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Hiiii would you write for girl in red?
yes I would, but I'd have to do some research! send me an ask and I'll see what I can do :)
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"Alex or Lynn one with angst, whatever you feel like writing, i just NEED angst. 😂 i’m glad you are back by the way. ❤️"
Of course you certainly can. And thank you! Lynn it is. But there is most definitely an Alex imagine coming soon!
Here you were.
Just a girl from a small town, with your friend, Lynn, from an even smaller town, traveling around the world with her larger than life band. It was quite ironic and overwhelming all at the same time, considering neither of you thought the band would have exploded quite like it did.
You see, when you had met Lynn a couple of years ago, her band was just starting off. They played small shows here and there and practiced every other day but it wasn't until they got swept up by a producer that you noticed their fan base growing and growing. You couldn't be prouder of them and knowing Lynn on a much deeper level than the fans held a special place in your heart. Her bandmates Alex and Brian were quite the charmers too.
The only thing was, both of them joked about you and Lynn being the perfect couple almost every day, and it was fine.. except it seemed to make her uncomfortable and then things got awkward... To be honest, you definitely had feelings for her.. At least you used to. You squashed them down a long time ago when you realised that nothing would ever happen, and so you continued on like always.
This year PVRIS were beginning their first tour of AWKOHAWNOH and surprisingly had invited you along for the journey. Your day job was almost completely online, so it didn't seem like that bad of an idea. After a ton of thinking (and overthinking), you wearily agreed. Yet, the look of pure happiness on Lynn's face when you told her you were going to go with them was enough and you knew you had made the right decision.
Rehearsals were tough for you though. PVRIS were always busy, with interviews and promos, you didn't realise they'd never have a second to spare. Still, you had no complaints, it was great to see the behind the scenes of it all and you really didn't want to make everything about you when this was their big break.. It's just that, being at practice as your friend's plus one and not having the appropriate skills to properly help out meant that your days were often boring and lonely. At the very beginning you quickly learnt your lesson that even if you did try to help, you were often in the way, (and that just frustrated the people higher up).
You think that's why when the supporting band arrived at the first venue for tour, you had moulded so perfectly into their group of four. You could talk to them as if you had known them for years, it was really crazy and such a breath of fresh air. The band LOUD included Luke, Matthew, Jake, and Jackson, (the twins). The music they produced wasn't typical to what you would listen to, it was a bit more on the pop side, however, that didn't mean you didn't enjoy it. Plus, you just vibed really well with the group, sharing similar interests, likes and dislikes, there was a connection there for sure, a genuine friendship.
Considering the supporting band had a lot more time off than PVRIS you were constantly surrounded by them. Specifically Matthew. It was a complete coincidence that you found out he had grown up really close to home and it was super nice to talk to him about his experiences, he was funny and attractive. No wonder you two were basically attached at the hip. Understandably it was refreshing having someone pay you that much attention.. and you meant that in the least self-absorbed way possible.
Seeing as their rehearsal periods were only an hour, the boys would take you exploring for the rest of the day. It got you out of the quiet and cramped tour bus so you were beyond thankful for that. One of the downsides of this though was that you'd only see your friends at night when you came back from a day of traveling around the city. You were usually too exhausted to stay up late but sometimes you'd chill on the couch and tell Alex and Brian stories about which member of LOUD could eat the most food (and not throw up) or how many times you could get lost in the same town. The nights often ended with all of you curled up in laughter and you think they'd definitely get along well together. You appreciated these nights but honestly, the more time you spent on that stupid tour bus, the more time you spent regretting your decision, purely because it was putting such a strain on your relationship with Lynn. Where even was she?
You were supposed to be best friends and now you'd be lucky if you caught eye contact with her. She was always so.. disconnected. You tried to fit in things to do with her on the short time she had off, but it was never enough to sit down and actually talk, especially without being interrupted by the crew. You knew it wasn't her fault and you knew for a fact tour would be rough, but in the back of your mind, you had an inkling that she might've been doing it on purpose? You know, being out of the room when you came back for the night or constantly having things to do. All of it just felt off. but you put it to the back of your mind because she'd never do that, right? -- Today, LOUD had invited you to breakfast in a diner not too far away from the venue. PVRIS had morning rehearsals and then the day off, whereas LOUD had the morning off and then rehearsals for most of the day. It sucked but you knew you could get through one day without them. Plus, you were actually kind of glad it had worked out this way. Maybe you would get some time with Lynn, Brian, and Alex and actually be able to enjoy it.
"Am I going to have to throw my plate of pancakes at you to get your attention Y/N? You've been staring at your juice for the past five minutes." Luke snorted, finding the moment entirely way too funny for this hour of the morning and in turn breaking you from your thoughts with his loud and obnoxious laugh.
"Remind me of how many cups of coffee you've had already Luke? And why I allowed you guys to drag me out of bed this early?" You groaned, snuggling your head into Matthew's shoulder.
You needed to make a mental note of that.
"Hey! I swear this is only my second cup, I'm just really pumped for the show tonight!" He cheered, his voice increasing in volume with each passing word.
"Shhh you're being way too loud Luke, quit it already." You mumbled, your voice muffled yet still at a much quieter level than his, "I'm right on this, aren't I, Matt?"
Instead of a reply, you were met with his fingers tickling both your sides and a loud gasp left your mouth. You were beyond ticklish and you were trapped on the inside of the booth.
But, one hard kick to the shin did the job and got him to stop.
"Ouchh Y/N, I thought you loved spending time with us?" He moaned, clutching his leg like the baby he was.
You laughed, "Not when you pull crap like that, I mean, was that really a necessary wake up call? I swear I'll get you back."
You stuck your tongue out, acting equally as childish.
Jackson giggled, "Wasn't that punishment enough?" He questioned, a round of 'yeahs' coming from the table.
"Nope. Just you wait." You smirked, finishing off the rest of your food. Matt gulped, "Harsh"
"I hate to interrupt whatever this is, but come on, we better get back. Rehearsals start in ten minutes," Jake advised, nodding to the rest of the group as you all got up and paid.
