Hello! This will probably flop BUTTT I’m doing a little series of x reader’s based on the album “Man’s Best Friend”! This is something that I’ve always thought of doing but I could never pick a specific album, but this one seemed perfect for what I wanna do! So without further ado, here is the list! I am super excited about this so please interact! I will link them below as I make them
Tracklist
Manchild; Charlie Kelly
Tears; Bucky Barnes
My Man on Willpower; Mike Schmidt
Sugar Talking; Jeff Winger
We Almost Broke Up Again Last Night; Micheal Bluth
Nobody’s Son; Ryan Atwood
Never Getting Laid; Dennis Reynolds
When Did You Get Hot?; Spencer Agnew
Go Go Juice; Steve Harrington
Don’t Worry I’ll Make You Worry; Hasan Piker
House Tour; Anthony Padilla
Goodbye; Ryan Howard
Please comment if you want to be on the tag list, and if so for which ones!
SUMMARY after pierce's untimely death, you and your friends are hooked up to a polygraph machine and forced to expose your true feelings.
PAIRINGS jeff winger x fem!reader
WORD COUNT 1.0k
WARNINGS suggestive content. no smut. reader deceives the lie detector. jeff might be a bit ooc. not proofread, lowercase intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTE request: can you do jeff winger x fem! reader; it’s the episode where after pierce dies he makes them all do a lie detector test. after Jeff gives his speech and they all go around confessing to something, the reader confesses “i just joined the study group because i wanted to fuck jeff” i decided to not make this a smut because it already took me forever to finish this, hope you enjoy!!
for the first time, probably ever, jeff winger was speechless.
after pierce’s funeral, the greendale seven were gathered in the study room as they were interrogated by an associate of pierce as mr. stone had introduced himself. the room had filled quickly with arguments, the friend group turning against each other.
“guys, stop!” jeff shouted over all the yelling. “we have to stop letting pierce do this to us!” the group quieted, listening to jeff as he gave one of his famous speeches. you were sat beside him, eyebrows raised in curiosity. one of your favorite things about jeff winger was that even though he was an egotistical asshole, he did have quite the way with words.
“mr. hawthorne hasn't asked a question in quite some time, mr. winger.” mr. stone stated. it dawned on the group that it would be just like pierce to turn the group against each other even post mortem.
“he’s right. i actually forgot for a second that pierce was dead.” jeff said, looking around at his friends.
“maybe that's what he wanted.” you shrugged.
“or maybe he wanted us to know we're no better off without him.” annie suggested, her voice heavy with what seemed like regret.
“or no better than him.” shirley added solemnly.
“hmm. he kind of nailed it, didn't he?” the group looked to the canister that supposedly held pierce.
hurried footsteps came into the room, stopping toward the entrance. the group looked to see chang storming back in, “i didn't just masturbate in the study room. i masturbated everywhere. everywhere!” chang shouted, his arms raised up.
“ew.” you muttered, eyes widened in disgust.
“confession is good for the soul. you should try it sometime.” chang shoved his hands in his pocket before leaving once more. silence filled the room as the group shared looks with each other.
“there's another round of questions, if you'd like to continue.” mr. stone said, his voice still monotone.
“you want to give us a moment to sit in our own filth before you heap another bucket on us?” jeff asked sarcastically.
“it's strange after all these years how much we've kept hidden from each other. you'd think by now we would have learned to be better people.” annie said. you nodded along, feeling slightly down at the fact that you were still letting pierce get to you and the group, even from the grave.
“i think we got into this mess by thinking there was such a thing as better people.” jeff paused for a moment, his eyes widening in realization.
“wait. that's it. if we're no better than pierce, and pierce is no worse than us, then that means… nobody's really that bad. so what if we're willing to suffer and inflict pain at the mere prospect of material reward? if we stop now, that doesn't make us better. it just makes us so dishonest that we would rather be poor than admit we're flawed. pierce admitted he was flawed, and he died rich. let's celebrate his life and death in the honest way, not by saying fake nice things around a casket, but by admitting we're monsters and clawing joyfully for some of his cash. so does anybody have anything left before we continue?” jeff looked around at the group.
