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questionableratatouille00 · 12 days

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𝘖𝘯 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 (𝘖𝘧𝘧 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Your relationship with your boyfriend had only gotten better. At least, until a new part of the equation came along.

Warnings: unwanted erections, discomfort, past SA (no graphic descriptions), hurt/comfort, shame/humiliation, fluff. As always, let me know if more needs to be added.

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It had been a month since your shared shower, and things were going great. You and Bucky hadn’t been intimate, but there was an insanely higher amount of intimacy between you.

He held your hand, rested against you. Hell—the two of you even cuddled most nights. And you reveled in it.

And part of you knew he did, too.

You walked into the kitchen, your phone and some other random items in your hands. Bucky was always astounded by the fact that you could hold so many things in one hand. You were positive it came from a lack of pockets for so many years.

“Hey, Buck.” You greeted as you set all of your junk onto the island to be later forgotten.

“Hi.” He said awkwardly as he shuffled around.

You felt your brows furrowing. “You good?”

He nodded, but shuffled off into another room quickly. You didn’t follow, positive he was just having an off day. It happens.

And that was the end of that.

Your arms slid up his chest, wrapping around his neck and resting on his shoulders as his hands stayed planted on your hips.

The kiss was loving, and downright passionate—like it came straight out of a fanfiction, regardless of if those kinds of kisses were even real.

It lasted a while, both of you pausing for split seconds just to breathe before returning to the kiss.

Until he pulled away suddenly, a strange look in his eyes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked softly.

“Nothing.” He rushed the word out. “I think I left the oven on from when we made that pizza earlier.” He said as he pulled away and walked out of the bedroom.

You stood there, entirely unsure of what you did wrong.

You snuggled up against him as he wrapped his strong arms around you. Your back was pressed against his chiseled chest, one of his knees resting on top of yours as he clung to you like a koala.

You closed your eyes, just about to fall asleep. In that same moment, he pulled away and rolled over.

“Woah—are you okay?” You were startled by the sudden movement.

“Yeah. It’s just hot tonight.” He murmured, not turning to look at you.

“Bucky, it’s cold tonight.” You couldn’t help the frustration that leaked into your voice. You instantly regretted it.

“Listen—I’m sorry. It’s just that you’ve been randomly running away and I’m not sure what I’m doing wrong.” You confessed.

He sighed. “You’re not doing anything wrong, dollface.”

You paused, waiting for him to continue.

“I—God, this is stupid.” He rubbed at his face.

“It’s not, baby. Just..can you tell me what’s wrong?” You gently prompted.

“It’s not you. I swear.” He assured you, before taking a breath. “It’s—I’m hard.”

You blinked. “What?”

He rolled over to face you, the blanket pulled up on him, resting just under his ribs. “I mean I’m hard, honey.”

“Okay. That—I’m lost.” You told him.

“It’s another shitty thing HYDRA ruined for me.” He began to explain. “Whenever I got—I got like this, there was like, six ways it could go. Sometimes they’d get me like this on purpose then shame or beat me for it. Sometimes they’d do it to me and then fuck me—as a reward, I guess. Sometimes it’d just happen naturally and it could go either way.”

You frowned, letting him continue.

“So..I think now that every time it happens, I just assume..there’ll be some kind of consequence.” He finishes his thought.

“There won’t be,” you murmur, offering your hand. He takes it. “I will never lay a finger on you in anyway that’s not gentle. And I’d never touch you in that way without your explicit permission.”

“I know,” he hummed. “I know that. I don’t think my brain does.”

“Me and your brain will just have to have a ‘stern talking to’ session.” You teased, instantly lightening the mood. He cracked a small smile.

“Can..can we still cuddle?” He asked. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable—“

“We can.” You chuckled. “That stuff doesn’t bother me. It’s just your body doing what it knows to do, babe.”

“I feel like a preteen boy.” He grumbled as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck.

You chuckled, not at all bothered by what’s pressing against your thigh. “Womp womp.” You said in a goofy voice, one you knew would make him smile. And he did.

“I love you, Buck.” You hummed into his hair.

“I love you too.” He answered back. And then you shut your eyes, and began to fall asleep.

A/n: another part! I love this series. If you enjoyed, please REBLOG. likes do nothing 😊

graphics by @saradika-graphics

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tabithatwo · 11 months

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I'm very happy with the rambling answer for what it's worth 😭 MORE people should be prone to rambling TBH. What are we on earth for if not to ramble like I'm so serious.... But anyway. I wish I could write even half as good as you. And I say this with admiration like I hope that vibe is correctly communicated. As someone who's read not all but most of your fics esp the ongoing ones (abmb and 🐝charmer) I think your prowess as a writer has really grown. It's all about finding a balance between, like, the dialogue, the flow of said dialogue, the introspection of a character's mind that really only a written work can give you, and the description of wtf is going on. And this first chapter just HIT for some reason. I don't mean to make it seem like the other fics are lesser, it was just so noticeable to me that the quality of the actual writing seemed to have increased. But it still felt like YOU. Your writer's voice. Just more refined?? Idk. It really felt like you had found that sweet spot, that balance, more so than in the other fics. BUT I STILL READ THEM AND I LOVE THEM DEARLY! This is meant to be a compliment fr fr lol. And sorry if it's unnecessary but even though it's -just fanfiction- it's not Just Fanfiction . To Me . Because fanfiction is kind of everything isn't it. But not all of it is created equal and I think it should be ok to say that? I critique what I love and some of my favorite written works I've ever read have been fanfics. And just because something isn't That good doesn't mean that it doesn't deserve to shared y'know. I love the idea of kids writing things for other kids and so on and then we get older and older and more skilled. It's so cool and so beautiful. This has really gotten away from me lol.... Bet you did not expect yet another ask huh !!!! Fanfiction means so much to me and it wouldn't exist without the AUTHORS I think y'all are doing gods work. So thank you. I'm excited to watch you improve, for as long as you choose to share your stories with us. You don't have to respond of course, as always, but if you do read this I hope it made sense??

The vibe is so clearly communicated and I appreciate this SO MUCH like seriously the fact that anyone is even…THINKING about my writing like this is so beyond amazing to me and an honor fr. This feedback is endlessly cool because I never thought anyone would be reading what I was writing and I DEFINITELY didn’t expect to fall in love with writing so much like AT ALL. Which is my segue into saying I bet your writing is already better than you think AND that if you want to you can absolutely get it to a place you never even imagined. I’m inferring you write yj fic?? Maybe you just mean writing in general BUT that said, if you do write yj fic and you ever wanna talk about it you can ABSOLUTELY message me. I would not be ANYWHERE near where I’m at without the other fic writers that I’ve shared stuff with and learned from, whether it’s like sharing snippets of drafts or even just talking through ideas (mamaweeds, dollfaces, and shipmvn have totally changed my fic and my life for the better in a million ways, along with so many others) and I know it can be awkward or hard to reach out at first. Maybe you’re like lady I already have yj fic writer friends or you’re not interested lol but I just want to offer it because it’s been soooo positive for me <3 <3 anyway if you’re just on my blog don’t mind the paragraphs of convo but I really wanted to respond to this lovely anon!

#asks answered #yellowjackets fic

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lackadaisydreamer · 2 years

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Midnight City pt 1

A SlickPaint fanfiction, taking place in my own AU.

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Jazz was softly playing from somewhere, she wasn't sure. Laughter and clinking glasses mingled with the soft shuffling of cards. Ms. Paint sipped a glass of champagne, smiling as she looked up at her companion for the evening. He was a lumbering Individual, his rotund belly tight against his vest and white shirt. The buttons looked like they were bursting at the seams, especially with the way he laughed. He hacked and coughed between chuckles, puffing on a cigar with great plumes of smoke. "I so appreciate you allowing us to use your facilities for this fundraiser, the local shelters will certainly be grateful I can assure you Mr. Jackpot." He coughed again, downing a glass of red wine.

"Well it is a pleasure to be doing business with a lovely lady such as yourself Ms. Paint." His voice was deep and alluring. He was jolly, and charming. A golden tooth glinting in his mouth which was somehow always smiling. He tipped his glass to her. "You're a light in this city, we should be grateful to you my dear." She bowed her head, her cheeks a soft pink.

"I am flattered Mr. Jackpot, I do hope we can conduct business again soon." He was looking at her intently, not breaking eye contact as he looked deeply into her. As if he was trying to read her very thoughts. He was a dashing man, but that gaze almost made her feel unsettled.

"I do have a business proposition if you're interested Ms. Paint, if you would just come with me to my office." She nodded politely.

"Sure, I would be glad to." He pulled out her chair, and offered his arm as they walked behind a dark red curtain into a blackened hallway. The music and laughter faded behind them, he was silent as he lead her through the maze of corridors. "It's...quite dark Mr. Jackpot." His face was illuminated by the cinders of his cigar.

"You get used to it my dear and please, no need for such formality we are partners after all...just Jackpot is fine." He insisted, making her feel a little more at ease. He brought her to a large oak door, opening it to a dark office. The light of a single oil lamp revealed a large cork board. With newspaper clippings all about...her. There were dark red circles around her face, lines of coloured string attached with pins showing more newspaper clippings and scribbled notes.

She was more than unsettled, a dark heavy feeling wafting over the room. "Jackpot...what is all this?" She asked, when two figures emerged from the shadows and grabbed her arms.

"You've got the city in the palm of your hand dollface..." Jackpot growled, her eyes adjusted and she could see well tailored green suits. "And you're either gonna give me the keys to the kingdom, or you're going to go down with the ship baby."

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reidslovely · 2 years

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Know Exactly Where it Leads

MOODBOARD IS NOT A PORTRAYAL OF Y/N!! I’M JUST TRYING OUT MAKING THEM.

Summary: It has been a while since Y/N has seen Wes, but after a impromptu call and a admission of wanting to see him he pulls up. A mess of conversation proceeds

CW: None that I can think of...just idiots in love. Brief mention of a age gap. Tell me all the Swiftie references you catch.

Pairing: Wes/Reader

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If it weren’t for peeking out of her window she would have never seen him pull into her driveway. His headlights were nowhere insight, what gave him away was the inside light of his car was flipped on- illuminating his thin figure as he dug in the passenger seat for something. (Y/N) pulled the curtain shut, she brought her hand to her mouth suddenly nervous at the thought of meeting him. It had been a month since they had seen one another face to face, Lucy had put a stop to that. Her feet carried her to the door in a swift movement as soon as she heard the doorbell. It’s like her body just had an automatic response to his presence.

