why is she the best please tell me

somebody else // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Requested: no, collab with @minhosmeanhoe

Warning: no, mature language & themes throughout

Inspired by this song

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With a red solo cup in hand, he took a seat on Lydia’s couch. It had become his signature spot every time she threw a party. He’d usually sit there and watch the people around him until he’d have too much to drink or he couldn’t stand to hear one more techno pop remix. Taking a sip of a mystery liquid that burned his throat, he shot Malia a small smile as he caught her eye on the dance floor. She returned the gesture and kept dancing with the other girl around her.

“Why do you always sit on this stupid couch when I go out of my way to throw a killer party?” Lydia pouted, taking a seat next to Stiles. A smile spread across his lips as he rested his arm across the back of the couch. 

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Hopeless Romantic - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 5513

Warnings: Extreme loads of Fluff

Notes: This took…longer than I expect (I also got distracted playing Persona and staring at Stuart while writing it). Its just…extremely cute really and something I can totally see Dylan doing because he’s a fucking sweetie and I love him.

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‘Just can’t stay away’

Request: Elena warns you to stay away from Damon, whose in love with you and you with him, but one night you can’t resist him any longer

Pairing: Damon x reader

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (sexual content, fingering, sex)

You​ ​sigh​ ​and​ ​roll​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​at​ ​your​ ​friend,​ ​Elena,​ ​as​ ​she​ ​folds​ ​her​ ​arms​ ​and​ ​walks​ ​to​ ​stand​ ​in front​ ​of​ ​you,​ ​giving​ ​you​ ​a​ ​hard​ ​stare.  

‘He’s​ ​bad​ ​news​ ​Y/N’​ ​she​ ​tells​ ​you​ ​‘stay​ ​away​ ​from​ ​him.’  

‘I’m​ ​trying’​ ​you​ ​shoot​ ​back,​ ​knowing​ ​she​ ​means​ ​well​ ​but​ ​frustrated​ ​with​ ​her​ ​at​ ​the​ ​same​ ​time. You​ ​couldn’t​ ​take​ ​another​ ​lecture​ ​from​ ​her​ ​just​ ​now.​ ​Since​ ​your​ ​run​ ​in​ ​with​ ​Damon​ ​earlier,​ ​you just​ ​needed​ ​to​ ​see​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​be​ ​with​ ​him.  

‘What​ ​exactly​ ​did​ ​he​ ​say​ ​to​ ​you?’​ ​she​ ​asks,​ ​sighing​ ​too.  

‘He…’​ ​you​ ​begin,​ ​feeling​ ​a​ ​ball​ ​of​ ​happiness​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​you​ ​at​ ​the​ ​thought​ ​‘he​ ​told​ ​me​ ​he wanted​ ​to​ ​speak​ ​to​ ​me.​ ​He​ ​said​ ​that​ ​I​ ​made​ ​him​ ​better,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​wanted​ ​me​ ​to​ ​be​ ​his.​ ​He​ ​told me​ ​he’s​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​me!’​ ​You​ ​can’t​ ​help​ ​but​ ​grin​ ​as​ ​you​ ​relay​ ​his​ ​words.​ ​Elena​ ​does​ ​anything but;​ ​her​ ​face​ ​is​ ​set​ ​in​ ​a​ ​straight​ ​line.​ ​‘I​ ​want​ ​to​ ​be​ ​with​ ​him​ ​Elena.​ ​I​ ​love​ ​him’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her.  

‘I​ ​know​ ​you​ ​do…but​ ​Y/N​ ​I’m​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​help​ ​you.​ ​Damon​ ​Salvatore​ ​is​ ​not​ ​a​ ​good​ ​guy.​ ​He’s selfish​ ​and​ ​reckless,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​hurts​ ​the​ ​people​ ​he​ ​loves.​ ​I​ ​mean,​ ​think​ ​about​ ​it.​ ​He​ ​turned​ ​Ric’s wife.​ ​He’s​ ​killed​ ​his​ ​way​ ​through​ ​hundreds​ ​of​ ​people.​ ​He’s​ ​killed​ ​Jeremy!​ ​What​ ​do​ ​you​ ​think he’ll​ ​do​ ​to​ ​you,​ ​if​ ​you​ ​let​ ​him​ ​get​ ​close​ ​to​ ​you?​ ​You’re​ ​just​ ​a​ ​human,​ ​you’ve​ ​got​ ​no​ ​means​ ​of protection.’  

‘He​ ​wouldn’t​ ​do​ ​that!’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her​ ​‘he​ ​said​ ​I​ ​bring​ ​out​ ​the​ ​good​ ​in​ ​him.​ ​He​ ​wouldn’t​ ​hurt​ ​me,​ ​I know​ ​it.’  

‘You​ ​can’t​ ​be​ ​sure​ ​of​ ​that.​ ​No​ ​one​ ​can​ ​ever​ ​be​ ​sure​ ​of​ ​the​ ​things​ ​Damon​ ​does,​ ​or​ ​why​ ​he does​ ​them.​ ​Please,​ ​save​ ​yourself​ ​the​ ​pain​ ​and​ ​the​ ​heartache​ ​and​ ​possible​ ​death,​ ​and​ ​listen to​ ​me.​ ​Stay​ ​away.’  

‘I​ ​need​ ​to​ ​think’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​her,​ ​as​ ​a​ ​signal​ ​for​ ​her​ ​to​ ​leave.​ ​She​ ​shakes​ ​her​ ​head​ ​at​ ​you​ ​‘I​ ​hope you​ ​chose​ ​wisely’​ ​she​ ​says​ ​as​ ​she​ ​leaves​ ​the​ ​room.​ ​You​ ​lay​ ​your​ ​head​ ​in​ ​your​ ​hands,​ ​your mind​ ​spinning.​ ​You’re​ ​in​ ​love​ ​with​ ​Damon,​ ​but​ ​Elena​ ​is​ ​one​ ​of​ ​your​ ​best​ ​friends,​ ​and​ ​she’s dating​ ​his​ ​brother,​ ​Stefan,​ ​who​ ​knows​ ​him​ ​better​ ​than​ ​anybody.​ ​You​ ​just​ ​don’t​ ​know​ ​what​ ​to do;​ ​whatever​ ​you​ ​decide,​ ​someone’s​ ​going​ ​to​ ​get​ ​hurt.​ ​It’s​ ​not​ ​the​ ​first​ ​time​ ​you’ve​ ​had​ ​this conversation​ ​with​ ​Elena,​ ​and​ ​so​ ​far​ ​you’ve​ ​tried​ ​your​ ​best​ ​to​ ​keep​ ​your​ ​distance.​ ​But​ ​now you’ve​ ​heard​ ​him​ ​say​ ​those​ ​words​ ​out​ ​loud,​ ​it’s​ ​made​ ​it​ ​so​ ​much​ ​harder.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him,​ ​and now​ ​you​ ​know​ ​for​ ​sure​ ​he​ ​wants​ ​you​ ​too.  

Your​ ​head​ ​still​ ​spinning​ ​with​ ​your​ ​thoughts,​ ​you​ ​lay​ ​back​ ​on​ ​your​ ​bed​ ​and​ ​close​ ​your​ ​eyes, deciding​ ​to​ ​sleep​ ​on​ ​it​ ​for​ ​a​ ​while.  

Hours​ ​later,​ ​you’re​ ​still​ ​not​ ​asleep.​ ​You’ve​ ​given​ ​up​ ​by​ ​this​ ​point.​ ​It’s​ ​getting​ ​really​ ​late,​ ​and there’s​ ​only​ ​one​ ​person​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​see.​ ​Damon.​ ​You​ ​can’t​ ​resist​ ​him​ ​any​ ​longer.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​to feel​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​and​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​on​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him​ ​to​ ​take​ ​you​ ​and​ ​make​ ​you​ ​his.​ ​You​ ​want​ ​him. You​ ​can​ ​feel​ ​a​ ​wetness​ ​growing​ ​between​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​just​ ​thinking​ ​about​ ​it,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​squeeze your​ ​thighs​ ​together​ ​agitatedly.

​​​Making​ ​up​ ​your​ ​mind,​ ​you​ ​rise​ ​from​ ​your​ ​bed​ ​and​ ​walk​ ​quietly along​ ​the​ ​corridor,​ ​until​ ​you​ ​reach​ ​Damon’s​ ​room.​ ​You​ ​knock​ ​quietly​ ​on​ ​the​ ​door,​ ​knocking again​ ​harder​ ​when​ ​there’s​ ​no​ ​reply.​ ​Again,​ ​he​ ​doesn’t​ ​respond.​ ​You​ ​strain​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​if​ ​there’s any​ ​movement​ ​coming​ ​from​ ​inside.​ ​Deciding​ ​there​ ​isn’t,​ ​you​ ​turn​ ​around​ ​to​ ​go​ ​and​ ​look​ ​for him​ ​elsewhere,​ ​only​ ​to​ ​run​ ​right​ ​into​ ​Damon​ ​himself.​ ​He’s​ ​obviously​ ​just​ ​come​ ​from​ ​the shower;​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​is​ ​wet​ ​and​ ​messy,​ ​as​ ​though​ ​he’s​ ​just​ ​been​ ​running​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​through​ ​it,​ ​and he’s​ ​wearing​ ​nothing​ ​but​ ​a​ ​towel​ ​covering​ ​him​ ​from​ ​the​ ​waist​ ​down.​ ​Just​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of​ ​him​ ​is enough​ ​to​ ​bring​ ​a​ ​rush​ ​of​ ​heat​ ​between​ ​your​ ​legs.​ ​You​ ​look​ ​up​ ​at​ ​him,​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​betraying your​ ​feelings.  

‘Y/N,​ ​are​ ​you​ ​okay?’​ ​he​ ​asks,​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​growing​ ​dark​ ​as​ ​he​ ​realises​ ​‘what​ ​is​ ​it?’ 

‘I​ ​need​ ​you.​ ​Now’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him,​ ​in​ ​a​ ​voice​ ​dripping​ ​with​ ​lust.  

