Wade and the other girls from the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants plan a trip to Cabot Cove.
Actually, I made a call. It was to the costumer. His name is Laird, he usually helps me put the suit on. I don’t know how the other guys do it so quickly. You probably wouldn’t be dead if it was Logan. What does he gotta change into? The guy wears a f*cking tank top and a pair of jeans. - Deadpool 2 (2018) Teaser Trailer
After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.
Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?
“Why’s everyone staring at us?” Sam asked as the four of you walked through the town of Riverdale.
You looked around and saw that people indeed were staring at you guys. You looked down at your outfit of a black tank top, plaid jacket, and jeans which were ripped a bit at the knees.
“They’re staring at us? We should be staring at them. They look like a modern version of the fifties.” he said.
“Dean.” Castiel chastised.
“What?” Dean asked. “They do.”
You smiled and shook your head, continuing your walk.
“Hey,” Sam said stopping.
The rest of you stopped, turning to him as he nodded to something behind of you. You faced forward again, seeing a small diner with sign above it.
““Pop’s,”” he said. “Guess that’s where we’re eating.”
“I’ve had worse.” you said as the four of you walked the short distance to the diner in silence.
“Alright,” Dean said as everyone stopped outside the diner.
“Sam, Cas, and I’ll go to that gas station next door and ask anyone if there’s a motel close by. Y/N, you go in the diner and find us a booth.”
“Yeah, sure,” you said. “See you in a few.”
The boys went in the opposite direction as you walked up the stairs to Pop’s. The bell jingled as you opened the front door and you breathed in the familiar scent of a diner. You walked over the counter to where a man was cleaning the tabletop off.
“Can I help you?” he asked, looking up.
You looked up at the man across the counter, presumably Pop.
“Uh, yeah, can I have four waters to start, please?”
“Thanks.” you muttered as Pop got started on your order. You took a seat in a booth closest to the door, unaware of the four people across the diner who had been watching you the entire time.
“Well, I for one am excited for the game,” Veronica began. “Because…”
As the Lodge girl trailed off, Jughead, Archie, and Betty looked at her.
“Ronnie?” Archie asked.
“Who’s she?” Veronica asked, ignoring the ginger’s question.
The three of them followed her gaze to the girl ordering something from Pop Tate at the counter.
Jughead was taken aback by you. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something about you that just struck him. As you sat down in your booth, Jughead’s mind raced.
Was it the way you dressed? Or maybe—
“I’ve never seen her before,” Betty said, snapping Jughead out his thoughts. “But she can’t be new. No one transfers schools in the middle of the school year.”
“Should we invite her to sit with us?” Archie asked as he turned back to Veronica.
“Yeah, sure,” Ronnie said. “She looks— oh hello.”
At Veronica’s purr, everyone turned back to what she was looking at. Sam, Dean, and Castiel all entered Pop’s. The three men caught sight of you in your booth and sat down next to you and across from you. As the four of you began to talk, the teens tried to hear what you were saying but to no avail.
“So there’s a motel about a quarter mile ahead. Called the Moon Motel. Only one in town.” Dean said as he and Castiel sat across from you.
You nodded as Sam sat down next from you.
“Okay,” you said. “I ordered us all waters to start. Didn’t get you food though. Wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for.”
Dean cleared his throat as he picked up a menu and started reading it.
“Pie,” he proclaimed. “Cherry pie.”
Pie. You loved it. But it had made you sick as a dog when you had gotten—
The smile disappeared from your face and you quickly shook your head, removing that thought from your head. You wouldn’t think about that today.
“You okay?” Sam asked, looking at you.
You looked up and realized your brothers and the angel were looking at you.
“Uh, y-yeah,” you stammered, running a hand through your hair. “Just wondering what we’re gonna wear for the next few days. I mean, no offense, Dean, but you smell.”
Sam bit back a smile at your remark while Dean glared at you.
“I can get us some fake credit cards.” Cas cut in.
You rose your eyebrows at him.
“In this place?” you asked.
“I can try.” the angel replied.
You sighed as you sat back in your chair, picking your menu up.