It didn't take long to get back to the venue, and you found yourselves easily splitting into two's and three's. Luke, Jake, and Jackson had gone backstage to set up their instruments, whereas Matt had offered to walk you back to your bus. An offer you had enthusiastically accepted.
"I guess this is you?" He whispered, opening up the tour bus door once you got there. "You guessed correctly." You countered, leaning against the side of the bus. He let out a deep breath before looking up at you, staring into your eyes.
"I really enjoyed this morning you know.." He began.
"Yeah?" You questioned slowly, dipping your toes into where this conversation was going.
"Yeah.. I'd love to do it again sometime, maybe, just the two of us?"
You smiled wildly, "That sounds like a really good plan Matt, I'll see you later?"
He returned a smile just as bright as yours before turning and running to the stage door, "Definitely, See ya Y/N."
You climbed up the stairs of the bus with a small grin still present on your face. The door shutting behind you.
"That sounded serious." A voice said, seemingly out of nowhere.
You looked up and saw Lynn lying beside the window on her laptop, her eyes staying put on the screen.
"Crap Lynn you scared me, I forgot you'd be back here." You laughed, easing into the awkward tension that seemed to be quickly engulfing you.
"Bet you did." She sighed, closing her laptop and moving to get up.
"What's that supposed to mean?" You challenged, confusion visible on your face.
"Nothing, just forget I said anything," She mumbled, walking right past you to the kitchen area.
"No, I want to know Lynn, what's up? Have I done something?" You asked again, following her movements.
"Didn't I tell you to drop it?"
You frowned, "I can't when you're pissed off at me for no reason."
"No reason? Good one Y/N." She scoffed, walking back to the seat she was first sitting on, this time with a drink in her hand.
You couldn't understand what had gotten her so riled up and it was starting to annoy you.
"Obviously something's up, go on, spit it out, Lynn. What's your problem?"
"You really wanna know?" She said, her harsh tone evident.
You rolled your eyes, "Go for it."
"My problem is that lately you're barely seen around this place. My problem is that you don't even care that we're all still here, doing our damn jobs. You've been too busy getting real close with those boys from LOUD, and now you're what, seeing one of them? You only come back here to brag about what a great time you're having out there without us. How do you think that makes me feel? You were supposed to come on this tour as my friend Y/N, not the supporting band's sidepiece" She argued, her jaw clenched.
Now that was uncalled for.
"Seriously Lynn? How dare you? A sidepiece, really? The reason why I started hanging out with LOUD in the first place is because YOU had no time for me, zero. I tried to fit myself into your schedule and you were having none of it. The boys in the supporting band you like to speak so badly of? Yeah? They're my friends. You go to rehearsals every single day for hours and I'm stuck here on this bus doing nothing, but they took me in and gave me something to do. Except now you're telling me I'm somehow expected to sit here and wait for you to get back? Do you seriously expect me to do that Lynn?" You yelled back, pacing back and forth in the small amount of space you could.
She stepped even closer to you, anger evident in her eyes, "You wanna know why they took you in Y/N? Huh? Why they bring you on trips and take you to breakfast? They do it because they're all chasing after you like the dumbstruck little boys they are and you just soak in the attention they give you as if it will never be enough. How does it feel Y/N? When this tour is over you'll be thrown out like the rest of them."
"They are my friends." You repeated, enunciating every word.
This time she stepped right up to your face, "And you're telling me they wouldn't bang you if they could?"
"Fuck you, Lynn. I don't know what's gotten into you tonight but you can talk to me when you stop being a stuck up little bitch." You snapped.
Your faces were only inches apart.
"Why can't you just find someone who you deserve Y/N?" Lynn said quietly, her demeanor softening immensely.
Her hand reached up to caress your cheek, but you flinched.
She sighed, "I'm sorry.."
And with that, she stepped back.
Instinctively your hand reached out to grip her arm, and you pulled her into you. And then it happened.
Her lips were on yours in a messy and desperate kiss.
It was thrilling and intense and something you had never felt before. Not quite like this. After a couple of minutes, you parted your lips to breathe and at that moment, all was forgiven.
You stared into Lynn's beautiful hazel eyes.
"Bedroom. Now." She whispered.
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In the middle of writing an angsty Lynn Gunn imagine for tomorrow, who’s excited? x
So I suppose an explanation is in order for my random disappearance, eek.
Honestly? I really fell out of my love for writing. I got sick, school work stacked up and boy oh boy the stress that amounted from everything, it really got to me.
So I just had to take a minute to recoup and get everything in order.
But I’m back now, I swear. I’m even catching up on some requests right this minute, (New Requests are more than welcome also!).
So that’s a little bit of a reason and I’m really, really sorry to anyone who expected pieces from me.
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LATB - Flesh II
Ok! here's a good one. i pulled this from the game the last of us (really good zombie game btw). Ok so the reader and lynn are in a run down mall. happy stuff is sprinkled in here and there while exploring. as they continue to explore one of them finds a huge herd of zombies and they both have to fight their way out, they get separated during this. and when they both meet up they find out that they both got bit. ok here's the angsty part. only one of them is immune to the virus. -zombie anonoh! i forgot a part. ok so whoever you decided is a immune doesn't know that they are. after lynn and the reader get bit they decided to wait it out. only one of them turns and the other has to kill them. -zombie anon
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"Y/N, look." Lynn tightened her grip on your hand, the dirt beneath her nails sinking into your skin.
"Oh, shit." You mumbled, scoffing in disbelief as you raked your eyes over the enormous - and surprisingly still somewhat intact - shopping mall.
"Let's go." Lynn ordered, refusing to accept your input when you pointed out the various risks involved with entering a large, beaten up building in the midst of a zombie apocalypse.
"Seriously, Lynn?! Did you not see Dawn of the Dead?" You persisted, laughing humourlessly when you realised referencing a zombie movie felt more like referencing a documentary on your current existence. Lynn rolled her sleeveless black shirt even higher over her shoulder, distracting you a little. Her skin had grown rough, her bones visible beneath her ever growing muscle. It seemed like nothing could take her down. She made you feel like maybe you were going to survive this. Maybe. That being if you didn't enter the mall Lynn was currently smashing her way into.