Damon​ ​doesn’t​ ​waste​ ​a​ ​second​ ​after​ ​the​ ​words​ ​have​ ​left​ ​your​ ​mouth.​ ​He​ ​leans​ ​down​ ​to​ ​kiss you​ ​roughly,​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​on​ ​your​ ​cheeks,​ ​his​ ​tongue​ ​slipping​ ​into​ ​your​ ​mouth.​ ​You​ ​kiss​ ​him back​ ​just​ ​as​ ​hard,​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​pull​ ​him​ ​closer​ ​even​ ​though​ ​there’s​ ​no​ ​more​ ​room.​ ​He​ ​picks​ ​you up​ ​and​ ​walks​ ​into​ ​the​ ​bedroom,​ ​pushing​ ​you​ ​up​ ​against​ ​the​ ​wall​ ​and​ ​pinning​ ​your​ ​hands above​ ​your​ ​head.​ ​He​ ​kisses​ ​across​ ​your​ ​jawline​ ​and​ ​down​ ​your​ ​neck,​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​lingering​ ​on​ ​the sweet​ ​spot​ ​behind​ ​your​ ​ears.  

‘Damon’​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​softly.  

He​ ​moves​ ​his​ ​left​ ​hand​ ​down​ ​from​ ​your​ ​wrists,​ ​leaving​ ​them​ ​both​ ​pinned​ ​up​ ​by​ ​his​ ​right,​ ​and starts​ ​to​ ​ghost​ ​it​ ​over​ ​your​ ​bare​ ​skin.​ ​The​ ​lightness​ ​of​ ​his​ ​touch​ ​leaves​ ​goosebumps,​ ​and​ ​has you​ ​almost​ ​begging​ ​for​ ​more.​ ​You​ ​start​ ​to​ ​feel​ ​your​ ​panties​ ​grow​ ​wet,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​cast​ ​your​ ​eyes down​ ​over​ ​his​ ​bare,​ ​toned​ ​chest.  

‘What​ ​do​ ​you​ ​want​ ​me​ ​to​ ​do?’​ ​he​ ​asks​ ​you,​ ​his​ ​voice​ ​breathy.  

‘Anything.​ ​Please,​ ​I​ ​need​ ​you’​ ​you​ ​whimper.  

‘Use​ ​your​ ​words’​ ​he​ ​commands,​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​grazing​ ​your​ ​breasts,​ ​earning​ ​him​ ​another​ ​moan from​ ​you.  

‘Finger​ ​me’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​‘fuck​ ​me​ ​until​ ​I​ ​can’t​ ​walk.’  

‘Someone’s​ ​eager’​ ​he​ ​whispers​ ​‘as​ ​you​ ​wish.’  

He​ ​picks​ ​you​ ​up​ ​and​ ​throws​ ​you​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bed,​ ​quickly​ ​removing​ ​your​ ​t-shirt​ ​and​ ​bra​ ​and throwing​ ​them​ ​across​ ​the​ ​room.​ ​He​ ​takes​ ​your​ ​boobs​ ​in​ ​his​ ​hands,​ ​squeezing​ ​them​ ​as​ ​he kisses​ ​your​ ​mouth​ ​and​ ​down​ ​your​ ​jawline,​ ​sucking​ ​on​ ​your​ ​tender​ ​skin​ ​and​ ​leaving​ ​a​ ​trail​ ​of marks​ ​down​ ​your​ ​collarbones.​ ​He​ ​kisses​ ​down​ ​to​ ​your​ ​left​ ​boob​ ​and​ ​takes​ ​your​ ​nipple​ ​in​ ​his mouth,​ ​biting​ ​down​ ​on​ ​it.​ ​Sparks​ ​of​ ​pleasure​ ​race​ ​through​ ​you,​ ​as​ ​your​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​other​ ​nipple between​ ​your​ ​fingers.  

‘Fuck,​ ​Damon’​ ​you​ ​groan,​ ​your​ ​other​ ​hand​ ​knotted​ ​into​ ​his​ ​dark​ ​hair​ ​‘I​ ​need​ ​your​ ​fingers.’​ ​He moans​ ​softly​ ​at​ ​your​ ​words​ ​and​ ​your​ ​hands​ ​tugging​ ​his​ ​hair,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​vibrations​ ​on​ ​your​ ​skin only​ ​intensify​ ​your​ ​pleasure.  

Damon​ ​runs​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​down​ ​to​ ​your​ ​waist​ ​to​ ​pull​ ​your​ ​jeans​ ​down,​ ​kissing​ ​the​ ​material covering​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​before​ ​slipping​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​beneath​ ​it​ ​and​ ​running​ ​them​ ​over​ ​your​ ​folds.  

‘Fuck,​ ​you’re​ ​so​ ​wet’​ ​he​ ​groans.​ ​He​ ​uses​ ​his​ ​finger​ ​to​ ​collect​ ​your​ ​arousal,​ ​before​ ​putting them​ ​into​ ​his​ ​mouth​ ​to​ ​taste​ ​you​ ​‘​ ​and​ ​you​ ​taste​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​good.’  

‘Damon’​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​again,​ ​your​ ​hips​ ​bucking​ ​up​ ​in​ ​your​ ​eagerness​ ​and​ ​your​ ​need​ ​to​ ​feel some​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​friction.​ ​He​ ​smirks​ ​at​ ​you​ ​before​ ​removing​ ​your​ ​panties​ ​and​ ​slipping​ ​a​ ​finger inside​ ​of​ ​you.  

‘Fuck’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​as​ ​he​ ​starts​ ​to​ ​thrust​ ​it​ ​into​ ​you,​ ​the​ ​roughness​ ​of​ ​his​ ​finger​ ​exactly​ ​what​ ​you need.​ ​‘Fuck,​ ​harder,​ ​I​ ​need​ ​more.​ ​Damon!’  

He​ ​adds​ ​another​ ​finger​ ​and​ ​then​ ​another,​ ​curling​ ​them​ ​into​ ​your​ ​g-spot​ ​as​ ​you​ ​moan​ ​his name​ ​and​ ​a​ ​string​ ​of​ ​profanities.​ ​He​ ​attaches​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​back​ ​to​ ​yours​ ​and​ ​bites​ ​down​ ​on​ ​your bottom​ ​lip,​ ​moaning​ ​along​ ​with​ ​you.  

‘Keep​ ​saying​ ​my​ ​name​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​groans​ ​‘you’re​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​sexy.’​ ​He​ ​uses​ ​a​ ​thumb​ ​to​ ​rub furious​ ​circles​ ​on​ ​your​ ​clit,​ ​his​ ​other​ ​hand​ ​reaching​ ​up​ ​to​ ​squeeze​ ​your​ ​boob,​ ​only​ ​adding​ ​to your​ ​pleasure.  

‘Faster’​ ​you​ ​moan,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​speeds​ ​up,​ ​adding​ ​another​ ​finger,​ ​until​ ​he’s​ ​got​ ​four​ ​slamming​ ​into you.​ ​Pleasure​ ​overtakes​ ​your​ ​body,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​throw​ ​your​ ​head​ ​back​ ​wildly,​ ​your​ ​eyes​ ​rolling backwards​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sensation.  

​‘FUCK,​ ​DAMON’​ ​you​ ​scream.  

‘Yes,​ ​scream​ ​my​ ​name​ ​baby,​ ​just​ ​like​ ​that’​ ​he​ ​tells​ ​you,​ ​as​ ​you​ ​pull​ ​at​ ​his​ ​hair​ ​and​ ​buck​ ​your hips​ ​upwards​ ​into​ ​his​ ​fingers.  

‘Shit,​ ​I’m​ ​gonna​ ​cum’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him.​ ​You​ ​can​ ​feel​ ​the​ ​knot​ ​burning​ ​in​ ​the​ ​pit​ ​of​ ​your​ ​stomach, and​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​start​ ​to​ ​shake,​ ​unable​ ​to​ ​bear​ ​it​ ​any​ ​longer.  

‘Cum​ ​for​ ​me​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​says,​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​curling​ ​into​ ​your​ ​g-spot​ ​as​ ​he​ ​thrusts​ ​them​ ​in​ ​over​ ​and over,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​thumb​ ​from​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​to​ ​your​ ​folds.  

‘Shit,​ ​shit,​ ​shit’​ ​you​ ​curse​ ​as​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​yourself​ ​release​ ​over​ ​his​ ​fingers.​ ​He​ ​slowly​ ​removes them,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​thumb​ ​back​ ​up​ ​to​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​clit​ ​as​ ​you​ ​orgasm.​ ​He​ ​raises​ ​his​ ​fingers​ ​back up​ ​to​ ​his​ ​lips,​ ​tasting​ ​you​ ​again.  

‘Fuck​ ​Damon’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​‘oh,​ ​shit.’​ 

​You​ ​look​ ​up​ ​into​ ​his​ ​electric​ ​blue​ ​eyes​ ​‘this​ ​needs​ ​to​ ​go’ you​ ​tell​ ​him,​ ​tugging​ ​at​ ​the​ ​towel​ ​he’s​ ​still​ ​wearing.​ ​He​ ​pulls​ ​it​ ​down​ ​quickly,​ ​leaving​ ​his​ ​rock hard​ ​cock​ ​to​ ​spring​ ​up,​ ​slapping​ ​his​ ​stomach.​ ​You​ ​whimper​ ​again​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sight,​ ​and​ ​he​ ​crawls on​ ​top​ ​of​ ​you,​ ​lining​ ​himself​ ​up​ ​with​ ​your​ ​entrance​ ​before​ ​pushing​ ​inside.​ ​He​ ​gives​ ​you​ ​a moment​ ​to​ ​adjust​ ​to​ ​his​ ​size​ ​before​ ​starting​ ​to​ ​move,​ ​grinding​ ​his​ ​hips​ ​into​ ​your​ ​own.  

‘Y/N’​ ​he​ ​moans​ ​‘you’re​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​tight.’​ ​You​ ​groan​ ​in​ ​pleasure​ ​as​ ​he​ ​speeds​ ​up,​ ​your​ ​hand flying​ ​down​ ​to​ ​rub​ ​your​ ​own​ ​clit​ ​in​ ​rhythm​ ​with​ ​his​ ​thrusts,​ ​as​ ​you​ ​buck​ ​your​ ​hips​ ​upwards, trying​ ​to​ ​get​ ​as​ ​much​ ​friction​ ​as​ ​possible.  

