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readingandwritingandreading · 7 months ago

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Some Hearts ~ Part 4

My Blurb: Happy Friday! I know this is moving slow but things are going to be picking up soon!

Disclaimer: Alas, I own nothing but my ideas. I do not give permission for my writing to be shared anywhere without my consent.

Summary: Reacher never needed anyone, he was a lone wolf and preferred it that way. But when he finds his mate beaten and bruised one night, she and the rest of the 110th show Reacher the benefits of being in a pack. Fated Mates, Shifter AU

Pairing: Jack Reacher x OFC Morgan Stone

Warnings: There are some darker things in this fic. Morgan is a rape and abuse survivor. Nothing is explicitly detailed but be advised. Your media consumption is your responsibility. This is a fated mates, wolf shifter AU and will contain claming, biting, mating and other wolf pack related things.

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Reacher’s Cabin, Rock Hill Village

Moseley had been gone no more than ten minutes when Charlie made her way down the stairs. She made her way to the kitchen sniffing the air “Is that their chicken pot pie? Maybe I need to break my arm.” she laughed ignoring the anxious glances he cast towards the loft. “She’s fine. She’ll be down soon, she just needed a minute. It’s been a big day and the shower wore her out.”

“I can bring the food upstairs.” Reacher eyed the table where he had set up the food, drinks, utensils and plates. “I’ll carry her down here.” He headed towards the stairs but stopped when Charlie jumped into his path.

“Reacher, from what we know, she has spent the last couple weeks on the run from some men who didn’t care about her, who actively hurt her. She’s going to need a minute to realize you aren’t like them.” She gave him a pointed look before pulling on her jacket. “If you guys need anything, you know we’re all here to help.”

Reacher nodded, “Thank you Charlie. It is appreciated.” She smiled, closing the door behind her and heading to her car. He locked the door, watching her car disappear until the sound of creaking wood had him turning to see Morgan coming down the stairs. His breath caught as he took her in. Her hair was braided over one shoulder, leaving a small damp mark on the large shirt…his shirt…she was wearing. It hit right above her knees leaving a gap of skin visible that disappeared under a pair of long gray socks. Looking her over he watched a blush creep up her neck and onto her face. He approached the stairs slowly until he reached the bottom step putting them nearly eye to eye.

“I hope it’s ok, Charlie brought it in. Said it would be easier with my arm.” He was so preoccupied looking at her, it took him a minute to realize she meant the shirt.

Clearing his throat, he held out his hand to help her down the last couple stairs. “Whatever makes your recovery easier is fine with me. You should be comfortable.” She gave him a shy smile before tentatively placing her hand in his. He heard her sharp intake of breath at the same time a comforting burst of warmth erupted where their hands connected.

He loosened his grip, making sure she could pull away if she wanted but she merely stared at their hands. “Will that always happen?” She whispered, raising her eyes to meet his.

“I don’t know.” He answered, gently urging her towards the table.

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A dull whirring sound pulled me from my slumber. The sun shone brightly through the window causing me to glare at the interruption to my sleep. The gray wolf had appeared again, chasing away the shadows chasing me and allowing me a peaceful and uninterrupted rest. The whirring sound happened again, pulling me out of the bed towards the window. My view faced the front yard, not giving me a view of whatever was causing the sound. Struggling into a pair of sweats with my good arm I headed downstairs, peaking into Jack’s room on the way. It was empty and his bed was neatly made. I had a fuzzy recollection of hearing the shower turn on after he had walked me to my room after dinner.

I smiled at the thought. Dinner had been…lovely, almost like a date. He told me about how his mother was the most stubborn woman in the world, refusing to tell them about the cancer that eventually took her life. “She made me who I am.” He had said, looking out the window almost reverently as he thought of her.

Turning towards the kitchen and also finding it empty I frowned, thinking about the other things he had told me. How he formed the 110th, losing both his parents and then his brother. The only family he had left was this pack. And you, the little voice in my head whispered but I shook it away heading towards the back door when I heard the whirring again.

Stepping onto the back deck my mouth fell open at the site before me. Jack was measuring a plank of wood and making marks on it with a pencil before double checking the measurement. Even with the cooler weather there was still sweat soaking through the gray shirt he was wearing, causing it to cling to the muscles of his back. He turned slightly, giving me a tantalizing view of his arms straining against the sleeves of the shirt. Heat unfurled in my lower stomach and I felt my nipples harden. I must have made a sound because he looked up from where he was positioning the plank on the saw, grinning when he saw me.

“I hope I didn’t wake you, the house is pretty well insulated and your room faces the other direction.” He stood, dusting his hands off and approaching me, concern growing on his face when I didn’t answer. “Are you feeling ok?”

“Oh…what? Yes…” Get it together Morgan, I forced my eyes away from his muscles, hoping my face wasn’t as red as it felt. “I’m fine. What are you building?”

He studied me for a minute before answering my question, “I was working on a shed to store winter supplies on this side of the pack. But if you want, I can make some adjustments and make it into a livable space for myself while you get everything straightened out and stay in the house.”

My mouth dropped open again as I absorbed his words. He was going to build a shed to live in while I lived in the house…HIS house? When did the Moon Goddess start making men like this? And where had they been when I needed them? He was still watching me carefully so I blurted out the first thing that came to mind, if he was being honest, I could be also. “You don't have to do that...I'd feel...better with you in the house.” And then I fled back inside without a backwards glance.

I reached the kitchen island and took a breath, thankful that Jack hadn’t followed me. Tapping my fingers on the counter I decided to cook breakfast. There was no sign that Jack had cooked anything yet and doing something I loved would calm my nerves.Searching the cabinets I found the ingredients for pancakes along with bacon and eggs. He seemed like a simple breakfast guy so I started cooking.

Putting the eggs and bacon in the oven to keep warm, I was about to attempt flipping a pancake with my good arm when his voice thundered behind me. “What are you doing?” Startled, I dropped the pan, pancake went one way and the pan headed towards my feet. Before it even hit the floor I found myself sitting on the counter, Jack’s arms tight around me.

“I…I'm so sorry. I like to cook and I thought I could make you breakfast. I'm sorry, I should have asked first.” I curled inward, making myself as small a target as I could.

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Jack cursed himself and the men who had hurt her when he realized she was shaking in his arms. Her head was down and her arms hugged her middle, cringing away from his arms banded around her. He sighed and backed up, giving her some room. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled. I don’t care if you cook.” She nodded her head jerkily but didn’t look at him so he continued. “I was surprised and concerned about you injuring yourself.” He tilted his head so he could catch her eye before adding, “You are welcome to do whatever you want here.”

She watched him warily, studying his face before nodding and relaxing. “My father never let me cook even though I like doing it. He said it was beneath the daughter of the pack alpha. That we had servants and maids for a reason.”

“Who taught you to cook?” He asked, picking the pan off the floor and putting it back on the stove.

“Ironically the head cook, she took pity on me. Dad kept me secluded when he realized I couldn’t shift so I was alone in the house alot.” Morgan smiled softly.

“What about your mom?” It was a risk asking but Jack wanted to know everything about her. He had been honest about himself last night hoping it would break down some of her barriers but he regretted asking when the smile fell from her face.

“There were complications with my birth. Mom didn’t make it but I did. She was dad’s fated mate, I always guessed that was why he never seemed to care for me.” she shrugged, trying to hide the pain in her eyes by hopping off the counter he had put her on and opening the oven. “I made bacon and eggs if you’re hungry.”

