Anon requests: Hey! Omg your Jughead series Beanies and Negotiations are fantastic and very well written, I’m new here and I’m already a fan. I was wondering if you took any requests? If you do I was wondering if you could write a jughead imagine, where reader is new to town, she’s very shy at first but is smart and witty just like Jughead. She actually hides a really dark past which is why she’s so shy, Jughead is beyond curious, trying to figure her out and help her while falling for her. smut or fluff! ^_^
Jughead imagine with reader being new to town and shy!! PS love your writing
heeeyy ^_^ could you write a jugheadxreader imagine where she’s new to riverdale and she has a huge crush on him and his smart witty comments but she’s really shy and he tries to figure her out (maybe she has a secret!) fluff or smut at the end if you write that please ^_^ your writing is amazing btw, don’t ever stop!
Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Description: New girls can’t hide in a small town like Riverdale
Word count: 1,188
A/N: this one ends with a cliffhanger, so brace yourselves. Enjoy!
Jughead sat in his usual booth at Pop’s Chock’lit Shoppe, writing his story about Jason Blossom. His focus was interrupted when he heard the jingle of the bell, signaling that a new customer had arrived. He looked up and saw an unfamiliar face, which struck his curiosity. Familiar faces were an extremely rare occurrence in a town as small as Riverdale. The stranger walked up to the counter, and requested an order under the last name of (Y/L/N). Jughead narrowed his eyes as he tried to recall if that name was familiar, but his mind reached a dead end. While she waited, the new girl scanned the diner. Her eyes landed on a mysterious figured sitting in a booth near the back with nothing but a laptop and a coffee cup on his table. They made eye contact, and for a second (Y/N) considered going over to the stranger’s booth and trying to get to know them, but then the waiter brought her food and she exited the diner.
He saw her again three days later, sitting in his usual booth. There was an untouched chocolate milkshake in front of her, all of her attention focused on her book.
“Wuthering Heights?” he inquired, stepping closer towards the booth. Setting her book down, the girl looked up at Jughead. She nodded. “You’re in my booth, you know.” The girl’s eyes widened and she grabbed her book, getting ready to leave.
“Sorry,” she mumbled as she stood up.
“I didn’t say you have to leave,” Jughead explained, gesturing for her to sit back down. “I’m just warning you that I’m gonna join you.” A small smile grew on the girl’s face as she returned to her seat. “What’s your name?”
“(Y/N),” the girl answered.
“Well my name’s Jughead,” he introduced himself. “Are you new to Riverdale? I haven’t seen you around.”
“Yeah,” (Y/N) nodded. “My family just moved here last week.”
“Welcome to Riverdale, (Y/N),” Jughead smiled, “a small town with some of the worst people, and some of the best burgers.”
(Y/N) began to find herself frequenting Pop’s quite often. At first, she couldn’t place her finger on the reason. The only thing she ever did there was read, eat, and occasionally talk to Jughead. Then, she realized it was the latter that kept drawing her back. She and Jughead didn’t even speak to each other too much; in fact, there were days where they would both sit at their booth, Jughead on his laptop and (Y/N)’s nose in a book, and neither would say a word the whole night.
“So what are you writing?” (Y/N) asked. It had been a month since she had met Jughead.
“A novel about Jason Blossom’s death,” he responded nonchalantly, eyes remaining on the laptop screen. He didn’t see (Y/N) tense up at the name.
Pretty soon, (Y/N) was introduced to Jughead’s other friends. It started with Betty and Veronica when they walked in one day and spotted Jughead with (Y/N).
“Jughead!” Veronica called out as she strode over to the booth, Betty right next to her. “Who is this?” She turned to face (Y/N), a smirk etched on her face. (Y/N) blushed and avoided eye contact, resorting to sticking her nose in her book.
“She’s a friend of mine,” Jughead introduced her, “(Y/N). (Y/N), this is Veronica,” he gestured to the brunette, “and that’s Betty.” He pointed at the blonde. (Y/N) peeked up from her book and waved hello, then turned back to the novel.
“Quiet, huh?” Veronica inquired, sliding into the booth next to her. “No biggie. I do enough talking for two people.”
“Sorry, what was your last name?” Betty asked, sitting down next to Jughead.
“(Y/L/N),” she answered. Betty’s eyebrows furrowed, recognizing the name, but she remained silent.
Archie was the next to meet (Y/N): he met her a week later, when Jughead wasn’t around. He entered Pop’s, and saw someone occupying Jughead’s usual booth.
“You know,” he said, approaching the booth, “that booth is my friend’s.”
“Does it have his name on it?” she retorted, raising an eyebrow. She contained her chuckles, knowing exactly who Archie was talking about.
“May as well,” Archie replied with a laugh. “See my friend, his name is Jughead, isn’t much of a people person. He chooses this booth because it’s far away enough from the entrance so that no one will approach him unless they’re specifically looking for him.”
“Sounds like a drama queen,” she commented.
“He is,” Archie chuckled. “Anyways, he’s here almost every night, so he’ll be here any minute. I’m just giving you a heads up.” As soon as Archie finished his sentence, the diner door opened and in walked Jughead. He made a beeline to his booth and sat across from (Y/N), opening his laptop and beginning to type right away.
“You two know each other?” Jughead asked, refusing to tear his eyes from his computer. (Y/N) smirked.
“Just met, actually. He was warning me about some drama queen who sits here every night. You wouldn’t happen to know who he’s talking about, would you?” (Y/N) replied sassily. Jughead lifted his gaze to meet her eyes.
“Ha ha, (Y/N), very funny,” he voice dripped with sarcasm, but his eyes twinkled. Archie confusedly looked between his friend and the stranger.
“So you know who he is?” he asked her. She smirked and nodded.
“Oh yeah. I’ve been sitting in his booth for over a month now. I’m still waiting for him to kick me out.” When she noticed Archie was still looking at her with a puzzled expression, she stuck out a hand and introduced herself, “I’m (Y/N).”
“Archie,” he responded, shaking her hand. “Damn, a whole month in the same booth with him? I don’t know how you’ve survived.” (Y/N) laughed.
“Honestly I don’t either.”
“So are you new?” Archie questioned. She nodded.
“Yeah, everyone asks me that. Is that like some small town thing, everyone knowing everyone?” she asked, and both boys nodded. “So that’s how everyone figures I’m new.”
“When’d you move here?” Archie inquired.
“July 1st.” Jughead perked up when he heard her say that. He had never thought to ask (Y/N) when she moved to Riverdale. She was here when Jason Blossom was murdered.
It was another month later when Jughead asked (Y/N) to help him with his book.
“You’re reading all the time,” he explained himself. “You’ve gotta know a thing or two about writing.”
“I really don’t,” (Y/N) shut him down, shoving her nose in Macbeth.
“Oh come on, (Y/N),” Jughead groaned. “What’s with you and my novel? Every time I even try to talk about it, you change the subject. What’s up with that?”
“Nothing, Jughead, it’s nothing,” she replied, her voice growing sharp. “I just don’t want to help with your book.” She grabbed her book and stomped out of the diner, leaving a confused Jughead behind.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” he muttered to himself, minimizing his document where he wrote his story. He opened up Google and typed in her name. The results began to pop up, and Jughead scrolled through them, reading article after article. He sighed, “Oh God, (Y/N).”
Thank you for 2,000! We hope you enjoy! - The Admins
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is the leader of a Mafia. He’s a drug lord, rich, and a murderer. And you? You’re just (Y/N). But to Jungkook you’re his everything, and he will do anything he can to keep you safe.