“Oh..that was quick.” His taunt filled her ears, her face and neck growing warm. (Y/N) smiled, pushing a breath out before stepping to the side to let him in.

“I was..I watched you pull up from the window, I heard tires hit the gravel but no headlights in the window.”

Wes nodded, suddenly laughing at himself. “Yeah, it slipped my mind..I kind of just got in my car and rushed here.” He stops for a minute, dropping his jacket on the worn bench beside the door. “I was just so happy you had invited me over. It’s been so..”

“Since December, I don’t blame you. I know the holidays are busy and I’ve been in and out of to-” “You can blame me too.” Wes whispers looking down at her, (Y/N) caught his eye nodding. He was right he was to blame too, but his ex-girlfriend was neurotic and constantly finding a reason not to leave his side. “Lucy’s finally moved out, she’s in Arizona..I-”

(Y/N) cut him off, tilting her head to the side as she held back a laugh. She was naive, and younger than him; but she was not stupid. Wes was an attractive man and he was in short supply of potential suitors.

“Yeah but I’ve heard…and seen that you’ve been out and about with some other girl.” (Y/N) smiles at him, trying to show she’s understanding though she craved the attention he gave them.

“Jules, yeah. That uhh..fell through I couldn’t commit or something like that. She never really gave me an answer, just sort of hung up on me.”

She watched his face change, the thought hurt him- not as much as it had hurt her though she felt like a last resort. “Wes, look I’m not sure I can do this. It’s not that I don’t trust your honesty, I do.” She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Allowing herself to sit in her hurt, his hand reached out to her and she didn’t push him away like she had last month when he had come to pick her up one last time. “I’m just so tired of being your last option.”

Wes shook his head quickly, his curls falling onto his forehead. His eyes frantically scanned her face, his thumb rubbing against her jaw. “Please don’t say that..you were never my last resort.” His voice pleading, she looked up at him, her eyes stinging with tears.

She hated that for once she believed him.

“I just don’t want to put all this effort in if you’re not serious this time.” “I am serious.” Wes took her face in both of his hands, holding her eyes on him. “This could be paradise if you’d just accept that we need to be together. I was miserable without you.” Once he had started confessing there was no stopping it.

“I was awful to you. I led you on, and I saw other girls- trust me it is an awful feeling to live with everyday. What I did to you was something you did not deserve, but I will be a better man this time. I was so scared of what I felt for you, Lucy’s codependence ruined any chance we had. And then I fell back in with Jule-”

(Y/N) crashed her lips to his, shaking her head trying to quiet his confession. “Shut up.” She says as she pulls away. “Please just take a breath.”

Wes looked at her, a smile on his face, the two of them looked at one another with a certain relaxation that just felt right.

“Can I take you out? On a real date, not just for lunch.” “Yeah, I can work something out.”

He pulled her back into a kiss, his hands dropping to her waist. She knew exactly where this led, but it felt different this time. There was trust.

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rachaelswrites · 2 years

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Pizza and Heartbreak

Wes x Daughter!reader

Your dad is there for you when a boy breaks your heart

Word Count: 1,232

A/N: Reader is about 15

You spotted Charles walking to his third period. Now was your chance before he would be gone for two weeks. His family was taking an early vacation so if you wanted to ask him out, you had to do it now.

You glanced over your shoulder at your friend group, who all gave you encouraging thumbs up and silently cheered for you. They were the ones who told you you should do this. They said he totally likes you back and he’s been flirting with you since the beginning of the year. You were unsure but it could have just been nerves.

You finally plucked up the courage to walk over to him. You two were friends so it wasn’t weird if you walked up to him, “Hey Charles,” you said, waving at him as he turned.

“Hey Y/n,” he said, waving back.

“You excited to miss the next two weeks of school?” you asked, standing next to him, “I wish I could go on a two week vacation.”

“Yeah,” he said, “I’ve been looking forward to going to Boston for such a long time. My sister lives over there so I get to see her.”

“Oh that’s cool,” you said. You glanced back over at your friends, who were now silently urging you to just ask him, “I have a question.”

“What is it?” he asked, “If you’re asking if I can sneak you on the plane I don’t think I can do that,” he joked.

“Oh I wasn’t going to ask that,” you reassured, “I was just going to ask if you would want to go out with me?”

“On a date?”

“Yeah on a date,” you said.

“Oh,” he said back, “I’m sorry but I’m not really looking to date anyone right now,” he said.

“That’s okay,” you replied. You understood but to be honest, you were heartbroken. All your friends assured you he would say yes. He was flirting with you during class all the time and you two were close.

“Look you’re a really amazing person Y/n and I love being friends with you. I don’t want to ruin our friendship by dating. I hope you understand.”

You nodded, “I get it. I hope you have a good trip,” you said, turning and heading back over to your friend group, “He said no,” you told them.

“Oh Y/n I’m sorry,” one of your friends Emma said.

“It’s fine. I’m not too upset about it. I knew it could happen,” you said shrugging, “I have to get to class. I don’t want to be late.”

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After school finished, you went straight home. You would normally go to your dad’s office but after the rejection you just had, you didn’t feel like it and besides, your dad was pet-sitting for a friend and you didn’t want to leave the cat alone for too long.

You unlocked the front door and went inside, closing the door behind you and setting your things down on the ground. The cat, Turtle, had grown close to you over the past few days so he immediately came up to you.

“Hey there buddy,” you said, picking him up, “You here to cheer me up?”

He meowed in response, making you smile a bit. You carried him into the kitchen and set him on the counter. You made yourself a snack and moved into the living room. You turned on the tv and put some random Netflix movie on and curled up on the couch. Turtle curled up on your lap and fell asleep as you cried, watching the rom-com on the screen.

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It was nearing the end of the work day for your dad and since he was going to be home early, he thought tonight would be a good night for a pizza and movie night. He knew you would never turn down an opportunity to eat way too much pizza and stay up way too late. When he got a break in between patients, he decided to call you to let you know what he was planning.

The phone rang a few times before you picked up, “Hey Y/n. How was school today?” he asked.

“It was fine,” you replied, “How’s work?”

“I’m almost done for the day so I was thinking we could do pizza and movies. How does that sound?”

“That’s fine,” you said again.

Wes was a bit surprised at how unenthusiastic you were. You always loved staying up with him and watching movies so he knew something was up. He thought it was best to not question you now but wait until he got home, “Okay then. I’ll bring home some pizza and you can pick out some stuff to watch. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Okay. See you soon,” you said.

“I love you,” Wes said.

“Love you too,” you responded, hanging up the phone.

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About an hour later, Wes finally got home and carried two pizza boxes into the house, “Sweetheart I’m home,” he said, walking into the kitchen and setting the boxes down, “You want to get some pizza before it’s cold?” he asked. You hadn’t responded so he didn’t know you were just a few feet away, curled up on the couch.

“Y/n?” he called again, thinking you were in your room down the hall.

“I’m here,” you said, sitting up from the couch.

Immediately, your dad could tell something was up. Your face was puffy and red, two signs that you had been crying, “What happened?” he asked, going over to sit next to you.

You shook your head, “It’s nothing dad,” you said.

“Y/n,” he said softly, “It’s clearly nothing if you’ve been crying.”

You sighed, “You remember that guy I was telling you about. Charles?”

Wes remembered the name coming up in conversations but he had the impression you two were just friends, “Yeah I remember him. Did something happen between you two?”

You nodded, more tears starting to fall down your face, “I asked him out and he said no. I mean I knew it was a possibility he would say no but everyone said he would say yes. I just got my hopes up so that’s why it hurts.”

“Hey it’s okay,” he said, pulling you into a hug, “Clearly he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on. You’re an amazing person.”

“That’s exactly what he said,” you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Wes pulled away from the hug, “Did he friendzone you?”

“Yeah,” you murmured.

“I know that hurts sweetheart but look, you’re only fifteen and chances are, you weren’t going to last long. High school relationships don’t last forever.”

“It still doesn’t feel good,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I know,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “But I think pizza will help. What do you think?”

“And Harry Potter movies?” you asked.

“Of course Harry Potter movies,” he said, “Now you get comfy and I will bring you a plate,” he stood up and placed a kiss to the top of your head.

You snuggled into a blanket as your dad went into the kitchen and back with two plates of pizza. He handed you one and sat next to you. He put on the first Harry Potter movie and the two of you spent the whole night watching all of them.

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farfromfickle · 4 years

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Far From Fickle | JJ x OC

Trigger Warning: Mentions of suicide, death, etc. Mild panic attack. Drowning.

A/N: I wanted to write a fanfiction, I’m not really sure how long it will be. It’s through the POV of an OC named Payton, and I’m thinking her love interest is going to be JJ. Constructive criticism is always, always, always welcomed but if you’re mean to me I’ll probably cry.

Payton Montgomery’s entire world is turned upside down when her twin sister is in a surfing accident and put on life support. The summer has arrived, and Payton is anxious to distract herself with anything she can: an apprenticeship at her father’s family owned funeral home, a newfound social life at the boneyard, a murder or two, and maybe even a summer fling with a certain wounded blonde surferboy.

Chapter one

Payton Montgomery stood at the edge of the surf, her gaze entranced on the waves crashing against the sand. Crashing had never been a word she would have used to describe the waves before the incident. But lately everything was crashing, or falling, or suffocating around her. Before, when she thought of the beach she thought of the silent and graceful waves, pushing and pulling. She thought of peaceful sounds and being lulled to sleep. These were not the same waves she’d watched countless times with her sister. These waves were violent. She flinched each time they fell against the shore.

The sun was just rising over the shore, and Payton felt as if she’d gotten little to no sleep. Granted, falling asleep in a hospital chair was never rest inducing.

“Standing there by the water, you look just like her,” a voice muttered behind her. “Like Carter.”

“Well, we have practically the same face,” Payton muttered. She forced her eyes from the water. “Being twins and all.”

“But I’ve always been able to tell you apart,” the small brunette was standing beside her now. Payton wondered how she hadn’t noticed her approaching before.

“Sarah Cameron,” Payton let out a small huff. “Let me guess, I’ve finally earned your pity.”

“Maybe if your sister actually dies,” Sarah replied with a nonchalant shrug. Payton could tell she was kidding, but the comment still felt like a slap in the face. She tried to stop herself from physically flinching.