"What else do you propose we do, Y/N? They're out there, they're everywhere. We need shelter, we need food. We need fucking anything that means we might get to live on this fucking miserable planet just a minute longer." Lynn took another swing at the glass entrance with her wire- covered baseball bat, using her boots to clear the remaining glass before helping you inside. You'd grown accustom to her anger. Neither of you acknowledged it as uncalled for anymore, it was just her. She was leading the way, her anger a tool. Her anger kept her killing. You needed her fury just as much as you needed her limbs. She reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers as if you were just taking a stroll through a regular shopping centre. For a minute, you tricked yourself into thinking you were doing just that. Lynn smiled like she used to when you caught her eyes, watching as she shyly dropped her gaze to the floor as her teeth grew more visible.
"Stop." She giggled, running a hand through her greasy hair. She still looked incredible, no matter how much dirt accumulated on her anatomy. Her roots were almost down to her shoulders, it reminded you of when she was a brunette. When you'd met. You seemed to spend all of your time in the past, trying your best to will it into the present.
"Stop what?" You asked nudging her playfully before capturing her lips.
"Looking at me like that. I love you." She mumbled, taking your bottom lip in between hers. She tasted like sweat, pure. There was nothing coating her, nothing added. She was just as she was, and she tasted like pure, Lynn. If you had to be thankful for something, it would be that. Getting to experience Lynn in her rawest form. As an animal, as a protector. As a human, rather than as your girlfriend. She walked a little in front of you, her bicep flexing with the strain of holding onto you. She looked around every corner, checking twice before she'd let you so much as breathe.
"Looks clear down here." She whispered, walking cautiously as her green eyes remained fixed open. She didn't even blink when you were in this kind of situation. There was an unfamiliar echo from behind you, each of you poised with your weapons as you spun around. You pulled your knife from your waist, reaching for the emergency gun in your back pocket before Lynn's hand stopped you.
"What're you doing?" She hissed, her fingers squeezing your wrist. "I thought there was something there.." You whispered.
"We don't have anything left to reload with. There's only 2 bullets in there, Y/N. Emergencies only. You know what I mean." She said. It was a sobering statement, albeit unspoken. Those bullets were for killing each other. You swallowed your tears, nodding as you shook your hand free of Lynn's.
"Loud and clear, Lynn." You bit, taking the lead for once as you continued on your search for safety. She caught up to you, pinning you against the nearest wall before pushing her lips to yours. She kissed you more passionately than you could ever remember her kissing you before, her hands on your waist as a single tear fell from her cheek.
"If you have to, you have to." She said. You kissed her in response, eventually able to pull away from each other as you kept on your mission. It had been a while, you'd lost track of how to measure time a long while ago, but you were pretty sure you'd covered nearly the whole centre.
"After this floor we've been everywhere." Lynn said, echoing your thoughts.
"Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all, huh?" She joked, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Maybe not." You replied. The creaking elevator you'd been stood on ground to halt, each of you taking a careful step to the ground. You split up, each of you taking a different side. You heard something fall, your heart falling with it. You shot your eyes to Lynn, her body frozen just like yours. Before you could make another move, you saw them. All of them. And there were so fucking many.
"Lynn!" You screamed, reaching for your knife as you took one last glance at your beautiful girlfriend. She didn't miss a beat, swinging the bat above her shoulder as she charged toward them. You ached for her to come back, but there was no time to feel anything. You went into survival mode, a mode you were almost always in. You sliced and kicked and stabbed at the faceless creatures who were once just like you. There were too many. As soon as you knocked one down or removed your knife from their chest another was waiting. You felt rotting hands pull at every inch of your skin, parts of your clothing ripped from your body as you tried to pull away. You somehow made your way to the other side of what seemed a never ending herd of zombies. You killed a few strays before turning around to see the trail of horror left in your wake. Bodies upon bodies, all of them unmoving. You looked for Lynn, but she wasn't close. You could feel her absence. You ran until you reached an exit, a smear of blood on the door handle catching your eye.
"Lynn?!" You yelled, becoming more frantic by the second.
"Y/N." Her voice was weak, it didn't even sound like her at first. She was sat in the corner of a trolley bay, an almost delirious smile on her face.
"Fuck." You whispered, dropping to her aid.
"What's wrong? Did they get you? Are there more?" You rushed through your words while simultaneously searching her for wounds.
"There's no more." She husked, shaking her head as she found your eyes. You sniffed at the liquid falling from your nose, rubbing your eyes as they begun to well.
"Did they fucking get you? They didn't, I can't see anything. I can't see.." Lynn stopped your hands, taking them in her own.
"Shh. Stop." She whispered, leaning forward to kiss your trembling lip. Her hand snaked around your neck before slowing peeling itself off of it again.
"What?" You asked, your blood running cold when you saw the redness seeping into the lines of her palm. You raced your hand to your skin, scoffing when you felt the warmth. You fell down beside her, resting your back against the same wall when you felt the bite marks.
"Maybe it's a scratch." You whispered, dropping your hand as you wiped away the evidence.
"They got you." Lynn said, her tone unreadable. You sucked in the thinning air around you, shaking your head as you went to stand up.
"I'll leave. I'll go somewhere else. I won't turn here. I can't. I'm not letting the fucking zombie version of myself kill you. I'm going." Lynn stopped you, pulling you back down.
"No."
"Why not, Lynn?! It's over. I'm out. We tried. We fucking tried. I love you so much. I'm not doing this."
"They got me too." Lynn laughed, bringing a swollen and oozing bite mark into your view.
"I feel it." She whispered, the colour draining from her face. You felt your heart shatter, your hope explode into a million tiny, fear ridden pieces.
"No." You whispered, stifling a sob.