‘Shit,​ ​oh​ ​fuck’​ ​he​ ​groans,​ ​his​ ​moans​ ​mixing​ ​with​ ​yours​ ​as​ ​he​ ​continues​ ​to​ ​thrust,​ ​going​ ​faster and​ ​faster,​ ​as​ ​he​ ​kisses​ ​you​ ​roughly.​ ​You​ ​wrap​ ​your​ ​legs​ ​around​ ​his​ ​waist,​ ​making​ ​you​ ​both moan.​ ​More​ ​moans​ ​and​ ​profanities​ ​fill​ ​the​ ​air​ ​as​ ​he​ ​continues​ ​to​ ​slam​ ​into​ ​you,​ ​his​ ​cock stretching​ ​you​ ​out,​ ​just​ ​enough​ ​so​ ​that​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​pain​ ​and​ ​pleasure​ ​at​ ​the​ ​same​ ​time.  

‘Keep​ ​going​ ​baby,​ ​that​ ​feels​ ​so​ ​fucking​ ​good’​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him.​ ​‘SHIT’​ ​you​ ​scream​ ​as​ ​he​ ​hits​ ​your g-spot​ ​‘right​ ​there,​ ​fuck​ ​baby.’​ ​He​ ​thrusts​ ​into​ ​it​ ​again​ ​and​ ​again​ ​as​ ​you​ ​scream​ ​his​ ​name.   

‘You​ ​feel​ ​so​ ​good​ ​baby’​ ​he​ ​says,​ ​moving​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​to​ ​squeeze​ ​your​ ​boobs​ ​again.​ ​He​ ​moans into​ ​your​ ​hair​ ​as​ ​your​ ​walls​ ​clench​ ​around​ ​him,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​his​ ​thrusts​ ​starting​ ​to​ ​become sloppy,​ ​letting​ ​you​ ​know​ ​he’s​ ​almost​ ​at​ ​his​ ​end. 

‘Y/N​ ​I’m​ ​gonna​ ​cum’​ ​he​ ​moans.  

‘Me​ ​too’​ ​you​ ​groan.​ 

​You​ ​kiss​ ​his​ ​neck,​ ​nipping​ ​at​ ​the​ ​skin​ ​with​ ​your​ ​teeth​ ​as​ ​you​ ​feel​ ​him release​ ​his​ ​load​ ​inside​ ​of​ ​you.​ ​You​ ​release​ ​a​ ​moment​ ​later,​ ​your​ ​juices​ ​mixing​ ​as​ ​he​ ​thrusts​ ​a couple​ ​more​ ​times,​ ​helping​ ​you​ ​both​ ​to​ ​ride​ ​out​ ​your​ ​orgasms.  

‘Fuck’​ ​you​ ​gasp​ ​as​ ​he​ ​pulls​ ​out​ ​of​ ​you​ ​and​ ​lays​ ​back​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bed​ ​next​ ​to​ ​you,​ ​panting.​ ​He​ ​looks over​ ​at​ ​you​ ​and​ ​smirks,​ ​before​ ​asking​ ​‘so,​ ​are​ ​you​ ​still​ ​going​ ​to​ ​stay​ ​away​ ​from​ ​me​ ​now?’

High Tensions - Auston Matthews

Requested by Anon: Can you do one where the reader is Mitch Marner’s best friend but the reader an Auston hate each other (they actually like each other). They bicker a lot and then Mitch teases them into confessing. I loved your JVR one by the way!

Word Count: 1601
Team: Toronto Maple Leafs
Warnings: None

I hope you enjoy the approach I took with this! (:

“I still don’t understand why you two hate each other,” Mitch remarked as you two sat curled up on the couch in Mitch’s living room chatting after not seeing each other for a while. Mitch had been on a road trip with the Leafs that felt like forever while you had been drowning in homework and midterms. But now that your midterms were over, and the boys were back, you two had a day to hang out again. The only unfortunate part was that Mitch happened to live with the one Leaf you couldn’t stand. Auston Matthews. Luckily, Matthews had gone out with some of the other guys on the team while Mitch stayed back to hang out with you.

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Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*requested

Imagine: You are Rebekah Mikaelson’s best friend and, ah, a mermaid. She brough you home in a gesture act. What she did not expect was that her brother, Klaus, would fall for you and, whilst doing so, he win your heart over.

Warnings: swearing, kissing, some violent descriptions (not that big of a deal), mentions of sex, fluff

Word Count: 4250 (i think i broke my record with this one)


Patiently waiting for Rebekah Mikaelson, who happened to be your best friend for quite some time now, at a bar, you thought of how much your life had changed in the past year. All because you were forced to abandon your mermaid nature after one reckless night you spend at a forbidden cave; sure, your mother had warned you what would happen if you went there during a full moon, but you always thought she was just being an overprotective mum. Ultimately, she was not, for the next morning you woke up entirely naked. Oh, and with freaking legs instead of your blueish tail as well.

A gentle chuckle left your lips when you remembered the stunned looks the humans gave you once you managed to get out of the cave. Nudity can get them incredibly nervous.

“I presume you’re waiting for my sister, love.” A masculine voice, soaked in a marvellous British accent, said. “May I keep you company?”

“Suit yourself, Niklaus.” Your reply was short, straight to the point. “But I warn you she’ll be mad if she finds you here.”

“I know how to deal with Rebekah.” He smirked, sitting on one of the chairs and facing you with those deep blue eyes. “You know that.”

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anonymous asked:

Can u write something about abdorable fluffy sterek with derek having lots of siblings and stiles and them have good relationships and are friendly and talk and hangout in school and oit of school??

“So,” Cora said as she slid into the empty spot next to Stiles at the lunch table.

Stiles looked up to see not only Cora but Derek’s brothers Shawn and Eli, and one of their other sisters Ariana.

“Hales – can I help you?” Stiles asked slowly.

“You have a crush on our brother,” Eli said.

“Who? Devin? The kid is like 7 that’d be weird if I had a crush on him guys,” he tried to say calmly.

“Very funny Stilinski. But, we happen to know that Derek likes you too so maybe you should make a move. Believe it or not, we like you and think you’re good for our brother,” Ariana said.

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OTEverybody 2

Originally posted by t-yong

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Pairing: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Summary: Being NCT’s manager was challenging as it is, add to that the fact that suddenly half of them feel the need to win your affection.

(A/N): I wrote this before I arrived so now I have something to give.



You peeped into the practice room to find the 127 sub-unit practicing vigorously for the smtown show. You wanted to stand there and watch for a bit, just enjoy the sight but Doyoung noticed you in the mirror, calling you name.

“You have your visa interview today, so go get changed.” You said in your best professional voice. You noticed Jaehyun then, come up to the chair at the corner of the room and pick up his water bottle. He was in a tank top that showed off his muscular arms and gave a peek at his toned chest. His hair was wet from sweat and his face shined.

“Nice shirt.” You said in English, he turned to you with the ghost of a smirk.

“You know I understand English perfectly well right?” He said, a little cocky.

“Of course. What’s the point of flirting if you don’t even understand what I’m saying.” He choked on his water and you turned around to walk away.

“Go home and get dressed, the interview is at 3.” You announced before walking out. Everyone in the room stared at the door in stunned silence before turning their attention to Jaehyun. Once his initial shock subsided his chest inflated in victory.

“She’s just joking.” Johnny was the first to break the silence.

“Obviously, Jaehyun isn’t her type.” Yuta laughed uncomfortably.

“She likes intelligent people she told me.” Taeyong mumbled. The smile Jaehyun had plastered on his face suddenly faded.

“He even smiles like an idiot.” Donghyuck whispered and Jaehyuun threw a towel at him.

They all then heard your name being announced loudly in the corridor and made their way out to see what it was.

“Can I come with your group for the interview today?” Baekyun asked her, “I missed my interview yesterday.” He pouted very prominently.

“He’s really the worst at this.” Johnny said, even Mark agreed to that.

“Uh-sure. It’s at three you can just be here then Baekhyun-sshi.” You said diligently.

“I told you to call me Oppa didn’t I?” He whined a little.

“Jesus Christ, I don’t even think we’ll have to embarrass him, he’s doing it all himself.” Everyone jumped at the sudden voice behind them, turning to see Ten.

“Where did y-” Johnny began

“How did y-” Yuta added.

“Haechan filled me in. Guys this way Chanyeol Hyung is our only threat.” He said seriously.

As if on queue, Chanyeol walked out of one of the studios.

“I missed my interview too.” He said flippantly.

“Yah! You were asleep, you shouldn’t get another chance.

“Who’s going to tell the fans I didn’t come to the concert because Baekhyun didn’t want me to huh?” He said looking bored. He then turned to you with a bright smile.

“I’ll be ready at three.” He said decisively.

“I really don’t think I should be the one to go with both of you. Your manager is my senior, I don’t want any misunderstanding.” You said cautiously, this would not go down well for many reasons.

“I’ll talk to him don’t worry.” He winked pulling his phone out. She only gave a flustered reply, walking away to finish paperwork.

“You’re wasting your time Hyungs.” Taeyong’s voice made everyone turn and made Baekhyun and Chanyeol aware of their presence in the same space.

“Y-yeah.” Donghyuck said unsure of where this was going, but sticking by his Hyung’s side. Yuta seemed to catch on and laughed.

“Yeah, our manager just hit on Jaehyun a few minutes ago,” He put an arm on Jaehyun’s shoulder and he looked at him like he wanted to punch him,” Isn’t that right Jaehyun.” Jaehyun really wasn’t enjoying being victimised like this. Yuta nudged Jaehyun.

“Y-yeah,” Jaehyun laughed awkwardly, “She really likes tank tops.” Johnny, Jaehyun, Taeyong, Yuta and Donghyuck all laughed awkwardly.

“You guys are insane.” Taeil mumbled.

“Chanyeol looks great in a tank top too okay. Look at these arms.” Baekhyun lifted up his arm and flaunted it to the group, “Everyone knows he’s one of the prettiest idols.” Baekhyun said proudly.

“I can play the guitar.” Chanyeol said, unsure of what to add.

“Yeah, chicks dig that.” Baekhyun said.

