#megan's fanfiction

[thetimelordbatgirl]

I know I used this meme before with my writing, but um, I ain't joking when I use it for this fanfic:

*Except um, its several breakdowns...somehow...*

But anyway, somehow the longest chapter of this fanfic at twenty pages (seriously, the normal limit prior had been six pages), Janira is taken to try out for tourney by Jane and despite intending to fail the try out so she can avoid spending time around Jay and focus more on the situation with her mom, a situation with a bitter classmate changes things...though if you ask Janira, it changed things for the worse...

[strawlessandbraless]

Dean Winchester, Supernatural Jennifer Check, Jennifer’s Body

I just think they’re neat, ok?

[notapradagurl]

Winter Kisses.

Megan Thee StallionStud! x Black Fem! Reader

Taglist: @henneseyhoe @thecookiebratz @thecapodomme @keyera-jackson @playgurlxoxo @planetblaque @megamindsecretlair @hurleys-world @megantheestallion-ismypresident @sweettea-and-honeybutter @harmshake @sageispunk @onyxstones-world @satoruya @urfavblackbimbo @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @xblackreader @caashmoneynae @lesbiantreehugger

Summary: You and Megan decided to go to a lovely Air B&B for the winter, on the first night of a few drinks and. You ended up being closer than ever.

A/N: even though it’s fall I have thought of this cute fic, don't forget to leave a like, comment & reblog to support, feel free to ask for a request if you like! ❤️

Warnings: +18, dirty talk, nipple play, praise kink, sissoring, fingering, fluff, sloppy kissing, straight-up filth, a submissive Megan, degradation kink, mention of burnout, playful banter, dominant reader, spanking,

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You sat in the passenger’s seat of the small black car while you peeked through the window, the tall woman sitting pretty in the driver's seat with her hand on the steering wheel, dressed in a snug turtle neck sweatpants that accentuated her curves, paired with high-waisted pants that hugged her hips perfectly.

The warm breeze tousled her black hair as she turned to you with a playful grin, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Are you ready for this, babe?" Megan asked, her voice smooth like honey. "I hope you can handle all this heat."

You chuckled, feeling a flutter in your stomach. "Please, I’ve been handling your heat since we met. This is just a warm-up."

Megan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh really? You think you can keep up with me? I might just have to show you who's boss tonight."

You leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms with a feigned look of confidence. "Boss, huh? You know what they say about the boss—she's got to put in the work. You better be ready for a long night, Meg."

Megan laughed, her deep, infectious laugh echoing in the car. "You think you can outlast me? You’re in for a surprise, baby."

Peeling away from the small neighborhood, you heard other cars passing by and the smooth jazz music playing from your playlist, calming you down as the lights from the houses faded away.

You were dressed in a black turtle neck sweater and matching pants, boots and tube socks on your feet. Your black and blonde locs hung by your face, a beanie and your brown skin and eyes sparkled with happiness.

“So we're going to an Air B&B for the winter? I'm kinda nervous?” You asked with a confused tone.

Megan turned to you, with a concerned look, "I get it, babe. It’s a little intimidating being away from home, but just think of it as a mini getaway for us. No distractions, just you and me," she reassured you, her eyes flickering with warmth.

You nodded, feeling a little more at ease. "You're right. Just us. I could use some time to unwind."

Megan chuckled, her laughter lighting up the car. “Right, that's the spirit, You’re feisty tonight! I like that. But just remember, when it comes to relaxation, I might have a few tricks up my sleeve."

Your sight was greeted by a scenery of trees and bushes, littered with snow in bundles, the feel of the holiday sometimes made you sad because it would go by so fast, but you wanted to enjoy this moment with her.

As you pulled into the private driveway of the cozy Air B&B, a soft glow from the porch light illuminated the snow on the ground. The trees near the cabin made into a home type of feel, the brown wood made you smile.

Your nerves shot through the sky and you grabbed her hand, pulling her close to your side, the warmth of your bodies pressed against each other made your cheeks heat up with fervor.

“It’s alright, I'm right here with you, I know you’re not much of a cabin person but I’m glad to be here with you…”

“Me too, I can do this..”

Pulling you close to her face, lips locked immediately with a soft smack, tilting your head to side and her mouth opened wide, your tongue swirling with hers, you moaned at the sensation. Pulling away from each other as you chuckled lightly.

“Whoa there girl, let’s get into the cabin first..” You said with a chuckle and smirk. Your hands gave her plump ass a smack and she chuckled with you.

The wooden cabin looked inviting, nestled among green trees with a slight dusting of snow. You both stepped out of the car, the cold air hitting your skin and sending a shiver down your spine. The gate behind the two of you was locked.

“Let’s get inside and warm up,” Megan suggested, her voice low and playful.

You followed her to the front door, and as she unlocked it, a wave of warmth greeted you. The interior was beautifully decorated, with plush furniture and a crackling fireplace. You admired the space, after placing your bags in the bedroom, the two of settled in the spacious living room.

“Wow, this place is amazing,” you said, glancing around.

“I know, right? I figured we deserved something nice for our little vacay,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

You gently plopped on the couch with your eyes on Megan who was still dressed in her baggy clothes, grabbing the hot mugs of cocoa from the counter. Walking toward the couch and passing you a green mug.

“Mm, this smells so good..” You hummed with a smile, before picking up the Roku remote and clicking on Netflix.

Megan plopped down next to you, her body radiating heat as she leaned in closer, her shoulder brushing against yours. “What do you want to watch first? Something scary?” she asked, her head tilted.

You chuckled, taking a sip of the warm cocoa. “I agree, I’m in the mood for horror too, nothing too mushy or lovey dovey. I’d rather not have nightmares tonight,” you replied, glancing at her with a playful smirk.

“I’m such a acaredy-cat,” Megan teased, poking your side playfully.

“Sure, but only if you promise to cuddle me during the scary parts,” Megan said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Oh, I’ll do more than just cuddle,” you replied, a suggestive glint in your eyes.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you turned your attention back to the screen. The opening credits of a haunting scary movie filled the room, but your mind was elsewhere, lost in thoughts of what the night could hold.

As the movie played, you found yourself stealing glances at Megan, watching her as she laughed at the funny parts, her eyes sparkling. You couldn’t help but admire her beauty; the way her hair framed her face, the curve of her lips when she smiled.

