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anonymous asked:

*repeatedly slams hands on table* BARRY KISSES BARRY KISSES BARRY KISSES

LET ME THROW A FEW HEADCANONS UR WAY

Originally posted by wallmanhere


  • First kiss(es).
    • Barry stuttering until the moment your lips press against his.
    • A lot of saliva for the first few seconds until he pulls away and dive in for a deeper, and harder kiss.
    • Awkward. He’s not sure where to put his hands.
      • Opts to put them on your shoulders.(And then your waist).
      • Cupping his jawline and tracing his skin slowly under your fingers.
  • Really fast kisses.
    • Barry giving you quick pecks as he walks by at a fast pace.
    • Barry using fast kisses to silence you.
      • Really fast kisses to your cheek, especially when he’s excited.
      • Barry really likes fast kisses.
  • Equally as slow kisses.
    • Loves how passionate and warm they are.
    • Barry holding your cheeks in his hand and stroking your face gently as he kisses you slowly.
    • Struggles to keep the pace, because he naturally wants to move faster.
    • Diving your fingers into his hair.
  • kisses on your fingertips, shoulders, neck, etc.
    • Barry likes to press hot kisses against your fingertips, especially while sitting around and watching TV. He’ll just grab your hand and start idly placing kisses onto your fingers.
      • Kisses on your shoulders are more rare, but do happen every once and a while. Usually, when he’s half awake and trying to wake up in the morning.
        • Kisses on the neck are pretty self-explanatory. Usually happens after a heavy make-out session, during sex, or when he’s just feeling playful.

im-a-cult-classic  asked:

Hi, can I please get some J. Daniel Atlas dating would include/kissing would be like headcanons? If you could, I'd be eternally grateful⭐️

YESSSSSS I’M NOT SCREAMIGN YOURE SCREAMING ENJOY.

Dating J. Daniel Atlas Would Include

  • Danny insisting on doing things with you, if they seem dangerous. 
    • Won’t admit straightforward that he’s afraid of something happening to you.
      • But that is the case.
      • And he’s persistent.
        • If he doesn’t go with you, he’ll stay up until you’re home and safe.
  • Being really good friends with the rest of the Horsemen.
    • Merritt teases a lot. Makes suggestions.
      • Jack’s been teaching you how to imitate other people’s voices. You want to be able to do Danny’s voice.
      • Henley keeps an eye(haha pun) out on your relationship with Danny because she knows how he is, and she doesn’t want to see you hurt.
        • They’ve basically become your family.
  • Danny being very insecure about his relationship with you.
    • He’s never seen himself as charming, and most people only think the perceiving nature of his Magic is the most attractive quality he has.
      • This contradicts against his cocky nature. He knows he smart, and thus, he uses that against people rather than attractive appearance.
    • He’d never admit that he’s insecure, but he does lash out in ways that make you second guess.
      • Especially when you hang out with Jack, and he suspects Jack of flirting with you.
    • Very solemn when you ask him what’s up. Danny isn’t one for talking out his feelings, and never has been.
    • You can usually ask Merritt for help though. He’s exceptional at reading people, especially Danny.

  • Either really slow kisses or really fast kisses.
    • Danny prefers fast kisses.
    • Like, when you decide to chatter at moments where it’s not needed. BOOP! He’ll give you a little kiss to shush you.
    • Vice versa. if you need to shush him, you use kisses.
    • Really slow kisses usually in the morning or before he leaves to do another show.
      • Cupping his cheeks and smiling against his lips.
    • Kisses on the knuckles when he sees you after doing a show.
    • A lot of kisses on the fingertips and forehead.
  • Danny wondering where all his dress shirts are going off to.
    • You’ve been taking them.
  • Getting used to his cocky nature.
    • Not really.
      • It still gets you flustered sometimes.
  • Intense staring contests from across the room.
    • Usually happens when he catches eyes with you unexpectedly, and tries to hold your gaze for as long as possible.
      • Gives you a his cocky little grin.
  • A lot of pranks, going both ways.
    • His are usually magic tricks.
      • yours are just straight on pranks.
  • Not an absurd amount of PDA.
    • Not a whole lot of lovey dovey sort of stuff, the most he does is hold your hand, maybe a small kiss here or there.
    • Danny isn’t into that, though he does get rather possessive.
      • Hence, if he sees someone looking at you, he’d wrap his arm around A)Your shoulder, or B) your waist and pull you closer with a rather distasteful look towards whom ever was checking you out.
    • You’ve gotten used to it, and you realize that it’s something he’s not necessarily comfortable with.
      • “there’s no need to flaunt something that’s only ours. I know I’m yours and you know you’re mine, why can’t we just leave it at that? People don’t need to see my tongue down your throat all the time.”
  • Danny loves it when you sleep on his chest.
    • Whether it’s while you’re watching TV, or he feels you do it in the middle of the night.
      • Makes him feel secure and loved.
      • He picks up your hand when this happens and just traces your fingers and admires how they fit perfectly with his own.
  • Understanding how important The Eye is to him and supporting him through rough times.
    • Knowing that you can’t go with him everywhere, and understanding that you may not see him for weeks.
    • The best that you can do is support his goals and dreams, and for that, Danny is thankful he has you.
I Win

Originally posted by bringmesomeanarchy

Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman imagine based on Confident by Demi Lovato as requested by @thejulietfarciertlove and imagine number 2 for Music Monday 3. Hope you all enjoy, let me know! This imagine is rated T+


I Win

-XX-

Are you ready?

It’s time for me to take it
I’m the boss right now
Not gonna fake it
Not when you go down
‘Cause this is my game
And you better come to play
I used to hold my freak back
Now I’m letting go
I make my own choice
Bitch, I run this show
So leave the lights on
No, you can’t make me behave

So you say I’m complicated
That I must be outta my mind
But you’ve had me underrated
Rated, rated

What’s wrong with being, what’s wrong with being
What’s wrong with being confident?
What’s wrong with being, what’s wrong with being
What’s wrong with being confident?

