please can this show come back now

anonymous asked:

I don't know specifically what the hell is going on right now in this fandom, but honestly, I'm so tired that I can't care. I'm so, so tired. I can't deal right now, I'm gonna hide in a Tumblr-Resistant hole for a couple months till this thing dies of my dash. Please don't try and explain what's going on, as good as your intentions are, it'll only make me more sad and tired.

And that’s okay. Everyone’s mental health is more important than rehashing this mess of a show. Tumblr can either be an escape or the root of more problems. Take the time to leave and unwind from all the drama. Come back when you feel okay to. Take care of yourself.

I will still be here reblogging dear ole Katie. I will still be reblogging SuperCorp because I love those characters dearly. Those characters and relationships that I’ve made to be in my mind will always be the same regardless of what others have said this weekend. Kara and Lena will always be the purest form of not only supporting friends but one of the cutest and greatest love stories. And that’s all because of the wonderful artists and writers that have spent hours making SuperCorp more of a reality in our fandom. I refuse to let this shit storm destroy the creativity of our fandom.

I do hope you will come back eventually but for now take care of yourself! Rest up and enjoy other things instead! 😘

To be foolish

Title: To be foolish

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Summary: Y/N has lived next to Peter since the 3rd grade and since has fallen hard for him, but Y/N doesn’t know he’s fallen just as hard.

Word count: 1,761

Songs: Slow Burn by Autograf

AN: So here’s part 2 of To be young! this part feels a little slow to me but I’m really excited about making the next part, so just bare with me lol. I hope you guys enjoy this part!

Heres Part 1: To be young

tagged@emrysaaryn@bubbles2428@dreaxs@marauder-lover@purecout-ure@therealme13posts , @tomllholland , @manyfandomstohandle

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

Its been about a week since Liz’s party happened and during that time Peter had completely started ignoring you, every time you sat by Peter he would get up and leave. In gym Ned and him started doing their stretches on the furthest part of the gym from you.

You were hurt. More then hurt actually, you felt broken. The guy of your dreams almost kissed you and now you could feel he regretted it, a lot. Hell he could barley even stand looking at you. Michelle finally spoke kicking you out of your horrid thoughts “Hey Y/N how ya holding up?” You felt her hand slowly rub your back in an attempt to comfort you. “Well MJ not very well, I’ve liked peter ever since he moved into that stupid apartment and when i finally got the chance to kiss him, he left me..” you paused looking up from the library table you’ve recently started coming to to seek comfort in being alone, “and he regrets it, he regrets trying to kiss me and won’t even do as much as give me the time of day.” Michelle’s hand dropped from your back and found their way onto your face and turned you to look at her. “Listen Y/N, maybe Peter has an explanation for all this.” She looked deep into your eyes feeling the sadness radiate off of you.

“Just maybe try talking to him?” she suggested pulling her hand away from your face. You sighed, she’s right i need to just woman up and talk to him instead of treating him like he is me. I need to be the mature one in this situation. You grabbed your books off of the table and made your way out of the library and towards Peters locker, Its almost the end of 6th period, the last period of the day.

The bell rang right as you made it to Peters locker and waited silently to confront the boy who made you feel broken, but he never came.

“Uh hey Ned?” you asked when you passed by him on your way to debate club, tired of waiting. Ned shut his locker and mad his way over to you with a smile on his face “Yeah whats up Y/N?” you felt a sick feeling over come you before asking whats on your mind, “Have yo-you seen Pete-Peter anywhere?” You stuttered out your question, averting your eyes from Ned’s suddenly feeling a gross kind of embarrassed over run your feeling of sickness. “No, actually i haven’t seen him since gym.” Ned replied as you two began to walk the same way towards the debate club. “Maybe he’ll be at the debate meeting today.” Ned said with a happy glint in his eyes, “How come you’re looking for him?” your heart drops into your stomach trying to think of something to say other than the truth, “We uh-we’re doing a project in chemistry together and i haven’t been able to get ahold of him.” You lie with a sick smile on your face, the lie seeming to convince Ned as you two walked through the doors of the gym to your now daily debate club meeting.

“Hey you two, hurry up and take your seats.” Liz spoke gleefully with a smile on her face before going back to asking questions to the 4 people sitting at tables on the small school stage for nationals that happen in 2 days.

You were getting settled into your seat next to MJ at the front table when you heard the door open to the small theater room open. You looked up from pulling your binder out of your backpack when you caught eyes with the beautiful chocolate ones that were so intimate with you just a week ago.

His gaze averted from yours making you feel guilty for even meeting his eyes in the first place. “Mr. Harrington, I need you to let me go to nationals.” Peter rushed his sentence out. You let out a small laugh you were trying to keep in. Peters head snapped over in your direction and the smile on your face grew wider and your laugh grew louder at his unexpected look. Not even 2 days have passed since Peter said he wasn’t going to nationals and now he wants to? “Well i don’t know whats up with Y/N but you can’t just show up at the last meeting before nationals and expect to be put back on the team” Flash spits confidently at Peter “Well actually Mr. Parker..” Mr. Harrington shot Flash the “shut up” look with his eyebrows raised “Yes you can, Flash can you grab Peters jacket out of my office desk please.” Mr. Harrington flashed a smile at Flash.

“Peters coming to nationals now?” Michelle lowly whispered just barely audible for you to hear, “this should be interesting.” She smiled down at her notebook as she began drawing god knows what.  

“Alright everyone needs to behave and no sneaking out after the curfew I’ve set, ten o'clock.” Mr. Harrington lectured you and the group of 10 teenagers. Liz, Michelle and you grab your key cards from the front desk and make your way up to your shared room with them. After getting settled in you decided to relax and watch some tv.

“Hey..” your attention got jerked away from the tv when it turned off suddenly “how about we go to the pool?” You looked over to see Liz gleefully smiling at you and Michelle with her bathing suit on. “Now?” you asked getting up off the bed you were sitting on “it’s 10:30 and isn’t the pool closed?” Liz slipped on her flip-flops “No it doesn’t close till 11:30 and Mr. Harrington does have to know, Plus being rebellious is good for moral…” she paused looking between Michelle and you “so hurry up and get your bathing suits on while I go tell the others.” you quickly agree with her and grab your suit out of your draw of the dresser.

“Michelle, you gonna come?” you ask from the bathroom while putting on your swimsuit on “No, I’m good here with the tv.” she replied as she plopped back down on the bed. You shoved your dirty clothes into your suitcase “Well you’ll just miss out on all the fun!” you called out leaving the room and making your way to the pool.

the pool is on the same floor as your shared room so all you have to do is walk down a few hallways, you make a round around the 2nd to last corner when you collide with something, or someone.

You fall back on your butt letting out a few mumbles of cuss words, “Oh god I’m so sorry, that was my-” The person stops when your eyes meet the familiar chocolate ombré orbs, this moment feeling more intimate than intended, you break your eyes away staring at the floor and taking peters now stretched out hand to help you up.

“Ok so-” a voice interrupts the moment you and Peter were having, “oh hey guys!” The smile of Liz comes into your view, “Hey Liz.” Peter coughs and you see a pink shade take over his face, you lowly scoff and roll eyes taking your hand slowly from Peters. “Are you coming to the pool too Peter?” Liz asks as everyone passes by the three of you “I wasn’t planning on it.” He laughs slightly catching your eyes only to look back to Liz just as you were about to say something you might’ve regretted Liz spoke, “Well you should, so hurry up and get your trunks on!” She whisper shouted the last part of her comment and the same pink shade that took over peters face took over hers.

You felt uncomfortable, like you were intruding on a private moment. “Please, its gonna be like a good luck charm for us!” She spoke as she walked away towards everyone else. Peter turned his attention back to you “You’re going swimming i’m guessing?” He scratched the back of his neck, looking everywhere but your eyes “well you heard Liz, it’s gonna be our good luck charm.” You sarcastically spoke trying to meet Peters eyes with your Y/E/C ones just once.

“Look could we talk about what happened last-” Peters eyes finally caught yours taking you off guard and causing you to choke on your words, the feeling of be unwanted right here in this moment overran your body making you slouch slightly “Look Y/N…” he paused as his phone buzzed in his pocket “I really have to go, could we talk later?” He sighed running his hands through his soft, fluffy brown hair. “Uh sure.” You whispered breaking eye contact with Peter and looking at the floor, Peter sighed once more before walking away “just- just please don’t forget!” You called to him as he turned the corner and out of your sight.

You started making your way to the pool again thinking about what just happened, did Peter even really want to talk? He hasn’t wanted to talk to me at all this past week so maybe he really did regret what could have happened that night. You reached the door to the pool and slid your keycard through the small slot and the door clicked open. You slapped your card down on one of the small tables “there you are!” Flash shouted from in the pool, “I was starting to think you ditched us for penis.” He laughed making your mood even worse than it already was. “Whatever Flash.” You slipped into the pool and just floated on your back looking up at the ceiling with a couple of windows at the top, just admiring the stars and wishing how you could just be one right now instead of having to deal with all of this .. drama? no that’s not the right word for it, but I’m not sure what is maybe- your thoughts get cut off when your eyes meet the ones you saw in the hallway not even 5 minutes ago.

“Peter?” You whisper so quiet no one else hears you, you see Peters eyes widen and then he disappears. You stop and stand on your feet in the small hotel pool still staring up at the window. What is he doing on the roof? Why was he staring at me?

You get out of the pool and grab a designated towel from a small rack in the corner of the room and sit down at a lawn chair.

What is going on?

FightWrite: Your Killers Need to Kill

Killers need to kill. It’s surprising how many writers ignore this very specific and important piece of the ones they claim are killers, heartless or not. Sometimes, there’s a difference between the character we describe in the text and the actions the character takes. An author can tell me over and over that a character is a deadly and dangerous person who strikes ruthlessly without mercy, but if they don’t behave that way in the actual story then I’m not going to buy it.