“Hey,” she said suddenly, catching you off guard. “What are you staring at?”

You smirked, leaning back with feigned nonchalance. “Just appreciating the view. Is that a crime?”

Megan laughed, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “You know if you keep looking at me like that, I might just get the wrong idea.”

“Maybe that’s the idea,” you shot back, feeling bold.

Megan raised an eyebrow, leaning closer until her lips were almost brushing against yours. “Oh really? You think you can handle me when I get the wrong idea?"

Your heart raced as you locked eyes with her, the tension thick in the air. “I can handle anything you throw at me, Meg.”

With a playful grin, she leaned in closer, her breath warm against your lips. “You sure about that?”

“Positive,” you replied, your voice steady despite the rush of adrenaline coursing through you.

After finishing your hot cocoa and wiping the reside from your lips using a napkin, you scooted closer to her side. Cupping her face in your hands and brought her face close to yours. “I want to take this night with you further..” You whispered, kissing her lips twice.

Your lips pressed against hers, soft and plump just the way you liked it and glided your tongue across her lips. Moaning in the kiss softly, Megan kissed you back and wrapped her around around you.

Unbuttoning her pants and sliding them off, her boxers slide down to the floor. And you slid off her sweater, unhooking her bra with her plump breasts poked out beautiful.

Megan took off your clothes as well, littered across the soft rug and you gently pushed her onto the soft cushions, “This time, I’m gonna take the lead, baby”

The tall woman relaxed her back against the couch, her legs spreading out for you and rested your hands on her thighs, a rush of excitement zoomed through her, wrapped your lips around her throbbing clit. Her thighs twicthed from the slight peck of your lips.

Her breath hitched but she only moaned from every flick of your tongue, her juices coating your mouth, moving your head from side to side, “Fuck! Yes! Just like that..”

While your tongue rolled around her clit, your fingers slid between her wet folds, Megan’s head fell onto the soft pillow and balled her hand into your locs, pumping your fingers in and out of her ever skillfully, at the right pace. Megan’s hand gripped the armrest of the couch tightly, her thick hips rolling with the pace of your fingers.

“Bad girl, you don’t get to fuck yourself yet, you lil slut..” You shot back with a seductive tone, your hand spanked her thigh, the heat pooled through her. You couldn’t help but watch in awe by the sight of the woman pleasuring herself more with your fingers, your fingers pinched her clit, her essence gushed out.

“N-no baby, I’ll be good this time, I promise.” Megan moaned loudly, keeping her legs still just for you, still shaking from your pace picking up. Despite the command, she kept moving her hips and brought your lips to her clit again, your tongue flattened and swirled.

“Right there..shit!” Megan whimpers, her nails scratch into the soft fabric and moaned louder, feeling her girlfriend curled her fingers up, hitting a spot perfectly. Megan came undone and screamed out.

Settling on the couch, you crawled toward the woman who sprawled across the couch and bought your fingers to her mouth, “Open..: You commanded, watching her mouth open.

Sliding your fingers inside her mouth, watching her plump lips wrap tightly around, sucking and licking your finger clean, pulling your fingers out and kissing her lips tenderly. “You look so pretty..”

You carefully intertwined your legs with hers, pressing your pussy against hers, causing the both of you to cry out in pleasure, moving your hips with hers. “You like that? Your pretty pussy kissing mine?” You teased with a soft moan, resuming to move your hips.

All Megan could do was moan and wrap her arms around her waist, bringing your breasts together with your hardened nipples touching, tears “F-fuck! Yes! i love it when you fuck me good, you’re all mine!” Megan groaned with a raspy scream.

Pinching each other’s nipples aggressively with your fingers, your hips moved faster and you gasped, “Don’t stop…don’t stop! Keep fucking me good!” You cried out, your legs shaking weakly, kissing her lips again, whimpering softly.

The soft squleching sound of your wet folds latching onto hers, your essence coating over each other’s thighs and your clits throbbing together sent you over the edge, “Shit..shit..Don’t you hear how good your pussy sounds? So fucking wet with mine..” You moaned harshly, littering kisses and hickeys all over her neck.

“I love you…I love you…baby girl, you’re so fucking beautiful..” Megan slurred as if she was drunk, her manicured nails left welts on your back. You hissed from the pain and spanked her ass again, rolling your hips again. “Pussy’s too tight.” The sensations brought the both of you to cloud nine. Your mind went blank and tears rolling down your cheeks.

Both of you on the brim of a release, your hips swiveled in different pace, only going harder, “I love you more..fuck..” You moaned again, your tongue siding across her neck, wrapping your mouth around her breast and moaned in the tender flesh.

Making your pussy clench around hers, pleasure washed over you again and again. This was so good with her, your eyes rolled back. “I want to cum with you, baby” Megan begged, sucking your nipple harshly.

By her beg, you felt a surge of electricity course through your body, igniting every nerve ending. The way she pleaded for release made your heart race even faster.

“Alright, sweetheart. Let’s cum together,” you whispered, your breaths coming in quick gasps as you continued to grind against her.

You began to quicken the pace, your bodies moving in perfect harmony, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing over you both. The beads of sweat coated over your melenated bodies. Tongue kissing her with passion.

Your climaxes hit like a tidal wave, with a few pushes of your hips. You both of you cried out in unison—your bodies shaking together and twitched, your clits throbbed against each other and your essence gushed over your cores, feeling the clenching of her folds with yours.

The room was filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, the soft crackle of the fire.

You collapsed onto Megan, both of you panting, trying to catch your breath as the aftershocks of your orgasms coursed through your bodies.

Megan pulled you closer, her arms wrapping around you securely. “That was…fucking amazing,” she murmured, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. Her fingers gently traced patterns on your back, a soothing contrast to the intensity of what just happened.

You chuckled softly, resting your head against her chest. “Yeah, amazing doesn’t even begin to cover it. I think I definitely brought the heat tonight.”

Megan laughed lightly, the sound vibrating through her chest. “You really are something else. I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“Well, I guess you bring out the best in me,” you replied, looking up at her with a playful glint in your eyes. “And you’re not so bad yourself.”

She smirked, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your forehead. “Just wait until tomorrow. We’ve got plenty of time to explore this cabin and each other more.”

You felt a thrill run through you at her words, the promise igniting a spark in your chest. “I’m looking forward to it. But for now, how about we clean up a bit and enjoy the rest of the night?”

