A/N: this was another great request, hope you enjoy!
“Diana, is this yours?” Diana looked up to see Barry holding a small journal and she shook her head slowly.
“No, that’s (Y/N)’s.” Just as he went to open it she ran over to him and snatched it out of his hand. “Barry don’t read it. She might have something personal in there.” He smirked and snatched it back. “Barry.”
“What? What if there’s something we should know in here? Something that could save the world? Or maybe..” his voice faded off as he flipped through pages, and his eyes widened as he reached a certain one. “Woah.”
“What is it?” Diana moved closer then stopped. “Wait, Barry no. She could walk in and-“
“Dear Diana,” he started. He shot his eyes up to meet hers. “You’re absolutely positive? There’s some good stuff on here.” She huffed and snatched the book from his grasp and he continued to read outloud.
“This is hard. Being in love with a Justice League member is hard. Especially because she doesn’t make it any easier. Like, what the fuck? Here’s the problem. She obviously has perfect lips, which would be totally fine if the rest of her was a little fucked up. But the rest of her isn’t fucked up! The rest of her is also perfect!”
Diana felt her cheeks redening as Barry continued reading.
“That’s not fair! How am I not supposed to love that? Then look at her eyes. Perfect fucking eyes. I just melt whenever I see her eyes. Like are you kidding? Is this a joke? IS SHE PHOTOSHOPPED? It’s so bullshit it makes me angry. Point out ONE FLAW ON DIANAS FACE. TOO BAD, YOU CANT. ITS IMPOSSIBLE.”
Diana had no clue that you’d felt this way about her at all, and she’s had trouble shutting down her feelings for you when she’d thought you weren’t interested in her. She felt a smile tugging at her lips and she couldn’t help but oblige.
“I bet her ears look stupid or something. Nope, they’re perfect too. This is going to be harder than expected. Much harder.” Barry snatched it back from Diana and tried to flip a few pages. “This is great! I never knew (Y/N) was so passionate about love. Especially for you Diana.” That was before before Diana slammed it shut. “Hey!”
“What if she comes back and-“
“Is that my diary?” You ran over to in and Barry handed it to you quickly. “Why do you two have it? What were you doing with it??” Diana, still blushing from what Barry had red turned even redder if that was possible and Barry was on his way out the door.
“I’ll let you two figure this out..?” He flashed (haha) out the room and left you and Diana alone.
“Diana, you two didn’t read anything did you?” She hesitated for a moment.
“It depends. Do you really think my ears are stupid?” She said that with her geeky grin and you couldn’t help but mentally facepalm at the sight of it. “Barry opened it and just started reading it. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. Well, actually, it is.”
“How is it my fault? I didn’t know you liked me back!”
“Wait, back?” You felt a blush creep across your cheeks as well and you both stood in silence for a moment.
“Well, I guess we’ve both been hiding some things..”
“We could always, you know.. Um..”
“(Y/N)? I know I found out in the weirdest way possible, and this isn’t how I wanted to ask, but.. Will you be my girlfriend and let me take you out tomorrow?” You couldn’t even properly get the words out before throwing your arms around her and nodding quickly. She kissed your forehead gently before whispering. “I’m going to have to kill Barry after this.”
“He’s watching us right now.” She chuckled as you spin around and saw him at the door snickering.
A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader where she’s afraid that he won’t like her body the first time they’re intimate because she’s curvy. I’ve done this once or twice before, but I decided to try at it again, from a different standpoint. No smut at all, just a lot of panic between the reader and her friend and an eventual talk with Spencer. @coveofmemories@sexualemobitch@jamiemelyn
“Oh my god, man, I’m freaking out,” you said, standing in front of the mirror in the dressing room, your bestie standing right outside the door. As you contemplated your first intimate moment with Spencer, which you felt was on the horizon fairly soon, you smoothed out the wrinkles in the dress you were trying on. It was a cute light green, almost vintage sundress with small white stripes going across the waist and skirt. You looked awful. Not the dress. You pulled it off immediately without even showing Tina.
She huffed as she saw you discard the green dress, bitching that she hadn’t even been able to see it. “It was not flattering on me, T.”
“I could’ve told you if it was if you would’ve let me see it,” she replied. You could practically hear the eye roll. “And why are you freaking out?”
You’d been over this so many times already and she just didn’t get it. Tina was naturally very thin. You were healthy, you ate well, and exercised whenever you could, but your body always held onto weight much more easily and you carried it much differently than her. “I’m freaking out because my boyfriend is ridiculously thin and he’s only had one other girlfriend in his life and she was crazy thin. And I mean, I’m healthy, but I don’t look like the type of women that throw themselves at him. What if I take my clothes off and he’s repulsed and he runs away?”
