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Bestfriend Trouble (1/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)

A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.

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READER’S POV

“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.

“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.

“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.

“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.

“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.

“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.

“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.

“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.

Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.

Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.

“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.

“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.

“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.

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The next day

I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.

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Hallelujah, You’re Home

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          It’s been two years. Two years since they’ve felt rain on their faces. Two years since they’ve seen their families, since they’ve spoken to their families. Two years since they really started to learn what war was. Two years since they stopped being teenagers and became soldiers. Two years since they left Earth. Three, for Shiro.

           But now they’re going back. They’re going home.

           Well, for a little while, at least. The war isn’t over. The Galra Empire has been taking over the universe for over 10,000 years, it can’t be taken down in simply two. But in two years, the Voltron Alliance has grown substantially, and they’ve taken down enough Galra higher ups that Voltron is almost universally known and called upon, and with fame, comes questions. It’s not a secret anymore that the five Paladins of Voltron are from Earth. Everybody knows, so there’s no point in avoiding Earth anymore. At least, that’s what the Paladins keep telling Allura. Earth is vulnerable now; it’s a target, and with it’s technology as unadvanced as it was when they left, they’re at a serious disadvantage if the Galra ever attacked. They probably still have no idea that aliens even exist. Earth needs Voltron. Earth needs the Voltron Alliance, and the Voltron Alliance needs Earth.

           Also, Lance just really needs his mom.

           So, here they are, entering the Milky Way Galaxy, all waiting anxiously at their stations on the control deck.

           “Ha! Boom, bitches! Wi-fi is up!” Pidge punches her fists in the air in triumph and ignores the half-hearted look her father shoots her when she says “bitches”.

           The others have long since gotten used to Pidge and her amazing technical ability, but they still all look at her in shock, except for Matt. He had obviously helped her.

           “Pidge, how the hell did you get wi-fi in space?” Keith asks incredulously.

           Lance nods in agreement. “Seriously. Tell me how I can’t get a signal in the desert outside of Galaxy Garrison, but you can get one past Saturn.”

           At this, Pidge snorts and raises an eyebrow at them. “You didn’t have me. Or amazingly amplifying Altean technology.”

           “Something tells me it was mostly the Altean tech.”

           “Shh and bow before my genius.”

           Pidge, Hunk, and Lance all immediately grab their phones and start scrolling on them, ignoring Coran’s announcement that they’ll be to Earth in two dobashes.

           “Oh my god. They told everybody we’re all dead. We have a memorial!” Pidge exclaims.

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anonymous asked:

"So tell me, cat, I can't be the only one who notices your sickly macho performance in front of Madame Dupain-Cheng."

“So tell me, Chat, I can’t be the only one who notices your sickly macho performance in front of Madame Dupain-Cheng.”

Ladybug was covering her mouth and laughing while Chat Noir stood in front of Alya’s microphone, sweating under the scrutiny. “I-I-I would never presume to act like that in front of a married woman, I mean Mme. Dupain-Cheng is married to Adrien Agreste after all.”

“Oh please,” Alya snorted, “don’t pretend like you weren’t totally flexing your muscles in front of her the other day at that charity event, it’s all on camera.”

“Yeah, Chat,” Ladybug joked, nudging him with her elbow, “Why don’t you tell them what’s really going on.”

Chat smiled innocently and leaned in close to Ladybug’s ear to hiss, “Don’t think I’m not going to pay you back for this later, Mari.”


[leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i’ll write the next five]

Yours, Unfaithfully [Chapter 2]

Originally posted by jacksonisjbssin

Chapter 2 of Yours, Unfaithfully.

Series Genre: AU/Angst/Smut

Chapter 1


The rest of the evening you went through the motions, smiling through the pain as countless guests congratulated you on your upcoming nuptials.

You wished you could leave. You wanted to hate your parents for separating you from the one person who understood every part of your heart, mind and body, but you couldn’t. They had given you everything under the sun and in their own way, you knew they were doing what they thought was best for you.

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No Regrets (Part 8)

Hey… I’ve kept you waiting - I know! - but I really needed to read this over a couple of times and I’m finally happy with it so here you go!

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: I loved how much feedback I received from you lot! Nothing motivates me more than to hear your thoughts on my writing - keep it coming!

Need to catch up? Here’s PART 7 or NO REGRETS MASTERLIST




You were done feeling sorry for yourself. Your plan to live a life of ‘No Regrets’ has clearly backfired and you found yourself in a bigger mess than you were before. You were still single and more frustrated than ever. And you’ve managed to create an uneasy atmosphere at work. Tick, tick, tick, all checked off a list of How to be a Loser.

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I Shouldn’t (part 2)

Originally posted by knightlley

Pairing: Archie x Reader (sorta?)

Word Count: 596

Warnings: Angst feels….

Anon Requested

A/N: This was requested by a LOT of people, I’m very thankful for everyone’s feedback. Love you guys! <3

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It had been a week since the semi-formal and Archie was still on your mind constantly. But he kept to his word, he’d left you alone like he promised. That didn’t stop the looks of longing you’d catch when he’d think you weren’t looking.

One of the days afterward, when you were leaving your French class, (you had found out pretty quickly you were terrible at it), someone cornered you into of the empty classrooms. It was Jughead, one of Archie’s good friends. Or, at least he used to be. You’d heard that they had a bit of falling out over the summer.

“Jughead, what the hell-.” “What do you know?” he so rudely interrupted. You looked at him strangely. “What do you mean what do i know?” His frown deepened.

“Archie’s been a little off since this summer don’t you agree? And I know it’s not just because you broke up.” You gulped, knowing exactly what could fall under the category of what Jughead was prying at.

“I-I’m not comfortable talking about Archie right now Jug, why don’t you go ask him yourself?” you said as you tried to leave. He blocked your path. “I’ve been observing you, I know you know something.” he continued to pry. You groaned.

“I don’t know anything! Please, just leave me alone!” you exclaimed having enough of his bullshit.

“Fine. Just answer me this. Why did you both break up anyway?” he asked with a slight smirk. “Oh come on, I’m curious.” he said as you stayed silent. Your shoulders slumped in defeat as you thought again about the events that led to your relationship’s demise.

“Let me guess,” Jughead started to walk in a circle around you. “Was it sometime around July 4th?” “How did you know?”

He stopped quickly and turned to you sharply. “Because! That’s when he changed. We’d planned on going on a road trip that weekend when he bailed on the last minute. Please, just tell me what you know.” He pleaded.

Your fists clenched into balls as you looked at him furiously. “Why do you wanna know so bad!? Huh? What’s in it for you?” He sighed deeply in response. “Look, y/n. I just want my best friend back. The old Archie. Don’t you want him back too?”

You scoffed. “As if, I don’t think I could have it in me to forgive him for what he did.” Your arms crossed in front of you as you looked up at Jughead. “Y/n… What did he do?” he asked softly.

Tears started to form as you used the heels of your palm to attempt to push them away. You sighed heavily. “He cheated on me… With Ms.Grundy.”

“What!?” He gasped. You looked down in shame. “Oh come on y/n. The music teacher, really? And I thought you would be more creative. We both know that is just a big load of crap.” He stated as he turned to leave.

“Believe it or not, but if you want the old Archie back, you’ll confront him. It would leave me in a better state of mind.” you called after him as he waved you off.

Jughead grumbled to himself as he pulled out his headphones, complaining silently about what a waste of time talking to you had been. He passed by the music room when something caught his eye through his peripheral vision.

He shoved off his headphones as he back-tracked and peered through the window that showed the entirety of the music room, and his jaw dropped.

There he saw Archie and Ms. Grundy, kissing.

tags: @noisyinfluencerstrawberry @bananakid42 @riverdaleaesthetic @itstenafterfour

anonymous asked:

Rebelcaptain + "my one night stand is actually my child's teacher and now back to school night is awkward"

Less of a one night stand and more of a “holy shit I’ve never connected with anyone this much and it was just a random convo in a bar that turned into a midnight walk now what” thing BUT STILL.

(Also, to anyone interested: I hardcore headcanon Rey as autie-spec so just. Deal, I suppose.)


“No,” says Jyn, without looking up from her phone.

Finn scoffs. “You don’t even know what I have.

“I know it’s a no.”

“You suck,” says Finn, but he puts it back, whatever it is. “It’s a party. Parties mean cake.”

“And you’ve had three pieces.” She peers at him through her bangs. “I’m not paying for fillings, Finn.”