Show versus tell: the difference between who the author says the character is and the actions the character takes in the story. Especially if the actions counteract the description. Now, you do have characters who lie, characters who misrepresent themselves, characters who say one thing and do another, but these are not the characters we’re talking about. This is about ensuring that you, the author, know the character you are writing. Unless you’re hiding their habits, let us glimpse the worst they’re capable of.

Monster. I could tell Jackson I was a monster, but he wouldn’t believe me. He saw a strawberry blonde, five feet eleven inches. A waitress, a Pilates nut, not a murderer. The nasty scar across my slim waist that I’d earned when I was ten? He thought I’d gotten it from a mugging at twenty one. Just as a natural layer of womanly fat hid away years of physical conditioning, I hid myself behind long hair, perky makeup, and a closet full of costumes bought from Macy’s and Forever 21. To him, I was Grace Johnson. The woman who cuddled beside him in bed, the woman who hogged the sheets, who screamed during horror movie jump scares, the woman who forgot to change the toilet paper, who baked cookies every Saturday morning, the woman who sometimes wore the same underwear three days in a row. The woman he loved.

No, I thought as I studied his eyes. Even with a useless arm hanging at my side, elbow crushed; my nose smashed, blood coursing down from the open gash in my forehead, a bullet wound in my shoulder, Sixteen’s gun in my hand, the dining room table shattered, and his grandmother’s China scattered across the floor. He’d never believe Grace Johnson was a lie. Not until I showed him, possibly not even then. Not for many more years to come. Probably, I caught my mental shrug, if he lives.

“Grace,” Jackson said. “Please…” The phone clattered the floor, his blue eyes wide, color draining from his lips. “This isn’t you.”

Gaze locking his, I levered Sixteen’s pistol at her knee.

“Don’t,” she whispered. “Morrison will take you in, he’ll fix this.” Her voice cracked, almost a sob. For us, a destroyed limb was a death sentence. Once, we swore we’d die together. Now, she can mean it. “Thirteen, if you run then there’s no going back.”

My upper lip curled. “You don’t know me.” I had no idea which one I was talking to. “You never did.”

My finger squeezed the trigger.

Sixteen grunted, blood slipping down her lip. In the doorway, Jackson screamed.

Do it and mean it. Let it be part of their character development, regardless of if which way you intend to go. In the above example, there’s a dichotomy present between the character of Thirteen and her cover Grace Johnson. There’s some question, even for the character, about which of them they are. It sets up a beginning of growth for the character as she runs, but it also fails to answer what will be the central question in the story: who am I? Which way will I jump?

If Thirteen doesn’t kill Sixteen, if the scene answers the question at the beginning then why would you need to read the story?

Below the cut, we’ll talk about some ways to show their struggles.


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Last Game Summary *MAJOR SPOILERS*

MAJOR SPOILERS! If you don’t want to be spoiled about Last Game just don’t read this. Also, for those who are gonna spazz and post about the summary PLEASE DON’T SPOIL FOR OTHERS WHO DON’T WISH TO BE SPOILED. (There are people trust me). If you are gonna post about Last Game please use the hashtag #last game spoilers so people can block it. Thank you.

The show I went to had the liveviewing for the seiyuu greetings as well so I’ll write a bit of that after this.

Now if you want to be spoiled, please continue!!

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Big Girl - Michael Clifford Smut

 i wrote this a while ago i literally have no idea how bad it sucks ass but it probably sucks hard


“Mom no! I don’t need a babysitter I’m 18 for god’s sake!”

“No Y/N! The last time i left you home alone you almost burned the house down! And it’s not like he’s a complete stranger. It’s just Michael.” Her parents were going out for a business dinner and they hired Michael Clifford to babysit her.

Michael was 19, he graduated last year and he took a gap year to travel with his mates. That meant he needed money badly. They were neighbours and her parents invited the Cliffords over for dinner quite often but Y/N never had a proper conversation with him however she knew how cocky he was. He had the biggest ego. Always bragging about himself and trying to show off. Never the less she always had a slight crush on him. There was something mesmerising about him.

“We’re leaving now and he’ll be arriving in 15 minutes. Be kind to him and don’t cause any trouble!”

After kissing her parents goodbye Y/N decided to prepare some snacks to watch some movies. Her parents weren’t going to come back until midnight and Michael probably wasn’t gonna pay her attention, she needed to entertain herself until then.

She was going through movies when she heard the knocking on the door.

“Come in the door isn’t locked.” she yelled. She knew it was Michael. Who else would knock on her door at 8:30pm?

“You know you really should lock the door when you’re home alone. Im kind enough to not kidnap you but someone else might.”

“Haha funny Michael.” she was being sarcastic but she knew Michael was kinda right. She wasn’t gonna admit that of course. Michael’s ego was already big enough.

Michael plopped himself next to Y/N on the couch and asked “So what are we watching?”

“We? So THE Michael Clifford wants to spend time with me i’m honored.”

“Don’t flatter yourself i kinda have to cause there’s nothing else to do.”

“Sure.” she snickered. She knew he was being sarcastic. That was how their friendship was. Sarcastic remarks and mean comments.

They settled on watching a random movie which turned out quite boring.

“Why do you need a babysitter anyways?” Michael asked.

“The last time i was home alone i almost burned the house down so my mom doesn’t think i should be left alone anymore. But im a big girl i know i can take care of myself.”

“Big girl huh?” Michael had a smirk when he said that.

“Yes i turned 18 two weeks ago.”

“Truth or dare?”

“What?” she honestly was surprised by his question she wasn’t expecting this. “Truth i guess..”

“Are you a virgin?” she was taken aback from the sudden question.

“N-no.” she shyly answered. She’d much rather her first time being with Michael. The guy who took her virginity was an asshole. “Truth or dare?” she was already thinking of a smart thing to ask him.

“No you choose one.”

“It’s your turn.”

“Im in charge right now don’t you think? Do as i say.”

“Truth.” she didn’t want to take chances and she was pissed with Michael reminding her that he was in charge. Although the thought of Michael being in charge turned her on.

“What’s your biggest turn on?”

“Dare. Can i change it?” she couldn’t tell him that the thought of him tying her down and fucking her mercilessly while she called him daddy made her panties soak.

“No princess. You chose truth and now you have to answer.”

“Umm i g-guess my partner being umm you know dominant would turn me on.”

“I dare you to suck my cock.”


“C'mon babygirl i know you want to. I know how much i turn you on. I bet you’re wet right now.” He was right. Thinking about him fucking her did turn her on.

She got on her knees. It was the moment she was waiting for all her life wasn’t it?

“Michael i’ve only done this once. I don’t know how to do it.”

“It’s ok princess i’ll guide you.”

She unbuttoned his pants, Michael lifted his hips so Y/N could take off his pants and boxers faster.

When Y/N saw his cock she was amazed. He was bigger than the boy who took her virginity and thicker. She was nervous to touch it let alone put it in her mouth.

“What happened?” Michael needed her mouth. Or her hands. Anything. He just wanted to feel her touch.

“It’s just that you’re bigger than my ex.” she didn’t even care if she was flattering his ego even more.

“It’s ok Y/N it’s not gonna bite see.” He started stroking his cock. “Try it c'mon.” Michael replaced his hand with hers and she slowly started stroking him.

“Ugh Y/N it feels so good. Take it in your mouth please.” how could she say no to him when he ask like that? She took him in her mouth. She struggled to fit him in her mouth but managed to do it. She started stroking the parts she couldn’t fit in her mouth with her hands.

“Yes yes yes babygirl does daddy’s cock feels good in your mouth?” Daddy? She never thought Michael would have a daddy kink. She hoped but she never thought he actually had it.

She stopped sucking for a brief moment and said “Yes daddy.”

“Stop stop come here.” Michael pulled her up and sat her on her lap. They started making out passionately.  Michael tried to take off her shirt and  bra without stopping the kiss.

“Fuck babygirl your tits are amazing.” He massaged her boobs and flicked her nipples.

“Daddy please do something!” “What do you want daddy to do baby? You want daddy to fuck you?”

Y/N could only nod and Michael eagerly unbuttoned her pants and took them off.

“Baby there is a condom in the back pocket of my jeans can you bring it to daddy?” she got up from his lap and bend down to get the condom. Michael couldn’t resist it and spanked her ass. She moaned from the pleasure, turning Michael on.

“You like it when daddy spanks you baby?”

“Yes daddy please spank me again.”

“I will baby girl but all i want right now is your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock. Come here.” He grabbed the condom from her hand and quickly put it on.

“C'mon princess ride daddy’s cock. Show him how much of a big girl you are.” Y/N positioned herself on Michael’s cock and slowly slide down. They both moaned in bliss.

“Harder babygirl. Make daddy proud.” Michael couldn’t take it anymore. Hearing her moans and whimpers were driving him crazy. He needed to have his way with her. He needed to devour her. He spanked her and said “Lay down baby.”

Y/N got up from his lap and laid down on the couch. After teasing her folds for a bit, Michael positioned himself at her entrance and quickly thrusted in. She felt so good wrapped around his cock and without realising he started ramming into her. He was fucking her so good. Y/N could feel a knot forming in her stomach and the aching feeling around her pussy. She reached down to rub her clit but Michael held her hands over her head.

“I know you’re close me too baby. Cum for me, cum for daddy Y/N.”

Y/N let out a loud moan and came around Michael’s cock. Feeling her pussy clench around his cock drive Michael over the edge.

