Not coming?” Your finger froze on the button it was about to push. “What do you mean he’s not coming? It’s our movie night.”

“Well, he’s with a girl, (Y/N), it is Friday night.” His defense made you snarl, but you took a deep breath to try and calm yourself.

“Okay, I’m gonna ignore that last statement and pretend you didn’t just disrespect our movie night.”

Steve snorted at you. You rocked in your seat to face him, tucking your feet under you and strangling a pillow in your lap. “Which girl is it now? Dot?”

“No. Uh, he said her name was…”

“Oh is it, umm, what’s her freaking name…” you snapped your fingers in the air until you remembered the blonde who only seemed to be able to access about 12% of her brain. “Kelly?”

“Uh-uh,” he declined.

“The one who lives down on Ferry St.?”

“No.”

“The one who works with Sharon?” You asked.

“That’s Kelly,” Steve chuckled.

“Jesus, I can’t keep ‘em all straight,” you shouted, completely exasperated and throwing yourself down on the couch.

“I think this is a new one anyway. He didn’t say much about her.”

“He never does.” You grumbled as you picked the first movie that popped up on the screen.

Before the opening credits ended you texted Bucky.

How dare you skip out on movie night.

You placed the phone on the coffee table and made yourself comfy as you watched the set up of the action movie you’d seen a couple times before.

A few minutes later your phone lit up with the most unflattering picture of Bucky, meaning he had texted you back. You sat up so quickly, the couch creaked. Steve spotted Bucky’s face on the screen before you could yank it out of his sight.

“(Y/N), he’s on a date, leave him alone.”

“Uh, I highly doubt it’s a traditional date, Steve,” you mumbled as you unlocked your phone and read the message.

I know, I’m sorry. 
I could bring her over and we could all watch something?

You growled aloud and shot him back a text. 

Absolutely not. No randos at movie night.

You tossed your phone on the couch next to you and tried to focus on the movie. A message lit the screen again and you looked down without unlocking it.

You’re a piece of work, (Y/N).

You sighed and burritoed yourself in a blanket, watching the explosions and gunfire on the television.

“What did he say?” Steve asked you once the violent scene had quieted down. 

“He apologized,” you grumbled. 

Steve sighed. “It’s harder than you thought it would be isn’t it?”

The confused look you gave him made it clear he would have to elaborate. 

“To live with us and hide how you feel.”

You shouldn’t be surprised that Steve knew about your feelings for Bucky. Steve and you had been friends for years and he knew you so well, it was like he always knew what was inside your head. 

“I just- he shouldn’t be hooking up with all these girls, ya know? It’s not good for him.” You practically whispered. 

Steve threw his arm around you. “He’ll figure that out.”

You sighed into his touch and leaned on his shoulder. The rest of the movie went by quietly until you both picked up and went to bed. 


The next day you went to the gym to blow off some steam and by the time you got back, Bucky was finally out of bed and making some coffee. He was standing in the kitchen, his long hair pulled into a messy bun, black tank top clinging to his chest and shoulders above thin, grey sweatpants. He was a sight to behold if you weren’t so angry with him for bailing on you and Steve the night before. 

“Good morning,” he said sleepily, sensing your presence as he focused on pouring his drink.

“Morning,” you answered quietly as you squeezed by his large body to grab a plum from the bowl on the other side of the counter. You bit into it as silence hung in the air.

Bucky finally cleared his throat. “How was the movie night?”

“Great,” you shortly declared as you reached to the top cupboard for a glass. Bucky’s eyes fell to your waist as your workout tank rose off your hips and your pale skin peeked out for a moment. You closed the cupboard with a slam and asked, “How was your night?”

“Fine,” he said, side stepping out of your way as you filled the glass with water.

“So you’ll be moving on rather quickly then.”

He sputtered and coughed as he choked on his sip of coffee. “What?”

“If your night was only fine, I’m sure you dumped her this morning and you’ll be moving on to someone new tonight, right?” you spat before taking a sip of your water, grabbing a napkin for your plum and heading out of the kitchen. 

“Hey! You can’t just say something like that and then walk away,” he said, grabbing your elbow and spinning you around.

“Well, it’s true, isn’t it?”

“That-that’s none of your business,” he stammered. When you scoffed, it sent him over the edge. “Is this all because I missed your stupid movie night?” he shouted.

“Well, that was quite the cherry on top, Buck! Since when are your hookups more important than me and Steve?”

“They’re not just hookups, (Y/N)! What kind of a guy do you think I am?” He yelled, ripping his fingers through his long hair.

“I don’t even know anymore! All the sudden you’re going through girls faster than you go through freaking underwear! What the hell happened to you? What are you trying to make up for?”

He pressed his lips together and refused to answer you. You shook your head and put your glass and plum down on the counter with a bang and stalked out of the room. 

“(Y/N)!” he called after you.

You spun around in the doorway. “What, Buck? What do you want?”

“I wanna be yours.” It was soft like a prayer, but you were sure you heard it. 

His words pulled at you, made your hands fall to your sides from their strong position on your hips, your jaw relaxed from its clenched position, the air pulled right from your lungs. But your heart soared as he continued.

“I really care about you, (Y/N). I try to be everything that you need- I try to give you everything you deserve, but I know I’m-Jesus you’re way out of my league and I know that, but I just- I don’t know.” The words flew out of his mouth like they were on fire. When he ran out of steam he sighed and stared at his bare feet on the kitchen floor.

“Bucky-” you started but he interrupted you.

“Ju-just forget it, okay?” He mumbled like a kicked puppy. With his head down, he crossed in front of you and got out of the kitchen as fast as he could before you could stop him.


The next day you laid out on your bed waiting for the sign from F.R.I.D.A.Y., but it never came. 

Later that night you asked her, “F.R.I.D.A.Y., do you remember the plan?”

“Yes, Miss (Y/L/N). But Mr. Barnes hasn’t left his room today.”

“He hasn’t?” you knew an AI couldn’t lie, but you were amazed at her answer. Maybe something else was bothering him or he was busy with paperwork from missions, he always let that stiff pile up. Surely he wasn’t that upset about what happened between you two in the kitchen yesterday.

You waited for her signal for hours before you finally let yourself fall asleep. He would have to come out sometime, you thought.

F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice startled you when she woke you up in the middle of the night. “Miss (Y/L/N), Mr. Barnes is in the kitchen.”

You rolled over and sat up too quickly, your head reeling from your sudden movement. You grumbled, “What time is it?” and though you weren’t really expecting an answer, the AI announced that it was 3AM. 

Throwing a sweatshirt over your head you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to follow through with her part of the plan. “This better freaking work,” you mumbled in a sleepy fog.

The elevator doors opened and butterflies flooded your stomach when you heard the slow guitar strums coming from the speakers in the kitchen. You sneaked down the hall and peeked your head around the door frame and you couldn’t help but giggle at what you saw. 

Bucky was frantically running around the joined kitchen and living room, pressing just about every button on every remote to try and turn the loud music off.  

You swallowed your fear and a little bit of your pride and stepped into the dim light in front of the refrigerator.  You took a deep breath and started to sing softly to the song and you ignored the heat running through your system when Bucky froze in his pace and stared at you.