“I don’t need fillings,” says Finn. “And I’ve had two pieces.”

“You’ve had three,” says Jyn, in the don’t push me voice, and Finn just scoffs. Finn’s never been scared of her the way other foster kids have been. She must not be all that intimidating, considering his situation. “I’ve been keeping track. So has Rey.”

Rey, sitting in the chair next to Jyn, offers a fist bump. Jyn knocks their knuckles together, and goes back to her emails.

“You’re killing my game,” says Finn.

“Since when do you have game?” says Rey, and there they go. It’s more soothing than anything, to be honest. Rey and Finn never actually fight—they bicker, but they’ve never been angry at each other that Jyn’s seen, not in the full year since she took them on, and so the pair of them playing snap and snarl just means occasionally reaching out and snagging Rey by the back of her uniform skirt to keep her from bouncing right off her feet.

Rey’s overstimulated, she thinks. Finn’s tired. Jyn’s done. Her patience with this event ran out about five minutes after it started, but parent participation is a big thing here, and if she leaves people will notice. Sitting in the corner going through her emails, at least, is more acceptable. And it keeps people from asking if she’s really the mother of the Juvenile Hall Hell Twins.

She turns her phone on sleep mode by accident, and swears.

“Can we go?” Rey flops into the seat next to her again, draws her knee up to her chest. Another mother hisses when Rey’s skirt slips up to her hips, and Jyn absently nudges at her leg, knocks her foot back to the floor. “My head hurts.”

“Twenty minutes.”

“Do you have the stuff?”

“Bag,” says Jyn, without looking up, and Rey drags Jyn’s messenger bag out from under the chair to find the fidget cube and her noise-canceling headphones. “If I meet one more idiot I’m going to stab them.”

Finn says, “Don’t do that.”

“Make me,” says Jyn, and taps him in the ankle with the toe of her shoe. “You finish the list?”

“Everybody but Mr. A,” says Finn, happily. Jyn taps Rey on the shoulder, flashes five fingers—five minutes—and then shoves her phone back into her pocket. “He said he couldn’t come, but I saw him over there, he’s the last.”

“Is this the sweaters one or the blind one?”

“Sweaters,” says Finn. “He always has great sweaters.”

“So you’ve said.” She’s not entirely sure if Finn has a crush on his—chemistry?—teacher, or if he’s just starry-eyed about the sweaters themselves, but she’s sure she’s heard the name Mr. A being tossed around the living room once or twice. Though it might have been in context of Finn getting detention. She can’t quite remember. “Go say hi, then.” 

“You coming?”

Jyn looks at him, and lifts one eyebrow.

“Jyn,” says Finn. “C’mon.”

“I said one more idiot.”

“Mr. A isn’t an idiot.” Finn, thirteen and suddenly remembering that, gropes for words. “He’s—weird. He’s kinda weird.”

“Finn.”

“He’s your kinda weird.”

“Nobody’s my kind of weird,” says Jyn. “And I don’t need dating advice from a kid who eats three pieces of cake in fifteen minutes and then swears it has no effect on his game.”

“Oh my god,” says Finn, and when she nudges him with her elbow he rocks back and forth like she’s shoved him off a cliff. “C’mon. Please?”

Pros and cons don’t take long. Pro: get it done, get out faster. Con: make yet another enemy of your foster son’s fleet of teachers. Not that it’s hard. “Fine,” says Jyn. “Where?”

Finn’s smile could battery power the sun, she thinks. Add that to the list of pros.

There’s a knot of teachers over by the buffet table (picked clean by middle school-aged, humanoid crows), all gaggled together and laughing and whispering about private school education things that make Jyn’s teeth go on edge. Finn melts away from her about halfway between her wallflower position and the table, slips into the labyrinth to go root out his teacher—biology? Lit? I don’t remember—and Jyn drags the phone back out. Two emails from Bodhi, those she’s already read, a bunch of texts from Saw, one or two from Mara, and—

“This is my mom,” says Finn, in the stumbly way he has when he’s excited, and Jyn looks up from her phone to correct him when she stops.

Sweaters, yeah. Sweaters, and dark eyes, and a surprised little O to his mouth, and Jyn wants to die. He looks almost the same as he did four years—four? Four—ago, just slightly better put together. Not quite as disheveled as a last year uni student balancing on the edge of a sidewalk at two in the morning, laughing like he’s never met anybody as funny, pressing a scrap of paper into her hand.

Call me, please. Please.

She still has the number, somewhere. She’d never picked up the phone.

Cassian’s eyes flicker, and then his face closes down. A small thin smile settles like an angry cat on his mouth. “You’re Finn and Rey’s mother.”

“Foster-mother,” says Jyn, through tacky lips, and looks at the hand he offers, wondering if there’s a bomb in it. Finally, she takes it, shakes once. “Jyn. Erso.”

Finn, oblivious, rolls his eyes. “Mom.

“I don’t know who Mom is,” says Jyn. Her tongue is numb. “I’m Jyn.”

“Jyn, come on.” He fidgets with his blazer. “She doesn’t like to be called Mom, I told you. She said she’s too young to have two thirteen year olds.”

“And I am,” says Jyn.

Finn pokes his tongue out at her.

“It’s good to finally meet you,” says Cassian. There’s a hint of something in his face that she can’t make out without a shot of vodka and traipsing through Islington past midnight because last call sounded and they still had too much to say. “Finn and Rey both have a lot to say about you.”

“And they talk a lot about you, too,” says Jyn. She wants to die. “You’re—”

“My history teacher,” says Finn. His eyes have begun to narrow.

“Rey’s in my homeroom class,” says Cassian at the same time. Oh, God, fuck, God, fuck, fuck me, fuck— “We’ll probably be meeting up again in a few weeks. Parent-teacher events.”

Please, someone, vaporize me right now. “Right,” says Jyn, and looks down at her phone in her hand. She’s surprised she hasn’t dropped it. “Finn, I think Rey’s had enough. We should probably go.”

“Yeah,” says Finn. He gives her one last beady look. “Sure.”

“Good to meet you,” says Jyn. Again.

“Pleasure,” says Cassian, and shoves his hand back into the pocket of his wooly jumper. “I’m sure.”    

I Don’t Dance - Jughead x Reader

A/N — This isn’t a request, but I’ve been having some inspiration lately to write this little Jughead x Reader for a while now. So I hope you enjoy this because it’s going to be some cute fluffy, flustered Jug!

Words: 1120

Warnings: None

(Y/N) , (H/C) , (E/C) , (F/C) — Your name, hair colour, eye colour, your favourite colour.

English. Wasn’t your favourite school subject, but it got you through the semester. The only reason you get by in this class is your crush, Jughead Jones.  So familiar with his black hair tucked under his signature crown shaped beanie also makes you smile whenever you see him. Okay, the only downside of your friendship is that you think that’s all you’re ever going to be.

Friends. Or so I thought.

You see, you and Jughead have always had this thing. Since you met in middle school, you’ve had a thing with passing notes through class to each other. Sure, it was pretty childish, but since you two both are it makes their day somehow.

She sat there quietly in her seat. The teacher’s words slowly fading into the back of her mind as she focuses on her sketches in her English book. Something snapped (Y/N) suddenly out of daze. She looked up from her desk to find a smirking Jughead looking at her from the seat in front.

Of course, it was another one one of his notes.

(Y/N)  smirked back and fidgeted her fingers around the small piece of paper opening it carefully.

Hey there, Juliet. Daydreaming again?’

She looked up from the note, a scoff escaping her lips as Jughead bit his. She pulled out her own pen, flipping the note over and replying back to him.

‘Pfft, what? Never.’

(Y/N) folded back up the note, throwing it at the back of his head, a chuckle escaping his mouth which broke the silence in the room. A small giggle escaped hers too, but they both quickly shut up as the teacher gave them a steady glare. They quickly went back to their work, until about two minutes later another slip of paper landed on her book. She slowly once again opened it and read it carefully, a blush rising on (Y/N)’s soft cheeks.

‘Stay back behind class. I gotta talk to you.’

Jughead wrote, adding a smiley face to the back of the note. A smile crept onto her face. (Y/N) pushed her (H/C) hair back and wrote back straight away.

‘Is this an invitation or a demand, Mr Jones?’

She quickly slipped it into his hand, just as the bell for the period to end rang. The class quickly stood up from their seats, eager to head off to go home from a long stressful Monday of school. A couple minutes later, the rest of the students including the teacher left the room leaving Jughead and (Y/N) alone. He adjusted the satchel that slung over his skinny shoulder, leaning against his desk as he watched her close her bag and throw it over her shoulder.