“I’m leaving.” Taeil said and Mark followed not wanting to be a part of this absurd situation anymore.

“Johnny plays the piano!” Ten said defensively.

“Yeah, and she once said Jaehyun has the best voice she’d heard.” Johnny said.

“Wait what really?” Jaehyun turned to Johnny, who looked like he realised his mistake, “Why didn’t you tell me that before?”

“I-uh, It never came up. That’s not important right now.” He pushed it aside.

“Hey! I’m the ballad star!” Baekhyun shouted.

“That’s actually Kihyun but please continue, this is the best thing I’ve seen all day. Office drama is so rare these days.” Everyone Jumped at the sudden voice.

“Heechul Hyung!” Baekhyun said blushing.

“Who is this cat fight about anyway?” He said, eating from a packet of crisps.

“My Manager!” Mark said, finally voicing the injustice he felt.

“Oh yeah, she’s nice, we talk sometimes,” Heechul said nonchalantly, “She taught me some English too.” Everyone stared stunned.

“Fuck this.” Everyone turned to Johnny in shock.

“Hyung are you going?” Baekhyun asked Heechul.

“You didn’t go last time.” Taeyong added helpfully.

“Doesn’t mean I’m not going this time.” He was trying to hide the smirk fighting to show.

“Also next time all of you want to fight over a girl, make sure the chairman isn’t in.” With that, he walked away leaving a bunch of now nervous boys behind.

anonymous asked:

Please tell me more about how the broomstick scene is confirmed canon romance??

Each seiyuu chose the best/cutest scene of their character, the scene then would be played on the big screen and everyone gave a commentary.

Akaneya chose the broomstick scene of episode 11, saying that Izetta was cute there and she herself was awkward and shy the whole time when she was acting out that scene with Hayami (while Hayami was S) (why were they so like their characters???)(Izetta’s absolute nervousness and Fine’s suggestive confidence in that scene were real) (I have a feeling Hayami liked teasing Akaneya the way Fine teased Izetta). The conversation then carried out that it was a “love scene” and everybody agreed. 

As a bonus, Bianca shipping Finetta is also canon. When being asked “which character would you like to bring home”, Uchida, in Bianca’s voice, said something like “Princess, you have to take Izetta home!!” Rofl

Also here’s a cute picture of the cast after the event

Yea everyone’s thinkin the same thing

Source: https://twitter.com/jitsuni_ii_i/status/843528504897544192

What Was That

-not requested-

a/n; I have the feels for Monty so, here you go

Word Count: 637

Pairing: Montgomery De La Cruz X Reader


Y/N’s P.O.V

I pushed the gymnasium door open, anger and sadness rushing through me. The girls stopped their cheerleading practice, being the only people in here aside from some guys who came to watch, well, because they’re guys, you know how they are. 

“Sherri, you bitch.” I hissed, feeling my eyes burn with tears, she looked shocked by my language. “Y/N, girl, whats wrong?” She tried to place a hand on my shoulder but I shrugged it off instantly. “You knocked that stop sign down,” her eyes widened, “and you didn’t tell anyone, you left it like that-” “Y/N, don’t please.” She tried to stop me but I through my hands up in the air. 

“Y/N!” Monty called from the bleachers, “babe.” He started making his way down them, I knew I was making a fool of myself, but I don’t care. I’m breaking, hell, I broke the second I saw her face. “Because of you, my-my brother’s dead!” I snapped, a couple of girls gasped, looking at Sherri with confused faces. 

“Jesus, Y/N.” Now Monty was speed walking over to me, reaching me quickly, I didn’t look away from her as he placed a hand on my shoulder. “Y/N, who told you that?” She tried to fake innocence, “that’s a horrible rumor.” She added. I shook my head furiously, taking a step forward, she seemed to tense. “Y/N-” “Monty, please just shut up.” I sighed, his hand disappeared. “You really want to know who told me? Or do you already know?” I whispered harshly to her. 

Sherri finally figured out how I knew, Hannah Baker. “But you’re not on the tapes.” She mumbled, I rolled my eyes. “Alex is, and he’s my best friend, you think he wouldn’t tell me why my brother died!” “Alright, babe, that’s enough.” Monty quite literally pulled me away from her, straight out of the gym as I stayed quiet. 

Once we entered the hallway, which was empty, it was an after-school practice, he looked at me. Most people expect him to be some stone cold jerk, which he is, if he doesn’t care about you. “Y/N, what was that?” And that’s all it took for me to loose it. His eyes widened slightly, he’s only ever seen me cry once, and that was at Jeff’s funeral, but I pulled myself together then, because I didn’t want anyone to see me like this. 

But I don’t have the energy anymore. 

I stepped forward, wrapping my arms around his neck, holding on to him for dear life. He tensed for a moment, as if this is something he’s never dealt with, which I’m sure is true, he’s not exactly the type that sticks with a girl to the point of seeing her cry. But I was different, that’s what he told me, and my brother when he was hesitant about us going out. 

He moved over to the wall and started sitting down, pulling me with him, it looked as if he had been holding me bridal style and then sat down with me. His fingers got tangled in my hair as he pushed it away from my face, kissing my forehead lightly. “I’m sorry.” I mumbled, moving my head back, looking at him for a moment. He shook his head slowly, “it’s okay.” His shoulders shrugged, almost going unnoticed.

“Can we not talk about what I just said in there?” I asked softly when I saw him looking at me for a moment, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something. “Yeah.” He leaned his head back against the wall, watching as I dabbed under my eyes, trying to salvage whatever makeup I have left, sighing, he raised his hand and wiped it away. “Montgomery.” I deadpanned, but it made me crack a smile, so in his mind, he succeeded.

A Court of Hearts and Darkness Chapter Fourteen

It’s been over a century since the epic and bloody war against Hybern, but a new, unprecedented horror lies in wait to threaten everything the Inner Circle holds dear.

At a mere 17, it seems that the only one who can save them is the Heir to the Night Court, Feyre and Rhysand’s daughter Eleana, but as a creature so vile promises to kill everyone she loves, she must combat the urge to succumb to the darkness herself. The key to success lies hidden within her mate, the bastard born Kaden, who is as oblivious to the bond as her Court is oblivious to the war on the horizon.

With the help of her cousin and warrior Felix, the son of the famed Nesta and Cassian, they will try to save everything they hold dear, hopefully before the darkness takes them all.


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Masterlist

Chapter One   Chapter Two   Chapter Three    Chapter Four    Chapter Five
Chapter Six    Chapter Seven   Chapter Eight   Chapter Nine    Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven   Chapter Twelve   Chapter Thirteen

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-Chapter Fourteen- 

Kaden quite enjoyed the view that the mountains offered at dawn. It was different to any other time of day, especially on quiet mornings like this one.

He had been here for hours, Felix at his side and a deck of cards in between them to pass the time. Even though Felix led the Elite, and Kaden was now a member of the first row, they still had to do the menial duties that every other Illyrian had to. This included taking watch on the most illogical place for an enemy to attack and the safest when it came to where they could be breached.

The sunrise stained the sky pink, the same colour of Eleana’s cheeks when she blushed, and made a lovely gradient of purple and pink and white that would eventually change to the stunning blue of the Night Court in Spring. Sometimes Kaden wondered how the other Courts functioned when they could only experience the joys of one season.

“-So I think if we retake the same route as last time, and try to enter from the same place it should be a success. I’m going to station the Elite on duty nearby so that I can summon them if we need them.” Felix had been prattling on about their plans on and off since they started duty together at sunset. Kaden was only half listening at this point – Felix was repeating the same things they had been saying for the last two days, likely from nerves.

Their last visit to the sacred mountain had not ended brilliantly, and Kaden hoped that today would not have a similar outcome.

“Worse comes to worst I can always summon my father, but that really is a last resort.” Felix continued. “I also don’t want to separate him from my mother right now. They have both gone into full nesting mode. He’s convinced the baby is going to be a girl, and mother keeps fighting with him because she thinks it’s a boy. At this rate, half the nursery will be pink and the other blue.”

“What do you think it will be?”

“Me? I’m putting my bets on a girl. It would be nice to have another sister, she would keep Quathryn better company than a boy would.”

“Don’t you want to know what it’s like to have a brother?”

Felix scoffed at Kaden’s question. “That’s why I have you.”

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Remember

Sam x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,325

Originally posted by spn-mostly

[Gif not mine, credit as stated]

“Do you think she ever got sick of what we were doing?” Sam asked Dean solemnly, his heart throbbing as he stared down at the dead grass and leaves that surrounded his feet, “I–I mean, ya know… Ever wanted it all to just end?” 

Sighing, Dean placed a hand on the back of his younger brother and attempted to soothe him with sympathetic affection. Seeing as though this didn’t work in the moment, Dean let go of Sam and placed his hands in his pockets.

“I’m sure she never meant this,” He mumbled, his voice raspy with sorrow, “She was a good girl–a good hunter,” He looked up at his brother who only stared at a baron tombstone with a name that broke him to pieces, “She stayed for you, Sammy.” 

“She could’ve left. I told her so many times that she could’ve left.” 

“That’s the thing, isn’t it?” 

Sam looked at Dean inquisitively, his head cocked to the side for a moment, but the sorrow never leaving despite his curiosity–he was such a mess. His eyes were bloodshot and his face had stubble growing, his hair was longer than it had been and shagged all about. He was incomplete without her; he didn’t know how to act or how to more or less survive without her presence.

“She would’ve done anything for you. Would’ve gone out and defeated the nastiest of monsters just to make sure you were okay,” Dean continued, “Hell, she even helped me out with those clowns a long while back. She did most of the stabbing and slashing. She made sure you were safe and when you ran away screaming, she made sure to attack those who made her Sam scream in fear,” He let out a light chuckle, “Sounded a little weird, didn’t it?”

A breathy little huff of air puffed out of Sam’s mouth as he smiled lightly at the thought. He remembered when she’d done that for him. Y/N had always been one for ‘taking one for the team,’ but Sam had hardly noticed how often she did take one for the team for him. He never noticed how often she would stay awake at night while he was still asleep to make sure he could stay asleep. He never noticed how on edge she was when they had to go on a hunt without Dean, because that was her back-up if she couldn’t do enough to protect Sam. She’d more or less tell him to stay back, to keep away from all the danger just so he wouldn’t get hurt.