He let her change the subject but filed it away to look into later. “That sounds great. Make a list of whatever else you need to cook with and we can get it when we go to the store.” He grabbed some plates and took them to the table.

“The store? We’re going into the village?” She sounded slightly panicked at the prospect.

“We need to get you some shoes and the rest of the pack probably knows you are out of the hospital by now.” He pointed to her socked feet with the spoon he was using to put eggs on the plates.

She looked at her feet before adding bacon to their plates. “Ya, Charlie said she didn’t have any in my size. Why does it matter that I’m out of the hospital?”

Sitting down in the chair beside hers he smirked. “If the rest of the pack doesn’t meet you soon there’s going to be a lot more than Mosely showing up at the door.”

He felt the shift in her mood before he looked up at the nervous expression on her face. “Are they…” she swallowed, before continuing. “Are they mad I'm here?”

“No, they are nosy like family and they want to see the unfortunate soul who got fated to me.” He grinned at her, causing her to relax.

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Rock Hill Village, New York

Jack parked the truck in front of a two story building that I eyed warily. “What’s this place?”

“The Rock Hill Village packhouse and bar. The general store is next door. We will get you some shoes and go from there. Stay put.” He added before hopping out and rounding to my side of the truck. Opening my door his gaze fell to my socked feet and he frowned. “You can walk if you want, it’s not far. Or I could carry you.”

I bit my lip as I considered the two options before reminding myself that Jack had been nothing but kind to me so far. “Umm…if you don’t mind, the gravel looks…” He scooped me up before I could finish the sentence, closing the truck door with his foot and starting towards the store. “Thank you.” I whispered, immediately overcome with the warmth that radiated between our bodies.

Before he could respond the door of the store opened revealing an older woman beaming from ear to ear. “Reacher! It’s a pleasure to see you dear and with such a lovely companion.”

Jack leaned down and let her press a kiss to his cheek. “Mrs. Moseley, always a pleasure. This is Morgan. Morgan, this is Mrs. Moseley.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you, thank you for sending the food last night.” I replied, attempting to sit straighter in Jack’s arms. He strode inside the building and set me down gently, his hand remaining on my back.

“Oh it was nothing, I would have come myself but this old hip doesn’t like those storms.” She slapped her right hip before continuing. “Although I heard it brought us you.” She smiled. “I suppose we will forgive it this time. Now what can I help you two with?”

“Morgan needs some shoes and we need a few groceries.” Jack pulled the list I had made while we ate breakfast out of his pocket.

“We have some women’s boots over near the window. I assume you are going to show her around the village.” Mrs. Moseley stared at Jack with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes ma'am,” he nodded, making me bite my lip to keep from laughing.

“Good boy,” she reached and patted his cheek. “You two go get some boots then have your tour. I’ll get the list ready for you when you are finished. She shooed us away and Jack steered me towards a wall with a selection of boots.

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Morgan looked exhausted as they climbed the steps to the packhouse. She had met what felt like every member of the pack with a smile. Asking questions about who brings the mail to the post office, and how often visitors come to the inn. She had greeted Charlie’s mate Paul at the bank with an excited handshake and thanks for stealing her the night before. She had giggled at the banter between Reacher and Guy when they stopped by the gas station/repair shop that he managed.

Lily O’Donnel had greeted her with a hug at the school while she watched her mate David get pelted with dodgeballs. A growl from Reacher kept him from hugging her also. He just rolled his eyes and shook her hand instead.

“Are you doing ok? We can go home.” Reacher stepped in front of her as they reached the door, studying her face intently.

“I’m ok. I want to meet the rest. Everyone has been so nice.” she smiled up at him, reaching for his hand and gesturing to the door. She had quickly grown comfortable with touching him and didn’t flinch when he touched her back or arm to lead her around the village.

Everyone in the bar turned when they entered the room and Morgan pressed into his side again. Something she had done throughout the day when meeting some of the male members of the pack.. He’d be lying if it didn’t make his wolf proud that she sought safety with them.

“I know he’s got an ugly mug but we don’t have to all stare. Were you all raised by wolves?” Sanchez laughed as he approached, breaking the awkwardness in the room. Reacher shook his hand before introducing him to Morgan. After that came his mate Milena, Orozco, Dixon, Finlay, Franz and his mate Angela and several other members of the pack.

Morgan took it all in stride, unaware of the way Reacher watched her with a smile as Neagley showed her around the packhouse. “You look like an idiot.” his gaze was pulled from his mate to eye Orozco.

“You know, other people would say it’s nice to see me so happy. Or that I have a beautiful smile.” he retorted.

“Give him a break man, you haven’t met your mate yet. You don’t know what it’s like.” Sanchez pointed his beer bottle at Orozco, clapping Reacher on the back in solidarity. “Your whole life changes when they appear.”

“It really does.” Reacher took a drink of his beer, turning to watch Morgan laughing easily with some of the other women.

#micole writes things now #some hearts #jack reacher #jack reacher x ofc #reacher x ofc #alan ritchson #alan ritchson reacher #alpha reacher

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may85 · 5 years ago

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Send me a prompt or two for Hopper!

Drabble List #2

New drabble prompt list! Feel free to reblog!

“That’s how the story goes.”

“None of this is your fault.”

“I know it hurts.”

“Are you serious?”

“You’re safe now.”

“No one’s going to hurt you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“This isn’t what I wanted.”

“My head hurts.”

“I’m right here, okay?”

“Wow, you look… amazing.”

“Are you okay?”

“Who did this?”

“I made a mistake.”

“When I’m with you, I’m home.”

“There’s nothing I can do anymore.”

“This is going to hurt.”

“That was kind of hot.”

“Please don’t let me be alone.”

“Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”

“It’s never too late to get back up again.”

“What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”

“I immediately regret this decision.”

“I’m not okay.”

“I’m scared.”

“You’re the one thing keeping me sane right now.”

“Please stay with me.”

“Please help me.”

“It’s okay to cry.”

“Is that blood?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re everything to me.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Are you testing me?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

“I’m lost without you.”

“You have my word.”

“I’m just tired.”

“It just… hurts.”

“Do you promise?”

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“Why are you shaking?”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Please don’t shut me out.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“I can take care of myself just fine.”

“This is new.”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“They’re gone.”

“Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

“Would you just hold still?”

“I miss the way things used to be.”

“Am I dead?”

“Look at me.”

“Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Please shut up. Just shut up.”

“Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”

“Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”

“When you smile, I fall apart.”

“If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“I just really miss talking to you.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I’ve got you.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“Please don’t say goodbye.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“There is nothing wrong with you.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“Be careful.”

“You owe me.”

“Come with me.”

“I trust you.”

“I didn’t want you to see this.”

“I’ve been praying for you.”

“Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Let me help.”

“Come here.”

“You’re holding back.”

“Remember when we were little?”

“We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.”

“This isn’t who I am.”

“I’m willing to wait for it.”

“Are you ready for this?”

“You can do this.”

“Your life was my life’s best part.”

“You were always gold to me.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m fine with where I am now.”

“We all want to be somebody.”

“Promise me you’ll come back.”

“I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way.”

“I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.”

“I believe in you.”

#david harbour #jim hopper #chief jim hopper #stranger things #may85 wants to write!

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may85 · 6 years ago

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So I watched The Drop today and I haven't seen any imagines with Bob. I think I'll write one up! If you have any requests with Bob, just drop me a line and let me know!

