Request by @mr-robot-x : How would Jeff react when the reader dies in the accident instead of him. Clay and Justin support him.
A/N: I really enjoyed writing this, i listened to soooo many sad songs while writing this and idek how many times i watched my baby Jeff’s death scene and cried. Two of my friends read this and they cried. WE NEED TO PROTECT MY BABY, HE IS TOO PURE FOR THIS CRUEL WORLD
Saturn - Sleeping at last
If I die young - The band perry (iconic song in my opinion)
My immortal - Evanescence
People help the people - Birdy
Moments - One Direction
The whole playlist for 13rw
It was never supposed to happen this way. It should have been me! If that stupid stop sign wasn’t down and if I wasn’t drunk maybe things wouldn’t have ended this way.
*flashback* Y/N POV
As you got ready for the first party of the year, settling on a black romper and flats, you get a text from Jeff.
”be there by 20:30 x”
As you finished doing your hair, you heard your parents and who you presumed to be Jeff. As you walked into the kitchen it was as if he could sense your presence because he turned to you and flashed you a smile that was reserved only for you. You stood next to him and he wrapped his arm around your waist and pressed a loving kiss on your forehead. The drive to Jessica’s house was in a comfortable silence, with you humming to the tune of whatever song was on the radio and Jeff focusing on the road and having his hand resting on your leg.
You both stayed together for the duration of the party, as usual. You decided it was best that you not drink seeing that Jeff decided to play beer pong and someone will have to be the designated driver. You saw Clay and Hannah together and it looked like things were going well. Anyone could see that they liked each other if you paid enough attention. It seemed like the two were just waiting for the other to make the first move. Jeff was really doing a good deed by helping Clay, and from what you’ve heard, Hannah deserves happiness after everything the people at this school has put her through.
It was getting late, so you decided it be best that you and Jeff leave before he gets too drunk, knowing that he will regret it tomorrow morning. As you drove, Jeff filled the silence, “We should go for breakfast tomorrow”, he spoke. You smiled at him, “How about lunch? I don’t think your hangover is going to let you leave bed before 10″, you looked at him and laughed. But you were cut short by the sound of screeching tyres and crash, and everything suddenly went black.
You could hear a voice scream your name, no wait two voices. “y/n wake up, baby please just move, open your eyes. Do something so i know you’re okay please.” Jeff. “Jeff we have to get you out!” said the second voice. “NO! She needs to be okay Clay!” Clay, it’s Clay. You tried, you really tried to move but it was like you were stuck in cement. You wanted to just wrap your arms around Jeff and tell him that everything was going to be okay. That’s when you heard the sirens, the ambulance, Jeff still calling out your name. It pained you to hear him call and you not being able to do anything. It all sounded so distant, it sounded like it was happening miles away from the place you were. But what you heard next didn’t feel distant, it felt like it was being screamed into your ear. “Driver, female, late teens, time of death: 00:26.″
*present* Jeff’s POV
It’s been three days. Three days since I lost her. As I walk into school, everyone looks at me with sympathy and there’s road safety posters plastered everywhere. Are you fucking kidding me? “follow the rules of the road”, “road safety isn’t a joke.” Maybe if the fucking stop sign was up she would still be here.
“Jeff, wait up”
“I’m not gonna ask how you’re holding up, but you’re my friend and I need to know if you’re gonna be okay at school.”
“I don’t know anymore, there was this part of me hoping she would be there waiting at my locker like she usually does, standing there with open arms ready to tell me it was all a nightmare and that she wouldn’t leave me.”
“Hey listen, everything becomes too much, just tell me and we can put our lessons on hold.”
“No, no don’t do that. She believed in me Clay, she always believed I would would get my grades up and play again and I can at least do that for her.”
“Jeff you know I’m always gonna be here okay? Just don’t do anything you’ll regret, just talk to me okay?”
“yeah thanks Clay”
*2 months later*
She would be proud, y/n would be proud. I got my grades up and coach is going to let me play again. I just wish she was her to see this. “And now stepping up to the plate, Liberty High’s golden boy has returned, Jeff Atkins!”