“I wanna be your vacuum cleaner, breathing in your dust. I wanna be your Ford Cortina. I will never rust. If you like-”

Your soft singing was cut off by Bucky’s chuckles. “You wanna be my what? My vacuum cleaner?”

“God, Bucky, shut up! Listen!” you shouted, holding a finger up to the speaker as the song rolled on and the most important lyrics were about to be sung. You let the record sing for you because your voice was stolen by your nerves. 

“You call the shots, babe. I just wanna be yours. Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought.” 

Bucky’s smirk fell as he listened to the lyrics booming from the speakers. When he practically ran toward you, you involuntarily took a step back and ran into the cabinets. 

“Maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours,” it sang.

As the music swelled Bucky’s hands cupped your jaw and pulled your lips to his. You fervently kissed him back and when he was sure you weren’t going to run away, his hands fell to your waist and his arms wrapped tightly around your body, pulling you closer to him. 

The four words repeated over and over as he wrapped himself around you and you hid from the world in his long, thick limbs. Every breath was in sync as you ran your fingers through his hair and he fisted the back of your sweatshirt in his rough hands. 

The song ended seemingly as soon as it began and you pulled away from Bucky, his face still only inches from yours. 

“So, you had to wake the whole team up just so you could tell me you liked me back?” He said with a smirk.

“That’s your fault for eating dinner at three in the morning.”

“I was hungry,” he said, playfully pinching the skin on your back. “And where the heck did you find this song?”

“Youtube,” you said, as if it was obvious. “Do you get it? The song’s called I Wanna Be Yours and that’s what you said to me? Do you get it? I spent a lot of time on this, Buck, please acknowledge-” 

“Yes, I get it,” he groaned before stopping your sarcastic rambling with another kiss. You laughed against his lips and thanked Youtube for introducing you to the Arctic Monkeys. 

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a story where Scully is sick and tearful and Mulder comforts her? I love vulnerable Scully, there is not enough fanfic like that. Or do you know any tumblers that do XF sick fic or Scully sick fic? I am new to tumblr so not very good at navigating it, thanks

I have a fairly long fic where Scully’s sick, Mulder wants to comfort her, and she learns little by little to accept it.  It’s cancer arc, and it’s called Between Sorrow and Bliss.

As for vulnerable… this is an idea that’s been kicking around in my brain.  Set in S2, immediately after Irresistible.




She stands frozen in the motel bathroom, unable to make herself walk towards the bathtub along the far wall.  It’s like an open mouth threatening to swallow her whole, to finish the job that Donnie Pfaster had begun, hours before.

Scully had hoped hard that the motel would have rooms with just shower stalls, but they’d had no such luck, and she doesn’t want to go out into the room where Mulder is waiting and ask him to leave and find a different place to stay the night.  If she does, he’ll want to know why, and the last thing she wants is for him to know how deeply all of this is still affecting her.  It’s bad enough that she’d broken down in his arms at Pfaster’s house; she’s not willing for him to know she’s in here losing her mind over a bathtub.

You have to get clean, she tells herself sternly.  You will feel much better once you’ve washed the dirt and blood out of your hair.  She takes a single, tentative step towards the tub, and right away, her chest seizes up and she can’t breathe.  The tightness in her lungs is painful, she’s lightheaded immediately, and she sinks back against the closed bathroom door with a loud thunk.

In seconds, Mulder is right outside, knocking at the door.  “Scully?  You okay in there?”  She opens her mouth to call out yes, she’s fine, everything’s fine, stay out there, but her voice is strangled in her throat.  She can’t draw enough breath to get the words out.  “Scully?”  Mulder’s sounding panicked now.  She gives him about fifteen more seconds until he breaks the door down, and it’s the thought of having to explain to Skinner why the FBI is being billed for a destroyed bathroom doorframe that finally forces her to move.  

Scully wraps a towel tightly around herself and unlocks the door.  She opens it and steps back, looking down, still trying to force air into her stubborn, traitorous lungs, knowing that the moment she looks up at his face, he’ll see it in her eyes.

“The, uh….”  She takes a deep breath, managing to keep it from sounding like a gasp.  “The shower wouldn’t turn on.”  She risks a look at his face to find he’s frowning at her skeptically.  He crosses the bathroom, leans over and flicks the tap, which, of course, works immediately.  But the deep booming of the water rushing into the tub sets Scully off again, and before she can stop herself she’s backed against the wall, sinking down to the floor.  She’s dimly aware that her towel is slipping, but she can’t bring herself to care.

“Turn it off,” she hisses, and Mulder hastens to comply.  He crouches down in front of her, concern written all over his face.  He doesn’t need to ask what the problem is; he went through Pfaster’s entire house before they’d left the scene.  He saw the tub that had been prepared for her.  He reaches out and gently fixes her towel where it’s begun to gap at the bottom.

“Tell me what to do, Scully,” he urges her, his voice low and soothing.  “How can I help?”  She shakes her head.

“You can’t,” she says.  “I wanted… I just wanted to shower, that’s all… but… I just froze.”  She covers her face, ashamed, but Mulder’s having none of that.  He reaches out and takes her hand.

“Scully,” he says, “there’s absolutely nothing for you to be embarrassed about here.  I told you before, agents with way more experience in the field than you have folded on cases like this- and that’s without any of them having actually been abducted by the killer.”

“I just wanted to get clean,” she whispers, and she hates how weak her voice sounds.  Mulder nods.  He looks around, and, standing, he takes a small stack of washcloths down from the rack above the toilet.  He reaches down and takes her hand, pulling her to her feet.

“How about this?” he suggests, leading her out of the bathroom.  The motel room is the sort that has the tub and toilet in the bathroom proper, with a sink and vanity in a little area off the rest of the room.  “You can fill up the sink and use the washcloths to bathe.”  He shuts the bathroom door behind him.  “You won’t even have to look at the bathtub at all.  And if you want, I’ll go to my room and give you some privacy.”

“No!”  The cry is out of her mouth before she can stop it, and she blushes.  “I mean… you don’t have to go.”  She hunches her shoulders.  “I’m not ready to… I don’t want to….”

“You don’t want to be alone?”  There’s no judgement in his voice, only kindness, and she nods.  “Well… I’m not ready to leave you alone, so that works for me.”  And looking at his face, at the fear that hasn’t yet fully left his eyes, she realizes: this has shaken him badly.  He had to have been terrified when she’d gone missing, so soon after the last time.

“Okay,” she says.  “It’s a good idea.”  He nods and gives the hand he’s still holding a squeeze, then releases it.

“I’ll be right over here watching TV,” he says, and he leaves her to it.

Scully gets herself cleaned up quickly, taking extra care with the bruised and abraded patches, and she immediately begins to feel better.  Once her body has been scrubbed clean, though, she’s presented with a problem: her hair.  In order to wash it, she’ll have to somehow get her entire head into the sink, and it’s not very deep.  She’s not sure how she’ll be able to rinse out the shampoo without dumping water over her head, and she’s likely to make a mess.