#tom hardy #the drop #may85 is wanting to write!

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dreams-of-valeria · 5 years ago

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CHRISTMAS PROMPTS

This post is brought to you by the fiery and honestly tooth rottingl-y sweet inspiration from @may85 who thought my writing was good enough to take requests (and naturally, everything I write henceforth is 100% dedicated to @may85), the stress of having a very important exam tomorrow, and pure blissful whimsy.

Currently, I will only be taking requests for Hopper (x female reader mostly but I can gay on request) and if by some miracle, this works and doesn't blow up in my face spectacularly and wound my already recuperating ego, I might expand to more beautiful muses. Might.

Shoot, since it's almost Christmas, let's start off there.

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FLUFF: (starting off soft because I want to feel innocent for atleast one scroll)

1) Baking a cake together

2) Hopper wearing a hideous sweater/mittens/scarf knit by reader to work

3) El hiding the mistletoe because she's sick of watching reader and Hopper kiss

4) Reader gets drunk on eggnog

5) Hopper takes his new girlfriend to the station to show her off

6) Hopper dancing with his girl(s) in the living room

7) Christmas gifts

8) Treasure hunt for the star atop the tree

9) Dealer's choice

10) Requester's choice

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SMUT: (The mask has come undone)

1) Secret santa

2) Snowed in

3) Naughty or nice?

4) Blockbuster and chill

5) Just a peek

6) Roleplay

7) Warm me up

8) Forbidden

9) Dealer's choice

10) Requester's choice

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ANGST: (Not entirety sure what this means tbh but I'll throw it up there because I've seen several people do it)

1) Late for Christmas dinner with reader's parents

2) Pregnancy scare

3) Hopper thinking he's failing El as a father

4) Not good enough

5) Please, touch me

6) What will people think?

7) I love you/Don't do this to yourself

8) Leaving town

9) Dealer's choice

10) Requester's choice

PLEASE READ!

1) Please send in the genre and number you want. (Eg. F5).

2) You can combine two or more prompts in an ask (Doesn't have to be from the same genre).

3) You can request little details of your own and what you want the overall post to feel like.

4) With your permission, I can add your name/the name you really like in place of the reader's, just so you'll feel like this piece belongs to you and that I've written it especially for you.

5) You can request the addition of any of the stranger things characters-main or supporting

6) Sending an ask will make me v happy.

Yours truly,

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may85 · 5 years ago

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Taking requests for Jim Hopper! Send in a prompt!

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Send in a number and a pairing!

Small kisses littered across the other’s face.

A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.

French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.

Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths.

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.

Butterfly kisses against the other’s cheeks.

A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.

One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company.

A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.

A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.

Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.

Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.

Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear.

Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.

Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.

Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot.

Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.

An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.

An awkward kiss given after a first date.

Starting with eskimo kisses before moving on to soft kisses.

Cleaning the other person’s lips with a lick and a kiss.

Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

Kissing tears from the other’s face.

A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.

Kisses shared under an umbrella.

Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

A kiss pressed to the top of the head.

Tentative kisses given in the dark.

Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.

A lingering kiss before a long trip apart.

A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.

One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.

Short and sweet kiss after meeting up for a date.

A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.

#david harbour #jim hopper #stranger things #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper imagine #may85 is wanting to write!

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hunterswearingplaid · 7 years ago

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Imagine Getting Surprised By Dean

Request: I'm wondering if you could write an imagine for me? I'm the head custodian at my daughter's school, so maybe the reader could be that as well? Reader has had a long week. Dean's been gone on a hunt and surprises her. Fluff?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 747

Warnings: Just the usual potty language.

Author’s Note: Hope you like this, @may85!

Traffic. Again. Just the cherry on top of a shitty day.

That kid Harold had puked in hallway for the third time this week. Angie was down with a bug, so you had to be a substitute teacher for her class again.

You wanted to scream into a pillow. This week sucked. Dean had been gone for the entire week, and you didn't get that pay raise that you had applied for.

After getting delayed by half an hour by the traffic, you were finally home. Then, of course, you couldn’t open the door to your own goddamn house. “Fucking hell,” you muttered to yourself as you jimmied the key up and down, trying to get it to move.

Just then, the door to the house opened from the inside. “Hey,” said the face you had been longing to see for so long. “Sorry, I was trying to open the door from the inside, too. That’s probably why you weren’t able to open the door.”

Your bag dropped to the floor as you walked inside, “Dean.” You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in. “You said you weren’t going to be back for another week.”

“Yeah. This chick Nellie helped us out, sweeped it up in half the time.” He said, shrugging. He smiled wide, letting his teeth show. “Surprise!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands out to his sides.

You looked to the floor, shoulders dropped, eyebrows furrowed. You weren’t in the mood for a surprise, and you still needed to clean the house. “Dean. I’m tired. I have to clean. The school is taking the kids for a field trip tomorrow and they need me there. Lord knows why. So I need to be up early tomorrow.” You had your hand on your opposite shoulder, rubbing it.

Dean pulled your hand away from your shoulder. “Well, the jazz hands have gone to waste.” He muttered. “I know. I cleaned the house for you. I knew you weren’t having a good week.” He put an arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to your temple as you walked to the dining table.

“How did you know?” You asked, sweeping a hand across the surface, your eyebrows raising. “You did a pretty good job.”

“Your passive-aggressive messages are always a giveaway.” He said, taking a step to stand behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist. “And of course I did a good job. I’ve got my own Monica Geller for a girlfriend.” He nuzzled your neck, pressing a small kiss there.

“Hey, it’s the Head Custodian that’s the Monica Geller.” You said, your hand making its way into Dean’s hair. But before you had a chance to tug on it, Dean pulled away and spun you around by your waist.

“So, are you feeling better, now that you know you don’t have to clean?”

“Just a little.” You said, putting your hand on his chest. “You know what would make me feel better?”

“Watching a Swayze movie.” Dean jokingly guessed.

“No!” You said, playfully hitting his arm.

“Hmm… Baking me a pie,” his eyes lit up as he suddenly put a hand on your shoulder.

“Why would I wanna do that?” You said feigning disgust. You put your hand on the arm that was on your shoulder, tugging on it.

Dean looked at you lovingly, a soft smile on his face. “I’ll bite,” he said, blinking slowly.

“Cuddling with you. Dr. Sexy reruns.” You said slowly, watching Dean’s smile go slightly wider.

“That sounds like a plan!” Dean said, starting to walk over to the living room, but not before you pulled him back by his wrist.

Your hand still holding on this his wrist gently, you said, “You know what would be even more amazing? You making me hot chocolate.” You smiled sweetly.

“Of course. Anything for my princess.”

As you snuggled into Dean’s side with a mug of hot chocolate in your hands, you sighed deeply. You felt Dean press a kiss into your hair, stroking it as he said, “Remind me not to go away on such long hunts. I missed you.”

And that was your life, by your side. No matter how bad your day had been, there was always someone to cheer you up. Someone to make you hot chocolate. Someone to not be judgemental about your obsessive Dr Sexy watching habits. Someone to care for you. Someone to love you.

And that someone, lucky for you, was Dean Winchester.

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band--psycho · 2 years ago

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Jax Teller x Reader-Plans For A Belated Valentines

For @yourwinchesterbros with the request of working on Valentines Day

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Check out the stories so far

Y/n just wanted Jax home.

She missed him, more so than she normally did when he was away with the club on business.