As I walked onto the field I felt like everything was coming together. I took my position, ready to use all my built up anger and frustration and hit the ball. That’s when I heard it, I looked into the crowd to see where that voice came from but no one was there. I shook it off and got into position again, then there she was, the biggest smile and cheering me on from “her spot” in the crowd and i froze, the bat falling to my feet as i stood there staring at the place she would always stand during my games.
“Jeff! hey man what happened? you good?” someone said as they placed their hand on my shoulder, forcing me to move my gaze from the crowd. “She was there, I heard her voice and I thought I saw her Justin.” “Jeff she’s not there, I’m sorry.” “She was always at my games, she wouldn’t miss any of them. She was my lucky charm.” “Jeff there’s something you need to know about the night of the accident. I-uh Hannah said something after she died, but I can’t say anything. Sheri is the only one who can tell you what really happened that night….”
Request from the lovely @crystalbaby12 for a Jax x Reader based on the following prompt:
#78 - “I need you to be my girlfriend for about 5 minutes.”
Sorry I didn’t include both prompts that you originally asked for!!! Hope you still like it x
A whistle catches your attention, Jax smiling widely at you from across the room. Getting up, you move over to him, eye brows raised in question.
“Last time I checked, I’m not a dog. My name will do if you need my attention.” He continues to grin as you eventually end up smiling, a common reaction when faced with the man you love.
“I always need your attention, darlin.” he flirts, the playful banter a daily occurrence for the two of you. Though you expect it’s harmless on his end, you can’t help but fall deeper and harder for him, him having no idea about your feelings.
“Doesn’t everyone?” you ask sarcastically, moving to stand beside him, the two of you watching as Gemma and some of the others set the table, a family dinner about to take place. You had of course been invited, Gemma loving you like her own, you and Jax being as close as can be since the two of you met each other four years ago.
“You know how you love me?” Your heart stops for a moment, until your mind catches up and realise he’s just talking platonically, your face flushing all the same. “I need you to do me a favour.”
“Is that so? What’s in it for me?” you question, lifting your bottle of beer to your lips, Jax watching you intently. He continues to smile at you, the look of pure adoration as clear as day to outsiders. But not to you.
“Can’t you just help me out of the goodness of your pretty, pretty heart? You wound me.“ He places his hand on his chest, faux offense on his face. Rolling your eyes, you nudge his body with your own, your skin tingling at the connection.
“What do you need?” You wait for him to respond, genuine curiosity on your face. You had no idea what he needed from you, but knowing Jax, it wouldn’t be simple.
“I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes.” The alcohol gets stuck in your throat at his request, an unattractive cough breaking out as you try to recompose yourself. Jax chuckles, shaking his head as he watches you with amusement, liking that he can catch you off guard after all this time.
“No way! I refuse to put myself through such torture.” you say, covering up for the fact that you’d actually love to be his girlfriend. Not just for five minutes, though. For a lot longer.
“You haven’t even heard my reasons yet!” he laughs, used to your stubborn behavior. He grabs your hand, his huge one covering your smaller one so perfectly, his skin warm and comforting as he leads you outside the back, the others not noticing as you slip away.
Once you’re outside, Jax pulls a cigarette from his pocket, offering you one in the process, you declining. “Those things’ll kill you, you know.”
“I’ve heard there’s quite a queue, they’ll have to get in line.” Jax jests, his lungs inhaling the nicotine before the smoke escapes from his lips, your fingers tightly gripping your bottle as you remind yourself to breathe.
“So, please entertain me. Why do you need me to fake date you? I’m sure you’re not short on potential candidates.” You hike yourself up onto the brick wall, your boots just about touching the floor.
“Straight to the point, as usual.” He takes a seat next to you, your thigh brushing his in such a delightful way. “My mom has invited some chick round, thinks we’d get on well.”
You feel like you’ve been punched in the gut, the thought of Jax with somebody else so painful even though you should be used to it by now, females seeming to be everywere he goes.