He reached for the blanket on the floor and put it over Y/N. He got up and walked towards kitchen to get rid of the condom when he suddenly turned around and said, “I knew you had a crush on me. I think you’re cute.”

anonymous asked:


Dear (Y/N) (L/N), 

         It’s been a while hasn’t it? I don’t blame you if you haven’t touched the chat for heavens know how long. Just know that we have missed you so much. Seeing your face light up for the other members put a smile to my face. However, knowing that they can love you freely did turn my skies blue. Ha, I even thanked the lords that I am blind. It hurt seeing you love them without hesitation. Me and Saeran have been watching in the sidelines wishing that we were that important enough to be saved. I decided to do something about it. If you find me worthy… will you come save me? Will you take the time to find out my demons and still love me for it? 

       Call me selfish but I’ve been waiting for you ever since the first moment you logged into the chatroom. Now, my time has come. Sorry for being a little slow but I decided to finally open my heart. My heart is full of mysterious and the answers to them may hurt you. Just know that I will be there to wipe the tears away. If I push you away, just know that I am scared that you don’t find me worthy as the other members. That you won’t see me as how I see you. 

     Enough of me talking about the black plague that clouds my thoughts. Tell me about yourself? Your fears…your dreams… your desires. Will you ride this rollercoaster with me? I promise you that I will buckle you up tight because you are so precious to me already. Am I moving to fast? Ha, I am sorry. I tend to get ahead of myself when it comes to you. Before I decide to make the leap of faith, may I ask you one question? 

      Will you be my eyes? Will you show me the beauty of life again? I never met an angel in person, so when I get my sight back… your face better be the first face I see. So I can finally see an angel. Sorry for the rambling. I must go now… she’s waiting for me. Please. Save. Me. I hope I’m worthy enough. 

- Jihyun Kim 

Submitting bc this idea has been building for a while, after reading your comic. I hope this isn’t presumptuous.

There are some places on the campus where space… folds.

If you step through this arch at midnight on a new moon when only starlight creates shadows you’ll step from the neatly-paved courtyard to the paired stones outside Tara. Thankfully the Good Neighbours there are used to it, and will tell you how to get back, though it might cost you the shirt off your back. Apparently they’re making a super-quilt.

There’s the small grove just at the edge of campus and in the middle of summer when the dragonflies drone and pollen spirals through shafts of sunlight like flakes of gold you really need to avoid the ring of Fly Agaric that sprung up after the stump of the old felled white oak rotted away. If you don’t, make sure you have some milk, or some cream, or a sack of really high quality charcoal. The Huldrekin at the other end might just send you back if you come bearing gifts, though if they especially like you they may keep you and send back a changeling instead.

There’s a twisting void in the stretching pond (and if you look at it through the trees of the grove it looks like it’s far larger than it is, a lake, not a pond) and yes, there’s the Nixies you know, and the melting sun-shy Asrai, the leather-capped Merrows, and the sealy Selkies you’ve come to recognise - they’re almost open about things, and if you’ve ever let one take you to bed you can see them all, waving at you. They’re probably the only ones which let you see, and won’t curse you for it.

(The seal-like teeth had freaked you out at first, but there is a reason Selkie lovers are reputed to help with heartbreak.)

(You remember that week fondly, and you still go down with pieces of unusual fish after there’s the market in town. It doesn’t hurt to maintain a good relationship with your ex, and especially not when they’re of the Good Neighbours.)

Generally, though, you won’t see the Sjora or the Havsra, the single, lone wish-granting Ceasg, the small amphibious Kallran, unless you are very polite. Usually your ex will introduce them for you and then, maybe, you’ll be allowed to See through, see the kelp-green hair or the needle-sharp teeth, or the wide-and-watching fishlike eyes. Sometimes, if the magics begun to permeate even you, you can smell the fish they’ve been eating.

There’s a cupboard in the cafeteria, affectionately called Narnia, and two Student Halls which everyone is reasonably certain are secretly entrances to an eternal party held by the Good Neighbours - it’s either that or, somehow, every year, the vapers and drinkers and party-ers all end up in these two halls, and end up rolling into their lectures 10 minutes late and with cups of Good Neighbour-made hangover cure. They’re tightlipped about what happened, but, well. Everyone assumes that’s the price of entry.

The science labs are free of these odd little folds, probably because of the iron, but the Law building is filled with them, as are the Arts departments. History has two doors in the East corridor that lead… elsewhen. Not elsewhere, elsewhen. Some of the students use them for history papers and cultural studies essays, but they have to be very careful if they ever intend to come back.

Twice now the budding archaeology department have done a practice dig only to find century-old bones that definitely show evidence of modern braces. And no one talks about the three-hundred year old FitBit.

(“You have walked 19,967 steps today!” It had shown in a pretty and definitely non-standard cursive when a … maybe changeling student had picked it up and wiped off the years. “You have 10% battery left. Please give me more magic!”)

(Now the techs are trying desperately to see if they can power their computers with magic. This would be easier if their building had less iron, but they aren’t about to move.)

(Not like the budget is going to let them.)


Age gap

Prompt: What about a headcanon of Chris dating a younger person? oh! or going to Disney World with him.

A/N: THANK YOU, for challenging me like this. I needed that. There you go, I hope you like it. Keep sending requests :)

Warnings: fluff, a little angs, age gap, bad words.


Chris and I had been dating for over seven months. And our fights didn’t include his job or mine. Just the fucking age gap. Today was one of those days were that little and stupid thing made us go nuts and not in the nice, corny and sweet way. He was mad.

“Are you kidding me?” I asked him putting my hand in my hips.

“No, y/n, you’re young I get that, you like to go out and have fun with your friends. Your friends that have your same age.” I sighed.

“You know that you can come with me, I love when you come and join me, baby” I made my way towards him and I hugged him, I tried to kiss him but he was so tense.

“I… we, can find something else to do together. I don’t want to be the old man that just goes there and stands there and doesn’t get any of your young jokes…Maybe I’m getting old” he hugged me for a few seconds to add “I love you, have fun” he kissed my forehead and left my apartment.

“What? Wait, Chris…” I tried to reach him. But he turned around and sighed.

“Baby, please. Just text me when you come back home, please?” I nodded and saw the white door closing.

As a girlfriend, I was supposed to know him, right? Well, I did. And I knew that the age gap was always going to be an issue for us, but lately felt worst. His thirties versus my twenties.

I loved him more than anything in the world and I wanted him being part of my world. But he was right, there was a different atmosphere, with his friends, our friends and my friends.

It was killing me that he had that absurd idea of him being old, but for now, I needed to give him his space.

But also, I think there’s something else I could do.


“Chris” I murmured. He was sleeping. He was so fucking handsome, how could even consider he was old?! I mean, he’s like… breathtaking, amazing, funny… perfect. I laid next to him and started to wave his messy hair.

“Mhm?” he opened his eyes and half smiled. “Baby?” I kissed his nose, he incorporated and sat I leaned and kissed him.

“Good morning”

“Well, it’s not morning yet” he spoke looking at the clock “what are you doing here? I don’t mind, but’s everything ok?” he was that man, caring and sweet.

“Yes, we’re going on a trip, I just needed to wake you up. And it’s not an option, love. We are going.”

“Can I, at least, ask where?” I denied with my head and kissed him.

“No, it’s a surprise. You have ten minutes to shower, I’ll help you packing. Go, now” I ordered. He sprawled in the bed and I rolled my eyes.

“We can stay here, in bed. And I could kiss you and you could kiss me back” he added. His propose was very convincing, but not right now.

“No, move your young and awesome ass from bed” his head showed from the covers with that funny look “Please?”

“Just because you said please, boss” I smiled and kissed him.

“Come on, hurry, love!”


“Let me see if I understand? You didn’t let me watch since we got to the airport, neither when we got to the plane and you’re not going to let me sneak when we land?” I kissed him.


“You’re so mean! I don’t wike it.”

“How can you say that you’re old when you act like your four-year-old nephew?”


We got to the place. The air was warm. I spent the night making calls, asking for favors in my job and exchanging as well. But it was worth it, here we were. I used my tiptoes. I kissed him and removed the blindfold.

“Where do you think we are?” I asked him before removing it completely, if he didn’t guess I’d probably punch him. There was all that noise that I couldn’t control, even the photoflashes and the smell of THIS place.

“I think we’re on set?” I laughed.

“Surprise! We’re on Disneyland” I yelled.

“What the fuck! Y/N, this is great, what…? Why…?” he stopped talking and rose me from the ground, making me spin in the air. When he put me down, he kissed me.

“Well, I thought that I needed to bring you to the place where you can feel young and maybe younger. In Disney, doesn’t matter your age, if you or me, are older, we can feel like kids again”

“But we can do things of grown ups too” he said while he put his arms around my waist.


“Like kissing you and saying that I love you” he leaned and placed his lips against mine.

“I love you, Chris, I love you, not your age, not…” he put his index finger in my lips.

“Shhh! Let’s enjoy today” I nodded and started to walk. Suddenly he grabbed my arm and turned me back.

“I love you, thank you, baby. I… love you”. And that’s how you melt a heart in one second. He held my hand and made our way to the entrance.