“Everything okay?” calls Mulder from his place on the bed.  She wraps the towel back around herself and goes out to him.

“Yeah,” she says.  “I think I’m just going to have to skip my hair, though.  I can’t figure out how to do it without soaking the carpet.”  Mulder looks thoughtful.

“I could help you, if you want,” he suggests, and as Scully blanches, he backtracks.  “But if not, that’s okay,” he says quickly.  “If it would make you uncomfortable-”

“It’s not that,” she says.  “It’s just… he wanted to wash my hair.”  Mulder nods, thinking.  “I’m not sure how I’ll do with someone else doing it.”

“What if I talked to you, the whole time?” he offers tentatively.  “So you would know it was me.”  He goes over to the table by the window and seizes one of the chairs there, dragging it over.  “You can sit in this, on a couple of pillows, and lean back against the counter.  That way you can see my face the whole time.”  Scully bites her lip, thinking, weighing the possibility of panicking with the potential relief of getting the blood and dirt out of her hair.  And even if she does lose it, she realizes, Mulder isn’t going to judge her for it.  She takes a deep breath.

“Okay,” she agrees.  Mulder takes the pillows from the bed and puts them on the seat of the chair.  He folds a towel and lays it across the counter to cushion her neck, and unwraps one of the plastic drinking cups from the counter.  Scully sits down gingerly and leans back as he runs the water, fiddling with the hot and cold taps until he’s got the temperature right.

“Remember, you’re supposed to keep talking,” she prompts him, and he smiles down at her.

“My mom used to do this for me when I was a kid,” he tells her, as he uses the drinking cup to wet the hair around her hairline.  “I swam all the time- in the ocean during the summer, in the pool for swim team the rest of the year- and I was always getting ear infections.  So my mom would have me lie across the kitchen counter and she’d wash my hair in the sink to keep the water out of my ear.”  He squeezes her shampoo onto his hand and begins to work up a lather.  The scent wafts into her nostrils, and for a moment, her chest begins to constrict again.  She trains her eyes on his face and does not look away.

This is Mulder, she tells herself.  Mulder, who would never hurt you, who cares for you deeply, who doesn’t want to let you out of his sight tonight because he was so frightened of losing you.  Gradually, her breathing returns to normal, and Mulder smiles encouragingly at her.

“Samantha, on the other hand, almost never got ear infections,” he continues, rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, studiously guarding her eyes with his other hand.  “She didn’t do swim team, though, so she had less exposure to the water than I did.  One time, though….”  He smiles wryly.  “She did get one, after a nasty cold.  And my mother, for one reason or another, was out for the evening, and it was bath time, so I figured I’d wash her hair for her.”  He rubs conditioner on his hands and spreads it through her hair, massaging her scalp in a way that has her nearly groaning with pleasure.  “I had her lie on the counter, just like I always did… only, her hair was long, unlike mine, and I never thought to make sure to keep her hair out of the drain.  It got caught in the gears of the garbage disposal, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t work it free.”  He rinses out the conditioner.  “So I went for the kitchen scissors, and… well… let’s just say our mother had to take Sam the the hairdresser’s first thing in the morning to fix the worst haircut she ever had.”  Scully laughs, and most of the remaining tension leaves her chest.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t tell me that story before you offered to do this,” she says.  “I might not have agreed.”  Mulder laughs.

“Nah, there’s no garbage disposal in this sink,” Mulder says.  He turns the water off and hands Scully a dry towel.  “Okay, you’re all done.”  She sits up and dries her hair off, smiling at him gratefully, shyly.

“Thank you,” she says.  “I know hair-washing doesn’t really fall into the list of expectations partners should have for each other.”  Mulder’s expression softens, and he reaches for her hand.

“Scully,” he says, “you can expect me to have your back, always.  No matter what that entails.  You need me to cover you while you’re charging in to save the day?  You got it.  You need me to play beauty shop late at night in a cheap motel room?”  He reaches over, towel in hand, and catches a stream of water dripping from her hair down her neck before it reaches her shoulder.  “I’m there.  Whatever you need, Scully, I wanna be there for you.  Always.”

Ms. Jealousy

Confusion crossed Maggie’s face as an unfamiliar text message tone went off in her back pocket while she sat at her desk trying to complete the mountain of paperwork she’d be assigned. As she reached into her pocket and pulled out a phone that felt very different to the touch, she quickly brought it around to examine it.

Yup. Just as she suspected. The phone wasn’t hers, but her girlfriend of almost 7 months’.

The phone was covered with a case that read “Be with you, may the force” with Yoda’s signature ears coming into view at the very bottom. (A birthday present from Winn and Alex had loved.)

She pressed the home button on the iPhone and looked at the message on the screen over the picture of Maggie and Alex laying together on their couch both looking up at the camera with large smiles. (What? It could be important!)

From Lucy :) :) (9:44 am): I’m coming to see your ass. It’s been too long. Hope you missed me a lot ;)

Maggie’s eyebrows furrowed and she immediately felt a flood of jealousy down her spine.

Who the fuck was Lucy? And what was she doing sending Maggie’s girlfriend winky faces?

Maggie had to text back. It was for science, right? She had to find out what the X was in the equation.

To Lucy :) (9:45 am): And why would I miss you?                      

Maggie knew that Alex liked to give attitude through all forms of communication, except when her and Maggie were alone and Alex was the sweetest, most gentle human Maggie had ever met, but that was strictly reserved for Maggie and sometimes Kara.

Another message came quickly after that, startling Maggie slightly.

From Lucy :) (9:45 am): Oh, come on. You miss me and you can’t even deny it. You’re probably excited to see me, but I know you and you like to be a grumpus. Let me know where you’ll be at noon. Can’t wait to see you ;)

Another fucking winky face. Maggie was seething.

She stood quickly and pulled her jacket on.

“Where are you going? Cap wants these papers done by Friday.” Her partner McConnell asked.

“I’ve got some business to take care of.” Maggie growled. “Let Cap I’m headed to the DEO on official business.”

“Want me to come? You know I dig a good fight.” The man smirked.

Maggie wanted to slap it off of his pale ass face. “No. This is business I can handle on my own.”

She made her way out of the precinct and to her squad car quickly, her anger fueling her tiny body to walk faster than usual.

It only took her 20 minutes to get to the DEO where she parked her car in the huge lot with all the Agents’. As she made her way into the large building, she tried to get her thoughts in order.

Was Alex really cheating on her?

Maggie felt her heart ache at the thought. She had fallen for Alex harder than she had ever fallen for anyone. How could she not? Alex was smart, beautiful, caring, loving, understanding, strong, and so much more. She made it a point to tell Maggie how much she loved her every single day. And when she wasn’t telling Maggie, she was showing her. Through kisses, small touches, drawn baths, food ready when Maggie got to their apartment, and many other ways.

If this was all true, Maggie would be ruined.

Tears pricked her eyes as she flashed her badge of clearance, the Alex had begged Pam to give to Maggie, to the guards watching the front. She pushed them back once cleared and headed straight the elevator.

15th floor.

There she found Kara, J’onn, Winn, and Alex all around the center panel going over something on Winn’s iPad.