“You never know, you might like her. Your mom has good taste.” you encourage, trying to keep your expression as natural as possible, not wanting to let on how you really feel about this idea.
Jax shrugs, taking his last drag before throwing the stub to the floor, his eyes finding yours, you looking down from the intensity of his gaze. “Of course she has good taste. She’s been trying to hook us up for years.”
You smile into your lap, a red hot blush covering your cheeks as butterflies flutter in your stomach as Jax gauges your reaction.
“Is that so?” you challenge, the tension between the two of you rising as you look up at Jax, determined to hold his gaze as your faces stay only inches apart.
Jax hums in confirmation, his tongue running over his bottom lip. You break away, your eyes moving in front of you. His thigh moves from yours as he pushes himself off the wall, his body coming to stand in front of you as he pulls you up, you letting him.
“This is new.” you say as Jax pulls you closer to him, his hands resting on your back to keep you from moving away, not that you would. Nevertheless, you remain stiff, not wanting to make a move incase it’s too much.
Jax senses this, rolling his eyes dramatically, huffing as he leads your arms, placing them around his neck, his hands going back to where they were before as you’re pressed up against one another.
“Does that bother you?” he mumurs, the distance between you so small that even if he whispered, you’d hear it as clear as day. You shrug your shoulders shyly, your cheeks definitely a bright shade of red. “You’ve gotta get used to this if you wanna be convincing.”
You can’t control your change in moods as you realise Jax is only doing all of this so you’ll help him get rid of some chick, a sigh leaving your lips as you push at his chest, a confused expression on his face as he removes his grip from you, you stepping back to create distance.
“Is that all I’m useful for, hm? Helping you make excuses so your entourage backs off?” Jax goes to defend himself, you stopping him with your hand. “Save it, Jackson. Thanks for making it clear.”
“Making what clear? What are you talking about?” He grabs your wrist as you turn away, you snatching your arm back as if you’ve been burnt by his touch. He looks completely clueless as he studies you, you trying to compose yourself before you start blubbering in front of him.
“I’m talking about us!” you say, gesturing between the two of you. Sighing, you run your hand through your fringe, trying to think before you speak. “I get that I’m not enough for you, that all I’ll ever be is a friend. But really, asking me to be your girlfriend for five minutes before you drop me again? I’ll pass, thanks.”
“I didn’t think you’d mind! You’ve done it for me before-” Jax stops mid sentence, realisation hitting him in the face like a bus. You frown as he begins to smile, his tongue slipping out of his mouth slightly as he nods towards you. “You’re jealous aren’t you?”
You freeze for a moment, shock on your face, before you feign disgust. Scoffing, you cross your arms defensively. “You wish.”
“Don’t try and lie to me, don’t forget I know you better than anyone.” You curse under your breath as you realise you’ve stepped in a big pile of metaphorical dog shit, and you’re unable to see a way out of it. “You like me.”
“Obviously. You’re my best friend.” you say, trying to remain casual. Jax slowly moves closer to you, you moving backwards until you come into contact with the side of the house, the brick firm against your back. Jax continues to move as you stand, trapped, your palms sweaty due to your nerves.
“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” he teases, his hands being placed either side of your head as he boxes you in, his face hovering just above yours. “You like me, like me.
“What are you, twelve?” You keep your eyes focused on his, your anxiety almost getting the better of you. Your stomach flips when you see his gaze flick to your lips, you swallowing nervously.
He moves even closer to you, your eyes fluttering closed as he brushes his nose against yours, his breath fanning onto your lips. “I don’t hear any denial.”
“Just kiss me if you’re going to, you idiot.” You open your eyes quick enough to catch Jax with slight shock on his face, before you close them again at the feel of his lips upon yours. You grip his shirt in your fist as you enjoy the moment you’ve been dreaming about for years.
Jax sucks on your bottom lip teasingly, a moan erupting from inside of you. You’re embarrassed for a moment, that is until Jax moans in response, his hands sliding to your ass as he squeezes, lifting you up and pushing you against the brick.