Megan nodded, her eyes bright with excitement. “Sounds like a plan. But first, let’s take a quick shower together. I think we could both use it after… you know,” she said, a teasing lilt to her voice.

“Definitely,” you agreed, a smile spreading across your face as you stood up, offering her a hand. The two of you made your way to the bathroom, the warmth of the cabin wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. Washing each other clean in the shower, the steam cover the room.

“I could stay in here all night with you,” Megan admitted, her voice soft and playful as she leaned in to kiss you again, the water mixing with the taste of your lingering ecstasy.

“Same here,” you replied, pulling her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. “But we should probably get out before we turn into prunes.”

Megan pouted playfully, but ultimately relented, letting you guide her out of the shower. Wrapping yourselves in fluffy towels, you moved back to the living room, dressed in your pajamas and sat on the couch, where the fire still crackled softly, casting a warm glow.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

if youre still taking requests for her, could you do jennifer check x snowwhite!reader? ur fics are so amazing :))

hi honey! I'm always taking requests for her, I missed writing her haha! I hope you liked this.

summary - people were confused on how snow white and the evil queen could be best friends, not knowing that best friends usually don't kiss like they do.

warning - girl on girl kissing.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

When people would think about you and Jennifer Check, they’d think Snow White and The Evil Queen. Where one would go, the other would follow. They’d wonder how the two of you could be best friends with such extreme differences in personalities. You were someone that was too sweet, so kind and lovable. You’d always think and put others before yourself, always so caring. How could something so sweet be surrounded by something so dark? But they never saw what happens behind closed doors or when no one is watching, even in the darkest corners of the school. 

You and Jennifer are hanging in your bedroom, you lie on your back on your bed. Hair sprawled out underneath you, your mouth open as squeals escape you. Your eyes screwed shut as Jennifer leans over you, her perfectly manicured fingers digging into your sides as she tickles you. Your soft, sweet laugh brings a real smile to her lips, one only reserved for you. 

“Jen!” You gasp, sucking in a sharp breath as she continues, your giggles bouncing off the walls. “Stop!” You wiggle underneath her, trying to escape her torturous fingers but you’re trapped. Your tear-filled eyes slowly open, connecting with her pretty blue ones.

Suddenly it felt as though everything had stopped. Time had slowed down, silence replacing the once joyous laughter. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, followed by the heavy breathing that escapes you and Jennifer. Has she always been this beautiful? When did your palms become so sweaty? Slowly your eyes drift down to her plump pink lips, you watch as her tongue swipes against her lips, wetting them. 

Jennifer watches you, her eyes hazy as they drift down to your lips, watching them part and breathy gasps escape them. “Snowy…” Her voice raspy, but soothing. It suited her. Her nickname that she made after hearing what people called them fell from her lips. Jennifer’s hand cups your cheek, her thumb stroking it as her gaze flickers between your eyes and lips. “I don’t wanna hurt you, Baby Snow.” Her thumb moves against your plump bottom lip, watching you squirm beneath her. “You’re the only good thing I have…”

Your eyes widen as your hands move to grasp her hips, wanting to keep her as close to you as possible. She was your queen in your eyes, what people said was true. She was The Evil Queen, but never to you. You were her little Snow White or Baby Snow or Snowy. You’d kneel before her if it meant you could be hers forever. “Y–you won’t. I trust you, Jen. I always have and always will.” Your voice small and sweet, just like you. 

And as those words slipped from your pretty red lips, all control Jennifer had broken, slipping through her fingers. Her lips crash against yours, eyes slipping closed, both hands cupping your cheeks and she presses her whole body against you, wanting to get closer. You let out a soft moan, following her movements, your grip on her hips tighten before they slide up her back and into her hair, tugging on it causing moans to fall from her lips. 

Her tongue swipes against your bottom lip, smirking as you eagerly open your mouth, whining as her tongue slips inside, dominating you before you can even think. You were hers forever, the marks she left on you that night proved it to everyone. 

It felt like the fairytale you had always dreamed of.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[geotjwrs]

—MASTERLIST !

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(✭) I Smile - Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

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(✮) morning kisses - Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

(✮) eepy - Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

(✮) baby fever - Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

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(✭) lostmyhead - Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

(✭) ivy - Jenna Ortega x Male!Reader

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Madison Beer

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Megan Fox

(✬) make you mine - Jennifer Check (Megan Fox) x Male!Reader

(✬) i want you - Megan Fox x Male!Reader

—REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[generalllimaginesss]

Here’s a little piece based on Megan Moroney’s song Reasons to Stay.

Warnings: angsty bf! Jack, toxic relationship (you can usually tell if I’m depressed or not based on what I post lmao), but like this is really really toxic so don’t read if that’s a trigger for you. I think I made myself go crazy while rereading it.

Reasons to Stay

I asked Jesus for a sign

And today I haven’t cried

It’s only 2 p.m. but that beats yesterday

So I guess that’s a reason to stay

The status of having an NHL boyfriend was alluring to a lot of girls. The fame was something that always felt new, thousands of people, strangers, screaming the name that you hold near and dear to your heart. The money eased the fear of bills and gave a freedom the average person would never experience in their lifetime. The influence that you hold as a WAG always playing in the back of your mind anytime your finger hovered over a button to post a picture, wondering if the caption was classy enough to hold your status.

The truth is that looks can be deceiving. The girls that threw themselves at Jack made for a constant state of insecurities to pool in your brain, sloshing around anytime Jack was home late or turned his location off. The money bought things that made you smile, a Louis Vuitton here, a Mercedes there, but the feeling of being in debt to the man that let hate spew from his mouth anytime you accidentally stepped out of line pulled at your being, anxiety grasping at the freedom, one not capable of being present without the other.

Was it really freedom?

Was it the price of freedom?

Maybe.

Maybe the price was the amount of tears that flowed when he rejected an outfit for you to wear.

“You’re not leaving in that. I don’t date sluts and that makes you look like one,” his reasoning rang, slicing through your ears and bouncing around anytime you bought clothes.

Today was a good day, though.

He had kissed you goodbye, asking if you would be making dinner tonight.

He’d be home tonight, you thought, willing yourself to think positive and fighting against the urge to dwell on the fact that he had come home with a hickey the night prior. He insisted it was a hickey, but you weren’t too sure about that.