Winn was the first to see her and his face lit up like a kid on his birthday. She knew that Winn thought she was one of the coolest people he’d ever met. Besides Alex of course.

“Hey, Maggie!”

Alex’s head shot up at the name the biggest smile spread across her face. If Maggie hadn’t been angry, her heart would have leapt into her throat at the sight.

(Who was she kidding? Her heart was going crazy at the sight of the woman she loved.)

“Hey, Mags. What are you doin’ here? I thought you were caught up with paperwork all day?” Alex asked, the smile never leaving her face.

But Maggie really wasn’t in the mood for small talk.

“Can I talk to you?” Maggie asked, the emotion heavy in her voice. She glanced at Kara, J’onn and Winn who were all watching on with pointed looks. “Alone.”

Alex’s face showed confusion for a minute and Kara heard her heart rate pick up and J’onn heard her mind begin racing through what could possibly be wrong.  

“Uh, sure. Let’s go to my office.” Alex stated with a shaky voice.

As they walked away, Kara turned to J’onn with questioning eyes. He sighed back. “This isn’t going to be a pretty conversation.”

Maggie and Alex reached Alex’s private office a couple minutes later. The office was small, but nice. It was the size of an average bedroom and was furnished with a desk, a couch, a small television on the wall, and a twin sized bed.

It was where Maggie found herself napping while Alex was finishing work in her lab and Maggie didn’t want to be alone in their apartment. Alex would often finish in the lab and press kisses all over Maggie’s face to wake her up and take her home.

So many amazing memories.

Tears pricked at Maggie’s eyes again.

Alex sat on the bed and Maggie opted to stand with her arms crossed and her lips pursed. There was a few moments of silence as Maggie tried to get her emotions together in order to begin the conversation.

Sensing the emotions on her perfect girlfriend’s face, Alex decided to start the conversation. “Baby, whatever it is, you can talk to me.” She stated softly. The fear in her voice was evident.

Maggie took a deep breath. “I’m only going to ask you this one time, and you better not fucking lie to me.”

“Okay.” Alex nodded.

“…Are you cheating on me?” Maggie whimpered out, her eyes filling with tears as she got it out.

Alex’s eyes widened at the question and she immediately shot up from the bed. “What?! No!”

Maggie pulled out the phone to show to Alex with the message still on the screen. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Alex! Who the fuck is Lucy? And why is she asking if you miss her? And why is she coming to see you?”

Alex’s eyes quickly read the message on the screen. “Wait Lucy? Like Major Lucy Lane?” Alex cocked her head to the side. “Babe, Lucy is my boss. Her dad is the General. She oversees the desert base of the DEO and handles all of the affairs we have with The White House in D.C.”

Oh.

“W-What?”

Alex’s face immediately softened. “Lucy was one of my best friends.”

Maggie felt so so stupid.

“Oh.” Maggie swallowed.

“Yeah. And I never mentioned her because we had a bit of a falling out before she left and I really haven’t had the time to think about it, you know, with dealing with aliens trying to kill me every day.” She chuckled.

Maggie looked down at the ground and bit her lower lip. She felt so guilty for accusing Alex of cheating. Alex had never been anything but amazing to her, and she might have just ruined it all.

“Hey,” Alex softly stated, stepping forward to lift Maggie’s head to meet her eyes, “it’s okay. I understand.”

Maggie let tears fill her eyes again, but this time in remorse. A few fell before she got out a strangled, “I’m so sorry, Alex.”

“Maggie, it really is okay.” Alex smiled at her girlfriend, reaching up to wipe the tears away with her thumbs. “I mean, I get why you got so upset. If I had read a message like that with a winky face from a girl in your phone that I didn’t know, I would be pissed too.”

“But I just assumed. I didn’t even give you time to explain.”

“Again, I probably would have done the same thing. We can’t help our emotions.”

Yet again, Maggie was shown how amazing her girlfriend was and she was falling in love with her all over again.

“How did I get so lucky?” Maggie asked herself out loud while she reached up to cup Alex’s face.

“Eh. I’m not all that.”

“No. You’re everything. I love you so much.” Maggie whispered.

“I love you, too.” Alex leaned down to place a sweet kiss on Maggie’s lips. “Now, can we just freak out a little because Lucy is coming?! She’s always the life of the party, and to be honest, you’re probably going to love her.”

“I bet I will.” Maggie laughed. “But she isn’t allowed to send you winky faces.”

Maggie pretty much had a patent on that and it was enough to set Alex’s body aflame.

“Good luck with that. That woman is a flirt.” Alex chuckled.

Jealousy flared up in Maggie’s abdomen again. “If she flirts with you, she’s gonna go from Major to Minor in about 20 seconds.”

“Calm down, Ms. Jealous pants.” Alex joked, poking Maggie in the stomach. “I only have eyes for you.”

“You better.” Maggie joked back.

There was a pause and Alex gasped. “That makes so much sense! Of course I had your phone. I was really confused as to why Lena was thanking me about the ‘tips’ I’d given her.”

Maggie couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of her mouth at the sight of Alex’s grimace. “Sounds about right.”

“Gross!”

Bonus:

It took one look at Lucy Lane to have Maggie draped all over Alex all night. The woman was beautiful. Actually, beautiful was an understatement.

Hell, if Maggie was single, she’d be all in.

And Alex was right. Lucy was a flirt. And Maggie was pissed.

Maggie decided at that moment that she most definitely did not like Lucy Lane. 

For Ray! (Happy Birthday, @comebackbehere23)

(Below is how I imagined Maggie’s face when she was pissed. Smol angry marshmallow ;) 

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High Tensions - Eight

Spencer Reid x Reader

Glancing around Spencer made sure the office door was locked and the blinds drawn before walking over to where Y/N was bent over the desk, her skirt rucked up around her waist and her black lace panties pulled down. 

That ass, fuuuck. He just wanted to slam himself against it, it looked so pert and firm. 

She wriggled slightly, turning her head to look at him, cocking her eyebrow at him. “Hurry the fuck up Spencer please. I’m desperate here.”

Standing behind her and parting her legs, he could feel that she was. Warm silky fluid coated his fingers as he felt between her legs, making sure she was ready for him. 

“Say it Y/N, say it first,” he fumbled with the buckle on his trousers, pushing them down and taking his dick into his hand, stroking it; just waiting for her to say the words he’d been dying to hear from her for weeks now. 

She wriggled again, pushing her butt back towards him and looking back at him. “Spencer Reid, You win. I want you in me, now. Fuck me, and do it hard and do it fast. ”

He grinned and slowly started to push himself inside her slick entrance, knowing he wouldn’t last long this time but that he’d make up for it later. He began to thrust, her sweet gasps filling his ears as she clenched around him. He gripped her hips, using them as leverage as he drove himself in and out of her, feeling ready to explode almost instantly. 

“Y/N, I’m gonna come,” he groaned, knowing he’d barely lasted two minutes inside her warm center. His orgasm racked through his body, spilling free inside her. 

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. 

Spencer shot up in bed, reaching for his alarm clock and hitting the off button. 

Shit. 

He could already feel the warm sticky fluid inside his boxers. 