“Hey stranger. I can see you didn’t focus in class very much.” Jughead chuckled to himself earning a glare from (Y/N).

“Hey, if it wasn’t for you passing your notes to me every five seconds I wouldn’t have gotten one of Mrs Stone’s dirty glares.” You pouted at him, standing up from your seat and walking to him.  “But seriously, it’s a Monday and I should be heading home but with your persuasion of you wanting me to stay, I’m eager for what you are going to say, Mr Jones.” You smirked at him.

“Well, I know you might have plans tonight, OR you might be going, I don’t really keep track on school events much since..y’know.” Jughead paused.

Jason.” You finished his sentence, knowing exactly what he meant.

Yeah. Anyway, if you didn’t have anyone taking you already… um, I was hoping you could go to the dance with me tonight, (Y/N)?” He looked up from the ground and gazed straight into your (E/C) eyes. It felt so strange hearing these words come out of Jug’s mouth. He never seemed like the type to go to a school dance, until now, you wondered.

The school dance was every girl’s desire at Riverdale High. Proposals in the most outrageous ways were done all around, little things from spelling it out in cupcakes to full out marching bands with the guy singing to their heart’s desire. But the way he asked her, it was simple, it was casual, it was perfect.

Wow, Juggie. I didn’t think you were a dancing kind of guy.” You nudged him playfully.

“Well, I’m not. I-I don’t dance… ever.” Jughead blushed to himself.

“Oh come on, I doubt you’ll be that bad!”  She reassured him. He just shrugged, a blush crawling onto his cheeks once again with a small smile, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his black jacket.

“Okay, well, if you accept I’ll try and give it a shot, just for you. Please?”  His green eyes stared into yours, making it your turn to now blush.

“Fine, okay, yes. Of course I’ll go with you, dork.”

In a million years, she never imagined that her crush, Jughead Jones, a dancing type, yet again a type to ask another person to a dancing event. Everyone always thought Jughead was asexual, so did you, although you kept crushing on him. Jughead smiled to himself, spinning around on his heels and walking out the door. You bit your lip closing your eyes, adjusting the strap on your bag once again and followed him out the door.

The dance was starting in about an hour. You were sitting at home finishing the final touches of your makeup and hair for the dance. It wasn’t too crazy, just simple, that’s how you enjoyed it. (Y/N) pulled into place her (F/C) dress to make herself comfortable, before looking in the mirror at herself one last time before heading downstairs. She took a deep breathe out, grabbing her clutch bag and heading out the door. As soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she received a message as her phone vibrated in her hand. Her eyes scanned over the message, making (Y/N) smile as she walked towards the front door and opened it, finding a smiling Jughead in a black suit standing there with of course, his famous crown shaped beanie.

“You ready to see the rest of the school grinding up against each other?” Jughead asked sarcastically, making a snort escape your mouth, soon later making him laugh too.

“Let’s do this,”  You smiled, closing the door behind you. Jughead held out a hand as an invitation or you to take. “Is this an invitation or a demand, Mr Jones?”  You smirked at him, stating a quote from earlier that day, making him smirk too. You placed your hand in his and walked to his dad’s truck parked right outside your house.

A/N — I hope you enjoyed my first imagine, I’d love to write a part 2 to this imagine as I found it so cute, so if you’re up for it please send me an ask or message! Thanks for reading!

Erase the past.

Requested by @imagination-factory I’m not quite sure if I was really able to deliver the angst + fluff here so hopefully, this is alright enough for you! Thank you for sending in your request!


Barry looks back one last time, heart beating against his chest, when he spies Batman lying crumpled on the ground. He almost feels bad for doing that to him, he really doe, but right now, all he can think about is his own survival and how he really needs to make it this time. He can no longer do-over – this is the last chance and he really needs to get this right or otherwise, everything’s just done. Destroyed. Like the rest of the league members and the world that is slowly going up in flames. With one thought in mind, Barry tries his hardest to create a temporal breach, one that would hopefully take him right back to before his entire world started crumbling.

Barry crashes on to the ground the moment he arrives, letting out a groan. He is in pain but Barry has greater things in mind to think of so he sits up and looks around – the world isn’t on fire, the skies are still light and he checks his clock, it’s working very fine – and jumps up. He knows where he has landed – it’s Central City – so he makes a quick dash to check the date – it’s at least two days before the event happened so he has time – and rushes off to Gotham City find the cause of the problem.

You had been enjoying your tea with Damian when suddenly Barry appears in front of you, catching you by surprise because he had only just left the manor a good ten minutes ago. “Hi, Barry! Did you leave something behind?” You ask him, setting down the cup beside Damian’s book. “You could have just called and I would have dropped it off.”

Hearing your voice might have been too much for Barry because his mind is starting to become blurry, his thoughts swirling in a whirlwind and he can tell he is just about to cry. He knows he has tears in his eyes – he had feel them welling up when he saw your face.

Barry needs to make this quick. He knows there is no way for The Bat to follow him here but he also knows he should never underestimate The Bat – what if he had built some sort of time traveling machine to follow after him. “I have something to tell you.” His voice is tight and Barry knows if he looks at you any longer, he will just cave in.

You frown, sharing a glance with Damian. Damian nods his head before placing his own cup of tea down beside yours and heads out of the room, intending to find the rest of his family – he knows they are in the manor somewhere, it’s just a matter of finding them quickly.

When you made to approach Barry, he runs past you, always making sure there is a huge distance between the two of you and that is when you realized something. “You aren’t from this time are you, Barry?” You ask him and judging by how tense he is, you know you have hit the bull’s eye. You cross your arms. “You said you have something to tell me – what is it?” You tilt your head to the side – this Barry looks very haggard, like he hasn’t seen better days and your heart hurts for him.

Barry is your closest friend. Ever since he became a member of the league, you have always taken him under your wings and even though you aren’t exactly a qualified member of the league – you know enough to know how to survive when the time comes – Barry and you have always been close. He looks up to you like a sister – a sister he never had and you adore him like he is your own little brother. The two of you are just super close which is why you know something must have happened for this Barry to look like this and you briefly wondered if it had something to do with you.

Barry is feeling extremely conflicted. In one hand, he just wants to tell you to not go on that appointment in two days’ time but he knows you would be asking questions about it – your mind catches up on things quite easily which is understandable seeing as you live with the finest detectives – and Barry isn’t sure if he is ready to answer any of those questions. He doesn’t think he can – doesn’t want to relive those moments after the event that changed literally his entire world.

“All you need to know is this, Y/N.” Barry takes a deep breath, daring himself to really look at you. Oh, what a mistake it had been because now that he is staring at you, he realizes just how much light you bring in to all of their lives, just how radiant your aura is and it pains him so much. He chokes on a sob quietly. “Just please don’t go to that appointment of yours.”

You frown. Earlier on, Barry had been all hyped up about you going for the appointment of yours – it is a new business deal that you are trying to launch and you had to go to some sort of ceremony sort of thing in two days’ time. “You were rather happy earlier when I told you about it. What changed, Barry?” You uncross your arms and take a step towards Barry. This time he didn’t move so you continue to walk towards him until you are standing right in front of him.

“I can’t.” Barry shakes his head. “You know why I can’t, Y/N.”

The frown on your face deepens. “I deduced that you are from the future – something must have happened for you to come back to the past. How far in the future did you come from?” You press, vaguely aware at the back of your mind that your entire family have set foot in to the living room. “I know you can tell me, Barry – you know that when you came back in time, you have already caused a ripple in the timeline and you know I can know. What happened, Barry? Did something happen to me?” You lift a hand to press against Barry’s arm and he stiffens visibly so you nod your head. “I see, so something did happen to me.” You sigh. “There has got to be a good reason why you are holding out on me, Barry Allen.”

Bruce frowns when he hears that and heads towards you. When Damian had told him, Barry had arrived, he knew right then that something must have been wrong. It also didn’t help the fact that there had been a ripple of energy briefly in Central City. He wonders what caused Barry to come to you and now that you are still coaxing Barry to tell you the truth. Bruce feels the looming doom and his stomach clenches in fear.

But you are not going to stop until you get to the bottom of it. “So tell me, what happened to me? Was it a serious injury? Is that why you are here? You know I can take care of myself.” You tell him pointedly but perhaps that had been the last straw for the speedster because Barry broke down afterwards.