But he’s yours tonight, that’s all that matters. That keeps you going; the possibility that tomorrow he will be yours is your driving thought. So you went about your day as if the life you were living were a dream and that you were living the life as the girlfriend of a famous hockey player who made millions.

Maybe it’s normal to have to be small. Maybe you just have to compensate for the huge platform that he had. He had earned it after all.

Seriously, what did you do other than keep the house tidy and go to his games? That’s normal….right?

You just had to tell yourself that it would be ok. It would be harder and messier to leave than try to push through.

And when you’re drunk at 3 a.m.

You don’t call your ex-girlfriend

It’s been a couple months since you

Brought up her name.

So I guess that’s a reason to stay.

The guys had gone out after a win, guys only. No girlfriends or wives. That’s what Jack said, at least. They were celebrating the guys achievements, some records broken, and it was just for them.

That was fine with you. He had an amazing game: his second hatty of his career. He needed a night to let off some steam and just be a boy.

The picture of him and Nico with Jack’s ex looming in the background was just a coincidence, yeah? Jack said she was a puck bunny, so she’s probably just going from guy to guy.

As soon as he walked through the door, the smell of bourbon wafted through the air, attaching itself to every air molecule in the apartment and meeting you like a familiar friend. This wasn’t the first time he had come home in this state. It wasn’t even the 5th or 6th.

“You’re up,” Jack’s words were slower than normal, the effort to produce the words coherently proving to be more tasking than normal. He took in the view of you curled up in an Ugg blanket on the plush cushions of the couch, noticing the lines that the tears had been drawing for the past hour. He took note, but not responsibility. He told you where he was and what he was doing, no harm no foul.

“Just couldn’t go to sleep,” Your voice was weakened, something you despised about yourself. You used to view yourself as strong and independent. Sticking up for what was right was was something you took pride in, but being in a relationship with Jack had slowly chipped away at that, so nonchalantly that you were the skeleton of who you once were before you could do anything about it.

Jack’s balance teetered from the left to the right, making a ship at sea during a storm look like a walk through the park. He stumbled as he tried to take his shoes off, a cue that you learned meant you needed to help him.

He did so much for you, so would it really be awful to just help him out?

As you slipped one AirForce off, you took notice of the bruises that feathered his legs, probably from the intense game tonight.

You could feel courage bubble, coming to a boil before you made your next statement, “I noticed your ex in a picture that Nico posted…what’s that about?”

“Baby,” He slurred, attempting to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear but pulling it instead, kissing your forehead after you winced at the tension. “You’re the only one that matters,” And with that he sucked you right back into his intoxicating blue eyes. They held a secret confession of his love for you. One that only you could see and he could feel.

But you don’t try like you used to

You don’t look at me the same

You used to say you’re sorry, now

Whiskey’s what you blame

How much can a heart take

‘Til it’s really your last chance

I’m a giver, but I’ve given all I can

We both know that I ain’t one to walk away

But I’m runnin’ out of reasons to stay

Things hadn’t always been like this.

Jack hadn’t always been like this.

He used to surprise you at work with two dozen roses, or wrote sweet love notes on sticky notes and stuck them to your vanity. He used to put in effort.

He used to want you.

What were you thinking, of course he still wanted you. He wouldn’t be in a relationship with you for the whole world to see if he didn’t want you, right?

He hadn’t bought flowers in a long time, though, and the sticky notes had slowly made their way to a drawer for safekeeping, none there to replace them. The vanity was bare, loneliness radiating from it every time you passed it, the feeling resonating in your soul.

It was as lonely as you.

Jack had come home drunk again last night, the smell of the liquor laced the words he shot at you with a poison that made them burn when they hit you. Everything that came out of his mouth felt like lashes against your skin.

“You’re so fucking boring, Y/N! You think you’re so perfect and you’re not! You think you’re better than everybody around you, but you’re not! You’re a fucking bitch, you cunt!”

He went on like that for at least an hour, going on and on about how he deserved better, how he could have anybody he wanted but settled for you.

It hurt even worse because it was so untrue. You battled with yourself for years because you compared yourself to those around you constantly. Jack knew this. He had been there for your breakdowns when your family had made you feel like a disappointment, or when you never thought you would be as pretty or talented as the other girls in the hockey scene.

Did he just forget this?

How were you going to smooth this over with him?

It felt like all you did was make excuses for him just to be able to live with him.

Why?

How did he completely change you? Wreck you? He had gutted out who you once were and left the bare beams that held you up. He had conditioned you to allow him chance after chance, no matter how bad he had fucked up.

And you just let him.

As the sun played a game of peekaboo through the curtains, you had made up your mind that you couldn’t justify the way he was treating you anymore. It was wrong.

The smell of bacon and eggs lured you into the kitchen to see him shirtless, standing over the stove as he busied himself with making breakfast. His back muscles flexed as he maneuvered about the stove. He looked perfect, as if he hadn’t verbally assaulted you and your character last night.

Before you could say anything, he had sensed that he was being watched, catching a glimpse of you as he turned his head slightly to the left.

“Morning. Didn’t wake you up, did I?” His voice was raspy, probably from partying for most of the night, but it sounded like he cared. It was refreshing.

“N-no. Um, I just felt like I should get up,” Reassuring him felt like an attempt to just keep the peace. Don’t say anything to set him off, don’t be combative. He’s cooking breakfast for you, so everything’s ok.

“Good. Hey, about last night…I’ll be honest I don’t remember what I said, but if it was bad it was just from me drinking too much. The boys may have gotten me to drink more than I normally do…” he trailed off as he plated the breakfast he had made for you, placing it on a placemat at the bar and pouring a cup of coffee for you, 3 creams and 2 sugars.

He remembered.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” You walked to the bar taking a seat.

The morning consisted of the two of you genuinely enjoying the presence of the other, catching up on what’s going on in each other’s lives and promising to not let it get this way anymore.

Before Jack left for practice, he had placed a kiss to your lips ever so gently, “I love you,” he whispered, his voice soft and sweet.

How was this the same Jack from last night?

You were sure that you had to be going crazy.

