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Something Sweet {Part VIII}

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Chapter eight’s here, comin’ at ya hot!)

Head Chef! Obi-Wan x Pastry Chef! Reader

Plot Summary: When Qui-Gon hires a new pastry chef for his dessert menu, Obi-Wan feels a slight sense of competition. Who do you think you are, just waltzing into his kitchen? He’s been running it for years, it doesn’t need to change. But, as time progresses, he realizes the sour beginning the two of you had is starting to turn into something sweet.

Originally posted by haidaspicciare

Obi-Wan ran over his apology speech in his head as he drove to work. Was it going to come out right? How will you take it? Will you still be upset with him?

It honestly confused him how concerned he was. He used to be a ‘take-no-prisoners’ kind of chef. It’s either done his way or not at all.

At least, until you came into the picture.

He came to the realization that you weren’t there to destroy the foundations he had built, but instead, you kept him in check from becoming a tyrant to his entire staff.

Unfortunately, that meant he became a tyrant to you alone.

He only hoped that this would at least make it clear that he also wants to end the fighting.

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Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

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Tomorrow was your first day working as Sehun’s assistant. You were very nervous as to how this was all going to work out considering your past with him. You turned around restlessly in your bed as your thoughts wavered towards him again.


3 Years Ago

You had barely started your first year of college when you met him. You were both scared and excited to start walking the path that would lead to what would become of you in the future. He was just an ordinary young man trying his hardest to make his way up in the business world.

You always cheered him on and he did so for you as well. To you, he was the perfect man. He was everything you could have asked for in a man and more. He was your very first boyfriend and he never judged your inexperience when it came to relationships. Instead, he found it rather charming.

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ace-fighter-on-call  asked:

2D finding out his S/O has been hiding their depression from him, manages to talk his S/O out of suicide?

(If you need someone for talk, advice or just listen to you I’m here mi DM is always open)

You know 2D is someone who’ll try to see the bright side of everything including you. And maybe that’s why you haven’t told him about your issues.
Normally you don’t have strong depression episodes because he tries to always be with you which makes you feel real happiness.
Anyways you need a way to relieve all of your problems. So you started a diary where you write all of your thoughts. You always had it in your bag so anyone could find it.

2D and you were coming out of a restaurant which attracted lots of fans who were pulling and pushing. Someone started pulling your bag when in torn and everything fell on the floor. Stu lost all of his patience so he started yelling to the guys to leave you alone or he would their’s head of.
When he was helping you to carry your things to the car, the journal called his attention. He slightly kept it, he knew it was wrong but he wanted to know you more.
When he was finally alone he started reading it and it broke his heart reading things like “Stu asked me all the day why I was blue, I said I was tired”, “we’re fighting again maybe everything is my fault” or “I’m an idiot, he asked me to go to the beach tomorrow. I said no, he can’t see my scars” when he finished that line he ran to your room and started yelling as he sobbed “wha’ the fak is this!? Why ya didn’t tell mah abou’ this?!” You didn’t know what to say you were going to escape of the situation but when you where turning you felt a long arms holding you tightly “please don’t hide how ya feel love” you stayed there in a peaceful silence with just you crying slightly.

anonymous asked:

An opie imagine where the reader gets his crow as a teenager and they break up and after many years (prob in their late 30s) she goes back to charming and he doesn't recognize her, only when he sees her tattoo (but not on purpose tho) I don't have any ideas for an ending so do whatever feels right, thank you!!!!! <3

Originally posted by rideimagines

A/N: I hope you enjoy it!

WARNING: CURSING, MENTIONS OF ATTEMPTED MURDER, TRAMATIC READER.

Keep Swimming:

“Breathe. Deep breaths. It’s just water, it’s just a pool. You can do this.” You whispered to yourself as you looked into the pool of water in front of you and as you looked closer into the water the memory just flooded into your mind.

“Come on babe, you’re the greatest swimmer on the team. You don’t need to practice so hard.” Opie said as he splashed you with water causing you to laugh “And I didn’t become the greatest by just sitting on my ass now did I?” You asked raising and eyebrow as he shrugged “I don’t know maybe you slept with Coach Daniels.” He said smirking causing you to gasp as you swam near him “You think I’d sleep with that awful man?” You said laying your wet arms on his legs as his feet were in the pool of water “I don’t know baby, you sleep with me don’t you?” He asked teasing you as you stuck your tongue out “Harry you’re far from horrible like that man.” You said looking at him as he fixed the strap of your bathing suit.

