Soulmate AU: You see color the first time you look your soulmate in the eyes.
A/N: I wanted to read Scream imagines but there weren't a lot in the tag. This popped into my mind as a solution ig
Your legs burned as you ran.
What the hell were you thinking working the night shift? How could you do this to yourself?
You were just trying to drive home from work. Was that so hard to ask for?
But it only took a second in your car for you to realize that someone was in the backseat of your car.
Why didn't you check the outside of your car first? You knew what was going on.
All it took was a glint of the knife in the rearview mirror for you to stop the car in the road, grateful the streets were empty, and throw yourself out the front door.
Unfortunately, that was all it took for him to rush and chase after you. It took even less incentive for him to catch up to you, throwing you onto the gravel road.
The rocks and road dug into your hands as you landed. "No! Please!" You shut your eyese flipped you over, straddling your hips to hold you down. One of his hands traveled to hold your wrists up above you; the other pressed his knife against your throat. "Please," you sobbed, "Please don't kill me. My family needs me. Ple-"
That's when the point of the knife pressed deeper into the side of your throat. You let out a choked mix of a sob and scream as you felt the hot blood trickle down.
Your eyes opened, staring up at his mask to plead when-
It felt like the wind was knocked out of you. Freezing you and sticking you to the ground.
You couldn't fight or plead anymore. It seemed he couldn't either; his knife lifting away from your throat. His mask was white, surrounded by a hood so dark it blended in with the night sky above you. You could see the dried up crimson blood splattered on the bottom of his mask. The silver of the knife.
You could see color.
You could see color because of him.
A car was nearing you, and it threw him out of his focused gaze on you. He jumped off you, running towards the neighborhood you knew was a block away. But you couldn't bring yourself to follow him or to yell to let the nearby people know or to even call out for help.
"Y/N!" You heard someone yell before footsteps came over to you. Emma grabbed your wrists, pulling you up to sit straight. "Are you okay?"
He was going to kill you. He followed you in order to murder you. He was on top of you ready to slice your throat open. Just like he did to Riley
"Hey," Noah said, grabbing your chin to look at you, "You're okay. You're safe with us." You saw Audrey looking around the area you were at for the killer.
He killed Riley. He murdered her and you... And you're his... How could you do that to her? She was your best friend. How could you be...
"I'm a bad person," you whispered. All three of them look at you with wide eyes. "Oh my god, I'm such a horrible person."
You miss the panicked look Audrey and Noah share at your confession. Emma forced you to look at her. "You're not a bad person. You've saved us so many times. It's not your fault for him attacking you-"
"He killed Riley! He killed her! How could I-" You screamed before sobbing took over. You wrapped your arms around yourself.
Audrey bent down to your level, grabbing your shoulder to still you. "What happened?"
You forced yourself to still long enough to take a full breath. "His knife was against my throat, and he looked me in the eye to cut it."
Emma started, "I'm sorry I-"
"I can see color now," you muttered.
And they all felt the same ice in their blood as crying took over again.
Description: You are a Lodge. You trusted pretty much no one, except for Veronica and your boyfriend, Jughead. At least that’s until you find a certain jacket in his trailer.
Genre: Fluff in the beginning, Mostly angst
Word Count: 1,497 words
Set between S1 and S2
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You and Veronica were fraternal twins. And when your family began falling apart, you stuck together as if you were back in the womb. She used to sneak into your room to sleep with you at night when your parents would start arguing.
As you grew up, you dealt with the stress of your family in different ways. She made dozens and dozens of friends, who knew her but didn’t know her. She went out to parties and got so drunk until your parent’s yelling would be dulled. She used people as outlets and distractions.
You did the opposite. You would lock your door, put in your noise-cancelling headphones, and let the world disappear. You’d go to libraries or parks, letting the silence engulf and numb you. Yet, when it got really bad, you two would sneak into each other’s rooms.
And that continued when Hermione picked up your family and went to Riverdale, you both thought that dynamic would continue. Then Jughead walked into your life.
More accurately, he slid into it- your booth, that is. He started asking questions about the case he was working on at the time. You had narrowed your eyes at him, silent. “If I pay for your milkshake, will you answer me?”
“I can afford my own milkshake, but thanks,” you muttered.
He smiled at you as he leaned onto his elbows on the table, and you had flashbacks to your Mom telling you it wasn’t polite to have elbows on the table. “What will it take for you to answer my questions?” Jughead asked.
Description: You are a Lodge. You trusted pretty much no one, except for Veronica and your boyfriend, Jughead. At least that’s until you find a certain jacket in his trailer.
Genre: Fluff in the beginning, Mostly angst
Word Count: 1,497 words
Set between S1 and S2
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You and Veronica were fraternal twins. And when your family began falling apart, you stuck together as if you were back in the womb. She used to sneak into your room to sleep with you at night when your parents would start arguing.
As you grew up, you dealt with the stress of your family in different ways. She made dozens and dozens of friends, who knew her but didn’t know her. She went out to parties and got so drunk until your parent’s yelling would be dulled. She used people as outlets and distractions.
You did the opposite. You would lock your door, put in your noise-cancelling headphones, and let the world disappear. You’d go to libraries or parks, letting the silence engulf and numb you. Yet, when it got really bad, you two would sneak into each other’s rooms.
And that continued when Hermione picked up your family and went to Riverdale, you both thought that dynamic would continue. Then Jughead walked into your life.
More accurately, he slid into it- your booth, that is. He started asking questions about the case he was working on at the time. You had narrowed your eyes at him, silent. “If I pay for your milkshake, will you answer me?”