If I go find somebody new

I’d lose your mom and sister too

You know me and how much I hate change

So I guess that’s a reason to stay

And I ain’t perfect either, we all make mistakes

But that don’t change

The Michigan sunset was absolutely breathtaking. The orange and purple hues painting a picture so perfect that it could never be replicated on a canvas. The distant sounds of the guys on the lake could be heard in the distance, the chill of the wind carrying the hoots and hollers from the water to you and Ellen, sitting on the deck attached to the back of the house.

The smell of the deck and the sound of the hundreds of frogs from the water felt like a dream, one that you never wanted to wake up from.

“Jack would probably kill me if he heard me say this, but I really hope you two get married soon. I’d love to have you as my daughter, you know? These boys are a lot sometimes…” Ellen chuckled as she nodded to the boys in the distance.

The comment caught you off guard, a response in favor felt forced, but how were you supposed to tell her that her son was making your life a living hell?

“You’d have to take that up with him,” You smiled at her, not revealing the relationship that was slowly eating away at you.

“I promised to never pressure them to do something that they weren’t ready for, so I’ll let him choose the right time. I just know we all love you. Anytime the other two call home they always ask how you’re doing. I know they talk to Jack about you, too. We didn’t think he’d ever be ready to settle down with a girlfriend, much less one as amazing as you,” She went on, pulling her jacket tighter around her as the absence of the sun left goosebumps on her skin.

“It’s getting cold out here, let’s head inside and you can help me make dinner. I believe we have some wine if you’d like some,” She stood up and headed to the kitchen, waiting for you to follow suite, you smiled.

It was almost a sad smile, grateful that even though Jack wasn’t the man he should’ve been for you, his family loved you. They made you feel safe and loved. They were a safe haven from the toxic tendencies that Jack had taken up when the two of you were in New Jersey.

“I’d love that, Ellen.”

The sound of bare feet padding rapidly against the blades of grass that ran from the dock to the deck made you and Ellen turn your heads towards the window, watching on as Quinn, Luke, and Jack were racing towards the house.

Luke won, his long legs giving him an unfair advantage against his shorter counterparts. Quinn came in second as Jack has tripped over himself.

“What’s for dinner?” Luke panted, reaching for a water bottle out of the fridge and attempting to sit on the couch.

“You’ll find out after you change out of your wet swim trunks,” Ellen gave him a stern look, him raising his arms in defense as he left to go to his room for dry clothes.

You felt an arm snake around your waist, the smell of lake water and sunscreen following behind it. At first you jumped, worried that you had done something wrong.

He chuckled at the sudden movement, not realizing that he was the problem.

“Jumpy, are we?”

You smiled, trying to not cause an issue with him.

“Sorry. Wasn’t expecting you to be so cold,” You felt nasty as you lied through your teeth.

After a few minutes, he finally decided to retreat to the shower to wash the day off of him. You took in your surroundings while he was away.

Quinn and Luke played the Xbox while Ellen prepared the vegetables for dinner and Jim smoked the meat outside. You had been loving this family for years now. You and Ellen had become so close, easily somebody you loved as if she were your own mother.

Jack wouldn’t be the only person that you would have to let go of if you were to leave. As much as you loved his family, it was only natural for them to take his side, something that you understood and admired. You could only wish somebody would take up for you no matter what, and he had 4 people willing to do that for him.

You couldn’t imagine the thought of having to start over with somebody new, having to meet their parents for the first time and being disappointed that they weren’t Ellen and Jim. Being disappointed that their siblings wouldn’t pay the extra money when they accidentally forgot to keep your Snapchat streak going since it was almost 4 years long. Quinn and Luke texted you almost as often as they texted Jack. You were like their sister.

The thought of starting over was enough to have tears stinging at the corner of your eyes. Whatever Jack had done, you couldn’t expect him to be perfect. He’s human, after all. You’d stay if it meant you could keep the Hughes in your life.

I'm runnin' out of patience

Damn, I hate to say it

I'm runnin' out of patience and grace and at the end of the day

Findin' last resort reasons we're okay

Ain't a good reason to stay

“Jack you have purple bruises all on your fucking neck! How stupid do you think I am?!” You barked at him as he sat on the couch facing you.

“Stupid enough to think this is the first time this has happened,” His smug smirk and body language made you want to hurt him. You wanted to hurt him as bad as he’s hurt you for so long now.

“I hate you. I fucking hate you, Jack Hughes. You are the most disgusting person I have ever met and I hope your life becomes a living hell that you can never get out of,” The words came out calmly despite their harsh meaning. It was eerie, making the hairs on Jack’s neck stand up.

“Where do you think you’re going,” He watched as you made your way to the shared bedroom, hearing the sound of a suitcase zipper open.

He jumped up, heading straight for you, but froze as he watched you throw clothes into the suitcase. When that one became full you found another one to shove your clothes into, until the only things left were things you didn’t normally wear.

“What are you doing?” He spat, realizing that the grip he had on you was being relinquished.

“What does it fucking look like? I’m done. I’ve gone crazy trying to love you and I want out. I can’t do this anymore!” You tried to yell, but your throat constricted as it tried its best to sob. You refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you like that, though. He had put you in this state of survival long enough.

“You’re going to regret this…” He trailed off, following you as you threw everything into your car.

“Maybe so, Jack. But I will never regret it as much as I regret falling in love with you. You are an awful person, and I hope everybody will see that one day,” You slammed the door shut and put the car in reverse.

As you made your way down the driveway and street, Jack’s figure became smaller and smaller. Nobody would ever make you feel this way ever again, and you felt sorry for whoever fell into the trap that is Jack Hughes after you.

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HAHA IM SO SORRY!! Also this in no way reflects who Jack is in real life because I, obviously, don’t know him personally. This was so bad though, so I’m actually really sorry.

[tryingtograspctrl]

LUNCH: JENNIFER CHECK X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER

SUMMARY: When Jennifer wants something she doesn’t hesitate to do everything in her power to get it. When she sets her eyes on you, making you hers is a no brainer.

Warning: Mentions of killing and blood. Otherwise it’s pretty fluffy.

Note: Reader is a shy and a stereotypical nerd, also super oblivious.

Jennifer had her head down as she walked through the halls, texting away on her phone.

You were walking in the opposite direction in front of her, nose deep in a book.

She gasped as the two of you collided your drink spilling all over her, her purse falling to the floor and most of her belongings falling out of it.

"Ugh what the fuck!" She squealed.

