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Crystals: Color and Use

The best way to work with crystals magickally, is to simply carry them in your pocket or touch them. You can also wear them as jewelry as a single crystal or combined with other complimentary crystals on places such as: over your heart or at your wrists, etc, to disburse the energies throughout the body. 


Cleansing Crystals

Many people often handle the crystals before they are bought by you, so aligning and cleansing them is recommended for purest energy. 

Crystal Alignment Meditation

  1. Stand before your crystals and close your eyes and focus on the moment
  2. Take three slow breaths: inhale to the count of four, hold for count of four, and exhale for count of four, and then hold for another four counts
  3. State firmly in your mind “My spirit vibrates in harmony with (insert crystal type here)” (Robbins & Bedell, 2017). 
  4. Continue to mentally recite the chant until you feel an energetic shift in yourself 
  5. Open your eyes and start to feel the crystals before you
  6. Hold them, touch them
  7. The crystal that is right for you will feel like its humming in your hand–the sensation of your energy and the crystal energy aligning 

Boosting Crystal Power with a Simple Cleansing Ritual

  • Materials:
    • Your crystals
    • Bowl of soapy water
    • Sea salt (in small bowl)
    • Bowl of cold water
  • Ritual:
    • Take all the crystals and put them in the bowl of soapy water. Use your hands to rub them clean
    • Chant as you wash clean: “Water, cleanse and clean. Remove the negative unseen” (Robbins & Bedell, 2017).
    • When the crystals feel lighter, individually place them in the bowl of salt. The salt will ground them in your energy and their energy, and remove any remaining energy
    • Next, dip them in the bowl of cold water to rinse off the salt, but keep the energetic process. As you remove them from the cold water, say “By the water, no more negativity. By the water, blessed be” (Robbins & Bedell, 2017)
    • Your crystals are now blessed and cleansed and ready for use



Color Associations

  • White: Pure spirit, innocence, blank slate (any purpose)
  • Red: Love, life, sex, romance, power, element of fire
  • Orange: Success, memory, gaining energy 
  • Green: Money, fertility, success, growth, life-earth element
  • Blue: Healing, peace, dream work 
  • Gold: Money, success, Sun God
  • Yellow: Success, luck, element of air
  • Silver: Intuition, money, psychic ability, Moon Goddess
  • Purple: Intuition, psychic energy, mental focus, spirituality 
  • Black: Protection, grounding, strength 

Magickal Associations

  • Amethyst: Dreams, healing, psychic ability, peace, love, protection against thieves, courage, happiness
  • Aventurine: Mental focus and psychic ability, eyesight, gambling and general luck, money, peace, healing
  • Bloodstone: Healing, victory, courage, success in legal matters and business, wealth
  • Carnelian: Peace, relief from depression
  • Citrine: Success, protection, anti-nightmare, psychic ability
  • Clear Quartz: Boosts any other crystals or herbs, spirituality, protection, healing, psychic ability, power
  • Diamond: Spirituality, reconciliation, help with sexual dysfunction, protection, courage, peace, love, healing, strength 
  • Emerald: Love, money, mental focus and psychic ability, protection, exorcism, eyesight
  • Fluorite: Mental focus and psychic ability
  • Garnet: Healing, protection, strength 
  • Hematite: Grounding, healing, divination
  • Iron Pyrite (Fool’s Gold): Money, divination, luck
  • Jadeite: Love, healing, longevity, wisdom, protection, prosperity, money
  • Jet: Protection, anti-nightmare, luck, divination, health
  • Labradorite: Peace of mind, peace, happiness, tranquility, relaxation
  • Lapis Lazuli: Healing, joy, love, fidelity, psychic ability, protection, courage
  • Malachite: Power, protection, love, peace, business success
  • Moonstone: Love, divination, psychic ability, gardening, youth, protection, dieting, Moon Goddess
  • Moss Agate: Gardening, riches, happiness, long life, fertility
  • Red Jasper: Protection against poison and negativity, curing fevers, healing, beauty, grace
  • Rose Quartz: Love, open-heart chakra, peace, happiness
  • Ruby: Wealth, protection, power, joy, anti-nightmare
  • Smoky Quartz: Grounding, relief from depression
  • Sunstone: Protection, energy, health, sexual energy, Sun God
  • Tigereye: Money, prosperity, courage, energy, luck, divination 

Medical Associations

  • Amethyst: Relieves arthritis, asthma, anxiety, fatigue, insomnia, and stress; improves circulation 
  • Amber: Relieves asthma, constipation, and headaches; boosts energy
  • Aventurine: Relieves anxiety and fatigue, boosts immunity
  • Bloodstone: Improves circulation, relieves fatigue, boosts immunity
  • Carnelian: Relives arthritis and fatigue, improves circulation, aids concentration, aids fertility, boosts energy 
  • Citrine: Relieves constipation, improves digestion 
  • Clear Quartz: Aids concentration, boosts energy, immunity, and the properties and strength of all other crystals
  • Diamond: Relieves anxiety and depression, purifies, cleanses, regulates hormones
  • Emerald: Relieves asthma, detoxifies, cleanses, boosts immunity, relieves headaches
  • Fluorite: Relieves arthritis, aids concentration (note: do not use in an elixir or crystal water) 
  • Garnet: Relieves arthritis and depression, improves circulation, aids fertility 
  • Hematite: Relieves anxiety, arthritis, headaches, and insomnia; improves circulation; aids sleep
  • Iron Pyrite (Fool’s Gold): Relieves asthma, improves digestion
  • Jadeite: Relieves depression, balances the nervous system
  • Jet: Relieves headaches and depression
  • Labradorite: Improves digestion, relieves stress
  • Lapis Lazuli: Relieves depression, headaches, insomnia, and stress; boosts immunity
  • Malachite: Relieves asthma, boosts immunity (note: do not use in an elixir or crystal water)
  • Moonstone: Relieves anxiety, aids fertility
  • Moss Agate: Relieves depression, boosts immunity
  • Red Jasper: Improves circulation, aids concentration, relieves constipation
  • Rose Quartz: Relieves anxiety, headaches, and stress: aids fertility 
  • Ruby: Improves circulation, relieves constipation 
  • Smoky Quartz: Relieves anxiety, stress, and headaches
  • Sunstone: Relieves depression and fatigue 
  • Tigereye: Relieves anxiety, asthma, and depression

Crystal Water

This is an energetic healing-water prepared in a glass or jar, with the correct combination of crystals. To make your water:

  • Place the crystals in the bottom of the glass or jar
  • Set outside in the sun, or by a sunny window
  • Let sit for 2-8 hours
  • Once done, strain the water into a clean glass and store
  • Dosage is 2-3 drops in a glass of water or juice 3-4 times daily 

Note: Some crystals have metallic components and may contain iron or other substances that you should not drink or touch. These minerals include malachite, azurite, fluorite, jet, sulfur, serpentine, tigereye, tiger iron, and turquoise. To still obtain the crystal water energies from these crystals, you should use the No-Touch Method.

No-Touch Method

What you will need

  • Small bowl 
  • Large bowl
  • Crystals
  • Water
  • Bottle or jar
  1. Place the crystals in the small bowl
  2. Place the smaller bowl within the larger bowl
  3. Fill the larger bowl with enough water that the water level is above the height of the crystal(s) in the smaller bowl (BUT DOES NOT OVERFLOW INTO THE SMALL BOWL) 
  4. Place the bowls outside in the sun or on a sunny window for 2-8 hours
  5. Bottle the water from the larger bowl and store
  6. Usage and dosage is the same as above

Recipes 

  • Anxiety Relief: Amethyst, rose quartz, moonstone
  • Arthritis Relief: Carnelian, garnet, hematite
  • Asthma Relief: Amethyst, iron pyrite, tigereye
  • Constipation Relief: Citrine, red jasper
  • Depression Relief: Garnet, jadeite, lapis lazuli, sunstone, moss agate
  • Digestive Relief: Citrine, iron pyrite, labradorite, energy boost, carnelian, clear quartz
  • Fatigue Relief: Aventurine, carnelian, sunstone
  • Fertility: Carnelian, garnet, moonstone, rose quartz
  • Headache Relief: Clear quartz, hematite, lapis lazuli, rose quartz
  • Immunity Boost: Aventurine, bloodstone, clear quartz, lapis lazuli
  • Improve Circulation: Bloodstone, hematite
  • Improve Concentration: Carnelian, clear quartz, red jasper
  • Insomnia Relief: Amethyst, hematite, lapis lazuli
  • Stress Relief: Lapis lazuli, smoky quartz, rose quartz 

Source 

Robbins, Shawn, and Bedell, Charity. The Good Witch’s Guide. New York: Sterling Ethos, 2017. Print.

An Aquarius was throwing and making a mess in his own room after he found out that she, his girlfriend, had finally moved on without him. I looked as he cuss and threw away some of the mementos of her, and finally stopped when he found an old photo of them together at a photobooth. He sat down and started to burst into tears. “If only.. If only I told her everything, and hadn’t kept it all in, maybe she would’ve stayed..” he said through the tears.

An Aries looked through his twitter and found a picture of his ex with someone else, he let out a soft chuckle. “Oh shit..” he laughed, and slowly he stood up and continued to laugh. “Look at this. Look at her.. Oh, she’s.. she’s fucking hilarious.” He slowly started to laugh so hard, and I watched as he began to shake and slowly made his way to the balconey and started to scream about her, just screamed her name and called her names and how he hated her but finally he broke down and cried.

A Cancer started shaking and tries to grab his phone out of our reach. “Please, let me just call her..” we shook all our heads and told him to just stay put. He begged that it’ll be just for tonight. We told him that he has had enough, but he wouldn’t listen. He wanted to call her so bad, but the truth is.. she’s about to have her wedding in a week, and he was going to tell her he still loves her after all these years.

A Capricorn and I were out in mid-town late at night, and he had too much to drink. He sways as he walks, and suddenly one of Bryson Tiller’s songs played through one of the bars nearby and he let go of me and sang through the whole verse. He finally stopped and looked at me and said, “This shit, that’s me. I wished God would saved her for me. That’s it, and fuck.. I’m not really at my best at the moment, but I loved her.”

A Gemini breath out smoke after inhaling his cigarette and he looked at the city lights from our view. “I miss her..” was all he said, taking another inhale from his cigarette. He looked at me and gave me a small smile and back at view.