“let's empty our tanks of lies once and for all. i'm jeff winger, and if i had my choice, i would rather look at myself naked than the women i sleep with.”
“i'm the one who hit jeff's lexus in the parking lot. it wasn't a taco truck, and it was racist of me to improvise such an ethnically specific vehicle.” annie spoke next, she looked as if a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders.
“i only give money to homeless people when i'm walking with someone.” britta admitted, a frown creasing her lips.
“i've never been to legoland. i just wanted you guys to think i was cool.” troy blurted out.
“i can be passive-aggressive sometimes.” the group remained quiet like they had with the others. “don't everybody disagree at once. oh, lord, i did it again.” shirley bowed her head in shame.
abed went next, “when any of you chew gum, i want to punch you. ou may as well have submachine guns in your mouths. it vibrates my skull.” that you could agree with.
you knew it was now or never and no one else hesitated so why should you? “i only joined the study group because i wanted to fuck jeff.” the already quiet room went even more silent if that was even possible. the air shifted as you received some judgemental looks, “oh, so now you want to judge?”
“well… did you?” annie asked, her voice trailing off into a whisper.
“nah, i figured his ego was bigger than his dick.” you shrugged, keeping your composure. the whole time you were avoiding jeff’s curious gaze. from beside you, britta hummed in agreement. jeff shot the blonde a look of betrayal. “moving on, hit us with your grand finale, mr. stone.” you drove the attention off of you.
after you were given your respective gift and sperm, the people cleaned up their equipment as the group began to file out. the group was too busy arguing over what bar they were going to hit that they missed jeff grabbing your wrist and pulling you back. he waited until the room had been cleared before turning you to face him. “my ego is bigger than my dick? that’s not what you were saying last night. why’d you lie?” jeff questioned with a smirked.
“who said i was lying?” you bite back, your eyebrows raised. “if i recall correctly, the machine didn’t read any deception.” jeff’s hand moved to the back of your head, moving it to meet his lips in a harsh kiss.
“you’re gonna regret that, sweetheart.” he muttered against your lips. “i’ll have you screaming the truth by the end of the night, you can count on that.” you looked up at him through your lashes, fire in your eyes. you knew you shouldn’t, but you loved to play with fire.
“whatever you say, winger.” you pulled away from his grip, something he could’ve easily stopped but didn’t. you ran to catch up with your friends, leaving jeff in the empty study room with a noticeable bulge in his pants.
MINORS DNI 18+
WARNINGS: not edited mb | f!reader | sex tape | sexual content | established relationship | riding.
NOTES: dedicated to @murdrdocs. credit for the cam idea
ABED NADIR had rented out that clunky camera from the film department ages ago. It sits in his living room precariously balanced on a stack of books on a shelf, and you cannot stop staring at it. It draws you in like a moth to flame, constantly staring into its lens. One part of you is paranoid it’s recording because it’s like Abed to leave it on to capture life as it exists, and the other part secretly daydreams he left it on to capture something else. Regardless of any fantasies, you know he wouldn’t just leave it on on purpose, right?
You chew your lower lip as you watch it and wonder what it would be like if he’d planned to make a movie with you. One without inhibitions or clothes. That kind of spontaneity isn’t within his peripheral, but you still hold out hope.
“What are you looking at?” his question snaps you out of your stupor, jumping in place before meeting his expectant gaze. The noises of the movie playing come into focus as your mouth parts only to expel silence. “You were looking over there so I just thought there was something to look at.” Abed answers your hesitance as if he anticipated your confusion, gesturing with a finger in the direction of the camera while his hand is still wrapped around the spoon in his cereal bowl.
“Oh!” you exclaim, glancing between him and the lens, shaking your head. “It’s nothing.” Uncomfortably, you shift in your seat, stuffing your clasped hands between your thighs. He notes that with a twitch to his brow. “I was just staring off into space.”
He continues to test the waters, adjusting the point of his finger towards the TV, “Is the movie boring?”