“Well according to the doctors, you don’t have much longer to wait.”

“Are you okay?” Sarah asked, her hand falling lightly on Payton’s shoulder.

“What do you want, Sarah?” Payton asked. “Because the last time you gave a shit about me or my sister, it was seventh grade. I haven’t heard from you in nearly five years. You weren’t there when our mom died. I don’t understand why you’re trying to be here now.”

“I just wanted to check on you,” Sarah muttered. “I don’t expect to be friends or whatever. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t--”

“Gonna off myself or something?”

“Right,” Sarah frowned. “That.”

“Rest assured,” Payton said, “I won’t harm myself or anyone else during this trying time.”

“I know I wasn’t the best friend to you…” she began, but Payton cut her off.

“No kidding.”

“There’s a bonfire tonight,” Sarah tried again.

“At the boneyard?” Payton raised a brow. “That’s right, I heard the kook princess had a pogue boyfriend.”

“He’s a person,” Sarah interjected with a slight eye roll.

“You don’t have to lecture me on the humanity of each stereotypical clique,” Payton let out a sigh. “I’m friends with both.”

“The invitation stands,” Sarah told her. She tried out a soft smile, but ended up dropping it. “I’m really, really sorry about Carter, Payt.”

She wanted to scream at her to stop talking about her sister like she was dead. She wasn’t dead yet. She might not even die. She wanted to stamp her feet and kick the sand and throw herself into the ocean and make peace with the water that took so much from her two short weeks ago. She did none of these things, however. She simply said, “Thank you,” and turned her attention back toward the surf.

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Payton’s eyes fell onto her sister. She was lying in the hospital bed, the machines around her beeping erratically. Her chocolate brown hair fell in messy curls around her shoulders, wild and unkept. A splash of freckles lay across her nose. Her pouty, deep red lips were chapped from dehydration. It was exactly like looking into a mirror. A mirror that Payton wanted to smash.

“I really wish you’d wake up,” Payton huffed. She took a seat next to her sister, a book in her hand. The Outsiders, a school reading project that Payton had coincidentally already read a handful of times out of boredom. After her sister's incident, she used the book as a coping mechanism. She had read and reread the book over and over again, distracting herself from the horror of her life.

Carter Montgomery was an avid surfer and risk taker. Payton wasn’t the biggest fan of the water, but she loved to sit at the beach and read while her sister caught some waves. The first day of summer the two had gone to the beach. The waves were a little rough, and Carter fell off of her board. She washed up into the break zone and knocked her head pretty badly. She fell unconscious underwater and nearly drowned. Her sister was put on life support almost immediately. No one really expected her to wake up.

“Hey Payton,” her father muttered, walking into the hospital room. “How are you this morning? I didn’t hear you come in last night.”

“I didn’t,” Payton replied, flipping the page of her book. “I crashed here.”

“That sounds healthy,” her father mused. “Listen, I hired some extra help this summer. What’s that boy’s name? Heyward? His dad runs that seafood place.”

Jason Montgomery was the proud owner of Montgomery Funeral Home, a small town family business that had been in the Montgomery family for several generations. He was a tall, built man with sandy hair peppered with streaks of gray.

“Pope,” Payton told him. “I thought he worked for his dad.”

“He wants to be a mortician,” her father explained. “Asked for some part time hours for the experience.”

“So you’ve replaced her already,” Payton mumbled, slamming her book shut.

“I didn’t replace her, Payt,” her father frowned.

“Could’ve fooled me,” she replied, standing up and turning toward the door.

“Where are you going?” her father demanded, attempting to block the door.

“I’m going to work,” Payton told him, raising a brow, “is that a problem?”

“No,” her father murmured. “No, I think that will be good for you.”

“Gee, glad I have your approval,” Payton rolled her eyes and shoved past him.

***

“So I don’t think we’ve officially met, I’m Pope,” the dark skinned boy began, a soft smile on his face. “I’m sorry, which one are you?”

“Don’t act like you’re unaware of Carter’s condition,” Payton muttered. Her eyes were glued on the elderly woman on the dressing table. She was carefully sculpting the pink foundation around a bruise.

“Right,” Pope replied. “I’m really sorry about your sister, Payton…”

“Don’t be,” Payton brought her eyes up to meet his for a brief moment before bringing them back down to the woman.

“So, what are you, um, doing exactly?”

“Pink takes out the black of the bruises,” she explained. She collected another brush, dabbing the tip in an ivory foundation. “They want an open casket.”

“What happened to her?”

“She fell,” she told him. “The majority of bodies we get around here are old people. They’re usually banged and bruised, you know, ‘cause they’re so fragile.”

“Right,” he murmured. There was a long awkward silence before he began again. “Are you going to that thing at the boneyard?”

“I don’t know,” Payton admitted, “Parties aren’t really my thing.”

“They’re not so bad,” Pope told her, a shy smile playing on his lips. “Just depends on who you hangout with while you’re there.” Payton thought about this for a moment. Who would she hangout with? She didn’t exactly have many friends. Carter was her best friend, and when she thought about going somewhere without Carter she felt numb inside.

“Maybe I’ll check it out,” she told him. “I could use a distraction.”

***

The music was a little too loud for Payton’s taste. She began the party at the keg, accepting graciously as Sarah’s latest boytoy handed her a red solo cup. She stood around awkwardly for a few moments while John B attempted small talk.

“And how about this weather?” he asked, motioning around him.

“Beautiful,” Payton nodded, a small snicker escaping her lips. “Just beautiful.”

“Are you making fun of me right now?” John B asked, cocking a brow at her.

“Oh, never,” Payton shook her head. She took another swig of her drink.

“I would hope not,” John B mused, “Since I’m the one who so graciously invited you to this shindig.”

“Shindig?” Payton nearly choked on her beer stifling a laugh. “Sarah invited me, actually.”

“Oh, he’s actually so pussy whipped they’ve morphed into one person,” a voice called from beside them. Moments later JJ Maybank settled beside John B, rustling his fingers through his hair with a sly grin. “It’s quite romantic, really.”

“Sounds romantic,” Payton agreed. She didn’t know JJ well, only that he came from the wrong side of the tracks as her father would say.

“Oh, it is. They’re planning a June wedding.”

“Guess my invite got lost in the mail,” Payton fake pouted.

“Don’t worry, you can be my plus one, dollface,” JJ gave her a wink.

“Lucky me!” she enthused. She took a final swig of her beer and gave the boys a nod.

Payton ended the party where she began her day, staring blankly at the ocean. The waves were crashing against the shore. She stuck one foot into the water and stumbled a bit. Was this what being tipsy felt like? She had never drank before.

“Payton Montgomery at a kegger?” a voice came from behind her. It was familiar. Kelce, her sister’s ex boyfriend. She let out a sigh.

“What do you want?”

“Are you afraid to get into the water, princess?” he demanded, taking a step toward her. Payton sucked in a breath, panic starting to set in. “Afraid you’ll drown like your sister?”

“Yeah she is!” Rafe let out a dry laugh. “She’s terrified. Why don’t you help her out, Kelce?”

“Please don’t…” Payton whimpered, but Kelce was already moving toward her. Topper and Rafe were on either side of him, blocking her only escape routes. Before she even had time to process what was happening Rafe grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder.

“Don’t be such a pussy,” Topper hissed. “We’re trying to help you!” Payton let out another whimper, her eyes closed tightly as the water began to envelope her. Rafe waded deeper and deeper into the water and threw her off of him. Her nails caught around his neck, scraping the surface as he threw her.

“You bitch!” he hissed, kicking his leg out at her, shoving her farther into the water.

Payton’s head was hovering above the water as she silently spoke to herself. It’s okay. You can swim. It’s okay. She was kicking and flailing her legs around trying desperately to reach the shore. Her head began to slip and she began to panic. Her vision began to tunnel. Suddenly two arms were around her, pulling her towards the shore.

Her breaths were near gasps when they finally reached the shoreline, her arms neatly wrapped around the neck of her savior: JJ Maybank.

#outer banks #jj maybank #john b routledge #kiara carrera #pope heyward #sarah cameron #fanfiction #jj x oc #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank imagine #outer banks imagine #outer banks fanfiction #rafe cameron #topper thorton

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imagining-in-the-margins · 3 years

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Enemies to Lovers Fic Rec List 🔥

Hey everyone! I want to start by saying thank you so much to everyone who participated - it was so much fun to write alongside you all, and I can’t wait to share everyone’s hard work.

Without further ado, here are all of the entries for the Enemies to Lovers Challenge!

SFW Spencer Fics

Female Reader

Affection by @mercy-burning: Spencer and Reader decidedly hate each other. But when a near-death experience puts one of them in a coma, their mutual hatred might have to take a backseat— Or will it?

Begin Again by @boldlyvoid: Spencer’s best friend at CalTech suddenly stopped talking to him when they were 14… he never thought this was why.

Rationalizations by @specialagentsergio: You’re the psych evaluation for Spencer. You think he’s full of shit, so you refuse to sign his clearance form until he actually tells the truth.

Fear & Regret by @kahootlobbymusic: In the two years Spencer and Reader have worked together they have never liked each other, but during a traumatic experience, true feelings come to light.

Despise by @leahblackk: Reader is new in the BAU, Spencer doesn’t like changes therefore he doesn’t like reader.

All is Fair in Love and War by @radiant-reid: Spencer had spent 29 years of his life without an enemy.

Male Reader

Pretty Boy by me: Spencer thinks you’re just the bully who likes to pull his pigtails.

Maybe Hotch was Right by @broken-stardust: Spencer and Reader don’t get along, but things change when Spencer finds him during a personal moment.

SFW Assorted Fics

That Thin Line by @nerdyfangirl67 (Hotch/GN!Reader) “Those things I said to you…I just wish I could go back and stop myself from ever saying them.”

Begrudging Allies by @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff: (Hotch/Trans!Man Reader) Aaron and Reader’s marriage is suitable enough, given that Aaron secretly loves men and Reader secretly is a man.

Can't Buy My Love by @i-am-calm-and-its-doctor (Derek/GN!Reader) In which Derek Morgan gets a date, and an empty wallet. Strictly for charity.

NSFW Spencer Fics (18+, Minors DNI)

Female Reader

Truce by me: Spencer doesn’t like his new boss.

Icarus and the Moon by me: Spencer is in love with a criminal… again.