“Guys-” Chibs’ voice interrupts the two of you, his sentence cut short as he sees how you’re occupied. He smirks, you red faced as Jax remains calm and collected. “Gemma is looking for you. No rush, though, take your time.”
He winks at the two of you before disappearing back inside, Jax still holding you as you wiggle to get down. Chuckling, Jax complies with your request, placing you carefully back on the floor. “Continue this later?”
You hum, slipping your fingers up his shirt, his skin warm as he flexes under your touch. Leaning up, you move to his ear, your hand drifting to the waistband of his boxers.
“We’ll see.” With that, you separate from him quickly, slipping back inside with a parting wink.
A/N - Longer than usual but I hope you guys liked it anyway! Xxx
I shouldn’t be doing this :3c but meh, also have two versions too ‘cuz idk if I should adapt the colors for Laz, Pidge is Peri already, so no prob at all, except that now I’m picturing Peri saying “my name is Lapis, I’m SO emo” with a trash pile-made Lapis
I promise this is a 99.99% KS content blog, but I want to take a moment to gush about my favorites in the psychological/horror genre (some which might be even more fucked up than KS even).
1. DEAD TUBE (ongoing) This is one of my all-time favorite ongoing manga. It. Is. BLOODY. There’s gore everywhere and there’s always someone losing some limbs or dying. There’s this site called… you guessed it: Dead Tube. It’s like Youtube or Vine but about a million times ‘WTF’. The aim is to create videos that will shock as many people as possible. People will murder, torture, do sexual acts, take unsolicited videos of other people, and pretty much do every single fucked up thing imaginable on the list. Once you’re trapped in the game you can’t get out. If your videos don’t get many views, you get killed. Every single character in the manga is batshit crazy. There’s extreme violence, gore, and nudity every chapter. KS is probably ten times tamer, so if it’s your limit, I suggest you at least tread lightly at first. (NSFW pictures under cut).
Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero.
Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This
fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too
good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums,
Reader x Yoongi
Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst
Warnings: Strong language at times
certainly looked the part. Dress slacks, light-blue blouse, a blazer with the
sleeves rolled up once. You were even wearing heels, much to your distaste. You
had bought your slacks at a consignment store cheap, and they fit other than
the length. You planned to either have them hemmed or buy new ones as soon as
you got your first pay check, but for now you would have to survive without
elevator you were standing in was basically a box of mirrors, and everywhere
you looked you saw yourself. It was a little disconcerting, so you tried to
focus on your phone. You felt the elevator stop, and you glanced up at the
numbers on the wall. You were only on the fifth floor, so you guessed someone
else must be going up as well.
were right, and watched as two young men stepped into the elevator with you.
The taller of the two gave you a smile as the other almost pressed the button
for the tenth floor, noticed it was already lit up, and dropped his hand.
must be the new secretary.” He commented, and you raised your eyebrows.
how did you—“
know everyone on the tenth floor.” The taller man replied. “My name’s Seokjin,
by the way.” He held out his hand for you to shake.
to meet you.” You said, giving them both a smile. “I look forward to getting to
know you both.”
count on it.” The second man snorted.
shot the other man a look, and hit his arm lightly. “Jimin, don’t scare the
girl off on her first day.” Jimin shrugged, unperturbed.
do you mean, ‘don’t count on it’?” You asked, and Jimin smiled.
“I mean, you won’t be around long enough to
get to know us.” He looked over to Seokjin. “I’d give her a week, tops.”
sighed. “Such a pessimist.” He chided before sizing you up. “She’ll last a
Imagine: Shawn reacting to you wearing that polka dot shirt 🙃
The jar of tomato sauce slipped from your hands and onto the counter, sauce spilling all over you and onto the floor.
You scramble to get a dishrag to clean up the offending sauce before you disrobe and toss your stained garments into the wash. You’re literally running through the house topless in your underwear to make your way into the bedroom to find something to cover up. Shawn’s duffel bag is still at the foot of the bed, open but untouched. Laying on top was the dark button up shirt, the one with the polka dots, that you liked a lot.