“Alright.” you answered as the four of you entered a comfortable silence.
The teens watched you and the three others curiously.
“Who are they?” Betty asked quietly.
“I don’t know,” she said as she took a sip of her milkshake. “But I like the one that’s sitting next to the one in that trench coat.” she said slyly.
Archie groaned and Jughead’s face twisted up as if he had tasted something sour.
“That’s gross, Ronnie.” Betty said.
Veronica shrugged and the four of them resumed looking at the strangers across the room only to freeze when they saw you were looking straight back at them.
“Why don’t you take a picture?” you snapped loudly. “It’ll last longer.”
The men in your booth turned to look at the Core Four who quickly looked away, not wanting to face their wrath as well.
“Damn.” Jughead muttered.
Guess you didn’t like to play around.
Sam looked back at you after your outburst with an impressed expression on his face.
“I’m just hungry, okay?” you mumbled, looking back down at your menu.
“That’s my girl.” he said.
You gave a small smile before the silence enveloped your booth again. You glanced up again only to see the raven-haired teenager from the booth you had yelled at looking at you curiously. The other teens had their heads down, evidently scarred by your scolding.
But not him.
You debated yelling at him again before deciding you were too hungry to get into a fight at this time. You sighed, eyes going back to your menu.
What even was this place?
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Jack blinks his slow way out of sleep. He’s warm, despite the lack of comforter. Warm, though he’s only wearing shorts. There’s light glinting at him, sunshine through the window, and Jack blinks against it, still trying to make sense of the strange warmth. Strange warmth, and strange sound, too. Another person’s breathing. Another person’s body. Next to his. Jack eases up onto his elbow.
Oh, that’s right. That’s right. Bittle’s here. Bittle’s in his bed.
Today in Phys ED, our principle went over the dress code and specifically talked about the girl’s clothes. When asked why she didn’t cover the male dress code, she responded with “Guys brains are always in the gutter. Trust me, I’ve been married for over 40 years. My husband’s still in the gutter. Us girls have to cover up for the boys.” I was super pissed, not only because she’s blaming us for being a distraction, but because she was dumbing guys down to be nothing more than perverted idiots with no impulse control. I can’t wear heels over 3 inches because it’ll distract guys? Fuck off.
The girls went into the gym where the guys were, and all of the guys had rolled up their sleeves to be tank tops, and rolled the stomach part up to be a crop top. They were screaming ‘AS AN AMERICAN, WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO BARE ARMS!!!’
Apparently they had overheard what we were being told.
For all of class, the guys in first period PE were rocking skin and promoting equality. It was priceless.
Imagine: Being A New Waitress At Patsy’s, And Hooking Up With Lip.
Lip Gallagher x Reader
Warning: smut, sex, public sex
“Where the fuck am I?” You grumbled to yourself, looking up and down the block. With a flyer in hand, you continued to walk down the busy street. A bright sign caught your attention, making you sigh in relief.
Patsy’s Pies was written in big red letters on the display board, with a yellow background. Glancing down at the paper in your hand, you confirmed it was the same place you were looking for. Crossing the street at some run down laundromat, you walked through the two doors, the smell of greasy foods hitting your nose. Biting your lip, you glanced around, spotting a row of empty chairs at the counter. Grabbing a seat, you plopped down, reaching for a menu from the stack next to you. After a few minutes of pondering what to order, a waitress approached you, giving you a polite smile
“Ready to order?”
“Um, yes. But first, I found this flyer saying that this place was hiring. Do you know if there are any open spots left?” You said, showing her the flyer. With a quick glance at it, she nodded, putting her ordering pad into her apron pocket.
“Yeah, hold on let me get Fiona,” she called, walking away from you and into the back. With a happy sigh, you glanced around the place. There wasn’t many people around, seeing as it was just after the lunch rush. A brown haired guy caught your attention. He was wearing a white tank top, with an apron wrapped around his waist. He stacked plates, cups, and silverware into a plastic tray, before wiping down the table. You leaned your head slightly, looking him up and down.