It had been an extremely long and tiring day; and in all honesty, all she wanted to do was snuggle up in Jax's arms and forget about all of it, about how stressful her day had been.

And even though she knew he wasn’t going to be there when she opened the door; she felt her heart sink slightly with disappointment when she was greeted to an empty house.

She just wanted him home.

Normally it was okay, she could distract herself, but it seemed that everywhere she went was surrounded by couples.

Even the Tv was only showing romance movies.

Not that it was a surprise, given that today was Valentine’s Day.

Y/n planned to stay up; to try and wait for Jax to get home, so at least she could possibly spend some brief minutes with him on Valentine’s Day; but she was so exhausted.

All she wanted to do was sleep.

And it wasn’t long before her eyes fell shut and sleep took over.

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Jax knew what today was.

And he hated the fact that he was away from Y/n for the whole day, and practically the entire evening.

He was hoping he could sort things out earlier but as usual with club business, it never quite went according to plan.

By the time he’d gotten back to charming it was already half past eleven in the evening.

He knew Y/n would be asleep; but that didn’t stop him from stopping off at the store and getting Y/n her favourite sweets and flowers to greet her the following morning with.

He felt awful.

He had every intention of making today special for Y/n given that it was their first proper Valentine’s Day together as a couple.

When he opened the door, he made sure to do it as quietly as he possibly could.

And then he saw her; asleep on the couch.

He placed down the items he’d bought from the store on the kitchen counter and walked over to the sofa, kneeling down in front of Y/n.

That’s when he noticed a little note beside her, ‘Sorry if I’m asleep by the time you get back; happy Valentine’s Day baby, I love you,’

In that moment; Jaxs heart melted.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, darlin’,” he whispered, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on the side of her head.

He’d make it up to her tomorrow.

He’d give her the best belated Valentine’s Day he possibly could.

Right now though, she needed sleep and he certainly wasn’t going to take that away from her.

But he also wasn’t going to let her sleep on the couch; so he carefully tucked his hands under her knees and around her back, lifting her off the couch and carrying her to bed.

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may85 · 5 years ago

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Send me a Dialogue, Setting and Situation from the list for Cheif Jim Hopper!

Prompt list

Dialogue

1. “I missed you so much.”

2. “Like what you see?”

3. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

4. “You’re so perfect. And I’m so fucking lucky.”

5. “Try to stay quiet, understand?”

6. “We’re in public, you know.”

7. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

8. “Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.”

9. “Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

10. “I like it when you say my name like that.”

11. “I heard shower sex is dangerous, but right now, I’m willing to take the risk.”

12. “I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”

13. “You’re so much fun to touch.”

14. “Can I at least take my shoes off before you pounce on me?”

15. “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

16. “No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

17. “Oh my God, do that again.”

18. “You can be wearing a trash bag, and I’d still want you.”

19. “I thought maybe we can do a little more than just kissing.”

20. “I’m going to be late because you can’t keep it in your pants.”

21. “I’ll keep you warm”

22. “Does your ass even fit in those jeans?”

23. “I’m hot” “Yes you are ;)”

24. “This is ridiculous!”

25. “We could get caught!”

26. “I have a surprise for you.”

27. “…Or we could just get naked.”

28. “I’m still sore from last night.”

29. “Will you marry me?”

30. “I’m just pregnant, you don’t have to treat me like glass.”

31. “No panties, baby girl?”

32. “All I can think about is ripping that dress off of you.”

33. “Don’t hide from me, I want to see you.”

34. “You’re mine and no one else can have you.”

35. “Well good morning to you too.”

36. “Um, can I help you? Why are you staring at me?”

37. “Always so fucking tight for me.”

38. “Look at what you did to me. I’ve had to deal with this all day.”

39. “I’ll be gentle, promise.”

40. “Just relax.”

41. “Oh fuck, don’t stop.”

42. “Give me a little show.”

43. “Can we just stay home so I can fuck your brains out?”

44. “You’re a virgin? How?”

45. “Lay back and let me take care of you.”

Setting

46. Car

47. Closet

48. Gym

49. Bathroom

50. Park

51. Office

52. Hotel

53. Bedroom

54. Restaurant

55. Library

56. Pool

57. Classroom

58. Amusement Park

59. Dance Studio

60. Club

61. Frat house

62. Forest/ woods

63. Storage room

64. Backstage

65. Rooftop

66. Theatre

67. Changing room

Situation

68. Kissing

69. Making out

70. Eating out

71. Just eating

72. Cuddling

73. Holding hands

74. Telling each other I love you

75. Blowjob

76. Teasing

77. Flirting

78. Dancing

79. Skipping class

80. First kiss

81. First time

82. Drinking

83. Sleeping together

84. Getting caught

85. Sneaking out

86. First Date

87. Blushing

88. Picnicking

89. Spanking

90. Showering together

91. Playing video games

92. Cooking

93. Just sex ;)

94. Buying couple items

95. Confessing

96. Dating

97. Waking up

98. Surprise!

99. Telling him you’re pregnant

100. Make up sex

101. Dirty talk

102. Overstimulation

103. Caught masturbating (specify who)

104. Shy

105. Trapped in snow storm

106. Lingerie

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readingandwritingandreading · 5 months ago

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Some Hearts ~ Part 5

My Blurb: I have returned! I am feeling much better and to make it up to you this one is the longest chapter I have ever written. I hope you all enjoy!

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Pairing: Jack Reacher x OFC Morgan Stone

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Rock Hill Village, New York

The next few days followed the same pattern. Jack was already up and working on projects by the time I made my way down stairs. He joined me in the kitchen while I made breakfast and we talked while we ate. We cleaned up, drove into the village and usually ended the day at the pack house before returning home. It was…comfortable and safe.

The third day I convinced him that I was feeling good enough to walk into town instead of him driving. That’s how I found myself staring at the covered windows of the building that sat between the school and road to Jack’s cabin. Dixon had come out of her cabin to discuss training some of the younger members when she saw us walking by and I gravitated towards the building.

“It’s technically the pack library.” Lily O’Donnell’s voice sounded from my left and I jumped, hand immediately going to my chest. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Oh, it’s ok. I was a little lost in my snooping.” I smiled and waved at Jack who had turned immediately at my sudden fear. “Why do you say technically?” I turned my attention back to Lilly who sent Jack a wave also.

“David & I inherited it when we started the school but between that and the kids we don’t have time to maintain or organize it and no one else in the pack has taken it on yet.” She shrugged. “Maybe someday.” Jack approached then, his hand finding the small of my back, sending the familiar wave of warmth through me.

“Reacher” she nodded to him. “Dixon recruiting you for training today?”

He nodded, “Bobby’s mate went into labor this morning.”

“I didn’t think she was going to make it much longer.” Lilly grinned. “I better get going. It was good to see you, Morgan.”

“You as well.” I waved before turning to Jack, a question that had been bothering me bubbling to the surface. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Always.” he answered without hesitation, surveying the village square as we walked.

“I don’t want to overstep. I just…” I bit my lip, memories of my curiosity getting me in trouble when I was younger flooding through me.

“Morgan,” he stopped, turning me to face him. “You can ask me anything and I will always answer you honestly.”

“Do you have a specific job? I noticed almost everyone else does.” I blurted out before I lost my nerve.