“I can afford my own milkshake, but thanks,” you muttered.
He smiled at you as he leaned onto his elbows on the table, and you had flashbacks to your Mom telling you it wasn’t polite to have elbows on the table. “What will it take for you to answer my questions?” Jughead asked.
“Throw in a thing of fries,” you stated, before you raised the book you were reading up, “And you leave me alone to read.”
“You got a deal, Lodge.”
That one interview evolved into study sessions, until that too evolved into dates, without you even realizing it. He slowly broke down all of your walls. mostly because he didn’t intend to. He never pushed you to trust him, instead all he wanted to do was have a conversation. And as time passed, he realized that he wanted to know everything about you, at your pace.
That’s why, while Veronica was having sleepovers with Betty or Archie (and saying that they were with Betty), you’d spend time with Jughead.
It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to wake up in Jughead’s bed. You opened up your eyes slightly and saw your notebook and textbook stacked on top of your backpack, remnants from when you two had actually planned on studying.
Jughead groaned from behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso. “I should get up and make breakfast,” he whispered.
“I can make it,” you replied, turning around in his arms to smile at him.
“You’re my guest,” he muttered, leaning down to give you a chaste kiss, “Besides you need to get dressed,”
“I just need to put my shorts on, perv!” you hit his arm with a bright smile. You wondered how much more you smiled since you met him; Veronica told you it was a lot.
He pushed himself up off the bed and trudged into the kitchen. You laid with your eyes closed again before forcing yourself to stand up and grabbed your shorts, pulling them on. The trailer had gotten so hot in the middle of the night, so you haphazardly taken them off in the middle of the night.
You bent down to start putting your things back into your backpack. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking around for the latest book you had bought last week for English. That was when you noticed it underneath the bed, shoved into a ball and tucked underneath.
You don’t know what compelled you to pull at the jacket, but you did. You were numb, just like how you forced yourself to be when your parents gave each other the silent treatment at the dinner table.
The emerald serpent stared back at you. Southside Serpents echoed in your mind. You stood up from the floor; the leather jacket was heavy in your hands. You slowly walked into the kitchen. You could feel your chest rising, but you would’ve sworn that you weren’t breathing at the moment.
Jughead hummed as he stood at the stove. The noises came to a halt, at least in your head. “What’s this?” you all but yelled.
“What?” he asked as he turned around. His eyes widened as he froze. “Where did you find that?”
“I was looking for my copy of Othello, and I found this under your bed,” you said. Your finger rubbed at the cool leather, rough yet smooth at the same time.
“Listen,” he urged, stepping closer to you, “Please just listen, I can explain everything,”
“When did you start your initiation?” you asked, keeping your voice steady and focusing your eyes on him.
“What?”
“I’m not an idiot, Jug,” you said, throwing the jacket onto the table, “You don’t just say ‘I want to be a serpent’ and they hand you a jacket. So when did you start this process?”
He gulped, looking down onto the jacket that had knocked down the plastic cups that had been on the table. “I started a month ago, after my Dad had gotten locked up,”
“When were you planning on telling me?” you said.
“I... don’t know,” Jughead muttered.
You pointed to the jacket. “This is the easy part, Jug, joining is the easy part,” you blurted, your voice raising with every second, “What happens when you have to do something you don’t necessarily want to do in order to protect the Serpents? And let’s be fucking honest here, in a couple of years, you’re probably gonna become the leader of the Serpents. So what happens when you have to tell them to do something you don’t want to do?”
“What’s your point?” Jughead yelled.
You set your jaw. “Joining is the easy part, yet you couldn’t even be honest with me and tell me it. So what happens when you get to the hard stuff?”
“I was planning on telling you!”
“Were you? Or were you just telling yourself that you planned to? We see each other almost every day, and there was not one chance where you thought that keeping this from me was wrong?” you shouted.
“I’m sorry,” Jughead whispered, grabbing your hands and pulling you closer, “I’ll tell you everything,”
“Now you’re lying to me and yourself,” you whispered back, pushing him back. You stormed into the bedroom, whipping one of the drawers out and grabbing armfuls of clothes you had stored here after your sleepovers. You shoved as much as you could fit into your backpack.
“What are you doing?” Jughead asked from the doorway.
“Packing up my stuff,” you stated as you grabbed your backpack. You shoved past him. “I’ll come later for everything else.”
“This can’t be the end of us!” Jughead pleaded, “All because I joined the Serpents?”
You whipped your head back to him. “My Dad is the head of a mafia, and you think you being a part of a gang is scaring me off?” You gulped, forcing yourself not to choke up. “My parent’s marriage at first was- amazing. Even looking back, I feel like the could’ve had the perfect marriage at that time,”
“Y/N,”
“And then, one day, my Dad missed dinner. He never missed dinner. My Mom made us wait two hours before we finally ate, and she stayed in the living room the whole time waiting for him, worried and panicking,” you said, “And he came home, in one piece, but he wouldn’t tell her why he was late. I remember sneaking out to them arguing about it, and as far as I know, he never did,”
“I promise, I’ll clue you in on everything,” Jughead said.
“That’s when they broke apart,” you said, finally looking him in the eyes.
You forced his hands off his arms and out the trailer. “Y/N! I’m not your Dad,” Jughead said, racing after you.
“You’re joining a group that has a questionable past, and you’re hiding it from the people around you,” you said, “Seems like a very good Hiram Lodge look alike,”
“I love you,” he sighed, “Please, we can get through this,”
“I won’t become my Mom. I can’t,” you choked out, wiping at your cheeks quickly, so fast Jughead never even noticed that tears had fallen.