“Not bad…” you muttered to yourself, before noticing out of the corner of your eyes a different woman approaching you. This woman gave you a tired smile, the sleeves on her blue button up shirt rolled up, her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail.
“My name is Fiona, I’m the manager at this here establishment. I heard that you came for a job, huh?” You nodded, handing her your resumè.
“Yes, I know there isn’t much on my resume but-”
“W-what?” You said incredulously, staring at her with wide eyes.
“You’re hired. When can you start?”
“A-Any time you want! I can start now if you need me!” You said, smiling widely as your heart pumped faster. You were so excited at getting a new job. You were let go of your other job at a gas station, so you were glad to be able to get back to work to pay your bills. While this job isn’t the best paying job, it was still enough for you to be able to get by at your one bedroom apartment. You grinned happily as Fiona led you behind the counter, showing you what you were going to do.
“Sorry Lip, more dishes,” you said, dumping a large pile of dishes into a bin next to the sink. Lip groaned, wiping his forehead on his arm, stepping back to take a break. You eyes him curiously as he took off his rubber gloves, turning to you with an amused look. You raised an eyebrow in suspicion, before he answered your unsaid question.
“Wanna go out back for a smoke?” You shrugged your shoulder, agreeing. Following him to the back door, you grabbed your jacket from the rack, putting it on as Lip opened the door, cold air making goosebumps rise on your arm. Watching silently as Lip pulled out a cigarette, you pulled out a lighter from your coat pocket. After lighting the end of the cigarette, you pulled away, looking up at the dark night sky. It was almost 8 at night, but it was quiet as if it was 3 in the morning. You watched as puffs of breath left your mouth, your gaze turning to Lip. You raised an eyebrow as you noticed he was already staring back at you.
In a swift movement, Lip threw the still lit cigarette on the floor, pushing you against the wall. Before you could make a sound, his lips were on yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him close, you kissed back ferociously, letting out all your pinned up sexual frustration. Without breaking the heated kiss, Lip unzipped your coat, pulling it off your shoulders. You gasped as your back hit the cold brick wall behind you, the chill seeping through your shirt.
You leaned your head back with a moan, as Lip kissed down your jawline, sucking on your neck. His fingers skimmed down your sides, before coming to the waistband to your uniform shorts. Fumbling slightly, he managed to unzip them, shoving his hands down your panties. A gasp left you as you bit your lip, trying to keep quiet as Lip’s fingers teased your clit, before slowly entering you with two fingers. Gulping, you looked back and forth down the alleyway, making sure no one was around to see you. When you were sure no one was around, you let your fingers travel to Lip’s zipper, unbuckling his belt, and unzipping his pants.
Lip pulled your shorts down to your knees, before turning you around and bending you over. Moaning as his hand glided across your ass, you watched anxiously over your shoulder as he pulled his pants down some, revealing his long cock. You bit your lip at the sight of it, his hand slowly pumping it in long strokes. You turned your head back to face the wall as Lip lined himself up to you. With one hand on the brick wall, and one to your mouth, your eyes rolled back as you bit your sleeve, his length slowly sliding inside you. With steady strokes, he pumped inside you, muttering a few curses, as you hung your head, you mouth open in silent moans. One of his hands gripped your hip, while the other reached around to tease your clit some more, causing your knees to buckle.
Lip’s strokes became more sloppy as you felt yourself tighten around him, your stomach clenching as you felt your orgasm coming closer. His pants were loud as he started jerking his hips forward hard, hitting your G-spot multiple times, sending you over the edge. You moaned around your shirt sleeve, your knees giving out, forcing Lip to hold you up. After a few more thrust, you felt him cum inside you, filling you with his sticky, hot liquid. Slowly pulling out, he groaned, his head lulling back as he breathed heavily. Gathering yourself, you pulled up your panties and shorts, zipping them up and buttoning the button. Lip watched you with his pants still around his ankles, as you picked up your discarded jacket, reaching for the door.
“Next time, can you wear a condom?” You asked with a smirk and a wink, leaving the dazed man outside in the cold, his pants around him ankles, his eyes wide.