Study Session by me: Spencer really hates his student, but he can’t resist her.

Opposing Counsel by me: Spencer runs into his childhood rival at trial for a case. Now that they’re older, they found a new way to resolve their differences.

The Objective & The Occult by me: Reader is a witch and Spencer is a scientist, can I make it any more obvious?

Myth or Movie by @mercy-burning: Unbeknownst to the two of them, Reader and Spencer’s children have worked up a plan to get them to meet…

Make You Sweat by @wheelsup: Reader and spencer never got along, and that doesn’t have to change just because they hooked up one time.

Still Worth Fighting For by @criminal-minds-reider: Reader and Spencer’s Marriage is hanging on by a thread. But neither of them are willing to let the other go…

Star-Crossed by @andiebeaword: Spencer gets the surprise of his life when his old rival/crush surprises him by kissing him as part of a game.

NSFW Assorted Fics (18+, Minors DNI)

Female Reader

Rowdy Neighbors by @reidgraygubler: (Wes, Fem!Reader) Reader meets her new neighbor, Wes, who she hates.

Lane Courtesy by @imagining-in-the-margins (Franklin, Fem!Reader) Franklin can't stand the new girl at the alley.

Thank you to everyone who participated!

Happy reading!

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Hehe thank you. And yep. The facility wanted him to work there since he also has powers but he's being forced and wants to get out as soon as possible with the kids

İ don't know if there'll be a Mira x Rowan thing but I'm down for it

We wanted Adam and those two to meet so we made em friends so Mira probably hates everyone but Adam and Rowan while those two argue like a married couple

You know that one scene in gumball where he makes fun of darvin's voice? I'm %100 sure that actually happens between those two.

Also Rowan stomping on the ground might cause an earthquake because that's how he got his powers. I'm sure the ground splits in half once in a while

We also have an mc now but we haven't talked about her for that long. She's the love interest of Adam but it's kinda toxic-ish? She's the daughter of the facility's owner and also has powers but wants to get out

Adam tries to get her on his side

A sent me this video and told me this was their conversation and i couldn't agree more lol

There's another oc named miranta? İ think but owner went poof so I'm not sure lol

We do plan on writing it eventually (and if they don't, i will) unlike our other stories and I'll let you know if I ever publish it :)

İ love ranting about my interests for absolutely no reason at all sorry 😅

Also i got 70 notes on one of my fics (i have 6 published currently) and got 2 reqs (that i also published) this feels too good to be true

And because i feel like I'm talking about me all the time : what do you like doing in your free time, Dollie?

the rowan x mira romance can be a cute side story to have with the main plot but i understand how it can be hard to achieve the right balance for that sort of thing, i don't even write like that

i like the chemistry you're going with for the three, they make a good trio!

i'm curious about the powers, are they in the facility to learn how to control their powers or make their powers stronger? what is the goal of the evil scientist organisation??

ooo~ miranta and adam could have a really cool first meeting scene if that is their first conversation with one another - this'll be such an interesting story once you begin writing it!

don't worry about that! i love it when people rant to me, i get to know them better and the topic is always thought provoking in some way and i like how it makes me think <3

and look at you! that's amazing! you're doing wonderful, dollface!

haha! feel free to talk about yourself however much and for however long you want, i don't mind and love getting to know you -^7^-

recently i've been obsessed with playing animal crossing on my switch, especially since i haven't played it in so long and it's so relaxing, it's like therapy to me XD i also like baking and sharing them with my friends and family, obviously i love to write fanfiction and i love to read <3 oh! and i love buying/collecting cute stationery XD

what about you, dollface? any fun hobbies?

#love; dollie #🌸 anon

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Caught (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

(Kind of more mature than I usually write?? I don’t know how this happened tbh. Nothing explicit, but still, please no young readers.)

He pulled you closer to his chest his lips smashing against your own in desperation. You gasped, feeling his hands roam over you body as he gently edged you closer to the bed..

“Whatcha reading, dollface?”

“Holy shit!” You exclaimed, jumping in alarm. Your phone flew from your hand, landing with a thump as you blushed bright red. You attempted to clear your throat, trying to avoid looking Bucky in the face because you could practically feel his shit- eating grin. “Er- Nothing. Ya know, just a book. Nothing special.”

“Oh, really? Let’s just have a look, shall we?” Before you could so much as move, Bucky grabbed your phone.

Horrified, you shot up and made a beeline for him, desperately trying to get your phone back. Normally, you wouldn’t even care. You were usually pretty careful about hiding your more risky stories from the team, but you hadn’t even known Bucky was still in the tower so you assumed it wouldn’t hurt to read this particular fanfiction. You’d been dying to read it for ages, but you were slightly embarrassed by the type of story it was. Only Nat and Clint knew about your love of smut, and it was supposed to stay that way.

“Bucky, please give it back!” You pleaded, grabbing his arm.

Bucky simply smirked wider and held it away from you, beginning to read aloud, “His lips nipped at your neck playfully and you laughed as he gently lowered you onto the bed. He peppered your skin with soft, loving kisses, whispering sweet nothings as he worked his way down your neck and along you collar bone. His hand inched it’s way up your shirt, the cool… metal of his arm… provoking a shiver to run up your spine…”

Bucky stopped, confusion etched into his face. He glanced at you, noting the stricken expression you wore and the blush dusting your cheeks that had only gotten ten times worse, and then back at the phone in his hand. This repeated a few times before his eyes finally settled back on you.

“There something you wanted to tell me, doll?” Bucky asked coolly, one eyebrow raised curiously as he studied you.

You stammered clumsily, looking for any excuse you could find to pull yourself out from the deep hole you were stuck in. “I- I know this probably- This really isn’t what it looks like.”

“James, please, stop teasing me.” Bucky read before glancing back at you, obviously still waiting for an explanation. “I don’t know, doll. That seems pretty straightforward to me.”

“I- I’m sorry!” You apologized. Inside, you were legimately hoping Thor would hear the very loud prayer echoing in your mind like a mantra and strike you down with lightening right then and there. Never in your life had you been so embarrassed. You’d had a crush on Bucky since the first time you saw him during the ordeal with the accords, and after you discovered the treasure cove of fanfiction written for your fellow Avenger, you couldn’t help it. You were hooked. “I know that this seems super creepy and I am so sorry-”

Your voice cracked. You couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes. Forgetting your phone entirely, you spun around on your heel with your face buried in your hands. You were so beyond mortified, you just wanted to run away and curl up in your designated emo corner for the next 10,000 years.

You were suddenly pulled back against Bucky’s chest. His fingers were digging into your hips, holding you firmly against his body. His warm breath fanned your ear, making you freeze in place. He chuckled lowly as his metal hand slowly made it’s way down your hip and back again. You could feel the smile on his face when he softly pecked the base of your neck.

“Didn’t know you felt that way, doll. But believe me when I say that the real thing is going to be better than any story you could ever read.” And with that he claimed your lips in a passionate, hungry kiss.

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jesbakescookies · 6 years

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Too Hot To Handle: Epilogue

I just want to say thank you to all of you who have read, liked, reblogged and reviewed my story Too Hot To Handle. It is amazing how a little idea I daydreamed about, became this full fledge story reaching over 100,000 words. Thank you very much enjoying my ramblings.

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“You know, you’re driving your mother a little crazy.” Jeffrey murmured to the bundle in his arms, while bouncing her gently. “I don’t appreciate it very much, sweetheart.”

Isabella cooed into her clenched fist, drool dripping from the plump digits. Jeffrey smirked at the sight, using the spit-up towel, thrown over his shoulder, to clean the mess.

“Mainly because she takes it out on me.” he explained, adjusting the infant in his arms, to grab the baby bag at the nursery door. Shouldering the overflowing sack and looking for any last minute items, Jeffrey joined Aria at the car. He found her struggling to get the carseat installed into his SUV, the woman growling under her breath about the manufactures of children safety devices being spawns from hell.

“Let me, darlin’.” Jeffrey offered earning himself a burning glare, her hazel eyes turning to hot coals.

Failing to suppress a smile at her state of dress, he rasped, “I can do it while you change.”

Aria glanced down at the vomit-covered shirt and huffed out a breath, her hand raking hair from her sweaty face.

“We don’t have time. I’ll change in the car.”

“You’re not changing in the car, while paparazzi take pictures of your beautiful tah-tahs.” Jeffrey drawled settling the baby into the car seat. “We can be late, it’s just a barbecue at Norman’s. The dumbass will probably be late to his own damn party.”

Aria huffed out a breath and stomped inside, her eyes jumping to the child in his arms.

“I got her cleaned up. No worries.”

“Is she okay?” she fretted.

“She’s fine, sweetpea.” Jeffrey murmured, kissing her forehead. “Go on. Clean up.”

Getting Isabella into her car seat, Jeffrey smirked down at her and explained, “So you gotta stop with this whole, Exorcist vomiting thing. It’s getting old and I’m not sure mama can take you puking in her face again. She’s gonna start to get offended.”

“Gimme, gimme, gimme.” Norman drawled, reaching for Isabella, who had finally fallen asleep.

“Norman, we just got her down.” Aria whined as the man grumbled about there being plenty of time to sleep later. Jeffrey sighed as he friend pouted like a toddler until Aria consented. The sight of him holding her though, had Jeffrey grinning at his surrogate brother.

“Fuck, she’s perfect. Look at that nose.” Norman rasped, his thumb brushing across her cheek. “Damn, man. You got your work cut out for ya. She’s just as pretty as her mama.”

Aria snorted, her hand squeezing Norman’s arm as she headed towards the patio. “Enough ass kissing, yes I will cook the steaks.”

“Thanks, dollface.” Norman hollered, his grin flashing to Jeffrey. “I knew that’d work.”

“Idiot. You know she would cook no matter what, anything to keep from eating the charred crap you churn out.”

“Hey, bro. I cook a mean new york.”

“Mean as in, it can cut a bitch, than yes. It’s pretty damn mean.” Jeffrey drawled, earning himself a middle finger.

“Your daddy’s an asshole, ain’t he.”

“Hey now, watch how you talk to my little girl.” Jeffrey drawled, his mouth scowled. “Her first word isn’t going to be asshole.”

“Yeah it’ll be fuck or somethin’ worse.” Norman retorted, his lips curled up as Jeffrey threatened him with a fist.

“If you weren’t holdin’ my kid, man.” He joked, slinging his arm around Norman shoulder. “She’s pretty cute huh?”