Dear Shameless writers,
Please don’t turn Shameless into ANOTHER disappointment for the LGBTQIA community. What I mean by that, is I can probably count the number of gay couples with a happy ending on one hand (I mean solidly happy not “ahhh well… THIS could have happened and it didn’t so it’s happy FOR an LGBTQIA storyline. I mean fucking walking off into the sunset happily fucking ever after endings that give us cavities). Meanwhile it’s a treat to see straight films and shows where the couple DOESN’T have a happy ending. Why? Because it’s realistic and refreshing after seeing a million examples where everything suddenly works out in the end. But you know which characters seldom have these kinds of endings? Basically any LGBTQIA couple in media ever.
Please give Ian and Mickey happily ever after endings (with each other if I’m not asking too much). So by that I mean not Trevor in Ian’s case. It’s not that I dislike Trevor, it’s that there is NO chemistry. Think Ruby Rose in season 3 of OITNB. Literally only there to cause conflict but without the chemistry goodies to back it up. Trevor is a Mickey distraction gone wrong. Though he has certainly opened discussions about Trans issues and gender identity as a whole, and I’ll forever appreciate that, the fact is to have Ian end up with Trevor would be a lie because Trevor is not the love of Ian’s life… Mickey is.
Mickey deserves better for reasons I could rattle off in another post, but the bottom line is they both deserve to be with the man who makes them strive to be better, do more, be more–to be with the one who makes them happy beyond anyone else ever could, who makes even the rainiest of days only partly cloudy if not completely sunny.
Please, please, please Shameless writers; do Noel Fisher and Cameron Monaghan justice, do Gallavich justice, give Ian and Mickey the ending they deserve, and finally, do the LGBTQIA community a huge solid and let us have ONE more happy ending to add to the painfully short list. Lots of gay people watched this show with hope after Mickey came out… and look where it got him. We need to see these happy endings especially now because they ARE POSSIBLE in real life, but there are still so many closeted gay people (like Mickey) who need to see that everything CAN turn out okay, if only for some comfort if not for a little encouragement to be open with who they are. I am not demanding, but requesting and pleading to PLEASE not do the LGBTQIA dirty and give us another fallen through pairing. Please give Gallavich the ending they deserve and let them walk off into their south side sunset. Oh, and please go ahead and tell us soon (like, now, please!) Whether or not Noel is coming back so we can finally prepare ourselves for full heartbreak if it turns out he isn’t. I know I’d still watch the show, and if Mickey is truly gone even just for the season, I would like some preparation.

A hopeful Gallavich fan losing hope day by day without news.

Bruised and Battered Part 2

Sam, Dean x Reader (Friends, soon to be more)

1250 Words

Story Summary: Being friend with Sam and Dean Winchester had been the best part of your life. But then they were gone, and you had nothing to distract you from the physical and verbal abuse from your parents. Years pass, and your parents suddenly vanish. When Sam and Dean come help to find them, you aren’t sure what they will do when they discover your dark past.

A/N: Mentions of Abuse. Also, sorry this one is shorter than I wanted, but at least I got something out!! Now I’m going to fall asleep and hope I feel better!

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With your legs tucked underneath you, you continued to stare out the window of the Impala, watching as trees and buildings sped past you, nothing but a blur. Your mind a million miles away as you thought about what lay ahead. If your parents were still alive, and whether you cared if they were dead.

Truthfully, that part of you was numb. Your parents had treated you so horribly, that you weren’t sure if you wanted them back or not. Sure, they were your parents, and you should love them no matter what. But this might be the break you were looking for. Feeling horrible for thinking that way, you quickly brushed away a spare tear, amazed that even after everything you had gone through you could still cry.

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ok so here’s a theory/prediction:

toneri might be the one to possibly “”train”” boruto to use his tenseigan and awaken his tenseigan chakra mode or w/e because, well. who else 

which is probably this u kno

boruto looks basically like a pink flame - kinda like naruto’s kurama chakra mode - but since he doesn’t have kurama’s chakra and instead inherited a powerful dojutsu which chakra mode looks like This

then that means…u kno 

also. hinata told him, “ONE DAY come to earth”

he didn’t exactly refuse

the dude is still on the moon and he can contact boruto but that doesn’t mean he can’t still come to earth for real? naruto and hinata were literally like, “even though you tried to kill all of humanity please come back to earth with us and everyone will love you” 

or they can just meet up in boruto’s dreams/visions who knows

so in conclusion:

“i wanted to put toneri back into the story but my assistants said no” - kishimoto


Quicksilver x Reader

Originally posted by imaginecabin

based on a prompt by @the-modern-typewriter however I cannot find the post rn.


*month ago*

“And that I stole from the fun fair” Peter said pointing at some teddy bear in the corner of the room. You giggled and hugged onto his side on the bed you were laying on.

“I can’t believe I’m sitting here, listening to you tell me about all the shit you stole.” You played with his grey locks.

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What happened?

Hey :) do you think you could please write a klaus x reader where you two are dating and Hayley shows up with her child so klaus gets preoccupied with that and you obviously feel left out. But one day klaus’ enemies show up whilst he is gone and you have to fight them but you didn’t know that you were of werewolf descendant so you turn and he comes back to a very bloody house. You can make up the rest but make the reader strong ie isn’t really prone to crying? Sorry it’s so long .-.

Klaus x reader

It had been a few months now since Hayley had arrived in New Orleans, and your life had been turned upside down. Before that, you and Klaus had been relatively happy. Sure, you had your ups and downs, but you were working through them, together. But now? You felt like you barely saw him. He was hardly ever around, and the pair of you hadn’t had a decent conversation in months. You missed him, if you were honest with yourself. But you were far too stubborn to find him and tell him how you felt. Instead, you kept quiet, getting more and more frustrated as the weeks went by.

You hadn’t even had the chance to tell him what had happened last week. That you had killed someone, for the first time in your life. You weren’t even sure how it had happened- one minute they were alive, the next they weren’t. They had been taunting you, threatening you and the rest of the Mikaelson family. You had seen red, and suddenly, they were dead. Your anger never usually got the better of you so easily, but it had been getting worse recently. There was certainly more for you to be angry about, and you were keeping it all bottled up with nobody to tell about it. 

Tonight, you were yet again alone in the compound. Klaus was out dealing with the latest Hayley related problem, along with Elijah. The night was just beginning to draw in, and you were sat on the balcony overlooking the courtyard, curled up with a book. You had intended to wait up for Klaus coming home and try to actually spend some time with him for once, but it was starting to get late. You would be worried, but him coming and going through the night had become almost normal recently, so you had given up worrying. It wasn’t as if he worried about you, these days. Suddenly, a noise caught your attention. A thump, as if of feet landing. You let your book slip to the floor and got to your feet, peering over the balcony to see if you could see anything. Nothing was obviously wrong. You were clearly just jumpy, you weren’t massively keen on being home alone, especially in the dark. Now that you were up, you leant on the balcony and gazed up at the night sky. It was a full moon, you noticed with some trepidation. Why wasn’t Klaus home, with the possibility of werewolves in the quarter? 

Another noise caught your attention and you looked down. This time, there was something there. One of the vampires allied with Marcel was strolling into the courtyard, looking as if he owned the place. Your heart started to thump, but you kept your cool. “Can I help you?” You called down, voice as steady as you can make it.

“Are you Klaus’ girl?” 

“Excuse you?”
“I said, are you Klaus’ girlfriend.”
“Um…, yeah I suppose so.” You frowned, unsure why this was important. “What do you want?”

“Is he home?”

“Er…” You panicked, unsure whether to lie or not. “Not right now, can I take a message?” You decided that they were probably after Klaus, and you were safest if you were truthful.

“Oh, sweetie. You are the message.” You just opened your mouth to ask him to explain what he meant by this when there was a thud behind you. You whirled around to see another vampire behind you, veins appearing beneath his eyes as he launched himself towards you. Panicking, you fled down into the courtyard, where the moon was shining down. You felt strange, then suddenly a shooting pain manifested in your legs; your arms; your spine. You turned to face the vampire in the courtyard, and screamed, your eyes flashing yellow. Your bones began to crack as he realised what was happening and his own eyes widened. They hadn’t realised what they had let themselves in for.

Though logically, you knew you must be turning, you didn’t understand how this could be happening. You weren’t a werewolf, were you? You were distracted from your thoughts by another crack as your spine reformed, causing you to release another horrible scream. With this, the vampires seemed to suddenly decide what to do, and turn to flee. But by now you were furious, and half-changed into your wolf form. You snarled, grabbing the vampire nearest you and digging your fangs into his neck. This was the last thing you remembered before you finished turning completely, other than the awful, all encompassing pain.


Hours later, you awoke. The dawn light was just beginning to seep in through the windows and illuminate the room in which you lay. You looked around you, and promptly threw up at the sight in front of you. You were surrounded by the bodies of slain vampires, most of them with their throats ripped out, one still writhing with the effects of the werewolf venom. Blood coated almost every surface, and you were covered in it. You reached for something to cover yourself with, a throw lying on the nearest sofa, and were horrified when you noticed the bloody handprints you left on everything you touched. You sank back to the floor, leaning against the sofa, and let your head fall into your hands. What had happened? What had you done?

It was then that you heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and then the door to the house opening. You didn’t dare look up, didn’t dare see who it was who was seeing you like that. 

“Y/N?” It was Klaus’ voice, and it was shocked. A little scared, perhaps even. Slowly, you removed your hands from your face and looked up, eyes wide.

“My God. What happened?” Slowly, Klaus walked towards you. His hands were raised as if to pacify you, as if you were a wild animal. 

“I don’t know,” you whispered, voice shaky. “I…Marcel’s vampires, they came for me, and they attacked me, and then… I think I turned, Klaus.” You waited anxiously for his reaction, not having any idea what to expect. And you saw almost all possible emotions cross his face in the space of a moment: rage, fear, pride? and then, guilt. He knelt beside you and opened his arms, allowing you to crawl into them, despite your blood stained state. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I should have been here. I shouldn’t have left you alone. I didn’t think you would ever be a target,” he murmured into your hair. 

“It’s not your fault, Klaus. I just… I can’t believe I did this.”
“Did you kill someone, Y/N?”
“Wha.. what do you mean? Look around you Klaus, of course I killed someone,” you snapped, nerves frayed.

