Comic dub of an Overwatch fancomic by @dogtit - featuring the voices of @hnilmik as Sombra, @totalspiffage as Tracer and Widowmaker, and myself as Reaper! There’s a big difference between hitting on someone and putting a hit on someone, Widowmaker…
Hi :) I’d like to request a Jughead x reader. But it’s a bit sad. Like he tells someone about the reader, that she was great and he loves her and stuff. And when the person he’s talking to asks where the reader is, he tells them, that she disappeared a few years ago, but no one really bothered looking for her( for some reason, idk😅) And maybe they could all start to search for her? Thanks already 🤗
A/N: I didn’t even proof read this because I got so emotional writing this. It’s probably not as intense as it felt when I was writing it but bloody hell I feel drained. If you want to get the full I-might-cry-at-any-moment experience I would highly suggest listening to the song Highspeeds by Elliot Moss. I really hope I did this request justice, any feedback would be much appreciated 💓💫
Jughead sat, slouched in his chair as he focused intently on
trying to quell the tears that were brimming in his icy eyes. Archie, Veronica
and Betty were all discussing the most efficient way to get Jughead a
girlfriend as Kevin feverishly nodded in agreement.
“You should smile more Jughead, nobody wants to date an
angsty emo y’know.”
“Veronica’s right Juggie and you need to get off your laptop
more, it makes you look unapproachable!”
“Betty’s right Jug and maybe try and lighten up with the
humor, girls don’t like people who joke about death.”
“Yes! You could totally
slay if you just put the effort in, after all there’s someone out there for
everyone,” Kevin added with terrifying enthusiasm.
He couldn’t bear it anymore, all of them talking about him
as if he were pining for a romantic companion. He didn’t need anyone, he needed her. He slammed his fist down on the table in front of him,
silencing his friends but going unnoticed by the rest of his schoolmates that
were eating lunch in the courtyard around him. A singular tear escaped from the
reddened rim of his eyes and ran down over the purple circles – accumulated after
many late nights staring intently at the bright, white illuminated screen of
his laptop – beneath and onto his pasty, slightly sunken cheeks. That was what
shocked his friends the most. Not his sudden outburst but his sudden revelation
of raw emotion. They didn’t dare to move, just awaited an explanation with wide
eyes and slackened jaws.
“I don’t need anyone so please just stop. I don’t need to
change and I don’t need to impress any girls because somehow I impressed her and she’s all that I want. I don’t
know how I did it but I did, I managed to peak the interest of a girl who’s
smile made the rays of the sun seem dim and unfulfilling. Then somehow that
innocent curiosity turned into something more, something that terrified me so
much that I lay in bed at night in my dad’s trailer wondering how I’d let myself
fall so hard and cursing myself, knowing how fractured I would be when I hit
the ground. Then one night in Pop’s she sat across from me and with tears in
her eyes, brows furrowed with sincerity and told me that she wished I could
love myself as much as she loved me. She told me that she saw a shooting star
the previous night and she had wished upon it but she hadn’t done so in vain,
she had wished that I saw myself as she saw me; emotionally strong but with the
gentlest touch, harsh but beautifully honest and imperfect but perfect to her. For
the first time in my life I saw myself in a different light because she told me
to and I clung onto her every word as if I was hanging from the edge of a
precipice and they were my lifeline. Then she leant over and placed a kiss on
my lips, except it wasn’t just a kiss, it was my salvation. With my lips
pressed against hers I felt safe for the first time in my life and at that very
moment I welcomed the feeling of falling because I was falling in love with a
who’s love was vaster than all of the oceans and who’s kindness melted even the
iciest of hearts…” Jughead’s voice trailed off as the growing lump in his throat
prevented any more words from escaping.
“Well then where is she?” Veronica asked with raised
eyebrows, lacking tact or the ability to mask her apparent confusion and doubt.
“She disappeared,” Jughead began, hoarse voice eliciting a
small gasp from each of his companions. “She disappeared and nobody cared but
me. They said she’d run away, that it was a common occurrence with girls her
age. They said she’d probably found herself an older man, a forbidden
relationship and run off with him to indulge in some naïve teenage fantasy but
I knew better. I knew she’d never do that; her selflessness wouldn’t allow it. She
would have never left knowing the pain it would have caused the people around
her…the people closest to her…me.
Something happened to her, something terrible and yet everyone just accepted
the simple explanation and moved on. I won’t move on. I can’t move on until I know what really
happened to her and it’s exhausting.”
Jughead looked up at his friends; Betty was sobbing
violently into the sleeves of her pink sweater, Veronica had teary black
streaks running down her face and Kevin was dabbing lightly at his eyes with a
perfectly folded tissue. Archie placed a calloused hand on his best friends’ slender
shoulder and his brown orbs – glistening with unshed tears – met grey ones.
“We’ll find her Jughead, all of us,” He began, auburn brows
furrowed with sincerity and concern. “We’re gonna help you find out what
happened to her no matter what, okay?”
“She was my everything Arch and nobody cared. Everybody
ignored her like she was nothing but when Jason Blossom died the entire town
rallied together even though he was an awful person. Nobody even remembers her name…” Jughead spoke in a strangled
whisper, tears now flooding down his ghostly face.
Haruka wanders over to Nagisa, placing his right hand on his shoulder, and in that instant, tears well up in Nagisa’s eyes as he begins to bawl loudly, wrapping Haruka in a big hug, heedless of those looking on around them.
Haruka shows no surprise or hesitation, though, only settling his hand softly on Nagisa’s head. “…Next up is the finals.”
“Yeah… Haru-chan! Haru-chan…!” After glancing up to look Haruka in his face, Nagisa goes back to weeping into his chest.
Prompt: After running into your clingy ex boyfriend, you seek out the first man you find to be your fake boyfriend to get him off your tail. You never expected that first man to be Oliver Queen.
Pairing: Oliver x Reader
It was a sunny day, a happy day. It was the first time in a long time that you actually found the time to be happy for yourself, especially since the recent breakup with your 2-year-boyfriend. Everybody had thought you would be upset about it, your friend had planned on you burying yourself in your apartment all day, stuffing your face with ice cream and playing all the breakup movies. They were shocked to find you already out in the city.
It has been a week and it’s the first day you had managed to get Adam to leave you alone since, with the constant calls and text messages. You decided to leave your phone inside your apartment and go for a walk around the Glades…
… which turned out to be a really bad idea. As soon as you turned a corner, you saw Adam right there, and you didn’t have time to duck back around the corner before he saw you, too.
“Y/N!” he called out, waving his hand over his head for you to see him. He jogged over to you, leaving his group of friends, but you were already crossing the street to get away from him. “Y/N, where are you going?” He started following you. Great.