"Come here, sit with me. We can wait it out together. Zombie us will have so much fun." She joked, her tears silently streaming. You melted into her body, her heartbeat slow against your ear. You waited to feel something, but you didn't know what turning was supposed to feel like. You could feel Lynn changing, the colour of her skin fading. Nothing was happening to you. And something should have happened by now.
"You're not turning." Lynn said, echoing your thoughts as she always did.
"I don't understand what's happening." You panicked, sitting back to look at her. The green in her eyes was now a light shade of black, her veins glowing beneath her sweating skin.
"You're not affected. You're immune. You're gonna be okay." Lynn perked up, laughing as she reached for your hand.
"You're gonna be okay." She repeated, coughing a little in between words.
"No, no. No, Lynn. We have to go somewhere. We can get you help. I can help you." Lynn shushed you, bringing her thumb to your lip. You sobbed as you rested your forehead on hers.
"It's too late. It's okay. I love you. I love you so much. You're okay. You're gonna make it." Lynn was laughing through her tears, shakily stroking your hair her behind your ear.
"I don't want to live without you." You choked.
"I'm always with you." Lynn whispered, kissing you gently. You fell into her for the last time, savouring her taste more than ever before.
"I love you." You cried. Lynn coughed again, a growl like sound ripping through her chest. She leaned in close, then pulled away.
"Run." She husked, her body trembling.
"Y/N, for emergencies.." Her words were disjointed as you slowly backed away.
"No." You bit, moving slowly incase what you knew was happening turned out to be a bad dream. You didn't care if you woke up in the same, hellish world. Just as long as Lynn was alive.
"Emergency..use it. I love.." She turned before your eyes, her neck snapping to look at you. She growled deeply as she stood to her feet. She still looked like Lynn. Her arms were still strong, her legs still long and her eyes still on you. She took slow steps toward you, as if she was still trying to hold herself back. You reached for the gun, shakily aiming it at her chest. You closed your eyes as she lunged for you, popping the trigger. You heard her fall, but you didn't open your eyes to check. You ran away, in the opposite direction. Toward the first herd you could find. You killed them recklessly, letting them sink their teeth into you every now and then. Nothing hurt, nothing changed. Eventually you returned to her body, covering her with a blanket you'd found. You lay with her, pretending that she was asleep.
It was futile without her.
LATB - Flesh
Flesh: ooooooooooo!! reader x lynn zombie apocalypse!!! sorry if this is very vague this is all i could come up with
Three part series for y’all :)
“Did you hear that?” You whispered, your head jolting upward to meet Lynn’s gaze.
“No.” She deadpanned, her eyes fixed to the makeshift spear she was sharpening. You rolled you eyes, sighing as you climb to your feet. You peered out the window, the only sounds were that of the crackling fire Lynn had brought to life earlier that evening. You couldn’t see anything, beginning to think that maybe your mind was playing tricks on you. This new reality you’d found yourself in was built on paranoia - you could never be too careful.
“There’s nobody out there.” Lynn hissed, her tone stinging more than your most recent flesh wound. You weren’t sure there was going to be a part of you left unharmed once this was all over - if this was ever all over. Your fingertips smoothed themselves lightly across your bandaged bicep, your blood the darkest shade of red you’d ever seen it. It wasn’t actively bleeding anymore, thankfully. Yet you weren’t sure who to thank for such a narrow escape. You’d never been religious, but gratitude toward god seemed even more redundant these days. You couldn’t take yourself seriously when you prayed, the only thing that was keeping you from losing yourself entirely was Lynn. And technically, if you wanted someone to thank for the fact that you still had a left arm, it was her.
“I’m just checking.” You said lowly, desperate for the thickness of the air between your bodies to dissolve. You couldn’t afford to be angry with each other. It wasn’t like the old days, freedom was limited and nothing was guaranteed. There might not be another day around the corner to work it all out, to let yourselves live in your emotions and deal with them tomorrow. You needed her now. You grit your teeth as you turned around, wishing you could keep watch forever. It was terrifying to think they could be shuffling closer, even as slow as they were. They’d get to you eventually, they always did. You fists tensed when you thought about desperate you were to rip them all to pieces. You were becoming increasingly violent, but you couldn’t switch it off. Not if you wanted to survive.
“Please don’t do this.” You whispered, kneeling down before Lynn. She kept her eyes ahead. There was dirt covering her cheek bones, spanning all the way down her neck. You couldn’t remember the last time either of you had washed, the smell making you think it had been at least a few weeks. But you didn’t care, because it was Lynn. Her blonde hair was practically black across the top, her regrowth a strange tool for you to gage how long it had been. You brushed a few strands behind her ear, your heart throbbing at the sight of blood there. You wiped at it, Lynn wincing when your thumb brushed over a small wound. It was way too small to have come from them, more likely self inflicted during some kind of fight or weapon manufacturing. She was always building things to fight with, any time you weren’t running.
“You could have died.” She growled, her arms tensing. They were so much bigger now. Everything about her was tougher, grittier. The lack of food and demand for activity was only making you thinner. Lynn’s body was thriving. You swore she was a cavewoman in another life, a joke that she usually giggled profusely at. Somehow you didn’t think that would be her reaction tonight. Thinking about it, you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d heard her laugh.
“I know.” You croaked. Lynn shook her head, pushing you out the way as she stood. You fell back in shock, almost landing your hand in the fire.
“Jesus, Lynn! I’m sorry, okay? But I didn’t know that was going to happen, did I? I didn’t know any of this was going to happen!” You finally snapped, raising your voice above the agreed upon level. Lynn glared at you, her hands in fists. You’d never seen her like this. She punched at the wall, not even flinching when her knuckles impacted the wood.
“I can’t lose you, Y/N! I can’t. I won’t survive that, I don’t want to.” Her chest was heaving, her injured hand dripping blood onto the floor. You walked over to it, cradling her hand in yours as you reached for the medical supplies. You cleaned her wound, dressing it and bringing it to your lips. You kissed it softly over the fresh bandage, the silence between the two of you remaining. Lynn lent forward, resting her head on your shoulder.