“I know man, “ Norman shook his head, while they both looked at Isabella open her eyes, her thick lashes blinking sleepily. “You sure she’s yours?”

Aria sighed, her back sinking into the tub of hot water and thick suds. The day was long, filled with baby vomit and other nose wrinkling bodily fluids. She was thankful for Jeffrey more every moment, of every day. He was the perfect partner in the fuckfest that was parenthood. He rolled with every surprising punch and grotesque body function. Aria couldn’t believe how well he seemed to handle it and it made her feel that much more inadequate.

Closing her eyes tightly, she quelled the tears threatening to take over. Just another pleasant after effect of having a child, the emotional stability of an off kilter washing machine. Random things triggered crying jags, fit for teenage girls, not level-headed businesswomen.

The bathroom door squeaked open and Jeffrey slid inside with a smile. He set the baby monitor on the counter and stripped off his clothing, his gaze trailing over her reclined position.

“Feelin’ good?”

“Yes.” She sighed, her eyes trailing over his body, catching at the dark ink on his chest and arms. “You joining me?”

“Hell fucking yeah.” He rasped, his chin tipping towards her. “Scoot forward.”

Aria slid to make room, as Jeffrey climbed into the tub behind her. His long limbs framing her body, his weight bringing the water to near the rim.

“Shit.” She muttered as the water splashed to the floor. “We’re making a mess.”

“Who fucking cares? It feels good in here. Enjoy it baby.” He murmured into the back of her neck, his voice hot and wet. Aria’s eyes closed heavily at the feeling, her head cocking back to rest on his shoulder.

Jeffrey rumbled behind her, his chest vibrating against her ribs. “So sexy, sweets.”

“Jeff.” Aria moaned, as his hands slid along her ribs and waist, one dipping between her legs, as the other rose to her breast.

“Yeah, darlin’. You still upset about the water?”

“Fuck no.” she groaned as his fingers cirled her hood teasingly. “Don’t stop.”

“Not plannin’ on it darlin’.” Jeffrey growled, his teeth scrapping along her arched neck, as his fingers sunk inside her. Aria moaned deeply, her hips jutting forward to chase his digits, plunging in and out of her. She could feel the thick weight of his cock pressed into her lower back, the head throbbing against her spine.

Jeffrey’s other hand massaged her breast, the soapy water making his hand glide seductively along her pink skin. Rolling his fingers around her puckered nipple, Jeffrey growled as her walls clenched at his sharp tugs.

“Like that huh?” he murmured, his tongue swiping behind her ear as she rocked against his palm and ground back into his throbbing dick. “Your tits too sore baby?”

“No. Please more.”

Jeffrey groaned at her pleas, his lips sucking on her earlobe, while he twisted her peaks until she whined at the back of her throat. He kept his fingers stroking long plunges into her clinging walls and his thumb pressed onto her clit. Panting into his neck, Aria writhed against his ministrations, his growled words of encouragement turning her heart into a rapid war drum.

“That’s it. I feel it. I feel ya.” His rough gravel panted into her ear, his hips rocking into her ass. His dick slid smoothly against her skin, the dual sensation of his fingers pumping in the same fashion as his hips turned her control to dust.

Heat engulfed her body, her skin catching fire and insides turning liquid, as she came undone. Aria’s thighs clenched around his forearm, her hips jutting from the tub to ride his fingers deeper. Water splashed from the tub onto the floor, the splatter of water barely heard over the wild moans escaping Aria’s arched throat.

Jeffrey groaned into her neck, his teeth biting down on the thick muscle, as she took every drop of pleasure she could from his hands. The feeling of her breaking under his palms, had the man rutting into her ass with more purpose. Aria slid a hand behind her and stroked his cock in a tight fist. Jeffrey snarled at the sensation, his hips bucking into her back desperate for her tight warmth.

“Fucking hell.” He groaned as she spun around and straddled his hips, her hands working his dick in tandem. “So good, sweetheart.”

“Gonna cum for me?” she purred, her hips rocking on his lap as she continued to jerk him off.

“Yeah.” He grunted, his head knocking back into the tile wall. “Fuck, yeah.”

Kissing up his long neck, Aria tasted his skin and nibbled on his jaw, as she fisted his cock and stroked his balls. She rose to kissing him, her tongue twisting with his. She tightened her hand and sped up her motions.

“Fuck, darlin’.” Jeffrey groaned, his hips jutting from the tub as he exploded onto her smooth stomach and tits. Aria kept pumping her hands, her mouth dropped open as she watched him writhe.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He panted, his head propped on the edge of the tub as she cuddled into his chest. Large hands smoothed slow paths over her ribs and back, as they relaxed into the cooling water.

“That was hot.” He murmured into her damp hair, his voice tired but pleased.

“Yeah it was.” Aria replied, kissing his chest before rising to look him over. Leaning down, she kissed him slow and deep. She enjoyed his whiskers rubbing her lips and cheeks raw, the tenderness always reminding her of him throughout the day.

They were just getting worked up again when the cry squawked through the monitor. Both stopped short, holding their breathes, as though it would keep what was bound to happen, from happening. The cries increased, Isabella waking from her nap and ready for another bottle.

“And adult bath time is over.” Jeffrey drawled lazily, kissing Aria’s bare shoulder with an open mouthed kiss.

“Same time tomorrow?” she asked with a grin, her eyebrows raised.

“Fuck yeah.”

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reginageorgesgirlfriend3020 · 3 years

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Dollface × reader - And the winner is.....

I cant stop thinking about her. Her long wavy blonde hair. Her nice body. I cant stop daydreaming about her. I cant stop having fantasies about her.

I just cant.

Dollface and I have been friends for quite some time.

She always told me how she has no feelings left for man in the mask and how she hints she always had feelings for me.

She always told me how she felt bad for the people the man in the mask made her kill such as Kinsie's mom.

But she told me their was something special about me. My black and brown eyes. My smile. I knew deep down she was guilted into making people but she always told me how I made her feel loved.

I even told her how many people have rejected my friendship and have rejected me because I'm too awkward or creepy.

She felt the same way. People that have rejected her because shes misunderstood.

Dollface and I are friends. But their is something special brewing between her and I.

And that's more than friendship. A relationship.

"Do you like her?" Pinup girl asked dollface.

"I do". Said dollface.

"I have a good idea. Her and I should make it interesting. A video game. Her vs me. One game". Said dollface.

Pinup girl smiled. "If she accepts which game will you play her against?" She asked her best friend.

"Madden mobile". Said dollface.

"Best of luck to you". Said pinup girl.

"Thanks" said dollface.

I was writing a story and listened to Fetty wap. I was editing my fanfiction and the song Klassic by Fetty wap came on.

She knocked on the door. I turned around and saw her.

"Hi". She said.

"Hey". I said.

"I have an idea for you". Said dollface.

"Tell me". I said.

"I think it's time we take our friendship to the next level". Said dollface.

I smiled. "You mean...."

"Yeah". Said dollface. "I'll pick a football team. You pick a football team. If you win we take our friendship to the next level. If I win we remain friends". She said.

I like that idea. A lot. "Let's do it". I said.

Pinup girl had popcorn in her hand and a soda. "I like football".

After the game was over pinup girl and dollface were silent. Dollface had lost in madden mobile 31-0.

"I WON!!!!" I screamed.

Dollface put her body on me and kissed me as I kissed her back.

"I love you". I said to her.

"I love you too. I have for a long time now. Please be my girlfriend, Lexi". She said.

You kissed dollface again and again. "I would love to!!"

Pinup girl poured champagne on me as I won the football game.

"Ahhhhhh its cold!!" I said feeling the cold champagne on me.

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everlock101 · 3 years

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Invisible-Part Two

Part two of my Allie/Leonard/Mick fanfiction. Hope you like it. This is just for fun and I don’t own any of the Flash characters.

We didn’t talk that night. I was still hurting and way too emotional and we were all tired so we just collapsed back on my bed. I felt so warm and safe and happy and drained.

The next morning, I woke to soft murmurs. I blinked groggily and peeked up at them.

“-On the thirty-first?” Mick nodded thoughtfully.

I shifted and yawned. Both of them looked down at me.

“How are you feeling, doll?” Mick rumbled. I took stock. My arm had a dull ache and I still felt tired but the happy glow in my chest made everything feel better.

“I’m good,” I told them with a happy grin. Their faces softened, smiles curving their own lips.

“Good. Hungry?” Len asked before leaning down to kiss me gently. I nodded. Mick dropped a kiss on my lips before slipping from the bed. He took most of the heat with him and I pouted. Len chuckled.

“Come on.”

We got out of bed. I dropped by the bathroom before meeting them in the kitchen. Len immediately and gently pushed me into a seat and handed me a glass of water.

“Thanks...babe.” I tried it out and Len and Mick both laughed. The sound filled my stomach with warm sparkles.

“Whatever you want, love.” I couldn’t believe I was so happy. Two gorgeous, amazing, loving men actually wanted me. I squirmed with delight.

After a hearty breakfast, (I always needed more calories during healing), Mick, Len and I settled on the couch.

“So, we should probably talk,” Mick announced. I tensed reflexively.

“Am I already in trouble?” I asked meekly. They both chuckled and shook their heads. Len took my hand and laced our fingers together.

“No. But this isn’t exactly your usual relationship. For it to work, we all need to have open communication. I’m sure there will be things we figure out along the way but it’s important that all of us feel able to talk with each other.”

“Have you ever done this before?” My stomach churned a bit as I asked the question. They didn’t lie.

“Yeah,” Len told me. “Once. it didn’t work out.” His face darkened a bit and I bit my lip.

“Was it because there were three of you?” I asked sadly. Mick rubbed my knee comfortingly.

“No. It was because the other guy was a dick.”

I sighed in relief. His thumb made soothing circles into my skin and I hummed.

“Well, you two are the experts. How does this conversation go?” Len seemed to snap out of it. He smiled and kissed my cheek.

“Alright, let’s talk.” And we did. For hours. First, they explained how they saw this relationship going, (they’d been together for years and hadn’t been tempted to let someone else in often. Only me and the mystery jerk). To the public, this would be considered an open relationship but they assured me that they didn’t want anyone else.

“You’re it for us, dollface,” Mick said with a wink. I wriggled in delight and they both grinned.

“Are you alright with that? A committed relationship with the two of us.”