He stared at you for a moment. And he saw that all of the walls he had easily broke down, were now back up. You weren’t the person he had woken up to, instead you were the Lodge that had walked into Riverdale High with a stoic face.
“I’m sorry,” Jughead whispered.
You sighed, adjusting your backpack. “I know.” You avoided his eyes as you walked away, already planning your order for Pop’s diner, while you waited for Veronica to pick you up.
hello! i was scrolling through your page and your writings are awesome! just out of curiosity, if you’re okay saying what it was, what was the brooke imagine you mentioned before your hiatus? amazing job again with your writings!
Hi!! Thank you so much btw that means a lot 🥰 unfortunately tumblr deleted a bunch of my inbox during that hiatus, but it was a Brooke prompt imagine that was smth along the lines of “all I have it procrastination and poor anger management” (?)
Sorry to whoever requested it!!! I completely lost it, and to be honest I rlly suck when I intentionally try to write comedy
#2 from random for Toni from Riverdale please? I'd really appreciate it!
“Are you flirting with me?”
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You checked your appearance in your phone’s reflection one last time before you smiled at yourself. Running your hand through your hair one last time, you stepped out of the car and into Pop’s Diner.
You held out your invitation card to the bodyguard, sending her a smile as you entered La Bonne Nuit. Honestly, you probably would’ve only come here a couple times before you graduated. But there was a certain someone that kept making you want to visit.
Toni’s eyes caught yours across the room, and she rolled her eyes with a smile. You ordered your drink, turning around when you saw her. “Oh, Toni?” you feigned surprise, “I didn’t know you’d be here,”
“You didn’t know that the Pretty Poisions- the security team-, would be here?” she raised her eyebrows.
You took a sip of your drink and shrugged. “Guess I didn’t think about it,”
“Sure, you didn’t,”
“I do have to say,” you leaned closer, “You being the muscle around here is pretty hot. The all strong and mighty protector,”
“Oh, you think that’s hot?” Her tongue peeked out and wet her bottom lip.
“Yup,” you said, “It makes me wonder what else those strong muscles could do to me,”
She stepped closer, if you moved even a centimeter forward, you’d be pressed up against her. “Are you flirting with me?”
“What would you say if I was?” you whispered.
“I would say-” She trailed her hand up your arm, just barely touching you. “-That my shift gets off in an hour, and I could take real good care of you afterwards,”
“Then I’ll be here,” you said, pulling back and taking another sip of your drink.
“You’re unbelievable,” she muttered with a smile.
“Very few people believe it when they meet an angel,” you said.
“I’ll see you in an hour then,” she said, giving you a quick kiss before walking away. You smiled as you noticed her swaying her hips. She looked back, catching your gaze, and smirked.
You peeked your eyes open, squinting to see a three flashing back at you. Already knowing the answer, you flung your hand behind you, groaning when the cold hit your hand.
You threw the blanket off of you, hissing when the cold air hit your legs. You crossed your arms and rubbed them as you stepped out of the bedroom. You pressed your lips together as you saw Scott’s face illuminated by the computer, typing away on the couch.
He was trying so hard. Trying to pass all of his classes at the community college. Trying to save up enough money. Trying to keep the pack safe. Trying to make his Mom proud. Trying to stay present enough to have a relationship with you.
Your heart lit up and felt heavy as you watched him. You stepped towards him, wrapping your arms from behind him. The typing froze for a moment, his hand coming up to squeeze yours for a moment. Scott whispered, afraid to break the silence of the night, “Why aren’t you asleep?”
You pressed your head into his neck, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid the glare of the computer’s light. “Why aren’t you?” You retorted.
He smiled. “I have an essay due Wednesday.”
“Don’t you work in the morning?” you asked, humming as his hand rubbed up and down on your arm.
“I’ve worked on low sleep before,” he said.
You flicked his shoulder, making him laugh. “You need to take care of yourself,”
“I need to take care of this essay in order to take care of us down the line,” Scott said, finally turning around to look at you.
“And I’m worried about taking care of you in the moment,” you said, “Please-” You kissed him softly “-Come back to bed,”
“Just let me finish this paragraph,” he said, kissing you when you scrunched up your face, “I’ll be there in five minutes,”
“Okay,” you yawned before trudging back to the bed, collapsing into the sheets. It felt like forever before you felt him climbing into bed with you.
Scott’s arms wrapped around your stomach, immediately bringing heat. You hummed as you turned yourself to lay on your back. He smiled, slowly kissing you. “You can’t keep doing this, Scott,” you whispered in between kisses.
His thumb rubbed at the exposed skin on your hip. “I just don’t want to slip up and have it all come crashing down.”
“You’re doing great, Scott,” you said, wrapping your hands around his neck, “You taking care of yourself means that you’ll be stronger- for everything,”
“How did I manage to get a hold of you?” he asked, trailing kisses down your neck.
“By being yourself,” you whispered, grabbing his chin and pulling it up. He stared at you with a smile; you noticed that he kept looking at you like that. “What?”
“Marry me,” he whispered, before pressing his lips against yours again.
Your eyes widened. “Are you serious?”
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while,” Scott confessed, “I can’t imagine what it would be like without you.”
“Scott-”
“I want you. For the rest of my life. I want nothing but you,” he said, kissing you deeply again.
“There is no amount of words of how much I hate you right now.”….. I got carried away with this because I love Reggie so much.
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You stomped your way through the school. The only thing that quelled the fire inside you was your clenched fists as your nails dug into your palm.
First period hasn’t started yet. He’ll be in the boy’s locker room. Both of them.