“This is the longest I've ever stayed on the pack lands since I left the military.” He pulled me to a bench by the statue of the Moon Goddess. "After we left the military, most of the 110th came here and started the pack but I couldn’t help but wander after a lifetime of being an army brat. I was thirty-six years old, a citizen of a country I had barely seen, and there were places to go, and there were things to do. There were cities, and there was countryside. There were mountains, and there were valleys. There were rivers. There were museums, and music, and motels, and clubs, and diners, and bars, and buses. There were battlefields and birthplaces, and legends, and roads. There was company if I wanted it, and there was solitude if I didn’t. Then three weeks ago I found myself getting off the bus on the highway five miles from here. Neagley runs a tight ship, everyone earns their place so I stepped in whenever they needed someone. Sometimes training, mostly security. I was on duty two weeks later when you set off one of the south sensors.”

I stared at him in shock as his words sunk in. The comments about his cabin, the lack of personal items and other little moments all came crashing together. “You’re not going to stay?” The words came out as a coldness wrapped its way around my heart and I became aware of how attached I had already become to the friendly little village.

“I told you I would be honest,” he heaved out a sigh, running his hand through his hair. “I don’t know, I never planned on finding you. I couldn’t imagine I had a fated mate out there. It was a fairytale that some of my friends had but wasn’t in the cards for me. I’m still getting my head around the fact that you are here.” I forced the threatening tears down when he gently used my chin to force me to look at him. “I won’t make a decision without you. We’re a team now.”

I searched his face before nodding, bolstered by the sincerity in his words and gaze. “It’s nice to be a teammate and not just a pawn for once. Thank you Jack.” I leaned in and kissed his cheek, smiling inwardly at the hint of shock in his expression when I pulled away.

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A lingering warmth remained in the spot Morgan’s lips had touched him, even a couple hours after it happened and he sparred with the trainees. Dixon was a good trainer and all of her students excelled in learning how to use their wolves in a fight should the need arise. The focus today, however, was fighting without their wolf, something that Morgan seemed to be watching closely. Reacher had offered to take her somewhere she would be comfortable while he helped Dixon but after their talk she seemed to need the closeness, assuring him she wanted to watch.

He could see her on the other side of the training area, watching Dixon show another smaller female how to use her speed against a bigger opponent. He walked over to her as the class wound down, an idea forming in his head. She had no power in her old life. He had seen the way it soothed her that he considered her his equal. Roscoe had no leads on why she couldn't shift and without her wolf she was at huge disadvantage against other shifters.

“Do you want to learn?” Reacher asked, stretching his hand towards her. She hesitated for a minute before determination crossed over her face and she nodded, grabbing his hand and letting him lead her away from the other students. “You heard Dixon telling them about speed?”

She nodded, stiffening slightly as he positioned her body. “Make yourself a smaller target and you're harder to hit.”

“And there’s no shame in running if you can.” he added, circling around to face her. “I’m going to try and grab you, try and avoid me.” Morgan nodded, taking a deep breath and watching him carefully. He waited a few seconds before pouncing towards her, catching her easily when she darted to the right. “You gave yourself away. You turned right and then hesitated. Once you make a decision, act, don’t hesitate.”

They practiced for another couple hours before he noticed her wincing and rubbing at the cast on her arm. He was impressed with her determination. She was a quick learner and had mostly overcome the hesitation that gave her away managing to avoid him two times. “We better call it for today. Roscoe will have my hide if you hurt your arm more.”

Morgan chuckled before sinking to the grass. “Thank you for teaching me. My father never would have allowed me to learn with my…handicap. He just surrounded me with bodyguards or kept me locked away in the house.”

“Everyone should know how to defend themselves. I will protect you until my last breath, but you need to know how to at least get away if someone attacks you.” Reacher sat down on the grass beside her looking towards the river that she had fallen into.

She looked in that direction as well and smiled when she saw two wolves splashing out of the water, an black and tan one chasing a smaller brown one. The smaller one nipped playfully at the bigger one's snout before turning and running into the tree line at top speed. The bigger one howled and then followed. “Who was that?” Morgan laughed, following their path as they disappeared.

“Sanchez & Melina. Their bonding ceremony is next week.” Reacher replied.

“Can I see your wolf?” Reacher looked over to find Morgan staring at him apprehensively.

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I held my breath as Jack studied my face and then nodded slightly. His shift was smooth and well practiced. One second I was sitting next to a large man and the next I was sitting next to a large wolf. I reached out and ran my hand through the blue gray fur of his chest. In human form Jack towered over me and his wolf did as well. In our sitting positions my head came to his shoulder. Standing I let my hand drift to the fur around his ears pulling back when he nuzzled my hand with his snout. “I’m sorry, I guess I should have asked before just petting you.”

Wolf Jack moved into a standing position and made a growling sound before nudging my hand again until it rested on top of his head. When I scratched his tail began to wag and I giggled. “I feel like I’ve seen this wolf before.” Wolf Jack cocked his head as I thought, moving to stroke his neck and back.

“Is Reacher wagging his tail?” An astonished shout came from several feet away and I squeaked in surprise when I found myself firmly behind Jack as he growled in the direction of the voice. Oscar Finlay appeared a moment later. “Down boy, I was just coming to let you know food’s almost ready at the pack house.”

Jack suddenly shifted, as fluidly as before, blocking my view of Finlay. Peeking my head around him I waved. “What’s happening at the pack house?”

“Our monthly pack meeting, everyone eats there and we go over anything we need to.” Finlay filled in. “And we are definitely going to need to go over Reacher’s tail wagging.” He chuckled when Jack shot him a glare.

I patted Jack’s arm before sliding it down to intertwine my hand with his. “Am I allowed to go? I’ve never gotten to be involved in pack activities.”

I asked the question to Finlay but Reacher squeezed my hand and responded. “If you want to go, you can.”

Finlay nodded, grinning at our intertwined hands. “I’ll see you there.”

Jack led us into the pack house half an hour later, winding us through the crowd and to a couple empty chairs at one of the trestle tables that had been setup in rows throughout the room. “Stay here, I'll grab some food.”

Charlie quickly joined me, dropping into an empty chair and greeting me with a hug. “Paul will be here in a minute, he’s dropping the girls off upstairs. They always have a movie set up for the kids up there while the adults handle business. I heard you did some training with Reacher today. You didn’t hurt your arm did you?”

“He’s trying to teach me to be able to escape. I only managed to out maneuver him twice in three hours of practice. He made us stop when my arm started aching.” I smiled.

“Twice is pretty good. Reacher is exceptionally trained, maybe more so than Alpha Neagley. Plus you’re his mate. He’s naturally more attuned to you.” she shrugged.

I nodded, “I hadn’t thought of that.”

Paul joined us then, placing their plates on the table. “I couldn’t tell if Reacher was getting plates for both of you or just him, but I’m glad to be in front of him in line. I don’t know how he stays in that kind of shape but eats like that.”

“Genetics.” Jack’s voice sounded from behind me before four towering plates of food appeared in front of our seats. He placed an empty one in front of me before continuing. “I wasn’t sure what you’d want so take the first pick and I can eat whatever’s left.”

Neagley appeared at the front of the room where a podium was set up. The crowd quieted immediately, everyone found their seats and I watched in amazement at the respect the pack had for their leader. Reacher nudged me as it continued, pointedly looking at the pile of food in front of us. Rolling my eyes I grabbed some chicken and a few other items before picking up my fork and digging in.

Near the end of the meeting Neagley announced Sanchez and Melina’s ceremony and the room came alive with applause and whistles while Sanchez pumped his arm in the air and Melina blushed at his side.