-XX-

She knows the name of the game, but more importantly she knows that she came to win, so as she stares at him across the bar she can’t help but smile. He was good. No doubt about it. If he wasn’t, they sure as hell wouldn’t have lasted as long as they have. He kept her on her toes, as she kept him on his, and though they tended to butt heads more often than not, she couldn’t imagine anyone else’s crow on her skin.

He chats up the croweater, and with an upturned eye brow she watches the tight little blonde dip her head towards Happy, whispering something in his ear that has a quick smirk breaking up his usual stoic demeanor.

The crows, for the most part, are harmless. Sure, every once in a while one will get a little too comfortable for her liking and she is quick to put them in their place, but tonight, tonight she’s going to let whatever is going to happen, happen. After all, she has a bet to win.

She ignores the way her hand tightens on the glass in front of her, and when his eyes catch hers she offers a smile and a tip of her glass before turning her attention away.

A couple of fresh faced prospects work busily behind the bar, and with the idea blooming in her mind she sets out to win.

::

He gives the crow eater half of his attention as his eyes are drawn to where she sits. His Ava. She’s wearing his favorite tight jeans, the black shirt she wears cut dangerously low, and licking his lips he knows she’s done it on purpose.

She’s fighting dirty. Just the way he likes it. He licks his lips and tilts his head when she raises her glass in his direction and being sure to keep the smile from forming on his lips he watches her toss back what little was left, before she boosts herself on the barstool, leaning across the bar top.

Her hands snag one of the prospects by his leather, and though he can’t hear what she’s saying, he can imagine the feeling running through the new comers veins as her smoky voice fills his head, because that’s a particular high he hasn’t come down from in years. Her laughter is rich and all but grabs him by the throat as it floats over the music, and he has to clamp down on the flash of jealousy that heats his blood at the sight of Ava pressing her lips close to the man’s ear, drawing a smile from him.

She’s good. She always has been. But he’ll be damned if she wins this one.

-XX-

It’s time to get the chains out
Is your tongue tied up?
'Cause this is my ground
And I’m dangerous
And you can get off
But it’s all about me tonight
So you say I’m complicated
That I must be outta my mind
But you’ve had me underrated
Rated, rated

What’s wrong with being, what’s wrong with being
What’s wrong with being confident?
What’s wrong with being, what’s wrong with being
What’s wrong with being confident?
What’s wrong with being, what’s wrong with being
What’s wrong with being confident?
What’s wrong with being, what’s wrong with being
What’s wrong with being confident?

-XX-

Ava felt her confidence surge when she watched Happy from the dance floor, drawing power from the way his jaw clenched when the prospects arm came around her waist. She was so going to win. On a smirk she turns her attention to the guy she’s dancing with. He’s adorable, and completely flustered from the way the blush creeps up his neck and is blooming in his face. She feels sort of bad for putting him in the middle, but hey, if her old man is going to use some honey blonde in a mini skirt to get under her skin, she’s more than prepared to use whatever tools are at her disposal to return the favor.

The music kicks up into something faster, and sending a look over her shoulder, she stops dancing staring in disbelief as Happy is being led away by the crow eater. Her mouth goes dry as disbelief settles in, and because the anger runs through her so quickly she has to clamp down on it.

“Where you going sweetheart?” the prospect asks grabbing her by the elbow and without a word she lifts her shirt showing off the intricate tattoo that takes up half of her side, and his hand slides away eyes growing wide. “Oh shit.”

She leaves the prospect staring after her, weaving in and out of the crowd of people, and with her heart in her throat she walks down the hall towards Happy’s dorm, and taking a deep breath she pushes open the door. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was expecting to find, as too many thoughts were running through her mind to make any sort of sense, but the last thing she expected to find was Happy, alone, lying on the bed with his arms under his head. His t-shirt rides up just enough to expose his lower belly and because her fingers itch to reach out and touch his skin she shoves them in her pockets.

“I bet I know what you thought you were going to find walking in here,” Happy says his voice rough as he sits up.

“Where is she?” she asks leaning against the door jam.

“Where is who?” he asks feigning confusion and with a frustrated groan he throws her hands in the air.

“Tell me where you’re hiding the blonde and I promise I won’t cause too much damage…” she says and in answer Happy pushes to his feet and crosses to her. He lifts her up, wrapping her legs around his waist before settling back onto the edge of the bed, his hands brushing the hair from her face.

“You really think I’d bring another woman in here?” he asks and when she doesn’t answer right away he growls drawing a giggle from her. “Ava…we’ve been through this shit. You can play all the games you want, make all the bets in the world. I’m not looking for anything from anyone else. I have everything I need, right here.”

“But…”

“No. No buts, Jesus Ava. What is it huh? Where is the confidence I saw out there? Where’d that go? Because let me tell you something, that confidence is fucking sexy,” he asks brushing his lips at her temple.

“I think I left it back on the dancefloor when I saw you walking away with her,” she says bringing her hands up to circle his neck, lowering her lips towards his and when she’s a breath away from kissing him she smiles. “I win.”

“What?” Happy asks perplexed by her words.

“You broke the no touching rule first,” she says laughing when she sees the light of realization fill his eyes. “I win.”

“Son of a bitch,” he groans flopping backwards which just makes her laugh harder.

“You have to say it,” she says her hands snaking under his shirt to stroke his smooth skin. “Come on Happy, a bets a bet…”

“You win,” he groans through clenched teeth, “you always have, you always will. I stand no chance when it comes to competition with you.”

“See that wasn’t so hard was it?” she asks pressing a noisy kiss to his lips.