“That’s the thing, Y/N! It wasn’t just a serious injury! You died! Do you know how that makes me feel? How it made them feel, have you ever thought about what your death will be like for the rest of us?” Barry all but shouts in anger and stress. It would have been better if you had survived but the worst part was, you had died in his arms and that is the horror he has to live with for the rest of his goddamn life.

You are shock and at a loss of words. You didn’t even realize Bruce has wrap his arms around you, pulling you to his embrace.

“What are you talking about, Barry!” Bruce demands, staring at him, the words are still echoing in his head. “What the hell.” Apparently he wasn’t the only one confused and afraid, the rest of his boys had immediately came forward – they had been standing far enough as to not impose on their conversation – the moment they heard Barry’s outburst.

Barry shakes his head, letting out a small self-deprecating laugh. “You died in my arms, Y/N. In two days’ time, you are going to die in my arms. So please, listen to me, don’t go to that appointment of yours.”

After getting over the initial shock and swallowing the lump that appeared on your throat, you grab on to Bruce’s hand, letting his body warm you, protect you. “There has got to be another reason for this, Barry.” You try to reason with him but even to your own ears, your voice sounded extremely weak. Given what you have just heard, it really is no surprise. Your days are numbered.

Barry looks at Bruce before looking at the rest of the boys he has grown to love as his own family before looking back at you again. “After your death, everything went spiraling down and day by day, it just got really worst to the point where…” Barry glances at Bruce. “Where Bruce and the rest of the boys went on a rampage – left almost every incapacitated, the world is practically in ruin so you must understand, please don’t go to that appointment of yours.” Barry begs, turning back to look at you, tears are already streaming down his face right at this moment. “Please.” Barry could feel what energy he has left leaving him and a few seconds later he blacks out.

Dick rushes forward to catch Barry just before he hits the floor and he stares at Barry in shock. “Ma, please tell you aren’t going to go, especially not after what Barry just said.” With the help of Tim, Dick lifts Barry up and deposits the older man on the sofa and he turns his attention back to you.

You open and close your mouth a couple of times, still trying to wrap your head around the fact that your days are numbered. There are a lot of questions you still want to ask Barry but you should have noticed how tired he was earlier – you noted he had looked haggard but you definitely did not expect the nightmare he has been living.

“Y/N.” Bruce turns you around to face him, cupping your face with the palms of his hands. “I will not let anything hurt you at all.” He had been planning on leaving Gotham for a meeting or two but now that he knows of the impending doom about to happen, he isn’t going to risk it.

“Mum, excuse my language but please do not be daft.” Damian surges forward to you, face tight with fear, concern and love. “You should not go – I don’t want you to go.” Damian has never cried in his entire life but right at that moment, he is about to break that record. He really cannot think of how his life would be when you are gone – he didn’t even want to imagine it – and that nagging feeling is back. “Mum, please.”

Jason is fuming. “Ma, you better not be going anywhere in two days’ time. I’m going to cancel everything I have planned and I’m going to fucking stay here.” He has been dead before – he knows what death feels like – and it’s not something he wishes for you to experience. Judging from what Barry had informed, none of them probably managed to revive you and as much as he hates the world, Jason hasn’t gone that far in wanting to destroy the entire world either.

You shake your head, tears finally streaming down your face. You let out a sob and Bruce immediately pulls you in to his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you, letting you cry on his chest.

Tim clicks his tongue. “I have cleared all of our schedules – I only left Ma’s untouched because we still don’t know the cause…” Tim trails off and steps closer to Bruce and you.

After making sure Barry will be attended to by Alfred, Dick turns to look at Bruce. “We have to stop this.”

Bruce nods his head, rubbing your back soothingly. There have been a few times where he has entertained the thought of you being dead – it’s something that can never escape his worries – because of the burden you carry: his name and your alliance to his alter ego too. There are a lot of times where he fears for your life, for your safety and to have Barry coming from the future telling all of you that you are going to die in two days’ time if you go for the appointment is just too much.

Once your sobbing stops, you pull away from Bruce’s calming, comforting embrace and turn to look at each and every one of your boys. You open your arms and Damian had been the first one to rush to you. He hugs you tightly and you wrap your arms around him. Dick, Jason and Tim joined the hug and you tried your hardest to wrap your arms around your boys.

Bruce lets out a sigh before joining the hug as well, even going as far as calling Alfred to join the hug. Despite his confusion, Alfred simply goes along with it because why not? Every now and then, everyone needs a hug too.

okay, you know what i wanna talk about next? drunk jack zimmermann

3k, M, fluff!, alcohol use, basically happy fun sexy times with zimbits, fits in the dan erikson universe (but you don’t have to have read it to get it)

So, Drunk Jack Zimmermann:

I’m thinking that after Jack and Bitty come out, Jack is finally, finally able to take Bitty to a team fundraising event and they both dress up in nice suits and are more nervous than they are willing to admit because… it’s a hockey event for very wealthy people and, well, Bitty listens to his pre-game playlist and Jack goes in with a bit of a game face (and personally vows that he will cause a fucking scene if anyone says one wrong word to Bitty because he is done with being quiet. Bitty should not have to deal with anymore silence in his life.)

Of course, no one is more aware of Jack’s ‘ready to fucking throw down’ face then Eric R. Bittle because they’ve been dating for four years at this point and the last time he’s seen that face, Jack had gently but firmly taken the phone from Bitty’s hands and informed Mrs. Bittle that she was not to call again unless she planned on doing something other than crying.

So Bitty puts on his (slightly more mild) version of a ‘here to fight’ face and they head out.

And then it is very, very awkward because here they are, two gays boys ready to take on the establishment, and it seems no one even wants to fight them. Jack gets swarmed when he arrives (obviously, he is the Captain who led the Falconers to a Stanley Cup Victory in his third year in the league) but no one tries to separate them and no one rudely ignores Bitty in favor of talking to Jack and, really, many people seemed absolutely thrilled that Bitty is there.

So, when a server comes around and offers the group drinks, Jack feels confident enough to release his hold on Bitty and actually take one.

And it just keeps getting better and better. After the first hour or so, Jack has put in enough face time to keep the high-ups happy and they are free to hang out with his team and their wives and more servers come around and Bitty has switched to his left side so he can drink and let his arm dangle off his boyfriend and then when he sees one of his teammates sneak a quick kiss from his girlfriend, Jack realizes that he can do that too and does and–

This is fun.

They are out and no one is being a jerk and Bitty looks fantastic and Jack is allowed to put his hand on Bitty’s shoulders and his lower back and–

“Jack!” Bitty hisses, laughing and pushing at him. “We are at a formal event!”

Okay. Not there. He can’t quite put his hand there.

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Innocent My Arse -Miniminter (Simon)

Warnings: smut, swearing

The sun blinded her eyes as she opens them. She smiles as she feels an arm tighten around her waist. She turns her head slightly to look at the sex god laying next to her. His eyes open and she smiles as her eyes meet with his ocean blue ones that always make butterflies go off in her stomach.
“Morning.” His morning voice ripples through her body sending shivers down her spine.
“Good morning.” She replies leaning up to kiss him. She pulls away and looks around the room, her eyes widening slightly.
“Oh my god.” Was all that left her lips as she sat up quickly holding the sheets against her bare chest to keep her covered.
The room was a mess. She looks at Simons desk and gasps as she sees that all of his computer desks and keyboards are now on the floor due to the events last night.


“Simon please…” She begs as he puts her on the desk, pushing everything off of it, even his computer screens. He lays her down on it as he keeps his lips attached to her lips. He pulls away and his now swollen lips travel down her body, kissing every inch of skin apart from the place she needed him the most. “Fuck. Please Simon just give me pleasure…” She makes eye contact with him and he smirks.
“Anything for my baby girl.” Her hand flings to his hair gripping onto it tightly, her arch backs off the desk and her mouth is open wide as he puts his mouth to where she needed it.


She feels looks to the wall, that now has a hole in it. Memories of last night come flooding in whilst Simon, who is now sat up next to her, watches her with a smirk on his face.


She lets out a grunt as her back makes contact with the cold wall behind her. “Who knew you would want wall sex…” Simon teases her as he thrusts in and out of her.
“Shut the fuck up and fuck me…” With that he goes harder and faster making her moan his name louder and louder. She didn’t care about the rest of the boys, she was having sex with the man she loved after him confessing his feelings towards her in a video they made. The video was soon forgotten as JJ kept making sex jokes about how the boys would now be hearing them.