A Leo drank with me, and place an arm around my shoulders and said, “I shouldn’t drink too much. These crazy thoughts are hunting me again, and I just want to crush the world. Ha, oh she’s in my head. My ex, you know? She’s in here again and.. fuck! I hate her. I miss her. You know we’re talking again, right but just as "friends”? I want more than that..“ He gave me a small playful slap on the cheek and walked to get another drink. It’s going to be a long night.

A Libra rushed to her house, knocking at her apartment door. But it was locked. Ran back downstairs and started calling her name out her window, trying to get her attention. She finally opened the window and told him to leave. I watched from the car, as he asked for her forgiveness. She shook her head and said it was too late for him.

A Pisces admitted to me how he still thinks about his ex, and how he still calls out her name and how his mind would play memories of her every single day. He can’t stand the nights because his mind would play her, her voice, her smile, the way she would call him everyday and she was his rock. As he sits here with me, tears roll down his cheek and he said, "Now here I am still holding on to her, just waiting for a sign that maybe she’d come back, and maybe we can try again.. but also maybe she’s with someone else, who.. who treats her well than I could’ve had and.. I want her to be happy, I do, but I wish.. right now.. she could be happy with me, and I am so selfish for it..”

A Sagittarius once said that he used to think too much about the relationship and how every time he was with her he would start to overthink every scenario of how she would leave him, and he would tell her and she would shook her head and promised him she would never leave… and now that she’s gone he still can’t stop thinking about her..

A Scorpio said to me, “I’m just not too sure if I could ever ask her to come back. I really messed up, you know? I could try, but would she ever give me another chance to prove to her my real worth? Can she really do that..?” I was a little loss for words. Knowing Scoprio and how he is, he seemed to be really serious about her. I just didn’t know what to say.

A Taurus and I passed by a coffee shop and he paused and peered through and saw his ex with someone else, and she’s laughing and holding this man’s hand. He gritted his teeth and his fist clenched. I put a hand on his shoulder and told him to let it go. It’s been years since they’ve together and been a two years after their break up. He slowly looked down in defeat and sighed. He walked off ahead of me..

A Virgo and I were driving out late one night around the city, and all the songs he played were just old, sad R&B music and I would watch him from time to time as he mumbled some of the lyrics to himself and would let out a small smirk when the singer goes and says, “I love you and miss you..” and he shook his head. We pulled up to a parking lot, and he got out and looked at me and said, “I do miss her, but do you think she misses me..?”

—  Regrets..
✨Stay afraid but do it anyway.✨

And perhaps I’m a little touchy on the subject and maybe I hold Carrie a little too dear to my heart, but the reason I do is because Carrie Fisher helped me realize I was mentally ill.

Oh I knew I was crazy, in the same vague way you worry that you’ve left the stove on at home, despite not having cooked yourself a meal in weeks because you’re too depressed to eat a proper meal. (Except you don’t call it that, you call it “laziness” and maybe try and convince yourself it’s a new diet called “whatever requires the least amount of effort to put calories into my face”.)

Something was “off” inside my head, but no one seemed to care about it too much. Even when they threw me into eating rehab for a perceived eating disorder—despite lacking several of the vital criteria on the checklist to have typical eating disordered behavior—no one gave too much of a shit. I was just a girl who was “too nervous”, “too in touch with my emotions”, “too fragile”, I was “attention seeking”. And their remedy to this was ignore me and wonder why I crashed and burned at regular intervals, blame me for being selfish, then go back to not giving a fuck until it inconvenienced their life again.

I was crazy. But maybe I wasn’t. Maybe if I just tried harder…so I learned to cope. I became the one who Coped. I was There For Everyone. I became Reliable and above all else, I learned to be Funny and make It funny.

My mother still hates that. She thinks it’s crass for women to be funny. Personally I think I’m fucking hysterical, but then what do I know, I’m fucking nuts.

Later, now with hindsight and being able to look at my life from a safe(-r) mindset surrounded by people who care and want to help, I realize that what I was going through was (and is) untreated PTSD. Whether or not the PTSD caused the other issues, like the depression, the anxiety, the compulsive behaviors or the ADHD I think I might have, I don’t know. I likely will never know, because the Thing happened and shot my still developing child brain into a million tiny fragmented pieces of unparalleled terror and poor coping mechanisms. It doesn’t really matter at this point, all that matters is dealing with all of it as best as I can, however I can. But there’s a very real chance I might never have gotten to this stage if I hadn’t found out that Princess Leia, my childhood icon who helped me feel brave and strong while my world was ending, had written a book about living with mental health issues.

I wasn’t sure what to expect from it to be honest. I knew vaguely, that Carrie Fisher had issues. The word “junkie” had been used by my father—while unironically taking a drink from his self-medicating poison of choice and my mother tutted and tisked about how some people just ought to pull themselves together

Ten, maybe twelve minutes into the book locked away in my room, I can’t even tell you anymore whether I was crying because I was laughing so hard or if I was laughing because I was crying my heart out, but I was having a fucking revelation.

This was me, holy shit this was me, this was me, this was me, an unboken mantra in my head pounding to the beat of my heart, this was me, this is me—I do exist.

That’s a weird thought to have, right? I do exist. 

It wasn’t, “I’m normal”, because normal is not this. It’s not feeling like your mind is running a million miles a second in circles while simultaneously wading uphill through treacle and juggling chainsaws while trying to keep all your Life Plates spinning and oh gods someone just handed you a kitten to look after. What it is however, is fairly common, and suffered with varying degrees of severity by a rather sizable chunk of the world’s population. I mean, who knew? I sure as shit didn’t. I thought it was all in my head.

You know what I mean.

I’m told some people get up in the mornings and go through their entire day without once having an intrusive thought or struggling to do basic shit like take a shower and manage to remember to feed themselves. I know, seems fake right? It certainly does to me.

And here was Carrie, my Princess Leia, laying out her issues past, present and probable future, in what remains one of the funniest, most brutal attempts at self-lobotomy on paper I have ever had the privilege to read. I consumed that book in mere hours, I devoured her words and breathed them in like inhaling steam in a sauna and breathing out fire in their wake and moved onto her next book, then her next, then her next, and by then there was this blessed thing called Twitter and it should be impossible to be hilarious and poignant through 140 emojis or less, but that was the kind of brilliant she was. And this was me, this was someone like me. And she was witty and brilliant and funny and yes, things were difficult for her and yes, some parts of her life were an absolute clusterfuck of mistakes, addiction and general all round fuckery leading up to that point…but she was still there, y’know? She was still there.

And it breaks my heart a little every day, knowing that I’ll never be able to tell her how important that was to me. And to thank her for it.

So instead I try to pay it forward. Every day, from one day to the next, I try to be a little kinder, a little brighter—a little more like Our Lady Carrie—and throw two loving sparkly middle fingers up at the world that tries to stamp out and demonize the notion that mentally ill people like me, like you, exist. 

And we deserve to exist, and more than that, we deserve to be treated with human fucking decency.

And if you are of a mind that the latest news surrounding Carrie’s death means that she was any lesser of a vital energy force in this world, that she mattered less, that her words were less important or that she “deserved” to die because they found drugs in her autopsy report, it is with my profound and heartfelt best wishes, that I invite you to cordially:

✨🖕✨🖕✨🖕✨ Go Fuck Yourself ✨🖕✨🖕✨🖕✨

Don’t bother to RSVP.

There’s My Girl (Tom Holland Imagine)

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

request: “Would you mind writing an imagine where tom comes home late to find the reader asleep in the office from studying and so he carries the reader up the stairs and they wake up in his arms and it’s just cute and fluffy and leads to cuddling or something?? Thank you so much!!!! Love your writing btw!!” (requested by anon)

short summary: ^^

length: 941 words

warnings: none

A/N: just a quick/short little thing, i was feeling a bit inspired last night tbh sorry it’s shit (also ik i’m doing requests out of order i’m also sorry for that too)


Tom had had a particularly long day, as both of his flights back home had been delayed for several hours each. He was a bit peeved considering how excited he was to see you earlier in the day and take you out for dinner, but those plans came to a halt seeing as it was currently 2:15AM.

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Complicated

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam 

Summary:  Dean gets a little jealous/turned on watching reader hustle pool.

Word Count:  2200

Warnings:  Smut, Language

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by kissabledeanw

Complicated

I watch her from across the bar, from the booth Sam and I snagged by the wall. She knows my eyes are on her, it’s part of the thrill. It’s her night to hustle pool, she insists on contributing. I know she can handle herself, but I get kinda protective watching her.  

And jealous. I mean, I know it’s part of the con, the way she leans over that table, the way her breasts press together when she lines up a shot. The way she giggles and smiles and teases her marks.  

She told me once that there were two rules for a woman hustling pool. First, make sure the guy you’re hustling feels like he can easily beat you. Building their confidence is key. Second, make them feel like they have a shot at fucking you. Follow those two rules and you’re golden, she said. Every fucking time.

Men underestimate her when she’s in the short skirt and the tank top with plunging neckline. If I’ve learned one thing in this life, it’s never underestimate a woman. She proves the rule. Sam and I always keep a close eye on her, because there’s always that one guy that pushes a little too hard, a little too fast, gets a little too handsy.

She’s never needed us for backup, but it never fails to make my blood boil when they put hands on her. She lets them, it’s part of the game. They’ll wrap an arm around her waist or line up behind her to “help” her with a shot. I know it’s all part of the hustle, but it makes me feel a little crazy. And it makes me horny as fuck.

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All Yours (Connor Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2116

Warnings: Gets pretty steamy (I’ll seperate it in case y'all are uncomfortable with it), sad Connor, language, fluff

Summary: Connor has a (bad) habit of sneaking into his girlfriend’s bedroom when he’s feeling down. Y/N doesn’t mind at all.

A/N: This is a combination of two requests. One from an anon who wanted Connor sneaking into the reader’s room when he’s feeling upset, and eventually breaking down, and one from @lildipstick who wanted fluff or smut with Connor Murphy. Hope you guys enjoy!

I scrolled mindlessly through tumblr, the bright screen and The Book of Mormon cast recording the only things keeping me from falling asleep. I looked at the time on my laptop screen and exhaled when I read it. 12:30 AM.