“No, that’s not what I meant. You turned, you must have killed someone before now to activate the curse.”
“Oh… Yes. The other week. I don’t know how it happened, and I wanted to tell you, and talk about it, but you’re always so busy with Hayley these days and I never even get to see you!”
“I know. I’m sorry, but it’s important. This baby is important!”

“I know it is, but that doesn’t mean I’m not,” you replied, voice growing softer.

“I know that too Y/N. And I am truly sorry. I promise that I’ll make more time for you.” You smiled gently at him at this, pulling away a little to look up at him. “Are you okay?” He asked, taking a proper look at you now.

You shook your head. “No, not really. It hurt, Klaus. That’s all I can remember, how much it hurt. And this… I have to do this every month?” 

“Shhh,” he soothed you. “I know. We’ll find a way to make it easier, Y/N. And it does get easier, I promise.”

“You sure?”


Out Of Sight Part 4 - Auston Matthews

Originally posted by willynylanders

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 1854

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

*Your POV*

You press your ear to the cold wooden door waiting for conversation to be made, hands on either side of your head. Your insides are bubbling up from curiosity. A part of you wanting to stay in the bathroom and listen, the other part begging to jump out and into his arms. The moment Willy opens the door he invites Auston in. The love of your life now standing on the other side of an inch-thick plank.

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In Your Head- Part 5

Jughead Jones x Reader

Reader: Y/N

Brother: Y/B/N

Word Count: 1,601

Summary: You are almost 3 months into a relationship with Jughead Jones. You are going through a tough time being too much in your head as the anniversary of “that night” comes closer. Jughead can sense something is wrong.

Warnings: Features sexual content, as well as a rape flashback and parental abuse. Please don’t read if easily triggered.

….“but now I want to show you”.

Jughead looked into your eyes and while he could see that you meant every word, he took a breath for himself. “Maybe we should talk about this first? We haven’t really before…”

You leaned back on the bed and laid next to him. You thought for a moment. He was right, if you were going to do this, you should talk about any other feelings you have. In the same instance of these thoughts, you also couldn’t stop yourself from thinking that maybe he just didn’t want you. “No one will ever love someone like you” - your eyes were closed - and all you could hear were those words in your mother’s voice.

You finally looked back at Jughead, who once again had a look of loving concern in his eyes. “Yeah I guess your right”. You looked away from his eyes and just focused on holding his hand, “I guess, I mean, do you want to with me?”

He pulled your chin having your face looking into his eyes and giving you a reassuring smile, “Of course I do Y/N. I love you”. He paused to kiss you again. “I just want to make sure what this means for us”.

You smiled, feeling better about your thoughts. You hadn’t asked him anything like this next question. “Okay. Well have you ever? Before I mean…”

He gave a laugh, thinking you already knew that answer. “Y/N. You have been all of my firsts so far”.

You were a little surprised. How could anyone else not notice this amazing guy before you?

You smiled. “Sorry, I guess I just wasn’t sure. I mean you’re kind of perfect you know?” 

He gave a soft laugh again. “Yeah well, I don’t think many girls find the name Jughead too attractive….” 

“Perfect for me then”. You smiled again bringing him in to kiss again. His hands moved to your hips, and after your gentle kiss he looked nervous. 

Looking down back to your body, he chalked up his courage to ask you next. “Have you? I mean not what with happened last year….”, he lost his words a bit, “I mean I know that doesn’t….” 

You smiled, now bringing his face to yours. “No, I’ve never made love to anyone before”. You took a pause again, mustering up some courage while knowing what you wanted to say. “So….I love you, you love me, and we both want to do this…is there anything else?” 

“Yeah….”, he hesitated and then bit his lip before saying, “You’re not still drunk right?”. 

You laughed again, “No, no. I am very sure I want this with you. I trust you, don’t worry”. 

 “Okay, but I need you to do something for me…”. He looked back in your eyes grasping the sides of your face with both hands, “If I am hurting you or you feel uncomfortable in ANY way, you have to tell me. Okay? The last thing I’d want….” 

You cut him off, “I promise I will but I’m not worried. A little nervous maybe….but I love you”. 

He smiled again before bringing you in for a heavy kiss. His mouth on your bottom lip, turning into a deeper kiss, his tongue snuck in while moving his hands to your hips. You moved your hands to his neck, moving your body closer to his. Your hands went upwards to his head and you slid off his beanie and started to play with his raven hair. He made a slight groan and paused at the end of this kiss, looking at your body up and down while taking a deep breath. “Stay here for a second, I have to get something…” He kissed you on your forehead before making sure with his eyes that you were going to stay on the bed before hurrying to the door. 

You took a breath to yourself, looking up at the ceiling. You had someone that loved you and cared about you in a way unlike any other. You decided to take the rest of your hair down, which took a little bit as it felt that Kevin had used a hundred bobby pins in your hair. All the while just thinking of how much you loved this guy, this amazing guy that you lucked into. You couldn’t get the smile off your face and you looked up after hearing the door move again. Jughead closed and locked it while coming back to the bed. “Thank goodness for Archie’s room…”, he joked while putting a condom on the nightstand next to the bed. He sat back down next you, you got up slightly. 

 “Come here”. You grabbed a side of his face while bringing him back to your lips again. You kissed him hard and deep, starting slow while moving the pace of your mouth a little faster. His hands moved to your hips again, as he paused from kissing, he looked down staring at your shirt. You gave him a smile and a slight nod and he began to move his hand up it. His hand made it to a cup of your bra and he gave a slight sigh while now kissing your neck. You moved your body on top of his, straddling his hips with your thighs. You lifted the cropped shirt off, tossed it to the side of the room and began to remove your bra while he never left his eyes off of yours. You slid off the straps and tossed the dark bra to the middle of the room and he began to look down. “You’re so beautiful”, he said as his eyes went back to your lips. He once again moved his hands up from your hips and started to caress your left breast. He groaned slightly while bringing your body closer to his, towards the pillow. You began to kiss his neck while your body began to warm all over, you started to grab his hips, your body in-twined with his. 

You began to lift his shirt up, until he paused, lifting his body up a little to help you get it off. With his shirt now off, he began to kiss you all over, starting with your neck. He paused right before his mouth got to your breasts and then dived in. With his mouth on you, you knew you had never felt anything like this feeling. His hands went back up to your neck and his mouth trailed up your body back to your lips. In that moment, you were all his.

You both laid there, under the covers, panting in what was the feeling of ecstasy. You looked back to him, your hands over his chest while looking back up at his face. His brow had a little sweat, but his large smile is what you were focused on. You were still breathing heavily getting the words out, “W-well?” 

“That was…”, he was still catching his breath as well, “amazing”. He brought your lips back to him and smiled while parting them. “I love you Y/N. So much.”

Again, still smiling to him, “I love you too”. 

“How do you feel?”, he was checking in on your emotions again. 

“Different. A little light headed…”, you gave a smirk, “but great. You?” 

“That was the best physical feeling of my life”, his words were honest but the way he spat them out he laughed a little after. You giggled back. 

He thought for second, “also hungry…” 

“When are you not?”. You laughed together before you grabbed one of his flannels from the floor and began to button it. You grabbed your pj bottoms out of your bag. He was watching you every slight second you moved, “what are you doing?” He asked, still with a smile on his face. 

“Making us something to eat of course”. You smiled back. 

“Give me a little bit and I’ll be down there with you, okay?”. He stood up and leaned in for a kiss and grabbed his boxers as well as his beanie before heading towards the bathroom. The smile never left your face as you headed towards the kitchen. You didn’t think this feeling of love would ever end. 

You opened the fridge and grabbed some eggs, then went to the pantry and found some pancake mix. Jughead was walking down the stairs, wearing just his boxers and beanie, walking over to you. The smile was still stuck on his face as well. He came behind you, as you were now mixing eggs in a bowl, and kissed your neck while giving you a slight hug. 

“Can I help?” 

Eyeing the pan next to you, “Yeah put that one on the burner”, and while giving it to him you gave him a peck back. You looked up to the side of the kitchen and saw the clock. It was a little after 2am. You were a little surprised it wasn’t later, as it felt like a very long day. You started in on the pancake mix while Jughead got another pan out. 

At the same instance, you heard the front door open. You both lifted your heads and were welcomed by Archie. He looked at the both of you and smiled. “Heh, well your guys’ night definitely turned around…” He gave a slight eyebrow raise with the statement. 

“Errr well…yeah”, Jughead was messing with the hair under his beanie out of nervousness. You yourself were practically red. You stared back at Jughead, knowing that pancakes wasn’t going to be the end of your night.

Request List

✔️Clubs and Blood–Jerome smut? where he gets incredibly jealous where it gets to the point where he kills the guy right in front of you thats been flirting with you all night? and then ends with angry passionate s m u t ?

✔️Laughter is the best medicine–jerome fluff where the reader was held hostage and jerome saves her but shes hurt and he cares for her and is just super over protective? thank you so much and love your imagines!

✔️Number one fan–Can you do one where the reader is the number one crime boss/villain and Jerome admires her so much that he follows them around until he gets caught. Maybe they become partners, he gets jealous and stuff, and it has a pretty happy ending.

✔️Breaking out my baby–Imagine where the reader gets thrown in Arkham when Jerome is killed,since she was crying over his dead body and Jim saw this as an opportunity to arrest her.So when Jerome returns he goes to save her,finding her completely insane from being tortured

Jelly beans–Could you please do a fanfic where Jerome gets Jealous or one where he meets the reader in Arkham? Thank you! You’re a great reader! I look forward to reading more of your work soon! :)

Sticks and Stones? Staples and Thrones- You should do one where Jerome meets Harley for the first time after being all cut up. (Yet he’s somehow still beautiful!!) And he takes an immediate liking to her because she’s totally bad ass and doesn’t care about his scars? The rest is your imagination, I guess.