Type: A bit of everything
Warnings for this part: Guns, SMUT!, Blood, shitty fight scenes (i tried bro), language, drugs, angst
You had just gotten off of work and headed over to Jimin’s place. You hadn’t talked to him all day and decided you’d pay him a surprise visit. You used your key to unlock the door and set your bag down on the small table next to it.
You had barely taken a few steps into the house when you heard a moan, Jimin’s moan. ‘He’s probably masturbating’ You thought, it wasn’t the first time you had walked in on him jerking off.
He did it when he was impatient and you’d always come home at just the right time to be able to help him. You smiled to yourself and slipped off your shoes before walking towards his door at the end of the hall.
As you went to grab the handle you heard another moan, a woman’s moan. ‘Is he watching porn?’ You thought and grabbed onto the knob.
“Oh Jimin! Right there!” A woman cried, you could tell he was having sex with her, the noises of skin slapping got louder.
You opened the door and saw a sight that you would never forget. A woman was underneath Jimin, her legs were out and he was thrusting into her quickly while letting out those grunts that made you so wet. But you were just disgusted. Hearing those noises made you want to puke.
You watched in shock as he used a hand to grab onto her breast and squeeze her nipple while the other moved down and he used his thumb to rub her clit. His back was facing you and she had her eyes closed, she was moaning too loudly to even hear you walk into the room.
She was right on the brink of her orgasm when you almost screamed.
“REALLY JIMIN?!” He had one last snap of his hips that made her orgasm before he quickly pulled out and stared at you. You watched as she squirted all over him and the sheets and gagged.
“Wait! (Y/N)!” He got up and followed you as you ran down the hallway. His dick was red and hard, standing against his lower stomach but that was the last of his worries.
“I-I can explain.” He stuttered, surprised that he had been caught. This wasn’t the first time he was fucking another girl, this had been going on for a while. Hell, he had been having sex with multiple girls all at once, he had been getting bored of (Y/N).
You shook your head and said nothing while tears streamed down your face, your hands shook as you grabbed your shoes and slid them on your feet.
“(Y/N), listen.” His hand reached out to grab yours and you flinched and slapped his hand away.
“Don’t touch me! Don’t…” You grabbed your bag and he ran a hand through his hair.
“Please! Let me talk.” You could barely see clearly from the tears in your eyes.
“No, I don’t wanna hear it.” You opened the door and ran down the hallway to the elevator, quickly closing the doors before Jimin could make it to you.
You ran out of the apartment complex, barely making it out of the doors before throwing up on the grass. Everything you had eaten came up and you were dizzy while walking to your car.
You took a minute and wiped away your tears and went home, never speaking a word to Park Jimin again.
11 months had passed since you’d said a word to Jimin. You came back the next day, collected all of your things you had left at his place, giving him back the shirts you took from him and walked passed him and didn’t look back.
3 months after he had cheated, you went on a date with Jungkook and things went on from there. You had met Jungkook through Jimin and became your best friend. Whenever you and Jimin argued, you’d step outside and call Jungkook, letting out all of your problems.
You haven’t had sex since the last time you and Jimin had slept together and that was nearly 3 weeks before you caught him cheating.
Jungkook was rich, but you weren’t dating him for the money. When you met him, he looked like complete shit. Hair messy and unwashed, his eyes were bloodshot and he had bags underneath them. His shirt was wrinkled and he had dried up tears on his face. He walked in on you and Jimin watching a movie and told Jimin about how his girlfriend had broken up with him.
He asked you on a date when you were complaining about being tired of being alone. You were tired of staying in bed all the time, crying because of your heartbreak. But Jungkook, he was everything you wanted and more.
Jimin was great at first, but near the end of your relationship, you barely talked to each other anymore.
Jungkook made you feel special, he got you what you want and simply asked for your love in return. You made it clear to him that you didn’t want the money, he was what you wanted.
And now you were here today.
Another day on the job. You lead another family to a table and handed them their menu’s. A dad, and two children. You politely smiled and rejected him when he asked you out on a date, stating you had a boyfriend.
He smiled in understanding and proceeded to talk to his children. ‘If only more people here were like that’ you thought to yourself while going to hand their orders to the chef.
Most of the men that went here were with their girlfriends and snuck over you on their way to the bathroom, trying to cop a feel.
A few girls had even hit on you before, they stared and bit their lips, admiring your body from head to toe. But you also rejected, again stating you had a boyfriend.
When your shift was over, you said goodnight to everyone and made your way home to your apartment. You said hello to the friendly old lady who was working on opening her door, her poor old shaky hands struggling with putting the key in the hole. You watched as she walked in and then walked into your apartment. You turned on the lights and kicked off your shoes, stretching before laying down on your couch.
You pulled your phone out of your pocket and read the text messages from your friends and quickly replied before shooting a text message to Jungkook.
‘Just got off work. How was your day?’
Jungkook was currently at one of his clubs with Jimin, Yoongi, and Namjoon. Jimin was dealing cocaine, laughing and joking around with one of their clients. Jungkook was sat in a chair, silently watching everyone closely.
Yoongi had a girl on his lap, she was grinding against him while they made out. Music was blaring and some other people were dancing.
Hoseok was in another room, having sex with one of his usual girls. When the DJ would switch the songs, you could hear their moans, she was literally screaming.
Jungkooks phone vibrated when he noticed something odd. One of his clients had a gun tucked into his belt, which was strictly against the rules. No one but Jungkook and a few others were allowed to carry a gun on them while at the clubs.
Jungkook got up and walked over to Jimin, putting his hand on his shoulder and tapping his finger 3 times. This was their signal. Jimin shrugged his arm off of his shoulder and when they made eye contact, Jungkook’s hand made it’s way to his gun.
Jimin’s hand reached into his pocket and wrapped around the handle of a knife and by this time their ‘clients’ had noticed what they were doing.
In a second, guns were raised.
Yoongi and the girl had broken up, he was stood next to her, gun raised and she had one in her hand also. Namjoon was aimed at the one who was aiming at Yoongi.
Jimin made the first move and quickly stabbed his knife into the man’s gut that was standing behind him. His arm shot up, hitting his arm so the gun went off and the bullet went into the ceiling.
Jungkook quickly shot the next two, one of their bullets grazing his shoulder. Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, and the other female shot at a few other people. Jungkook shot at their leader but missed.
He knocked the gun out of Jungkooks hand and he was just left with his hands. The man named Sooyoung stabbed the knife into Jungkook’s thigh, and Jungkook yelled at the pain.
Jungkook punched him in the jaw knocking Sooyoung back. Jimin had just finished pulling his knife out of the chest of another man and threw it at Sooyoung, and it landed in his shoulder.
Blood was soaking Jungkooks pant leg as he pushed Sooyoung down to the ground and straddled his waist so he couldn’t move. He pulled the knife out of his shoulder and stabbed him right in his chest.
Sooyoung’s white dress shirt was soaked with blood and Jungkook got off of him, wiping his forehead but smearing blood on it. Jimin opened the door and yelled for everyone to get out so he and the others stayed behind to clean.
“Jungkook, what happened?” Yoongi asked, looking over his body.
“Stab wound to my thigh, I think that’s it.” He replied while staring at the dying body below him. Sooyoung coughed and tried to reach for a gun that was laying on the ground but Jungkook kicked it away with his foot and the remaining life left in Sooyoung slipped away.
Jungkook took a seat and Namjoon already knew what to do. His hand wrapped around the handle tightly and the other pushed on Jungkook’s thigh.
“Three.. Two..” Namjoon didn’t even get to one before he pulled the knife out and immediately started applying pressure.