She gulps as she then gasps as she looks at the bed she is sat on. She never noticed it before but she’s been layed (and sat) at the top part of the bed due to it being snapped in half.


“Baby girl! Yes. Oh my god! Yes!” Simon cries out as he continues to thrust hard and fast into the love of his life beneath him.
“Wait, wait, wait…” Her voice makes him holt to a stop as he furrows his eyebrows at her.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay? I’m not hurting you am I?” Questions fly out of his mouth as he suddenly regrets asking her for permission to go rough and hard on her.
“What? Nothing’s wrong and you’re not hurting me one bit…” She moves so she now sat in front of him. She puts her hand on his cheek stroking it gently. “I just want to try something.” She bites on her lip nervously and Simon nods as she lifts herself off Simon and turns round slowly.
She then bends slightly in front of him hoping he would click on to what she means.
“You want me to fuck you from behind?” Her cheeks flush even more as she nods. She feels the bed shift as Simon now leans over her. “Very well.” Was all he said after planting a kiss to her lips. He then resumes his previous actions by giving her even more pleasure then before.


“As if we broke the bed…” she eventually says after re-living the memories of last night. She wasn’t going to lie, she would probably remember that night for the rest of her life.
“It was worth it.” Simon smirks at her now blushing state. “We better go down and face the boys.” She gulps as he says the words she’s been dreading to hear. Last night she didn’t worry about the boys hearing them, but she completely forgot about the consequences of the next following morning.

“Morning love birds.” JJ says as Simon and her walk into the kitchen. Simon replies with a “morning” but she doesn’t. She knows if she says anything the teasing will start. She wasn’t bothered by the fact that Josh, Vikk and JJ heard them scream each other’s name, she’s heard Freya and Josh at it many times. It was the fact that they would never let it drop. She came across as the “innocent one” in the group.
“Oh my god.” She looks over at Josh in confusion as he is now staring at her with his mouth wide open.
“What?” She finally manages to speak for the first time since entering the kitchen.
“Your neck…” Josh trials off. Now all 4 of the boys eyes were on her. Simons eyes widen and mumbles a “shit”.
“What?!” She asks a little louder. She grabs the nearest phone on the table not caring who’s it is and slides it across to the camera. She gasps and a hand runs alongs all her neck. Marks were all over her.
“I’m so sorry.” Simon says. She smiles a bit.
“It’s fine.” She mumbles as she looks at Simon. He turns round and she then gasps.
“Holy shit I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t mean to scratch you that bad.” She rambles as she sees scratch marks on Simons back. She runs a hand over the ones that have cut open slightly and have bled a little.
“It’s fine.” He chuckles.
“Since when did you swear?” Vikk asks now looking over at the couple.
“Since last night…” JJ smirks at her. “Oh fuck. Shit. Harder Simon. Harder.” He mocks her moans from last night. She blushes and sits next to Simon at the table.
“Fuck baby girl you’re so tight….” Josh mocks Simon but Simon doesn’t seem fazed by it.
“God knows how we are gonna fix everything.” Simon says looking over at her. She giggles and the boys give them confused looks. “Go into my room upstairs.” With that all the boys run up to Simons room. He pulls her in for a quick kiss which soon turns out into a mini make out session.
“Please…” she mumbles against his lips. He pulls away and looks at her.
“Seriously, after everything we did last night you still wanna go again?” He asks her. She blushes and he chuckles at her. They both soon erupt in laughter as they both hear the boys shout in shock.
“We can continue later baby I promise.” He squeezes her thighs as he puts his lips on hers and she moans slightly making Simon shake his head slightly. He’s shocked she still wants to continue, he expected her to be sore this morning but she seems fine.
“I thought she was innocent!” Vikk says walking back into the kitchen with Josh and JJ following behind him.
“Innocent my arse.”

Re: versus games and talking nerdy

Originally posted by irrational-obsessions-gottcha78

+ “Deny it all you want. I know it’s me you think about when you’re horny.”

Pairing: Hongbin x Reader
Genre: Fluff/A bit smutty
Words: 1207
Requested by: anon

written for my 600+ Followers Drabbles Event

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More translated craziness from the “Yuri on Stage” event, courtesy of /a/

Disclaimer: it’s not 100% complete since I’m sure most people who reported are going by memory, but anyway, here are more translated excerpts from /a/.

I have no clue who did the original scripts or else I would’ve given them credit, sorry! (If anyone does know, please send me an ask or reply to this post.)

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anonymous asked:

I'm a UK YOI fan who's been away from Tumblr for a day and I have no idea what's going on!! Who's Chihoko? And why is Victor climbing castle walls naked??? Please help before I have a nervo!!!

oh boy you picked one hell of a day to be away… :DDSDASD

  • as you may know, the yuri!!! on stage even was held yesteday
  • YOI MOVIE WAS ANNOUNCED DURING THE EVENT AND WE DON’T REALLY KNOW ANYTHING MORE ABOUT IT BUT THE JP TWITTER FANDOM THINKS IT WILL FEATURE THE POST GPF COMPETITIONS FOR THE SEASON but you know, afaik it’s all speculation (but imo it makes perfect sense) so take anything you hear with a grain of salt
  • and the chihoko thing……… i’ll give you a few links. remember to fasten your seatbelt before clicking bc you’re in for a Ride™, like this is the reason the fandom is doing out of control quad flips as we speak.

    basically, the voice actors did a live reading of a script during the event…….

check those links out and join the hype! the yuri!!! on stage event will be available on dvd/bd in a few months so

anonymous asked:

JHope rough daddy kink smut oh god end me please (48 Hour Asks) I'm shameless but I luv u~

Crazy in love - Beyonce

Warning: SMUT

“Don’t talk to me like that. You know how Daddy doesn’t like it.”

The sudden turn of events got you flustered. Your boyfriend was usually the dominant type though tonight, he was acting a whole lot different to what you were used too.

“Daddy? Is that what we’re doing now? We hadn’t discussed this.” 

He grabbed your arm roughly, pulling you towards the exit of the restaurant he had brought you too. What you thought was going to be a romantic night out, had turned into a weird experience for you. He had been acting above you all night, holding onto you like you were his most prized possession, and being very flirtatious and touchy. Although he usually was soft and caring towards you when you went out, this wasn’t at all close to what you were used to. As you both rushed out the front doors of the restaurant into the cold night, he pulled you to the side of the building. The area wasn’t open to many eyes as it was dark were you stood but, the casual leavers of the restaurant were still open to barely see anything you two were doing. 

His lips came in contact with yours harshly, leaving you shocked, although you didn’t really want to stop him. When you finally gained your focus back to reality, you pulled away, pushing your hands against his chest. You looked around nervously, seeing if any eyes had caught you in the moment with your boyfriend but thankfully, there was no one around.

“Hobi! What the hell?!” 

You yelled, hitting his chest. He just smirked at you, leaving a feeling of uncertainty in the pit of your stomach. He suddenly grabbed hold of your wrists, bringing them up around his neck, his hands then quickly moved down to grab your ass roughly, and then he slapped you hard. You yelped a little, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t turned on by how rough he was being with you. He rested his forehead to yours, his eyes baring into your own.

“Don’t, call me that kitten.” 

You could feel the heat rising in your body, and also between your legs. He was looking at you like you were honestly his last meal. 

“What should I call you then?”

Playing along with his game, as dangerous as it was coming across, you pushed yourself harder against his body, and you heard the faintest moan leave his lips. 

“Daddy, Kitten. You’re going to call me Daddy. Now lets get out of here before I fuck you against this wall.” 


The motel you found only 5 minutes away from the restaurant was dark and vintage. Almost creepy, though you were confused as to why he didn’t just drive the both of you home to continue this little play thing he was trying to accomplish.

“Are you gunna be good kitten?”

He whispered into your ear from behind. As soon as you walked through the door to your room, he had his tie off in seconds. He grabbed your wrists roughly, pulling them behind your back. He had never tried to tie you up before. It wasn’t even something you’d spoken about with him, though the more he kept surprising you, the more you wanted him to fuck you. 

“What happens if I don’t?” 

You heard him laugh at you as he finished tying the tie around your wrists. One of his hands moved to your waist and the other to the middle of your back as he started forcing you towards the bed. 

“You’ve already messed up kitten. One, you didn’t call me Daddy, and two, you’re being a smartass.” 