“You know, you’re truly the most beautiful girl I’ve laid eyes on.” He said smiling full and bright “You know what would make me even better?” You asked as he tilted his looking at you “Your crow right here.” You said pointing to your shoulder blade, his eyes opened wide in shock “Baby, I’m not patched yet, shit I’m not even done prospecting.” He said shocked “We both know you will Harry, and I want to get it for you, for us, for this.” You said now leaning on the ledge to get out of the pool and looking at him “Okay, what do you want it to look like?” He asked as he grabbed your hand towering over you “Something that only we would know about.” You said softly “How about a crow in a water cage.” He said as you smiled “Because I’m a swimmer? You’re so corny Opie.” You said tiptoeing to kiss him.

But you weren’t in that time when you were once so young and happy, you were in this time alone and cold. You gave up with a sigh making your way back to the lockers when you bumped into someone causing you to slip and fall into the water, you flailed your arms trying to swim back to the surface only your arms didn’t find the energy or force to push you up to the air. And just when you thought it was all going to be over you felt a strong arm grab you pulling you up as you’d both reached air you gasped for air, swimming out of the pool as if it was on fire. “Hey! You okay? I didn’t even see you!” The man yelled as you began to speed walk off to the lockers trying to calm yourself down.

“Yeah I’m fine thanks.” You said waving off as you made your way to the locker room to change. He isn’t here anymore (Y/N) you thought as you got dressed. About ten minutes after you had finished getting ready you had stepped out of the locker room to be met with the stranger who had saved you from your death “Hey, I wanted to make sure you were alright. I didn’t see you and felt horrible abou- wait.. (Y/N)?” The man said leaning down towards your face as you moved back into the wall “How do you know my name?” You snapped now scared, wait if he had hired someone to finish what he started, how could you run now?

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anonymous asked:

um if you dont mind, what app was it that you used to keep track of like your mental health? i think that was you that had one? (you(?) mentioned recently that you don't use it much anymore) or if you don't use one, do you or any of your followers have a good recommendation for a mental health app? thank you!

I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED THIS because I’ve been wanting to make a mental health app power post but I didn’t know if it would be presumptuous assuming that y’all even cared what I use but this. yes. good. I love sharing.

the app you’re probably thinking of is Wysa, which is a super great place to start your mental health tracking. Wysa’s a cute little chatbot that keeps track of your moods and energy levels and offers up tips and tricks like exercise, mindfulness activities, and other videos to help bring you out of negative moods. it sounds a little cheesy, but honestly just the process of talking out your problems to an adorable cartoon bird can help shake off your negative headspace.

the more you talk to Wysa the more helpful they’ll be - and that includes on days when you don’t feel bad! talk to them when you feel good too, because they’ll log what made you feel good and help you remember that! it took me forever to make a habit of that, but the feedback from Wysa has become a lot more helpful since I started checking in almost every day instead of just on crappy days.

the Google Fit app can be connected to Wysa to help monitor your physical activity, and I’d strongly recommend doing it. the Google Fit app is super easy to use and is designed for all kinds of exercise - it has features for almost every kind of exercise imaginable, from walking to yoga to badminton.

Wysa recommends a lot of meditation and mindfulness activities, and if you’d like to invest more in that then I’d VERY strongly recommend downloading Stop, Breathe & Think. it had a pretty impressive selection of guided meditations - very helpful if you have a hard time focusing on your own, like I do, although lately I’ve started working my way up to solo meditations! - which are recommended based on your mood. at the start of each meditation you have the option to enter a few emotions that you’re feeling (there are a LOT of options to pick from!) and the app recommends 3 or 4 meditations that it thinks fit your present state of mind, although you’re free to pick from any of them. 

plus, if you meet certain goals, you get STICKERS.

if you’re prone to getting overwhelmed and stressed out easily, or if you have problems structuring your free time, or if you just feel like getting a little more organized, Todoist is the way to go. it took me a while to get the hang of how to set up the projects and tasks in a way that was effective for me, but once I got rolling I got addicted fast. it’s really helpful to have a list of things I need/want to do every day at a glance, and the feeling of satisfaction when you swipe right to check them off the list is UNBEATABLE. plus, being able to set things like work or therapy appointments or class to repeat is SUPER HELPFUL.

also for all you period-having peeps out there, idk abou you but my menstrual cycle and the related hormone screwiness can SERIOUSLY mess up my mental health, so I just downloaded the Clue app to help track my cycle and be more conscientious of my symptoms, because it’s really nice to know WHY I just wake up feeling like garbage some days. it can monitor as few or as many variables as you want, ranging from things like heaviness of your flow to what kinds of food your craving. admittedly I haven’t had much time to get to know Clue or rate its effectiveness, but I still wanted to throw it in because I’m pretty jazzed about it and I have some high hopes.