“Mm-mm.” You press your lips together and shake your head again. When you sigh, you visibly relax, sinking into his couch.
“You’re doing that thing you do.”
You hum in inquiry, frowning at him.
“The deflection.” He’s not a stranger to getting lost in thought, but you sure do get lost the most when you’re watching that camera. Regardless of his inexperience in the physical intimacy facet of a relationship, he knows how to read people, and he certainly knows what cameras are used for. He recognizes that flush in your cheeks. “You wanna try it out?”
At first he kept experimenting, showing you the buttons to press, demonstrating how to hold it, observing your reactions. You aren’t interested in being a film major, he knows that, but now that you’ve learned how to use it, who’s to decide what you’ll use it on? It’s easy to deduce where it’s headed, and it gets real dirty real fast.
“Point it down- between us.” Those breathless words send shivers down your spine, especially because he’s usually so silent when he’s inside you. You do as he says, recording where your bodies conjoin: his ruts up into you, your hole swallowing him up, the ring of cream forming at his base. It’s not often he gets to indulge you in the physical side of sensuality, this is his way of appeasing you. He’ll trim it up, edit it, make it pretty, and let you have a copy of the sex tape he has a hand in making right now. He doesn’t mind, his face isn’t in it anyway. Nobody’ll know it’s his tan dick fucking your insides. “I like you… like this.” he confesses, and a grin stretches onto your lips when you feel his hands squeeze your hips.
“You mean when I’m on top?”
“Yes,” he grunts, and a sting shoots through your abdomen. “I like what you look like. You look really pretty. Up there.” Broken phrases are interrupted by his sounds of effort, lithe body bucking into you as you struggle to keep the camera steady.
“Do I feel good?” you whisper, and Abed’s head tilts back. It defines his adam’s apple, and if this camera wasn’t in your way you’d lean down to lick it.
Your question does not go unheeded for he knows intimately how important verbal praise is to you, so he tries to be vocal. This is for you. He sucks in a breath, “Yes. Yes, very.”
hihi, my name is magnolia, but you can call me mags or maggie!
i used to write fanfics over on quotev a few years ago but i gave up due to lack of motivation :( but i want to try again!
some of my fics may be self indulgent, but feel free to put requests for me (i’m more of a one shot girl, so it usually wouldn’t be any longer than maybe like 5k words or something? this may change in the future!)
Instead of not following through with a promise to write some Pride fics this year, I decided to compile some of my favourite queer-focused fics that I've written over the years. I haven't included every queer fic I've ever written, so feel free to go on a scavenger hunt through my masterlists for more. Most of these are for my own identities (nonbinary, trans, asexual), so apologies if you're not well-represented by these.
Although I've not got any plans to write any fics for Pride this year, feel free to send in requests! Maybe you'll inspire me. But, I'm happy to write queer fics any time of year.
Reblogs and comments are always appreciated, but I'm happy for you to read/engage with my writing however you're most comfortable.
Wishing everyone a happy and safe Pride - whether you're out and proud, in the closet (come join me in my own closet for a game of Sardines!) or figuring things out.
Love is Understanding [bi!Benedict Bridgerton x nonbinary!reader]
It should be simple: Benedict Bridgerton is in love with you, and you are in love with him. But, you have a secret, one that you believe threatens your chance at a happily ever after with the only man you’ve ever loved.
Incongruence [Eloise Bridgerton x nonbinary!reader]
Amidst an identity crisis, you confide in Eloise.
Compatibility [asexual!Abed Nadir x asexual!reader]
Annie accidentally lets a secret slip, meaning you have to confront feelings you’ve always tried to ignore.
NOTE: I wrote this when I was 16, so this one probably has the worst writing of anything on this list. Still, it's a fic I really like, despite, say, the clunky prose.
Being Nonbinary in the Study Group (Community)
What I Am and What You Are [The Captain x queer!reader; platonic]
When you realise that you’re not as confident in your identity as you’d have yourself and everyone else believe, you’re surprised when the Captain is the one you end up confiding in.