-XX-

So you say I’m complicated
But you’ve had me underrated

What’s wrong with being, what’s wrong with being
What’s wrong with being confident?
What’s wrong with being, what’s wrong with being
What’s wrong with being confident?
What’s wrong with being, what’s wrong with being
What’s wrong with being confident?
What’s wrong with being, what’s wrong with being
What’s wrong with being confident?

-XX-

For the last couple of days, I’ve been re-watching Totally Spies and MAN I forgot how much I loved this show! ^_^

If anyone remembers, WAY BACK last year when I first started my blog under my VERY FIRST URL of @well-sensei, they would know I used to post Totally Spies reaction pics! =P

And since I’m on Summer Vacation I thought why not watch this cartoon again!? =D I’m in the middle of Season 1! =P

TS 4Eva!!! ^_^

Originally posted by totally-spies-forever

anonymous asked:

Have you gotten any Aubrey stuff?

HAVE I!!!! I collabed a bit with @dana-in-wonderland on some of these, so credit goes out to her for brainstorming headcanons with me! i luv u 

  • Aubrey feeling slightly insecure when he first started working with Booth, thus, leading to him working with Brennan. He considers himself average(Though, his cockiness does surface here and there), and he’s surely not as built as Booth(Though tall, he’s got a smaller build).
    • Has learned to be confident enough to spit out some facts that the group may not know he knew.
    • Will be the bad cop if given motive to be.
      • Makes him feel good.
  • Insecurities will leak into his relationships as well, considering he has never been in a committed on before.
    • Worries about not being enough, and not being there enough for his significant other.
      • Constantly fears that they’re going to leave him because they can’t handle it.
        • Surely thinks they can do better, and tells himself to talk to you about it, but being the way he is, Aubrey keeps pushing the talk further and further because he doesn’t want to lose you.
  • You cooking for him all the time.
    • Especially when you get a phone call from him, telling him he’ll be late from work.
      • You either cook him his favorite things before he gets home, or you bring him takeout at work.
        • He loves it when you bring him food at work, and he praises you for it. Thus, resulting in strange looks fro Booth, who didn’t think Aubrey had it in him to man up enough to ask you out. 
      • Once you leave, telling Aubrey you need to go home to get sleep, Booth just gives him a suggestive look, and Aubrey rubs the back of his head nervously, waiting for a sassy comment to come. 
        “That was nice of her to bring you dinner.”
        “We-Well, yeah… Sh-”
        “Now all you need to do is get laid, and then you’ll have the complete package.”
        Aubrey turns red.
        “C’mon, you can tell me,” Booth continues, “Have you kissed her yet?”
        Aubrey sighs.
        “I’m taking that as a no-”
        Aubrey glares.
        “Ooookay, I won’t ask anymore questions.”
  • Aubrey sitting at his desk, and staring at the background on his phone, which happens to be a selfie of the two of you together.
    • He starts smiling like an silly man.
    • He can feel himself falling more and more in love with you.
    • Booth coming up and raising his eyebrows suggestively which leaves Aubrey flustered and prompts him to get back to work quickly.
  • Aubrey is a stress eater.
    • Meaning he eats when he’s stressed.
    • Mainly junk food.
  • Snores when he sleeps.
    • Especially if he’s on his back.
      • Likes to sprawl out on the bed, either on his back or on his stomach.
  • Loves it when you play with his hair. He’s got naturally thick, and dark hair and having your fingers run through it feels like heaven. Especially after a long day at the office.
  • You wearing his shirts/dress shirts.
    • He really likes this.
      • Lowkey adores it when you send him pictures of yourself via Snapchat wearing them.
        • Not saying he sexts but.
          • The occasional naughty picture has come up.
Ride

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Author’s Note: This is a Herman Kozik imagine based on Hey Pretty by Poe, as requested by the ever lovely @lokis-mayhem and it is also the last Music Monday Imagine for week 3. I hope you all enjoy! This imagine is rated M for Smut. 


Ride

-XX-

Well it’s 3a.m. I’m out here driving again
Through the wicked winding streets of my world
I take a wrong turn break it but I’m too far gone
I’ve got a siren on my tale and that’s not the fine
I’m looking for

I see a stairway so I follow it down
Into the belly of a whale
Where my secrets echo all around
You know me now but to do better than that
You’ve got to follow me
Boy I’m trying to show you where I’m at

Hey pretty
Don’t you want to take a ride with me?
Through my world
Hey pretty
Don’t you want to kick and slide with me
Through my world

-XX-

He couldn’t sleep, which isn’t anything new really. He’s struggled with sleep for years, which is why he’s usually the first to volunteer for the long haul rides, the ones that stretch days and weeks into a blur of motion, but as the club is experiencing a rare quiet moment, he’s left to deal with his insomnia head on. He looks at his phone for what feels like the millionth time, and with a groan of annoyance he realizes that it’s not even ten yet.

He stares up at the sky, and lets his mind wander, but it doesn’t last long when the squeal of tires breaks up the silence and turning his head he sees a car screaming into the parking lot. He’s immediately at attention, ready for whatever is to come, only for the passenger door to fling open and Juice come stumbling out.

“Juice?” Kozik asks and when Juice looks up he laughs stumbling towards him.

“Kozik! There is someone I want you to meet,” Juice’s words are slurred together, as he tumbles into Kozik’s arms and when he holds him at arm’s length he notices the bruises on his face.

“What the hell happened Juicy boy?”

“That was me,” a voice calls from beside them and looking over he sees the woman smiling at him. She’s beautiful, a mass of curls surrounding an intriguing face, and because he’s at a loss as to what to say she goes on. “It was an accident, of course. Your friend had a little too much and got a little too rowdy. Couple of guys picked him for an easy target so I got him out of trouble, but he has a good six inches on me, so I had some, trouble, safely getting him into my car.”

“Is that so?” Kozik asks and in answer Juice laughs and nods his head.