Turning to Charlie I got her attention before asking, “If I order a dress for the ceremony would it get here in time? I just realized I don’t have anything and I hate to keep hogging your wardrobe.”

“We’re going into Utica in a couple days, why don’t you come with us?” Charlie offered. “I have to pick up our medicine shipment. Angela, Franz’s mate, is also coming. She has to pick up some supplies for the inn.”

“That would be great.” I turned to Jack who was putting the last piece of chicken from my plate in his mouth. “What do you think?”

“You do need some more clothes and a coat,” he shrugged.

“It’s settled then!” Charlie waved down Dixon who joined them. “Morgan is going to join us on our trip to Utica. She needs some more clothes.”

“I hope that’s ok.” I offered. “I’m living out of Charlie’s wardrobe at the moment.”

“Not a problem at all little wolf, it will be a girls trip.” Neagley planted herself on the table beside Dixon.

“Wait, girls trip. I’m going with Morgan.” Jack looked between the women.

“I don’t think so big guy, I need you to take over training for Dixon while we’re gone.” Neagley put her hand up when he went to argue.

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Reacher’s Cabin, Rock Hill Village, New York

Neagley gave him a look he knew from their time in the service. One that said she wasn’t discussing the topic anymore, he was not going on this trip. “She will be with Dixon and me the whole time. You know she’s safe with us. We have Charlie if her arm acts up.”

“Nothing can happen to her, Neagley.” It was more of a plea than an agreement but she still nodded. They turned as Morgan came down the steps to meet them at the SUV. “Stay with Dixon or Neagley,” he reached into his pocket and handed her his card. “Get whatever clothes or other stuff you need. And a coat, it’s going to get colder.”

Morgan put her hand up to stop him, “I have enough of my own to get a dress and a couple things I need. I’m not spending any more of your money.”

Before he could reply Neagley stepped in and swiped the card from his hand. “I have no problem spending more of your money. Thanks for lunch. Come on little wolf.”

Jack gently grabbed her shoulder and turned her to face him. “Morgan, get what you need. He kissed her forehead before adding, “Stay with the group. Please, mon reve.”

Morgan nodded, giving him a quick hug before hurrying into the backseat beside Angela.

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Utica, New York

“Are you sure this is ok for the ceremony?” I asked, twirling in the mirror.

Angela turned from where she was handing Dixon a different top to try on. “You look lovely! Have you ever been to a bonding ceremony?”

“Angela.” Charlie snapped and Neagley shook her head but I put my hand up.

“It’s ok. I have only been to my own and I didn’t get much of a say in it.” I shrugged. “I wasn’t allowed to attend many events.”

“I’m sorry Morgan, I didn’t think before I spoke.” Angela was ringing her hands together. “When you and Reacher have one you will be able to choose whatever you want.”

A hush fell over the group as they all looked at me and my heart plummeted. “Oh, um. I don’t know…we’ve never really talked about it…and I…I can’t shift. Excuse me, I should change.” Hurrying back into the dressing room I pulled the dress off and hung it over the door. “Get it together Morgan” I whispered to myself, fighting to keep the tears that had sprung to my eyes from falling. I hadn’t considered that a bonding ceremony would be expected. Did Jack want one? I was a defective wolf. Did I want to go through that again? Knowing how my one to KJ had gone. It had been a miserable few hours in a dress that was too tight and not in my style at all. And then that night…I shuddered, biting my lip hard and covering my mouth to mask the sob that tried to escape.

By the time I pulled myself together and left the changing room the other women had made their purchases and were waiting by the register. “Did one of you grab the dress off the door? I think i’ll just get that today.”

“Already taken care of, went ahead and got you a few more things also.” Dixon held up four large bags.

“Big guy wanted us to make sure you were taken care of since we wouldn’t let him be here. That was the only way we were leaving the village without him tailing us and I still double checked on the way here.” Neagley shrugged, flashing Jack’s credit card.

Charlie stopped me from replying with a hard look. “Morgan, Reacher has plenty of money. He hardly buys anything with his pension and Paul started making investments for him after an incident a few years back.”

“He also cares about you.” Angela smiled shyly. “My comment was foolish before. I wasn’t thinking. But you have to know how much he cares for you. Reacher never lets people in but I see, we all see the way he looks at you.”

I wiped a tear that slipped out giving the group a watery smile. “I’m really glad I stumbled into this village. You are all wonderful.” I pulled Jack’s card out of Neagley’s hand. “Who’s ready for lunch?”

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Margrave, Northern Georgia

‘Alpha, there’s something you both need to see.” The Kliner packs new head of security appeared in the doorway with an envelope and a tablet. Kliner waved him in, sitting in the big chair behind his desk, leaving KJ to stand beside him. He placed the envelope on the desk and opened it revealing several pictures of Morgan.

“Where was this and how long ago?” KJ grabbed a photo, studying it closely.

“Face recognition flagged it ten minutes ago in Utica, New York sir.” the guard answered, reading off the tablet.

KJ cursed, slamming the photo back onto the desk. “How the fuck did she get to Utica, load up the cars, we leave in one hour.”

“Wait.” Kliner said calmly but everyone in the room froze. “Who is she with?” He looked over the photos at the other women sitting at the restaurant.

“We’re running facial recognition on them now Alpha.” he glanced between Alpha and son.

“We don’t make a move until we know what we’re going into.” He put his hand up to stop KJ’s outburst. “Your stupid decisions regarding Morgan Stone are what got us into this situation.” He turned back to the guard. “Notify her father we have a lead and I want to know the minute we find out who is sheltering her.

*Italicized section is a direct copy from The Affair by Lee Child

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pedroscurls · 7 years ago

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Title: A Broken Facade

Character(s): Negan, Father Gabriel, and Lucille (flashback) Prompt: Raking Leaves Summary: Negan gives Father Gabriel his confession. In doing so, a vivid memory enters his mind about the one person he failed to protect. Word Count: 1,287 Warning: None. Author’s Note: Thank you to @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash for doing this writing challenge! I literally waited the last minute to write this up, but now that I have more free time (and a sudden burst of inspiration for this story), I had to get to writing. Italics are flashbacks! Enjoy this story, and I hope it hits you in the feels like it did me hehe..... ;-)

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“I think… I’m here to take your confession.”

Well shit. If this situation wasn’t worse before, it was now. There was absolutely no way that I was going to tell this goddamn “priest” about my past. No one knew about my personal life and I was determined to keep it that way.

“Yeah. That’s some funny shit, Father. You’re creeping me the fuck out with that creepy ass smile you have right now. We’re stuck in this goddamn trailer, so instead of sitting here waiting to die, how about we come up with a solution to get out of here?” I offered.

“I think we can wait it out,” Father Gabriel replied. “Carl says you have wives. You are keeping them against their will—”

I stood and gripped the end of my bat tightly. “I don’t have any woman that isn’t willing. What kind of fucking monster do you think I am? I may have done some fucked up shit, but rape? That is something that I do not tolerate.”

“Was there a wife before all of this, Negan? Someone you promised to cherish and to hold?”

“That shit isn’t any of your business.”

Father Gabriel stood as well, walking towards me. “To love until death do you part?”

I turned, holding Lucille close to me. I whispered, shutting my eyes. “Lucille, give me strength…”

Suddenly, Father Gabriel reached out to grab the gun that I tucked at the waistband of my pants. I turned quickly, but he was quicker. He fired a shot and ran to the room straight ahead. Before I could go after him, the biters managed to break through the trailer. I used my frustration to repeatedly hit the biter’s head, smashing it against the floor of the trailer.