Don’t be so stupid–Could you do a rough kinky Jerome smut

Perfectly plump–Hi can you write something where Jerome reacts to someone making a rude comment about the readers weight? Thanks XxX

Lost and found–Could you do a Jerome imagine where he finds the reader after coming back to life

Monkey see monkey do–Jerome with a little kid who likes to mimick him and wants to be just like him? Murdering and all? It can be whenever in the time line

I’m the boss–I was thinking of a jerome x reader. Like maybe you’re part of the Maniax with him and you get in an argument with him during a job that gets a little rough. Maybe he pushes you against a wall or something? Maybe an “i’ll deal with you later” and so on and so forth.

Eye catching–I need me some Jerome circus imagine in my life!!! Maybe you could do one were the reader is into 80’s/90’s fashion and rocks it?. She’s blonde and loves clowns and freaky shit so when they bump into each other in Gotham’s carnival they’re both instantly stunned!? They could be super flirtatious and both as bad as one another. (P.S if you make the reader British I’ll love you for life

Has anyone seen my Harley?!–Could I get a Jerome fic? Him and Harley were already an established relationship and she was there with him the night he died, after he kills Dwight he goes to find her!! I need total worship of his face please :)) You can have whatever you want to happen just as long as they reunite.

Sweetie pie–Okay so Jerome always seems to have a sort of narcissistic additude right? What if there was a girl he’d known his whole life who he had on a pedestal? Like do no wrong, maybe even wanting the cult to worship her instead.

You wish!–Hi can you do an image of Jerome X Reader where everyone knows that the reader belongs to Jerome even after death so when Dwight tried to become Jerome he takes the reader and she keeps fighting him and saying things like he will never be Jerome so Dwight hits her on live t.v. causing Jerome to become furious and he saves the reader in the end.

King and Queen–Reader met him when he was in circus and both are crazy (XD) in love with each other. And have plans to be King and Queen of Gotham city. When Jerome is in Arkham he misses her so much. One day he find Queen of hearts card under his plate..and then Queen’s and hers entourage most epic and badass arrival in history.
I have end in my mind, but don’t want to tie you with to many details. So you have free hand, I guess. Just some mad fluff.

Sweet little monster–Jerome with a little kid who likes to mimick him and wants to be just like him? Murdering and all? It can be whenever in the time line

Have you learned nothing?!–Can you do an imagine where The reader is Jeromes ex and he finds them after they went on a date with another man and it turns into jealous smut?

Good Cop Bad Cop–Maybe Jerome could have a thing for, or be in love with, Jim Gordon’s fiancé or girlfriend before he died?And she finds reawakened Jerome instead of Lee?

Triangles–Can you do a imagine or headcanon where everyone likes the reader, as in they’re all cool with her & got her back, so when they find out she’s in a polyamorous relationship with Edward & Jerome (let’s pretend that Penguin isn’t head over heels for Ed ) they getting really upset cus shes basically everyone’s little sister & its just a bunch of funny dramatic fluff mess 😂😂😂 Also your work is awesome❤❤

Lookie here!–Hi I was wondering if you could do a Jerome imagine where he meets the reader at Arkham is always trying to her attention

Innocence is Pure–Do you think you could please make a fluffy imagine where the reader is not into the whole, “murder yay” thing (I guess you can say she’s a bit innocent), so Jerome is a bit sensitive/careful around her? Idk, something different than when the reader is a bad girl.

Now that’s interesting–I love your blog and you’re writing can I request a Jerome Smut where he’s just been bought back to life and he comes to find and sees your dating some one else and gets jealous . So he shows you who you belong to

Nice Effects!–Can I request an imagine where Jerome is back from the dead and on the hunt for his face when he meets reader and she points him to Dwight and when Jerome finally gets his face and puts it back on they can kiss and have some naughty times lol?

The best people are–reader being a normal teen girl and then being crazy and then being a maniac and then being jerome’s girlfriend or something, i can’t be more clear XD

Small but violent–could I maybe get a fic where Jerome is just wandering the streets to just cause chaos, and sees the reader and decides to mess with her. but he seriously underestimates what they’re capable of and he likes her dark side. I hope that makes sense and I gotta say I love your work. Makes my day.

Chicken noodle soup–Can you do a request with Jerome where he comes home “after work” to a sick gf and they just have a cuddly moment wrapped up in the covers and just fluff

Red as blood–Jerome request His not-so-sane plans for valentine’s day? Humorous yet smutty, maybe x

Familiar– Can I request an imagine where the reader and Jerome both come back from the dead and don’t remember each other. But then Jerome remembers the reader after a near death experience

Armed and ready–Could you do a Jerome smut where he is in a relationship with s crazy evil girl y/n and he basically gets arrested and then y/n bursts into the prison covered in weapons and saves him then they have rough sex with a lot of biting from Jerome

Entertainment–can you please make an imagine where the reader is like the hottest stripper at the club and jerome notice how good she looks and can’t stop looking at her so he take her to his place and they well you know. Thank you!!

Roof tops and dark ally ways–Can I have an imagine where Jerome stalks

Who even likes sticks?–Can I have an imagine where I’m curvy and Jerome has a crush

Fresh Start - Part 11

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Featuring: Joe West, Caitlin Snow, Cisco Ramon

Words: 2501

Warnings: none I think

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Note: hello! I know there is no way to say how sorry I am and there’s no way to make it right for all this time. I really am sorry. As some of you may know Im at college and I’ve been doing exams the past month and I’ve been completely disconnected from Tumblr since it was a big distraction I can’t afford. Somehow  I’ve managed to finis this chapter which I hope you like if you’re still interedted n the series! My last exam is tomorrow so I’ll have some time off until Friday but Iwill be off during the weekened again because on Saturday is my graduation but I think next week I will be here again so thank you so much for your patience and I’m sorry for all this time without any update!

Originally posted by chubbycubbins


That night you weren’t able to sleep. That sound The Flash has made really got stuck in your head. It sounded like Barry but that was impossible. Barry Allen couldn’t be the scarlet superhero, it just didn’t make sense. Plus, he would have told you right? You were his girlfriend after all and being a superhero was kind of a big deal. He wouldn’t keep something like that from you.

But what if he did?

At 4 a.m. you just couldn’t stay in bed any longer so you got up, made some coffee and sat at the table with your laptop to start digging now about Barry. You felt bad doing this. Asking him would be easier but you knew he would never tell you anything. He would just tell you to stop searching and that wasn’t an option.

Looking into Barry turned out to be even more frustrating than looking into The Flash. He was just a guy working for the CCPD, there was nothing about him except some news about some police cases in which he collaborated. Nothing else. When the sun was already up in the sky you were just exhausted but it was then when you found something you didn’t expect to find: Barry Allen was struck by a lightning the night the particle accelerator exploded.

When you read that, you changed your searching pattern and searched information about that night and about the boy who was struck by lightning. Indeed, that had been Barry and he had been in a coma for months. Apparently, when the accelerator exploded he was working in his lab. After a time of being treated at the hospital, STAR Labs took him in to take care of him and it was there where he woke up six months later. According to all the sources, he felt fine when he woke up, like nothing ever happened and he just went back to his life.

That was weird. He got struck by a fucking lightning and no side effects? Nothing? You could have kept on digging but you knew there was only one person that could answer your new questions and he wasn’t going to be happy about them. You got up from the chair, feeling sore after all those hours sitting down, and took a shower, got dressed and headed towards Barry’s house, ready to question him once and for all. He knew something about The Flash, you knew it, you felt it, and he was going to tell you what he knew.

Fifteen minutes later you parked in front of Barry’s house. After taking a deep breath, you got off the car, locked it and headed towards the door. You had to admit you were a bit nervous when you knocked. Barry wasn’t going to like it when he knew you had been investigating him but you really needed to get to the bottom of this. You just couldn’t let it go now.

“(Y/N)! What a nice surprise” Joe said with a warm smile when he opened the door.

“Morning, Mr West” you smiled back.

“Oh please, call me Joe and come in. We were just having breakfast so you can join us” he said stepping aside so you could walk in.

“Thanks Joe” you smiled walking in and looking around. You loved this place. It looked so familiar, so cosy, so…home.

“How’s everything at college?” He asked leading you towards the dining room where Barry was. “Look who showed up for breakfast” he announced.

Barry looked up from his phone and immediately he smiled before getting up. It looked like he just got up since his hair was all messy and he was wearing his pj’s. He was adorable.

“What are you doing here?”  He smiled wrapping his arms around you.

“I came to…” for a moment you considered just telling him but you didn’t want to cause a scene in front of Joe so you just looked at Barry and pecked his lips. “I wanted to have breakfast with you” you shrugged.

“Then join us” he smiled pecking your lips again. “I can assure you Joe’s pancakes are the best in town” he winked while you took a seat.

“He’s lying” Joe said. “They’re the best in the country” he added making you laugh.

“They do smell like they are” you laughed. “Where’s Iris?” You asked curious.

“She had to go to the paper this morning” Joe shrugged. “News never rest apparently”

he joked making you smile. It had been such a long time since you had a breakfast like this one. Back in Star City everything was too messy and busy to have such things like family breakfast. And you really missed them. You could remember those times at the old Queen mansion, before your dad and Oliver went missing, when the five of you used to sit all together to have breakfast almost every day. You used to think it was a bit boring and dull but now you would give everything you had just to enjoy one more breakfast with your family.

When you were finished, you insisted on cleaning up the table, ignoring Joe’s and Barry’s protests. It was the least you could do. Once it was done, Joe excused himself saying he had to go to the grocery store so you two sat on the couch.

“Those pancakes really were good” you admitted.