“Fuck!” Jungkook yelled and grabbed onto the arms of the chair. Namjoon’s hands were covered with blood and he bit his lip as Jungkook struggled to stay conscious. Yoongi grabbed onto Jungkook’s sleeve and ripped it so he could tie it around his thigh tightly.
“I need to see (Y/N),” Jungkook said standing up and using the wall to stay stable.
“What Jungkook? No, you need medical attention.” Namjoon said, stepping in front of the door.
“Let me see (Y/N)!” He said sternly before pushing Namjoon out of the way and limping out to his ride. He paid someone to drive him to her apartment and by the time he arrived it was 2 in the morning.
A tired (Y/N) opened the door and she was in one of his t-shirts. “Jungkook?” You gasped and pulled him inside quickly.
”(Y/N), I need help.“ He avoided your question and you led him into the bathroom and slowly stripped him of his clothes.
He sat there in his boxers as you wiped away the blood from him and grabbed your first-aid kit from underneath the sink. You used some alcohol to clean where the bullet grazed his shoulder and you almost cried when you saw his thigh.
“Jesus.” You whispered and very slowly dabbed the alcohol onto it in which Jungkook tried his best not to yell.
“I need stitches.” He could barely speak and you nodded and grabbed a needle and thread and tried the best you possibly could.
When you were finished, Jungkook was laid in your bed and you were cleaning the blood in the bathroom.
“You doing okay?” You asked when you stepped back into the room.
“For now.” He nodded, the pain meds were finally kicking in.
“Now, tell me what the fuck happened to you.“
He said nothing.
You crossed your arms over your chest and looked patiently at Jungkook.
- cue insecure Lance. You know that original story of the little mermaid where each step she took was like a thousand pinpricks of sharp needles on her feet, and she danced and danced all night long, ignoring the pain because she was dancing with her prince, and to turn herself into sea foam instead of killing her prince in exchange for her tail back? Yeah, that was totally Lance.
- he jokes around, making everybody laugh, annoys the hell out of Pidge and Keith… he becomes the Lance that the team needed. Not a sharp shooter. Not a capable fighter. Not a strategist. Not a good pilot. Not a person destined to be a defender of the universe. No, Lance became the jester. He became the person that changes the atmosphere when it was too serious or overbearing through ridicule and self deprication hidden beneath a clown mask.
- he convinced himself that that was his role to play and he was good at it. ‘Smile, Lance. The team needs an emotional punching bag and you got the short straw so suck it up.’ He says to himself when they’re in the common room and everyone paired up: Keith and Shiro all curled up in the sofa, whispering things to each other only they can hear; Hunk and Pidge huddled up in one corner tinkering and discussing robotics and the necessary code needed to make the thing work; Allura and Coran discussing diplomatic and trade advantages of the planet they will be visiting. And where was Lance, you ask? He was there, standing in one corner of the room wondering where he’ll sit. Just like high school all over again, oh where should the foreign student sit? The couple’s table? The nerd table? The class president’s table?
- They were about to land on the planet’s surface when they saw hundreds upon hundreds of Galra ships already waiting for them.
- They couldn’t form Voltron so close to the planet’s atmosphere for there may be collateral damage. So the Lions tried to lure the Galra ships away from the planet but it didn’t work. The Galra won this fight, thought Lance as he tried to clear an escape for the other paladins.
- But Shiro didn’t give up. He fought and he fought until he was surrounded by Galran forces. Shiro was caught and Keith screamed as his heart broke into a million pieces.
-Lance was the one who brought back the Black Lion but was unsuccessful to retrieve Shiro.
- The team was a mess, and Lance was there to take the punches. They blamed him for not fighting hard enough, for not making a clear exit for them, for not bringing Shiro back, for not taking the mission seriously… he took it all in.
- But despite everything, Lance was there to comfort his friends. He helped Pidge in completing her prototype, helped Hunk figure out the mechanics of Pidge’s invention, helped Coran in the castle’s maintenance, helped Allura broaden her search parameters, and lastly helped Keith mend his broken heart.
- He felt sick taking advantage of an emotionally vulnerable Keith but he was emotionally beaten too. Keith sought Lance’s humor to take some of the pain away and Lance was happy to oblige.
- Small touches turned to hugs and cuddles. Pecks on the cheeks turned to hot make out sessions, and eventually turned to sex. Lance indulged himself to enjoy these moments with Keith despite the Little Mermaid in him.
- But it didn’t las long.
- One night, after they cleaned up, Keith refused Lance to cuddle him. They sat on opposite sides of the bed and Keith decided to stop whatever they were doing. That Keith’s conscience can’t take it anymore, that he still firmly loved Shiro, and that he thought Lance could take Shiro’s place. He confessed that he sometimes- if not all the time- imagined Lance as Shiro and that he couldn’t so it anymore.
- To be honest, Lance already expected this but he didn’t know that it would hurt this bad. He allowed himself to feel love and gave love more than he should. He should know by now that it would bite him in the ass someday…
-Lance’s heart was beyond repair, so broken that the jagged little pieces no longer fit. He failed in making a clear exit, he failed as a Paladin, and he failed to make Keith happy.
- Lance snuck out that night, grabbing rations from the kitchen and said goodbye to Blue before buckling himself down in one of the fighter jets in the hangar.
- When they woke up the next day, Lance was gone. They checked the cameras and saw Lance take off into the night.
- They were now searching for two paladins of Voltron. They later found out what Lance did to the team’s dynamic, that without him the room is just cold and lonely…
- Days turned to weeks, turned to months, and still no Lance or Shiro.
- it was on day 253 when one beat up space ship crash landed on the castle’s hangar and there emerged Lance…
- he was bleeding profusely on one leg, limping as he shouldered most of Shiro’s weight who was equally as wounded. They were both battered and bruised, all violet, blue and broken bones. It was no mystery that Keith was the first one on the hangar, the first to rush towards them… and it was definitely not a mystery that Keith rushed to Shiro’s side.
- They were escorted back to the castle, but between the crying and the worrying, Lance was able to stealthily slip out of their grasps and limped his way to another fighter jet.
- when they were back in the castle ship, they noticed that Lance wasn’t there. They looked and looked and then realized that Lance flew a fighter het alone, heavily injured, and they have no clue as to why.
- Little do they know that he was captured by the Galra too… that after months of torture and illusions, Lance finally made a deal with Haggar: to let him deliver Shiro to the castle ship and in exchange, take Shiro’s place as their prisoner. Lance thought that it was a good idea for his friends needed Shiro. They needed a leader not a jester.
whew… i was feeling a little down and needed an outlet. Sorry for the Langst?
Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors
and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find
Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about
dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 3,855
language, fluff, angst, confrontation, drinking, cheesy romance, kissing, implied sexytimes, somewhat nsfw but not really, a potentially wasted beautiful meal
A/N: This is my last submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. I did it! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?”
Summary: A Supernatural AU.Dean and the Reader
are next door neighbours. Dean has an active sex life that keeps the reader up at night. One night, the reader decides she’s had enough and decides to confront Dean.
Pairing: Neighbour!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Word Count: 3,349
Warnings: Language. Mentions of sexual intercourse. A smidgen of Jealous!Dean.
Author’s Note: This
is my one-shot entry for Michelle’s [@luci-in-trenchcoats] AU & Things Challenge. I chose to write the Neighbour AU with Dean. (I entered this challenge with my old url which was @winchesterdeann.) This is my first challenge, so I hope you all like it as much as I did writing it.
“Babe, hurry up. Jessica’s party is in 2 hours and I promised I would help her set up.” Jeff said entering you room which was now covered in clothes. “Wow it looks like your closet threw up in here.”