“She’s an angel…” Juice laughs, and Kozik can’t help but wonder what all is swimming in his friend’s system, but he doesn’t have the time to ask as Chibs appears outside and laughing he leads Juice inside.

“An angel huh?” Kozik asks staring down at the girl, and the smile she flashes him is nearly enough to knock him off of his feet.

“Hardly,” she laughs, and offering her hand to him he takes it, studying the rings on all of her fingers. “I’m Angelina.”

“Kozik,” he offers his name just as she’s taking her hand back from him and taking a steady step towards her car, and with curiosity he watches her hesitate as she pulls open her door, and looking over her shoulder she seems to measure him up.

“Do you want to go for a ride?”

-XX-

Well I’ve got a mind full of wicked designs
I’ve got a non-stop-whole in my head-imagination
I’m in a building that has two thousand floors
And when they all fall down
I think you know who their falling for
I can’t forget I am a sole architect
I built the shadows here
I built the crown of thorns I fear
You know me now but to do better than that
You’ve got to follow me
Boy I’m trying to show you where I’m at

Hey pretty
Don’t you want to take a ride with me?
Through my world
Hey pretty
Don’t you want to kick and slide with me
Through my world
Hey pretty
My pretty baby
Rock it through my world

-XX-

Her feet rest against the dashboard as cool air pours in through the open windows. There is nothing like three a.m. in Northern California, nothing in this world, not a single cloud in the sky, and she swears you can count the stars.

She has no idea what made her ask him to come for a ride, but taking in the sight of him, makes it worth it. He must sense her staring because he turns his face towards him, and she grins.

“What’s going on in your head?” Kozik asks and she shakes her head giving her shoulder a shrug.

“Stuff,” she says in answer to which he just laughs, and it’s an intriguing sound to her, one she wouldn’t mind hearing more of. “I can’t believe you seriously just took an hour drive with someone you’ve never met before.”

“I’ve done crazier things,” he says as she hugs her knees a little tighter.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she asks and he answers with a bright smile she knows she can become addicted to. “I’ve seen you around town lately, and I always thought you were pretty.” And the look of disbelief that crosses his face draws a rich giggle from her that fills the air.

“I’ve been called a lot of things in my time sweetheart,” he says shaking his head, “pretty is not one of them.”

“Well that’s a damn shame, because it’s true,” she says simply adoring the way that the blush starts creeping up his neck and into his face.

“Where did you come from?” he asks to which she just smiles and without warning she pushes out of the car. She enjoys the feel of the air on her skin, the sound of the river soothing her. “What are you doing?”

She turns and without thinking about she starts to undress, and his eyes grow wide.

“I’m going for a swim,” she says standing in front of him wearing nothing but lace panties and a matching bra, and she slowly reaches a hand out to him. “Come with me.”

::

He lays exhausted in him dorm, Angelina slicked wet from their time in the river running rampant through his mind, and he can’t help the groan he lets out when he presses a hand to his hardening length.

She’s unlike anyone he’s ever met. Free, wild, and yet full of a grace he can’t understand. She pressed a chaste kiss to his lips when she dropped him back off at TM, and he watched helplessly as she drove away.

He didn’t even get her number.

Just as the thought crossed his mind his phone buzzes it and lifting it he sees her name flash across his screen, confusion filling him.

“It’s 3 a.m. and I can’t sleep,” the words dance through his head. “I’m outside.” He rushes from his bed, pulls open his door, and finds her standing in front of him. She wears an oversized gray sweater that falls off one shoulder, and black leggings that cling to shapely legs.

“Did I wake you?” she asks her eyes scanning over him, no doubt thinking she had as he stands in nothing but his boxers.

“No,” he says and when she launches herself at him, fingers diving into his hair it takes everything inside of him to maintain enough control to get her in his room and the door shut behind them.

“Oh thank God,” she murmurs against his lips.

::

Everything moves fast. One minute she’s latched onto him and he’s carrying her into his room, and the next she’s naked and writhing beneath him. She can make no connection on how she got from point A to point B, all she cares about is how she’s feeling now that she’s there.

Every nerve ending feels like it’s standing at attention and his fingers sliding inside of her stokes each one to life and on fire, an all-new wave of sensation crashing over her when he latches onto her breast, teeth scraping with just enough pressure that it makes her back arch.

“Koz,” his name is a sob as he drives her up, and up, and up, and as she stands on the edge of release he circles his thumb on her clit.

“That’s it baby,” he murmurs pressing his lips to her throat, “let go for. Just go.”

She’s riding her orgasm as he slips inside of her, and pressing his lips to hers he moans. He hitches her leg over his hip before pushing her arms up above her head, linking his fingers with hers and he drives into her, groaning each time he bumps bottom, and when she starts to move underneath him he knows he isn’t going to be able to hold out for long.

She pistons her hips against him, and as another orgasm tears through her she arches towards him, her hands coming to down to grasp his sides, nails biting into his skin, and that’s all it takes to have him shattering right along with her.

::

He reaches for the sheet tangles at their feet, and pulling her close to him he smooths it over her waste, smiling when she rests her head on his shoulder, one of her legs comfortable resting between his.

“I’m glad you came for a ride with me,” she says smiling up at him and with a soft laugh he presses his lips to her hair.

“So am I.”

-XX-

Hey now
Can’t you feel me longing
Hey now
Me
(You get the gist of the song now?)

Hey pretty don’t you want to take a ride with me?

-XX-

Naruto Reincarnation-Follow Up Post!