But this time, she couldn’t stop how much he’d be hurting. He was hurting beyond belief; every bone in his body ached,e very muscle was sore, every nerve was on edge – and he hadn’t even been hurt physically. Her death impacted him more than he thought it would, but he’d been insane to think that it would’ve just been like every other death he’d experienced. His own and people he loved.

How sad, he thought.

“She was a good person,” Sam mused, “She did a lot for us. It’s hard to believe we’ll never even get to thank her for that.” 

Dean nodded, sighing lightly, “I think she knows.” 

Sam looked at Dean, “You think so?” 

“I know so.” 

A small smile lifted the corners of Sam’s lips. Just thinking about the fact that maybe she knew how thankful he was for everything she’d done made him feel a little bit better. He wished he could’ve told her in person; wished he could’ve said ‘thank you’ so many times. But right then would have to be enough. Just a single ray of hope, but enough to get him through.

——

Year later

Sam had been minding his own business in the bunker. Sitting at the table with books surrounding him like they did every evening. Whether or not he did it to keep himself occupied or to actually study things, nobody knew. All he did was sit around at that table and look through books upon books, either searching for something or seemingly intrigued in something. Dean teased him a lot about it; called him a bookworm and everything, but if he were going to be completely honest, he was proud of his younger brother. It’d taken him so long to get over… Her death… But a year later, he was flipping through books like they were links on a website. Dean often questioned what he was so eager to find or if he was even trying to find anything in the first place.

Dean was getting ready to go to the lab they had in the bunker. He was pretty curious about what technological devices were down there, plus they’d already had Charlie down to fix and explain everything to them. He wasn’t necessarily tech savvy, but he was object savvy–Dean would be doing a little rummaging.

Though, his rummaging plans would soon be tarnished as he heard a loud banging noise at the door at the top of the stairs. He glanced behind him to find that Sam was too engrossed in his literature to even take a gander at the door that needed opened. Laughing lightly to himself, Dean backed up and high-tailed his way up the stairs to unlock the door. He hadn’t even considered the fact that they weren’t expecting visitors.

Carelessly, Dean unlocked the door and swung it open.

What lay before him shocked him so bad he almost fainted.

“Y/N?!” 

She leaped forward and placed her hand on his mouth, “Shh!” She gestured her head downward toward Sam whom she’d noticed had heard Dean’s cry, but then he’d turned back around, rummaging through books upon books, “You have to keep quiet!” She whisper-shouted.

Dean was very quick to rip himself out of her grasp. He grabbed the door and slammed it shut, unsheathed a sharp knife from his belt loop, slammed her up against the wall, and placed the knife at her throat.

“You better explain to me real fast why you’re not layin’ in that casket Sammy and I both made and buried you in,” Dean growled, “You a demon? Huh?” He hissed, the knife almost scarping her skin.

“Go ahead,” She provoked, “Cut me.” 

Without hesitation, Dean grabbed her forearm, and ran the blade across. Blood poured out of the wound and as Dean came to the realization that it really was Y/N, his eyes widened and the knife he held in his hand dropped to the floor with a loud thud.

“Dean!” Sam called, “What are you doing up there? All you had to do was answer the door, not fight a demon!” 

Dean swallowed harshly and didn’t even try to stop his younger brother as he heard him incline the stairs. His footsteps stomped on the metal one stair at a time and Y/N realized that she was in for a very rude awakening when his eyes would meet hers. She wasn’t even concerned about all the blood falling down her arm; at least he’d know that she wasn’t a demon. 

“Dean, seriously. What are you–” Sam’s breath hitched in his throat as soon as his eyes met Y/N’s, “–Y/N?” He choked out, throat bobbing as he swallowed harshly and he kept getting choked up, “But… But.. We lowered you into the… The ground. You were–you were… Dead… You were…” Sam couldn’t seem to make any sense out of it and she didn’t expect him to. 

There were a lot of things she needed to explain but now was the time to listen to their wrath. She owed them that much. 

“That demon killed you!” Dean roared, anger spewing out of every crevasse of his body, “There’s no way you survived that! Cas wasn’t even around to save you and there’s no way he could have anyway. You were dead, Y/N!” 

Her shoulders grew heavy. It felt like she was carrying the weight of the world all on her own. She knew there was no time to pity for herself, but she couldn’t help it. She’d spent the better part of a year miles and miles away from the man that made her feel like she was on cloud nine and the other one who always kept her grounded. She hated the fact that she had to do that to them; that she had to do that to herself. She wanted to stay. She wanted to stay right there beside them for a very, very long time, but how could she do that now when they might not have actually wanted anything to do with her? 

“I know none of it makes sense,” She started, earning a small huff from Dean but nothing from Sam, he just stared at her – eyes glazed, “But if you just let me explain. I can–” 

“A whole year,” Sam whimpered out, throat bobbing and dry, “A whole year you were gone. We thought we put you in that grave. We thought we did what was best. We gave you a proper burial and I cried for hours on end right there at that tombstone I  made for you because I thought you were dead!” With every word his voice grew, until he was yelling by the end of his statement; a yell that cut deeper through Y/N than any blade had ever done.

“I know,” She spoke quietly, shutting her eyes, avoiding their gazes, “I know what I did.” 

“Then tell us why, Y/N,” Sam grabbed her hands, falling to the floor, collapsing right at her feet, face buried at her stomach, “Please just tell me why.” He was pleading, a gut wrenching plead that Y/N had never before heard come out of his mouth. She’d never seen him so upset – not over anything. 

“Look at him,” Dean gestured toward his brother, literally on his knees before Y/N, face buried in her stomach as tears fell down his face, “You see what you did to him? He missed you more than even I thought he would. I didn’t think you made that big of an impact on him – no offense – but you did. Your fake death or whatever…It had a major effect on him. For days and weeks and months, he sat in his room. He wouldn’t come out, he wouldn’t eat. It took me three very, very patient months to move him out of that room and put him at the table in the library,” Dean sighed, his eyes trained on his little brother, “You made him go crazy.” 

“You remember how we were cornered?” She asked; right hand carding through Sam’s hair gently as he kept his face buried in her tummy. 

Dean nodded.

“How Crowley was there?”

He nodded again.

“I made a deal with him,” She swallowed harshly, waiting for Dean to come back at her with something that would either irritate her or make her feel like scum. But he said nothing, just crossed his arms and let out a rather long exhale, “He told me if I didn’t fake a death – made by him, by the way –  he would make the both of yours very, very real.” 

“Our what?” Dean asked, slightly confused.

Y/N sighed, looking from Dean to Sam then back at Dean again, “He would’ve killed you both. I couldn’t let him do that.” 

Sam pulled himself away from her, and stood. As he looked at a rather large wet spot on her shirt, he realized how ridiculous he probably seemed. But he really didn’t mind being viewed as ‘odd’ all that much for what he’d just done. He’d missed her more than anything. He was so in love with her that all of his feelings vomited out of his body like a massive wave of nausea; he was angry, he was sad, he was happy, he was in love – all of those things came out as a gigantic flood of tears and yelling and pleading. He couldn’t help it. He was sensitive to emotion; especially when it came to things or people he cared a whole hell of a lot about. 

Y/N placed her wounded arm behind her back and waited for a few seconds before the blood finally stopped dripping. She hadn’t done anything particularly unique to it, but she’d picked up a few spells while being away for a while. She always kept a specific ingredient with her at all times; made sure she had a surplus of it. She was smart to know she’d always end up getting injured no matter where she went. 

She extended her arm, “I’ve learned a few things,” She changed the subject, not wanting to discuss what those boys most certainly did, “Spells, actually. They come in handy.” 

Sighing, Sam and Dean turned and walked down the spiral staircase. They had their shock; their “What?!” moment. Things as such happened more often than not to Sam and Dean, she shouldn’t have felt like she’d be any different.

“You comin’?” Sam called from the bottom.

Y/N walked toward the railing, looking over, “You don’t want me to leave?”

He chuckled lightly, forcing it almost as all of the pain radiated in his chest from all those unanswered questions, “Of course not. You’re home now.”

Home…?

She practically bolted down the stairs as soon as those words left his lips. When she reached the bottom, she didn’t hesitate to jump up into his arms. Her smaller frame wrapped around his taller and larger one; legs wrapping around his waist, face buried into the crook of his neck, arms squeezing tight.

“I love you,” Her voice was soft, a crack to be heard as warm tears fell down her cheeks and onto his skin, “You’ll always remember that, right?” Her voice a small whisper.

Sam kept her tight in his arms, his hand running up and down her back as he nodded slightly.

“I’d never forget.”

Everything I Wanted Was You Kyle Spencer x Reader

Words: 3,424

Request: @shellscreams​ :  I would like a Kyle Spencer imagine please love the last two you wrote xx

Description: This is an imagine where you and Kyle are together and he dies and you have to deal with that and don’t worry there is a very happy ending.

Author’s Note: I would like to say thank you to @shellscreams​ for requesting this! I am so sorry if this isn’t you wanted. Also requests are always open so don’t be shy XOXO

2013

It was cool windy Saturday in the middle of Spetember. School had just started for me at Tulane University in New Orleans. I was a senior and had been in total bliss for the past three years. The reason? Kyle Spencer my amazing boyfriend. He was a frat boy and I was a frat girl. My fraternity was having a party tonight at the Zeta Kappa Mu house, aka my fraternity. Yes it was very popular for someone from our fraternitys to get together. I didn’t care it was fate for us to meet. It all happened when I was walking on campus on my first day at school and some jerk approached me.

2010

“Hey sugar! You want some of this?” this college boy asked as he started running towards me.

“No thank you.” I said trying to make him go away.

“Awwww. Don’t be like that baby. I just want to have some fun!”

“Well you better scram before my..” I hesitated and blurted out the first thing that came into my head,” boyfriend comes to meet me!”

“Oh really? Where is this so called boyfriend?”

“I just said that he was meeting me here soon.” I said getting annoyed that the guy wouldn’t go away. He started to approach me and I backed away. He got closer to me and grabbed my wrist.