Peaking your head out of the dressing room, you were met with Tina grabbing your cheeks. “One, if he did something like that he wouldn’t be worth your time anyway.”
“True,” you replied. “But the thought and/or the act would still hurt like a bitch.”
“Two, you are gorgeous. I thought you were getting better with that?”
You were. But struggling with self-confidence was a day-to-day thing, especially when you’d struggled with it as long as you had. As a kid, you were the “big” one of your friends, so you always felt like the ‘odd man out.’ “I am, but it depends on the day. When I’m at home and dancing half-naked around my apartment, I’m like ‘yea, I feel good, I’m awesome and I look damn good,’ but then I go out in the world and I see magazines with the beautiful women that I wished I looked like and I know I never will and you see these guys fawning over them and you’re like they’ll never fawn over me like that. I’m the friend, not the lover. You feel me?”
In a panic, you ducked back into the dressing room and tried on dress after dress, not liking the way any of them fit. Finally, you found another one (you’d already picked out one you didn’t hate) that you were willing to show Tina. “How about this one?” you asked, stepping out fully and looking down at the flowy material. The dress was a deep green with random white dots. You wouldn’t describe it as polka dot, because the pattern was a little less consistent, but it was pretty nonetheless and you didn’t hate the way you looked in it.
“Oh my god, it’s gorgeous,” she said, taking your hands and twirling you around outside the dressing room. Another client in the store commented on how she liked the dress on you, which made you feel better about it. You decided to try on the royal blue one you liked one more time.
As you stepped into the dressing room again you thought about the compliment from the random stranger. It felt good. Why did you take a compliment better from a stranger than a friend? You guessed it was because you assumed a friend had to be nice to you because they were your friend, while a stranger held no loyalties, but it still pissed you off that you always rejected compliments from friends. “So blue or green?” Tina asked, just as you were about to step out from the room again.
“I don’t know,” you whined. The royal blue was plain and patternless, but there were pleats in the front, which in your mind, disguised the stomach you had.
Tina playfully smacked the side of your face. “Focus and answer immediately. No thought,” she said. “Forget what anyone thinks. Which one do you feel more comfortable in?”
“There you are. Blue it is. Now go get changed. We’ll check out, and I can walk you through your panic.”
What would you do without her? She really was a constant for you. You really shouldn’t have expected anything less from your best friend for life though. Together since grade school, she’d stuck by your side through thick and thin.
After checking out, you got into the car and started driving back to your apartment. Spencer was supposed to be picking you up in a few hours and you still needed time to get ready. It wasn’t as if you were planning on having sex tonight, but you’d been going out for a few months and felt like it was naturally going to happen fairly soon. “Now, you still have a few hours, so I want you to get into some pajamas that make you feel good and dance around the apartment. Then when you change into the dress you’ll be feeling good. If you sit around in the dress, you’ll panic.”
She knew you too well. You’d start picking things apart and freaking out even more. “Have you shaved?” she asked as you put on a random t-shirt and boy-shorts.
“Legs and bikini?”
“Thanks, Tina! Now my neighbors know I have a freshly shaven bikini area, yea I’m good!”
“Okay good,” she laughed. She told you to sit down in front of her while she fixed your makeup and for the next couple of hours she distracted you with random crap so you didn’t focus on how nervous you were.
By the time you got changed into the dress you bought, it was only 15 minutes until Spencer was supposed to pick you up. Tina made her way out, telling you not to freak out, you were going to be fine, and if Spencer didn’t appreciate your body for exactly what it was then he sucked ass anyway. All true. Still nervous. But whatever, you couldn’t change a damn thing right now.
At last, there was a knock on the door. “Hey, Spence,” you said, opening the door to see that he was also wearing blue. God, he looked good in every color, it was stupid. “How was work?”
“Just got back from a case and we were able to return the boy to his family, so all in all it was a good case. If there is such a thing.” As he stepped into your apartment, he gathered you close to him and took your lips in a searing kiss. “I’ve missed you though.”
“I’ve missed you, too.” He ran his hands down your back, pulling you closer and running his eyes down the length of your dress. It was rare that you could see it yourself, but you could see that he thought you looked good, his eyes lingering on your legs and the way the dress hugged your waist.
“You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” you said, blushing slightly as you looked down at the floor.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “You never blush.”
You heaved an enormous sigh. You hated sharing your insecurities, but part of gaining confidence was being more open about those insecurities, so you decided to just say it. “I’ve been panicking about us having sex for the first time,” you blurted out, enjoying the stunned look on his face.