It was a serious question and I could tell Len wanted a serious answer but I didn’t need to think about it for long. I wanted this. Just the three of us. I couldn’t imagine ever wanting someone other than these two.

“Yes.” A sense of relief came over the two of them.

“Good. Because we don’t intend on sharing you with anyone else,” Mick rumbled a bit darkly. The phrase filled my chest with warmth. “You’re ours.”

I’d always thought possessiveness would make me bristle but there was something in the way Mick said it that just made me shiver.

We kept talking until they brought up boundaries. I bit my lip as they asked what my boundaries might be.

“Like...sex?” I was mortified by the squeak in my voice but neither of them laughed. Mick rubbed my knee again and Len squeezed my hand.

“That’s part of it,” Len said gently. “But not all of it. It’s about how the three of us want to be treated individually, about how we can settle into this together and-” A knock came at the door. I startled. I hadn’t been expecting anyone. Len and Mick both tensed.

I stood and hesitated at the knob, glancing back at them. They seemed to understand and slipped to the wall behind the door.

I opened the door and was surprised to see Barry. He’d never visited my apartment before. His brown eyes were wide and worried.

“Barry? You ok?”

“Am I ok? Am I ok?!” I startled at his raised voice. “Why am I just finding out that you went to the hospital for a gunshot?!”

I blinked.

“What?” My voice sounded strange, flat and dangerous. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mick shift. Len caught my gaze briefly and he gave me a reassuring nod. Barry crossed his arms.

“Four days ago you were in the hospital. I can see the bandage!” I glanced at my shoulder. I was only wearing a tank top. “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

All my nice, warm feelings were gone now. Only to be replaced with something boiling hot.

“Didn’t tell you.” My temper spiked, making my voice waver. “Didn’t tell you?! I called Joe the night someone broke in but he was too busy. All of you were too busy. Why do you think I left seven messages on your phone, Barry? I’ve been calling everyone but no one has picked up!” Barry’s face went a little slack. He tried to stammer some excuse but I suddenly felt tears spring to my eyes.

“You know what? I’m done. I can’t do this anymore. Being ignored by everybody, getting hurt without anyone noticing or caring. It’s over. Don’t call me for any more hero stuff. I can’t do it. I won’t do it. And you know what, how about you all just keep leaving me alone. I think I like it better that way.” ‘

With that, I slammed the door in his face and threw the lock. I even put up the chain to be safe. I whirled around, angry tears streaking down my face. Len and Mick stood there, arms held out to me.

I pressed into their embrace. They wrapped around me, held me close and let me cry.

It took me a while to calm down. Barry knocked on the door for a while but eventually left. I ranted for a while until my temper finally petered out and then sank onto the couch, grumbling. Len pushed some water into my hands. I had a headache now and my throat felt dry.

“I’m sorry,” I finally mumbled. Len sat down and pulled my legs over his lap.

“For what?”

“For all of that.”

Len shrugged.

“Barry and your friends are idiots and you’ve had that bottled up for a while.” At my confused look, he arched an eyebrow. “We’ve been with you for a while now, doll. We’ve seen how they treated you. We just didn’t say anything because it wasn’t our place.”

“Now it is,” Mick said darkly, coming into the living room with a plate of sandwiches. I picked one up and began to nibble on it.

“I’m tired,” I said, rather pitifully. Len rubbed my shin.

“Eat something. Then we can take a nap.”

…

We managed to finish our conversation after our nap. I felt better. A lot better. Telling Barry off had freed something in my chest. I liked it.

“So boundaries?” I started. We were in the kitchen now. I stood beside Mick and helped him as he worked on dinner. Len was apparently banned from making anything more complicated than mac and cheese.

“Those might be something that comes up more easily as we go. The main thing you need to know is that being with us is safe,” Len continued, hopping onto the island. Mick nodded as I handed over a knife.

“Yeah. Anytime you need to stop and ask questions or discuss concerns or boundaries, you tell us.” Mick gave me a warning look that was filled with so much affection, my toes wriggled. I accepted a plate of vegetables to wash.

“You guys too,” I told them. They were quiet for a moment and I looked at them. They stared at me. “I mean, I’m learning so I’m probably going to mess up at some point. Being with me is safe too.” Mick leaned down and kissed my hair. Len’s eyes were so warm they seemed to have melted.

“We’re all going to mess up at some point,” Len said quietly. “We all just have to remember that we love each other and that we can always talk about it.”

…

I went back to work once my doctor had cleared me. My routine settled into normalcy. Barry called a few times but I only felt a twinge of guilt as I ignored him. I kept an eye on the news but I wasn’t called in for hero duty, something that gave me immense pleasure.

Mick and Len talked about moving in somewhere together. I’d thought about it. They pretty much lived at my apartment anyway but I held back. This was still new and I wanted to take things slow.

Things were good. We had a few tense moments as the months went by but things were smoothed over pretty quickly. I felt myself settle into place like a piece of a puzzle.

…

“What’s all this?” I asked one night as I came home from work. Len and Mick were still up (as they usually were) but they were pouring over papers and what looked suspiciously like a blueprint.

“Our next job,” Len replied casually but when he looked up there was something hard in his eyes. I bit my lip, wondering how the hell their professions hadn’t come up in our talk about boundaries.

To give myself time to think, I turned away from them and carefully peeled off my jacket, hung it up. Hung up my purse. Put my keys in the bowl.

They were criminals. In the past months I’d forgotten that fact. They had become just Len and Mick, my incredible boyfriends. But they were criminals. They were thieves.

And I was supposed to be a hero.

I chewed my lip and turned back to them. Both of them were acting nonchalant but I saw the tension in their spines.

I sat down in the easy chair.

“I have no idea what to do here.” My admission seemed to surprise them. They both blinked and I shrugged. “You’re both criminals. I haven’t thought about it much but it’s true. I still think stealing is wrong but I highly doubt I could really stop either of you.”

They exchanged a look as if they were running numbers in their heads.

“No. You probably couldn’t,” Len admitted slowly. I shrugged again.

“So, how are we going to work this out. I don’t approve of this.”

Len leaned back, blue eyes resting on me as he thought. Mick rolled his shoulders, a gesture I’d come to learn as uncertainty.

“Our deal with the Flash remains. People won’t get hurt.”

I fixed them with a look.

“And the Flash himself?”

They exchanged a glance.

“What about him?”

I blew out a sigh and slumped back into my chair.

“He’ll show up to stop you. You’ll all fight again. After everything that’s happened, would you hurt him? Really hurt him?”

They didn’t answer but they also didn’t meet my eyes.

“He’s still my brother,” I continued. “Whatever’s happened, I don’t want to see him hurt or killed.”

“Why should that matter to you?” Mick snapped.

I blinked at him. He locked gazes with me and fire burned in those dark eyes. I struggled to remain calm.

“Like I said, he’s still my broth-”

“He sure as hell hasn’t acted like it!”

Mick jumped to his feet, his fists clenched. Len stood immediately and grabbed his wrist but Mick’s eyes were fixed on me.

“So what if we hurt him! He deserves it!”

I jumped to my feet as my own anger flared to life.

“I don’t want that!”

“What about what we want?! He should burn for hurting you!”

The words struck me and made my voice die. I stared at Mick as the weight of what he’d said sunk into me.

Had anyone ever cared that much about me before? Surely my parents had. Before everything had happened. I knew my dad still loved me deeply but he was in prison. He couldn’t be there for me the way he wanted.

An overwhelming wave of love burst into my chest and tears filled my eyes. The sudden change in emotion made my head spin.

“Oh, Mick,” I breathed. He looked startled and then I rushed forward and hugged him tightly, burying my face in his neck. A few moments passed before he hugged me back.

After a minute, I stepped back and dried my eyes. I’d never seen Mick or Len look so confused.

“I love you guys too,” I said simply. Len’s eyes softened a bit at the edges and he leaned in to press a kiss to my temple.

I let out a breath and took Mick’s hand.

“I appreciate that you love me that much, Mick. It feels good to see how much you hate my getting hurt.” Mick’s shoulders relaxed a bit and his grip tightened around mine. I made my next words gentle. “But hurting Barry would hurt me.” He sucked in a breath then blew it out huffily.

“Fine,” he muttered.

Len reached up and brushed some hair from my neck.

“At least, nothing he can’t recover from,” he offered. His tone was teasing but that hard glint was back in his eyes. He didn't show it like Mick, but he was just as furious with Barry.

I bit my lip as I hesitated.

“Fine,” I slowly relented. “Nothing he can’t recover from.” I wasn't entirely happy but I knew that was probably as good as I was going to get.

…

They went through the heist. I watched the live coverage. The Flash received a bit of frostbite on his arms and a few burns to the chest but nothing he couldn’t recover from.

#Snart x Rory x OC #The Flash fanfiction #OC

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ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff · 6 years

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Masterlist of Imagines

This is the masterlist for the fanfictions I have written as oneshots. Fics with an asterisk (*) are my favourites and most popular.