That didn’t count right? He couldn’t control his dreams right? 

He rummaged in his bedside drawer for some baby wipes. He didn’t want to get out of bed just yet, so he’d make do until he showered. 

Lying there his mind drifted back to last night. He had genuinely been so close to giving in, he wanted her so badly. That kiss with Emily had completely shredded any coherent thoughts and he’d had to dash outside to avoid grabbing Y/N and fucking her right then and there on the table whilst the whole bar watched. 

She knew what she was doing, but whereas most girls would play the lesbian kiss card as a joke, Spencer could tell that she’d very much enjoyed it herself.

Y/N had made comments in the past about finding girls attractive and having had girlfriends but it wasn’t until she’d openly said that she liked both that Spencer had realised that she was actually serious. And the blonde girl she’d been talking to was beautiful, so knowing that their bodies had been naked together, sharing intimacy had completely redirected the flow of Spencer’s blood. 

And then when she’d alluded to the offer of a threesome, with either her friend or Prentiss…..Spencer had literally been gobsmacked. Every bone in his body had been saying yes and even Derek was telling him to give in. He’d let down his fellow man by managing to turn them down, although he was wondering if that offer would still stand once he had actually managed to take Y/N to bed. 

Which he’d been intending to do last night. When she’d asked if he wanted to go back to hers and he’d found himself nodding, he’d just about accepted that he’d lost. It wasn’t until he’d been standing in front of her apartment door watching her search for her keys that he remembered that he hadn’t actually said the magic words. So he still technically had an out. And then he’d had a flash back to the elevator and how turned on she’d left him, talking about her lips wrapped around his dick. So he decided to have his own fun. 

The little moans and whimpers Y/N had been making would be a constant fixture in his mind now until he heard them again, and he knew this. But the look on her face when he’d walked away had been worth it. And her strangled shout after him had made him literally feel like he could walk into any bar, point at any girl and have her there and then. Not that he wanted to. Y/N was consuming all of his thoughts currently and he hoped she would be for a very long time. 

His phone buzzed, a text from Derek. 

“????”

He text back a simple, “Nope.”

“Seriously man! I can’t believe you turned that shit down.”

“Believe it Morgan. The bet is still on.”

Pulling himself out of bed, he made his way to his shower. Time to get on with his day. 

You’d spent the last four hours in the gym working out some accumulated frustrations on the exercise equipment, earphones in and your eyes averted from any attractive bodies that passed by you. 

Your credit card had also taken hit this morning, you needing some retail therapy to help get you through this. 

You hated Spencer right now, yet still completely wanted to bang him seven ways from Sunday. You’d been so sure, and so turned on, firstly by the kiss with Prentiss and then by Spencer’s mouth on your skin. 

Ugh. Stop thinking Y/N. 

You exited the gym, the image of him still filling your mind and you could swear you could actually see him two yards ahead of you, seated on a bench, his head immersed in a book. Was it really that bad that you were hallucinating about him now? 

Walking to your car you realised it was actually him, the bench was in front of a bookstore he visited regularly and you spotted a carrier bag on the seat next to him. 

Creeping up behind him you lowered your lips to his ear. 

“Spencer!”

He jumped, a girlish squeal leaving his mouth and causing you to giggle at him. He turned to glare at you and you dropped into the seat next to him. 

“Fancy seeing you here. Come here often?” The oldest line in the book, but you couldn’t cope with being witty today. 

He looked at you confused, “You know I do Y/N. That place is my favourite bookstore. So really I should be asking you what you’re doing here. So…… do you come here often?“ 

“Not overly…. But the gym was calling me this morning. I seemed to have built up a lot of tension some how that needed to punched out. So I punched it out. Quite literally.” You made a little boxing motion making little “Pow, Pow” noises as you undercut the air in front of you and mimed a duck. 

Reid laughed at you, “That’s so cute.”

You punched him lightly in the arm, “Cute! I’m not cute, I’m deadly.”

You joked with him for a few more minutes, just falling into casual conversation and then sitting with him, watching the cars pass you by on the road before you. 

“Spence, I’ve missed this.”

“Missed what?”

“Just hanging out with you. Without constantly trying to think of ways to get you fired up.”

He closed his book and placed it back into his bag, “You know what, I do too. What are your plans for the rest of the day?“ 

“Erm, I was gonna head home, have a hot bath and then veg in front of the TV for pretty much the whole evening. My live is so glamorous and all.”

“Okay, so go home and have your bath but then meet me at the cinema on Main Street at 6pm. They’re showing all three Jurassic Park films back to back in preparation for the release of the new one.”

You considered his offer. “One condition?" 

He nodded. 

"This little game thingy, is suspended. We go back to being normal Spencer and Y/N for the night. Because I genuinely can’t deal with another night of being turned on and then abruptly turned off again. And I don’t really fancy having to bring plastic sheeting with me to sit on.”

The chuckle that left his chest then and the grin on his face was so deliciously catching that you couldn’t help but join in. 

“It’s a deal Y/N. We’ll just hang out as a normal friends. No trying to convince you to sit on my face. ”

You burst out laughing before clarifying timings and headed home to get bathed and ready, actually looking forward to your evening now.  

Your evening was spent relaxing with best friend Spencer rather than fuck me now Spencer and you thoroughly enjoyed yourself. 

It was nice, just spending time with him and you’d forgotten how much you enjoyed just sitting with him, listening to him talk.  

He’d insisted on buying your ticket and popcorn for the movies and you’d accepted, telling him it was the least he could do after last night. 

For the first forty minutes or so of the film, you’d been on edge, thinking that he was going to use being in a darkly lit theatre to his advantage. Eventually you relaxed though, seeing how engrossed he was in the film, even though you knew he’d reel off the inaccuracies on the way home. 

Around the midpoint of the second film, he shifted in his seat; throwing his arm over the back of your seat.

Hmmm. Maybe he was just stretching. He left his arm there and you relaxed again until you felt an arm nudging you. 

Balls, you’d fallen asleep. The lights were slowly coming on and the credits rolling. 

“Come on sleepy head I’ll walk you home.”

Both of you lived pretty close to the cinema so you’d walked, meeting up outside the entrance. 

As predicted, Spencer gave you a list of the scientific inaccuracies as you strolled through the darkened streets together. You let him talk, enjoying the sound of his voice. He always sounded so sweet when he rambled, especially when he was talking about something he was passionate about. 

You stopped outside of your apartment building. 

“Thanks Spence. I had a good time tonight. Sorry for falling asleep, I just feel exhausted for some reason.”

“That’s okay Y/N. Three films is a lot to sit through, especially if you’ve spent four hours already at the gym. Maybe we can do this again sometime? Like actually hang out again?”

You nodded at him, “Yeah I’d like that. It almost felt like we were on a date though with you insisting on paying for everything.” You were teasing him but his eyes flickered slightly. 

You reached up to give him a quick hug good bye, and he surprised you by giving you a kiss on your cheek.

You lingered in the hug longer than necessary, your cheek burning from where his lips had been. 

Spencer pulled away first, “Well I’ll see you then. I guess we’re business as usual from tomorrow again?" 

You nodded and he smirked.