I suddenly heard a noise that sounded slightly sinister and I pressed pause on the music, taking my headphones out. I said there in the semi dark, my laptop screen illuminating my face.

My window suddenly opened and I jumped, letting out a curse. “Connor Murphy, you bastard. Give me some warning next time.” I said, as Connor’s lanky frame clambered into my bedroom.

“I don’t know exactly when I’m going to need a break from my family, so I can’t give you warning when it happens.” Connor said smugly, shutting my window behind him.

“Whatever you nerd. You interrupted my nightly Book of Mormon session, so I hope you feel bad.” I retorted as Connor sat down on my bed, glancing at my laptop screen.

“You and your goddamn Broadway shows.” Connor mused, laying down on my bed. “Excuse you, Broadway is wonderful. It’s not gay if you listen to it, Connor. Jared likes it.” I said and Connor snorted, sitting up.

“Jared is gay.” Connor retorted and I felt my cheeks go red. “Bad example, but you get my point. Correlation, not causation.” I said, hoping I didn’t sound like too much of an idiot.

“I didn’t think it was possible for someone to get so worked up about musical theatre.” Connor said, his dark hair half up in a bun. I snorted and Connor looked at me strangely.

“If you think that’s me getting worked up about theatre, you should see me when someone tries to convince me that all musicals are pretty much the same. That’s getting worked up about theatre.” I said, huffing slightly. Connor just chuckled, reaching across and tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

“You’re cute when you’re annoyed. Your face kinda screws up, and it’s adorable.” Connor said casually, and my cheeks went an even brighter red.

“We’ve been dating for 3 months and you still blush when I compliment you.” Connor said, moving my laptop out of the way and pulling me close to him. “I’m not used to people saying nice things about me.” I muttered and Connor let out a sigh.

“Neither am I, Y/N. I guess we’ll have to be each other’s firsts.” Connor said and my eyes widened, suddenly aware of how this might look to my parents. Connor chuckled at my expression, kissing my cheek gently.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Y/N, but if you want to.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I scoffed and shoved his side playfully, burying my burning face in the crook of his neck.

I inhaled his scent and noticed that there was a smell missing. A smell that usually coated him. “You haven’t been smoking.” I said, but my tone made it sound more like a question. Connor nodded, and I looked up at him.

“I stopped smoking when we started dating. Weed used to be my therapy, sure, but I’ve got a new form of therapy right here. That’s why I always come here when I need a break from everything that’s going on. Nothing helps me get my mind off things better than you.” Connor said, playing with my hair as he spoke.


KINDA SMUTTY PART KIDS

I pressed feather light kisses up Connor’s neck, knowing exactly the spot to put a little more pressure. Connor took in a deep breath and shuddered slightly, and I could feel his heartbeat speed up.

“Y/N.” He breathed out shakily, and I looked up at him with mock innocence in my eyes. “Yes?” I said innocently, although the smirk on my face betrayed any innocence in my voice.

“God, you don’t know what you do to me.” Connor growled, his voice low and husky. “So then why don’t you let me know.” I replied, capturing Connor’s lips in a heated kiss. I slipped one arm around his waist, and tangled my other hand through his hair.

Connor eagerly kissed back, and I leaned forward, pushing him down onto his back. “Y/N.” Connor said, panting slightly as he slipped his hands under my shirt, his slightly calloused fingers running over my skin.

He quickly slipped my shirt off, and his hands moved further up my chest. My breathing quickly became laboured, and I could tell Connor noticed. He simply smirked, and I retracted my hand from his hair and moved it to the front of his jeans, noticing his expression change to a look of shock and bliss. 

“Shit.” Connor muttered, disposing of his shirt as my hands were… preoccupied. “You sure… you wanna do this?” Connor breathed out, his eyes half closed.

“Does this answer your question?” I said, undoing the zipper on his jeans and tugging them down, the bulge in his underwear significantly more noticeable now. Connor’s response was a low moan, and I smirked to myself, in awe of the effect I had on him. “I’m all yours, baby.”

KINDA SMUTTY PART OVER


Connor and I laid on my bed together, the both of us sweaty yet immensely satisfied. “Holy shit.” Connor muttered, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck.

“I know.” I said, shivering as his breath tickled the sensitive skin on my neck. “I don’t not think this was how the night would go.” Connor said, snaking his arms around my waist.

“Neither did I, but I’m glad that’s how it ended up.” I said, glancing at the numbers on my alarm clock. 1:00 AM. “So.. what prompted tonight’s visit?” I asked after a stretch of silence. Connor took in a deep breath, and I immediately felt like I’d hit a nerve.

“It was mom and dad. They were… they’ve fought before, sure, but nothing on this level. They were screaming, and I’m fairly certain I heard something get thrown.” Connor said softly, and I let out a sad sigh.

“I… I can normally cope with it, because I always come to you, but for some reason, this is more than I reckon I can deal with.” He said, and I felt hot tears hit my skin. I turned around so I was facing Connor, his eyes red.

“Hey, hey, babe, I’m here.” I said, circling my arms around his waist and pulling him close to me. He started gently sniffling and I simply held him tighter, our bare chests pressed flush together.

“When it all feels like it’s too much. Like you can’t bear another day. You know exactly where to find me. Just sneak in through my bedroom window, and if I’m asleep you can just slip into my bed. I honestly won’t mind.” I said, rubbing Connor’s back soothingly, kissing his forehead.

Connor looked up at me with a look of astounding love and gratitude in his eyes. “I love you, Y/N.” Connor said, my breath hitching as he uttered those three words that neither of us had spoken to the other before. 

“And I love you. I love you so much, Connor. I don’t know what life would be like if I didn’t have you sneaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night.” I said, gently placing my lips on his.

This kiss was softer, gentler than the first kiss we shared this morning. This kiss conveyed love, and it left me feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush. My stomach was full of butterflies, and my skin heated up when Connor cupped the side of my face with his hand.

“How do you manage to still look so beautiful, even though you’re covered in sweat and have major sex hair?” Connor said and I blushed darkly, thanking the lord that it was pitch black.

“Maybe it’s because you can’t see me.” I said and Connor chuckled, tucking a strand of my majorly messy hair behind my ear. “That was funny, but it was also bullshit. I know that you look beautiful no matter if you’re wearing makeup or not, or if you’ve spent a whole heap of time working on your hair. It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, although I will say that my favourite outfit is the one you’re wearing now.” Connor said and I punched his shoulder playfully.

“I could say the same thing for you, Murphy.” I said, smirking at him and scanning his body. “You know, you’re the first girl who’s actually seen me naked.” Connor said and I moved my mouth towards his ear.

“And let me tell you, it’s quite a sight.” I whispered, noticing how he shivered slightly at my words. “If you wanted round 2, you could’ve just asked.” Connor said cheekily, tracing his finger down my spine.

“Maybe later, big boy. Tomorrow is, after all, a school day.” I said and Connor pouted, sitting his hands on my waist. “We could just skip.” He suggested, and I frowned.

“I’d normally say yes, but I’ve got some exams tomorrow that I can’t afford to miss.” I replied, taking ahold of his free hand. “That sucks. Now that you mention it, it’s like 1:30. I should probably head back home so mom and dad don’t give me hell for running away or some shit like that.” Connor said, untangling himself from me and sitting up.

I immediately felt cold, and I shivered as a breeze passed through the room. “You can keep my hoodie. I know how much you love it.” Connor said, handing me the bundle of fabric. 

I held it close to my face and sniffed it, Connor’s scent filling my nose. “Thank you.” I whispered, slipping on the hoodie. “You’re welcome. I have, like, 5 more at home. I can spare one for you.” He said, pressing a kiss to my cheek as he pulled on his jeans.

“I love you Connor.” I said once he was dressed, the moonlight highlighting his sharp cheekbones. His usually cold face softened, allowing me access to a side of him very, very few have seen.

“I love you Y/N. I’ll see you at school, ok?” Connor said, and I nodded as he opened my bedroom window. “I’ll see you at school.” I replied, touching my fingers to my lips. They felt like Connor’s lips were still moulded with them, and I didn’t want the feeling to go away.

“I love you Y/N.” Connor whispered, blowing me a kiss before leaving my bedroom, shutting the window behind him. I laid down in my bed, Connor’s hoodie pulled tightly around me like a security blanket of some sorts.

I felt myself finally drifting off to sleep after the events of the past hour or so. “I love you.” I muttered once more before drifting off to sleep. Little did I know that Connor was muttering those same words as he walked home, that adorable, dorky smile resting on his face as he said them.


“Good morning Y/L/N.” Jared said, awkwardly pushing past people as he approached me. “Good morning Jared.” I chuckled, adjusting the straps of my backpack as I spoke.

“Hey, is that a new hoodie?” Jared asked, gesturing to Connor’s hoodie with his thumb. My cheeks flushed slightly and I nodded. “You could say that.” I responded, fiddling with the white strings of the jacket.

Jared’s brow furrowed, as he stared intently at the hoodie. Suddenly his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped so far it practically hit the floor. “That… that’s Connor Murphy’s, isn’t it?” Jared said, his eyes now trained on me.

I felt my blush darken as I nodded, and Jared smirked his trademark smirk. “So, you and Murphy, eh? I wouldn’t have imagined it, but now I can picture it.” He said, punching my shoulder lightly. “Whatever Jared.” I muttered, my cheeks ablaze as I opened my locker.

“Hey, it’s no big deal. I’m happy for the two of you, of course. I just, it’s unexpected, that’s all.” Jared said, and I looked at him quizzically. He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

“I’ve always thought of you as my little sister, Y/N, and I want to look out for you. I’ve heard horror stories about Connor and his… temper, so I just wanted you to be happy. And safe.” Jared said, concern clear in his eyes.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Jared.” I said and Jared looked like a considerable weight had been taken off his shoulders. “I love Connor, and I am both safe and happy. In fact, I reckon I’ve never been happier.”

Hard To Tell - Jeff Atkins/Reader

chapter 6: confession

word count: 1890

tagged list: ( i have to work on this,, again )

chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 5 - chapter 6 ( you’re here! )

When you went to school the next day, you received stares. Does that come as a shock? When you were rifling through your locker, two hands were placed on your hips.