“Oh-ho! Father, that was a dick move!” I yelled. Sweat dripped at my temples and blood stained my sweet, sweet Lucille.

Quickly walking to the locked door, I banged on it with my fist. “Open up! I am only your chance of getting out of here alive! You fucking coward!”

Silence. I was given silence as a response. My blood was boiling.

I rested my forehead against the door, breathing heavily. “Is that what you wanted to be remembered as? A goddamn coward?!”

Then, he spoke. “I was always a coward.”

I scoffed. No shit, Sherlock. Before I could reply, Father Gabriel continued with a story of his own. I had to cringe at the cowardly behavior he had. Protecting the weak was something I had always lived by. If they could not protect themselves, it was my duty to do it for them.

With a heavy sigh, I realized the only way to get out of this alive was to reveal something about my past. Thinking about her always brought tears to my eyes.

“I – I used to have a wife before this, before the ones I have now. I didn’t deserve her. I screwed around on her. I let her down. She was sick and she – I couldn’t even put her down.”

“Do you think she would have been proud of the man you have become?” Father Gabriel asked.

I shut my eyes. I knew she wouldn’t be. Hell, she never liked the fact that I cursed too much and treated the kids at school like they were adults, but she always accepted me for me. Instead of responding, I took a deep breath and sighed.

“You know, she always hated the heat. Funny, considering that we lived in Virginia and it gets hot as balls here during the summer, but her favorite time of the year was Fall. She always loved to see the leaves scattered on our fucking front yard.”

And just like that, I was transported to one of my favorite memories.

“Negan, leave it be!” Lucille exclaimed.

“But our front yard looks like shit! There are so many goddamn leaves. We’ve got to rake them, honey.”

“Tomorrow… We’ll do it tomorrow. It just looks too pretty.”

“It looks like the trees just shit on our yard. Our house is the only one that still has goddamn leaves lying around, Lucille.”

She walked up to me. Her beautiful eyes bore into my own, and I knew that this was a losing battle.

“I promise… Tomorrow, we’ll do it together, okay?” She smiled.

That was it. It was all it took. Her smile had me putty in her hands.

“You are fucking sneaky. Did you know that?” I wrapped my arms around her slender frame.

“But you love me for it.”

“Damn right I fucking do.”

Tears filled my eyes. I could vividly imagine the look of happiness on her face. I shut my eyes and imagined her smile, imagined her alluring orbs, imagined her voice, and certainly imagined her gentle touch.

“Our home was the only one that looked like a mess, but it didn’t matter because whatever she wanted, she always got. She was the love of my life, and I let her down.”

I came home the next day to see Lucille standing at the driveway with two rakes. She was grinning, but I had a better idea. It was something that she always wanted to do.

“I’m holding up my end of the deal, so… Let’s get to raking,” Lucille smiled. She greeted me with a gentle kiss.

“I have an even better idea.”

“What’s that?” The curiosity on her face made me chuckle.

I grabbed her rake and tossed it back into the garage. Scooping her up into my arms, I led her to the pile of leaves and fell back with her. It was uncomfortable, but the sound of her laughter made it tolerable. With her, nothing else mattered as long as she was happy.

“Negan!” She giggled.

She was curling into me, but I knew that she was having the time of her life. I kept my arms around her waist and slowly turned her onto her back in the bed of leaves. I brought a hand to push her hair away from her face. Once again, I found her eyes staring into my own. I didn’t care if we looked like a pair of children who was goofing off rather than doing what needed to be done.

She was happy, and that was all that mattered.

“I love you,” Lucille whispered.

My heart skipped a beat. It always did whenever I heard those three words escaped her lips.

“I love you too.”

“But we should probably start cleaning up these leaves,” she smiled.

“Good fucking idea.”

A tear escaped and trickled down my cheek to my chin. I wiped it away quickly. I looked down at my weapon and chuckled quietly. I named a goddamn bat after my wife. She would have laughed at me, but most importantly, she would have understood.

“I let her down, Father Gabriel. She was the one woman who stuck by my side and I fucking let her down. I do what I have to do to protect those who cannot do it themselves. If I have to kill someone to send a message, then I fucking will because the people inside the Sanctuary are my responsibility.”

Quietly, the door opened. There was a solemn look on the other man’s face. Just like that, my broken façade was now repaired and the walls that I had built around myself raised once more.

“It isn’t your fault, Negan.”

I narrowed my eyes and delivered a quick punch to the man’s face. He grunted, covering his nose and staring at me with wide eyes.

“Let’s not speak of this shit ever again. Keep the goddamn gun. I’ve got an idea on how to get out of this shit.”

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crzcorgi · 7 years ago

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Soulmate

Catch up on Number 6 here!

Negan x wife Number 6 (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Y/E/C ~ your eye color

Ne - reader’s nickname for Negan

Warnings ~ Negan’s glorious language, smutty smut, fluffy fluff fluffiness

I apologize for the lack of fics lately, and for my less than stellar writing.

2000 words

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Negan’s POV

I pulled on my pants, but fuck, I couldn't zip or button those fuckers. I was so hard from doll’s little tease.

I glanced over to see her pulling a tee over her head. “Uh, baby girl, I could use a bit of help over here, please.”

She finished pulling the tee on, turning towards me. “What's up Ne?” As she began walking my way I noticed she didn't have any pants on. Or any panties. Jesus fuck girl.

“First off, where the fuck are your underwear doll? You put your shirt on first?” I was feeling my dick twitch with each passing second.

“Yeah, I know, it's an odd way to get dressed but my shirt was right by me, and well I have to go look…”

I grabbed her, cutting off whatever she was saying as my brain was fucking void of any blood flow, it was all headed south. I pulled her onto my lap, causing her bare pussy to rub all over my now freed cock.

“Negan! What are you doing?! She yelled, a big grin appearing. “We have to get ready! What is it…” She was having trouble speaking as my grip on her hips tightened and I began moving her in a circular pattern. “What did…you need? Ne!”

“You're helping me now doll.” I winked at her, drawing my tongue across my lip.

“That's why you, ugh, called me, ohh, over?” She was taking control with the movements now, rubbing her now wet folds up and down my pulsing dick.

“My pants wouldn't zip sweetheart, Negan Jr. wouldn't allow it baby.” I reached down between us, grasping my cock. “Stand up y/n.” I know I was sounding fucking bossy but I needed to be in her like fucking yesterday.

She listened to me, always the fucking good girl. She stood up, peeling her top off, leaving her in only a ratty bra.

“Good fucking God doll! That fucking piece of shit you're wearing is butt ugly, kinda killing the mood! Besides, it hardly covers you and I don't need any fuckers ogling you.”

As I spoke, she began unhooking it, but it wouldn't budge. “Well, my sweet husband. It's the apocalypse, I wears what I gots!” She was getting fucking frustrated now, pulling, stretching. Her face a fucking adorable sight. “Gaw!!! This stupid thing!”

I reached up, grabbing a cup, and one swift yank it fucking ripped from her body. I sat transfixed as her breasts broke free, bouncing right in front of my face.

“Negan! Are you going to find me…”

I grabbed one tit in my hand, the other I fucking shoved in my mouth. I knew she was pissed. I also knew what would happen if I did this. Her fucking downfall, her weakness, was how damn sensitive her tits were. I needed her to shut up and just go with it and this was how I fucking accomplished it.