OKAY I HOPE THIS HELPS

goodbyes & hellos

on ao3

im so so so late but hey this is for first day of prompt week for @thinkoutsidethelovesquare​!!!! day one: wrong number

this was a lot of fun tbh and ive been dying to write this ship. alyas texts are italicized, adriens are underlined on ao3, just bold here bc tumblrs a butt. shoutout to @reyxa​ for the title <3

enjoy!


Alya narrows her eyes at the new message that lights up her phone. It’s an unknown number that she doesn’t recognize — not that she’s given her number to anyone recently — and it’s also seven in the morning . Anyone how knows her at all should know that she doesn’t wake up before at least nine on the weekends. (And that has nothing to do with the fact that she doesn’t sleep during the week and tends to go to bed after two in the morning.)

She groans as another message shows up on the screen. She squints and lets the messages flow in, figuring she can tell the person they’ve got the wrong number after they’ve finished whatever they have to say. Or she can decide that it’s unimportant and ignore it and go back to sleep.

She likes her second plan the best.

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Tommy's Girl [1/?]

Tommy Shelby x OC Alfie’s sister.

Warnings: language.

Part One. Part 2.

Emily Solomons, sister to Alfie Solomons, was the Queen of Camden Town, despite her terrifying temper. Her brother and his men worshipped her and did everything in their power to protect her. With her tanned skin and green eyes contrasting her short brown hair, she had her brother’s men bent to her will.

It was a bright Tuesday morning. Emily, dressed in a deep red knee-length dress patterned with white flowers and high leather boots, entered her brother’s bakery.

“Alfie,” she called, storming into the elder Solomons’ office.

“What do you want, darlin’? I’m a bit busy at the minute,” He muttered, flicking through a pile of papers on his desk.

“Aren’t you meetin’ with that Shelby bloke today?” She asked, grinning when her brother slowly met her eyes.

“I am, and I want you out the way. Don’t want you getting in trouble do we?”

“Please, Alfie. Please can I sit in on the meetin’? I won’t be no trouble, I swear. I just wanna know what’s goin’ on.” Emily begged in her sweetest voice, pouting her bottom lip out.

“For the love of - alrigh’ fine. Just stay by me and keep your mouth shut. Can’t have Shelby gettin’ any ideas.” Alfie scratched his head, sighed and went back to his paperwork.


——-

“Come on, sweetheart, Shelby’ll be here in a minute. Go sit in my office and wait for me to get back, yeah? I won’t be a minute, just gotta go greet the fella.” Alfie grumbled, putting on his hat and jacket to go and meet the Shelby brother.
 
“Okay, but don’t be too long, you know how I worry,” Emily leaned up on her tiptoes and pecked his cheek, “be good and don’t start any trouble without me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it darlin’.” Alfie winked and left her without another word. Emily strode lazily towards her brother’s office and sat on a stool next to his desk, waiting patiently for Alfie’s return.

After about ten minutes, Alfie walked through the door and sat down in his big leather chair. He was closely followed by an attractive looking man, wearing a flat cap, with cold blue eyes and full lips, who sat across from him. Thomas Shelby, Emily presumed.

The men discussed agreements and deals for a while, before Shelby became too distracted by studying Emily.

“Pretty girl. She your secretary?” He asked casually.

“You fuckin’ what?” Emily leapt off her stool outraged.

“You put your fuckin’ foot in it now mate,” Alfie chuckled, “Tommy Shelby, meet Emily Solomons, my sister.”

“I’m sorry, your brother didn’t mention you.” Tommy explained calmly.

“Fuck off. Alfie, I’m not having this. He’s disrespecting me, he’s disrespecting you, he’s disrespecting our organisation. Fuckin’ secretary? Gypsy prick.” Emily ranted.

“Em, you’re overreacting, don’t you think? He apologised. It was an easy mistake to make.” Alfie tried to calm his sister down which only made things worse.