“It’s the first party of my junior year and your senior one.” You said scavenging your clothes. You sat on the floor and threw the shirt in your hand. “I just want to look cute.”
“Y/N,” Your boyfriend said as he knelt next to you. “You’ll look beautiful in whatever you choose to wear, okay? But if you want my opinion, wear the that dress I bought you last month. I always thought you looked hot in it.”
You smiled up at your boyfriend who was now standing and holding out his hand. Taking his hand, you stood up and kissed him. “Thank you, J”
You went your bed and picked out the black dress. “Now get out so I can put on my face and get ready.”
“I can’t stay for the show?” He asked with a smirk.
“Out!” You said laughing pushing Jeff out your room.
You got to Jessica’s place early to help with the set up but not really so when Jeff went to go help the guys with the kegs you chatted with your friends Jess and Clay.
Clay was the one that had set you and Jeff up after hearing about your crush on the senior from Hannah.
By 10, the party was in full swing. Most kids were inside the house sitting in couches some were talking, others not so much. You were amongst the ones sitting in the living room talking to Tony.
You were in full conversation with your friend when you saw Jeff make his way out the room. You apologized to Tony and cut the conversation short. “And where are you going mister?” You said getting ahold of your boyfriend.
“Hey, I’m on provisions so I’m just gonna grab a couple more beers from the store.” He said.
“Okay, I’m coming too,” You happily said taking his large hand in your petite one.
“Nah babe, you don’t have to. Have fun with your friends, it is a party after all.”
You gave him the look and he knew there was no point in arguing. “Fine. Only cause you’re cute.” He kissed the top of your head.
You two successfully got the beers and you were on your way back.
You put on the radio and John Legend was on. “Oh my gosh, our song!” You squealed. This was the song that played in the background when you two first had sex.
“Cause all of meeee, loves all of youuu.” You and Jeff sang, pointing at each other. You held his hand as the chorus continued, wishing you could stay in this moment forever. Little did you know both your lives would change, in a major way.
You two were so mesmerized by one another you didn’t notice another car come out of nowhere. “Jeff, watch out!” You screamed as the car came rushing towards you. And that was the last thing you saw before darkness eclipsed you.
“Y/N, wake up. Wake up, baby girl.” Jeff said standing over you. “I need you to wake up for me.”
And you did.
You slowly lifted you heavy eyelids as the strong smell of anti-bacterial cleaner filled you nose. Your mouth was dry and you were laying down, in a bed it seemed, and the room was bright. Light from the window reflecting off the white walls, made you want to close your eyes again. You felt like you had slept for years, but you was still tired.
You heard the beeping of a machine and slowly turned your head towards the source of the noise. The muscles in your neck were stiff and sore. You saw your mother sitting in a chair by the window.
“Mom,” You said weakly.
“Hey,” She whispered, sitting at the edge of your hospital bed.
“Why am I…?” You said as you tried to sit up.
“You were in a coma, sweetie.” She said and your eyes widen. “Just for two days.”
You noticed your moms facial features. her eyes were sporing major bags and they were puffy and red. Has she been crying?
“Mom, where’s Jeff?” You asked looking around.
“Y/N, Jeff..uh..He didn’t make it.” She said as tears started brimming her eyes. “I know how much you loved him.”
“No, no no there’s no way,” You stuttered. This can’t be true. Jeff Atkins cannot die.
“Honey, I am so sorry but he … he died on scene.”
You were numb. Why him? You wanted to scream. Why him? “ B-But I-I didn’t- I didn’t get to say goodbye,” You sobbed. You couldn’t believe that the love of your life was…gone.
“Sshh, Y/N. Everything will be okay.” Your mom said trying her hardest to soothe you. She laid next to you and wrapped her arms around you fragile body.
“I loved him, Mom. I loved him so much and now-” You cried into your moms chest.
“I know sweetie, I know.” She stroked your hair. “He loved you very much.”
“It was should have been me.” You clung to your mom as the nights events played over and over in your head.
Losing someone you deeply care about hurt. He was your first love and you will always love him. Always.
Haii, is it okay if
you write smth with Steve where the reader drops off their younger sister at
the Snow Ball the same time Steve drops off Dustin but Steve offers to take the
reader home but they end up at a cafe or smth and talk abt the crazy stuff that
happened (fighting the demodogs and all that) and end up confessing to each
Steve Harrington X Reader
Summary: You weren’t usually so bold but you really had to talk about it.
Demo-dogs Bringing People Together (Steve Harrington x reader)
Summary: After the most recent events, you and Steve become close friends, maybe leading to something else.
Warnings: spoilers?? Some cursing, but that’s pretty much it
AN: Based off of the last episode of season 2. I also have a Sirius Black x reader coming up this week so yay! Also this is my first Steve Harrington x reader so yayyyy! Hope you enjoy!
You and Steve were in charge of the kids, or as Steve referred to them as little shitheads. You’ve known Steve for a while now and you haven’t seen him so responsible. Yes a year ago Steve Harrington was an asshole and you absolutely hated him. But ever since the new school year, and him dropping his asshole friends he’s actually been tailorable.
“What the hell are you two doing?” You yelled at the scene of Steve shoving a dead demo-dog into the fridgerator and Dustin turning to look at you.
“It’s a scientific discovery, y/n! We can’t just through it away!” You rolled your eyes at Dustin’s explanation. You were about to say something but Steve spoke first.
“Just don’t ask.” Steve said as he walked past you.
A few minutes later the arguing of what we should do was cut off by the sound of a car’s engine. Max ran over the the window followed by Lucas.
“It’s my brother if he knows I’m here he’ll kill me.” She looked over at Lucas “he’ll kill us.” Steve then looked at the door and started to leave the house before he fully left you grabbed his wrist.
“Be careful.” He looked down at your hand on his, looked up into your eyes and nodded.
As Steve went outside to talk to Billy the kids decided to watch out the window.
“Shitheads stop looking outside the window, he’ll see you!” You whisper yelled. In that moment Billy looked over st the window where the kids were watching.
“Oh shit. Did he see us.” Dustin asked. Moments later Billy opened the door to the house.
“Well, well Lucas Sinclair, what a surprise. I told you to stay away from him.” Billy said as he walked closer to Max.
“Get away from her.” You said as you walked in between Max and Billy. “Or else.”
“What are you going to do princess?” Billy said as he walked past you. “Bat your eyelashes at me.”
“You disobeyed me,” he walked past Max “you know what happens when you disobey me, I break things.” Billy then rushed towards Lucas and pushed him into the wall. You tried to get him off of Lucas but he turned towards you and slapped you, causing you to step back a few steps. As Billy did that Lucis kicked him where the sun doesn’t shine.
“Now you’re really dead Sinclair.”
“No but you are.” Steve said as he punched Billy in the face.
“Steve!” You yelled as Lucas ran over to the comfort of his friends.
“Look like you got some fire in you after all!” Billy yelled “I guess I’ll finally be able to see this king Steve everyone is talking about!” Steve then repeatedly punched Billy slamming in into the stove.
Billy then started to fight back, punching Steve over and over again knocking him down to the floor, continuing to punch Steve in the face.
“That’s it.” You said as you ran over to Billy and punched him in the face, straddling him. You began to punch him in the face over and over again like he had done with Steve.
Steve, with the little consciousness he had left, lifted his head slightly, and looked over at you repeatedly punch Billy. He smiled at himself before passing out.