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What Happens In Vegas: Part 15

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

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A/N: SO sorry this took so long. I was procrastinating big time and also life got in my way. There’s only one part left after this and an epilogue, so I really hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think! ♥

Word Count: 2,184
(I know this is not a drab, and this is the longest part to date :O)

Warnings:
- language.

Tags: (at the end)

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Bucky was sleeping peacefully beside you the next morning, after spending hours the night before trying to get him to fall asleep. His nerves were getting the best of him, and rightfully so. You’d spent most of the night coming up with a court summons for Peggy, so that you could finally find out whom Charlotte’s true father was. You pushed his hair off of his forehead and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. The love you had for him swelled in your chest and, in that moment, you vowed to find the truth for him, to give him inner peace. Even though this was his own personal struggle, it would bring peace to you and your relationship with him as well. Maybe, just maybe, it would also mend his and Steve’s lifelong friendship.

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Notice Anything?

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes X Reader

Requested: No 

A/N: Yay I am finally back with another fanfic! I am so sorry for the very long wait, school had been keeping me very busy. This is my first Sherlock imagine and I am starting to get used to the different characters’ personalities. Again, sorry for the wait and I hope you enjoy!

*****

“You like her.” John states as soon as she leaves the flat, turning to look Sherlock in the eyes. Sherlock turns away quickly, his brown curls bouncing madly as he stood up from his chair.

“That is absurd, John. I see that spending time with me hasn’t made you any less of an idiot.” he proceeds to pace around the small flat, his eyes occasionally wandering to where her figure stood just moments ago. He could still feel the essence of her presence lingering. He wished that she was still standing there.

“Oh, stop denying it, Sherlock. I know a person with feelings when I see one, though I can’t say the same for you.” John replies cockily with a chuckle, completely ignoring Sherlock’s attempt at shutting him up.

“I don’t have feelings!” Sherlock snaps, his teeth bared in a scowl. “I can’t like her, I can’t have feelings-”

“Oh don’t be silly Sherlock, you’re human…I think. Of course you have feelings-”

“…Because she’s with someone else.”

John’s eyes widen and his mouth hangs agape as Sherlock falls back into his chair, putting his head in his hands. John lets the silence sink in, still processing the fact that the emotionless consulting detective before him did in fact like (Y/N).

It was true that (Y/N) was already in a relationship, one that neither Sherlock nor John approved of. It was rather one-sided, her boyfriend never really cared for her and always relied on her to do things for him when he’d never offer anything in return. Nevertheless, she insisted that they loved each other and that it was meant to be. She had just visited Baker Street to hang out with John and Sherlock before celebrating her one year anniversary with the guy and was now getting ready for her big night.

“Sherlock, I’m so sorry.” John finally murmurs, sitting across from him in his chair. The detective looked miserable and John realized with a pang that Sherlock was only truly happy when his favourite people were in the room. John Watson is one of course, but (Y/N) was also a key to filling the missing pieces of the detective’s heart.

“Why is it that people say sorry when it is not even their fault?” Sherlock mutters, standing up and grabbing his long black coat. “I don’t understand why innocent people blame it on themselves when there are others who are guilty.”

He shrugs his coat on and ties his scarf so tightly around his neck that John was afraid that he might choke himself. He heads down the stairs, his shoes echoing every time he took a step.

“Sherlock! Where are you going?” John asks suddenly, though he already knew the answer.

“I’m going out for a walk, isn’t it obvious?” he calls, his voice faint. John hears the black door slam shut and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

It was very obvious where he was actually going.

*****

(Y/N) stood in front of the fancy restaurant, shivering from the cold. They had promised to meet there 30 minutes ago, but to no avail had he arrived. Wearing nothing but a sheer sleeved knee length dress and a rather painful pair of heels, she waited, shuffling from foot to foot in attempts to warm up

Sherlock arrived momentarily and takes a sharp intake of breath when he saw her. She had definitely glammed up for the occasion, ditching the ponytail and letting her hair fall in loose curls around her shoulders. She had also traded her comfy flats for some killer heels, giving the already confident girl a boost in demeanour. Her dress hugged her body perfectly, accentuating her curves. She truly was beautiful, with or without fancy attire. Sherlock gulped as he approached her, silently sliding in, to stand right beside her.

“Finally!” she exclaims, a look of annoyance plain on her usually happy face. She turned to face the man beside her. “I thought you were never going to show-”

She stopped mid sentence as she realized that it was Sherlock. Her annoyance seemed to melt away, and it was soon replaced with a smile.

“Sherlock!” she says, happily. “I thought you were someone else. Anyways, what are you doing here?”

“Well, I was just taking a stroll when I saw you.” she nodded, and Sherlock tried his best to sound as natural as possible. She shivered, her breath visible in the frosty air and Sherlock’s eyes widened with worry,

“Here, take my coat.” Sherlock murmurs, taking off his dark coat and putting it swiftly over her shoulders.

“No, I couldn’t.” she protested. “What about you?”

“I’m quite alright.”

She looked at him, a bit curious. It wasn’t every day you saw Sherlock going out of his way to do something caring for anyone. It felt odd and definitely suspicious. Not that she minded, she loved the feeling of the warm coat wrapped around her. It smelled distinctly of Sherlock. She discreetly inhaled his scent when he wasn’t looking. The girl smiled into the fabric, it felt comforting and right.

“I don’t want you to contaminate the flat next time you come over, it’s really quite terrible for my health and the severed body parts in the fridge when there are unwanted bacteria floating in the air.” Sherlock quickly added, trying to sound more like his bitter self. He couldn’t let his guard down, not yet.

She frowned, slightly disappointed that his bitterness had returned, but shrugged it off. It was normal for Sherlock to behave like that. Though she did love it when his occasional more caring character came to visit.

They stood in silence, side by side. Sherlock couldn’t take the ignorance of silence much longer, he had to tell her.

“Look, (Y/N). I need to tell you something-” he starts, his words rolling very quickly off his tongue as if he was going to start explaining an ‘obvious’ deduction. However, it was too late. Sherlock heard rather obnoxious footsteps and turned to face (Y/N)’s boyfriend, who didn’t look like he was hurrying at all.

“You’re late.” Sherlock hissed, wanting nothing more than to wipe the idiotic look off of the other man’s face. He smelled faintly of alcohol, his feet unsteady underneath him.

“Big deal. At least I’m here now.” the man says without a care, reaching down to grab (Y/N)’s hand. She looks at it for a millisecond before taking it hesitantly. Something that any other ordinary person wouldn’t have caught, however, Sherlock was no ordinary person.

“Why are you still here? You can leave now.” (Y/N)’s boyfriend snaps, practically dragging her inside. She gave Sherlock a helpless shrug and allowed herself to be towed inside.

Sherlock stares after them, wondering how such an amazing person like (Y/N) could be stuck with a person like him. Sherlock decided that he’d be staying for a while, despite her boyfriend’s wishes.

*****

Sherlock peered over his menu, watching the couple at the next table. (Y/N) tapped her fingers against the table repeatedly, Sherlock knew this as a sign as to when she was annoyed or exasperated. Possibly both at that moment.

“Excuse me, sir?” a waiter comes up to Sherlock’s lonely table for the fifth time that night. “You’ve been here for an hour now and you still haven’t ordered anything. Is there anything on the menu that looks appetizing to you? May I suggest the-”

“A cup of tea please.” Sherlock cuts him off, eyes still glued to (Y/N)’s table.

“But sir, you’ve already had three-”

Tea, please.” Sherlock repeats, turning his head to face him, his eyes piercing into the ones of the slightly terrified looking waiter.
He nods, sighs and rushes off.

“You don’t deserve me!” Sherlock’s head snaps back to the other table when he heard someone shout. It was the wretched boyfriend. “I deserve much better than you!”

Her boyfriend had stood up, hands on the white-clothed table, looking beyond annoyed. (Y/N)’s head was in her hands, her figure shaking.

“Wrong.” Sherlock says abruptly, startling the two. The other man growled, throwing his hands up in the air.

“And you bring psychopaths with you! What’s wrong with you?”

“Wrong. Again!” Sherlock exclaims, jumping from his seat. “I’m a high-functioning sociopath, and she deserves better than you.”

“Why you-”

“Ah, ah.” Sherlock tuts, shutting the guy up with a single glare. “Tell me; did you notice? Do you notice anything different, anything at all?”

The man she deserved better than opened his mouth to say something (Sherlock presumed he would say something stupid) and stood dumbfounded, glaring at the consulting detective.

“Notice what?” he asked quietly, ashamed of not knowing and feeling stupid under the detective’s cold stare.

“Hmm, I don’t know maybe the fact that she bought a new outfit for tonight or the fact that she let her hair out of the ponytail and ditched the jeans and sneakers. Or maybe you could’ve noticed the new fragrance she decided to test out when she realized that you preferred the smell of fruit opposed to flowers. You could have complimented her and made her day, women like that don’t you know? Shows you’re considerate. Oh, but let’s not talk about only the changes in her appearance, no!” Sherlock rants, his words quick, tumbling over each other. “Let’s talk about everything she does for you, you idiot.”

“I really don’t think-” her boyfriend starts but Sherlock cuts him off, he was on a roll.

“Let’s see, first off, she reserved this table for you because you were too careless to even remember your anniversary. Oh, and might I mention she specifically booked a table far from the open windows because she was considering your allergies.”

“How did you-”

“You carry around eye drops and allergy pills around in your pockets, it’s really quite obvious. Now stop interrupting me! Now, where was I? Ah, yes. You might not realize it but she keeps you out of trouble all the time. Does your taxes, pays the rent and does everything to make you as happy as possible! She sacrifices her time and energy for you. But what do you do in return? A simple ‘thank you’ or an act that showed you cared would be nice but no! You stay out late, not even bothering to give her a heads up and thus making her sit awake until you get back home so she can sleep knowing that you got home safely. Should I go on?” he pauses to take a breath, not even waiting for an answer before continuing. “You flirt with other women but then you get angry at her for simply hugging an old friend. You ignore relationship problems and never initiate conversations. You arrive late to your anniversary and leave this incredible woman to wait by herself in the cold while you mingle with strangers at a bar!”

(Y/N) gasps and Sherlock flinches at the sound. For a second, he forgot that she was there.

You simply don’t care.” Sherlock says, coming to a conclusion.

“You don’t know this! You don’t know anything about our life, about my life!” the other man yells, shaking with rage while pointing a finger menacingly at Sherlock. He simply raises and eyebrow in answer. “You don’t know her like I do! I know her best!”