“I thought that was it. When I saw the blood, your arm. And I was so damn pissed at you for jumping in front of me. I had him. I would’ve had him. But you had to risk your life for me. Of course you did. You saved me. You saved my life but you nearly lost yours in the process. I can’t let that happen.” Her voice had softened, what felt like tears coating the skin of your bare shoulder. You wrapped her in your arms, letting her sob freely against your chest. You shook with her, your own tears forming. After what felt like hours, you lifted her head with your hands. You held her gently, your palms against her jaw. Her eyes were red and swollen, her skin pink and blotchy. You could smell the salt of her tears, her wrists swiping at her dripping nose. You attached your lips to hers, kissing her passionately until she was all you could feel. For once, your mind switched off. Her hands gripped at your waist, lifting you up onto the broken and creaking counter ledge. She slotted herself in between your legs, still sniffing back her sadness occasionally as her hands carefully roamed across your injured body. You let yours do the same, stopping to run your fingertips across each scar, bruise and graze on her skin. She still managed to feel impossibly soft, a quiet moan leaving her lips when you dragged your teeth across her collar bone. You were so distracted that you ignored the sound of scratching at your temporary home’s front door. There was a part of you so ready to give up. To indulge in one last night with Lynn and to forget about everything else. To stop fighting to live and instead just live. You knew Lynn was thinking the same thing when she pulled back to look at you, the scratching now a full on attack.
“I could die happy with you right now.” You whispered. Lynn nodded, her expression lighting up ever so slightly. She grinned at you, the first real smile she’d shot you in weeks.
“Me too. But I’m not ready to give up on a life with you just yet.” She reached for her favourite baseball bat, the one with crooked nails jabbed throughout it. You sighed, reaching for your own weapon.
“God, me neither.” You said, wondering how you could be so flustered at a time like this.
“Are you ready?” Lynn asked, the door freeing itself from its hinges as the snarling from the other side of it grew louder.
“I love you.” You said, smiling at Lynn’s sparkling eyes. You never let more than a few hours go by without reminding her, just in case.
“I love you.” She parroted, reaching forward to give you one last kiss. She turned around just in time, swinging her bat as it collided with the skull of what looked to be your old high school teacher.
“Oh man, Mr. Plummer?” You whined, watching as Lynn beat his head into the floor.
“Huh?” Lynn questioned, breathless and splattered with blood as she turned around.
“Nothing. Fuck.” You grabbed a knife from beside you, thankful Lynn had left it there earlier. Stabbing it into the neck of a creature you didn’t recognise for once, you kicked it to the ground. Lynn retracted her bat from Mr. Plummer, throwing it over her shoulder and into the head of your newest rival. You had to look away, already at your limit for how many brains you could watch explode for the night. But somehow, you still couldn’t help but notice how good Lynn looked; even when she was murdering an array of drooling zombies.
“What?” She asked when she caught you staring. You shrugged, taking her by the hand and leading her out the door.
“You’re just so hot. All the time. This apocalypse has really brought out the best in you.” You joked, Lynn’s laughter bouncing off the walls.
“Shh.” You warned, still gathering your strength.
“Fuck it. We got this.” She said cockily, swinging her bat menacingly. “You and that damn bat.” You mused.
“What? You can’t say it isn’t effective.” Lynn beamed, nudging your shoulder softly.
“No, you're right. It is really effective.” You caved, Lynn’s lips on your cheek as you burst out into the night, hand in hand.
LATB - Lies II
“Yeah! If you do a part two to Lies, maybe you can try revealing a little more back story and how they got to that point. Like maybe since Lynn is arrested, maybe y/n visits her in prision or y/n interrogates her? Just an idea to get the ideas flowing” “OMG you need to do a part 2 to the assassin one because holy shit it was amazing! Maybe where like Lynn gets out of a jail sentence by using her charm, and obvs goes after the reader again but with like angry smut!?” “If you have time. Is it possible for a "to be continued" on "Lies"? Loved the spy idea, It was really good. Maybe with more aggresive/angry smut perhaps? That shit was hot, like holy shit!”
Back and better than ever x
You checked your possessions at the door, waiting patiently as a guard unlatched a large, barred barrier. You nodded to them, sinking your hands into your pockets as you followed your escorts through the echoing halls. Ignoring stares and the occasional heckling chant, you made your way through the rows of inmates - one in particular catching your attention.
“This is the best you’ve ever looked.” You commented, towering over Lynn as she sat chained to the table below you. She smirked at you, sarcastically tilting her head as her eyes motioned for you to sit down. She looked rough, the wounds you’d inflicted on her skin all coming to life.
“Did you get punched?” You whispered, leaning in close enough that your noses almost met. You smiled widely at her, enjoying every second.
“What’re you doing here, y/n?” Lynn questioned lowly. Her eyes raked over your features, studying you for answers.
“Visiting you, clearly.” You said cheerfully, leaning back as you hooked your right leg over your left. Your boot clinked against the metal of your chair, your smile growing when you noticed Lynn flinch.
“Little jumpy are we, baby?” You purred, loving the way Lynn simultaneously recoiled and moaned at your words.
“What do you want?” She growled, tensing her long arms. She looked ready to flip the table. You sighed, deciding you should probably get what you came for.
“Answers.” You replied, leaning your elbows onto the table. Dropping your knuckles beside Lynn’s, you drew soft, directionless patterns across her skin. She tried to pull away, a soft hiss leaving her lips when she realised she couldn’t. Her hair fell in her face, the shaven sides of her head a little spikier than the last time you’d grazed your fingertips across them.
“It’s my job to kill you, y/n. How’s that for an answer?” She husked, smiling menacingly. It was unnerving, but you’d seen that look before.
“See, that’s really all you ever tell me, Lynn. Why? Who hired you? Clearly we’re working the same job, but why do I need to die? We should be on the same team, right?” You winked at her, watching the goosebumps appear along the side of her neck. They hugged the tendon that look close to popping out from under her skin, the one that always pulsed when she was angry. She shook her head, gritting her teeth before speaking.