"I'm so so sorry, i should’ve been paying attention." You apologized scrambling to pick her things up.

"Damn right you should’ve." She growled watching you toss her items back into her bag.

She paused as you stood up again, getting a good look at you, her anger quickly fading.

You were adorable, big e/c eyes, a chubby face with the softest cheeks that she was just dying to pinch and the cutest pouty lips that you were currently nibbling on nervously.

"I can't get the stains out here but i dont want you walking around all sticky because of me, come on." You spoke softly, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her to the bathroom.

You took a few paper towels from the dispenser, wetting them in the sink and squeezing out the excess water.

Jennifer shrugged her jacket off, throwing it on top of one of the stalls.

She watched as you scrubbed her skin gently, removing all the sticky residue.

"Sorry again for ruining your clothes." You mumbled.

She melted as you looked up at her through your lashes.

"That's alright. Here, put your number in my cell and i’ll text you my address, that way you know where to drop off my jacket after you clean it." She explained handing you the pink device.

You nodded, typing in the digits quickly and handing her phone back to her.

"Thanks cheeks." She smiled at you before exiting the bathroom.

After school

You started up the washing machine, pouring some laundry detergent inside and watching it bubble up in the warm water.

To your relief the stain remover you bought had actually worked, now you just had to get rid of that coffee smell.

You tossed jennifer’s jacket inside closing the lid, then walking to the kitchen to make yourself something to eat.

You pulled out the ingredients for a sandwich, placing them all on the counter.

You perked up at the sound of your phone dinging, a small red icon beside the message app.

You clicked on it, a text from your friend popping up.

Mel: Party 2nite!!! You coming?

You shook your head, smiling fondly as you could practically feel her excitement radiating through the screen.

You: Can’t, busy tonight :(

Mel: Yeah yeah busy sticking your nose into one of those books like always BORINGGG

You rolled your eyes placing you phone on the counter.

Hours later

Night time rolled around fairly quick and you were so busy studying that you had almost forgotten about the jacket.

“Shit.” You ran downstairs praying that it didn’t shrink in the dryer, though you were sure if it got any smaller it’d probably just disintegrate.

You sighed in relief seeing that it was still in the same condition it was when you put it in there, only now it was cleaner.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, looking over the address that Jennifer had sent you once more before grabbing your keys and heading out the door.

The drive there wasn’t very long, surprisingly she lived just a few blocks down from you, honestly you could’ve walked.

You knocked on the door a couple times, stopping when you heard shuffling on the other side.

“Oh hey, come in!” Jennifer perked up at the sight of you, pulling you into her house.

You looked around for a moment, taking in her home, noticing a few baby picture of her hanging up on the walls.

“You want something to drink?” She questioned opening to fridge.

“No i’m good.” You fiddled with the ends of your sleeves.

“Loosen up a bit i don’t bite, unless of course you want me to.” She smirked getting into your personal space.

You inhaled sharply taking a step back.

She laughed going to sit on the couch, grabbing the remote and flicking through channels.

You took a seat beside her awkwardly.

“You didn’t wanna go to the big party tonight?” She eyed you, taking a small sip of her soda.

“Parties aren’t really my thing, plus i had to study.” You spoke quietly staring at your shoes.

“You’re really cute.” Jennifer cooed scooting towards you, cupping your face in her hands.

“Thanks.” You smiled shyly.

“I mean it, you’re adorable.” She booped your nose sitting back on the couch to give you some room.

The two of you watched tv, chatting every once in a while, mainly her asking questions, getting to know you better.

You were surprised at how nice she was, you didn’t like to feed into gossip or listen to rumors but you had seen with your own two eyes how nasty Jennifer could be and yet the girl sitting beside you was like a completely different person, soft spoken, sweet.

“It’s getting late, i should head home.” You spoke up after a while, glancing at the clock on the wall.

“Aww so soon?” She pouted intertwining your hands.

“Maybe we can hangout some other time.” You suggested.

“Yeah i’d like that.” She smiled standing up to walk you out.

You slipped your shoes on, heading out to your car.

She waved goodbye once you got inside, waiting for you to pull out of her driveway before closing the front door.

You smiled to yourself on the drive back home. She wasn’t as bad as she seemed, hopefully you could call her a friend.

A few days later

You and Jennifer had gotten a lot closer over the past week, spending nearly all of your free time together. Watching movies at her place or yours, going shopping, playing video games, karaoke, you name it. Where one of you went the other wasn’t far behind.

You were in your room one night, textbooks sprawled out on your bed. Jennifer was supposed to be coming over but after an hour had passed with no sign of her you were starting to get worried.

You decided to call her, sighing in relief when she answered on the first ring.

“Hey cheeks, what’s up?” She asked.

“You were supposed to be coming over to study, remember?” You questioned furrowing your brows in confusion.

“Sorry i went out to grab a quick bite to eat, guess i just lost track of time.” She stared down at the lifeless body of the boy she just feasted on.

“Oh well that’s alright, just let me know when you get here and i’ll come down and unlock the door.” You responded.

“K babe i will.” She hung up, stuffing her phone in her pocket and wiping blood from the corner of her mouth.

She had arrived nearly 10 minutes later, tossing her purse on your desk and plopping down in the bed beside you.

What was supposed to be a study session for the math test that you two had the next day quickly turned into a night of chit chat about everything under the sun.

You shifted uncomfortably when the topic of discussion turned to boys and hookups.

“You mean to tell me you never had your first kiss?” Jennifer stared at you in disbelief.

“No i haven’t.” You ducked your head, embarrassed.

“Aww i didnt mean to make you feel bad cheeks, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m just a little shocked that’s all, nobody has tried to kiss someone as cute as you?” She placed her fingers under your chin, tilting your head up.

“Nope.” You fiddled with your fingers, avoiding her gaze.

She looked at you for a moment, eyes scanning your features, eventually landing on your mouth.

“Fuck it.” She mumbled before crashing her lips against yours.

You yelped in surprise before relaxing, despite it being your first time kissing someone it didn’t take you long to get the hang of it. Your lips moving in sync with hers.

She pulled away after a few minutes, the both of you panting trying to catch your breath.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You looked at her slightly in a daze.

“I wanted to.” She shrugged, fingers tracing patterns on your thick thigh.

“Why?” You questioned.

“Isn’t it obvious? I like you y/n.” She huffed slightly annoyed.