As he said that, he pushed you hard down on the bed, making you land on your stomach. It didn’t take much time for him at all to roughly pull up your dress, exposing your ass and the little black thong you had decided to wear earlier that evening. His low chuckle filled the room and that’s when you looked up, noticing there was a mirror above the bed, and you could see the look on his face perfectly. You already knew how wet you were from his actions, and you were craving for him to touch you. 

“I’m being a what, daddy?” 

You said in a childish tone, wiggling your ass a little. He noticed you looking at him in the mirror and his expression changed quicker then you blinked your eye. He looked slightly angry. 

“I said, you’re being, a smartass!”

He said through gritted teeth, then suddenly, a hard slap came across your ass. Causing a choked moan to leave your mouth. Light, loving taps were what you were used too but this, was just amazing. You wanted so much more, so you wiggled your ass again, moaning out his name. Then another hard slap hit the same spot again, and again. You cried out in pleasure, feeling the sweet sting on your skin.

“You’re such a disobedient kitten you know that?”

You moaned loudly as you starting moving your hips against the mattress, trying to show him how bad you wanted him. 

“I said,”

Smack.

“Call me.”

Smack.

“Daddy!” 

Smack. 

“Daddy please.”

You begged loudly. Your legs spread further apart now. You felt his fingers hook under your thong but he was in no rush.

“Please Daddy what?”

“Please Daddy, please fuck me good. I promise I won’t disobey you again.”

He laughed again, slowly dragging your underwear down your thighs. The cool air on your heat made you shiver slightly.

“Mm, my kitten like’s it when Daddy takes off her panties doesn’t she?” 

You whimpered at his words, never hearing him talk like this before.

“Yes Daddy.”

Suddenly, you felt his finger rub over your clit fast, causing an intense amount of pleasure shoot through your body, but he stopped quicker then he started, gliding his finger down to your entrance for a second, before pulling away. 

“Mm you’re so wet for Daddy kitten. I haven’t touched your pussy all night and you’re already good to go. Fuck Daddy’s gunna fuck you good.”

Between your legs was on fire now. He needed to do something quick before you started screaming. You felt him move your legs so that you were spread on your knees, your chest still against the mattress. The jingle of his belt hit your ears and you started getting even more excited knowing he was about to give you what you wanted. His hands grabbed the middle of the tie wrapped around your wrists, and pulled you upwards roughly so you were now able to look him dead in the eyes through the mirror. The expression on your face wasn’t something you’d seen before, and same goes for him. He looked powerful and in control, and you looked fucked out beyond belief. 

“Daddy please fuck me now. I need you inside me.” 

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HEHE ok I don’t know how I wrote this but I did so yeah. Eff me up Hoseok is all I can say. God dam. Anon sorry this took me a while but peeps be asking for deets and imma deliver! MWAH x

Every Me And Every You - Twenty Five

“Emily!”

Shit, fuck, crap…Oh fuck balls.

You stared up at your friend and colleague standing in front of you.

“I’m guessing you’re here with Dan, where is he? I wanna meet this mysterious guy of yours.” Emily scanned the bar area as you looked behind her to the toilets where Reid had disappeared into.

Oh please please PLEASE, let him see her before she sees him.

“He’s erm…. Gone to the bathroom. What are you doing here?!”

You couldn’t even text him, the angle she was stood at meant that she’d see everything.

“Oh great. I’ll wait with you then.” She slid into the seat opposite, you groaning internally as she continued. “I got the idea from you actually, when you mentioned going to see a show.”

“Are you here alone then?” you asked her, looking around, your nerves now on edge.

“I’m here with Bob. He’s getting drinks.”

Bob was Emily’s friend and often date to social events she couldn’t get out of. He was gay, but he played it straight enough so that it stopped her mother, Ambassador Elizabeth Prentiss, asking too many questions about her love life.

Ah yes, you could see him at the bar, leaning over and flirting with the bartender.

“I like your necklace Y/N. Is it new?”

Your hands flew to your throat, to the choker/collar, fingerings the teardrop diamond.

“Erm… Yes. Dan bought it.” Your eyes were dashing between Emily and the bathroom door.

“He has good taste. In women as well as jewellery.” She grinned at you.

Just then your phone began to vibrate.

Private number.

You swiped it quickly.

“Y/N… I saw her. Play it cool, alright. Repeat after me. Say ‘Dan, is there a problem?’“

Spencer. Oh thank fuck he’d seen her.

“Dan, is there a problem?” you parroted, seeing a concerned look come across Emily’s face.

“Now say ‘really, on a Saturday night?’ and sound annoyed.”

“Really, on a Saturday night?” you tried to sound irritated.

“Now, ‘no of course I understand, you’re a doctor. It’s important. I’ll be right out.’ And then tell Emily an emergency has come up at the hospital where I work and that I’ve bought the car around. I’m outside, do not let her come with you. And hurry, I can only park here for so long.”

“No of course I understand, you’re a doctor. It’s important. I’ll be right out.” You disconnected the call and stood, grabbing your bag.

“Sorry Em. Dan got a call from work when he was in the bathroom. They need him, he’s gone to fetch the car. ”

“I’ll come out with you,” she told you.

“NO!… No it’s fine. He wouldn’t be able to stop and talk anyway. And Bob’s here now with your drinks.” You greeted her companion. “Hi Bob, bye Bob. Em, I gotta run. I’ll see you Monday okay.”

Before she could respond you turned quickly and walked as fast as your heels would allow out of the bar and through the foyer, out onto the street. You checked to make sure she wasn’t following you. She wasn’t.

There was a god after all.

You spotted Spencer’s car and jumped in, buckling up as he sped off.

“That was fucking close,” you breathed out a few minutes later when your heart had stopped pounding.

“Close indeed. I clocked her just as I made it into the bathroom. I assume she didn’t mention seeing me?”

“No.” You shook your head.

“So we might be okay then.”

“I think so…. God can you imagine if they found out?” You laughed, picturing the teams faces.

“If they found out that we’d been sleeping together or what the sleeping together actually involved?”

“Both. I think we’d need pick Derek’s jaw off the floor for him.”

“Yeah they definitely wouldn’t believe that we’re into the things we are. Or that someone like you would actually sleep with me.” There he was, criticising himself again.

“Spencer… Someone like me?”

He glanced at you. “Oh come on Y/N, you’re way out of my league.”

You scoffed. “Really Spencer? You forget, I’ve met April. That girl was stunning.”

“She was pretty. And she’s good fun, but you’ve got the whole package.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, you do. You’re beautiful, your body is to die for. You’re kind, and generous, and an exceptionally good friend too. You’re funny. And you don’t judge people for their quirks. Add that to the fact it turns out you’re a bit…. Shall we say ‘kinky’, and you’re pretty much perfect.”

Oh….

Oh!

“Spencer… I’m not perfect. And I’m not out of anyone’s league, least of all yours. Our co worker’s would be shocked, but mainly because you show very little interest in girls or sex when you’re at work. It wouldn’t have anything to do with them thinking that you’re not good looking enough to attract attention. I’ve told you before that you get the same amount of attention that Morgan does so quit with the self pity. You’re hot alright. Majorly hot. Especially when you say dirty things to me.”

He smiled softly and you reached a hand out and squeezed his knee, leaving your hand there.

“Dirty things, eh?” He signalled, pulling off the main road and down a back street which you knew led onto a country lane which was rarely used at this time of night.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Home. Just the long, quiet way.”

“Why?”

“Because I’d quite like to have your lips around my cock again right now and we’re less likely to get caught this way.”

Jesus…..

“Is that an order?” you asked knowing you’d do it anyway and trailing your hand up his thigh, feeling his dick harden through his pants.

“Yes.”

“Whilst you’re driving?” That was the part you were unsure about and he could tell, pulling to a stop at the side of the road, underneath some trees.

It was dark and there were no houses nearby or any other cars. Unbuckling your seat belt, you leant over the centre console and fumbled with his belt and zipper. Reaching inside his pants, you tugged him free and got to work.

His hands tangled in your hair applying light pressure on your head as you dragged your lips up and down his erection, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked and licked, tasting the salty liquid that leaked from the tip.

You adjusted yourself in your seat and felt his fingers slip under the choker he’d made you wear, fingering the buckle at the back of your neck.

Adding your hand into the mix you gripped his dick, pumping up and down, following the same track with your lips, his gasps and groans sending shivers down your spine.