Being the Nonbinary Wilkerson Sibling (Malcolm in the Middle)
(I might have predicted the future with this one; I wrote this before the revival came out)
Being the Nonbinary (Second) Youngest Pritchett Sibling (Modern Family)
Your Dad, Jay, Finally Accepting You, His Nonbinary Child (Modern Family)
Not-A-Woman [Arnold Rimmer x AFAB!nonbinary!reader]
Who would have known that Arnold Judas Rimmer wasn’t so bad at the whole ‘counselling’ thing after all?
Being Alexis Rose’s Trans Boyfriend
Alexis Rose, David Rose and Stevie Budd with a Nonbinary S/O
Being Roland and Jocelyn Schitt's Trans/Nonbinary Kid
Not A Girl, Or Anything, Really [nonbinary!Phoebe Spengler; nonbinary!reader; platonic]
In the midst of a gender crisis, Phoebe confides in you.
Being Wallace Wells’ Trans Boyfriend
Being Nonbinary and a Thunderbolt*
Progress [John Walker x nonbinary!reader]
John Walker is getting there. Slowly but surely, he’s making progress.
Acceptance [asexual!Jimmy Olsen x asexual!reader]
You and Jimmy have been on a few dates now. He decides it’s time to tell you something important. Based on past experiences, he’s afraid that it’s a dealbreaker.
You’re Still You [bi!Cameron Frye x genderfluid!reader]
Cameron has had a crush on you for years, but will your admission be enough to change that? (spoiler alert: no)
You’re Still You [bi!Cameron Frye x nonbinary!reader]
Cameron has had a crush on you for years, but will your admission be enough to change that? (spoiler alert: no)
• Rooming with Troy and Abed had been one of the easiest decisions of your life. Two years of friendship and student debt loans really did a lot to convince a person
• You were a little worried about the actual process of moving, considering what happened last time the study group got together to move, but it ended up going pretty smooth. Jeff didn't even try to pretend he was sick this time, something that Britta sarcastically applauded him for. And Shirley held back from judging you about your lack of Christian memorabilia. She instead resorted to clutching her cross necklace tighter than the time she found out Britta smoked pot
• In between lugging boxes and bedframes around, Annie reassured you over and over that she was totally fine with you taking up the apartment vacancy instead of her. She was honestly looking forward to her new place just off the cusp of campus grounds. Said it would be easier to get in for a midnight study session. Whatever that meant
• You just nodded slowly and excused yourself to pack in a different corner
• Troy and Abed on the other hand were absolutely stoked throughout the move. So much so, that they put most of their shenanigans on pause to get the move over faster. Most of them.
• "Abed, untie Troy from the chair. I need to put that in the back of my car. You can do that when we get to your place."
• "Ten more minutes?"
• "No, guys."
• "Aw man."
• The next few hours ran as smooth as they could with eight people trying to walk up two flights of stairs. Eventually, everything got unloaded into the living room, and excuses were made as why people had to leave. Some more elegantly than others
• "Yeah, as much as I'd love to stay and watch you three nerds discuss which Batman poster goes where—" Jeff hummed as he typed away on his phone, "—I've got places to be and women to charm."
• "What he said!"
• "Pierce, I don't think there's a single lady out there that would touch you with a ten foot pole." You deadpanned
• "Ertha Kitt did. And she did more than just touch me—"
• "Okay. Out."
• Troy and Abed surprised you that night with a new pair of pajamas to match their own, and an impromtu Inspector Spacetime marathon
•Both of them beamed when you came out into the living room later wearing it. A part of you figured they were just happy that you were cool with your blanket fort, though
• You ended up sitting criss crossed on top of an unpacked box while they took to their knockoff la-z-boys
• "Do you guys think we should actually unpack things before starting the next episode?" You asked at some point late into the night, glancing at the blinking analog clock on the TV stand
• "No." Abed answered you without even looking up from the end credits
• "Yeah me neither." You grinned. "I want to see if Reggie kills any blorgons this time."
• All in all, becoming their third best friend and tennant was one of the best decisions any of you had made—even if it did take you a month to convince Troy and Abed to let you take partial room in the dreamatorium