“Y/N!” Jughead yelled as he pushed students aside to reach you, blocking the entrance to the locker room in front of you. “I know you’re pissed- I am too. But come on, be rational,”
There was a small crowd staring at your interaction. But your eyes never wavered from his.
“If it was Jellybean, you’d have swung off the rails a lot earlier than me,” you snarled as you stepped closer, “Now get out of my way or there will be a Jughead-sized dent in this wall,”
“Don’t break any bones, it’s easier to sue then,” he whispered before stepping to the side.
You made a note to thank him later before you shoved the door open, feeling a rush as you stepped through it. A freshman on his was sitting on the bench, staring at you with wide eyes. “Where’s Reggie?”
He shakily pointed to the lockers behind him, and you followed his direction. Your eyes glossed over with anger as you saw him and Archie joking around.
“Reggie.” He glanced up at you with wide eyes.
“What are you doing her-“ he was cut off as your hand hit his cheek, already displaying a warm imprint of your hand.
Archie stepped between you two. “Hey, what’s going on?”
“Back the fuck up Archie, or I’ll break your nose because you’re just as much a part of this,” you spat.
“Y/N,” Reggie said.
“Fuck you, Reggie,” you yelled, “You and all of you police-state proxies are nothing but dangerous teenagers that think you’re better than everybody else because you know how to catch a football,”
“What happened?” Archie asked.
You whirled your hand towards him. “Oh? Are you such a bad leader that you’re not even told when you’re cronies beat my brother senseless?”
“Sweet Pea?” Archie furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Reggie.
“They broke two of his ribs!” you shouted, “He called me and Jughead to help him limp back home last night!”
Archie stepped closer to you and put a hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry. I had no idea that the Red Circle did that,”
“At best your Red Circle is a disaster, and at worst it’s a way to terrorize the Southside-”
“That’s not fair,” Archie said.
“-The Southside has the Serpents to protect it, and from what I’ve heard, you guys have not stopped one crime down there. Meanwhile you were the one that did grafitti on our territory,”
“It is for the protection of everybod-” Archie started, and you felt that rage bubble up. All you could feel was your fist against his jaw.
“Stay the fuck out of the Southside,” you spat before you stormed out of the locker room.
“Y/N! Wait!” You heard someone chase after you, and you knew who it was. You walked into the empty student lounge. Reggie panted; his shirt messily on.
“Shut the door,” you demanded, and he softly did. You both stared at each other for a moment. “What do you want?”
“I didn’t,” he started, stepping closer, “I promise you. I wasn’t there when it happened,”
You raised your hand and stepped back. “But you knew about it, didn’t you? That they were gonna go into the Southside?”
‘I-Yes.” He sighed.
“Ya know, ever since that Circle shit started,” you said, “I’ve been walking Toni home because neither of us feel safe because you guys could show up whenever,”
“We would never hurt you,” Reggie pleaded.
“You would never hurt me,” you corrected, “And you would hurt me if we weren’t sleeping together,”
“We’re not just that, you know that,”
“You can’t fuck me and then terrorize my home,” you yelled, “You can’t lean on me when you’re going through shit and not warn me when your friends are there to beat on my fucking brother!”
“I’m sorry!” Reggie said, blinking back tears. “I’ll leave them and-”
“His nickname is Sweet Pea cuz when we were kids, he’d get in fights in order to protect me,” you muttered. And your anger bubbled up again. “ There is no amount of words of how much I hate you right now.” And with that, you walked out.
#16 Random Cora x ftm!reader (again lmao) thank you for the last one btw pretty damn cool tbh
“I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius”
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Cora grabbed her hair as she tried to pull it into a ponytail. “I’m gonna go on a run, babe,” she yelled as she walked past the living room, “Maybe we could go out for lunch afterwards?”
“Cora,” you said, and it was the stoic tone you used that made her turn around.
She pulled her hand in front of her face to cover her smile. You pressed your lips together as she stepped closer to you, before she hesitantly reached her hand up into your hair. Her hand simply pat your hair for a moment.
You glared as she giggled. Even though you were thoroughly annoyed, you took a mental image of her giggling face. It wasn’t much that got her to express herself so openly. “Ya know, I was expecting a haircut, a wardrobe dress, maybe even hormones later on,” she giggled, still patting your hair, “But this, oh you’re lucky I love you,”
“Cora.” You raised your eyebrows.
“Don’t worry, carrot top,” she popped the p, leaning down to give you a peck. You gave a dramatic pout into the kiss as she played with your orange locks. Carrots weren’t this orange. “I still think you’re hot,”
You bit your bottom lip to stop a smile from spreading. “It’s not even April Fool’s Cora,” you whispered as she kept her face close, “So why’d you do it?”
“I didn’t do it!” She finally burst out laughing, leaning away from you.
“Then why are you laughing?” you accused.
“Because whoever did it is a freaking genius!” Cora finally began to calm down, leaning her hands onto the couch’s arm.
“I mean, their scent didn’t catch you or Derek off guard,” you started, “So it has to be someone in the pack… I wouldn’t go as far to call them a genius,”
“I mean…” Cora’s eyes traveled back to your hair as she played with a particular strand, “They knew enough about hair to get the right ingredients,”
Your eyes widened. “Chemisty.”
“What?” she asked.
“That’s just chemistry,” you said, leaning up with a smirk on your face, “And you know who would say that?”
You both smiled at each other as you said together. “Lydia.”
Cora leaned down and kissed you softly. “I have such a smart carrot top,”
You groaned as you pushed her away softly. “Fuck you!”
“Gladly,” she winked as she stepped away from you.