“Oh, but darling,” Sherlock whispers, coming so close to the other man’s face that their noses almost touched. “If you really did know her, you would have noticed. You would’ve noticed that she has stopped falling for you.”

The man opens his mouth to spat something in Sherlock’s smart face before thinking against it. He turned to face (Y/N) instead.

“Us? Yeah, it’s not a thing anymore. It’s-”

“No,” she says, standing up and interrupting him mid-sentence. “You always get the last word. It’s finally my turn. It’s over.”

Her faint, but powerful voice rings in their ears as her final words escape her mouth. Whether she regretted her decision or not, it was too late now.

“I suggest you leave before your ignorance starts to get contagious.” Sherlock mumbles to the enraged man. He doesn’t move.

Leave.” Sherlock repeats more aggressively. “You are no longer welcome in (Y/N)’s life.”

The man leaves without saying another word, stopping only for a second to glare at (Y/N), before leaving her life forever. She sinks back down into her seat as he exits the restaurant, resting her head on the table. Sherlock begins to walk out as well, knowing that he was probably unwelcome to comfort her.

“Sherlock, please don’t go.” she murmurs, just quietly enough that only he could hear what she had said. He nods, assuming the chair across from her, patiently waiting. What for, he wasn’t quite sure.

“Do you really pay that much attention to me? Did you really notice all those things?” she finally asks, bringing her head up from the table just enough to look him shyly in the eyes. “Or did John give you subtle hints before you left the flat?”

She laughs gently, and he smiles.

“Oh darling, I notice everything about you - and so much more.”

*****

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The Hideout (Happy x Reader)

I wrote this earlier in the week and forgot about it. Here y’all go my lovelies <3

Word count: 5,346

WARNINGS: Language & Explicit Content (Smut) 

Playlist: Safari - Jidenna 

Originally posted by lolsthecat

Originally posted by canadaloveselena

There was only one rule at the Hideout; no problems. In order to step into the building, you had to leave all issues and affiliations at the door. The Hideout was common ground, an in-between, a meeting place. All gangs of every kind were welcome. On the condition that you didn’t bring your violence inside with you. Once you were outside the front doors, well – that was a whole other story.

~(xXx)~

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Daddy - Isaac Lahey SMUT

Originally posted by babydaddiesclub

A/N: I read this imagine and got inspired so here goes nothing. Credits to the writer.

Summary: Y/n is Isaac’s submissive girlfriend.

Warnings: SMUT,kinda some fluff,Ass spanking,oral (male receiving),unprotected sex (wrap it up dudes),sub/dom relationship & daddy kink.


“Y/n let’s gooo” Lydia whined “Lyd you know I can’t” I frowned “why?” Malia questioned quirking a brow at me “because Isaac wanted to hang out later and if i go to the club with you guys that won’t happen” I explained “since when do you need his permission?” Malia asked “yeah since when?” Lydia mimicked. They didn’t understand Isaac or know him as well as I did. If I didn’t ask for his permission I’d surely pay for it later. Which even though it felt totally great I didn’t feel like getting spanked tonight,my ass still hurting from two nights ago when I had a study date with Liam and it pissed him off.

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((*Inhales* I’ve planned to do this story for a while now and I finally managed to draw it. I wanted to finish the first page today so here it is. The birth of Paper Crane. More page coming soon. I don’t expect you to understand what’s going on right away since Crane is a rather complex character.))

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Art & Paper Crane© @little-noko

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[The Iconic Ice Husbands <:`3]

*inhales*

 - BOY, THE RINGS! THE RINGS RIGHT HERE!!!!!! THE WAY VITYA IS HOLDING  YUURI`S HAND, JESUS!!!!!!!!!!!!O MY FREAKING GOD, AAAAAGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*dies*


I SCREAMED OUT LOUD WHEN I SAW THIS! FOR REAL!

anonymous asked:

Hey I absolutely love your stories!Can you do "I'm right here,okay?You're all right" with marichat? thank you!

Thanks, sweet Nonny! This drabble is dedicated to @foxouttathebox to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope you have a wonderful day full of lovely things. <3


“I’m right here, okay? You’re all right,” Marinette soothed, stroking Chat Noir’s back as he tightened his hold on her.

“It’s not me I’m worried about,” he muttered into her hair.

“I’m all right too,” she sighed, resting her cheek against his chest.

“I thought I was going to lose you.” He kissed the top of her head gently. “I saw the smoke and then your dad and mom stumbling out and…and…”

Marinette pulled back, putting a hand on his cheek. “I’m fine. My chest is a little tight from smoke inhalation but the EMTs said that’s normal.” She glanced back at the emergency personnel and gawkers gathered around the blackened bakery. “I’m more worried about my parents.”

Chat Noir studied her face as if he didn’t believe her, looking for damage that wasn’t there.

“I promise I’m okay,” she assured him when she noticed his expression. “We may have to relocate for a bit while everything is figured out, but we’ll be all right.”

“Are they going to fix the bakery?”

“I doubt they’ve even thought about it yet.” Marinette tried to take a step back but Chat Noir kept his arms around her waist. “Chat…”

“Please. Just a few more minutes.” He swallowed hard. “If I had lost you–”

“I’m fine.”

He shook his head. “You don’t understand, Mari. I was across the street in the park when I saw the smoke. I didn’t even think. I was transforming as I ran. All I knew was I had to get to you.”

Marinette looked around nervously. She saw a few people with their cell phones pointed in the pair’s direction. “That was so dangerous, Kitty.”

“I don’t care.”

“Chat–”

He buried his face in her hair and Marinette winced. It couldn’t smell good after her run through the smoke-filled bakery. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you, my Lady. I don’t know what I would do without you.” Marinette inhaled sharply but Chat Noir didn’t release his hold on her. “You’re everything to me.”

“How long have you known?” she asked softly. 

“Months,” he sighed, finally pulling back. “I was waiting until you were ready to tell me. I’m sorry. I should’ve said–”

Marinette cut him off with a finger to his lips. “Thank you.”

He blinked in surprise. “For what?”

“For always saving me,” she replied, kissing his cheek gently. “Even if it’s from myself.”


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Onsra | Part II

(v.) – to love for the last time; a bittersweet feeling of knowing a love won’t last

Words: 4.6K

Genre: Demon!Au. Fluff. Angst. Smut.

Read: Part 1 | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII

A/N: Sorry for taking forever to update! >.<  I know there’s not too much angst or fluff or smut yet, but maybe some innuendos? o.o Either way, if you haven’t read the first part yet, I’ve linked it above!

“All mine,” He said confidently as his lips pressed gently to your neck. The sensation of his warm lips against your skin made you shiver as you pushed harder against his chest with your free hand.

“Th-This isn’t real…” The tremble in your voice made him chuckle. This was all a dream- no, a nightmare. Jeon Jungkook, a classmate of yours, was saying the exact same things as the boy who had been keeping you up at night by haunting your every thought. It simply wasn’t possible. You let out a laugh and you felt your knees giving in. “I’m imagining things. God, I really am going crazy…”

“Are you?” He asked quietly. “Don’t be stupid, Y/N.” Jungkook gave your intertwined hand a gentle squeeze before letting your hand drop to your side. You stay silent in a complete daze as he chuckled again at your confusion. Part of you wanted to believe him, but the other part of you didn’t even know how to rationalize what was happening: That the boy you kept seeing at night while you were asleep was very real… and somehow he was standing right here in front of you. You were really losing it.

“I-I’ll open my eyes any second now… And then you’ll be gone.”

“This isn’t a dream… Do you feel these hands against you?” He snaked his hands up to your waist and gripped firmly. “Do you feel these lips against your skin?” You felt a sharp pain as his teeth captured the soft skin on your neck. You inhaled sharply before a soft moan escaped your lips. Your eyes bulged suddenly at the strange sound that you just emitted as the hair on the back of your neck standing straight. He let out a low chuckle. “I’ll take that as a yes.

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Wedding in Hawaii || Part 3

hi. part 3 is here which is also the last i think. although i may or may not will write the bit when they go home and stuff bc of the airport pictures of harry with the glasses on and stuff. i might just carry on a whole story line with them, give a girl name and then when i have ideas i just write it with them two bc i like how in love they are and i’m sad lolololol. whatcha think?? also i hope you’ll enjoy this like you did with the other 2, it was fun to be fed so good this week by the king lmao. and as well lemme know what you wanna read, if you have any ideas please send them to me so i can think about them and make it happen sometime. lotta love, xoxo -b

Part 1Part 2

Alright.

Okay.

Keep your shit together, girl.

He is only wearing a whiteish-creamish coloured suit with a baby blue shirt.

You’ll be fine, honestly.

But then his tanned skin and bright smile, his amazing emerald eyes and his mind spinning scent!

Holy cow.

I was one lucky gal as I saw Harry coming out of the bathroom, fully dressed and ready to go. He washed his hair so his curls were all over the place but it was so sexy and adorable at the same time I honestly didn’t know how he managed it all.

“I swear I don’t know how I got so lucky,” he said as he walked over to me, sneaking his arms around me and kissing my neck right up to beneath my ear then across my jawline. “You look bloody stunning,” he complimented me which made my heart flutter and cheeks flush red.

I didn’t even realise I closed my eyes and my lips parted as he pressed open mouthed kisses on my skin and his hand was squeezing my bum here and there. Being so close to him just allowed me to inhale his typical Harry smell which yes indeed it included the minty flavour or scent or whatever of his chewing gum that never seemed to leave his mouth.

“I love your ass,” he whispered in my ear as he pressed a whole lot of new kisses onto my skin. “I also love you. Like crazy.”

“I feel like we’re on our honeymoon,” I chuckled then a sigh left my lips as he nibbled on my earlobe and dragged his tongue down the side of my neck. “You’ve gotta stop this, now.”

“Do I really?” he murmured into my skin as he held me closer to his body.

“Behave, mister,” I said weakly, not being able to control myself as he took over me just by kissing my neck and gripping my ass.

How was he doing this?

“Alright-alright,” he gave in as he pulled away. His usual side smirk was still on his face then he laughed which caused his eyes to crinkle and his dimples to deepen in his cheeks. “I’d love to come back here with you for, like, a month.”