As he turned to walk away a thought a occurred to you. 

"Spencer,” you called. He stopped in his tracks. 

“Was this a date?" 

He shrugged, "I don’t know, was it?" 

"Did you want it to be?”

“Again Y/N…..I don’t know. I don’t really know what to call what we do when we spend time with each other anymore….And I don’t wanna mess anything up by calling this a date.”

Neither did you, but…. 

“Well we’re two friends who share a mutual attraction for each other and have spent the last few weeks actively trying to get the other to admit to wanting to bang the other.”

“So it was a date then?” Spencer asked, a smile playing on his lips. 

“I guess it was.”

Please, Oppa

hoseok x reader ; part two of “yes, oppa”

Genre: Smut
Word Count: 5100ish words
Oppa needs a good kitten.

A/N: So Im gonna be honest here and say I did not reread this cuz I promised it would be up tonight, so I’ll go back over it, edit it, make it better, and add a gif later. But here you guys go, please enjoy. I’m going the fuck to sleep because its 5:30am and I have work in two hours. You can thank the mother fucking cameraman for Music Bank, as well as my sunshine because mother of god, Hoseok, keep your goddam hands off your fucking cock while on live television, I swear to god -

It took the entire trip the bedroom plus the time in between being shoved against a wall and feeling Hoseok’s teeth on the flushed skin of your neck for you to come to terms with the fact that this was actually happening. Previous episode on the couch notwithstanding, you were actually about play with Jung Hoseok.

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I’ve Got You (part 9)

Pairing: Jongdae x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Canon AU, Smut

Description: You work for SM as it’s public relations specialist, and Jongdae is one client that you have to deal with far too much. Sometimes though, he isn’t all that bad.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13,

Originally posted by everybodyloveschen

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Practice (NSFW/ANGST)

We’ve been talking for so long. Now, we’re finally here in person. I taste pain and regret in your sweat. You’ve been waiting for me. …I can tell that you’ve been practicing…

Fem!Reader x Gladiolus Amicitia
Inspiration: Practice by Drake
Part 1 of 2
Word Count: 2170
Disclaimer: +18 MA/ Explicit Sexual Content/ Mild Angst/ Language/Mentions of abuse/Proceed at your own discretion

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W A I T. HOLD UP. JONGIN IS HIS HALFBROTHER? WOWOWOWOWOWOW. damn son. Btw how about Minnie? Will this connect to him too in some way?

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Originally posted by porkdo-bi

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“Do you guys really have to be that gross in front of me?”

You gasped, pushing yourself off Junmyeon’s lap and falling next to him on the couch, pulling your legs into your chest. You hid your face, shielding away the embarrassment as Jongin walked into the open space of the living room, a hand towel on his head.

“I regret letting you stay here,” groaned Junmyeon, rubbing his temples. “You have a house. Hell, dad gave you two-”

“Why do I have to leave?” whined Jongin, his hands reaching up to the towel on his head so he could dry his hair as he walked to the couch, plopping down next to you. “My house is lonely.”

“There’s this really cool thing called making friends, or getting a girlfriend, maybe getting a job or something,” continued Junmyeon sarcastically, narrowing his eyes at his younger brother. “I’m allowed to have sex in my own living room-”

“Junmyeon, I swear to god if you say one more word-” you started, stopping short as you felt Jongin grinning beside you. “Let’s just watch the movie, please watch the movie.”

The laugh that escaped Jongin was loud and whimsical as he joked, “I’m down, it’s not like I want to watch you and my brother go at it.”

“You wouldn’t have to if you didn’t live here,” muttered Junmyeon under his breath before he turned back to the screen.

You watched the pout form on Jongin’s face, and you felt a twinge of sympathy, biting your lip before you mused, “I kinda like having someone else in the house, it makes things more interesting. It’s like having a baby.” You reached over to Jongin, pinching his cheek, and making him wrinkle his nose, the towel dropping off his wet hair.

“Yixing’s always in the house,” grumbled Junmyeon, puffing out his cheeks. “And if you want a baby, we could just-”

The sound that escaped your throat had Jongin laughing again, and you slapped Junmyeon’s shoulder, hiding your face in your hands again. You groaned, feeling Junmyeon’s hand land on yours, pulling it off your face and intertwining it with his.

“Hyung, you can’t hate me that much,” Jongin chimed, grabbing the remote to change the channel on the television. “Besides, I’m exactly like a baby. All I do is nap and eat, and you don’t even have to change my diaper.”

“Can we not talk about babies, thanks,” you muttered, “I’m perfectly fine with Jongin.”

“That’s what you say now, but when-”

Junmyeon’s voice was cut off by the sound of his phone ringing, and he sighed, grabbing it off the coffee table and answering it promptly, giving you and Jongin a look that said that he wasn’t done with either of you.

“Uh, no, I wasn’t expecting any visitors,” he noted, tilting his head to the side. Suddenly, his expression hardened. “No, it’s fine. If he insists, send him up.”

Jongin looked at his brother worriedly as he asked, “Is everything alright?”

The nod that Junmyeon gave in response wasn’t reassuring at all, and you watched his eyes flash to you before going back to Jongin. Jongin nodded, as if he understood what he was supposed to do.

He was hiding things from you again.

“We should go inside,” mumbled Jongin as Junmyeon rushed to the door. You glared, shaking your head as you stayed planted in the couch, staring at the door. “Please, hyung isn’t going to-”

“I don’t care.”

You heard a sound at the door and watched Junmyeon open it slowly. Jongin’s hand was on your shoulder now, but you shrugged it off, keeping your eyes straight ahead.

The man behind the door was pretty, about the same height as Junmyeon with cat-like eyes and light, combed back hair. He seemed dressed for work, a clean white shirt tucked into his dark pants and had a familiar air about him. Junmyeon’s expression was hard as he tried to usher him into the hallway to talk, but the man leaned against the doorway, his mouth stretching into a smile.

You couldn’t hear what they were saying, they were talking too quietly, but with the man’s smile and Junmyeon’s frown, you knew something was up. They talked for a few moments as Jongin breathed next to you, his eyes wide in shock. He obviously knew the man, and you couldn’t help but think you did too, but you were completely blanking.

You continued to watch the exchange, when the man at the door suddenly made eye contact with you, his grin widening. He pushed past Junmyeon, starting towards you when Junmyeon grabbed his arm, his eyes flashing with a silent warning.

The man raised a brow, shaking him off before nearing you, leaning forward to prop one arm against the couch, his eyes leveled with yours. Junmyeon stood behind him, his fists clenched as if he was waiting for the man to do something that would make it okay for Junmyeon to strangle him. The man smiled.

“Didn’t I warn you about getting involved with this family?”

It suddenly clicked. You did know this man. He was the one from the casino, who seemed to know more about Junmyeon than you did. He grinned, tilting his head to the side, his eyes flickering away from yours to meet Jongin’s.

“Long time no see,” he winked, and you heard Jongin suck in a breath before responding.

“Hyung,” he nodded softly, and your brows furrowed slightly as you looked back at the man.