“Why?” he exclaimed. “I haven’t put pressure on you or anything right? Because if I have, I seriously didn’t realize it…but can I ask why?” He was so confused.
You closed the door behind him, pulling him into the kitchen as you grabbed a glass of water. “Well, you remember me telling you about how I’ve struggled with my looks?” He nodded, recalling the conversation you’d had shortly after you started dating. “I still struggle with it. Most days I’m good now, because I’ve really been working on it, but other days I see the pictures of women who are admired that I’ll never look like and I fear that people won’t like me because of it. Stupid? Probably. But my brain can’t help it. It spikes and it dips. Plus, you are stick thin and could actually be a goddamn model, and your only other girlfriend was thin and beautiful, so I panic thinking that you’ll see me naked and wanna run away.”
Spencer chuckled under his breath, stepping into the kitchen and gathering his arms around your waist. There were a few tears in your eyes. You were emotional and freaked out, but you weren’t going to cry. “It’s not stupid. Unfortunately, that’s the way a lot of people are age grew up, thinking that if you didn’t look a certain way you weren’t deserving of love. But I think you’re beautiful for a number of reasons, including how you look. I would be the king of assholes if I ran away at the sight of you.”
“True,” you laughed. “But I’ve been with assholes who’ve told me I needed to lose weight.” You’d never admitted that to him before. His mouth dropped open in astonishment.
“Seriously? Fucking assholes.”
You snorted as his exclamation. Spencer wasn’t one to curse. That was your territory. “Yea, but sometimes I still freak, you know? I’m getting better with feeling good in my own skin, but it’s still hard, and I’ve got a super hot boyfriend that could get any woman he wants.”
I think you’re wrong there,” he snickered. “But the point is, I want you. We don’t have to do anything until you’re ready, but whenever you are, I can tell you I’ll be waiting expectantly. To be honest, I have a thing for your butt.”
“Really?” you asked, turning around and patting your hands over your ass. You actually didn’t hate it. Again…that was growth. “Well, maybe you’ll get to see this butt one of these days.”
“Yessss,” he hissed, pumping his hands in the air like a high-school jock that just scored a touchdown. “My girlfriend has a great butt and a heart of gold.”
Stiles had never had the typical childhood. He was always a bit weird, only had one friend, and not the most normal of interests.
And then his mom died, and he was known as the weird kid whose dad was never home, only had one friend, and no mom.
And that was blessedly normal in comparison. He’d known of other kids that were weird, other kids that didn’t have many friends, whose parents overworked, who didn’t have parents. He wasn’t that different.
But then the letter came. He watched as his father read it over dozens of times with a pained twist in his eyes, then sitting him down at the kitchen table, pouring himself a glass of whiskey, and telling him about his mother. His mother, who was apparently a witch.
He didn’t know anyone else whose mother was a witch.
Then came the packing, and the hugs and the tears, and the train, and meeting Scott- who was no Heather, but maybe could be, someday. And everyone around him was just like him, in one way or another. He wasn’t the weird kid anymore; they all were, which made them all normal.
So of course something had to happen to give him back that title, and it happened his first damn day.
The eponymous Tasha Banes arrives at a quaint B&B.
One guest is less than welcoming. Tasha admires a ring the woman is wearing. (Hint: we should pay attention!) Tasha passive-aggressively offers to cleanse the old woman’s aura, but the woman just snickers. Tasha gets all checked in, and later that night it’s revealed why she’s at the charming B&B –witch hunting.
Spoons was sitting as stiff as a board, her butt firmly planted on a stool as Rook hovered behind her, his large frame utterly dwarfing the woman as he delicately trimmed the damaged strands of her hair like a garden hedge. Pitch was standing off to the side, leaning against the main mast and watching the proceedings with an expression akin to watching paint dry.
But it wasn’t long before the woman once again turned to glower at the port side railing.
“It’s not going to rear up and get you, woman. Calm yourself,” Pitch drawled, voice laced with amusement. Ace snickered in response, whipping around to busy himself with pinning the shirt up when Spoons caught the sound and shot him a glare.
“I know that,” he heard her snipe, and Ace looked over his shoulder just in time to see Rook palm the entirety of her head to make her sit still, keeping her looking straight ahead as he made sure his cuts were even. The rasp of scissors snipping through the strands indicated he’d found an unsatisfactory spot. “I’m not five,” she stated with a pout.
Her head was hilariously tiny in the larger man’s hand.
“Then quit squirming and let the nice man finish making your hair pretty,” was Pitch’s chiding retort, taking on what Ace liked to call his ‘big brother’ voice.