“You fucked up, y/n. Yeah, maybe we would be on the same team. If you hadn’t of murdered two innocent people.” She looked utterly pleased with herself, her eyes wide and sparkling as she analysed your reaction. She was loving the show. Your stomach turned, your fist clenching and jolting away from hers.
“You weren’t there.” You mumbled, fighting back your memories.
“That’s where you’re wrong. I saw the whole thing. Your target? She was mine too. But you missed, and I never miss.” Lynn licked her lips, biting down into her skin before laughing. Your mind struggled to put the pieces together, though Lynn had spelt it out loud and clear. You just didn’t want to listen. Mostly because of the smug ass look on her face that made you want to swing your chair across her cheek.
“Keep breathing, y/n. It’s your turn to divulge.” She continued, the bruise surrounding her eye stretching so much that the cut in the middle of it split. She was grinning so hard that she’d drawn blood. It was slightly terrifying - yet slightly mesmerising. The small stream of red trickled down past her jaw, dripping onto the table.
“You slept with the enemy. And I don’t mean me.” You offered simply, being sure to get in a remark about Lynn’s tendency to break the rules.
“You’re after me because I slept with someone?” She asked incredulously, clearing not buying your assignment. You shook your head softly, standing up slowly.
“While you were busy fucking your target, her counterpart raided our base. She was using you and you fell for it. You’re also responsible for the deaths of five people because you couldn’t keep it in your pants. So now, I have to kill you. Make sense?” You didn’t wait for a response, you instead kicked the table so that it connected with Lynn’s ribs, playing it off as an accident before striding to the exit. You’d been planning to post her bail, or even explain her charges away with the flash of your badge. But she’d pissed you off way too much for you to set her free. Just because you loved the chase didn’t mean you didn’t want to see her suffer. It was becoming clear now, both of you couldn’t come out of this alive, Lynn never wanted to spare your life anyway. It was a game, one that you really couldn’t risk losing. As soon as the air hit your lungs you decided - next time you had Lynn in your grasp, you were going to pull the trigger.
You’d barely even entered your apartment before your skull was connecting with the wall behind you, your oxygen cut off by a hand around your neck. You mused on the fact that Lynn really needed to get some new moves before bending her arm so far the wrong way that she was forced to let go. You coughed violently, nursing your inflamed throat with your fingertips. Lynn stood back, straightening out her black buttoned shirt. She was smiling brightly, her eyes dark in contrast.
“What did you do, seduce the guard?” You mocked, intentionally bumping your shoulder into hers as you passed her without making eye contact. Lynn laughed a raspy chuckle, one that made your knees weak.
“Yeah, actually.” She said lowly, turning around to watch you tauntingly clean your knife. You scoffed, pushing the tip into the pad of your thumb when you noticed Lynn staring.
“That and the fact that a professional such as yourself came to visit me - I told them you were my boss. You left this behind, by the way.” She produced your identification badge, throwing it like a frisbee toward your chest. You caught it, tucking it into your back pocket.
“That’s how you got in here.” You weren’t asking, you were confirming. You’d been sloppy, Lynn taking full advantage.
“Sure is.” She whispered, taking a few steps closer.
“What now?” You asked, locking your eyes to hers. Her eyebrows were dark, black almost. There was a slice through one of them, a wound that looked like it probably required stitches. She stalked her way behind you, your hand clasping the handle of your weapon as it rested in front of you. Careful not to act prematurely, you let Lynn slide her hands over your hips, tugging your ass into her pelvis. She glided her touch up your sides, grabbing at your waste before continuing past your ribs and toward your chest. You felt her press a kiss to the back of your neck as she began to roughly palm your breasts. You could feel her breath everywhere, her body pressed firmly against yours as she pushed you further into the kitchen bench. She bit down on your shoulder, moving the material of your shirt to the side so her teeth connected with your bare skin. You were distracted by the sting, but not enough to not notice the pressing of a gun to your lower back. Rolling your eyes, you moaned both in pleasure and exasperation. This was textbook Lynn, you’d expected her every move down to the touches she was currently applying to your hip. Next, she’d speak.
“I wouldn’t move if I was you, baby.” You laughed, partially at your ability to read Lynn so expertly and partially because of course you were going to move. You moved faster than you had since the last time you’d been in this position with Lynn, knocking her gun to the ground with the bottom of your palm before kicking it under the table. In the same motion, you turned around completely. Grabbing a fistful of Lynn’s unwashed hair you brought your knife to her neck. You pressed it against her skin, tilting so that you had the perfect angle. She laughed breathlessly, raising her hands past her shoulders.
“Fine, you win. I was just playing, y/n.” She lied through her teeth, allowing you to back her up against the high climbing wall behind her.
“Yeah?” You asked, pushing her body back as much as possible without accidentally slicing her throat open.
“Yeah.” She whispered, her eyes glistening with need. In an instant you threw the knife to the side, hoisting Lynn up onto the sink beside her as you slot yourself in between her legs. She wrapped them around you, smirking sexily as she watched you rip open her shirt. Your hands immediately flew to her chest, not bothering to be gentle. You knew she never wanted the softness of your touch, she wanted to feel it. She wanted to really feel it. She groaned when you dragged your nails down her stomach, following them with your tongue. Her hands snaked through your hair, pulling random fistfuls in different directions as you made your way down in between her legs. You popped open the button of her jeans, sliding them down and off of her long legs. Her boots dropped to the floor beside you, reminding you of how vulnerable she was right now. You paused, taking in your upper hand. Lynn gazed at you, giving you a look that told you she knew exactly what you were thinking. It felt wrong to take her out like this. It felt wrong not to at least taste her first. Lynn cocked an eyebrow, her hands on your waist as she subtly pulled you back in. You dropped to your knees, trailing your hands along the hairs on her bare thighs. She lent back, watching you intensely as you lent forward to taste her over her underwear. She moaned in what sounded like relief, her hand finding yours as it rested on her stomach. She interlaced your fingers, a move you for once didn’t see coming. It took you so off guard that you stopped. Lynn sent her eyes your way, her lips parted as she lightly urged her hips to where you sat.