You gained momentum, his hand on your neck forcing your pace. If it had been any other man pressing on you, you’d have gotten out of the car and walked off, but with Spencer, you didn’t mind. If you told him it bothered you, he’d stop and there’d be no judgement or offence from either of you. Sure there were a few times where he pushed too much, you fighting against your gag reflex as he hit the back of your throat, but for the most part, it was fine. Sexy even….

He removed his hands and you saw him tugging at his shirt, undoing the bottom few buttons.

“I’m close Y/N….fuck…. I don’t have any water in the car so move when I say okay.”

“Hmmmm,” you murmured back in response, swirling your tongue over his head and pumping quicker with your hands, your saliva acting as a lubricant.

A few more passes up and down his cock and he was gasping, pulling your head away as he moaned out, “Move.”

You pulled away, keeping up the actions with your hand and feeling him twitch, seeing his eyes close and his lips parting as hot semen spilled out of him in short spurts, pooling onto his tummy and slowly trickling down.

When there was nothing left you removed your hand and rummaged in your bag for tissues, handing them to him to clean himself up. He wiped away his mess, balling the soiled napkin up and wrapping it in a fresh clean one, placing it in the pocket of his trousers and tucking himself away again, fastening his pants back up and starting the engine again.

You settled back down and rebuckled your seat belt.

“Just so you know, Snow….. Your blow jobs are ten out ten. Although…. I may now find myself getting distracted by your mouth at work, knowing what it can do.”

You laughed and told him ditto, and he pulled away from the curb continuing your journey back to his apartment. You rested your head on the window as he drove, feeling sleepy all of a sudden.

When you got back to the apartment, he locked the door and stood in front of you, stroking your hair back softly.

“You’re tired.”

“Yeah I am. I don’t know why, it’s not even that late.”

It was thirty minutes away from midnight, and you’d anticipated another night full of exploration. But your eyes were heavy and your body weary.

“Sex takes it’s toll on the body, and the sort we’ve been having will have an effect on your mind too. We can go to sleep, sleep in a bit tomorrow too,” he told you, still caressing your hair gently.

“You sure, I feel like I’m being a disappointment?”

“Never. Come on, let’s go to bed.”

We don’t believe what’s on TV - Chapter 8

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Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change completely overnight.

Finding myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.

This will be a Stiles x Reader but only further in the story

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In this chapter: There’s someone. Someone I kinda forgot about. Someone I need to try to save. But am I strong enough?

Word count: 3223

It didn’t take much time before the police and the paramedics arrived at school. That wasn’t surprising considering the damage the class had and the injured students, it was only natural that the 911 was called. And especially the sheriff’s son that was also in the classroom near me. I was still sitting on the same chair and Stiles hadn’t left me since he had protected me from the crows, something I didn’t quite understand. Why take the risk of saving someone he didn’t know? Then I remembered how heroic Stiles could be at some times.

He didn’t want to leave me alone so he was still standing next to me, asking me every 5 minutes if I was fine. Questions I didn’t reply. I tried to understand the meaning of the voice’s words. I tried to understand why I had done that. Why did I feel the need to save everyone? The adrenaline had come down a while and I was beginning to feel the pain on my body that was slowly appearing. I also felt a disgusting pain in my heart going up in my throat as my eyes scrutinized the crows’ corpses that littered the ground and student desks. Then I couldn’t hold back the little breakfast I had eaten this morning.

“Oh … oh no …. Please… don’t … ooooh … ” Stiles muttered beside me, seeing me being sick on live.

“Sorry …” I replied, trying to get up to get away from my little damage. That was a lot for me. I didn’t think it was so hard to live, all the events that happened in the life of the characters in the show. They seemed to bear it well, but it was honestly intolerable. The stress they had to live every day was heavy, my legs were still trembling so Stiles had to help me get up and we walked away a bit before being intercepted by none other than Jennifer. Her hair was unfurled and she had feathers on her head.

“No one should leave before the police come and the paramedics check you…” She told us in a tone that wanted to be authoritarian but gentle.

“I think Y / N doesn’t feel very good, she should take some air.”

Jennifer was about to answer when the Sheriff entered the classroom, followed by paramedics with first aid kits.

“Stiles, can you explain me what happened?” The sheriff asked before he noticed me. “Well … first day of classes and already we see each other again, Y / N. ”

“You know her?“ Stiles asked and I already felt Scott’s lie saying I was his half-sister gone in the wind.

“More or less,” The sheriff answered by putting his hand on his belt while staring at me. “You still don’t remember anything?”

I shook my head negatively while looking at the floor.

“Well, it’s unfortunate,” he added, placing his hand gently on my head, which made me jump. He was very understanding all of a sudden. Surely because he was in front of his son.

Then the sheriff left us to talk with other students, and I listened.

“Mr. Argent. You wouldn’t have any insight into this would you? ”

I had neither heard nor seen Allison’s father enter the classroom. I had to be too absorbed by the events to notice.

“Me?”

“Yeah, it’s all this bizarre animal behavior, it’s uh… You must have seen something like this before, right?”

"Not sure why I would or would you think I would.”

He remained cautious and polite at the same time. A real hunter in the soul. After all, lying was part of his profession.

“Y / N?” Stiles called to me, wondering surely why I wasn’t moving anymore.

"I’m sorry. I could have sworn I overheard my son talking about how you were an experienced hunter. ”

Uh oh. Stiles immediately turned to the conversation and I saw him quickly turn his head away seeing the black glare that Chris had thrown at him.

“Uh, right. Well not anymore. ”

And the discussion between the two fathers ended. The sheriff asked Allison if everything was okay and she replied in the affirmative.

“Let’s go …” I whispered as I walked away from the classroom. Stiles came out of his thoughts and came back to me and quickly put my arm around his shoulder to help me walk. If I hadn’t had my heart beat so fast in my chest caused by the shock of what had just happened, I would surely have blushed and my heart would have beat that strong because of the proximity we had.

We were finally out of the class, out of the smell of death and corpses. I could finally breathe a little when someone called us.

“You weren’t examined by the paramedics yet, it would be better that you come back to class,” Jennifer told us.

I hated her even more.

In the end the paramedics examined us outside the classroom. Stiles had a scrap on his forehead and a few scratches in the back and for my part, apart from my broken wrist and my tight ankle, nothing had changed except a few scratches here and there. Because my crutches were damaged an ambulance driver gave me news. I didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing because now I no longer needed Stiles’ help to walk and I didn’t hate the proximity we had. At least my breathing had begun to regain a more normal rhythm.

“I’ll take you home,” Stiles told me while consulting his phone. We were in the corridor near the lockers and I could see Lydia and Allison in front of us chatting. “I have to call Scott before … he must know what happened. He’s your brother after all. ”

If one day I thought that becoming Scott’s little sister would be so … comforting. Hearing his name comforted me because I knew he would find a way to fix everything. I had only one desire, snuggle in his arms. Even though he was going to find it strange. I don’t know why I needed it so much.

“We got a serious problem at school. Miss Blake’s class was hit- ”

“Well can you tell me about it later?”

“Uh, nope, pretty sure this qualifies for immediate discussion.”

“Okay then … wait, is Y / N fine?”

“Yeah, she’s there with me, Scott where-”

“Meet me at Derek’s.”

“Derek’s house? What’s the hell you doing at Derek’s house? ”

“Just meet us here okay? And bring Y / N with you. ”

Stiles hung up and stared at his cell phone.

“It’s not like I have a choice,” he grumbled, glancing at me quickly as I avoided his eyes by looking away.

“Where’s Scott?” A voice made before us, and automatically I raised my head to look in front of me. I remembered this scene too well.

“He had to leave. He’s supposed to be back in class- "Allison began in response to Braeden who seemed more panicked than ever.

"Is he coming back?” Braeden asked as she grabbed Allison’s wrist abruptly.

"Hey! Easy with the physicality, Sweetheart-” Lydia raised the tone to be authoritative, but got her wrist caught as well in a small cry of pain. Then Braeden seemed to look in our direction with horrified eyes, but I knew we weren’t the cause of it. I turned around just in time to see the twins leave in another corridor.

They were going to kill her, or at least they were going to try. When I turned to Braeden again, she was gone.

“Well she bruised me.” Lydia muttered, looking at her wrist.

"Huh. Me too.” Allison replied, and at the same moment her father came to them.