“Are you crazy?” I looked at him with wide eyes as I took my phone out of my bag. “I don’t have the expenses to afford a whole month in Hawaii.”

“I’ll pay it,” he shrugged like it was no big deal. Which I understood. He was a multibillionaire. Of course he could afford it.

He could’ve bought the entire island if he wanted to with all the money he had.

“Alright, whatever,” I laughed it off as I walked past him. “You can’t just say stuff like this. I hate it when you pay for all my stuff. You didn’t let me pay for my own plane tickets because you wanted us to fly first class.”

“So what’s wrong with that? I can afford it. I want to buy things, nice things, for you; I want to spend my money on you. I love you, of course I spoil you.”

“You spoil me too much, though. You don’t have to win me over with your money you have already won me over with your personality and I just want you to know that you are enough for me. You are an amazing man, I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend than you and I truly mean that from the bottom of my heart.

You honestly make me go crazy, like, absolutely nuts. I cannot keep my hands off of you and I think you already know this but I can’t stop looking at you either. You are honestly the greatest, kindest, most humble guy I have ever met in my life and I’m so freaking grateful to have you. I’m so damn blessed.”

His eyes kept looking into mine as I rambled on about how much I loved him or something along those lines. I didn’t even know what I was saying because the words just left my mouth and I was hoping and praying that nothing silly was spoken by me.

“Right, this is final,” he said slowly as he nodded and swallowed. “I am for sure, like, 100% taking you to Hawaii for a whole month and I am paying it all. We are flying first class and you will not bring any money, not even your bank card. Like I am literally going to pay for everything for you.”

“Like hell you will! Calm your tits, pal. Just cause I tell you how much I love you and how amazing you are, which you should know anyway, doesn’t mean that you can just become my sugar daddy. I am not giving you sugar for money although it comes in handy sometimes…” I joked around which caused him to laugh with his head back and hand on his stomach.

It was the prettiest view and the most angelic sound I have heard that day. I loved making Harry laugh and smile and happy.

He deserved the best and I was determined to give him the best. Even if I couldn’t be considered as the best.

**

The dinner was on the beach, the sun was still up so it gave us enough light to see each other and be able to have food outside. It was lovely as we heard the tides of the sea crashing on the sandy shore and the slightly salty yet extremely fresh smell filled my lungs.

Harry was sitting on my right side while Lily was on his left side, talking his ear off which I found rather funny. Especially when he could barely control himself so his hand gripped my thigh a bit firmer as his it was resting there.

He leaned over to me when the little girl got up from the table and left with her mum to go somewhere, his nose slightly nuzzling against mine as a quiet sigh escaped his lips.

“If we ever have a daughter I do not know how I’ll cope,” he said chuckling and I joined him. He pressed his lips against mine in a soft kiss and pulled away just to do it again several times after the first one. “I love you.”

“I love you,” I smiled as my eyes fluttered open just to look right into his shining green ones.

Before I fully moved away from him I kissed his cheek which caused him to blush a little and I found that adorable. I didn’t know why he blushed whenever I kissed him but I loved it like I loved him.

“What would you like to name our daughter?” I asked him suddenly as we were both leaning back in our chairs, the people at the table were all in deep conversation about something.

“Hmmm,” he hummed, putting his elbow on the arm of the chair he was sitting on as he leaned his chin against the side of his index finger. “I don’t know, I think-, we are most probably going to change it right as she’ll be born. Y’know how random we are,” he laughed.

“Right I think we would and will probably end up doing that,” I agreed. At that point I didn’t realise we were talking like it is going to happen but to be honest we had a good relationships and I didn’t see anything that could possibly damage our bond in the near future.

Anything’s possible for us. We have the chance to create a family together in the future and that makes me excited.

“But, urm, something special I think,” I said finally, after he thought about it a bit. “I’d definitely want something for her that would suit her and a name that would be special and unique.”

“As special and unique as Bear Payne or…” I grinned at him which caused him to widen his eyes and it was the funniest thing ever. Then I clocked on. I just shaded his best mate’s son’s name and I didn’t even mean to do that. “I mean that’s not actually what I wanted to say.”

“Oh my god,” he continued to laugh as he covered his mouth with his hand. Then he put the other one over his hand that was already on his lips and his whole body was shaking as he made fun of me making fun of Liam’s son’s name.

But I didn’t really.

I thought it was cute and of course a bit unusual but definitely unique. I think it was mainly his girlfriend who decided on the name so I can’t really give all the credit to Liam for giving his son the name he got in the end.

“Stop it, Harry,” I punched his arm with my fist but I didn’t actually hurt him. This got him though because he stopped and put on a fake hurt face which made me laugh. He was honestly so goofy and playful, sometimes it just made me wanna have kids with him as I wanted to see him with them. “So, what about our daughter’s name then, huh?”

“Okay, let’s talk like adults then,” he said as he cleared his throat and a big sigh left his lips. “I would probably like to call her, um, Maya or something.”

“Maya or something?” I asked back as my eyebrow arched up higher than I could have drawn it as I was getting ready.

“I like Maya, it’s, well, I think it’s different. What do you think? Do you like it?”

“I mean it’s a pretty name but I’m not too keen on it,” I told him my honest opinion. “I’d rather call her something more-, I don’t know. Something more umpfh if you get me?”

Umpfh,” he repeated. His eyes slowly looked into mine and I already saw his smirk growing bigger and bigger. Then before I knew it his head was leaned back and he was laughing his ass off. “Right, describe this umpfh for me, please, pretty girl.”

“You’re just making fun of me, you deserve no explanation,” I told him with a serious face expression but deep down I was dying from the laughter I had to hold back.

God why were we such a goofy and childish couple? We didn’t take anything seriously, we laughed most of the time that we spent together and basically we were both just a mess as soon as we saw each other or started talking.

We could be texting and when I type out that “I’m crying I can’t cope I’m pissing myself” I’m actually like that. Some people just text that stuff, I actually feel it and do it. I mean yeah, Harry is funny…

But I’m hilarious.

I think I laugh at my own jokes more than Harry does. But then again he laughs at his own jokes too. And sometimes we laugh at each other’s – well, okay, we laugh all the fucking time I don’t even know what I’m trying to say anymore.

We’re funny and end of.

😏Take It Out On Me (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Your boyfriend is an asshole and Grayson is your best friend who is always there for you. Based on the song Take It Out On Me by Florida Georgia Line.

Warnings: Swearing/Smut

A/N: This is for @cassmoreiraxo I love you!

Originally posted by dolantwinsgifs

Grayson’s POV

What’d he do this time?
Did he break your heart?
I can tell you been crying… and baby here you are.
And I always know any time you show up at my door past 11 o'clock that he really must’ve pissed you off.

I was editing a video when I heard the door of Ethan and I’s apartment swing open. I checked the time. It was 11:07pm. Thank God Ethan wasn’t home or else he would flip out. I walked out into the living and I saw her. Her cheeks were shining from the single lamp in the living room. I could see her cheeks were stained with tears and faint mascara streaks. “Y/N?” I asked her. “Hey hey hey come here.” I opened my arms for her to run into which she did.

“I hate him.” She mumbled in my chest. I knew she meant Andrew. I shushed her as I rubbed her back up and down. She was heaving heavily in my chest. I inhaled deeply and I could smell a hint of mango in her hair. I chuckled to myself as the scent reminded me of Hawaii with an overpowering scent of pineapple. I ran my fingers gently through her hair as they ran through smoothly.

“What did he do this time?” I asked with a sigh. She leaned up from my chest as her hands were still slightly pushing on my chest. She looked in my eyes as mine gazed down to her touch on me. I can’t control her no matter how much I wish I could.

Originally posted by malachaibennett

“He came over and I cut his hair for, oh my gosh Gray are you editing?” She panicked which caused me to chuckle.

“No no it’s fine. Really you’re more important right now. Here sit down.” I pushed her back so she was on the couch. I walked into the keurig in our kitchen and made a cup of orange pekoe tea which I always knew would cure any stress in Y/N’s heart. I walked back into the living room and sat on the couch.

“Gray you remember.” She coos as she takes the tea from me.

“Of course. A real man will care about you and try to remember the small details about you. Like the way your eyes flutter when you just wake up in the morning or how gorgeous your laugh is when your lips curve upwards. I notice the way you fidget when you’re nervous by playing with your nails or biting your lip to the point it will bleed. I know you hate the snort sound you make when you laugh, but it’s honestly my favorite sound.” I smiled at her which I could tell she was blushing. I leaned up and I took her hands in mine. “What else did he do?” She inhaled deeply and winced at my touch, but I didn’t let go.

“It started off when I was cutting his hair. Then because I didn’t want to have sex with him he threw a fit. He then brought up a fight from two years ago that I didn’t even remember. He was being rude and a jerk. He started telling me I needed to lose some weight and that I shouldn’t be wearing such tight clothes.” I pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead. I hate Andrew. I heard her start to sniffle.

Originally posted by lovershub

Take off your coat, and baby come on in.
Girl, let me help to get back at him.
And I don’t know why you never say goodbye…
Whatever hell he’s puttin’ you through,
I can’t wait for you to…

“Hey hey hey calm down. Andrew doesn’t deserve you.” I said as I pressed my lips to her cheek. I let my lips linger as I slowly pull away. I looked at her and she looked me in the eyes.

“Gray…” She trailed off, but I didn’t let her go. “We can’t.”

“I don’t know why you’re still with him. You don’t think you love him do you?” I asked and she started biting on her bottom lip. She got quiet. “I also noticed that whenever you get upset you shut down. Completely withdraw from any situation.” I rubbed my thumb along the top of her hand and I let out a light laugh. “You always shut down with Andrew.” I said as she bit harder into her lip. “I notice these things Y/N.” I argued. She shivered. I let out a hard sigh and I looked at her again. “Why do you come here every time you two get in an argument? Why do you think I care?” I asked a little harsher than I meant. I could see slight hurt in her eyes, but she was trying to be strong.

“Maybe because you’re my best friend? I don’t know Grayson! Gosh I won’t come here anymore then. I’ll go to Miranda’s or Angie’s if it makes you this upset!” She snapped as she tried to take her coat. I grabbed her by her arm and I spun her around.