68 Kill

Chip Taylor

Cover-up (GN!Reader/Mild NSFW)

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton

Convenience (Female Reader/Smut)

The Rake (Female Reader/Fluff and Angst)

Benedict Bridgerton

Seduced By Your Scent (Can be read as Part 2 to Subtle-tea/Female Reader/Suggestive Fluff)

Subtle-tea (Female Reader/Fluff)

Sunflower (Female Reader/Smut)

The Luckiest Man (Can be read as Part 3 to Subtle-tea and Seduced By Your Scent/Female Reader/Smut)

COD: MW2

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Quiet When I’m Coming Home (Angst without a Happy Ending/Gender Neutral Reader)

Soundly (Gender Neutral Reader/Hurt Comfort)

Trust (Angst with a Happy Ending/Gender Neutral Reader)

Unwinding (Angst and Fluff with a Happy Ending/Gender Neutral Reader)

John Price

An Evening of Persuasion (Fluff/Gender Neutral Reader)

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

A Round of Golf (Gender Neutral Reader)

Begrudging Allies (Period!AU/Trans!Male Reader)

Let Me Do The Work (Gender Neutral Reader/NSFW)

Emily Prentiss

For Good (Gender Neutral Reader/Period AU)

To Ourselves (Female OC/NSFW)

Spencer Reid

A Little Indulgence (AFAB Reader/Gender Neutral Reader/Smut)

The Bad Influence’s Birthday (Can be read alone or alongside Seahorse/Trans!Male Reader)

Bare Oneself and One’s Soul (Male Reader/Mild Smut)

Between Bars (Male OC)

Eyes Wide Shut (Gender Neutral Reader/Smut)

Get A Hairband or Get A Haircut (Male Reader)

Grumpy Softie (AFAB Reader/Gender Neutral Reader/Smut)

The Last Cigarette (AFAB Reader/Gender Neutral Reader/Smut/Unsub!Spencer)

Mystery Writer (Gender Neutral Reader)

Mythological Metaphorical (Smut/Trans!Male Reader/Vampire!Spencer)

Romanticise Yourself (Male Reader/Smut)

Seahorse (Smut/Trans!Male Reader)

Seahorse (No Smut/Trans!Male Reader)

The Sight of You (Gender Neutral Reader/Friends to Enemies to Lovers)

Valentine’s Day for Nerds (Female Reader)

Detroit: Become Human

Connor RK800

Perfect or Human? (Gender Neutral Reader) *

Dollface

Wes Lucky (GN!Reader)

Dunkirk

Alex

Prepared to Wait (Female Reader)

Collins

A Mutual Mourning (Female Reader)

Air To Breathe (Gender Neutral Reader/Trigger: PTSD and nightmares)

Casual Corrections (Male Reader/Soulmate AU/Trigger: PTSD) *

Culpability and Comfort (Gender Neutral Reader/Trigger: PTSD)

Only On This Day (Female Reader)

The Gift That Keeps On Giving (Female Reader)

The Support (Female Reader)

Collins x Farrier x Reader

Blame (Angst/Choose Your Own Ending/Gender Neutral Reader)

By The Beach (Gender Neutral Reader)

General

Gotta Get Back To Hogwarts (Harry Potter!AU/No Reader)

Help Is Here (Female Reader)*

George

A Matter of Doing Something (Gender Neutral Reader)

Peter Dawson

One Day (Female Reader/NSFW)

That Day (Can be read as a sequel to “One Day”/Female Reader) *

Tommy

Seek Them Out (Gender Neutral Reader/Soulmate AU)

HP (No longer taking requests)

Ginny x Luna

Christmas Tradition

King Knight

Thornton “Thorn” Adams

Full Moon (GN!Pregnant!Reader/ Mild Smut)

MCU (No longer taking requests)

Bucky Barnes

The Curious Incident Of The Assassin In The Lab (Gender Neutral Reader/Trigger: Mentions of relapse, implied panic attacks and PTSD and panic attack mention, inappropriate relationship between doctor and patient)

Steve Rogers

Trains and Training (Female Reader) *

Peter Parker

Worth It (Gender Neutral Reader/Soulmate AU)

Star Trek (AOS) (No longer taking requests)

Montgomery “Scotty” Scott

Personal Touches (Gender Neutral Reader) *

Pavel Chekov

Initials (Gender Neutral Reader/Soulmate AU) *

Turbolift (Gender Neutral Reader)

Star Wars (No longer taking requests)

Finn x Poe

After Work Hours

Rey

When Words Fail (Female Reader)

Suburban Gothic

Raymond Wadsworth

Safety First (Female Reader/Smut)

#my writing #masterlist #imagine #dunkirk cast #dunkirk imagine #harry potter imagine #hp #hp fanfiction #mcu #mcu imagine #star trek imagine #star trek #star wars fanfiction #star wars

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warriorqueen1991 · 7 years

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Thunderstruck Part 1

Characters: Negan X Reader

Warnings: SMUT!!!

Notes: This was a request from the absolutely fabulous @ask-kakashihatake thank you so much for being the first person to send me a request, sorry it took me so long to get it out for you ♡

Summary: Lucille is a 35 yr old woman living in the city with no luck with love, the most entertaining thing in her life is her favorite show The Walking Dead. Her heart yearns for a fictional character played by an unattainable actor, it seems she’s destined to be alone…but one stormy night everything changes ;)

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Flopping down on my black couch with a tired sigh, I pulled my bare feet up onto the cushion. Running my hand through my still damp, dirty blond hair I pulled my black spiral notebook onto my lap. Lightning flashed behind the white curtains of my small apartment as I flipped through the channels, I hated storms.

Every since my family had been caught in a tornado during our camping trip, I just can’t help thinking every roll of thunder is gonna bring a damn funnel cloud down on my head.

I mean we were fine, my family didn’t seem phased by the close encounter but here I was bouncing my knee and frantically searching for a distraction. Stopping on AMC I smiled as Negan strolled onto the screen, his rumbling voice and obnoxious swagger making me melt.

The majority of fans seemed to dislike the crude villain but I found him fascinating, not to mention he wielded a beautiful barbed wire bat that carried the same name as me.

Watching as he played pool with Spencer, leaning on the pool cue biting his lip. I hummed, he definitely wouldn’t need to try very hard to get me to jump on wife detail. Biting my lip I began writing down what I would do if Negan was real.

It was a little odd at first because I absolutely love Jeffrey Dean Morgan and his wife and family. But having read the comic books and dabbled into the fanfiction pool it was pretty easy to imagine him as a completely different person.

I was blushing slightly as I jotted down grabbing that damn scarf of his and playing an intense game of tonsil hockey.

Not to mention him shoving me over that damn pool table and pounding me from behind. I giggled I hadn’t dated much in my life, I had pretty bad social anxiety and going out kind of freaked me out.

Thank god I had a pretty vivid imagination.

God the things I’d let him to do to me if he was real.

Letting out a deep sigh I dropped my chin on my fist closing my eyes “ I wish you were real”.

Glancing up at the TV I wrinkled my nose as Rosita pulled her gun on Negan pulling the trigger.

A loud crash echoed outside making me jump with a surprised yelp as the electric popped off. Tumbling from the couch I was trembling as I grabbed a flashlight from my end table. Another loud crack of thunder making me flinch as I heard something crash in my room.

What the hell was that?

Clicking the flashlight on, I aimed the beam at my door with shaking hands. Something was stumbling around in there, but how was that possible? I was three floors up and my chain was still on the door.

“Goddamnit, what the fuck is going on?”

I flinched, was that?

Gripping my door knob I slowly pulled it open “he…hello?”

The air parted in a screaming woosh as something swung around the doorway. Crying out in fear I ducked as it smashed into the doorframe, rolling over on my stomach I quickly got to my knees. A tall looming figure pushed it’s way from the darkness with a growl “who the fuck are you?”

My eyes nearly popped out of my skull as the room lit up, another streak of lightning dancing behind me.

Standing in my room looking thoroughly pissed and baffled was non other than Negan himself. He was in his tight white tee, his beautifully shaven face twisted in anger. He had blood streaked across his face and on his pants, snarling he lifted his bat above his head with a thunderous roar.

“FUCKING SPEAK WHEN YOU’RE SPOKEN TO!!!”

I flinched “I…I…” what the hell was I supposed to say?

His face was getting red with fury as he stormed over to me grabbing my shirt before tossing me onto the couch. “Listen bitch you better start fucking talking, or I’m gonna paint these goddamn walls with your brains”. Pulling my feet up off the floor I quickly grabbed the lamp sitting next to me in defense, “ple…please don’t hurt me I…I don’t know what’s going on but…”.

Another streak of lightning lit up the room illuminating his now confused expression.

I was shaking all over but let out a deep sigh as he lowered his bat, his head cocked to the side. Bending over to grab the flashlight I had dropped, he pointed the blinding light onto my face.

Squinting my eyes I tried to shield my eyes from the light with my unoccupied hand.

“Fucking hell” his voice was light and filled with disbelief. Dropping the light to the floor his breathing increased “am I fucking dead?” I swallowed roughly “uh…I…I don’t think so” he shook his head furrowing his brow “what’s your name darlin?”

I rolled my lips, best to play it safe till I knew exactly what the heck was going on “Lu…Lucy”. He let out a shaky breath “Lucy?” I nodded, running his hand through his dark hair he let out a puff of air “so how the fuck did I get here…Lucy?”

Every time he said my nickname he looked a little more hurt, did…did I look like her?

I shrugged shaking my head as I placed the lamp back down, getting to my feet. “I don’t know…your uh…” my brow creased in confusion “Negan right?”

He chuckled getting some of his swagger back “the one and only”. He eyed my apartment in confusion “how the hell are you still alive?” I shrugged with an uneasy laugh “good neighborhood I guess”. Chuckling he gestured to my pj pants and baggy shirt “Awfully fucking comfortable for being alone surrounded by the fucking dead”.

I bit my lip nervously “uh…” how the hell was I going to explain to him he was a fictional character from a TV show?

Maybe I hit my head when I fell off the couch and this was all just some fucked up dream.

Scrubbing my face I took a deep breath “here’s the thing…” he cocked an eyebrow at me “the uh…outbreak never happened”. His face scrunched up in confusion “da fucks that mean?” my stomach churned as I stammered for the words.

Fuck it, it would be easier to just show him.

Walking past him I pulled the curtain back, he narrowed his eyes before walking up next to me his eyes widening in shock.

“I’m fucking dead…I mean I’d have to be right?” he looked down at me, he almost looked frightened “how is this fucking possible?”

I rubbed my arms nervously “I honestly have no idea…you’re a character from a TV show Negan!” he chuckled looking out the window before he noticed my serious expression. His smile quickly fading “what the hell do you mean?”

It took awhile but after using my phone to Google The Walking Dead and brush him up on all the entertainment his hellish world was bringing others, I was left sitting in the kitchen with a very silent Negan. The candles around us were shimmering slightly, the dancing flames casting long shadows across the walls.

I sighed as he continued to scroll through my phone, scooting off the stool I walked around the island to stand next to him.

He growled “I don’t fucking exist?”

I didn’t know what to say, I mean how do you ease anyone into this sort of thing?

He slid my phone to me “so in this world I’m this Jeffrey guy?” I shrugged “I…I guess, I mean I’ve read stories about different dimensions but I never really thought it could be true”. He pinched his nose “I just don’t fucking understand this shit…how the hell did I get here?” I shook my head “I really wish I could help, but I…” I paused my eyes widening.

“Did you kill Spencer?”

His eyebrows rose to his hairline “how the…” he shook his head “yeah…was fucking looking down the barrel of a fucking gun when I dropped in”. My mouth dropped “I was watching that when the power went off” he growled dropping his head in his hands “fuuuuck this is making my fucking head hurt”.