“Y/n!” Max called out to you and you quickly turned your head to see her holding a needle. You nodded to her. As you got up from a beaten up Billy. He stood up as well he grabbed your wrist and held it tight. Max then stabbed the needle into Billy’s neck. He fell to the floor and started laughing.
“From now on you leave me and my friends alone.” Max said.
“Screw you.” Billy whispered.
“Do you understand!” Billy didn’t answer “I said do you understand!”
“I understand.” Billy whispered as he passed out. You quickly rushed over to Steve. As Max grabbed Billy’s keys.
“Let’s get out of here.” Max said.
“Hold up who the hell is going to drive, Y/n and Steve both can’t!” Mike complained.
“I can.” Max said.
“What?” You yelled “I’m not letting a thirteen year old drive a car.”
“Come on y/n! It’s the only way!” Dustin complained. You rolled your eyes.
You held a ice pack to Steve’s head as he began to wake up. He looked over at you.
“Y/n?” He weakly whispered, you just smiled at him “what’s happening.” He said as he looked up at Max driving. “What? What? Stop the car, stop the car.” He started to yell.
“Steve chill!” You said as started to clean up Steve’s lip.
“What the hell.” He huffed as he sat up and leaned on your shoulder.
“Are you ok?” You asked. He just nodded his head and then looked down at your fingers that were still bloody from you punching Billy
“What the hell happened to your fingers?”
“Oh nothing.” You replied sweetly.
“Was it from punching Billy.” You just softly nodded your head “Ugh thanks for saving me back there my face would have probably looked worse if you didn’t step in.” You lightly giggled and replied with a no problem.
“You’re the best.” Steve said as he lightly placed a kiss on your cheek. You looked down at your hand nervously and Steve grabbed one, lacing his fingers in yours.
“Wow would you look at that, Demo-dogs are bringing people together.” Dustin smiled at you and Steve as he whispered to Mike. In response Mike just rolled his eyes.
It was about two months since everything happened. The demidogs and all. You and Steve grew closer. You guys were basically best friends. But mid way into the friendship you started to have feelings for him. And you were pretty sure those feelings weren’t returned, since Steve was still hung up on Nancy, or so you thought.
It was the night of the Snow Ball Dance and Steve was driving Dustin to it. After Steve gave Dustin his pep talk, he watched him go in. As he did Nancy caught his attention, she looked so happy. Steve was happy that Nancy found someone who made her happy, since he basically found someone who made him as happy as Jonathan did to Nancy. You.
Even though you both weren’t dating, you still made him just as happy as Nancy used to. As he continued to watch her he realized something. You weren’t always going to around, always be there for him. Soon, if Steve didn’t act on his feelings, you would probably get a boyfriend, and he didn’t want to lose another thing he loved. He decided tonight will be the night he tells you. Steve turned so he facing the road and started to drive to your house.
He reached your house after picking up both of your favorite food KFC. He walked out of the car and headed towards your front door. He knocked on it and moments later it was opened, making Steve come face to face with you.
“Hey.” You said quietly.
“Hey.” He replied “I come bearing KFC.” He smiled as he held the bag up to you. You giggled and let him in. You both went down to your basement to watch a movie.
You started the movie and sat next to Steve on the couch who was holding two plates of KFC in his hands. He handed one over to you and you both started to eat and watch the movie. You didn’t really feel like eating, realizing you probably had to confess your feelings sooner if later.
“Y/n.” You both said at the same time as you turned to each other.
“You can go first.” You insisted.
“Ok, umm well I don’t know how to say this but-” he scratched the back of his neck “I really like you.” Your eyes went wide. Holy shit you weren’t expecting that, but god were you happy. But Steve saw your expression and took it the wrong way.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything, I’ll just leave.” Steve said as he got up from the couch.
“No! Don’t!” You yelled as you also got up from the couch. You grabbed Steve’s arm and pulled him into a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he put his arms around your waist.
“I-I really-y like you too Steve.” You said as the both of you pulled back from the kiss. He smiled down at you and kissed your forehead. “I just never-r really said anything cause I thought you were still hung up-p on Nancy.” You said as you brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear.
“How could I be still hung up on Nancy when I have someone as great as you in my life?”
“Yea I guess you’re right.” You smirked “I am pretty great.” Steve let out a chuckle.
Request: Harry Hook request!! The reader is Mal’s sister and she gets left behind when Jay, Mal, Evie, and Carlos go to Auradon. Then when mal comes back she finds her sister has joined Uma’s pirate crew (and she’s basically the first mate along with harry) and she’s best friends with Uma and is dating Harry?
Summary: Mal’s sister is bitter about being left behind. Thankfully, her boyfriend is there to make her feel better.
Author’s Note: I think this is one of my favorites I’ve ever written.
You left Ursula’s Fish and Chips shop, walking back to Bargain Castle. 6 months ago, you would’ve never stepped foot in Ursula’s Shop because you were loyal to your gang. Guess you were the only one.
It had hurt when your mom sent ‘her most capable daughter’ to Auradon but it hurt even worse when Mal defeated your mother and remained in Auradon, leaving you all alone on the Isle.
You tried to hold on to the hope but after 2 months went by, it became clear that no one was coming to get you. Fortunately, you had caught Uma’s attention and she offered you a spot on her crew. You obviously accepted.
It was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Mal and Uma may have had bad history but you and Uma hit it off almost immediately. Another perk along with the protection of Uma’s crew was Harry.
For my 1000 followers prompt-a-thon, @stultiloquentia asked for some fiber witch Dex, due to my tags on this post. I’ve been fighting with this story for days, as a result, because it turns out I have so many thoughts about this, it was hard to wrestle them into a coherent story. Hopefully you’ll think it turned out okay!
College, Dex was finding, was both harder and easier to
navigate than he’d anticipated. Classes and hockey practice he’d expected, and
he mostly had a handle on those. But all the interpersonal stuff was…
Shitty thought it was because he was from a small town (and
Dex and Bitty had shared some long-suffering looks about Shitty’s assumptions
about people from small towns). Ransom thought it was because he was the first
person in his family to go to college (which wasn’t true, but he was the first
person in his immediate family to go to 1) a private college 2) outside of
Maine, so whatever). Holster thought it was because Dex joined him in his
hatred of 90% of the population (partially true; people were very annoying).
Chowder thought it was because Dex was stressed out (and then offered to help
him with his CS homework; a far more useful response, in Dex’s opinion). Nursey
just thought it was because he was a conservative asshole.
Shockingly, none of them ever thought to guess it was
because he was a witch living with people who didn’t know for the first time.
summary: dan and phil get drunk and film the boyfriend tag (similar to what shane dawson did)
tags: alcohol, so much sweetness and cuteness your teeth will hurt, extreme fluff
by: angelboydjh on tumblr
word count: ~1.8k
first fic posted!! please, ignore any mistakes and reblog and like!! ilu!! send in requests for fics :-)
dan and phil got a little drunk. they originally got out some Ribena, which is completely unharmful, until dan spotted vodka on the kitchen counter, which they only keep for parties. its almost gone, with a half a bottle left, so dan thought of an idea.
“phil, lets get drunk.” phil looked at dan confused; dan never really likes drinking as much as he used to, hes grown, the satisfaction of being drunk doesnt really thrill as much, and its the same with phil.
“why?” asked phil, sipping his Ribena.
“because why not! we have no meeting tomorrow, we are bored out of our minds, and itll be fun! we’ll even be safe, we can control each other well.” phil thought about it. he never really likes hangovers, who does? he gets them bad, and he knows dan gets them worse, but dan was right, they were extremely bored and had no meetings tomorrow. phil shrugged, and replied with a sure, causing dan to jump up with joy.
dan grabbed the bottle and went to phils room, closing the door, and sitting on his bed. he opens to bottle and pours a lot in his drink, doing the same to phil. there is now many 4 shots full left of the drink and dan was happy he rationed out well.