He licked his lip slightly, his eyes moving back to yours as he continued, “I haven’t introduced myself.” He held out a hand, and you watched Junmyeon flinch behind you. “I’m Minseok. I…work with Junmyeon.”

“And today’s Sunday,” muttered Junmyeon behind him, his eyes narrowing. “So I’d appreciate it if we could take care of this tomorrow.”

Minseok scoffed, his eyes staying glued to yours as he answered him, “For someone in such a high position, you do take quite a few days off.”

“For someone in such an insecure position, you sure do know how to push your limits,” shot Junmyeon, causing Minseok to turn back to him. “I think my uncle used to do the same thing-”

“Don’t,” hissed Minseok, his throat moving as he swallowed, “Don’t talk about my father.”

“Then get out of my house.”

You felt Jongin’s hand on your shoulder again, half in warning and half in comfort. You didn’t shrug it off this time, a sense of dread filling you as you watched the scene in front of you.

The smirk on Minseok’s face told you that it was far from over.

“What are you going to do if I don’t? Kill me?” he mocked. A cynical chuckle escaped his throat before he continued, “You’re so much more like your father than I thought you were.”

Junmyeon’s nostrils flared, and your felt Jongin squeeze your shoulder harder. You could feel the tension ready to snap, and your heart raced as-

An unfamiliar ringtone jingles, cutting through the silence. Minseok pulled his phone out of his pocked quickly, his eyes widening slightly as he saw the caller ID. He licked his lips softly, turning back to you before flashing a practiced grin.

“It was nice seeing you again.”

He left just as quickly as he came. 

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{Part 2} Mix Up // Kim Namjoon (University! AU)

Originally posted by y--oko

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, AU

Summary: It’s been 4 months since you accidentally got paired in a dorm with Namjoon - you both fight like an old married couple, but neither of you can deny the underlying feelings you’ve both developed for each other.

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Fuckboy Next Door (Jimin Smut)

Summary: Park Jimin was predictable. Cocky, good-looking, a flirt… a common fuckboy. Who just happened to live next to an apartment that you visited every weekend without fail. He was someone you swore to yourself you would never have sex with. But maybe going against your own promise was better than you thought. Smut.

(AN: okay, so obviously nothing could top the Jeoncheol threesome and I was feeling a little off my writing game when I wrote this anyway… I got waaay to into the ending and backstory once again, I hope the actual smut part measures up. Requested by @babyboo2018426835 and obvious smut warning -Tanisha<3)

House-sitting. Probably one of the coolest common chores a person could be hired to do. Getting paid to do measly tasks like take in the newspaper and water half-dead plants, and just lazy around and eat someone else’s food. It was really your idea of a good weekend.

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Requested: can I request a Jaehyun smut of any kind idc I’m just thirsty for that boy God save me

A/N: Everyone is thirsty for Jae, bless up

Word Count: 1,239



You sat between Jaehyun’s legs on the couch, his muscular arms wrapped around you and his long legs caging you in. Your apartment was filled with silence as you both stared at your TV screen, waiting for something to happen. He chose a raunchy horror movie for you both to watch, so far it wasn’t too bad. Loud and long moans spilled from your TV speakers, your breath got caught as you stared at the screen.

“Why are they-”

Jaehyun clamped a hand over your mouth and shushed you. His fierce eyes were trained on the TV, watching everything. You squirmed a little, trying to get his heavy hand off your mouth. You felt his arms tighten around you to stop you as you brushed the small tent forming in his pants. Suddenly a ghoul popped up on the screen. You let out a muffled scream and you both flinched backward.

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Daddy’s Little Girl (Peter ParkerxStark!Reader)

Author’s Note: Second series I will be starting. I hope you like this one–I’m already having a bunch of fun writing this!

Warnings: Physical fighting at the beginning, and then an argument.

Originally posted by thunderbirdthor

  You were screwed–no, more than screwed. Sweat dripped from your forehead. It stung your eyes. Your muscles cramped up, bruised from all of the hits you took, and you held your fists up.

  “I could do this all day,” you panted. Your knees yearned to buckle, but you used your last bit of strength in order to keep standing.

  Another fist landed in your side, causing you to grunt loudly. But then you kicked a gut, then slapped your hands against two ears, causing a scream of pain.

  And a roundhouse kick finished it off. The teenage boy stumbled back into crates, collapsing into them and breaking them. That was the third and final of them.

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“Who I Am Inside” Part 4

“Who I Am Inside” Part 1

“Who I Am Inside” Part 2

“Who I Am Inside” Part 3


We drove down to the local diner in town that was still open. It seemed like it was pretty deserted for a Wednesday night, but then again everyone was probably at the fire. Eric opened the door for me and Craig, and we sat down at the booth closest to the back. A waitress immediately came over to us and asked us what we would like to eat.

“I’ll take a double bacon cheeseburger with a nice cold one.” Eric said, as he checked the waitress out.

I watched as Craig gave Eric the death look. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to the waitress.

“I’ll just take a coffee. 2 sugars and some cream” I said, not very hungry.

“Make that two, please.” Craig chimed in.

As she filled out our orders, she walked away to give them to the chef. My hands were in my lap, and I was looking straight down at the table. Still trying to wrap my head around of what just happened. There was a comfortable silence for a few minutes, until Craig cleared his throat and started in with questions.

“Y/n, would you mind on telling us what you saw tonight?” He said softly.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” I said in low voice.

“Try us.” Eric said, both of them staring intently at you.

I told them everything. While I was telling them I watched their expressions change. They looked at each other when I was done, and had a conversation through their eyes. As they were talking to each other my eyes went over the TV that was playing in the corner. An old, rerun of Drake and Josh was playing. I used to the love that show when I was younger.

Drake and Josh were talking to the two nerds that they were friends with and I softly chuckled to myself, remembering this episode. As I watched closer, I saw the teacher taking roll call. I froze where I was when I heard the teacher call the nerds names. “Eric Blonowitz? Here. Craig Ramirez? Here.”

I looked over at the agents, as they were talking softly to each other.

“Oh my god, they are phonies.” I thought to myself. Suddenly not feeling safe.

I glanced around the diner and noticed the waitress coming with our orders. She place all of our stuff on the table and gave us a warm smile.

“Here you go, guys! If you need anything else, let me know!” she smiled and walked away.

Slowly picked up the knife at the table and pointed it at them. Only high enough to where the waitress could see. Fake Craig and Eric looked up at me, they both raised their hands slightly.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Fake Craig says calmly, trying to get me to put down the knife.

“You are not real agents, who are you?” I said trying to sound brave.

“What are you talking about? You saw our badges? Look Y/n, you’ve had a long nigh-” Eric says before I cut him off.

“Craig Ramirez and Eric Blonowitz. I knew your names sounded familiar. Only to find out that their the names of the nerds on an old tv show I used to watch. I mean like seriously, why did you pick those names to use together?” I spat, still holding the knife.

Fake Eric cursed under his breath and said,

“Damn it, Garth! I’m going to kill you!”

“Ok Y/n, you caught us we are not FBI agents.” He said, still trying to get me to lower the knife.

“Who are you guys then?” I asked, getting angry that they played me.

“Have you ever heard of ghostbusters?” fake Eric says with a smile.