If you all remember last week, I made a post titled Naruto Reincarnation-My Thoughts!“ and in it, I voiced my displeasure of the reincarnation aspect of the Naruto story and how it seemed to take away from Naruto’s original notion of "Work Hard and in the end, you’ll succeed!” and makes it seem as if Neji was right about destiny and how you can’t overcome it:

The link to said post is down below:

http://little-luffy-lover19.tumblr.com/post/147707237547/naruto-reincarnation-my-thoughts

However, I realized I forgot to make a point! This point is, while Naruto is hard-working, it appears that he was essentially destined to achieve his rank as the Strongest Ninja in the world next to Sasuke….And also, if one wants a symbol of working hard, the answer is:

Originally posted by kakashi-the-hatter

Might Guy, IMHO! Now I say this because let’s have a look back at his childhood:

We see how he failed his Academy Entrance Exam and he had to work his butt off and look where it led him. It led him to going on par and even defeating Kisame Hoshigake, who was known as “The Tailless Tailed Beast”!

And was even able to awaken his Eight Gates and severely injure Madara as the Ten Tails Jinchuuriki:

And there were NO Prophecies or blood-lines, just hard work and ethic alone!

And you know something? I said it once before and I’ll say it again, Might Guy STILL SHOULD’VE died. I love him to death but it would’ve made the flashback of the Eight Gates being hyped up by his own  father’s death WAY MORE Impactful, IMO!

Okay, I hope you all enjoyed this post! ^_^

anonymous asked:

20 and 11

11. Weirdest thing you’ve ever written/thought about writing/etc.? 

I’m all for weird and strange, especially with fanfiction but I suppose the weirdest thing I’ve ever had the crave to write(and it’s been recently, shame on me), would be a Pietro Maximoff x Reader x Peter Maximoff Story. I got as far as writing a plot and outline for it, but it was a bit bizarre, so I never actually went through with it, and I never even mentioned it until now.

20. 4 sentences from your work that you’re proud of.

This is from my Alex Summers oneshot,Early Morning Company’.

“You fight for your home. You fight for the things you love, I was raised that way.”  You were deathly quiet in front of him, though your expression had changed rapidly. From pure anger, to understanding.

Everything

Originally posted by sophiegraceway

Author’s Note: This is a Jax Teller imagine based on Hands to Myself by Selena Gomez as requested by @thejulietfarciertlove. I also decided to use this as a part two to last weeks Jax Music Monday imagine, which you can read here if you haven’t yet. This imagine is rated T+.


Everything

-XX-

Can’t keep my hands to myself
No matter how hard I’m trying to
I want you all to myself
Your metaphorical gin and juice
So come on, give me a taste
Of what it’s like to be next to you
Won’t let one drop go to waste
Your metaphorical gin and juice

Oh, ‘cause all of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I’m trying, trying, I’m trying, trying
All of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I’m trying, trying, I’m trying

But I…
Can’t keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself

-XX-

Her head pounds and because the pounding is so vicious she keeps her eyes closed a little longer. It’s her own damn fault. She drank far too much the night before and with a groan she hazards a peak at the clock. She’s late for work, but at the moment she doesn’t care. All she cares about is getting the pain to stop from pulsing behind her eyes, and sitting up she swears the room spins, just once, and only to spite her.

She lets out a shiver and cracking her eyes open again she realizes that she hears the shower running, and following the trail of clothing with her eyes she groans knowing that it’s Jax in there. She thought he would have left last night, which is stupid because he wouldn’t have left her alone that drunk, and besides he drove her car home last night, so of course he didn’t go anywhere. She contemplates crawling back into bed, pulling the blankets over her head, and just forgetting the world but before she has the chance the bathroom door swings open and Jax steps out, a towel slung low on his hips, and it takes everything inside of her for Laycie not to swallow her tongue.

“Morning,” Jax says running another towel over his head and in answer Laycie hums a hello, unable to draw her eyes away from the way the light shines on the sheen of water clinging to his skin. “I tried to save you some hot water.”

“I’ll shower tonight…” she says eyes rolling to stare up at the ceiling when he nonchalantly drops his towel in front of her, dragging his boxers on.

“Don’t you have work?” he asks and she can sense the humor in his voice.

“I’m calling in sick,” she says trying to keep her breathing stable when he drops down next to her. He smells of the soap she kept in the shower just for him; enough late night drop ins taught her long ago to keep things around the house for him, especially after one particular night when he bitched for two hours about the fact that he smelled like her honeysuckle shower gel.

“Good. You can take me to pick up my bike, and then we’re going out,” he says it with such a matter of fact tone that Laycie looks down over at him, and noticing that he’s still mostly naked save for his boxers, her fingers curl into the bed.

“I’ll take you to get your bike, but I’m not going anywhere else today,” she says keeping her voice even.

“Yes you are,” he says pulling his shirt over his head.

“No. I’m not. I don’t feel well Jax, I’m hungover and just want to sleep,” she says and when he just shakes his head pulling his jeans into place she knows it’s no use arguing with him. It never is.

-XX-

The doctors say you’re no good
But people say what they wanna say
And you should know if I could
I’d breathe you in every single day

Oh, 'cause all of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I’m trying, trying, I’m trying, trying
All of the downs and the uppers
Keep making love to each other
And I’m trying, trying, I’m trying

But I…
Can’t keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself

-XX-

He had laid awake most of the night, listening to Laycie breathe, her tears soaking through his shirt. He hated himself for not seeing it sooner; and searching his memory he thought that maybe all this time he had seen it but he was too busy wrapped up in his own bullshit to notice.

Not anymore.

He was done with the distractions. Everything he thought he wanted with Tara, is actually everything he can have with Laycie, and it just makes more sense with her.

He steals a glance at her as she drives, one hand on the steering wheel, the other rubbing at her temple, and pulling the phone from his pocket he taps out a quick text to Chibs.

“Head over to TM,” Jax says when they pull into the parking lot of the club he’d picked up from the night before.

“Jax,” Laycie’s voice is a groan as she looks over at him, and he knows even though her glasses hide her eyes she’s rolling them at him. He can hear it in her voice.