You blinked a few times, brain trying to process what she just said.

Jennifer check liked you.

“Is it really that hard to believe? I’ve been flirting with you since i met you.” She rolled her eyes.

“Flirting with me?” Your face scrunched up in confusion.

“The girl i told you i liked and was the describing the other day was literally you.” She stared at you in disbelief.

“I thought you were talking about that girl in our chemistry class, she has some of the same features as me.” You spoke defensively.

“If i liked her i definitely would’ve made a move already. I don’t even know her name.” Jennifer responded.

“God to be an academic genius you sure are an air head when it comes to picking up on social cues.” She laughed.

You frowned, nudging her with your foot.

“Come here idiot.” She grabbed your shirt pulling you in for another sweet kiss.

A/N - Was thinking about Jennifer’s body today and decided i wanted to write a fic. The title is inspired by Lunch by Billie eilish and that song is Jennifer through and through. At first this was gonna be smut but i decided to turn it into fluff. I really hope you enjoy this. 🌻

[artificialbreezy]

hi bb can you do more matt texts whenever you get a chance obvi 🥺 🫶🏼 tysm 🥹

bestie Matt (who totally crosses the just friends line) texts are my lifeline

Bonus:

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Bro I need no nut November with Dave

Warnings: smut, face sitting, riding, blow job, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Megadeth was practicing, it was getting late and people were packing up when Junior brought up a fun challenge; try not to cum for a whole month.

It was simple enough, right?

Wrong. It was week three and Dave was struggling. It was just him and Junior left, the reward was 50 bucks and Dave was certain he deserved it.

You were his childhood friend, one of the few people who stuck by him through everything. After weeks of mental mind fucks he invited you over to keep him busy.

Now you were on top of Dave bouncing up and down on his hard cock. Your hands planted on his chest, head thrown back in pleasure.

“Ngh- fuck! Oh, fuck.” You moaned. “Fuck, m’gonna cum.” You got off him and moved up to sit on his face. Dave’s arms wrapped around your thighs and held you close as he let you ride his face.

Your hips bucked, your clit bumping against his nose, his tongue buried inside you, flicking and licking your walls.

Your body shook and loud moans of his name left you as you came on him, harshly tugging on his hair and pulling him into you.

You got off of him and moved down the bed, giving him a few strokes while looking at him. “What a good boy, huh?” You mused, taking him in your mouth and deep throating him.

Dave moaned, finally getting that release he’d been looking for the past month. “I-I fucking love you, Y/n.” He moaned.

“What?” He heard your voice echoing in his head. He looked down and saw it wasn’t you but just his hand on his cock, you were stood in the doorway staring at him.

He rushed to cover himself. “No, I didn’t-! Um, I was just, uh, what fuck are you doing in here?” He stammered.

“I heard weird noises coming from your room,” you explained, “I came in to check on you.”

Dave wanted to be mad but he couldn’t, those thoughts of you still filled his mind and he couldn’t tear his eyes off of your clothes body.

“Could you do me a favour..?” He asked hesitantly. You didn’t need him to finish his request, you were just as horny as he was.

You tore your clothes off and practically jumped on him, lips crashing against his. “Wait, wait.” You said, pulling away from him for a moment. “What about your bet thing?”

He flipped you onto your back, hovering over you, his tip pressed against your clit. “Fuck the bet, I need you.” His lips went to your neck and he lined himself up with you, quickly pushing in and not wasting any time before he started thrusting into you.

Your moans were higher than he thought they’d be, sweeter too, like honey on his ears. Your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer.

You felt that ball of heated knots building in your gut. “Davie-Davie! Fuck, you feel so good.” You whined, clawing at his back.

Dave’s own sounds were loud, low grunts in your ears. “Fuck, can I cum inside? Please, lemme cum inside.” You didn’t get a chance to answer before you felt his seed gushing out into you. He held you close, letting you milk him for all he’s worth before finally pulling out and toppling over beside you.

“Asshole.” You muttered breathlessly. “Didn’t make me cum.”

“I’m sorry.” He said with a smile. “Come up here, I’ll make you cum.” Your face blushed at the thought of riding his tongue, but he was adamant about you doing so, he needed to know what it really felt like with you.

[thetimelordbatgirl]

^^^my current mood, because oh my god, its actually finished and published- After seven months, I finally got around to actually doing an update to this story, finishing it's first adventure/episode in a way in the process! I did not intend for it to reach 40 pages, but oh well! I'm free until I have to write its second adventure/episode in a way lol.

Anyway, turns out Mr. Zagan's comment about Luke forcing his hand means starting the Bane's invasion of Earth, leaving Luke and Abigail and The Girl scrambling to stop it in time or else Earth will be lost...

[slutouttanowhere]

Million Dollar Baby

Pairing: Randy Orton x Black!oc

Warnings: not editied

a/n: Listen, all I got to say is…the girls that get it, and the girls that don’t… lol this is just a little snippet, an idea I was playing around with while other fics are being edited. I could not get this idea out my head once I saw the vision. Check out my main blog @headcannonxgalore Reblogs are appreciated, leave some comments let me know if y’all want more 💜

Adam Pearce had enough on his plate with Judgement Day running around terrorizing the roster, and running matches, and now on top of that he had to deal with Mavis Pete. She’s been raising hell for the past two weeks, for every time she didn't get a title shot, she’s attacking every female superstar that does. Sabotaging all their title shots in any way she could. He tried to rack his brain to come up with a solution, maybe there was someone he could pair her with to keep her busy, take her mind off things, while simultaneously giving the people some entertaining matches. Suddenly, his office door swung open, a steaming, angry Randy Orton stood in the doorway. A stern look on his face, his lips parted to speak, but before he could Mavis came barging in right behind him. “Finally your office hours are open, listen I don't have time to waste you know what I want-’

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you any manners, kid?” Randy cut her off, he turned to her, forgetting all about their general manager. She looked taken aback by his attitude, one hand on her hip, and her face scrunched into a disgusted facial expression. She’d never tell him, but he’s in her top five favorites of all time. She snapped out of her thoughts quickly, his icy blue irises scrutinizing her closely, her diamond chains catching his eyes.

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to interrupt a bad bitch when she’s talking?” She asked, a slight smirk on her lips, to which Randy scoffed, and turned back to Pearce, blocking Mavis’ site.