“wanna do a toast?” asked phil.
“with our vodka filled ribena?” chuckled dan. phil nodded, giggling a little.
“why not?” phil responded, and dan nodded agreeing. they lifted their glass cups up and they look at each other. “to us!”
dan laughed at the cliché, but echoed phil, and a clink noise was heard when the touched glasses. dan downed about half of his drink in that one sip, phil only taking a baby sip.
phil made a face, hating the taste of vodka. dan hid his disgust, looking at phil.
“now we wait.” dan took another sip, already feeling slightly dizzy.
dan was fully drunk. he was giggling, putting his head on phil, slurring his words, all of it.
phil was only tipsy. he didnt drink much yet, only about half of his drink. dan, of course, drank all of it, even the rest in the bottle!
“phil!” dan slurred out, and phil glanced over slowly, so he doesnt get dizzy, and raised his eyebrow. “we should do a boyfriend tag.”
phil thought about this. is he that drunk that he doesnt really care if they do one or not? yes. he doesnt really care, its not like itll be posted. phil knows better than that.
“sure.” phil got up to get his camera from the other side of the room, and dan plopped on the bed laughing at who knows what.
it took phil about 2 minutes to set up everything for filming, and an extra 5 minutes to find good goddamn questions.
he finally found some question, a total of twenty. he can barely read them because of his blurry vision, and since he didnt have neither his contacts or glasses on. so he grabbed his glasses from the bed side and put them on to see if itll help. nope. he took another sip of his drink and locked his phone. he’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it. he gets up and turns on the camera, praying to god its in focus.
“dan, its on, we are filming.” once those words left phils mouth, dan shot up from phils bed and looked at phil.
“okay, okay, okay, okay,” he kept repeating that until he finally was next to phil on the bed facing the camera. phil giggled at dan, dan looking at him with his red cheeks.
“okay, ready, babe?” asked phil, seeing double of dan. dan nodded, and smiled at phil and then at the camera.
“okay,” phil breathed in and then ‘took in his persona’.
“hey guys!” he said cheerfully, but all it did is make him dizzy. dan was like, on top of phil, so hes grateful that he was, or phil wouldve fallen over.
“im here with dan.” phil pointed at him, and dan waved, his white oversized cat shirt being exposed, and you could even see his naked legs, since hes wearing shorts. “we are doing the boyfriend tag.” phil said slowly, and dan nodded jumping up and down on the bed.
“phil is my boyfriend! boyfriend phil! philip lester, boyfriend!” he yelled, making phil giggle.
“okay, want ask the questions, or do u want me go ask them?” asked phil to dan.
“ask me the questions! then we will do it back!” dan suggested, and phil nodded encouragingly.
“okay, first question.” phil unlocked his phone and read it very carefully.
“when is my birthday?” he asked. “bonus points for the zodiac sign!”
“january 30th, that makes you a……” he strung out the 'a’ to think. “an Aquarius! aquarium.” he laughed, and phil chuckled.
“correct baby.” he leaned in to kiss dan, and dan kissed him, tasting of vodka and ribena.
“okay, now,” phil was going to go to the next question, but dan protested.
“now do mine! do mine!” dan pouted, crossing his arms.
“june 11th! youre a gemini.” phil stuttered out, making dan laugh.
“lucky guess.” he muttered jokingly.
“next question,” phil scrolled down the page. “where did i grow up?”
“im too drunk for this phil!!” he moaned out. “the north! thats all youre getting.”
“well, youre not wrong.” said phil. “ill give you the point.”
“what about me?” asked dan.
“ugh! exact place!”
“not fair, you didnt do that for me!”
“ugh, whatever.” dan pouted again.
“wipe that pout off your face princess.” phil whispered, grabbing dans chin.
“im just kidding philly!” dan kissed phil, getting him off guard.
“okay, next,” phil asked. “whats my middle name?”
“michael! these are too easy! i want harder ones. test me!” dan groaned out, and phil rolled his eyes.
“okay, okay,” phil said. he scrolled down to another website, which had different questions. “how about this: where was our first date?”
“EASY!” he yelled, throwing his hands up. “well, kinda,” he muttered. “its hard!”
“well, tell me.” phil said suggestively, leaning closer to dan.
“we first met of course at the train station,” he muttered out. “and then we went straight to your house, and, did things. does that count as a first date?” this took him way too long to say, as he was stuttering madly.
“yes, it does. great job, cutie.” phil said happily and leaned in for a kiss.
“okay, let me ask the question!” phil started to give him the phone, but dan refused, saying he wants go make one up.
“whats the first thing you notice about me?” he asked a bashful.
“your smile.” phil said simply. no explanation was needed to make dan feel all warm inside. dan covered his face and leaned on phils shoulder, grinning like mad.
once he got up, he looked at phil, seeing his wonderful, eyes.
“you know what mine is.” he muttered, almost inaudible. it was phils turn to blush. they lean in and kiss once again, but longer than before.
when they pulled apart, dan was seeing actual stars, and couldnt even understand what was happening, completely forgot about the video.
“oh my god, i love you so much.” he said in a shush tone, with phils hand on his cheek. they were only a few inches away from each other, and phil loved it. phil was exploding every inch of dans face, and so was dan. every moment phil made, it made him more dizzy and more dazed, but he didnt care.
within a few moments, they both locked eyes, and somehow, both remembered they were recording.
“uh, one more question,” phil stuttered out, as dan looked around for his almost empty drink. “okay, last question. what is my favorite color?”
“easy, blue.” dan said, as he drank his final sips of his drink before crushed it and threw it.
“hey!” phil protested, looking over at the cup.
“ill pick it ip later, babe.” dan slurred out almost incoherently. “whats mine?”
“easy, pink.” phil mocked. dan smiled softly, putting his arms around phils neck, phil put this hands on dans waist.
“what kind of pink?” he muttered, with his sloppy grin on his face, his curly hair perfect in tack still. (which surprised phil)
“pastel.” dan groaned jokingly, letting his head drop down onto phils shoulders.
“oh my god, i tried to trick you!” dan yelled.
“well, you didnt. 8 years of friendship pays off.” phil joked. dan put his head on phils shoulder, his head facing the camera.
“can we finish? i wanna cuddle with you watch disney movies.” phil chuckled and nodded.
“we’ll finish, lets do the outro.” phil tapped dan, so he can get up from his shoulder, but dan didnt move a muscle, indicating hes not moving.
“okay, well, goodbye everyone, please like a subscribe to me and dans channel, and our gaming channel! love you!” he waved and awkwardly looked at dan.
“i need to turn off that camera baby.” dan groaned and got up from phils shoulder. phil got up and turned off the camera, sitting right on his bed again next to dan.
“can we just cuddle?” phil can tell dan was getting tired, and getting all drained. he gets like this when hes drunk, but also after recording videos.
“of course, princess.” phil laid down, then wrapping his arms around dan who is not next to them. they peacefully fall asleep, with the lights on and phils snoring.
it was the morning, and phil is posting his premade video on lessamazingphil, just a quick vlog from florida. its taking surprisingly long to process, since its only 2 minutes, but phil didnt question it. its almost done, so phil went to go see dan, who has the worst hangover ever.
“how are you baby?” asked phil, laying next to dan.
“better, how bad was it?” he asked, and phil laughed.