“Please,” he says and when she sighs he knows that she will, but just to be safe he decides to follow behind her, just in case.

::

Laycie slides onto a barstool, her head coming to rest on her arms.

“Mornin’ love,” Chibs’ murmurs softly and not moving her head she lifts a hand offering a weak wave. “Jax said you were feeling a bit rough this morning. Come on, sit up.’

Lifting her head, she smiles at Chibs who presses a glass into her hands, knowing that the drink he offers is truly a godsend. She’s asked half a million times over the years what his secret is, but he just laughs and shakes his head. That’s one secret the Scotsman has yet to divulge, to anyone.

“Drink it slow lass, you know the drill. Chase it with a couple glasses of water and if you absolutely have to, take some Advil,” he says and pressing a kiss to her head he wanders back out to the garage leaving her alone with her thoughts.

-XX-

Can’t keep my hands to myself
I want it all, no, nothing else
Can’t keep my hands to myself
Give me your all and nothing else
Oh, I, I want it all
I want it all
I want it all, ooh

Can’t keep my hands to myself
I mean, I could but why would I want to?

My hands to myself
Can’t keep my hands to myself
My hands to myself
Can’t keep, keep my hands to myself

-XX-

Forty-five minutes later and Laycie’s feeling somewhat human again, the pounding in her head down to a dull thud, that with the help of Advil should be gone sooner rather than later.

“You ready?” Jax asks from the door of the club house and letting out a breath she slides her sunglasses back into place.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” she asks and when Jax just laughs she shakes her head, taking the helmet he holds out to her. “Of course you aren’t, why am I not surprised?”

“Just get on the bike Lace,” Jax says and because she really has no other choice she does as she’s told.

 ::

They ride for a while, but she loses herself in trying not to think too much about the feel of him against her. Her arms are wrapped tight around his waist, her cheek resting against his back, and the close proximity is doing nothing to stop her mind from wandering to places it shouldn’t be.

Her grip must have tightened on him because he drops one hand down quickly, giving her hand a soft squeeze and she loosens up, trying to relax, and then she sees where he’s pulling in to.

“I didn’t know this place was still here,” she laughs pulling the helmet from her head when he parks and he laughs swinging off the bike, offering a hand to her which she takes. “Jax, what are we doing here?”

“What do you think we’re doing? We’re going on a proper date…” her footsteps freeze causing him to come to an abrupt stop. “Jackson. This isn’t funny, what I said last night wasn’t a joke.”

“I know that, shit Lace, do you really think I would do something like that to you? Make a joke out of what you feel?” he asks pulling the sunglasses from his face. “Do you remember the first time we came here?”

“Of course I do. We were sophomores, you had just gotten your license,” she says smiling at the memory. “So to celebrate we came here, and I kicked your ass in paint ball…”

“Excuse me? I think you’re remembering that wrong,” he says and with a definitive shake of her head she laughs.

“I don’t think so. I specifically remember kicking your ass,” she says loving the way his eyes narrow.

“All right, well let’s see whose ass gets kicked this time,” he says and without waiting for a response he takes her by the hands and drags her inside.

::

His back is pressed against a board, his heart pounding furiously in his chest. Parts of his body scream from the impacts of the paintballs, bright colors, predominately pink, spatter his clothes and skin. She still has it.

“Are you ready to wave that white flag Jackson?” Laycie’s bemused voice calls out, and turning his head he sees her, realizing that she hasn’t noticed him yet, and taking his chances he lays his gun down, and keeping low to the ground he sneaks up behind her, and moving quickly he snakes an arm around her waist, laughing when she lets out a yelp of surprise as he tumbles to the ground with her.

He tickles her mercilessly, and when her hold on the gun loosens he snags it and tosses it away from them, only to go back to drawing giggles from her, and when she’s breathless, he covers her mouth with his. She freezes at first, eyes growing wide, staring into his in disbelief, but when his hand comes up, fingers sinking into her hair, her eyes flutter closed.

Time spirals out, Laycie’s mind fogging over as the taste of Jax moves in and overcomes everything.

“Lace,” his lips whisper against her and with a considerable struggle she opens her eyes to find him staring down at her. “Come home with me.”

-XX-

I want it all, no, nothing else
Can’t keep my hands to myself
Give me your all and nothing else
Can’t keep my hands to myself

-XX-

Candles flicker, lighting Jax’s room and chasing away the darkness, and she can’t help but smile as she runs her fingers through his hair. They’ve had each other, multiple times, and just when she thinks she’s had enough, unable to possibly give any more, the need and hunger for him comes right back, and their rolling in the sheets again.

“Jax?” his name is a question in the night.

“Hmm…”

“What does this mean?” she doesn’t mean to ask the question but she can’t help herself. Much like her hands seem to be drawn to him, for peace of mind she needs to know where they stand. He looks up at her and taking her hand presses his lips to her skin.

“Everything.”

Chasing Fire

Originally posted by sandm1827

Author’s Note: Hello loveys and welcome to the first imagine for Music Monday #3! This is a Juice Ortiz imagine based on Just Like Fire by P!nk as requested by the lovely @thejulietfarciertlove. I hope you all enjoy! Let me know. This one kind of got away from me, length wise, what can I say, Juicy Boy was speaking to me. This imagine is rated T+ for language. (also, what I wrote about hacking in this, I don’t know if it’s right. I used my very minimal knowledge gained from watching different shows, so if I’m wrong, sorry ahead of time)


Chasing Fire

-XX-

I know that I’m running out of time
I want it all, mmm, mmm
And I’m wishing they’d stop tryna turn me off
I want it on, mmm, mmm
And I’m walking on a wire, trying to go higher
Feels like I’m surrounded by clowns and liars
Even when I give it all away
I want it all, mmm, mmm

We came here to run it, run it, run it
We came here to run it, run it, run it

Just like fire, burning up the way
If I can light the world up for just one day
Watch this madness, colorful charade
No one can be just like me any way
Just like magic, I’ll be flying free
I'mma disappear when they come for me
I kick that ceiling, what you gonna say?
No one can be just like me any way

Just like fire, uh

-XX-

She knew it was stupid of her. She was constantly on the move; so why she had even turned on the laptop in the first place, she couldn’t understand. Something told her to she supposed. The same something that led her to her old virtual stomping grounds, led her to Juan. And after four months of literally zero contact with anyone, it was nice to talk to someone.