“Why the hell not?” you ask yourself before taking it out of the bag and putting it on, buttoning only a couple buttons down the middle. Then you’re off back to the kitchen to finish making dinner and hopefully not make another mess this time.
Pairing/Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha Romanoff,
Bucky Barnes Warnings: Angst, the smallest bit of fluff, some deaths, blood Summary: It’s been months since your last
encounter with Steve, is there any chance you’ll take him back? Word Count: 1.6k+ A/N: I am so overwhelmed by the amount of love and reactions from I Am Not Peggy! Because of all of that love, I started writing part two last night and just finished it off now… I wanna thank the bucky to my steve, @sickplanets for beta’ing this story, her reaction was priceless, i’m gonna insert a photo, give me a second:
Hello all! I’m sorry to put drama on your dashboards, but yesterday some information was brought to me and I need to be entirely clear and open about some things in order to protect myself, and hopefully to protect you guys too.
I have only one character in the game, Syrena Kalihd, and that will never change.
I am not Selene Kalihd (also known as @jaybartram / @princess-zeldaluna / Zelda Luna), and I have no ties whatsoever to this person. They are a pathological liar who lies and manipulates to knowingly and purposefully take character appearances and names, and then attempts to paint themselves as an innocent and unwitting party to gain sympathy. After the recent occurrence of someone making a duplicate of a character named Empress Quistis and using the false blog to slander that person’s name by sending hateful messages, I am more than a little wary of people taking other people’s character names and faces, and I feel I need to make it 100% clear that they are someone who made a willful decision to copy me, and they are not in any way an alt or secondary character of mine.
I am not someone who feels that similarities in character appearance warrant upset; the ffxiv character creator is fairly limited, and coincidental similarities or even duplicates are to be expected. But an active attempt to copy my character’s appearance and name is something that I’m uncomfortable with, and I am made even more uncomfortable by the fact that when questioned, Zelda claimed she doesn’t know me/has never seen me/did not copy me, despite that all of this is clearly untrue.
I will be presenting evidence; not because I am upset at the copying, but because I am upset at the lying, double dealing, and manipulation this person has exhibited, and I need to prove that this is not a coincidental similarity.
HELLO ANON THANK YOU I CAN’T SHOUT ENOUGH HOW MUCH I LOVE THESE TWO OMG
falls asleep on the couch
Fucking Jack like u know it’s Jack. I bet he slept on that gross Haus couch at least once. Bitty fusses about what it’ll do to his posture (shut up Bitty u pass out wherever there’s an open horizontal surface if you’ve been up long enough)
makes friends with the neighbors
BITTY!!!! They move into their new house and Bitty know every neighbor by name plus their favorite pie flavor by the end of like two days and Jack still hasn’t actually said hello to anybody
is the adventurous eater
Haha both? Bitty less so mostly because he generally knows what he’s eating. Jack just… says yes to shit. Like if Bitty tells him to try something he doesn’t even need to know, he just eats it, because Bits said to and Bits has never, ever, ever led him astray
hogs the covers at night
Eric “I was raised under the Georgia Sun” Bittle. Jack “20 Degrees is warm” Zimmermann doesn’t mind too much.
forgets to do the dishes
BITTY. He likes to bake. He hates to clean up. “Forget” is a generous term. But Jack doesn’t mind too much about cleaning up since Bitty usually makes dinner.
tries to surprise their partner more often
Both omg. They’re hopeless. It’s like a prank war but with gifts?
leaves dirty laundry on the floor
Bitty. Jack is methodical and neat. Bitty would rather be on Twitter or making stuff.
stays up til 2 AM reading
Jack. Bits is up too but he’s on his social networks, or stress baking. But Jack just reads and reads and doesn’t even realize the time’s gone by.