“Fuck it.” You whispered, pulling her underwear to the side as you replaced it with your tongue. Lynn’s moans grew louder, her grip on your fingers so tight you were starting to lose feeling. It comforted you that she was still inflicting pain, even in her softer moments. You trailed a hand up the inside of her thigh, thrusting two fingers into her core without warning. You kept your tongue moving, addicted to the taste. Lynn was shaking, clenching around your fingers and encouraging you to watch her. Pulling yourself away, you attached your dripping lips to hers instead. You kept your hand moving, fucking her at a gruelling pace. Her tongue slid across yours before she bit down into your bottom lip, smirking when she tasted the blood. Her lips were darker when you pulled away, her eyes unfocused yet somehow she still looked ready to take you down at any moment. She pulled your body into hers, gasping when you wrapped your hand around her neck. You let your lips fall beside her ear, making sure you were breathing heavily enough for her to feel it everywhere.
“Doesn’t feel too good, does it?” You breathed, tightening your grip until you heard her struggling to catch a breath. You kept your fingers moving, slowing them only a little. You kept increasing the pressure until you felt Lynn’s body start to soften, releasing her instantly. She coughed, then moaned.
“Y/n..” She groaned, slapping you across the face to get you to look at her. She was a smirking, breathless, sweating and wounded mess. She looked beautiful.
“You’re wrong. It does feel good..” She husked, placing her hand on the side of your jaw so that her thumb was rested at your temple. She traced it down, placing it over your lip before pushing it into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around her skin, flattening your tongue against it in the way you knew would see her come undone. She came with her thumb pressed against your bottom teeth, her eyes rolling back and her back arching as she rode out her orgasm. While her eyes were closed, you collected her gun. She opened her planets of green to the sound of you cocking the trigger. She laughed breathlessly. She seemed completely unfazed.
“You know this has to happen.” You said lowly, residing yourself to the fact that it was over. Lynn shook her head, slowly climbing down onto her feet. You kept the gun aimed at her head, your eyes falling to the flush of her chest.
“Maybe, but are you sure you want to kill me before I make you cum so hard, you don’t remember why you’re holding that gun in the first place?” She drawled, her voice thick with arousal and post orgasmic haze. You smiled when you saw her motioning for you to come closer, her confidence too much for you to fight.
“If you don’t make me feel good, like really good, I’m gonna make it hurt.” You whispered, discarding of her gun before letting her lead you to your bedroom.
“Don’t tempt me.” Lynn purred, throwing your body onto the mattress before throwing her own body on top.
“I can’t wait to kill you.” You groaned, Lynn’s lips ghosting over your nipples. She laughed, digging her nails into your hips.
LATB - Lies
“I read that anon’s request about a murderous Lynn and I got an idea that can be different enough from the psychopath one. It’s a little out there so prepare yourself. Both y/n and Lynn are private assassin’s and they are each other’s target and it’s just a game of cat and mouse. I’m picturing y/n having Lynn in a head lock with a knife to her neck with a devious smile on her face. How you work romance or something in it is your choice”
~ So where are you? It’s been a little while,,
Your keys rolled out of your palm, colliding with the counter a little louder than you would have liked. You winced, holding your breath as you momentarily closed your eyes. You didn’t hear anything, but forced yourself to wait a few extra seconds before you began to move again. You placed the heel of your right boot to the ground, slowly placing the rest of your shoe down until your toes tensed. Your journey into the house continued the same way, minimising the sound of your footsteps almost completely. Considering taking them off entirely, you paused to access your choices. It was in that moment you heard something, however faint. It could have come from next door, it was so unintelligible that you questioned whether or not you’d heard anything at all. Despite your doubts, you still sensed something. Someone, to be exact. You reached for your knife, wrapping your fingers around it as you pulled it into your palm. Before you could slide it from your back pocket, your oxygen supply was disrupted. You smelt her before you saw her - she was all you could smell now. Lynn’s bicep tensed, cutting off your air even more as she pulled your head down to her hips. She locked you there, the shine of her knife soon sparkling from below your chin. She pressed it to your neck, grinning as you pulled at her forearm. She released you a little, just enough so that you didn’t pass out.
“Hey, baby.” She cooed, her voice low and gravelly. She sounded husky, like maybe she was sick. Like maybe this wasn’t the first time she’d ended up in this position today.
“Lynn.” You greeted her warningly, holding back until you figured out what her next move was. Her blonde hair fell across your face, some strands sticking to your lips with others tickling the back of your neck.
“You know I don’t want to kill you, Y/N. I really don’t. You do so much for me. You do so much to me.” She purred, suddenly slamming you against the nearest wall. She kicked a chair out of the way, swiftly wrapping her hand around your neck as she seamlessly took your knife from your body. She threw it behind her, smirking as it clattered to the ground. Your head was spinning, the blood in your skull confused about which way to turn. She applied more pressure, so much so that you felt your head close to exploding. Your hands unconsciously travelled to where her hand was, gripping at her strained knuckles as your vision began to blur.
“You’re killing me.” You choked. You just wanted her to be aware, since you were positive this wasn’t the way she wanted to see you go down. She cocked her head, staring at you questioningly.
“Really?” She asked lowly. You tried to nod, but your eyes were resisting the urge to roll back into your head.
“Okay.” Lynn sighed, removing her hand completely. You coughed and choked, violently heaving as you kept yourself steadied by way of the dining table in front of you. You needed to sit, the chair Lynn had kicked aside the closest thing to you.
“You’re losing it, Y/N. One little choke hold and you need a time out?” Lynn tutted for show, twisting her knife against the pad of her index finger. She paced around the kitchen, occasionally catching your gaze. For the most part she acted like you weren’t there at all. She was completely consumed with herself, and with scoping out whoever’s modern apartment you’d found yourselves in.
“Who lives here, do you know? Of course you know. Where’d you get the keys?” She questioned you whilst rummaging through cupboards.