Craig elbowed him in the chest and Eric let out a huff.

“We can explain everything to you, if you just listen to us” says Craig

“And why should I do that?” I questioned, pushing the knife a little closer at them.

“Because we’re your brothers” says Eric.

“I don’t have any brothers” I countered

“Do you know of a John Winchester?” Craig says

“No.” I said

“He is your father. My name is Sam and this is Dean.” Sam stated

I stood up from the table and tried to leave, but Sam caught my hand.

“My father’s name is Steven Greene and he’s a deadbeat. Him and my mom got divorced when I was 3.” I said trying get out of his grasp.

“Your mom never knew who the father was. She was in love with John, but she knew he couldn’t be a father since he was a hunter. So she told Steve he was the father. Steve wanted her to take a test to find out if you were really his, since you showed no resemblance to him. The test was taken when you were 2. He found out you weren’t his and that’s why they got divorced later.” Dean said, trying to explain to you.

You finally got your hand out of Sam’s grasp and slapped Dean across the face.

“You guys are unbelievable!” I said in the nastiest voice I could muster up.

I turned on the heel of my boot and stormed out of the diner. I made my way out into the cold night air. Trying to hurry so I could get as far away from as possible from them.


   As I ran inside my house, I slammed the door shut and locked it. They were still following me. I ran past the parlor and dining room to get to the kitchen, where the back door was located, so I could lock it.

While running, I felt something slippery underneath my boots. I looked down and gasped as I saw dark, red blood painted all over the floor. My hand went over my mouth, fearing for the sight I would see in the kitchen before me. I laid back against the wall trying my hardest not to let out my strangled cry. I slowly turned my head, and I didn’t even realize that I was screaming at what I saw.

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The whole kitchen floor was covered in blood. Scratch that. The whole room was coated in blood. I slowly made my way through the bloody floor, and past the counter. I dropped to my knees, and I felt every part of my body scream in agony. My mother and my sister laid dead on the floor. The sight overwhelmed me as I screamed bloody murder. I reached for my sister Nevaeh, holding her in my arms, trying to wake her up. When she wouldn’t, and I cried out

“MY BABY! MY BABY SISTER! NOOO! GOD, NO PLEASE! SHE NEVER DID ANYTHING! WHY!?!”

I saw movement from my mom and reached out to her.

“MOM! Mom, I will call the ambulance! I’ll get you help! Just please don’t die on me! I need you, Mom!” I begged my mom

She was barely breathing, but she turned to look at me.

“I should have to-told y-you. I-If I-I did things would have been d-different. P-Promise m-me t-this. P-Promise m-me that you w-will look f-for a man named J-John Winchester. He will e-explain everything! N-Now go! G-Go before it gets back! Now Y/n!” she said before her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“I’m not leaving you, Mom! I’m not leaving you here to die! Mom?” I said, before realizing she was gone.

There was big bang noise against the door. I glanced over, still holding my lifeless sister tightly in my arms. The door made another loud bang, before it opened. I saw Dean and Sam appear at the doorway and take in the sight. The horror on their faces was evident. Dean eyes finally reached mine, and he came over towards me.

“Y/N, we got to get you out of here before that thing comes back.” he said in commanding tone.

“I can’t leave them, Dean. Their my family.” I said

“Y/n, I’m sorry, but they are dead. The thing that killed them wants you, so we got to move now. So, you and Sam are going up to your room and packing your stuff while I hold this thing off. Got it? Good. Go! Now!” Dean said trying to sympathize, but also trying to get me hell out.

   He took Nevaeh out of my arms, and gently laid her down next to my mom. Sam rushed over to me and took my arm and dragged me upstairs. I could barely function, let alone pack my own bag, so Sam helped me. He grabbed my two huge Victoria secret bags out of the closet and basically threw my whole wardrobe in there. I grabbed my make up and threw in the other bag and shoes.

I saw my photograph album and grabbed it as Sam dragged me downstairs. When we reached the bottom my eyes spotted Nevaeh’s pink quilt. I pulled out Sam’s grasp and grabbed it. Then we ran out the door as Sam yelled for Dean.

   The three of us made a mad dash for the impala, and as I went to open the door, I saw the flames. My home and my family. Gone. Just like the Library. All I could do was stare while Sam and Dean talked. I held Nevaeh’s pink quilt to my chest tightly, inhaling the scent of what used to be my sisters.

“Where should we take her?” Sam said, trying to figure out what to do.

“Home.” Dean said matter of fact

“But I thought you-” Sam started

“She’s our sister, Sammy. We’re taking her home.” said Dean.

“Everything is going to be ok, Y/n. We promise. We will protect you.” Sam    said in a soothing tone

“You said our dad was a hunter. Are you both hunters?” I asked

“Yes, we are.” Dean responded

“Is dad still alive?” I asked curiously.

“No, he died a few years.” Sam replied

“Do you know, what thing was? That killed my family?”

“We think it might be a demon. Don’t worry, Y/n. We will kill whatever it was that did this to you.” said Dean

“No” I said

They exchanged looks again, and Sam asked

“What?”

“I don’t want you to kill it, I want to. It killed my family. I want it to be the last thing it sees before it bites the bullet.”

   I saw Dean give a wide smile. It almost looked like he was proud me. Then he said this

“Saving People, Hunting Things, It’s the Family Business. Welcome to the family sis.”

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War and Peace

Alexander x Female Reader

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Word Count: 2362

Warning: Cussing

Request: Could you do a alex x reader where alex finds out they’re super ticklish and he begins a tickle fight??

A/N: Surprise! Two in one weekend! This was just really fun to write. Sorry @ the requester if this isn’t exactly what you had in mind when you requested. You said “tickle fight” and I turned it into a tickle war. Also, I feel like this one is kind of choppy and doesn’t transition between scenes very well, so my apologies. But besides that, enjoy my first Alex fic!

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Netflix and Chill - Cas x Reader (NSFW)

Part 2.

Summary: You and Cas are watching a movie. At some point, you get bored, and decide to do something else.

Words: 1415

Warnings: Oral sex, dirty talk

Castiel x Reader

A/N: For some reason I really like writing about giving Cas oral.

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is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?

Group : BTS

Member : Jimin

Word Count : 1323 

Genre : pure smut, drabble 

Description : you’re naked on his bed as he comes home from work. 

a/n : requested by @jiminniemouse​ for the drabble game 

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im laughing omfg; Yoongi - “rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.” please? ;D

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“Rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

Gravity dragged you all the way down to the floor with the help of a hard shove. Thump. The pounding in your head was incessant and so was the irritation in your eyes as you glared at your best friend who had a dumb smile plastered on his face. Min Yoongi never smiled. Except whenever others close to him were in pain.

In this case, he was obviously pleased with your misery from the lack of sleep and unfavorable wake up call. “Min Yoongi, I swear to God I will murder you with my bare hands.”

“No time for that. Remember your debt to me?”

Glancing at the clock on your bedside table, you threw another dirty look at him. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’re coming to collect at 5 in the morning?”

“Exactly. Rise and shine, let’s go. We’re wasting daylight.”

“There is no daylight!”

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