Spoons grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “I’ll make your hair pretty,” but continued to do as the man asked, though not without adding a quip of her own, of course. “Whatever happened to bedside manner, Doc?” she asked in a wry tone.
“Don’t call me that,” Pitch answered rather quickly, “And you’re hardly bedridden, so manners need not apply.”
Ok how about Aqua trying to teach F!Kamui how to dance and sing but she's a dork so she keeps messing up?
Thank you for doing the follow forever ask.
And there lain the aquatic being, by the outskirts of the
kingdom’s central town. She was a lengthy distance away from the castle as she
was surrounded by a pool of water. Aqua was not by herself and instead she was
accompanied by Lady Kamui of Nohr. The azure haired woman grasped kamui’s hand,
guiding her steps as they danced-well sort of. As the dancer showed Kamui simple spins, kamui tried to
imitate, but either fell flat on her face or twirled so fast that it looked
like she was about to transform into a wilderbeast. “..Lady Kamui?!” Kamui was slumped down on the
ground with her head in her arms. She looked like she was about to throw a temper
Jacob Whitesides Imagine for my best friend because this week has sucked
“(Y/F/N) to the main office for early dismissal, (Y/F/N) to the main office for early dismissal.” The loud speaker boomed, and you furrowed your eyebrows as you gathered your things. Your mom hadn’t told you she was picking you up early that day so you were a little confused, but you nodded a goodbye to your teacher and left your boring Spanish class, flipping off the jerks in the back mentally.
You walked down the deserted hallways, the lockers shining dully in the morning sunlight. It was a little past 11 and you had had a terrible week. Everything that could’ve gone wrong did, and to top it all off your boyfriend had extended his touring to another week.
“You understand, don’t you babe?” He had asked you over the phone, and you sighed.
“I understand, but I just miss you.”
“I know, I miss you too. One more week, that’s all baby. Stay strong.”
“It’s hard to stay strong without you here.”
“You can do it, I believe in you.” He had encouraged, but to have his encouragement and to have him be physically next to you were two very different things.
You opened the door to the main office and smiled warmly at the woman at the front desk.
“Hi, I’m (Y/F/N), I was just called down here for early dismissal?” You asked and she nodded.
“Oh! You’ve got quite a nice young man waiting for you outside. He came up and signed you out already, if you’ll just sign here and date it..” she said, pointing to the early dismissal sheet on the counter. You scrawled your signature quickly, wondering if it was who you thought it was waiting outside for you. It couldn’t be Jacob, but a girl could wish, couldn’t she?
You smiled at the woman again and walked outside, the bright sunlight making you squint for a few seconds. Then your eyes adjusted and a single car was parked out front, a candy apple red corvette. The windows were tinted so you couldn’t see the driver, but you knew Jacob didn’t own a car like this.
The drivers side door opened and a tall, familiar figure came out, dressed in a white v-neck shirt and a black leather jacket, dark jeans and black vans completing his outfit.
“Jacob?” You asked, shocked. You had dropped your bag right onto the sidewalk and watched him with wide eyes as he walked over to you.
“Hey, baby. Are you surprised?” He asked with a smile brighter than the sun that was beating down on your shoulders. You opened and closed your mouth, unable to speak. Then Jacob opened his arms and you ran into them, breathing him in. You missed him so much, you couldn’t believe he was really here, holding you tightly to his chest and kissing the top of your head.
“How are you doing, babe?” He asked, pulling back a little.
You looked up at him with big, sad eyes and stuck out your bottom lip into a pout.
“Ah. So that’s how you’re doing. Well, lucky for us, your school let me sign you out early.” He said with a grin, stepping back and opened the passengers side door to the corvette.
“When did you get this?” You asked, sitting down. He picked up your discarded bag and put it in the middle between you two before getting back into the car.
“I uh rented it. I know you like them so I thought it’d be fun to pick you up from school in one.” He explained, turning the key in the ignition. The engine revved to life, and soon you two were driving along the highway, the windows rolled down and your hair blowing in the wind.
You watched Jacob drive, his muscles contracting as he turned the wheel, his face concentrated as he watched the road. He was the best driver, always careful and always thinking.
“You’re staring at me.” He commented, not really bothered by it.
“I have a habit of staring at beautiful things.” You said cheekily, making him blush.
“You must have a hard time putting down the mirror then.” He shot back.
It was quiet for a few moments as the radio played softly in the background, Jacob humming along.
“So, where are we going?” You asked.
“Anywhere you want. Just say the word, baby.” He said and you looked at him,
“You’re the best boyfriend ever. You win all the awards, it’s official.” You said, falling back into your seat.