You grabbed a couch pillow and tossed it at her, which she easily caught. “Go on your run now, Cora,” you said, “I have a vengeance plot to plan,”
“I’ll help you out if you need manpower,” Cora called out as she grabbed her protein shake and walked out the door.
Oh btw are you still taking requests for teen wolf
Yeah! I can’t promise that I’ll actually do it just bc I have a pretty bad pattern with requests. But I do still enjoy writing for teen wolf and it does help with inspiration! 💖
#19 Allison x trans!male reader if possible please
#19: “Can I stay with you tonight?” (you can request a drabble from the prompt list here!)
You tensed up as Allison’s head leaned onto your shoulder. She had come over just to study, but it was about twenty minutes before she pushed away the notebooks and asked if you wanted to watch a movie instead.
So now you’re here, her laying in your arms, hers around your waist. You wondered if she could hear your heartbeat, even though her head wasn’t on your chest; it was probably loud enough to hear it. Your fingertips moved back and forth, ghosting across the skin that her shirt had pulled up. You moved your head, taking in a deep breath, smiling when you caught a whiff of her shampoo. She smelled like oranges.
You didn’t even remember the name of the movie Allison picked, instead your gaze was focused on her. She bit her lip and looked up at you. ‘What are you looking at?”
“You.” You forced your eyes away and laughed.
Allison laughed into your shoulder. She whispered, her head still on your shoulder, just loud enough to hear,“I…. really like you.”
“I like you too,” you whispered back with heating cheeks, “But…”
She moved her gaze upwards, and your heart clenched at her doe eyes. Her hand was resting on your stomach, and she began moving her thumb back and forth, as if she could sense your anxieties. “But what?”
“But… I thought you didn’t like girls,” you whispered, avoiding her gaze.
Allison pushed herself up so she was over you. She pushed away some of your hair, smiling at the new haircut you had gotten. You had come out to the pack months ago, cutting your hair not that long after. “Last time I checked…” She swept down and pressed her lips against yours, just pressed against you for a moment.
She pulled away and smiled at you. “You weren’t a girl.” You smiled at her before you raised your head up, kissing her again, softly. You felt her smile as kissed you. Her hands placed on both sides of your head to keep herself steady. You pulled away for a moment to take in a deep breath before she leaned in again.
Allison kissed you harder, pressing you against the pillows. “Can I stay with you tonight?” she whispered.
You giggled as she leaned over you. “Allison…” you whined.
“We don’t have to do anything,” she clarified, whispering against your neck. “I just want to be with you,”
You ran your hand through her hair. “Okay.” She smiled at you. “I want to be with you too,” you whispered, kissing her again.
Yup! That’s fine! You can send multiple numbers or multiple requests, but if you’re doing different requests I just ask you send different asks so they’re easier to keep track of.
Thanks! (I also got your other request and I was wondering if you wanted ftm or mtf?) Edit: I reread it and I don’t need that answer sorry!
im torn between not deleting my google doc copy of my fanfictions bc i don’t trust tumblr and being so scared that years later from now i’ll let someone go into my google drive to edit smth random and they’ll come across the fanfic of werewolves going at it and i’ll have to face them like...
*Requested* Malia x Reader x Scott (not the pairing I ever imagined but I really enjoyed writing this)
NSFW: Threesome, oral (female receiving), heat (bc we’re hitting all the werewolf cliches)
Summary: Y/N knew about heats. Yet when hers actually takes place, she still shuts herself up in her room because she can’t handle the idea of dealing with it. Yet her MIA pushes two concerned people right into her space, where she’s forced to be upfront with them.
Word count: 3.4k (ish)
You pulled your hair up into a ponytail as you played a game that was actually really boring. You glanced up just in time to see Lydia speed walking over to you. “Sorry, I’m late,” she said as she grabbed your hand and pulled you into the store, “Especially since I know you didn’t really want to come shopping anyways,”
“It’s fine,” you said as you glanced at the racks of clothing, “What held you up?”
“I was studying with Scott and Kira when Liam sent an SOS message,” she sighed, stopping to comb through some dresses.
Your eyes widened as she held the dress up to your form, mentally making a note on letting her know that didn’t approve of this choice. “Is he alright?”
“He’s fine, it’s just his-” She glanced around the store for a moment before leaning in closer. “-first heat, ya know?”
“He messaged Scott for that?”
“In the spur of the moment, he was so overwhelmed he messaged Scott. It sounded like he wasn’t even sure of what was going on because of it,” Lydia said as she frowned at the garment and put it back.
“It’s that bad?” you asked, not realizing the shaking of your voice.
Lydia glanced at you before she gave you a small smile. “Sometimes I forget how new you are to all of this,” she whispered, glancing routinely for people in the store, “It can get pretty bad. Malia told me if it’s not handled for a long time it can even become painful,”
“Being a werewolf sucks,” you sighed as you started looking through the rack, avoiding her gaze.
She dragged her hand up and down your arm. “That’s what the pack is for. Apparently Scott is the best person for it because he’s the Alpha, but pretty much anybody in the pack can handle it,”
You raised your eyebrow. “Anybody?”
“Anybody,” she dramatically winked before laughing, “I think it’s more about the bond of the pack more than actual mating,”
“You can’t handle it yourself?”
Lydia shook her head and focused her gaze on you. “From all the stories I’ve heard, it never works. Malia told me she dealt with her first one by herself and the second one was a lot worse. There’s no shame in turning to the pack, we all understand it,”
You nodded to yourself before you grabbed a random shirt and held it up. “Could you see me wearing this?”