“I don’t know.” You lied, still nursing your throbbing throat.
the Jess imagine was perfect <3 thank you so much for writing. hope you are doing well xx
Thank you!! I honestly didn’t know a lot about her so I thought writing the character would be a bit iffy x I’m holding up great, hbu?
Cuffed
"could you write some Jess Bowen smut? go where you want with it, just make it a bit kinky (if you're comfortable writing it). thanks! xx"//"Jess on top please. Make it rough and handcuffs maybe?"
Jumping right into this one, worth the wait I hope!
"You've been a bad girl lately, Y/N" Jess husked, her fingers drawing patterns down your shoulder as she delicately stepped around you. You shivered against her touch, your head involuntarily leaning back as a small moan escaped your mouth. All you could do was hum in response, your eyes fluttering closed.
"-And a bad girl like you needs to be punished, right baby?" She continued, her fingers unbuttoning your shirt and gliding against your stomach. You instantly tensed your muscles, shaking your shirt from your body with the help of your girlfriend. "That wasn't a rhetorical question Y/N." Jess growled her teeth biting harshly on the skin of your neck.
"Y-Yes.." You whimpered.
She peppered kisses down your neck, flattening her tongue over your fresh bite mark before continuing to your collarbone. She hooked her fingers into the belt loops of your jeans, pulling you impossibly closer. She reached around to unclip your bra, freeing your boobs and hard nipples. Her lips turned upwards into a smirk, her hands cupping them immediately. "Mhmm," She purred, as you gave her access to your body. You reached out to touch her, your hand landing on the small of her back but she leapt away from you almost instantly, "tut tut Y/N, you should know better than that.." You let your arms drop to your sides once more, a small frown on your face.
"Good girl." Jess replied, her grip now tight on your waist. She pressed a quick kiss to your lips, your frown turning back into a smile, she had you wrapped around her finger. She turned her attention back to your boobs, playing with them roughly, her thumbs pinching and flicking your nipples.
She started moving again. Although her footsteps stopped almost instantly, her presence was noticeably behind you. You couldn't take the relentless teasing, you needed something more. You edged your ass backwards into her hips, her hand coming down and swatting it harshly.
"Ouch." You yelped.
"Oh Y/N, I'm just getting started." She whispered into your ear, her hot breath hitting your neck. "But first.." She started, her hands sliding there way down your shoulders then your arms again, pulling them behind your back, "Somebody is getting a bit too handsy for my liking" Her words were slow and silky as they fell from her lips.
You heard a bit of rustling before she clicked something onto you. It took you a few seconds to realise what they were, the handcuffs tight around your wrists. You tried to wriggle out of them but Jess had you under her control. "That's much better" She said, she was beyond pleased with herself.
Suddenly, she closed the door of the bedroom, shoving you up against it with force. Her hand wrapped around your throat and choked you slightly. "You have no idea how turned on I am right now.." You mumbled, stifling a moan as her grip only got tighter. "No more talking Y/N, all I wanna hear is my name coming from your lips, okay?" Jess grunted. You tried your best to nod, letting out a quiet, "yes" once her grasp loosened slightly. Her other hand slid down your back and gripped your sore ass, kneading it lightly. You arched your back in order to get closer to her, forgetting that your hands were stuck together. She traced the outline of your jaw, pressing her thumb to your lip. They parted with a pop as she entered your mouth with her tongue, dominantly. She grabbed you by the back of the neck, turning you around and continuing to kiss you messily. Her fingers clawed their way down your chest, pushing you until your legs hit the edge of your bed. She threw you roughly down onto it, an all familiar smirk appearing on her face yet again. You held yourself up on your elbows, watching as her eyes turned darker.
She strode to the end of the bed, ripping your jeans off of you in one swift motion. She slotted herself in between your legs, spreading them with her knee. One hand hooked under the waistband of your underwear, the other toyed with your clit, teasingly. "Oh wow baby," Jess basically moaned, "Who made you this wet?" She grinned knowingly. She pressed one finger against your slit, dragging it all the way from your entrance to your clit. You writhed beneath her, groaning in pleasure. "y..you" You squeaked out. She gripped your hair, yanking your head backwards to allow her access to your neck. "Say it louder" She husked. "You do baby" You breathed out. You tried to edge yourself closer, rolling your head back and moaning loudly every time she would pinch at your skin. You bucked your hips as she slid your underwear down your legs. She was sucking and biting everywhere she could, all tongue and teeth. Your thighs were going to be sore tomorrow.
You gasped audibly when she pushed two fingers deeply into your centre. You were extremely tight. She rammed her two fingers inside of you hard and fast, giving you no time to adjust. You rolled your hips in time with her thrusts, squirming relentlessly beneath her, trying to free yourself of the cuffs. You wanted to touch her, feel her, anything. She pressed her opposite hand on your stomach to keep you down while she crawled above you, her thrusting not once slowing. Her hand gripped around your neck as she began to choke you roughly, her thumb circling your clit. "Are you gonna cum for me Y/N?" She coaxed. Your groans and moans getting intense. Your orgasm was at its peak, Jess allowing you to ride out your high. You came hard, your insides clenching around Jess' fingers, it only being intensified by your cuffed wrists. Your breathing was jagged and your body tired as she pressed her forehead against yours.
"Wow" She blurted out.
"That was incredible.." You agreed.
She pulled the key out of her pocket and unlocked the handcuffs, bringing your wrists up to her lips as she pecked your bruises lightly.
"And fast" She giggled, leaning up to kiss you on the lips, softer this time, passionately.
Your cheeks went bright red as you huffed out, cuddling into her side, "What can I say, you're just that good baby"
Where can I fine the master list?!
You can find it by searching 'masterlist' on my page! Should be the same for mobile and desktop x
Ooh I love Perfect! Keep up the great work!
Thank you!! I had an unexpected trip and then schoolwork piled up, so hopefully I’ll have some new stuff out in the next few days xo
Just updated the masterlist! Hope you guys enjoy xo