“you were fine, not as bad as a few months ago, but you were not any better.” dan groaned, and at that moment his phone dinged. he unlocked his phone to see the notification, YouTube popping up, and it was phils new video.
“uh, phil.” dan said.
“yes?” phil hummed.
“you posted the wrong video.”
“what?” phil yelled a little too loudly for dan, as he backed away and gave phil his phone in just one beat.
“i uploaded our drunk boyfriend tag.” dans eyes widen.
“we filmed a video? no way, i dont remember this. did we kiss?”
“i was drunk too!”
“well, i would keep it up.”
“we already made this mistake once, lets just let them have what they want.”
Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader, Castiel, Hannah (Twin Sister), Alexis (Cross-Road demon), Chuck/God.
Length: 2953+ words
TW: Surprisingly, nothing? A broken soul. Mentions of torture. Alastair. Drunk!Dean. Sad!Dean.
A/N: SO MANY PEOPLE WANTED A PART 2!! I’m so glad you enjoyed the first part, and there are so many interests for a second part. I had such a hard time writing this, but it just all came to me last night when I couldn’t sleep. Feedback is encouraged!
Alexis glanced at the angel with her eyebrow raised. “What do you want?” she asked coldly.
“I’m looking for Y/N’s soul,” Castiel responded calmly.
Anger flashed through her black eyes before returning to its original colour. “You’re looking at it.”
Castiel turned his attention to the broken soul on the ground, the light emitting from it almost nonexistent.
“She’s been here a while,” Alexis told him.
“You are the crossroad demon that made a deal with her, correct?”
“I see. I will be right back.” The angel disappeared for a few minutes to break the news to her family, telling them that there was no hope on getting her back before returning with another man.
“Who the hell are you?” Alexis asked protectively, stepping forward in front of what was left of Y/N’s soul.
“My name is Chuck,” he answered. “Other known as, God.”
The demon scoffed, crossing her arms. “Yea, right.”
“It is true,” Castiel confirmed. “I’ve asked him if there is anything he could for Y/N.”
“She didn’t deserve that.” Alexis seemed to be more relaxed after the angel’s explanation. “She was too young to go.”
“You are very inclined to her,” Chuck stated.
“She reminded me of myself when I was human,” Alexis repeated softly. “I sold my soul for a shitty boyfriend after he went off and killed himself driving drunk. After I saved him, he ran off with an ex-girlfriend.” The demon looked at the bloody wall where Y/N was usually chained. “I tried protecting her as best as I could here.”
The two men waited for her to elaborate, knowing that there was so much more she wanted- no, needed to say.
“I made a deal with Alastair. Every 10 years, I would take her place for a year, and she would do my cross-road biddings. She didn’t deserve to be tortured for so long.” If she could, the two men were sure that Alexis would have been in tears by now.
There was a brief moment of silence before it was interrupted by Chuck.
“Thank you,” he said. “You’ve been kinder to her than I have, it seems. As a token of my gratitude for being so kind, I would like to extend an offer.”
“I think I’ve made enough deals don’t you think?” Alexis asked with laugh.
“I think you’re gonna like this one,” Chuck bantered back. “There’s no catch. I want your soul to move on.”
“Move on? As in, I won’t be a demon anymore?”
“Yes. You can pass to your heaven now.”
“You’re kidding?!” Alexis’s jaw dropped. This was not the deal she was expecting after being a demon for so long.
“I am not. It’s the least I can do.”
Her attention went back to Y/N’s soul, looking at it sadly. “What will happen to her?”
pairing: jeon jungkook | reader genre: exes au / fluff with a dash of angst warnings: alcohol mention & cursing word count: 10,049 description:
waking up hungover is bad enough, but considering jungkook’s record of
drunken mishaps, his worst (and best) experience is being handcuffed to
his ex, Y/N. author’s note: let me just say a huge thank you to @tendershepherd for reading this over and always encouraging my endless amount of jungkook ideas that i’m slowly starting to write <3
With light filtering between the half-drawn blinds, Jungkook’s brain has already begun the process in waking him from glorious slumber. Summer time has always been a blessing and curse because with far too much freedom in those three months without homework or group projects, he’s left with nothing but to indulge in random festivities with his friends that only leave him hungover or even more exhausted than his body can keep up with. And yet, the moment his body is sure it’s awake, he feels a pounding from the confines of his skull. This telltale sign is more than enough to tell him what he did, though the moment he tries to turn over, there’s a tug of tension at his wrist. Sirens are ringing in his head, and it isn’t just from his brain enacting revenge for last night’s stupidity. Worst of all, from the warmth of soft flesh beside him, he’s certain that he’s not the only one in the bed.
Fuckfuckfuck, he repeats like his own personal mantra. It offers no comfort, of course, but he slowly eases himself into turning toward his partner. The words still echo in his mind as he does so.
His head is still pounding, but his own breath catches halfway past his lips as soon as he realizes who’s in his bed—Y/N.
From the tufts of hair peeking out of his light blue comforter, the unruly locks that never seemed to obey even when you tried your best to tame it, to the way you snuggled deep into the plush comfort of the mattress. He used to swear you only loved him for that damn thing, and yet that was exactly two months ago. He still knows Y/N better than anyone who’s slept in this bed with him—the number itself is still pretty small—he just can’t help the panic that seems to cross his mind.
Secret Denise message of the week: “He who sees my face will be cursed for a thousand years.” As you do.
Sam makes his entrance gagged and with his hands tied while the rest of the cast points and yells “shaaame” at him.
Laura thought Scanlan was screwing with them and kept waiting for him to turn around.Travis notes that they can usually talk people out of that kind of choice, and Marisha realized Scanlan was actually leaving when the conversation started going around in circles and there were no easy solutions.
Taryon was not supposed to appear in 85 at all. Midway through the show, Matt called Sam over and told him Taryon was going in tonight. “Why?” Matt: “’Cause… why not?” At that point, Sam had virtually no backstory planned for Taryon and didn’t even have Doty named yet. Matt: “…I can say that was a miscommunication and I thought that was the intent?” Matt told Sam they’d figure out Taryon once the party knew where they were going next, and Sam took that to mean in the next episode, so Matt sort of accidentally threw him in at the deep end.
Sam: “I did not do any of that to hurt you as people or characters, I did not mean any sort of betrayal by it. It just felt like the right thing to do… and the tasty way to do it.” Taliesin notes he’s had e-mails after a break-up that sounded just like that. Matt was tense through the whole thing.
Taliesin: “You’ve proven that we can bring in a new character and it works.” Liam keeps thinking of the pre-stream game and missing Scanlan. Marisha realized she was putting away her d12s because she only ever used them when Scanlan gave her inspiration.
Vex felt like she and Scanlan really understood each other because they both put up fronts, and now she’s starting to doubt that.
Liam notes that Scanlan was the only one who really managed to get through to Vax during his nosedive.
While Scanlan was out, Sam had time to think about how Scanlan would feel when he woke up, and he couldn’t really justify why Scanlan would stick around. He thought it would be really difficult to make it seem believable for Scanlan to stick around when he was that miserable, so a break made sense.
Liam: “With a little space from this, it was brilliant.”
Sam: “Some of the things that Vex said to Scanlan changed his plan. My initial intent was to leave solo, alone, and you guys all convinced me to stay with Kaylie.”
Liam points out that VM doesn’t really keep their guard down anymore, so they’re pretty wary of Taryon, although Grog’s on board now that they’ve beat him up (”I’ve done all the insight checking that’s needed”), and Percy’s on board because he’s excited to have a nerd-buddy and a very useful distraction.