In hindsight, you should have seen it coming. You had been a werewolf for a while, and it had to happen sometime. You felt like dying as soon as you had woke up that morning. From the few times heats had been brought up, you knew that it could be painful, but it was a hundred times more intense than you thought. You groaned as you clutched your shirt and fanned it, sweat clinging to your form. As you fanned yourself, you grabbed your phone with your other hand to send a message to Scott.
Y/N: I’m rlly sorry but I have to miss the meeting tonight.
You stood up and changed, sighing as the cold air of your room hit your sweat. You pulled your hair into a bun before a message came in from Scott.
Scott: That’s fine, is everything okay?
You bite your lip as you tried to figure out if you should tell him. Deaton told you that it was the Alpha’s job to help take care of heats in the most awkward werewolf sex-ed lecture after you turned. It was a normal thing for Scott to do; you knew for a fact that he had helped people in the pack. Still, it felt awkward to tell him. What would you even say: Hey Scott, everything’s fine I just like, really need sex right now? Lydia told me you can help, so ya know, if you could help me out, that’d be greatly appreciated.
You shook your head as you type out: Yeah, I think I’m coming down with a cold so I’m just gonna lay around at the house today ig
You sighed as you collapsed right back onto your bed. You pressed your head into the pillow and groaned as another wave of heat flashed across you and settled between your legs. You considered trying to just go back to sleep instead of dealing with your problems when your phone buzzed.
Scott: Ok, make sure to message me if you need anything that’s what the pack’s for
A small smile crossed your face and contemplated telling him the truth before you dropped your phone and dug your face into your pillow. A nap it would be.
Malia squinted at Scott as she glanced away from her textbook. “What’s bothering you?”
He raised his eyebrows and struggled for an answer. ‘Nothing’s bothering me, just can’t understand this worksheet I guess,” he mumbled, focusing back on his paper.
She shook her head, narrowing her eyes and leaning forward. “I’ve seen you with tough assignments Scott, you don’t give off that amount of stress. What’s really the problem?”
Scott clenched his jaw for a moment before sighing. “Y/N said she couldn’t make it to the pack meeting tonight-”
“Why?” Malia’s eyes widened.
“That’s the problem,” Scott said,”When I asked, she just avoided the question. I’m worried about her. She’s never missed anything for the pack before,”
“Let’s go to her house,” Malia said, already reaching for her jacket.
“What?” Scott said, standing up as Malia started packing up her stuff.
“We need to make sure that she’s alright, Scott,” Malia insisted, “If it’s nothing, then we’ll talk to her for a bit and then leave. If something’s up, then she’ll know we’re there for her, and we’ll help her out,”
Scott stared at her for a moment before relenting. “That’s a good idea. I’ll go ahead and drive us,”
You whined as you woke up to the sound of knocking at your front door. The heat hit you like a brick wall, making you bite your lip before standing up. “I’m coming!” you yelled as you walked to the door, stopping one step away from it as you caught a whiff of the people outside. “Scott? Mal?”
“Hey Y/N, we were worried about you and just wanted to check in,” Scott said from the other side of the door.
“Can we come in? Is everything alright?” Malia asked, and you could hear her stepping closer to the door. You put your hands on your hips and gripped the fabric of your shirt, willing yourself to not just open the door. It was hard enough already, but now people from your pack- the people that your instincts told you would ease it- were standing just a couple inches away.
You heard Scott take a step closer before putting a hand on the door. “Y/N, is that the scent that I think it is?”
Your eyes widened, and you had to stop yourself from letting out an instinctual groan. “I- Scott, I think it’s best if you guys just go. I don’t want you to feel obligated to… help me out. It’s fine. You guys can just go, okay?”
“It’s not an obligation. We want to help you. Just open the door and let us help you, the way packs are supposed to help each other,” Scott said.
Malia sighed, “I went through my first one alone too. It wasn’t until I finally let Scott and the pack help me out that they got easier. Trust me, just let us help you,”
You could hear the two of them. The will you had to deal with this yourself beginning to wane. “I-”
“We really want to help you, Y/N,” Malia said after letting out a deep breath.
Before you realized what you were doing, you opened the door and grabbed Malia’s shirt. She gripped your hips as she walked you backwards, pressing her mouth towards you, and you registered that Scott followed you in, shutting the door behind him. Now that you were in the same room as them, their scents completely overwhelmed you. You felt like you were light, and the only thing grounding you were those two.
Malia pulled away from you, littering open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck. You opened your eyes and stared at Scott; his crimson eyes focused on you and Malia. He stepped towards you and put his hand on the back of your head, forcing you to move your head to the side and give Malia more space. He gently gripped your hair, just enough to tug at it. “Why didn’t you just tell me you needed our help?”
“I-” Your breath got caught in your throat as Malia’s canine scrapped a sensitive part of your neck. “I thought I could handle it by myself,”
“Well, if your scent has anything to go by it, I don’t think that worked out well for you,”
“I’m sorry,” you forced out, your heartbeat going a million miles a minute, “Please help me,”
“If you insist,” he smiled at you before grabbing your hand and pulling it. “Come on Mal,” Malia pulled away with a smirk as Scott led you to your room. He gently pushed you onto the bed, kissing you harshly. His hands traveled to your shorts, slipping underneath your waistband. You gasped against him as he pushed against your clit.
His head dropped to the side of your neck, immediately scraping his canines against it. Malia climbed onto the bed next to you, pulling her clothes off while focusing her stare on you. Scott left one open-mouthed kisses up and down your neck, taking your scent in. You moaned, gripping his shoulder as your heat seemed to grow tenfold, making the arousal between your legs almost painful.