She smiles just thinking about him. That was six months ago, and even still she couldn’t begin to tell you what he looks like, but somehow she knows him, inside and out; the same way he knows her. Which makes the situation she’s found herself in that much harder. She got too comfortable, and in that comfort came complacence, and complacence always led to mistakes, and she made one. A big one.

“You don’t have much time Julie, what’s it going to be?” the voice sounds bored and lifting her head she studies the man before her. He’s dressed in a carefully tailored suit, and he lifts a hand to study his perfectly manicured nails. The sight of him makes her sick.

She’s tasted more freedom in the last ten months of zig zagging the country then she did in the entirety of her life and she isn’t ready to give it up.

“I’m not going back with you Evan,” Julie states trying to sound strong, but her voice shakes, and when he smacks her she doesn’t let out a noise. She just straightens her shoulders and smiles. Nothing has changed with him. She should have known.

“What are you going to do Julie? Whore yourself out to some piece of trash biker? Maybe you were hoping they’d pass you around…” Evan’s voice is cold despite the anger that rages in his eyes. Julie’s eyes widen in disbelief. How did he know about Juan? “That’s right Julie, I know all about him.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Julie offers weakly, as she settles back onto the edge of the bed.

“You never could lie…”

::

His eyes flick to the clock, and licking his lips he feels the nervousness building inside of him. For the past six months at exactly the same time she’s popped up on his messenger, and they talked, their conversations covering anything and everything. She was the first person he felt he could be the most authentic version of himself with.

He can be just Juan, and for her, that’s enough.

His laptop pings, pulling him from his thoughts and he can’t help the smile that crosses his face when he sees her name flashing on the screen.

‘Juice…’ he stares at the screen in confusion. Julie never calls him Juice. Ever.

‘What’s wrong?’ he types back and while he waits for a response he chews nervously at his thumb.

‘Found me. Time up. Game over.’ He reads and re-reads the words, trying to understand, and before he can ask her what the hell is going she signs off.

“Son of a bitch!” the words rip through him and pushing away from the counter he starts to pace. He has to find her but he doesn’t even know where to begin.

-XX-

And people like to laugh at you ‘cause they are all the same, mmm, mmm
See I would rather we just go a different way than play the game mm, mm
And no matter the weather, we can do it better
You and me together, forever and ever
We don’t have to worry 'bout a thing, 'bout a thing

We came here to run it, run it, run it
We came here to run it, run it, run it

Just like fire, burning up the way
If I can light the world up for just one day
Watch this madness, colorful charade
No one can be just like me any way
Just like magic, I’ll be flying free
I'mma disappear when they come for me
I kick that ceiling, what you gonna say?
No one can be just like me any way

Just like fire, fire, fire
Run it, run it, run it
We came here to run it, run it, run it

-XX-

“You caused a lot of trouble Julie,” Evan’s voice is calm as he leads her by the elbow to the waiting BMW. Everything inside of her builds with dread. She doesn’t want to go back. She can’t. She’ll die if she does; maybe not physically but her spirit would surely succumb to the pressures of the life she was expected to live. “Hopefully this little, stunt, was more than enough to prove that you can’t make it on your own.”

“I’ve been making it on my own for ten months Evan. Ten months,” Julie says trying to pull her arm from his grasp but he just tightens his hold, and she knows the anger he’s capable of. She’s counting on it. “What pisses you off more? That I don’t need you the way you wanted me to believe I did, or that I don’t want you?”

His jaw clenches tight and bracing herself she’s ready for the blow, but nothing comes of it. Instead he pulls open the back door and shoves her inside.

“You’re going to learn your place,” he says getting in the driver’s seat. “This time, you won’t ever forget it.”

::

“So let me get this straight,” Chibs’ words are slow his voice calm, “the last six months you’ve been talking to someone online, and you’re convinced, because she called you Juice, that something is wrong.”

“Something’s wrong because she told me so,” Juice says through clenched teeth. He’s spent the last couple of hours trying to get him to understand the seriousness of what’s going on, but they can’t seem to get past the whole “online” thing.

“Sounds to me like a bored housewife whose husband found out what wifey’s been doing while he was away,” Chibs says on a laugh, and shaking his head Juice snaps his laptop shut.

“Forget it,” he says, and as he moves to get up Chibs lays a hand on his arm. The older man’s eyes search his face and letting out a breath he shakes his head.

“You’re serious about this girl?” Chibs asks and Juice nods. “Start at the beginning. Don’t leave anything out.”

::

“And you’re sure she isn’t married?” Chibs asks blowing out a steady stream of smoke.

“I’m sure. She’s engaged. Or she was. Until ten months ago,” Juice says rubbing a hand over his head. It feels weird letting someone into his and Julie’s world. “Old money, that’s really all that she said about the guy. She wouldn’t give me his name, said the last thing she wanted was to read that he had disappeared under mysterious circumstances.”

“You think he tracked her down?” Chibs asks and with a sigh Juice shrugs.

“If he did it’s because he paid someone too. That’s what his type does.”

“So, why don’t you work your computer magic and track her down?”

“You think I haven’t tried that already? Julie’s smart, and she’s damn good. She used dummy I.P addresses, never stayed connected to one for too long, made sure to constantly jump them, she was all over the map. I can’t pinpoint her,” he says and he can’t help the tone of pride that rings in his voice.