Originally posted by oblivion-is-all-you-crave

“Maybe you hope something will happen. Maybe you want me to show you how a man should really treat you.” I snapped back at her. She inhaled a shaky breath, but she didn’t say anything. “Fuck it.” I said as I pressed my lips to hers forcefully.

Originally posted by secretgif-s

Take it out on me.
And put your lips on mine.
Let me take his wrong and make it right this time.
Yeah, you can just come over, you ain’t gotta call.
You always got a shoulder anytime it all goes bad, when you’re ‘bout to break, when you’re mad as hell, you can always take it out on me.
You can take it out on me baby.
If you ever wanna leave, maybe.
In the middle of the night, that’s alright…
You can take, take…

She pushed me back, but before she could say anything I snapped. “Take it out on me Y/N!” I shouted at her. “Make him mad! Make him angry! Use me! Just don’t go back to him without doing anything to where you win.” I snapped at her. She looked up at me in shock, but then she kissed me. I kissed her back as I slip my tongue in her mouth and I grabbed her hips hard earning a moan from her. “Let me make this right.” I whispered lowly in her ear as I attached my mouth to her neck as her fingers tangled in my hair. She moved her back gently so I could have easier access to her jaw.

Originally posted by moan-s

“Gray…” She moaned as she dug her nails into my shoulder. I grinded against her as I reattached our lips and kissed her deeply.

“Take it out on me Y/N.” I said barely above a whisper two centimeters from her lips. She nodded her hair vigorously as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. I wrapped my arms around her as I led us back into my room. 

Originally posted by sensuous

I toppled her on the bed and we kissed harshly. I would take her bottom lip in between my lips and pull back as she rolled her body against me. I slipped her shirt off revealing her black lace bra. I bit my bottom lip as I kissed along her collarbone softly. I smirked to myself as I could see I was leaving hickies. Knowing Andrew would see those marks gave me satisfaction.

Originally posted by sensuous

“Grayson.” She pushed up on me and I looked at her with a chuckle.

“I think not baby girl.” I pinned her arms down and smirked. She even giggled.

“Let me take it out on you.” She smiled which caused me to turn my head confused. She wiggled free and flipped us to where she was on top of me now. She slid her jeans off her legs so now she was in her black lace bra and dark blue panties. I could feel myself getting harder and harder when I saw her. Her curves, her long brown hair, and that sexy ass just drove me crazy. She peeled my shirt off as she kissed me harshly. She slip her tongue in and grinded against me.

Originally posted by ultimateseduction

“Fuck.” I moaned as she grinded harder into me. I gripped her hair and gently pulled which earned me another moan. “Can Andrew make you moan this much?” She rolled her eyes and grinded into me hard which caused me to jump.

“Watch yourself Dolan.” She chuckled and kissed down my chest as she slowly massaged me outside my sweats. She grabbed the hem of my sweats and pulled them down my legs as my prominent boner stuck up in my boxers. “Wow, Andrew isn’t this big.” She gave out a playful giggle as I smiled quite proud of myself. “I mean he’s big, but not as thick.” Her fingertips lightly touched me through my boxers, which made me shudder. No woman has ever had this effect on me. I’ve never wanted to do anything like this with anyone else besides Y/N. Her hand gripped the hem of my boxers, but I place my hand over hers.

“Are you sure about this Y/N? We can stop if you want to.” I was praying to God she wouldn’t want to stop. She leaned down and whispered in my ear.

“I’m on the pill Gray. It’s okay.” She yanked my boxers down and climbed back on top of my body.

Yeah, I’ll lay you down and love you just the way you should be.
Baby, so now that you’re ready…

She grinds into me at first with our bare bodies as if she’s teasing me. I can feel how wet she was against me. “Stop teasing Y/N. You look too fucking good right now.” We both laughed as she started to place me at her entrance.

“Fuck Gray!” She groaned as she slowly slid herself on me. I unhooked her bra as she placed her hands on my chest for support. I squeezed her breasts a couple times, but I squeezed her ass more. She would slowly slide up and down, but soon began speeding up. She would let out a string of grunts as she angrily rolled her body against mine. She even clawed into my chest as she grinded harder against my body. She gripped my hair and leaned down against me.

I bit my bottom lip as I grabbed her hips and gripped hard as I guided her body. She let out more moans as I could feel myself getting close. I could also tell she was getting tired. I smiled and I flipped us over. “Gray!” I cut her off as I slammed my tongue into her mouth and started rubbing her clit hard. She moaned into my mouth as she let out shaky moans. “G-Gray.”

“Let it out baby girl. Moan my name so you know how a real man should treat you and make you feel.” I thrusted a few more times as I felt myself climax and soon I felt her body shiver under mine.

“Graysonnnn!” She moaned as I thrusted in her a couple more times before I pulled out and flopped on the bed next to her. I grabbed the comforter off the floor and I covered our bare bodies. I kissed her temple as she was panting.

Originally posted by 11-11

You can take it out on me baby.
If you ever wanna leave, maybe.
In the middle of the night, that’s alright…
You can take, take, take it out on me.

“Don’t go back to him.” I begged. She looked up at me and let out a sigh. “Please Y/N. I hate seeing you two together. He’s so bad for you.” I pleaded. She just sighed and curled into my chest.

“Will you make me breakfast in the morning?” She asked with a smile. I chuckled at her response.

“I’ll make you breakfast every morning if I get to see you and be with you every day Y/N.” I said pushing some hair out of her face. She got up from the bed and walked over to her jeans. “What are you doing?” I asked confused. “I didn’t think you were going to actually leave me.” I said and she giggled.

“I’m breaking up with Andrew.” She smiled as she typed away on her screen. She threw her phone in our pile of clothes as she crawled back into the bed. “I deserve someone better. Someone who notices the little things.” She said as she wrapped her arms around me.

“Yeah you do. You deserve nothing less.”

Originally posted by sensualkisses

One-Night Boyfriend

Type: One Shot
Genre: Fluff, Extremely Suggestive (NO SMUT)
Member: Jeonghan
Word count: 3,390
A/N: I’m going to hell for this. *nods* I have accepted my fate.
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You look around the overly crowded room of bodies worming past one another in attempts to pass through. The air was smoggy with the stench of smoke and alcohol. You were standing in the kitchen, near the large counter top and sink, idly searching for your friends who have long disappeared. Occasionally, you’d look down at your phone in hopes of a text message or a phone call but nothing.

Was it pathetic of you to be waiting around for your boyfriend (possibly ex,) to call you or even shoot you a small text?

You and your boyfriend had gotten into a huge argument a few nights ago where he snapped and wanted to break up. The thing is, that wasn’t exactly the first time he’s done that. He and you have gotten into countless arguments and sworn the relationship was over, but at one point he and you would make up before the cycle repeats. It was exhausting at times and during the mopey days, doubtful.

“In need of a boyfriend for the night?” A brunette male asked as he hops onto the counter.

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It Has to be Perfect

A/N: Hey guys! Long time, no see! I just started a summer job a couple of weeks ago so that’s been taking up a lot of my time (hence why I haven’t written anything in ages, yikes). And I got offered a tutoring position for Calculus at my college so I need to do an interview for that soon! To be honest, I’m already ready to go back to college; I miss it a lot more than I thought I would.
Anyways, you guys probably don’t care about all of that. Send me requests!!! I need some prompts to write for when I’m not working.

Word count: 1667

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester X Omega!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Well guys, this is my first attempt at A/B/O dynamics. Contains nesting behavior and mild alpha-ness (I don’t even know how to word that properly).

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Trying to make everything perfect, she adjusts a pillow once more before stepping back to look at her work.

But it just won’t lay in the right spot.

She moves back to the bed and fluffs the pillows behind it before carefully maneuvering the smaller pillow into place once again.

A quick assessment has her deciding that she likes it, and she moves to straighten one of the blankets that she has laid out, soaked in Sam’s scent perfectly.

Another assessment has her moving the soft down comforter into a more suitable position, and she nearly has a breakdown when she finds a corner of it without her mate’s scent upon it.

She gathers the blanket into her arms, careful not to disturb everything else she has already meticulously placed, and sets it aside, so that Sam can scent it in a few moments when she’s done.

A few of his favorite shirts, the ones that his scent will forever cling to because he’s worn them so much, are tucked into her side of the bed, so that when she lays down she will be surrounded by him.

She steps back and looks over her work, deciding that it looks well enough save for the blanket Sam needs to scent and perhaps a few more pillows.

She hauls it into her arms and leaves the room, closing the door firmly behind her, and ventures toward the library, where she knows that Sam will be.

“Hey, gorgeous, are you finally done?” he asks as he sees her make her way into the large room.

She shakes her head and thrusts the blanket at him.

“It needs more of your scent, there was a spot that didn’t have enough,” she tells him as he gathers it into his arms.

“Is there anything else you need?” he asks, rubbing his cheek into an exposed corner of the soft material.

“More pillows,” she tells him, and he smiles slightly.

“Take a few from my room, they should be good,” he states, and she nods before going to do just that.

The two biggest, fluffiest pillows that he has, she takes. They’re well used and well coated in his musk, just perfect for her nest.

She travels back to her own room and places them where she desires, deciding that the comforter is all she needs left to finish this nest.

She makes her way back to Sam, determined to finish this before the night is over.

“Here, baby girl,” he holds up the blanket to her. “Check and see if it needs any more.”

She unfolds the blanket and checks over it, noting that every stitch seemed to carry his scent.

“This is good,” she nods, and he smiles at her retreating form as she scurries to finish her nest.

Placing the blanket just so, she arranges it over the pillows and shirts carefully until it is to her liking, exhaling in relief as she puffs a pillow up one final time.

Looking it over with a hand on her belly, she knows that her pup will feel safe in this nest, as well as herself.

She smiles to herself and makes yet another trip to the library.

“Done now?” he asks, and she nods, curling onto his lap so she can bury her face in his chest. “I’m sure it looks beautiful.”

She nods again, and he loops an arm around her back as he returned to his book.

“I have one more chapter to finish, then we can head to bed, okay?” he suggests, rubbing her back gently.

“Okay,” she agrees, content to stay on his lap as he read. His heartbeat lulls her as his chest rises and falls gently with every breath.

“You awake?” he murmurs after several long minutes. “Baby girl?”

“Hm?” she hums, her eyes fluttering open.

“Lets go to sleep, gorgeous,” he purrs, and she nods as she rises from his lap and takes his hand. She leads him to her new nest, excited to show him her hard work from the past couple of hours.