Scott pulled back from you, hand slipping out of your shorts- his red eyes focusing on your panting form. Your hands reached for the hem of your shirt, immediately pulling it over your head. Before you could react, Malia ducked down to kiss you, her tongue pushing past your lips. You groaned into her as her hands ghosted across your form. Her hand dragged over your nipple before pinching it.
You moaned as she dipped her head down, trailing kisses around your breast. “Look at you, so eager,” she whispered with a smirk, breathing against you before sucking your nipple harshly. Scott pulled at your shorts, and you raised your hips in order to help him take them off.
“Fuck,” you called out as he took in your clit, circling it with his tongue. Your body felt like it was on fire, every touch sending more pressure in your lower stomach. You grabbed the back of Malia’s head, pulling her up to kiss her. Her hands tangled themselves in your hair as you dragged your hand down her body. You slid your finger down her folds, slowly sliding it in, causing her to growl against you. Malia bit you lip as you added another finger, pumping against her as Scott sucked your clit harshly.
He gripped your thighs, holding them down to the mattress as you arched your back. Malia pulled on your nipple, moaning into your mouth as you curled your fingers, honing in on her sweet spot. She squeezed your shoulder, pulling away from your lips as she panted. You tried to focus on her as Scott sped up, pulling you closer to his mouth by his grip on your hips.
Malia’s breath hitched as she dropped her head into the juncture where your neck met your shoulder, moaning into your ear as she went over the edge. You bit your lip as you felt her clenching around you. Scott finally pulled away from your core, making you whine. You opened your mouth to say something before Malia pushed your head to the side as she sucked at your neck. Your breath hitched as she bit you. Your back arched as the pain blossomed into pleasure, traveling down your body.
She finally pulled away after littering kisses around the bite mark, her eyes immediately honing in on the mark. “It suits you,” she smiled while licking her lips.
“Got a little carried away, huh Mal?” Scott raised his eyebrows.
She shrugged. “Consider it pack bonding?”
His eyes focused back on you, shining crimson. You had to press your lips together in order to keep yourself letting out a sound at the look in his eyes, as if you were at his whim. “Y/N, get over here, and Malia lay down where she was,” Scott stated.
Without a second thought, you moved closer to him, your heart already beginning to speed up. He put his hand under your chin. “Your heat is still bothering you, isn’t it little one?” He grinned as you nodded demurely. He kissed you before turning you around. He put his mouth to your ear. “You’re gonna focus on Malia, while I focus on you, okay?”
You nodded, and he squeezed your hips. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” you squeaked, “I understand, Scott,” Malia smirked at Scott over your shoulder. A part of you wanted to know what that look meant, but it left your mind as Scott put a hand on your lower back.
You kissed her for a moment, before you traveled down her body. You kissed along her thigh, slowly closing in on the one area she needed you. You licked at her folds, before sucking harshly on her clit. You watched as Malia threw her head back, letting out a moan against her as Scott ran his hand up and down your core. He pushed a hand on your clit as he leaned over, pressing a kiss on your shoulder. “Just focus on her, trust me,” he whispered.
Without waiting for a response, he pressed up against your entrance. You gripped her thighs as he slowly eased into you. You moaned, making Malia reach down and tug at your hair. You slid your finger into her as Scott grabbed your hips and sped up. You pulled yourself away from her, trying to keep your claws that appeared from digging in too deep on her legs.
You left sloppy kisses up and down on her, moaning at the light scratches Scott left. He growled as you clenched around him. Malia pulled your hair and attention back to her. “I’m really close,” she groaned out. You curled your fingers until her back arched as you put more force onto her clit. You moaned at Scott’s movement, making your legs jelly. The heat that had been between your legs had taken over your whole body.
You could feel your toes curling as you fixated on Malia’s pleasure. It became increasingly hard as you release closed in closer and closer. Scott adjusted his grip on your hips, entering you at a new angle, which made you groan into Malia. Her back arched at the movement. She pulled you closer by your hair as you eased her through her orgasm. Her moans caused you to clench around Scott.
Malia panted as she pushed you away, too sensitive. You grabbed the sheets as Malia pulled herself up the mattress. Scott groaned as you pushed yourself back onto him. He pulled you up, his chest pressed up against your back. He held you still as he focused on pushing you over the edge.
He let out a groan, dragging his hand down to your clit. You gasped as pressure started growing in your lower belly. You felt like jelly, moaning out as you felt yourself get closer and closer. Scott sped up, hitting that spot a couple more times before you snapped, and you threw your head back The pleasure shot up and down your body, as your muscles spasmed before you relaxed against him. He drags his teeth across your neck before sinking his teeth into the side of your neck. You moaned out as the pain mixed with the pleasure still coursing through your body. You whined as he pumped a few times before he met his release.
“Who got carried away this time?” Malia laughed.
“Shut up,” he laughed. Scott slowly pulled out. “Are you alright?”
You nodded as you laid down onto the bed. Malia smiled at you as she grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to her. Scott stepped out of the room as Malia wrapped her arms around you. “Are you all wiped out?”
“Totally,” you sighed.
Scott stepped closer with a wet towel. “This is gonna be a little sensitive, sorry,” Scott said, slowly wiping away for a moment before throwing it into your hamper. “Do you feel better?”
“Yeah, I do,” you smiled, “Thank you guys,”
“No problem,” Malia said, pushing away a strand of hair as Scott laid down next to you, grabbing one of your hands. “You should have seen me during mine,”
“God, you were a mess,” Scott groaned, laughing into your shoulder.