“So what can we do?” Chibs asks putting out his cigarette.

“Nothing we can do but wait.”

-XX-

So look I came here to run it
Just 'cause nobody’s done it
Y'all don’t think I can run it
But look, I’ve been here, I’ve done it
Impossible? Please
Watch I do it with ease
You just gotta believe
Come on, come on with me

Oh, what’s a girl to do?
(What, what?)
Hey, what’s a girl to do?
(What, what?)
Oh, what’s a girl to do?
(What, what?)
Oh, what’s a girl to do?

Just like fire, burning up the way
If I can light the world up for just one day
Watch this madness, colorful charade
No one can be just like me any way

-XX-

She’s exhausted, down to the bone. She couldn’t begin to say how long she’s been walking, but she keeps moving. One foot in front of the other. She had to do it. She had no choice. That’s what she’s been telling herself since she walked away from the smoldering car. She couldn’t leave Evan in the smoking wreckage; no matter how much she hated him, she wouldn’t have his death on her hands, so she pulled him free making sure there was a safe distance between him and what was left of his BMW. Sure she may have caused the accident but for her it was the only way that she felt she was going to be able to get away.

She used Evan’s phone to call 911, and to send one message, and she hoped to hell that he understood.

::

His phone buzzes across the nightstand, and with a groan he throws his hand out, searching for it, and when he finally finds it he lifts it trying to read the words through sleep blurred eyes. He doesn’t recognize the number so his first instinct is to ignore it.

‘Where there’s smoke…’ his eyes are sliding closed with the words tumbling in his head and then he’s sitting upright, all of his muscles tensing as the meaning behind the words sink in. He jumps from his bed and fumbles as he drags on his jeans, and with only one arm through his shirt he’s racing down the hall to bang on Chibs’ door.

“Chibs, we have to go! I know where Julie is!” he calls frantically through the door and without waiting for a response he’s dashing down the hall, and as he turns the corner her runs face first into Opie who laughs.

“Slow down Juicy boy, where’s the fire?” Opie asks with a grin.

“I don’t know,” Juice answers honestly as he runs, “but I’m going to find it.”

::

He stands, hands at his waist as he studies the twisted wreck of metal. The fire department had the fire out relatively quickly, but there were more questions than answers, and absolutely no sign of Julie. Every clue that would have been left in the car was gone, destroyed by the lick of hot flames, and according to the tow man, the guy the car belongs to was found lying unconscious on the side of the road, but he hadn’t been thrown from the impact. No, he was pulled free.

“Julie,” her name is a whisper as he fights the smile; where he would be all too happy to let the man suffer, Julie would save the sorry son of a bitch.

“There was no girl found at the scene brother,” Chibs says and with a grin Juice snaps his helmet back into place.

“That’s because she’s on the move again. She wouldn’t stay, even if she’s hurt. If she has the chance to get away she’s going to take it, no matter what,” he says and climbing on his bike he brings it to life with a roar.

He parks his bike in front of another diner, and letting out a sigh, he’s ready to give up. He’s searched for a couple of hours now, scoping out diners and rest stops, watching for any sign of Julie, but there’s nothing.

He tells himself that this is the last place he’s going to look. He can’t chase fire forever.

-XX-

Just like fire, burning up the way
If I can light the world up for just one day
Watch this madness, colorful charade
No one can be just like me any way
Just like fire, burning up the way
If I can light the world up for just one day
Watch this madness, colorful charade
No one can be just like me any way
Just like magic, I’ll be flying free
I'mma disappear when they come for me
I kick that ceiling, what you gonna say?
No one can be just like me any way
Just like fire, fire

Run it, run it, run it
Just like fire
Run it, run it, run it

-XX-

She swirls the straw in the glass in front of her, fighting to stay awake. She’s dozed on and off, grateful when the waitress gave a knowing smile upon seeing her and led her to the booth in the darkened corner.

“Hey sugar, are you sure you don’t want anything to eat?” the waitress asks on her next round and though her stomach rumbles loudly she knows she can’t pay for anything.

“I’m fine,” Julie says with a soft smile, before taking a sip from her water, “more water would be great.”

“Alright,” she says her attention turning to the door as the bell overhead gives a cheerful ring, “well isn’t he just a cutie…”

Julie tilts her head to follow the woman’s gaze and when her eyes land on the man, her heart skips a beat.

“Oh my God…” she whispers, and then she’s sinking down in her seat. She never imagined he’d find her. She hoped sure, dreamed of the moment they’d see each other, face to face, she however didn’t think that when that moment came that her face would be streaked with dirt and blood, clothes torn and tattered. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

“You okay sweetheart?” the waitress asks and with a nod Julie starts to slide from the booth.

“Yeah, fine, listen I need the bathroom…” she tries to call as little attention to herself as possible as she moves towards the bathroom.

“Julie?” the voice comes from behind her, freezing her footsteps, and letting out a steady breath she turns. Her heart hammers in her chest as she looks at him. He’s in baggy jeans and a black zip up hoodie that lays open over a black t shirt. To say he’s cute is an understatement that has her internally cursing the fact that she looks like a mess.

“Juan,” his name comes out on a rush of air as he wraps her in a tight hug, and after freezing for a few seconds her hands curl into the back of his shirt.

“I found you,” he whispers against her lips as his hands cup her face.

“I knew you would,” she says sliding into the kiss, and with a smile she’s finally done running.

anonymous asked:

what names were about honouring a fan??

Shiningheart, Braveheart, and Brightspirit. A notable and particularly dedicated fan called Emmy Cherry and her parents were killed in a tornado, so Erin Hunter put in those three cats to honor their memory.

Honestly, even if I don’t like their names, that was really sweet of them to do. They didn’t just put a dedication at the front of the book - they straight up made Emmy a warrior. I know any fan would lose their shit if that happened to them.