“HEY! Get off of me!” I yelled.

“I thought you had a boyfriend.”He said. But little did I know that a boy heard the whole thing an decided to stop it before it went any farther.

“She does.” The boy said. I turned my head away from the from the college student and looked at the boy who saved my life. My (Eye Color) eyes met his dark brown eyes.

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“I think you should get your hands off my girlfriend mister.” The boy said. The college guy then released his grip on my wrist and the boy wrapped his arm around my waist protectively.

“Like I told you, you better scram you know now since my boyfriend is here.” I said confidentley. The college guy looked at who had his arm around me and ran for his life.

The boy released his arm from my waist when we couldn’t see the jerk anymore.

“Thank you for doing that. I really appreciate that.” I said looking at the ground rubbing my arm.

“Hey don’t mention it. I can’t help myself from saving someone espically if it is a beautiful girl like yourself.” You immediatley blush at his compliment and look up in his eyes. “Kyle, by the way.” Kyle held at his hand and you took it.

“(Y/N)” You reply shaking his hand.

“Beautiful. Just like you.” Kyle responds. I chuckle lightly at his flirt. “What do you say we go and get a coffee?”

“I would love that.” I say. Kyle takes my hand and holds it. We walk to the coffe shop on camous, hands in hand. Ever since then we have been in love.

2013

Tonight Kyle and his frat brothers were coming to the party tonight. I was excited to see him because he just got back from a school trip for football. Yes I texted him if his team won adn he texted back saying that they killed the other team. Once I read the text I decided that we would have a party in celebration for their win as soon as they came back. They arrived early this morning so I sent out party invitations to everyone. Apparently the new of having a party reached outside the campus and reached to the movie star Madison Montegomery. I one-hundred percent believe that someone tweeted it and it got around EVERYWHERE. I wasn’t upset that more people were coming, I was actually happy. That means that I could show off to more people about how great my boyfriend is.

I started to get ready at eight o’clock since the party started at nine and supposedly to end at midnight but I doubt it. I got finished changing into my (Favorite Color) dress and went down the stairs to finish decorating. I hung up the red and blue disco lights and the ice sculpture of God knows what. It was about nine o’clock when people started flooding which was good. This party was much bigger but it is okay the more the merrier. I saw some guy name Chad enter with packages of beer which I didn’t really care unless underage people were drinking it. I just let it slide because I was too busy trying to watch when Kyle’s limo bus was going to arrive.

It was a good ten minutes of me just waiting until a big black bus arrived on the curb infront of the house. I got so excited and decided to wait for about five minutes becasue I knew that Kyle was giving his brothers the chat about public parties Do’s and Don’ts. That is one of the reasons why I loved his personality so much was because he was respectful and a gentlemen. I always had great respect for him because ever since hurricane Katrina he had been providing for his single mother.

Kyle finally came running out of his bus with his brothers yelling “ Kappa Lambda Gamma” which was their fraternity. He saw me sitting on the step waiting for him to arrive and he immediatley ran to me. Once I had seen what he was doing I started to run to him. We meet in the middle and he engulfed me in his arms picking me up.

“I missed you so much baby.” Kyle said sounding out of breath. He placed me down, removing his head from the crook in my neck, he looked at me and oushed back my hair that had been messed up in this form of affection.

“I missed you so much too Kyle.” I said. He smiled and put his hand around the back of my neck and leaned in. His lips met mine and we started to make out in the middle of the lawn. It lasted a long time of just us letting our emotions out.

“What is that speech that you always tell your frat brothers? Isn’t public embarrasment apart of that? So wouldn’t kissing your girlfriend infront of everyone apart of that?” I ask jokingly.

“Shut up.”Kyle said laughing while putting his arm around my shoulders bringing me closer to his chest.

“I love you.” I said.

“I love you too.” He said kissing my cheek. He brought me to the couch and sat me down. “I am going to go get us some drinks okay.”

“Okay.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead. Once he left I looked towards the front door and I saw Madison Montegomery and I guess her friend. I was totally shocked that she came. I mean seriously a stupid frat college party? I thought that was too D-list for ‘celebrities. Again I didn’t mind that she was here. I just hope that her attitude doesn’t get the best of her.

Kyle soon comes back with two red cups and smiles at me.

“Here is a Coca-Cola for the lady.” He said and handed it to me while sitting next to me on the couch and putting his arm around me pulling me closer ot him.

“Why thank you.” I said to Kyle with a smile on my face,”Okay so you HAVE to tell me all about your football game please?” i said pouting in a begging form.

“Okay all right since you asked so politely. Well we obviously won. It was fourty-two to four and so we basically creamed them majorly.”

“Obviously,” I said but then Kyle was interrupted by the girl that entered in with Madison Montegomery approached us.

“Excuse me, I am so sorry to bother you but I can’t find my friend Madison Montegomery. I have looked everywhere and I can’t find her can you please help me?”

“Yes of course.” Kyle and I said.

“Let’s look upstairs to see if she might have accidentally found her way up here.” I said. We started to open up all the doors until we came to last on eand we opened it and found Madison and Kyle’s frat brothers. We looked around and realized that they were all takign turns raping Madison adn taking pictures even Kyles best friend Archie was in on it. Kyle was furious.

“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING? GIVE ME THE PHONE ARCHIE!” Kyle screamed. I had never seen him so mad in our entire relationship.

“NO KYLE! I am not giving you my phone so you can just delete the videos and pictures.”Archie said. Kyle started to run after Archie trying to retrieve his phone so he could not only delete it but so that he could beat him up for doing this. The girl who asked for Kyle and I’s help started to wake Madison up so she could walk downstairs and leave. I started to run after Kyle. I got to the front door and I saw all of the frat brothers and Kyle running into the bus. Then it started to drive off so I ran after it.

Madison and her friend weren’t that far behind when all of a sudden the buss flipped over and crashed. I saw it all happen and I fell to my knees crying. Once I had gotten the courage to get up I ran over to the flipped over bus and pried open the doors. I looked around and I saw Kyle, lying there in pieces. I rushed over to him and brought his chest and head close to my body and kissed him, over and over again.

“NOOOO KYLE! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE?”I yelled. I brought my head closer to his ear and whispered.”Everything I wanted was you. I love you so much. Why did you have to leave me? We were supposed to grow old together. I love you.” i finally got up and started to get up and walk away. Once that I had left the bus there was blood all over me. I started to cry and I ran back to the frat house which was empty probably due to everyone hearing the crash, getting scared and running.

I closed the door and locked it. I collapsed to the floor crying knewing that I was never going to get my happy ending with Kyle. I went upstairs, took a shower and cried myself to sleep knowing that there was never going to be a day with Kyle or so I thought.

The Next Day

I woke up and decided to go visit Kyles mom to see how she was doing with the news about Kyle. I got dressed and drove over to his house that i had been over a million times. I knocked on the door and Mrs. Spencer opened the door with a tear stained face.

“Mrs. Spencer? It’s me (Y/N).” I said knowing that she would remember me as Kyles girlfriend.

“Oh yes (Y/N), please come in.” She opened the screen door and welcomed me into her house. After I had entered seh had engulfed me into in a hug and the waterworks started to fall from my face. I pulled away and Mrs. Spencer gave me a tissue and I whispered out a ‘Thank you.’

“I came to see how you were doing.” I said looking into her eyes and seeing that she was so upset. She should be she just lost her son.

“Thank you for doing that (Y/N). I really do appreciate it. I think out of all the girls Kyle has brought home, you have always and will forever be my favorite.”

“Thank you. I know how difficult it must be losing you only son espically since you husband passed away. I just wanted to let you know that I am here for you. If you need someone to talk to please just call me and I will be there.” I said letting her know that she won’t go through this alone.

“Thank you so much. It means a lot to know that even though Kyle isn’t here that you will continue to be apart of this familly and I am forever thankful for you. Anyways I have something to show you. Kyle had all this stuff that he had for you in a bag so I feel like I should give it to you, even though he won’t”

“Okay.” I followed her to Kyle’s room and she opened the doors to his closet and bent down to get the bag. It was a large paper bag filled high with stuff. She handed it to me and I carried it and sat down on his bed and started to unpack it. “I hope you don’t mind that I am unpacking it here.”

“Oh no! Please go ahead. I wanted to know what was always in there so I hope you don’t mind that I am watching you open it.”

“Of course not.” I started unpacking and while I was unpacking I realized that these were presents for our upcoming anniversary of three years. I took out the first thing and it was a scrapbook filled with pictures of me and Kyle and little love notes he wrote. I sat there crying knowing that this must have taken him months to put together and he never got a chance to give it to me. The second thing I took out was a shirt that said “Watch Out Boys This Girl Is Taken By This Guy” and it had a picture of Kyle winking on the back. I laughed remembering his funny humor. There was only one thing left and I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was a small red box. I took it out and started to cry knowing what it is. I opened the box and found a small diamond enagagment ring inside.

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I showed it to Mrs. Spencer and she started to cry her eyes out.

“I always knew that was a question he was wondering about when he was going to ask. I guess he was going to ask on your three year anniversary.” she said. I put my hands over my eyes and cried even harder. I put the ring on my left finger in a way of saying yes to his question.

After that I bid Mrs. Spencer a goodbye and then walked out of the house. I was walking to my car that was a couple houses down. While I was walking I could have sworn that I saw that girl that Kyle and I helped from yesterday approach Mrs. Spencer’s house with her holding someone up. I ignored it knowing that it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I walked to my car and got in. I just sat for a long time looking at my engagement ring and crying. I eventually stopped and drove back to my frat house. I walked in and went upstairs to my room and locked the door.

A Couple Months Later

It has been a couple months since Kyle died and I couldn’t have felt more alone. Sometimes if I went out I would think that I would see him and the minute I blinked he was gone. Other than that I haven’t left my room. I miss him everyday. There is nothing that can replace him. I haven’t felt love, compassion, or happiness since he died. I wish he would come back.

Today I was forced to leave my room saying that I had a visitor at the door. I went downstairs and opened the door to find the girl that Kyle and I helped all those months ago.

“What do you want?” I ask with tears starting to fall from my eyes.

“I just want to show you something. Please come with me.” She said.