"Come on. Let’s get the two of you girls outta here. School may wait another day. Sweetheart.” His father began, but I wasn’t listening to them. I walked where Braeden was without thinking. I knew where and I knew what was going to happen. But the question was; could I save her? Did I have the strength? Physical strength, fighting against alphas I didn’t have. But mental strength? The only thing I had succeeded was thrown up in front of everyone because of some crow’s corpse, what was I supposed to do when it’ll be a human corpse?

"Y / N! Hey, where are you going! We’re supposed to meet Scott! ”

Stiles followed me, but I didn’t slow down. I wasn’t walking fast anyway. At the end of the corridor I felt lost. I wasn’t familiar enough with the school. But I didn’t want to spend my time being afraid, trembling like a leaf. If I wanted to accomplish my mission and save everyone, I would never succeed by whining like a kid. And as long as I didn’t know how, why, and how long I was stuck in this world, I promised myself not to throw up again. Especially not in front of Stiles.

I turned back to him and looked him in the eyes, determined. I didn’t want to be weak anymore.

“Where are the locker rooms?” I asked him eagerly. Time was counting; I was running out of time. I had to act quickly, before Deucalion arrives and slits her throat. I had no idea how I was going to do it, but I was going to save her. I could never save Allison if I couldn’t do anything now.

"Uh,” Stiles began without understanding. Then his eyes became more harsh and suspicious. “Why’d you ask?”

I didn’t have time to play the detective with him, although I knew Stiles had good reason to suspect me. I knew things that I shouldn’t know, and especially I had landed in Scott’s life overnight without warning. And Stiles was known not to give the benefit of the doubt very easily. He had doubts for everyone, had been right for Matt, for Peter, for Theo. And although I only wanted to help, I knew he was right in being hesitant with me. I even bet that as soon as he had time he would do all the research of the world about me to arrive at nothing, no information about me as I didn’t exist in this world.

“I don’t have time to explain,” I began slowly, choosing my words carefully. “But you have to trust me … I know you don’t trust people easily, but …”

“Trusting you when I don’t even know you would be the same as leaving the wheel to a blind man,” he mumbled, raising his eyebrows and making one of his facial expressions with his hands before looking into my eyes. “But with what happened in class … you’ll have to explain how you knew what was going to happen.”

I felt a little light of hope and went to speak when he raised a finger to interrupt me.

“That doesn’t mean I trust you. I do this because you’re Scott’s sister and I have to stay with you or hell he’ll want to tear my head off if anything happens to you. ”

“Great!” I say too quickly. It couldn’t be that easy.

"The locker rooms are this way, follow me.”

He began to move towards the locker room when obviously someone faced us. Stiles’ father.

“Where are you going kids?”

Uh oh.

“Y / N must go to the toilet,” Stiles replied quickly.

“There are toilets there,” the sheriff pointed behind us.

“But you see, Dad, Y / N was sick a little while ago in class and she doesn’t want to be sick again in a place where a lot of students go, so I said to myself, hey, I’ll take her to a toilet where there’s no one… what about the locker room?” Stiles gesticulated quickly and without taking a breath. Sometimes I forgot that lying to his father had become too easy for him.

His father seemed to think for a moment before speaking.

"Very well, I’ll take her myself,” he answered and my eyes widened. He couldn’t come. If he came he was going to shoot at the alphas and would become their target afterwards. And he would inevitably end up wounded. He absolutely had to stay out of it.

“I …” I started, feeling the fear taking possession of my body. I no longer controlled the situation. “I …” I tried again, trying to find something to say, anything! Go Y / N! Say something!

But anxiety paralyzed me, and fear too. I was afraid of what would happen if there was a confrontation between the sheriff and the alpha pack. If it were to happen, if I changed the future too much, I wouldn’t be aware of the events to come, I would lose control and I wouldn’t be able to save Allison and the others. And this thought alone succeeded in putting me in all my most panicked states. And that, Stiles noticed it well because he came to my rescue.

“Dad … you don’t see that she’s still in shock? And with her amnesia … Scott who’s not there … she must feel alone and panicked,” he confided softly to his father in a low, hoarse voice. His voice that I loved and I loved it even more now.

“Okay kids. But be careful, okay?” He finished, passing by us while tapping Stiles’ shoulder.

"Yes Dad.” Stiles answered before turning to me, worried. He was right to be. I had panicked again, and for what? Because I was unable to find an excuse, a lie. I didn’t want to be weak, so why was I unable to do anything?

"Let’s go …” I mumbled in a broken voice before starting to walk again with my crutches under my arms. I didn’t want to explain myself at the moment, I already had too much difficulty to stay focused in my mission with him so close to me.

“The locker rooms are here,” Stiles ended up telling me by pointing two doors, separated from each other by a wall. There were several meters between them.

My heart began to beat faster. Now that I was in front of the doors, so close to my goal, all my confidence had gone. But I couldn’t stop now. I had to go in.

“And now?” Stiles asked me.

"Stay here …” I whispered as I walked along. I didn’t know if Braeden was in the girls ‘or boys’ locker room, so I decided at random and took the left one.

“No way,” Stiles answered, following me.

“Stiles …” I whispered, casting a heavy look. I didn’t want him to get hurt.

“I know you’re trying to stay calm, but I can see how frightened you are. So no matter what you wanted that much to come here, I’m coming with you. I lied to my father and I followed you, so it better worth it. ”

I had to capitulate because I knew he wouldn’t let go. He had the face, the one he takes when he’s convinced and stoic. And time was upon us. I swallowed and entered the locker room.

There was debris strewn on the ground, a sign I had chosen just right. Some lockers were broken, and others had werewolf scratches on the broken metal doors. Blood was also on the ground.

“Oh shit … it was worth it finally …” Stiles whispered close to me, my heart beat so loudly that I could hear it in my ears.

Then, before us, I saw her. She was sitting against the wall covered in blood, her throat torn apart. I had arrived too late.

I rushed to Braeden, dropping my crutches behind me and walked on my wounded ankle without feeling the pain because the adrenaline that ran through my veins was too strong. I quickly pulled off my hoodie and put her on her throat to stop the blood, knowing without needing to take her pulse that she was alive.

“Call an ambulance!” I shouted to Stiles behind me and immediately he pulled out his phone to dial the emergency number.

It didn’t take long to get help because there were already ambulances at the school, so they were with Braeden in just a few minutes. Stiles helped me get away from the inert body and I learned that she was still alive. But it didn’t change the fact that I had arrived too late. In the show, time seemed to pass so much more slowly, in reality it took only a moment for everything to happen and to get her throat snatched from a werewolf claws. And the blood, the blood everywhere, the blood on my hands and the smell that didn’t leave my nose made me want to throw up again, but I had nothing left in my stomach.

“I’m going to faint …” Stiles muttered, raising his eyes to the skies, still holding my arm to help me stand.

“I was about to say the same thing,” I answered in a trembling voice, looking at my blood-covered hands. “Actually I think I’m really gonna faint,” I murmured before feeling the world turning around me.

“Wow, wow easy …” Stiles held me more firmly to stabilize me and prevent me from falling to the ground, and led us out of the locker rooms. On the way out we met the sheriff again.

“I leave you alone two seconds and …”

“Dad,” Stiles began in a serious voice, a rare thing. His father looked back with understanding and nodded. He let us pass but I had the strength to say one last thing before Stiles led me further.

“Don’t leave her alone … she’s in danger …”

And without further interaction, we left the place that was like a horror film.

Without the help of Stiles, I would never have managed to leave alone since my legs were so weak.

“Where are we going …” I mumbled as Stiles left me in front of a sink and opened the taps before putting my hands under the cold water.

“You have to clean it up,” he replied, still having his serious voice. We were in the other locker room.

He withdrew my sticky splint and slowly began to clean each part of my dirty skin, each finger one at a time that was soaked by blood. His hands were incredibly soft.

Once my hands were clean and no more blood was visible, I fell to the ground throwing my splint off. It was covered with blood and for the moment I didn’t tolerate seeing more. And the smell that didn’t want to leave my nose…

Stiles went to take it back and crouched down at my height. I did everything to avoid his gaze.

“Too late …” I whispered looking at the void.

“What?”

“I arrived too late …”

I had failed.

“What are you talking about? I saw you rushing to save her, Y / N. You saved her. If you hadn’t found her there… ”

He didn’t continue his sentence so I had to raise my eyes to him to understand the reason for his sudden muteness.

“How … did you know she was there…”

Oh shit.


In the next chapter: Derek’s house, lots of question. I think the end of the day is like the end of episode one. But who knows how much times there’s before episode 2?

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