I smiled rubbing his shoulder gently “well maybe you’ll get transported back when the lights come on”. He nodded running his hands through his hair “got any water dollface?” My smile brightened “yeah you can go back in the living room if ya want”.

He smiled getting to his feet before disappearing into the living room.

Filling up two glasses from the tap I placed some ice in each before I moved around the island. Catching a glimpse of my phone still lying on the counter I paused, placing the cups by the sink I reached over to grab my phone.

A deep growl made me jump in surprise.

Gasping in shock, I whimpered as his large body pressed in behind me. flinching as he smacked my spiral notebook down on the counter next to my face.

“Seems like I have a fucking fan”

My face instantly turned beat red “I…I uh..” he chuckled darkly leaning in over my shoulder “had some fucking plans for me did ya?” I had no idea what to say. I was balancing between dying from embarrassment and pooling onto the floor in arousal.

I could feel his warm breath puffing out against my neck as he moved my dusty hair to the side.

“What’s your name darlin?”

I blinked “Lu…Lucy” he growled gripping the back of my neck, my face pressing firmly against the cool counter my hands spread out beside me.

“Stop fucking lying to me” his voice was a cool whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t help the tiny moan that escaped my lips as his narrow hips jerked into my backside, he grunted running the hand that was around my neck into my dirty blond hair.

“Your name sweetcheeks?” I was breathing heavily as my eyes wandered back to him over my shoulder.

“Its… its Lucille”

I trembled at his long drawn out groan as he pressed his now noticeably hard erection into my ass. “I fucking knew it…” I moaned shifting against him as he fisted my hair “I’m not her Negan”. He smacked his hand against the counter pressing his nose next my ear “maybe not in this world”. I gulped as a wave of pleasure crashed through me, could that really be true?

It made sense, if there could be alternate versions of Negan than why not everyone else?

Gripping my hair he pulled me against his firm chest “ya like this darlin, you feel how hard I am for you…my sweet precious Lucille” he practically purred my name with a rough groan. At this point my panties were fucking disintegrated, reaching back I slipped my fingers into his hair.

Jesus it was just as soft as it looked.

“Yes…god yes…please” a part of me couldn’t believe I was actually begging him to nail me to my kitchen island.

But on the other hand…

Fucking Negan was fixing to fuck me in my kitchen, no manner of fanfiction in the world could of prepared me for this.

Growling he pressed me back onto the counter “stay!”. I gasped with a loud moan as the sound of his belt jingling to the linoleum made my heart race. This was actually fucking happening, the feeling of his warm fingers slipping under my waistband made me flinch.

“Easy baby” he purred, running his hands down my legs I gasped as they took my pj’s with them. Raising back up behind me he made sure to caress his long fingers back up my trembling flesh. Pushing up my shirt he let out a deep breath “take that shit off”.

I couldn’t get the damn shirt off fast enough.

Tossing it toward the doorway, I bit my lip with a pleased hum as he pressed me back onto the counter.

“Hmmm good girl” he rasped running his calloused hand down my spine, “you wanna get your fucking hands on me baby?” I nodded panting heavily as I slid my hands aimlessly across the marble, my sticky skin squeaking slightly.

Pulling me back by my hair he groaned as I grinded against his hardon, my hands flinging back to grip his hair.

“Help daddy outta these fucking pants baby girl” I let out another shaky breath, I didn’t exactly have a daddy kink but every word coming out of his mouth was pure sex. I winced as he pushed me to my knees “show me how BIG of a fan you really are?” he put emphasis on the word big by leaning back with a deep chuckle.

I licked my my lips taking a deep breath, oral wasn’t exactly something I had much experience with.

Chancing a glance up at him I sucked in a deep breath, that damn smirk of his almost had me begging again. He spread his arms “I ain’t got all night darlin” I scooted closer to him, popping his button open, looking up at him to gauge his emotions as I slid his zipper down.

“You gonna make my visit worthwhile sweetheart?” I nodded enthusiastically as I tugged his pants down along with his boxers. He let out a wheezing laugh, running his tongue across his bottom lip as he placed his large hand on my head.

Licking my lips I leaned forward to mouth at the side of his throbbing member, my tongue running up its velvety skin. He grunted as I leaned into him, my lips suctioning over his red tip as my tongue ran across his leaking slit. “Fuck…having a fucking feast down there baby?” I hummed around him with a smile, he tasted salty and sweet.

“Yeah…that’s it…take it darlin, fuck your mouth feels fucking amazing”.

I shifted uncomfortably trying to relieve the pressure building between my thighs as he continued to groan and growl words of encouragement. I could feel his cock pulsing within my mouth as I slid him as far as I could with a loud gag making him groan loudly. Running my hands up up under his shirt I clawed at him with a desperate whine.

He chuckled breathlessly “fuck, on your fucking feet” I made a frustrated noise hollowing my cheeks so I could suck him more firmly. His pained groan had me sucking on him harder my nails biting into his sensitive skin. “Jesus fuck!!” he growled pulling me from him so he could shove me back against the fridge.

Caging me in his large arms he sucked on my neck as I squealed out in pleasure, working his tight white shirt up his back he pulled away long enough to toss it on the island. Kicking his boots and socks off he shucked his pants off before lifting me off the floor to slam against the nearby cupboards. Crying out in pleasure I gripped his smooth cheeks firmly, I wanted to kiss him more than anything in the world.

His eyes grew dark as he gripped my throat, those beautiful carmel pools boring into me as he pressed his lips against mine in a heated kiss. I moaned loudly against his lips, his tongue delving into my mouth with almost practiced precision. Moving my lips against his I whimpered as he pulled back, his face looked almost sad as he caressed my face “fucking beautiful”.

I smiled running my hands down his neck, it was strange but my heart ached to be with him.

It was like we had been lost and finally found one another.

What if he was right?

Sliding my fingers back into his damp locks I tugged him forward slamming my lips back where they belonged. Negan groaned pressing his body firmly against mine as he dipped his head down he latched onto my nipple. His bare hips grinding against mine with a soft growl.

His dripping cock slid across my soaked folds, my pj’s having slipped off somewhere during the commotion.

Wrapping my arms around his flexing shoulders I screamed out in ecstasy as he finally slid home. Wincing slightly at his size I clawed at his back, biting against my heated flesh he slammed his hips forward making the cupboards rattle behind me.

Groaning roughly he gripped my hips hard enough to bruise as his pace quickened, he was grunting and panting heavily as I cried out. Pulling out of me with a tight wince he grabbed his belt off the floor as he tugged me to my small table. Folding his belt in two he groaned “might wanna fucking bite on this sweetheart, unless you want the fucking neighbors to know my name”.

Biting down on the stale leather I moaned around my makeshift gag as he lifted me onto the table, his large hand gripping my throat firmly as his other lined himself back to my entrance.

Thrusting inside me with heavy grunts I couldn’t keep the loud wails from escaping around his belt, the worn leather doing little to muffle my pleasure.

Throwing my arms above my head I grabbed fistfulls of my hair as my poor table squeaked in protest. Negan rolled his head back with a loud groan as he rolled his hips against mine, his throbbing shaft pulsing deep within me.

I had never felt anything so wonderful in my entire life.

Gripping his hair I spit the belt out onto the floor as I met him in a sloppy kiss, my walls tightening around him as he growled against my open mouth.

“Fuck yes…ahh fuuuuck cum all over my fucking cock baby”.

I screamed arching my back as I gushed around him, my body trembling in pleasure as he continued to thrust. Hearing the wood crack loudly I pulled his head close to mine with a breathy moan “Ne…Negan slow down…I” he growled as my hips rose to meet his before he pulled back.

I gasped as my walls clenched around nothing, my body practically crying out at his absence. Sitting up I let out a high pitched moan as he cupped my face, ramming his cock back into my snug heat with a desperate whine. Clawing my fingers through his hair I threw my head back screaming to the ceiling as his hot cum bathed my walls in soothing heat.

Negan let out a deep sigh followed quickly by a soft groan of relief, I couldn’t stop the blissful smile that quickly spread across my face. He was breathing heavily as his muscles contracted against me, soft groans puffing past his lips. I keened scratching my nails through his damp hair, the table gave a loud creak as he moved off me his large hands pulling me to his arms bridal style as my small table crashed to the floor.

Both our eyes widened before we burst into laughter, wrapping my arms around his neck I kissed his jaw “I tried to tell you…”. He chuckled “fuck, sorry darlin…gotta little carried away” I shook my head with a smile “bedrooms in the back”. He smiled brightly exposing those beautiful dimples of his as he took long strides to my bedroom door, kicking it open with a playful growl as he dropped me on my bed. Crawling over me like a big cat he cupped my face kissing me passionately as I wrapped my arms around him.

Rolling over he pulled me to his chest, I slid my hand down his body to play with his dark splatter of hair on his stomach. Purring softly he pulled me closer to kiss my hair “do you think I’ll fucking leave when the lights come on?”

I rolled my lips in thought “I don’t know…do…do you want to?”

He hummed low in his throat “I know you’re not the Lucille I lost, but you’re still her…just under different circumstances and conditions…this is…it’s fucking unbelievable….I can’t fucking…”.

We both flinched as the lights popped on bathing us in soft light. Our breathing picked up again as we waited for something to happen, looking around the room I smiled.

He looked completely shaken by the possibility that he would be forced to leave.

After a full hour of us waiting to be torn apart he finally let out a deep breath, a wide smile spreading across his face as he rolled over to press himself into the crook of my neck. I giggled as his arms wrapped around me in a tight embrace, hugging him back I pushed him back slightly so I could look into his hazel eyes.

“Wha…what about The Sanctuary or the others…what…?”

He cut me off with a deep kiss, pulling back slightly he breathed against my lips “they don’t need me”. He shook his head pressing his forehead against mine with a soft smile “I need you…you’re my second chance”. I smiled trying to blink away the tears threatening to spill over as he closed his eyes.

“I’m not gonna fuck this up” he growled kissing me softly “not this time…the fucking Devil himself would have to drag me from your arms”.

I grasped his face as I kissed him deeply, maybe there really was a plan for all this nonsense we call life. All the pain and suffering we go through…

we are each born with two of everything yet we only have one heart.

Trudging through the darkness we seek to find our other half, it may not be today or tomorrow or hell even in this world but we all have someone waiting for us.

And whether it be this world or another, one day you’ll find them and it will be like seeing color for the first time.

You just may need to wish upon a little lightning first.

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