“Why should I go anywhere with you? I don’t even know your name!” I say

“Okay. My name is Zoe Benson.” Zoe said.

“You think just because you said that I am going to go with you?!” I said.

“Okay, fine! If you won’t come with me then just promise me that you will come to the cafe downtown. Please.” She begged.

“Alright I’ll be there. What time?” I asked.

“Just be there at noon. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Thank you.”

“Do I need to bring anything?” I asked.

“Just bring yourself.” She said.

“Okay. Bye.” I said. Zoe waved a goodbye back to me. I was so confused. Why out of all the people on Earth does she have to come back? I went upstairs and got dressed. I looked at the clock and saw that it was eleven fourty. I exited the house and went to the driveway to my car. I got in and started to drive downtown to the coffee shop. I looked for a parking space near where Zoe was standing. I got out of the car and locked it. I walked over to her.

“So why am I meeting you here?” I asked.

“You are meeting me here because I have a surprise for you inside.” Zoe said.

“If it’s a guy then I am not interested.” I said and then I walked in.

“I don’t think so. Well at least not with this guy.” She said. I walked around trying to find out what she was talking about. I finally understood when my eyes met his. The same dark brown I fell in love with. I ran over to him with tears coming down my face. I ran into his arms and he held me close. I pulled back my head and started to pepper his face in kisses. I finally ended with his lips. There was all of my emotions, his emotions intertwined into this form of affection. He let me down and pulled out my chair for me to sit down.

“Kyle! How are you back?” I asked with tears running down my face.

“(Y/N), I know you aren’t going to believe me when I say this but please do.” I nodded my head in response.”Okay well I died you saw me. Zoe and Madison went to the hospital and retrived my body parts and sewed me together. Another thing is that they are witches. There is a whole coven of them okay. So I was crazy and I couldn’t speak. I was a lot like Frankenstein. It was a long time before I could speak. But then their supreme Fiona Goode fixed me. She did something to me where i could speak properly. I guess you coudl say she brought me back to normal. So I remembered all about you. I had never forgotten about you, I just didn’t have all the details. But I called for you and then Zoe decided that it was best if I came back now and so I did. That is where that story ended.” He said looking into my eyes.

“I don’t care how you came to be here. I am just glad that you are here with me. Kyle, you’re all I have you’re all I want.” I said and he just looked at me emotionless and then he smiled and leaned over to kiss me on the lips.

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I put my hand on his cheek and he stopped kissing me and looked at my hand.

“Oh sorry. I forgot that my hand is probably is cold. Sorry.” I said.

“No it isn’t that.” He pulled my left hand towards his and at my ring finger. “You said yes?”Kyle asked.

“Of course I did Kyle. I love you with all my heart. I want to spend the rest of my life with you unless you don’t want to anymore.” I said looking down.

“Hey,” Kyle said putting his fingers underneath my chin and lifting my head up so I looked at him in the eyes,”I want to start off where we left off. I want to be with you. I want to call you my wife. I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” I said. I am so happy that Zoe brought him back. I couldn’t ask for anything better. After that Kyle and I started to plan for our wedding. It was perfect. Now we are living in total bliss and there isn’t anything I could ask for more. I love him and he loves me.

Across the Stars, Chapter 6

Prologue   Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 5   Chapter 7  Chapter 8

AN: Hi! It’s a little late, I know. I have so many things to do and my ADHD has been hitting me really hard these last couple of weeks and I have SO many things that I’ve been putting off and off and off and deadlines are staring me in the face and AHHHHH. But I like this chapter and I hope you all do as well!

“What the hell was that?” Feyre wrapped her arms around herself, narrowing her eyes as Tamlin stalked back into the bedroom after slamming the door behind Rhys. She dug her fingers into the cotton thermal, Rhys’s voice still slithering down her spine and sending a shudder of electricity spiking through her veins.

Tamlin’s own eyes narrowed. “Care to explain how you know him?”

She blinked, taken aback. “Know him? He literally just told you. We happen to go to the same coffee shop—“

“Is he the son of a bitch who’s been following you?” Tamlin’s voice was dangerous. “Did he follow you to work?”

“I—“

“How much have you talked to him? What does he—“

“I don’t know him,” she ground out. “I’ve had maybe three conversations with him, all of them perfectly mundane.”

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Momma Hale

Originally posted by procrastinationismyfriend

Tagged peeps: @sallyp-53 @december-sunrise @beaconhills17@winchesterreid@helvonasche@fly-f0rever @kaitlynnlovegood

Characters: Y/n, Scott, Stiles, Liam, Derek(mentioned)

Pairing: Derek x Y/n (Female Reader)

Word count:815

Warning: Swearing, fluff, cuteness 

Summary: Scott and Stiles require Y/n’s help when they have a frightened Liam in the bathtub. 

A/N: This is based on a request i got from an anon-I absolutely love love your pack mom series. Could I request something similar with a female reader like at the beginning of season 4 Scott and stiles kidnap Liam and Scott calls the reader telling her to come attend a “pack mom” or “momma hale” emergency? Thanks x

There were additional info i was given, but I can’t be bothered to add them into the A/N, but i did stick to them mostly. So i hope u like this, whoever requested it. 

Also read my other series The Beginning Of The End- Part 1 link. other parts found in the masterlist below.

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“Shit, what the hell are we meant to do?” Stiles whispered to Scott, afraid someone might hear them despite the fact that the only person other than them that was in the house was the poor boy they had tied up and duct taped in the bathtub.

They wracked their brains, wondering how to sort this out. They couldn’t call Scott’s mom or sheriff, they’d go crazy. Lydia would just give them a lecture. Everyone else was basically useless when it came to things like this.

“You think we should call her?” Stiles asked, knowing she would be the best one to help.

“I don’t know, won’t she tell him?”

“If we ask her not to, she won’t”.

Scott nodded, grabbing his phone and handing it to Stiles, who dialled the number and waited for her to answer.

“Stiles, why are you calling?” she asked.

“Hey Momma Hale, listen so we kinda have a situation over here and we were hoping for some help”

“Wait, what’s happened? Do you want me to send Derek over?” she began panicking thinking maybe someone was after them again.

“What?! No no. Don’t send Derek over. We just need you here. Now please” he begged.

She agreed, leaving Derek in the loft as she placed a kiss on her husband’s lips and took the car, driving over to Scott’s house.

“Guys, what did you need?” she shouted as she made her way into the house. The boys rushed downstairs, seeing the woman and pulling her up into the bathroom. Pulling the shower curtain back, they revealed the frightened, freaked out boy sat there, looking at them like they were all crazy.

“What the hell Scott, who the fuck is this?!” she yelled, appalled that this boy was in the bath, obviously unwillingly.

Scott looked at her wide eyed. He hated getting scolded by her. Being the wife of Derek Hale, y/n was actually a whole lot nicer. But at the same time, when she needed to, she was a whole lot more frightening than Derek, even if she wasn’t a supernatural creature of any sort.

“He-he’s the new kid i-in school” he stuttered out, terrified of what she might do. “He-he’s suspicious, I think he might be a werewolf” he said in a hushed whisper, making sure the boy didn’t hear.

Y/n rolled her eyes, knowing this innocent kid most likely was not a werewolf at all.

“Just-just get out” she sighed, pushing the two moronic boys she had come to love out of the bathroom and shutting the door. Turning back towards the other boy in the tub, she kneeled and attempted to calm him slightly.

“Hi there sweetie. I’m y/n. I’m gonna take the duct tape off now. Is that ok?” she asked, her voice gentle and calm. The boy nodded, hoping she wasn’t going to hurt him. She didn’t seem like she would. She seemed nice.

Y/n moved forward and removed the duct tape from his mouth, smiling at him when he thanked her.

“What’s your name sweetheart?”

“Li-Liam. Liam Dunbar” he answered, still slightly frightened.

She smiled at him, attempting to ease his fear.

“Hi Liam. Listen I don’t know what those two morons thought they were doing” she said as she began removing the massive amount of tape from his body, “but they were just being silly I think. No one’s gonna hurt you sweetie. I promise you that” she said as she ran a hand through his soft hair.

He closed his eyes at the feeling, knowing he was going to be safe. After she removed the tape, he clung to her side, grabbing onto her hand as she opened the door, Scott and stiles standing from the bed and stepping forward.

“Ah ah. I don’t think so. You idiots stay here. I’m gonna take him back home and then were gonna have a chat. Is that understood” she asked, her voice stern and strict.

The boys dropped their heads, ashamed and embarrassed, nodding and mumbling yeses.

“Good. Come on now sweetie, let’s get you home” she said, taking Liam to the car and driving him home, Scott and Stiles dreading her return, knowing they were in for a good ass whooping from their Momma.

“Thank you for that” Liam said as she drove, grateful for her help.

“No problem sweetie”.

“Can I ask-why do they call you Momma Hale?” the boy asked, curious as to the origin of the nickname.

Y/n chuckled, “My husband is Derek Hale. He’s sort of the ‘leader’, if you will, of their little group. So I’m Momma”.

Liam nodded as she pulled up to his driveway.

“Thank you. You’d make a really good Momma” he commented, climbing out of the car and walking into the house.

Y/n smiled at the compliment, her hand rubbing her belly, knowing she would be a real Momma in six months’ time.


So yea, fluffiness, even though Derek isn’t actually in this, i had to make me happy with him, cos it’s Derek 

New Besties (Pt. 2)


This is part two to New besties. This was very requested. 

Requests: 

Could you pleased write a part 2 of ‘New besties’? PLEASEEEEEE

Omg new besties was really good I need part two but happy ending like jughead finds out that Cheryl was the one did it and jughead and the reader end up happy 😆❤️🙏🏼 

Oh God, please write a second part to “New Besties”. The angst !!! I can’t ! My poor heart can’t handle it ! It was so cute and then, the angst came. *dramatic nooooooooo* I need a happy ending. Please ? *puppy dog eyes* 

So here it is. I really don’t know how i feel about it. But hell It’s here 

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My heart broke knowing my best friend here thought I had been on a date with his biggest bully and said horrible things about him. I didn’t even know how to get out of this. Jughead didn’t wanna listen to me and it’s not like Reggie or Cheryl were ready to tell him they lied. I looked at Jugheads face across the library. I was sitting in one corner of the big room and Jughead sat in the other.i wanted to go talk to him but something told me that wasn’t enough. I had to find Cheryl.