“Anyway, like I was saying– He started talking again, ignoring the younger superstar behind him, Adam raised his eyebrows expectantly, but to Randy’s misfortune, he never got the chance to speak.

Mavis rolled her eyes, and cleared her throat, “like I was saying.” She had pushed past Randy, her hips bumping him out the way, now it was his turn to be shocked. “It’s time to make some shit shake, I think the heel run was nice, but I’d do better as a baby face, don't you agree AP?” He watched as she demanded answers from the Raw General Manager, Randy would be lying if he said he hadn’t been watching Mavis’ performances. She was a star in the making, if she could control her attitude, and if she could learn to pull that trigger when necessary, she’d be gold. Or in her case diamonds.

“You wanna be a champion, but don’t know when to stop running your mouth?” Randy talked over Pearce, he watched the interaction between the superstars, and now the wheels were turning in his head. He finally had a perfect idea, it was temporary, but it would keep everyone busy till he figured out the alternative.

“Who do you think you are, my Daddy?” Her face scrunched up in disgust, but she liked the attention. Her and Randy didn’t cross paths often, even when they were in the same vicinity, he opted to ignore her. It bruised her ego that out of everyone she got along with, he acted like she wasn’t worth his time.

Randy smirked in response. He looked her up and down, her revealing outfits, and over zealous confidence is what caught his eye when she first got signed. In a way, she reminded him of a younger version of himself. He let out a condescending chuckle, and as badly as he wanted to let his intrusive thoughts take over, he tried to remain professional. “It seems to me like you sure could use the guidance of a veteran, Hot Girl, Maivs Pete.” He said her name mockingly, and she’s not sure what bothered her more, the fact that he thought that she needed his help, or that she was turned on by his innuendo. They stared each other down, neither one of them refusing to break, till Adam Pearce clapped his hands together.

[lillaberry]

Rip Megan Kane you would’ve loved Lana del Rey

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hi, babe! Can I please request something with soft dark!Jennifer where she and reader are not official (although madly in love) and get distant, until Jennifer sees her with someone else and is like "not on my watch 🤨"? Reader loves her too but she's an insecure bean and thinks Jennifer is out of her league, hence why she goes after other people. 💕💕

hi baby! I hope you like it! thank you for requesting this!

summary - jennifer doesn't like others touching what's hers.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

Jennifer was seething. How dare you smile at someone who wasn’t her. How dare you let this person touch you. You were hers. Was this why you haven’t spoken to her in so long? Because you were too caught up in someone else? You had been ignoring her recently, becoming more distant even though you both had confessed your love for each other. She rolled her eyes. She knew she should’ve made it official with you. Of course, your pretty little head couldn’t understand you were hers, even without the dumb title.

She made her way over, her hips swaying with each step. Your head turned in her direction at the sound of her heels clicking. She smirked when your eyes widened, mouthing ‘hey baby’ before she appeared before you, eyeing the person who dared to be in your presence. “Hi, sugar. Who’s your friend?” Your eyes fall to her lips as they fall into a deadly smile, feeling yourself become putty at how gorgeous she is. 

“U–um… This is…” Your mouth opens and closes, slowly blinking as you become lost in her eyes. Your heart nearly pounds out of your chest, forgetting about the person next to you until they clear their throat, awkwardly saying their goodbye’s before quickly rushing off.

She leans forward, cupping your chin in her perfectly manicured hand and stares into your eyes. “Whatcha doing with them, baby? Don’t you know your mine?” Her eyes flicker between yours and your plump lips, “Hmm?” She pouts before smirking. “I’ve been worried, my little sugarplum. You’ve been avoiding me.” You blink more, staring into her pretty eyes. Jennifer’s thumb strokes your cheek. “Answer me, baby.” 

“I–uh…” You gulp, feeling your heart race as you smell her sweet vanilla scent and the cherry lollipop she had recently been sucking on, wishing you could taste it from her tongue. “W–why do you care so much… It’s not like I’m your type. I’m just… Me.” You pout, shivering as she glares down at you. 

She pouts, her hand moving down to grip your throat softly. “Why wouldn’t I care, baby? Don’t you realise how much I care for you? You’re so sweet and pretty and all mine.” She whispers, leaning closer and pressing a sweet kiss on your plump, pouted lips. “Always taste like strawberries.” She hums, licking her lips. 

You whimper, leaning into her touch as your eyes begin to flutter. “B–but you’re out of my league….” 

Jennifer giggles, her other hand coming down and resting on your hip. “No, I’m not, baby girl. We’re in the same league. The prettiest of the bunch.” Her hand returns to cupping your cheek, nodding your head along with hers. “Yes, we are, baby. So pretty and soft. I love you so much.” 

You whine. “I love you too.” 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[sml8180]

Phoenix has a new mission following their recovery after Operation: KBOOM; Zor has yet another plan to take over the world, and it's their job -as usual- to stop it. Along the way, they encounter a number of familiar faces from two very different times in their life.

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Friendly reminder that comments and reblogs fuel me to continue writing!

>This chapter turned out to be a fairly plot-dense, 12 page beast. I'm very pleased with the final result, and hope you folks enjoy it! There's some familiar faces and some new ones coming into the mix in this one!

[reddragoon2691]

The opening arc of The Uncanny Mutants is completed!

The thrilling & action-packed conclusion of the first arc is here! Witness Surge, Mercury & Pixie escort their latest client, Armor, through the dangers of the Krakoan nightlife to save a lost Dust while uncovering the first clues to a much larger secret.

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58519939/chapters/151129105#workskin

FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14387082/1/Uncanny-Mutants

[amethystarachnid]

ADELAIDE ROGERS — Wattpad fanfic

!! Poll at the end of the post !!

I was planning my Bucky x fem!OC fanfic and I want the OC to be Steve’s granddaughter (coming from another timeline, but it’ll make more sense once I actually write it I promise).

Anyway, I can’t decide who I want to “cast” as Adelaide Rogers (Steve’s granddaughter).

Here are the candidates: Margot Robbie and Megan Fox.

Since I can’t decide I’ll let you pick! I even prepared two mood boards with Adelaide’s aesthetic so you can decide which one of the two fits better!

Megan Fox as Adelaide Rogers

Margot Robbie as Adelaide Rogers

Poll starts on: 29 July

Poll ends in: 24 hours since post