“I just want my baby to be happy. You weren’t happy, so I’m trying my best to put that beautiful smile back on your face again.”
“I love you.” You said after a beat, letting everything sink in. You really did love him, despite the long distance relationship hardships and short times together.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” He said, holding his hand off for you. You took it and intertwined your fingers, watching the expanse of road in front of you.
“We could go to a museum! Or get ice cream..or see a movie..or walk around the city..”
“Why not do it all? Sounds fun and we’ve got the whole day. Actually, the whole weekend. You don’t really wanna spend the next two days at home all alone, do you?” He asked and you shook your head fiercely.
The day was spent walking in and out of stores you two had never heard of before, ordering ice cream for each other and making Jacob eat every last gummy bear even though you had put over 20 of them in hos soft serve cup, running through a museum trying to see everything before it closed and finally making it last-minute to a movie, just barely missing the beginning.
“The first few minutes are the most important.” He whispered, taking a handful of popcorn.
“Are they really? What about the last few minutes?”
“Them too, but without the first ones you wouldn’t know how it started.”
“But without the last five minutes you wouldn’t know how it ended.” You countered, your voice getting a little loud. A woman behind you shushed you rudely and Jacob snickered. You rolled your eyes and leaned your cheek on his arm, watching the movie intently.
The drive home was full of off-key singing and laughing loudly at things that weren’t really funny. You dropped your keys twice trying to unlock the front door and bent over to pick them up. You were laughing so hard at yourself that you couldn’t stand back up, causing Jacob to laugh even harder.
“There are tears coming out of my eyes!” He exclaimed, wiping at his eyes.
You finally unlocked the front door and stumbled in, still giggling. Jacob locked the door behind him and followed you upstairs, sitting down on your bed as you picked out your pajamas.
“You need pajamas?” You asked him and he shook his head.
“I packed a few things, they’re in the trunk of my car,” He said tiredly, getting up, “I’ll go get them.”
He left the room and you changed into your pajamas quickly, wiping off your makeup and cleaning your face in the bathroom. Once you finished you headed back to your bedroom, Jacob standing with a huge suitcase next to him.
“You packed just a few things?” You asked, surveying his luggage. He shrugged tiredly and chuckled.
“Maybe a few more things than what I said.” He admitted, digging through for a soft grey t-shirt and plaid boxers.
“I’m just gonna go get changed babe, be right back.”
“You can change in here, I’ll close my eyes.” You said, already placing your hands over your eyes. He chuckled but didnt leave the room, so you assumed he was getting changed. Sneakily you opened one of your fingers, peeking through to see Jacob’s muscular back as he put on his shirt. You closed your fingers quickly and waited until he said it was okay to open them.
“I’m done, you can look now.” He said and you took your hands away from your face, scooting back onto your king sized bed and getting under the covers.
“You look adorable when you’re tired, did you know that?” He asked, getting in beside you. He reached for the lamp and turned the lights off, snuggling in next to you.
“I look pissed off, which is my usual look.”
“But it’s a cute kind of pissed off. Like you’re mad but you’re mad at cats.”
“I am mad at cats.”
“As long as you’re not mad at me.”
“I never could be mad at you, Jacob. You’re my everything.”
There was a moment of silence and then Jacob wrapped an arm around your middle, bringing you to his chest.
“I’m nothing without you, though.” He mumbled against your neck and you shivered.
“Want me to sing you to sleep like I used to?” He asked and you nodded. Jacob hadn’t sang you to sleep in forever. He just got too busy and you felt bad asking him to since he would go on tour and sing, then have to come home to you and sing again.
“You fix your make up, just so. Guess you don’t know, that your beautiful. Try on every dress that you own. You were fine in my eyes, a half hour ago..” He sang quietly in your ear, bringing a smile to your face. He was singing your song, the song he played for you when you two first met, then at your anniversary date, and now.
“If your mirror won’t make it any clearer I’ll be the one to let you know..”
You rolled over so you were facing him, listening to him sing and his heartbeat lull you to sleep.
You fell asleep minutes later, hearing nothing but, “All of the stars, you make them shine like they were ours. Ain’t nobody in the world but you and I..” echoing in your ears, ensuring that you had the sweetest of dreams.
This is for Kenzie cause yeah. She had a rough week and everything just sucks and since I can’t get Jacob to actually do this (although he might if I could’ve asked him) this was the next best thing. I love ya so much buddy, stay strong and don’t take shit from nobody. If we get make it through tomorrow we’re home free to DigiFest, we’re almost there!