“Cheryl.” I said making her turn around. A wicked smiled came across her face when she realized it was me. Disgust filled my entire body. How could she be happy about this? Not only did she ruin my only friendship but she also hurt Jughead who was completely innocent in this.

“Oh hey, Y/N. Did you need anything” She said happily.

“What did you tell everybody I did with Reggie.” I asked. I was gonna try and be civil. I didn’t need any more drama in my life.

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Jealousy Part 7

Word Count: 1595

   A/N: Ahhhh here’s the 7th part of Jealousy! Sorry it took forever I’m packing to move and still sick! A lot of you are asking for me to make this into a separate boon and I just might! But enjoy this, much love ️

    “I’m aware.” Y/N snapped, and Archie threw his hands up in surrender. “Archie you helped Jughead and I realize we were in love with eachother, now it’s our turn to repay the favor.” Jughead and Y/N stood from the bed, and stared Archie down.

    “Andrews, are you in love with Betty?” Jughead asked.

                                • • •

    “Thank you for meeting me at Pops, Betty!” Y/N beamed, standing from her booth and embracing the blonde.

    “Absolutely!” Betty smiled. “I wouldn’t of missed it for the world.” The two girls sat down and ordered milkshakes and fries, starting up small talk, but Y/N had a different, more pressing conversation in mind.

    “How’s Polly doing?” Y/N asked, and Betty gave a forced smile.

    “She’s… holding up. Veronica has been taking good care of her, but she’s still pretty heartbroken over Jason.” Betty confessed, fidgeting with her hands. Y/N didn’t mean to make the poor girl uncomfortable, but she needed a way to start up the conversation she wanted to have.

    “I don’t blame her, poor girl. She’s been through a lot. I’m really glad Veronica is being helpful, though. The more hands on deck, the better we can protect her and the baby.” Y/N said. She reached over, and grabbed Betty’s hands, and Betty looked up at her.

    “I want to help too, whatever i can do to lend a hand. You name it, I’ve got it, okay?” Y/N offered, and Betty smiled.

    “Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do without you, you really are one of my best friends.” Betty said, and Y/N returned the smile.

    “Betty, can we talk about Jughead and Archie?” Y/N asked. Betty visibly tensed, and Y/N watched as she realized she knew about her texts to Jughead.

    “You saw?” Betty asked quietly, and Y/N nodded her head, giving a small smile but Betty could see the hurt behind it.

    “Y/N, I’m so so sorry! We’ve been spending so much time together lately, Jughead and I, and I guess I just started to develop a little crush! And when he kissed me in the spur of the moment, for a second I finally felt like I was wanted! But I immediately felt bad for it, so did Juggie! We both agreed it was a mistake but I guess I couldn’t get over it. I didn’t mean to betray you I just-”

    “Woah, woah hold up!” Y/N interrupted Betty’s fast rambling. “Betray me? You didn’t betray me Betty, I get it.” Betty looked at her confused, and squinted her eyes.

    “You’re not mad?” she asked in disbelief. Y/N gave a small laugh, and shook her head.

    “No, I’m not mad. Not even disappointed.” She joked, and Betty gave a breathy laugh.

    “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful for your surprising kindness and understanding, but why aren’t you mad?” she asked. The waiter brought their milkshakes and fries over, and Y/N popped a few in her mouth and sipped on her milkshake before answering Betty.

    “I’m not mad because I get it. I don’t mean to bring up sore subjects, but after Archie rejected you, I feel like you wanted to feel wanted by someone, I mean you said it yourself. Jughead was convenient, he was also having love trouble and was spending a lot of time around you-”  Betty stood up and collected her things.

    “I’ve heard enough.” she mumbled, walking out the door of Pops. Y/N got up and chased after her, stopping her in the parking lot.

    “Betty, what’s wrong?” Y/N asked. Betty turned around and sighed.

    “I don’t need your pity forgiveness because you think I’m still hung up on Archie. He doesn’t love me, I get it! I’ve gotten over it and we are just friends now. Did you ever stop to think that maybe I wanted to be with Jughead not as a rebound but because I actually liked him?” she asked. Y/N shifted on her feet, and her hands fell over her face.

    “Betty, it’s okay if your still into Archie, nobody is judging you.” she sighed, even though it was dark, Y/N could see she rolled her eyes.

    “I’m not into Archie!” she yelled. “Just drop it!” Betty started to storm off, and Y/N had to make a quick decision.

    “What if I told you Archie was in love with you?” Betty stopped in her tracks and turned around.

    “I’d call you a liar.” Betty snapped. Y/N ran up to Betty, and grabbed her arm.

    “I wouldn’t lie to you, Betty. He told me and Jughead he was. He panicked that night after the dance, and when you slammed the door in his face, he debated knocking on the door to tell you. He didn’t do it though because he was afraid you wouldn’t believe him, and he thought he had already did enough damage.” Betty stared at Y/N in shock, wracking her brain for the right words to say but nothing came to mind.

    “How do I know you aren’t just telling me this to make me feel better about Jughead choosing you?” she questioned lightly, and Y/N rolled her eyes.

    “What did I just tell you, I would never lie to you!” Y/N exclaimed and Betty looked down at the ground.

    “Why would he tell you this?” she asked.

    “He came to my house right as Jughead and I became, official I guess, and he tries to win me over. We were talking to him and he finally spilled.” Betty shook her head slowly, trying her best not to get excited over what she was hearing but Y/N could see her poker face fading.

    “Betty look at me, please.” Betty looked up at Y/N, and tried her hardest to look for any signs she was lying. She searched her eyes for deceitfulness but saw none, and a small smile crossed her face.

    “So Archie does like me, huh?” she said softly, and Y/N chuckled.

    “It seems that way.” Y/N said, and Betty hugged her. “Now can we go back inside, I invited you to Pops for a reason, and it was so I could eat while talking to you.” Betty laughed.

    “I swear to god you’re just like Jughead sometimes.” she joked and Y/N giggled,  following the newly Happy blonde into the diner.

    “I am not!” she called. The two took their seats once again, sipping on their milkshakes and Y/N called the waiter over to order a burger.

    “So,” Y/N said, turning her attention over to Betty. “How about we invite Archie and Jughead to meet us here?” she asked. Betty smiled down at the table, and nodded her head.

    “Let’s do it. But you have to text him, I have a feeling he’ll come for sure if you do it.” Betty said, eating the fries. Y/N pulled out her phone and sent a group text to both Archie and Jughead.

Me: Bets and I are at Pops, you two should come join us. My treat!

    Y/N looked up from her phone and set it down on the table, smiling at the bubbly blonde in front of her. “It’s done, I texted them.”

    “Knowing them, you should get a text any-” Betty was cut off my the vibrating phone on the table, and Y/N picked it up to see it was from Jughead. Y/N frowned at the phone, noticing it wasn’t a text from the group chat, meaning he had something to say and didn’t want Archie to see.

Juggie <3: We have a little bit of a problem… Archie’s phone is here at his house but I don’t know where he is. He’s not here.

    Y/N frantically texted back, worry starting to set it. Betty noticed that her demeanor changed from happy to something not so good, and started to question her.

    “What’s wrong? Can they not make it?” she asked.

Me: Should we call someone? I’m worried now because there’s a killer on the loose and I don’t want anything happening to him…

Juggie <3: let’s first check all the places we’d think he could be. If he doesn’t turn up, we call someone.

Me: does Fred know?

Juggie <3: no, he doesn’t need to either, he’ll just want to call the sheriff.

Me: Juggie, that’s his dad, he needs to know. Tell him please, just let him know of the plan. I’ll get Betty and we’ll go check our houses first and then the school. Maybe he went looking for us, or he’s blowing off steam on the football field, I don’t know…

    “Bets, we need to go.” Y/N said shoving her phone in her pocket. She pulled out some cash from her wallet and threw it on the table and rushed over to Pops. “Hey, can you just put my burger in a to-go container, I’m gonna come get it later, I’ve got to go do something.” She smiled and Pops nodded his head. Y/N dragged Betty out of the diner and Betty stopped in front of the door.

    “Y/N! What’s going on, what’s wrong?” Y/Ns phone buzzed again, and she looked at the message.

Juggie <3: I’ve already messaged Veronica and even Kevin to come help us. Fred knows too. Message me if you get anything. I love you.

    “Y/N! Tell me what’s going on now!” Betty yelled.

    “We don’t know where Archie is, he’s disappeared.”

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Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

anonymous asked:

Emma gives Regina a gift that's several boxes, one inside another, and Regina begins to lose patience and Emma has to coax her to keep going because the last box holds an engagement ring

Thanks for the prompt :) 

Regina frowns in confusion as Emma hands her a large box. “What’s this?” 

Emma smiles vaguely at her, “A surprise. Open it.” 

Regina continues to stare in confusion as she unwraps the box only to reveal another wrapped parcel. “I don’t get it.” 

“It’s like pass the parcel.”

“Shouldn’t you open this one then?” 

“Nope, because it’s your present,” Emma reminds her. 

“It’s not my birthday.” 

Emma rolls her eyes as she questions, “Does it have to be?” 

Regina shrugs slightly before opening the box only for the same thing to happen again. She unravels the next sheet of wrapping paper only to reveal a smaller box. “Emma…please tell me this isn’t one of your weird practical jokes.” 

“It isn’t…keep going…please…”

Regina sighs knowing she’ll keep going, to humour Emma if nothing else. She continues unwrapping parcels until finally she reaches a small square box. Regina’s breath catches as she picks it up and carefully peels off the wrapping to reveal a velvet box. 

“Emma is this…”

“Open it.” 

Regina does gasping as she sees the engagement ring, “Emma…this…is…why all the boxes?” 

Emma beams at her as she takes Regina’s hand and explains, “Sometimes the best things in life are worth waiting for…and I’ve been waiting my whole life. I never knew what for though, not until I met you. Now I know and all I want is to spend the rest of my life with you…Regina Mills will you marry me?” 

Regina grins back closing the gap between them with a joyful kiss before nodding an enthusiastic, “Yes.”