It was Grog’s idea to beat up Tary and Doty, because he was worried about them possibly getting the rest of his friends killed if they weren’t able to hold their own.
Laura points out it was more of an audition than a hazing–they did it to their staff at the Keep. Marisha reminisces that she turned into a giant scorpion for the first time during that scene and scared off a lot of them on the spot. Vex shot an arrow at Jarrett, and he side-stepped and made eye contact, and she knew he’d be sticking around.
Taryon is inspired by the likes of Richard Branson and Tony Stark. The pitch to Matt: “I wanna be a guy with no skill at all who has bought everything he can do, if he has a problem he just throws money at it, and he wants to be a brave, daring adventurer and has no skill to back it up,” and Matt immediately thought of the artificer class. Matt: “In theory, without any of his equipment, he’d be a level 2. The equipment’s what brings him up to level 13.”
Percy stopped feeling threatened by Taryon when he realized he needed magic to build his stuff. “We can do a Bruce Banner-Tony Stark kind of thing.” Sam points out that Taliesin actually knows some of the stuff Percy talks about, whereas the simple machines Taryon talked about so condescendingly were the actual limit of Sam’s technical knowledge.
Marisha leans towards Keyleth mostly just using the elemental spells that she’s completed her Aramente for.
Vex thought of Scanlan as the dad of the group, the one you went to if you didn’t know what else to do. Sam, whispering: “…I’m so sad right now.”
Brian: “The first person who can open a fucking door should be the leader of Vox Machina forever.”
Liam on Vax: he was a total fuck-up, didn’t have a purpose, and that got flipped on its head. Vax thinks another shoe is gonna drop from the Raven Queen, but he’s not rushing towards that; he wants a little private time. “It’s a weird thing, being Fate-Touched in a game of chance.” He’s currently waiting for instruction, but doesn’t really know where to go. From Matt’s perspective, the Raven Queen’s set him on a path and has outlined the general direction, and until that path needs to be corrected, she’ll leave him to keep walking. But without training, Vax doesn’t really know how that connection works.
Travis thinks Grog would do okay one-on-one against Kevdak now.
A fan points out that Matt was silent for 18 minutes during the party’s confrontation with Scanlan. Matt loved it, because it let him become a member of the audience. “That’s the reward for all the hard work.”
Matt re: Keyleth potentially taking on True Resurrection as a ninth-level spell: “There’s an interesting disconnect between the mechanics of the game and a realistic narrative.” He feels that there needs to be a necessary, very important purpose for that person that didn’t get completed. Marisha mentions that there are some spells that Keyleth wouldn’t be comfortable with (same as Pike not using some spells), and that True Resurrection would be difficult. She’s excited about True Polymorph, though.
Matt had to tell Sam that Scanlan did not hear Grog’s contribution to the resurrection ritual–Grog unfortunately failed his contribution. Sam: “I will say as Sam Riegel listening to Travis Willingham’s song… legit tears.”
Doty is not quite as strong as rules-as-written, but is a little smarter so he can read and write. Liam: “But can he love?”
Matt points out that a lot of the show’s narrative stems from relationships, so it seemed natural that romances would start up in the game. Laura: “[Liam and Marisha] had to deal with all of us acting like asshole fucking schoolchildren.” Travis: “I just want the story to be good. I just want nudity and good story. I don’t care where it’s from.”
Marisha and Liam went out to lunch to talk Vax/Keyleth once it looked like things were heading that way to make sure everyone was on board and comfortable with it.
Sam thinks Scanlan would be very skeptical of Taryon and would think he’s an asshole and would be on board with pretty much everything that’s happened.
Liam hopes for a bit of overlap between Scanlan and Taryon. Sam: “Oh god…”
Sam honestly doesn’t know if we’ve seen the last of Scanlan.
Percy does not want to return to Whitestone in a permanent sense at all, but Taliesin notes that it doesn’t matter, because he has to, and he understands that responsibility’s part of being titled. He doesn’t think Percy will ever take power, but if it comes up, he has ideas of how he could be useful.
Brian: “Is there anything special you want to do for episode 100?” Liam: “Wear some pants, please.” Matt: “No. Never.”
Matt sighs heavily when everyone suggests a bodyswapping episode. Sam: “We’re doing it, Matt. Someday.” Matt: “…so hackneyed.”
Brian: “Oh, I forgot about Alpha! Probably because it hasn’t worked for months.”
Sam would be down for playing both Scanlan and Taryon.
Everyone was pretty okay with Taryon not knowing their names. Marisha: “That seems like something we’d do.”
Brian asks where the giant mug is right now. Sam points out that it’s literally sitting on a shelf behind Brian, in the same shot as him. Sam’s new mug was a gift from Laura ages ago.
At the time, Vex thought hanging onto the deck was the smart thing to do, but after the conversation with Scanlan, she decided it was better to give it back to Grog. Travis had games and games of guilt-trips planned. Percy was planning to build fake magical cards with a bit of flashpowder.
Matt reveals that Fenthras was already Exalted when Vex got it. Laura, slumping dejectedly and extremely dramatically on the couch: “Fucking hell, I’ve got all this fuckin’ shit I’ve been working on!”
Exalted is the next level after Awakened for Vestiges. More info in the campaign guide.
Liam: “What if Pike was hit with love at first sight for Taryon?” Everyone just goes silent while they ponder that.
Warnings:NSFW 18+. Smut, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy!) chocolate pie porn.
Request: Hello! I have a request, could you do one where the reader starts working for Tony and soon after the reader and Bucky start a secret affair? Thanks love! - Anon
A/N: Here you go my dear! Sorry that it took me so long!
‘You can do this.’
‘You have worked hard for this.’
‘You deserve this.’
The pep talk you were giving yourself as you drove up to the gate surrounding the Avengers compound wasn’t helping your nerves at all. You leaned forward to look up through your windshield at the concrete walls. This place was a fortress.
You rolled your window down when you approached a booth. You hit the green call button and jumped at the electronic voice that spoke.
Marinette woke slowly, the soft rumble reeling her out of a pleasant dream and the unmistakable vibration of her pillow steadily grounding her in reality. But even when she blinked open her eyes it still took a moment to place the sound. At first she thought it was her phone.
But then she remembered what had been happening before she fell asleep.
Root beer floats on the balcony. Video games until well past two in the morning. Giggling at a comic book on her bed untilㅡ
no, that was definitely the last thing she remembered. As if in response to this, she became aware of a glossy page plastered to her cheek. Sitting up, she peeled the comic book off and tossed it aside, afraid to look behind her at the other side of her bed. Because if he’d simply left, then what was that suspiciously purr-like sound? Man, they’d fallen asleep on accident again, hadn’t they?
In the darkness Marinette peeked over her shoulder at him, then immediately sqeaked in terror when she saw his bare arm and wrenched her pillow up to press it over her eyes.
He isn’t transformed. Oh my god, he detransformed in his sleep!
Whenever you turn 16, whatever happens to your body happens to your soulmate’s body. Connor Murphy’s soulmate loves trees and flowers, but is also suicidal and anxious. He writes reminders about how they should take their medications, and that today was going to be a good day. He’s paired up with Evan Hansen, the boy who he tried to get away from after signing his cast, in Biology 2. He offers to hang out after school, and Evan accepts. The sad thing is that everything flips there.
Word Count: 7.1K Trigger Warnings: self-harm, mention of suicide attempt, and panic attacks.
Fifteen tattoos were littered all over Connor’s body. They were small, and he had been getting them
since he was 16, and his mother wrote out a thing saying he had parent’s
permission to get tattoos. Cynthia only
did that because all the drawings were soulmate markings.