sings in the shower
BRUH IT’S CANONICALLY BITTY LIKE
takes the selfies
Literally a day does not go by without at least ten selfies from Eric R. Bittle
plans date night
I think Jack. I feel like Bitty, while good at planning group things, doesn’t take time regularly to plan dates, while Jack just… plans stuff to do with Bitty while on his morning run
(Below) On the left, I am wearing a men’s 2X t-shirt that was extremely tight on me in high school; it needed to be a 3X. It’s the only article of clothing I have left from those days. I wish I kept others! On the right, I am graduating high school and at or close to my highest recorded weight (312 lbs). I’ve written a lot more about my proper story if you’d like to read it here. But, I want to talk a little more about the person I was and am today. My weight loss journey started after a sleep apnea and prediabetes diagnosis my Freshman year of college. I also was seeing the beginnings of mobility issues. I decided against CPAP, knew type 2 diabetes would be soon if I didn’t change my lifestyle, and started losing the weight.
Girl on the Left
she takes care of herself
she believes in all her talents, charisma, humor, creativity, and smarts
she doesn’t back down from a challenge
she can reign in difficult situations and coolly formulate a plan
she can leg press the 170 lbs she’s lost (and is only going to lift more)
she can run a half marathon
she was given a clean bill of health
she doesn’t want to hide anymore
she doesn’t bottle her emotions anymore
she shares her story; the good and bad, hoping it helps others
she approaches people
she tells someone when they’ve wronged her
she is worth it
Girl on the Right
she wouldn’t dream of showing people the music she’s written
she thinks all her art and poetry is awful, too
she thinks everything she says is weird and awkward
she overthinks absolutely everything
she solves all her problems; temporarily, with food and soda
it is painful for her to move and complete simple tasks despite only being 18
she can’t breathe while she sleeps
she worries about how long she’ll live, even at this very young age
she thinks her problems and emotions are trivial and not worth sharing with anyone
she thinks she just needs to suck it up
she opens up to no one
she wants to hide and locks herself in her bedroom
she feels trapped
I don’t like to think in terms of before and after, because many of these internal changes happened much, much sooner. They have to! And, it’s never over, either. This is a path I’ve chosen for the rest of my life and it will always need upkeep from me. Sometimes I revert to terrible mindsets and habits. It just happens! While I’m different in so many ways, in a strange way I’m also not. I’m merely free now. I’m the same person, just risen above her circumstances. They still crafted me, but I direct them now. I’m not an actor in my own life. I own this life. My name is first on that damn credits list. Mine. All mine. I did this. Me.
I want to share many glimpses between the two points in time I’ve shared today because everything is really a “during,” isn’t it?
She started smiling a lot
She acted like a damn fool
She learned many new talents, moved to a big city, and played fiddle in the park
She started wearing clothes that made her feel good, not camouflaged
One more side-by-side. People seem pretty amused to find out about the goth phase, and I still love metal and spooky stuff! I was a sophomore in high school on the right.
prompt: future married sanvers run into maggie's parents while walking down the street
know you want to live close to work, but there’s no way you’re
going to find a house with a yard in that neighborhood,” Maggie
swung hers and Alex’s intertwined hands together.
took a sip of her coffee and passed it to Maggie who took a sip as
well. “I know, but…I just want something with some green space
could find an apartment across the street from a park.” Maggie
offered. She finished off the coffee and tossed the empty cup into a
nearby trash bin. “And there is always that open unit in Kara’s
building. It’s two bedrooms so we can have that home office we’ll
you sure you want to live in Kara’s building?” Alex opened the
door of the small diner, holding it for Maggie.
let go of her hand and walked in past her. “I’m sure. She’s
over all the time anyway and she’s my sister-in-law now.” Maggie
dropped a kiss on Alex’s cheek as she walked past. “Plus, I need
a charades partner now that you have taken Winn as yours.”
good at a lot of things, babe,” Alex smiled, walking in after
Maggie. “Charades is not one of them.”
party of two,” the hostess spoke before they could even get to her.
you called ahead,” Alex put her hand on Maggie’s back. “You
used her maiden name, but you still called ahead.”
didn’t call ahead,” Maggie looked to the metal chairs sitting
against the window that served as the waiting area. Even as she did,
her heart pounded in her ears. Getting up from the chairs were the
two last people she every wanted to see, especially on her honeymoon.