“Yeah, I would orgasm and immediately try to go for another round,”
You raised your eyebrows. “Really? I feel like I could sleep for a week right now,”
“I figured it out after dealing with Malia for a while,” Scott laughed, “If you just give in immediately, it doesn’t give a real sense of relief for that person. Instead, they need to work it off as much as you need to get them off,”
You hit Scott’s arm as you scrunched up your face. “That sentence is easily the grossest thing that’s happened today,”
Malia laughed as Scott put his hand up. “That’s why I had you focus on Malia and not me. Otherwise you probably would’ve just kept going.”
“I remember you had me go through the times tables the last time,” Malia whined.
You turned towards Scott. “Deaton told me that alphas are supposed to deal with the pack’s heat-” and Scott nodded “-so what are you supposed to do during your heat?”
Scott shrugged with a smile, “A lot of betas just use the alpha unless they have a mate. Alphas usually just use whoever’s willing in the pack, I guess,”
You were about to speak again when a phone went off. Malia turned and grabbed her phone. “I have to head home, guys,” Malia muttered as she picked up her clothes. She pulled them on before leaning over to give you a peck. “Make sure you rest up. And call me if you need anything,”
“I will, thank you,” you whispered.
“Don’t worry about it. It went both ways,” she smirked, “I’ll see you guys later,” She shut the door behind her as you curled more into your blanket.
“You should probably go to sleep,” Scott said, glancing down at your hips for any marks.
“Actually, I have one more question,” you sighed with your eyes already closed.
“And that is?”
“Why did you guys bite my neck?” you turned to look at him.
He grimaced as his hand brushed against the bite marks on your neck. “It’s technically, when you really look at it, a mating mark,” Your eyes widened, and he put his hand up as he raced to explain himself. “Don’t worry, you would have to be marked like three times by the same person in order for a mate to actually be formed. And you’d have to mark us too,”
“That’s good. I love you guys, but I don’t know if I’m ready to be werewolf-married to two people at once before I graduate,”
He shook his head with a smile. “Malia got pretty caught up in the moment and bit you. I noticed after you were done… focusing on her-” He cringed. “-that she was looking at you pretty possessively so I bit you because an Alpha’s bite overpowers a Beta’s,”
“So I guess, thank you for claiming me,” you winked.
“Pleasure was all mine,” he said as he grabbed his clothes to start getting dressed. “You should probably get some sleep while you can. It’ll be really hard to after the heat sets in again,”
“Where are you going?” You raised yourselves up on your elbows.
“Well, is there anyone coming home soon?” he asked.
“Nope, business trip,” you said, looking up at him.
He smiled. “If it’s fine with you, then I’ll just chill for a while,” Scott winked, “Go ahead and call me if you need anymore help,”
You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Thank you though, not just for today, but in general, it would suck to deal with all of this werewolf stuff alone,” you said as you messed with the blanket.
“Don’t worry about it, that’s what the pack’s for,” Scott said before shutting the door behind him. You sighed as you pulled your blanket towards you as you shut your eyes.
just found your blog and i’m so thankful bc damn you’re an amazing writer. any tips for writing reader insert fan fictions?
hi!!! im so sorry for not answering faster, you are so sweet, thank you so much!!!
some tips from someone who both wrote and read a lot of reader inserts:
-still give ‘y/n’ a personality/backstory, even tho it’s tech a reader insert someone w/o any characteristics will probably be boring for ppl to read and for you to write. that said i do suggest going away from talking abt physical characteristics unless it pertains to the story bc then it can put some readers off (imagine having a lot of acne and the y/n is explicitly stated to have clear skin, there’s nothing wrong w/ it esp if it builds y/n’s character, but y/n is supposed to be the reader)
-write what you would want to read. whether its super cliche, or has no deep plot, or is a slow burn or insta love. the passion will show through and catch your readers and you’ll prob be more likely to keep on writing and improving.
-don’t be afraid to turn down a request, same idea as above. this is rlly hard to learn but it’s for the best. also some fanfic writers refuse to write something unless it is a request, if you want to do that, there’s nothing wrong with it, but know that there are some fanfic writers that never take requests. yet their writing is still popular and amazing. just try to do things that pushes you to be more creative and original
-check up on your wip every once in a while, maybe you’ll get a spark of creativity and actually finish it! or it can get you thinking of a new storyline
-unless it’s a drabble try to have some idea of what you want the ending to be. that way the entire oneshot can lead up to it. this keeps you focused from pointless exposition. if it’s a multichapter fic, i suggest knowing the ending of the chapter AND the ending of the story. be careful w/ multichapter fics bc they can get way out of focus super fast, that’s why the last part of rivals never got published
-have FUN! if you want to post teasers messing w/ your readers in order to get them excited for the next part, do it. if you want to post a line from a wip with no context, do it. if you want to write a songfic to a song that no probably none of your followers have heard of, do it. you’re doing this for free. you’re doing this with your own time. there is absolutely no reason why you should not derive your own fun from this, even if it’s not what all of your followers want.
Are you going to do a part 2 for eventually with Noah???
i honestly have no idea if this ask was sent in before or after my weird hiatus, so im sorry
no i kinda like the ambiguous ending to that story, so im not planning on a sequel. if you want to know what i’d imagine happens next you can keep on reading or just ignore this if you like the ending how it is
~~~~~~~~~ for the ppl that like ambiguity don’t read this at all~~~~
they don’t get back together. that’s what i intended when i wrote that ending. idk if they end up friends or acquaintances or never speak a word to each other again, but i like to imagine that they don’t hate each other. i like stories where the ex isn’t hated, even they’re not necessarily loved. both noah and y/n find their own path in life, but i never intended them to get back together