However, a foreign scent has her heart starting to pound the closer she gets to her room.

She throws her door open and nearly sobs at the scent other than her mate’s in her room.

Her breath quickens and she tries to keep from crying as she backs away, into Sam’s chest.

“I swear I didn’t know!” the voice makes her turn into Sam, burying her face into his shirt and taking deep gulps of his scent.

“You went into her nest?” Sam roars, his anger exuding from him in waves at his brother standing a few paces away from the two of them.

“I thought she’d do that in your room!” Dean protests quickly, holding his hands up defensively. “I went looking for her to tell her that her laundry was done. I didn’t expect to find a nest in her room! No one’s ever in there!”

“She just spent hours making that nest, Dean!” Sam yells, an arm curving around her back as she shuddered into him. “I haven’t even been in there, she just finished!”

“I didn’t know! I couldn’t find her! I checked your room and the kitchen, this was just the next stop!” Dean explains. “If I knew, I wouldn’t have even touched the doorknob, Sam. I’m so sorry.”

“Just go,” Sam says in a controlled voice that barely masks his fury. “Go away, she’s freaking out right now because of you. This isn’t good for the baby.”

Dean backs away quickly, leaving the two of them standing outside her room alone.

“I need to make a new one,” she whimpers into him. “I need a safer nest. One that no one can get into.”

“Just a minute, gorgeous,” Sam murmurs into her hair. “Let me see if I can get his scent out. If he just walked in and out I might be able to.”

“He can still get in, Sam,” she whispers. “Anyone can.”

“I’ll put a new lock on the door first thing in the morning,” he tells her, pulling away slowly. “Just stay right here for a few minutes.”

He draws her in for a lingering kiss before moving into her room.

Dean’s alpha scent clings to the air, and she shudders, curling her arms around the tiny swell of her waist.

Her stomach turns uncomfortably, and she closes her eyes as she hears Sam moving about in her room.

She knows that Dean didn’t mean to, he really didn’t. She hadn’t been in her room in months.

No one had.

Which is why she decided it was the perfect place for her nest, since no one ventured into it and the bed still carried her own scent faintly.

But he went and put his scent in the room she had been filling with Sam’s, and it turned her stomach. The scent other than her mate’s in such a sacred place makes her want to cry. Any other male, and she’d likely have burst into tears the moment she smelled their scent, so she’s at least thankful that it was only Dean. But it still upsets her.

How could her pup feel safe in a place that smelled of an alpha that wasn’t its father? How would it feel safe knowing that any wolf could barge in at any time?

“Baby girl,” Sam murmurs as he opens the door. He nods to her, holding out his hand for her to take. “Here, I’m right here with you. I think I covered it all wth my own scent.”

She laces her fingers through his, cautiously stepping through the threshold and taking a deep inhale of the air.

She doesn’t catch any immediate whiff of Dean’s scent, but she isn’t going to let her guard down.

“I touched everything,” Sam tells her, drawing her into his chest. “All the walls, the table, your dresser. Everything.”

She takes another breath and notes the strength of his scent through the room, and she looks up at him curiously, eyebrows raised.

He slightly smirks.

“I did what I had to do. I wasn’t going to let all of your hard work go to waste,” he tells her, sliding a hand that carries a powerful amount of his scent along her cheek. “It’s a beautiful nest. I’m proud of it, and I know our pup will love it.”

She beams under his praise, looking over to the nest she had prepared before looking back to him.

“Is it okay?” he asks gently, looking at her. “If I change the lock tomorrow, will you feel okay in here?”

“Yeah,” she nods, and he smiles at her. “I think so.”

“Do you want to sleep in here tonight?” he asks, gently drawing his fingers through her hair.

She pauses for a moment, then takes a deep breath. It was just Dean, she has to tell herself.

“You have to sleep closer to the door,” she tells him, rubbing her stomach slowly. “That way anything has to go through you to get to us.”

“Of course, gorgeous,” he strokes her hair again. “Let’s go to bed.”

She nods and leads him to their nest, where he toes off his boots and pulls off his shirt before holding it out to her.

She smiles sheepishly as she presses it to her face and inhales deeply, then tucks it under her pillow as she crawls into bed.

He follows shortly after, and she makes sure that her nest is adequate for the two of them before settling in and tucking into his side.

“It’s perfect,” he tells her, as though he knows that she needs the reassurance after the ordeal from a few moments ago. “I love you, my omega.”

“I love you too,” she states, and he looks down at her. She giggles slightly.

“I think you’re forgetting something, baby girl,” he states, and she smiles at him before leaning up to kiss him.

“I love you, my alpha.”

How I see you.

(The many ways Jughead Jones sees Betty Cooper.)
*****

“What does that even mean?” Archie huffed, scratching the top of his head in unconcealed frustration.

“It’s a hyperbole Arch, its kind of like an exaggerated statement. It’s a joke. See, look how it’s written here.” Betty pointed a finger to a sentence in Archie’s literature textbook, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulder as she helped her redheaded best friend understand his homework.

Jughead stared openly at the scene in front of him, she was just so.. warm. No matter what Betty Cooper did it was always in the most gentle and assuring way possible, Archie had been asking the same question for the past ten minutes and while Jughead wanted to throttle him Betty was as patient as a saint. She was all reassuring words and soft encouragements, it really was something to see.

“I can’t do it! I’ll just fail, it doesn’t even matter.” Archie threw his pencil on the cafeteria table angrily.

Betty shook her head
“You can do it, don’t you dare give up on me Andrews. You’re incredibly smart, you think coach Clayton would just let you give up in the middle of a game? I don’t think so. So you pick up that pencil and you finish this study guide.” There was a fierce determination in her eyes that couldn’t be argued, with a sigh Archie picked up his pencil and continued writing.

Glancing up through long lashes, Betty grinned at Jughead, her dimples poking through as she continued her tutoring, clapping her hands when Archie finally finished and declaring Milkshakes were on her after school.

Betty Cooper was the very definition of warmth.
****

She was spinning in circles outside of his trailer, tiny pink polished toes barefoot on the dying grass, her hair stuck to her back as rain pelted from the clouds.

“Come on Juggie! We haven’t done this since we were little. Where’s your sense of adventure!” She shouted over the thunder, her arms open wide as her eyes shone with mischief.

Jughead tried desperately to keep the grin off of his face as he leaned against the doorway

“I’d rather not catch a cold, you’re insane! It’s practically a hurricane! Get inside.” He called for her.

“It’s just a little sun shower! I get it, you’re chicken! Aw poor little juggie afraid of a little rain!” Betty put her hands under her arms and began making clucking sounds, splashing through puddles while she taunted Jughead.

He rolled his eyes playfully before shrugging his denim jacket off and running after the drenched blonde, gripping her by the waist and swinging her around as she squealed and clutched the hands holding her.

“Who’s chicken now?” He whispered against her ear, reveling in the way she shivered at the sound of his voice.

Whipping around Betty brought her lips dangerously close to Jugheads causing the dark haired boy to gasp sharply, her breath mingled with his and she whispered back

“Still you.”

She shoved him back and he tumbled into a particularly large puddle, staring up at her with shocked eyes as she giggled and slowly backed away, the rain was slowing down now as he stood and marched towards her.

“See.” She beamed “just a sun shower.” She pulled him towards the truck giggling.

Betty Cooper was the very definition of sunshine.

*****

“Go! Just go! Get out of here!”
Betty dug her fingernails into the side of her head, cradling her face as she rocked back and forth. Jughead was standing in front of her, moving slowly to the blonde crouched in the corner of her bedroom

“Bets.. baby, It’s okay. I’m right here.” He tried to steady his voice, but he had never seen her like this before, she was shaking like a leaf and the heavy tears were dripping down her cheeks.

“I don’t want you to see me like this, I don’t want you… you can’t see my darkness. Please..” she whimpered, shoving her hand out to stop him, his eyes instantly fell to the dark scarlet drops of blood falling from her palms. Fuck it.

He ran to her then, picking her up and dropping her onto his lap, his arms coming around her and wrapping her up as he whispered in her ear as she sobbed openly, clutching his shirt in her cut up palms.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you, I’m right here.” He pressed his lips to the crown of her head, inhaling the strawberry and cream of her shampoo.

“My mom..my dad.. I just…” she choked out.

He shushed her softly, rubbing circles into her back.

“I know, I know.” He held her until she fell asleep and even after that, they stayed wrapped up in each other’s arms.

She was damaged and broken and lovely but Betty Cooper was the very definition of Perfectly imperfect.
****

“I’ve got the last box!” Betty held up the medium sized cardboard box and wiggled excitedly.
“Were officially moved in! Our first home!” She dropped the box on the carpeted floor and stood in front of Jughead her hands on her hips as he smirked at her.

“Casa Cooper-Jones. it’s kind of a dump but..” he trailed off, rubbing his neck nervously.

Betty approached him then, her slender arms coming around his neck

“It’s perfect and it’s all ours, our very own trailer.” She smiled up at him, happiness and love shining through her eyes.

They had bought out one of the trailers on the Southside. Both of the twenty year olds had decided to stay in Riverdale, with Polly being a single mother and Jugheads father getting out of prison soon it was almost impossible to leave their families. Jughead had been the one to bring up the subject and of course his beautiful girlfriend had been nothing but understanding claiming Riverdale community college had a great education program, Jughead was in the process of getting his first novel published So working from home really wasn’t a problem for him.

“I’m going to buy you a big house one day Betty Cooper, I’m going to give you everything you’ve ever dreamed of.”

Betty pressed a soft kiss to his lips and smiled dazed

“You already have.” She whispered.

Betty Cooper was the very definition of his angel.
****

The familiar melody of a 1950s love song played through the speakers in the reception hall, Betty was tucked against Jugheads body, his arms squeezing her waist, fingers toying with the soft white lace on her hips. She hummed into his neck, his nose running up her bare neck, exposed by the ornate updo.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look Mrs.Jones” he mumbled into her soft skin.

Betty giggled
“Only about a hundred times Mr.Jones”

“Well I’m going to tell you every single day until the day we die, you’re my wife now, I think I’ve earned that.” He pulled back and spun her out.

Betty spun back into his arms and laughed
“I can live with that.”

Betty Cooper was his wife.