“I know” he smiled at you. “It was really nice having you here” he added stroking one side of your face.

You smiled warmly at him before leaning in to kiss him slowly, just enjoying the taste of his lips for a while, the feeling of his hand on your waist, rubbing it up and down, pulling you closer.

“Actually…” you mumbled pulling away. You had to do what you had come to do. “I wanted to talk to you” you said. He frowned a bit at the sudden seriousness and sat up straight.

“About what?” He asked.

Biting your lip you took your bag and took the new about him you had printed before going out of your apartment. It was the best one you had found about the lightning struck. He took the paper and unfold it to read it. His frown was even bigger as he saw what it was about. Seconds later, he looked up.

“You’ve been looking into me?” He asked.

“I…” you didn’t even know how to explain. Accusing him of being The Flash was just crazy but there was something in your stomach telling you they were connected. “Last night The Flash paid me a visit” you told him. His expression didn’t even change, like he already knew. “Did you have something to do with it?”

“I may have contacted him, yes” he shrugged. “Why look into me?”

“Because…” you bite your lip. “I think you two are connected and then I found this, which you never told me about, and…” with a sigh you closed your eyes. “Okay, I know this is crazy. But are you connected to him? Somehow?”

“The only reason I never told you about this is because it never came up and it’s not something I use to talk about” he shrugged. “But why on earth would I be connected to The Flash?”

“You contacted him last night” you said.

“The police has a way of contact him” he quickly replied. Too quickly.

“That’s bullshit” you snapped and you made him snap too.

“Stop! Stop looking into this! There is no connection! There is nothing connecting me and that guy and the only thing you are going to get is killed, don’t you understand?” He said getting up. You could see how frustrated he was with this. “He’s just a fucking superhero doing his job! Leave him be!”

“You know I won’t” you said getting up as well.

He looked down at you, almost intimidating you by how tall he actually was, but you managed to remain calmed.

“We can have this fight all the times you want, Barry, but I won’t stop until I find the truth. And I will find it” you assured him before taking your bag, the paper from his hand and heading towards the door. “Call me when you accept it” you said before walking out of his house.

Once you left the house, all Barry wanted to do was break something. He was too angry, too frustrated and too worried. He didn’t know what to do anymore. Maybe telling you was the best option but he just didn’t want you involved in that mess. You had a good life and he didn’t want to ruin it.

Since he was going crazy into the house, he got changed real quickly and ran off to STAR Labs, hoping they would be able to help him.

“You have to tell her” Cisco said as soon as Barry exposed the issue.

“I knew you were going to say that” Barry laughed shaking his head.

“It’s the most logical answer” Caitlin shrugged. “What has happened to your previous relationships?” She asked raising an eyebrow.

“That’s low” Barry mumbled crossing his arms.

“That’s the true” Caitlin said with a shrug.

“I’m aware that telling her would make this easier but it would also put her in danger” Barry explained.

“She’s more in danger looking into The Flash without any warning” Cisco objected.

“She’s been warned a million times already!” Barry exclaimed.

“But she doesn’t know why she’s been warned. For her, your ‘warnings’ are an overprotective boyfriend move to ‘keep her safe’”, Caitlin said. “There’s no real danger for her” she added.

Barry frowned looking at the friends. They were right. Utterly right but still, he didn’t want to tell you. It was too dangerous.

“What if a new villain comes, finds out about her and attacks her?” Barry asked.

“If she knew you were The Flash, she would be able to call for help” Cisco replied. Right again. With a sigh, Barry shook his head still not knowing what to do even when he knew what was the right thing to do. “Enough of this. Barry, the police needs you” Cisco said looking at his phone. “Robbery in progress” he added. In a second, Barry was into his suit and running out of the laboratory.

Meanwhile, you were back in your apartment. You knew you should be doing some college stuff but you were really getting obsessed with The Flash. You weren’t going to stop until you found out everything about him. He had some explanation left about Black Siren and you were to get it, even if you had to do it all by yourself. You were going through every single web site that talked about The Flash. It didn’t matter if it was just a sentence mentioning him. Everything could be a lead and you needed everything you could find.

“Where do you come from?” You asked yourself. He just appeared out of nowhere but he had to come out from some place. If you found that place, you could go there and wait for him. He would have no way out.

Frustrated, you got up and went to the kitchen to pour yourself another cup of coffee. There had to be some hint, anything trail that lead you to him. He wasn’t a ghost. He was a real person.

“A trail…” you mumbled frowning. “Of course!

”You went back to your laptop and looked for Iris’ blog about him. She used to say there was a lightning trail when he ran somewhere, like it followed him. That was the key. It had to be. Finally you saw some photos and smiled. You couldn’t see him but there was that strike just behind him. If you could find out where that strike started you would find him.

It wasn’t an easy job. You had to find every single photo related to The Flash and put it all together, trying to make a puzzle. Most of them just got lost in random places that made no sense, like Jitters or CCPD. But then, you discovered a new place. One you never thought about and you definitely should have done it. STAR Labs.

It was an article about Harrison Wells. He used to work at STAR Labs. He had been the inventor of the particle accelerator. He worked in STAR Labs. He had treated Barry and he had been interviewed about The Flash a couple of years ago. According to the article, Wells denied any connection to the super hero but admitted he must had been affected by the particles explosion. That was it.

The Flash was connected to STAR Labs. Whoever worked there had the answer you had been looking for.

Immediately, you took your car keys and ran down to your car. There was no time to lose. Luckily, STAR Labs were easy to find: it was a huge ugly building on the other side of the river. Easy to see. When you parked outside of the building and got out of the car you looked around. There was just a car. Nothing else. According to what you read, the Labs had been closed since the accelerator incident so you didn’t expect many people in there.

Finally, you gathered the courage to walk into the building. It looked completely abandoned, like no one had been there in years which was possibly true, but your instinct told you to keep walking. At the end of the hall, you saw an elevator. Would it work? Biting your lip, you pressed the button and soon the doors opened. It looked almost new and it definitely had been used before. There was just a button that would take you to the basement so you pushed it without thinking about it twice.

What you found out of the elevator didn’t look abandoned at all. Someone worked there and you could even hear some voices down the hall which made you nervous. Maybe you were about to meet The Flash.

“Wow, you really were fast this time” a male voice said when you walked in a room where two people were in front of very advanced computers. The guy that had talked turned around in his chair, but his face went pale when he saw you. “Security breach” he said, making the girl on the chair turn as well.

“Oh shit” she said.

Then, there was a strong gust of wind all around you. The guy and the girl didn’t even flinch, like they were used to that but when you saw the scarlet strike running by your side you gasped and looked up. You had it right. But you never expected what you saw.

“Barry?” You whispered when you saw the guy under the hood.

It wasn’t until you said his name that he noticed your presence and, when he did, a billion expressions went through his face in one second: confusion, shock, surprise, anger and finally fear.

“(Y/N)” he mumbled. 

anonymous asked:

Hello loves! I was wondering if you could do one including 69,72,78 and 83 with the ever so charming Kol Mikaelson. :) Thank you!!

Kol Mikaelson - “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

“Kol?” You swallowed and squeezed your eyes while you stared at the man in front of you. You recognized his eyes and the smirk on his lips, but his face and clothes were covered in blood. “Are you okay?” You had to admit that you were a slight bit scared, especially because that grin only brightened after your question.

“I’m excellent, Darling! I was just trying out my outfit for Halloween. Don’t you like it?” He twirled around. “No? Damn it, and here I thought that everything looked good on me, even loads of fake blood.”

Enough with the sass, Kol.” You crossed your arms over your chest and made sure there was enough distance between you and him. “Not only is it only June and way too early to pick out Halloween-outfits, even for you. I also do see the difference between fake and real blood.” You pointed at his shirt and face. “And that, Kol, is not fake blood.”

Kol took a deep breath and the smile was finally fading. “I don’t want you to be scared of me, okay? But…” He hesitated for a moment and with his hands up he walked towards you. “There is quite a lot I haven’t told you about me and maybe…” He swallowed. “Maybe we need to talk.”

“Okay, but…” You licked your lips and shifted your weight from one leg to the other. “Maybe you should take a shower first?” You felt a shiver rolling down your spine and your heart hammered in your chest.

“Well, of course.” Kol smiled again and he shrugged his shoulders. “I could pick you up at seven for dinner? I mean, why wouldn’t we turn this entirely serious conversation into a nice dinner date where you and I simply get to know each other a little better?” He hid his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

“I don’t know if…” You stopped in the middle of your sentence. “Maybe we should…” You hesitated for a moment and took a deep breath. “We could also…” You paused and avoided his glance, his enchanting brown eyes, his charming smile.

Don’t argue, just do it.” Kol placed his hands on your shoulders and you didn’t dare to look if they were as bloodied as the rest of his body. “I promise that you won’t regret it and I promise that I’m still, and will always be, the same Kol. Just with this one side that causes me to be covered in blood sometimes, but I promise it’s nothing bad.”

You wanted to believe him. You really wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe him, because if you wouldn’t believe him, it meant that whatever there had been between you and Kol would be over. “Fine, you can pick me up at seven.”

“Perfect!” Kol smiled and he stepped back, cocking his head slightly while he let his eyes wander over you. “But you can sound a little happier while accepting my irresistible offer to share another wonderful night with me.” He pouted when the expression on your face didn’t change, when you didn’t show any sign of excitement. “Come on, Darling. Just smile! I really need to see you smile right now. Please?” Kol almost begged and eventually you curled your lips up into a slight smile. “Perfect! I will see you tonight.” He pecked your cheek and before you could say anything else or change you mind, he was already gone.

Every Me And Every You - Six

Pacing your apartment you could feel your heart racing. You were nervous. Very nervous.