Grabbing my cock, I aimed it towards her now dripping cunt. “Sit on my dick baby girl. Now. Don't make me say it again.”

She once again did as I asked, lowering herself onto my pulsing cock. Her eyes closing, biting her lip, her head thrown back . Fuck she was a sight to behold. As I thrusted upward, she started grinding downward, making tiny circular movements. Slowly, she began making the sweetest little sounds, quiet moans, fucking tiny grunts, making my fucking dick twitch and throb. I knew I was nearing the fucking end to quickly.

Y/N POV

He does this to me every time. Sometimes I just want to say no, but how could I?! He's like a petulant toddler, wanting something and throwing a tantrum when he doesn't get it. But he's my sweet toddler, and I could honestly never deny him what he wants. Besides, I enjoy every moment with him. Every unpredictable, sexually charged, love filled moment.

I know I seem subservient to him, and in many ways I am. I'm not an assertive woman, never have been. And I'm not ashamed to say I enjoy being taken care of in every way. Negan fulfills my every needs, with love. So if he wants to have a little quick fuck when we we’re supposed to be getting dressed, why would I say no? It's not like I don't enjoy it myself!

He knows my body like no one else before. Every inch, every curve, bump, and scar. And he knows how to play me, like the master he is. And fuck, is he playing me now. I wasn't going to last, I could feel the telltale shivers. His cock filling me so perfectly, touching just the right spot with each upward thrust.

I continued my movements, circling his cock, as I leaned into him, my hands quickly finding their way into his short hair, grasping it, pulling. We looked into each other's eyes, silently speaking, his lips finally meeting mine in an amazingly overheated kiss. His tongue demanding entrance, my mouth opening more than willingly.

He pulled from the kiss, but I knew why.

“I'm almost there baby, come with me.” His hand finding my swollen clit, using a gentle but firm touch. “Now doll.” When Negan tells me to come, I come. Every time.

I grabbed onto him for dear life, my orgasm washing over me like a tsunami. I felt our mixed juices, felt his release shooting up so far I could almost taste it in my mouth. His hands were gripping me, I felt the bruises forming from his fingertips.

I collapsed onto his damp chest, snuggling into his neck. Closing my eyes, I took in his scent, feeling his heart beating as fast as my own. I could stay like this forever.

Negan's POV

I swear just looking at doll, smelling her, is enough for me to fucking blow my load. Once I'm able to touch her, hear her sweet little sounds, I'm fucking dead.

I want to take her hard, so fucking hard. But she's my baby doll, and I know she's been through so much. But fucking shit if I didn't want to slam that fucking blazing hot body into a wall face first and fuck her like an animal.

But I will take what I can get. And god damn she is so fucking amazing. Each touch, each look, she knows me, knows what I want, need, better than any other woman. She's all I ever need.

As I reach my end, I instruct her to come with me. She always does what I ask, my perfect baby girl. She'll do anything for me. And I'd do anything for her.

As we both come down from our synchronized highs, I feel her nose burrowing into the side of my neck, her ear against my chest. She always does this. She's told me that my fucking “essence” soothes her, as does listening to my heartbeat. Well, everything about doll soothes me. Just being in her presence everything becomes fucking a-ok.

I almost dropped her when a knock on the door sounded.

“Fuck! The meeting baby.” I nuzzled into her hair, pulling her into me tightly.

“Yes, Ne, the meeting” I felt her warm breath as she giggled into my chest.

“We'll be right the fuck down!” I yelled at whatever shithead was outside my door.

“Gotcha boss!” It was Simon. “I'll meet you down there.”

I was still holding onto y/n tightly, fuck if I didn't want to let her go. But fucking business calls.

Y/N POV

Holding onto Negan like this, feeling his big arms pulling me tightly to his chest, was my safe place, my home. And I didn't want to leave. But I really want to go on this run that Negan has promised me, so I slowly unwrap myself from my husband. But before I stand up, I lean back into him for one more kiss.

“Don't forget what I said about tonight big boy!” I stood up, backing up enough so he couldn't try to pull me back down.

“Where you going baby girl! You know daddy doesn't appreciate those chaste kisses you try to fucking get away with!”

“Ugh, Ne! Any other kind of kiss always turns into something more! I want to get ready!” I stomped my foot, attempting to out tantrum him.

“Baby girl, I promise, just a kiss. Get over here.” He held his hand out, palm up, curling his index finger beckoning me over.

I sighed, surrendering once again to that handsome scoundrel. I walked over, his hands instantly darting out to grab my hips, drawing me in between his legs. “Ne!”

He moved his hands up to the sides of my head, his thumbs stroking over my cheeks, his eyes staring into mine.

“I love you doll, you know that, right?”

“Of course I do! Why are you asking me that?” I was a bit perplexed.

“I don't know baby, sometimes I…worry.” He gave me a sweet, love-filled smile. Not one of his usual cocky as hell ones.

“Ne, is everything okay?” I brought a hand to his face, holding it lightly.

“I know I promised you this run, but…”

“Negan, I'll be okay! Not only are you having me train with one of your best Saviors, you know you won't leave my side! Nothing's going to happen, I'm sure of it. Please don't worry Ne!”

I leaned down, quickly catching his lips in a loving kiss. I couldn't understand why the sudden concern. But I needed him to realize I would be fine.

Negan POV

I promised her a run, and I will fucking fulfill that promise. It's the least I can do for her, for all she has done for me.

I'm a powerful man. I command respect and loyalty. I have never lacked in fucking self esteem, I know who I am, what I am. I have never felt that I was less than anyone, fucking ever.

But things changed when y/n entered my life. She made me doubt my worth. She was everything a man could want, and more. I saw the way my Saviors would eye her, she never noticed but I sure the fuck did.

She wasn't with me for what I could do for her, to have all her fucking needs met, to want for nothing. No, she tells me time and time again that she loves me, has since she first fucking laid eyes on me.

But for some unknown fucking reason, I wonder why? Why me? Why not someone younger than me? Someone who might be a little less fucking volatile? Someone who's gentle, more caring. Someone who doesn't carry a barb wire covered bat named after his late wife that he still dreams about.

I've denied her things before, so fucking frightened that I would lose her. But I can't do it anymore, she deserves to go on this run. She deserves a lot fucking more than going on some stupid fucking run. But if that's what she wants, what her sweet heart desires, then that is what she most certainly will get. And I will fucking suck it up and be the man she deserves.

“Okay sweetheart, let's get ready for that meeting, see what your buddy Simon has planned.” I ran my fingers across her soft cheek, looking into her breath stopping y/e/c eyes.

“You're the only buddy I need, or want, Ne.” She took my hand, kissing it, then running her fingers over it, something she always did. Letting go of my hand, she stepped away from me, her smile never leaving her face.

“Why so happy baby girl?” She was heading over to the cabinet where she kept her clothes.

“Why wouldn't I be happy? I'm one of the lucky few in this hell we call earth, that wants for nothing. I have a safe home, fresh food, and most importantly, and the rarest of things to find, before the end and after, my soulmate.” She turned around, blowing me a kiss. “Get your ass ready sweetie, before Simon comes a knocking again!”

Jesus, I don't know what I did to deserve her. But I know I have to stop questioning it and just be fucking grateful. Because in this world, tomorrow is never a promise. And I want to enjoy every fucking precious moment with this gift I've been given, my wife, my true love. My soulmate.

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