Spencer was due to arrive in three minutes exactly, and he was always on time.

He’d texted you earlier telling you to wear the same dress you’d worn to Penelope’s birthday two months ago, a purple skater style dress that stopped a few inches above your knees. He asked for a black lace bra and black french knickers. Black heels were required and your hair was to be worn loose.

When you’d messaged back saying you didn’t own any french knickers, you’d gotten a reply stating that stores were open until 6pm and that he was expecting you to be in them. He was starting already.

You weren’t going to lie, it turned you on.


7PM, bang on the dot.

You opened the door, seeing that your hand was shaking slightly. Calm down Y/N, it’s just Spencer. You’ve been out with him before, tons of times. Admittedly you’d only seen him by himself a few times and never in this situation but still. It was just Spencer.

Pulling the door open you greeted him with a smile.

“Hi!” You hoped your voice wouldn’t convey your nerves.

“Hello Y/N. Can I come in for a second?”

You opened your door for him and stepped back, allowing him in.

“Remember Y/N, red and yellow. Okay?”

You nodded and he smiled.

“Now lift your dress and spin around slowly for me please. I want to check if you’ve followed my instructions.”

Okay, this wasn’t too bad. You pulled on the hem of your skirt and raised it, turning on the spot and showing him the french style underwear you’d rushed out and spent thirty dollars on.

“Good girl. I’m glad to see you made the effort. I’ll trust that the bra is the same?”

It was. You nodded to confirm.

“Excellent. I look forward to seeing that later. Shall we go?”

Picking up your bag, along with the overnight bag he’d instructed you to pack, you followed him out of the door and into his car.

You always forgot that Spencer actually drove, it was rare that you saw him in his car. For some reason he preferred to use public transport to get to and from work, or at least he had until you joined the BAU. Maybe it was because his brain always seemed to be working overtime and concentrating on driving took him away from thinking of other things. The first time you’d seen his car, you’d laughed. He had a Beetle. At 6ft 1, watching him fold himself into a tiny Beetle had tickled you, but then he’d started to ramble on about the workmanship of Volkswagons… You’d stopped listening.

He placed your overnight bag into the trunk and held the passenger side door open for you like a true gentleman.

The drive to the restaurant was quiet, you sitting nervously with your hands folded in your lap. This felt like an awkward first date. But it wasn’t. It was far from it.

Spencer kept looking over at you, sensing the tension.

“Y/N, you’re over thinking things again. This isn’t a date. We’re two friends, out for dinner. Just, talk to me like you normally would. Don’t make this awkward. It really shouldn’t be.”

Okay. Friends. You could do this.

Dinner had been interesting. It was just like the other times you’d been out with him, except you weren’t with the other members of the team.

For the most part at least. They’re had been times when it very much wasn’t like being out with Dr Spencer Reid at all.

When the waiter had come over to take your drinks order, you’d gone to open your mouth to order a glass of wine and Spencer had cut you off.

“She’ll have sparkling water, thank you.”

Will she? Apparently she would.

He’d ordered a bottle of water for the table, watching for your reaction. You didn’t comment and went back to talking to him about a new book you’d been reading. When the waiter had returned with the bottle, Spencer had taken it out of his hands, pouring it for you. You sipped it slowly, looking at him carefully from under lowered eyelids.

When the waiter came back to collect the food menu’s and to take your order, Spencer had cut you off again.

“My companion will have the lamb, as will I. Followed by the Lemon Torte. No starters, thank you.”

“Very good sir.” He collected the menu’s from you both and disappeared to put your orders in.

“Was there any point in even letting me read the menu? Is this how it will be? You making my food and drink choices for me?” you’d asked dryly.

“That’s how some of it will be, yes. Do you have a problem with that?” His voice was different. Not friendly and soft, with a slight tinge of awkwardness like it normally was. It was more like it was when he was interrogating an unsub. Not quite cold, but almost. And there was a hint of amusement to it, like he was mocking you.

“No problem. I just wanted to check.”

He steered the conversation back to literature and resumed his normal banter. The switch in his demeanor was astounding to you. And very intriguing.

When your dinner was served, you sat back, not touching it initially.

“Are you not hungry?” he asked, pausing his knife and fork.

“I just wasn’t sure whether you were going to cut my meat for me or not.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

The look he gave you could have frozen hell. “Don’t be ridiculous Y/N. You’re not a fucking invalid. And I don’t particularly like your tone of voice. Check your attitude please, or I’ll take this as sign of disobedience.”

The fuck…..

Dare you ask?

Screw it.

“What happens if I disobey you?” you whispered.

“What happens if you disobey me, Y/N? I’ll take you over my knee when we get home, that’s what will happen.”

“And?” you breathed out, eyes focusing on his lips as he spoke.

“And I’ll be forced to reprimand you with my hand.”

“You mean you’ll spank me?”

“Yes. Five times. On your backside.”

Oh god. Heat was pooling between your legs and you shifted uncomfortably on the chair.

“And there’s that tell tale flush again Y/N. Does the thought of me doing that to you make you wet?” He ran his tongue across his bottom lip slowly.

You didn’t speak, you couldn’t.

“Not answering a question I ask will go down as a mark of disobedience. Answer the question please. Does the thought of me taking you over my knee, pulling your dress up and turning your backside red, make you wet?”

You looked around, sure that other people could hear the conversation you were having. No one had even batted an eyelid.

“Y/N? I’m waiting for an answer. It almost seems like you want me to do it.”

Oh christ… You did. But you didn’t. Yet, you did.

He took a sip of his water, his eyes never leaving your face.

“I think you’ve had long enough to answer Y/N. Not that I need your answer, flushing of the skin, your pupils dilating and your breathing is shallower.”

You’ve had too long? Fuck. Shit.

“Yes! Yes it does… Okay,” you blurted out.

“I know. Like I said, your body language is giving it away. I thank you for confirming it though. And for that, I’ll deduct two strikes. Now eat. Your food is getting cold.”

What had just happened? Had you somehow earnt yourself a spanking later? Crap.

“Eat, Y/N. Seriously, it’s getting cold.” Warmth was back in his voice again.

This was getting confusing.

You tucked into your food, the lamb almost falling apart in your mouth it was so tender, normal conversation resuming between bites.

When you’d finished, you downed your cutlery feeling the familiar sensation in your tummy. You needed to pee.

“Spencer. Don’t laugh. But, do I have to get your permission to go to the bathroom?”

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“No you don’t. And I won’t laugh at you. Not cruelly at least. If you need to ask something please, don’t be scared to ask me. I’m not going to judge you at all. I want you to be comfortable here. So please, go to the bathroom. I’m not into stopping people doing that.”

“Good, I’ll be right back okay.”

“Y/N. Whilst you’re in there, remove your underwear.” Said soo casually you weren’t sure if you’d misheard.


“You heard. And drop them into my lap when you return. I’d like to feel how wet you’ve been this evening.”

You’d never wanted to fuck someone so much, than you did at that moment then. You pushed your chair back and hurried off to the bathroom.

As you pulled your underwear down in the cubicle, you could see how turned on you were. That silky fluid that signified that you were excited, coating the fabric of your panties. You finished your business and slid the panties off your legs, balling them up tightly and pushing them into your bag.

You washed your hands and strode back to the table, trying to be confident but sure that everyone could tell you were no longer wearing underwear. They couldn’t, of course they couldn’t. But it didn’t stop your paranoia. Which at the same time, made you even more excited.

Ugh. Please don’t leave a wet patch. The material of this dress was thin.

You stood next to Spencer before sitting down, him looking at you expectantly.

Trying to be inconspicuous, you tugged the black fabric out of your bag and dropped them into his waiting hands.

“Good girl.” He smirked at you.

You turned to move back to your seat but felt him tug on your wrist lightly.

“Y/N. You okay?” His normal, warm tone. Concerned. The Spencer you were used too.

“I’m fine. Thank you for checking though. But honestly, I’ll tell you.”

“Okay. Good. Now sit back down and be careful how you sit. The fabric of that dress will stain easily… ”

He didn’t need to say with what. You knew what his implication was.

Dessert was served shortly afterwards, the Lemon Torte to die for.

When you’d both finished Spencer paid the bill and helped you into your coat, taking your hand and leading you outside and back into his car.

“Spencer? Are you really going to strike me when we get back to your apartment?”

You just wanted to make sure.

“Unless you call a safe word then yes.”


“Y/N. Honest question. Is this weird for you?”

You thought about his question carefully, wondering why he was asking.

“Honestly? Yes. Because it’s new to me and because I never expected this from you.”

“Because I’m so awkward right?” he asked.

“Pretty much. But seeing you like this, I don’t understand the awkwardness. You’re confident like this and it’s sexy. It’s like the tables have been flipped. I’m the one who’s feeling awkward and out of their comfort zone, not that I’m complaining here. Far from it. Is it weird for you?”

“A little bit, yes. But because it’s you. My friend and coworker. I think we were probably as surprised as each other about this aspect of our personalities.”

“You can say that again,“ you commented.

He chuckled and glanced in his rear view mirror, adjusting it slightly.

“Y/N, you know. If you push your seat back, hike your skirt up and spread your legs, I’ll have a perfect view of your pussy.”

Fuuck. His voice when he talked like that. 
“Is that an order Dr Reid?”

“It definitely is.” He grinned at you.

You reached under the seat and pulled on the lever, your seat sliding backwards.

Spreading your legs, you hitched your dress up.

“Do you want me to… Erm…. ”

“Not tonight Y/N. But that will definitely be something I’ll have you do for me. Just sit back and relax until we get back to mine. And let me look at that beautiful slit of yours.”

Fuck. Fuckity fuck.

You couldn’t wait to get back to his.

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