“Fuck yourself.” She spat and stomped out of the room.

“She’s a fiery one, isn’t she? Your Emily. I’m sorry, really. You didn’t mention you had a sister.” Tommy told Alfie, cautiously.

“She’s got an ‘ell of a fuckin’ temper on her, I’ll give her that,” Alfie sighed, “so, back to this deal.”

“I tell you what, let’s renegotiate this deal. I’ll give you twenty five more men, but I get to take your Emily as my wife. My aunt’s trying to marry me off, you see.” Tommy met Alfie’s eyes coolly, a calculating look gracing his face.

“I… Well, she won’t like that, and honestly, I don’t know if I do. She’s never been interested in marriage and she’s the only family I got. You’ll be wantin’ to take her to Birmingham, I don’t fuckin’ know abou’ that.” Alfie sighed and scratched his beard. “Fine. But I want fifty more men and you do wrong by her and I swear - you’ll fuckin’ get what’s comin’ to ya.”

Originally posted by rxbytuesday

Love and War (chapter 2)

Strange Magic

Bog/Marianne, T rating

This is a story about two kingdoms, side by side, but worlds apart. And at war.

When the Bog King finally wins his war against the Fairy Kingdom, he decides that a political marriage with the eldest daughter of the deposed Fairy King will help to promote peace.

Obviously, he’s never met Marianne.

AO3 | FFN | chapter 1


The morning after the wedding, the Bog King tells the two goblins who seem to serve as his personal attendants that he intends to make a proclamation announcing that the laws of the former Fairy Kingdom are now void, and that the laws of the Dark Forest will now rule both.

Marianne makes a noise of derision as she picks up her teacup.

“Somethin’ you want to say, my lady?” Bog asks, narrowing his eyes at her.

“Oh, nothing much,” Marianne says, “just that your idea is terrible.”

She takes a sip of tea.

“Terrible,” he repeats.

“Terrible,” Marianne says, taking another sip of tea. and raising her eyebrows at him over the rim of the cup.

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Cost of Freedom (22/52)

Summary: In which Aoko and Ran rejoin the group at the police station. Meanwhile, Shinichi and Kaito talk about a potential break in. Prison!AU

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4.40 p.m


They choose to head to Shinjuku - it’s a shorter distance to travel to from Chiyoda, and Kaito argues that the sooner they arrive at the safe house, the sooner they can come up with a plan that will get them inside the police station.

“We need to take out time coming up with this plan,” Shinichi says, when the leave behind a convenient store, bento’s and snacks in a plastic bag. “I don’t want to go into this half-heartedly.”

Kaito hums, looks at the ex-detective and decides that yes, it would be stupid to go into this without a plan. But he also thinks that waiting is a stupid idea.

“Tomorrow,” Kaito says, “we’ll head in tomorrow.”

Shinichi balks, catches him by his arm and pulls him back. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

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Seriously Darren, after what I read on Twitter and IG related to that fucking video, you need to be very glad - and I know you are - that there are people who can actually do 2+2, actually care abou you and more important listen to what you have to say.

Because those who called herself “fan” can’t even read properly or understand what they screenshotted from our blogs.

For them probably only if you write on your forehead “I’m in love with Chris Colfer” could actually believe you. Maybe. I’m not even sure. They’re seriously stupid. My God.

Keep talking babe, we are here to listen you everytime you want.

anonymous asked:

I hate that Nick being with Reagan ruined Nick and Jess for me. After that I couldn't ship Nick with Jess anymore. The way they made him look SO into her, like she was the most beautiful woman he ever met and the way he was so blindly IN LOVE with her — because yeah, he was acting in love — cheapened his feelings for Jess for me. Even though the finale was a good ep, the pairing and Nick as a character don't feel the same to me. His love for Jess was a big part of him, now it feels banalized.

Hi anon.

I am so sorry you feel this way. It’s really bad when a show you like so much is tainted in any way. You lose a sorce of entertainment and that really sucks.

I totally get what you mean. This season is the only one that I watched the episodes only once, because everything felt really off to me, but the other day Christmas Eve Eve was on and I tried to watch it…. the way Nick talked abou Reagan to Jess made me so angry and sad, all over again…that I just gave up and changed channels.

Maybe you should stay away for a while to clean your head, you know? And wait to watch the last season…maybe that spark will come back :)
Try watching other shows to forget this horrible season and then do what I plan on doing: pretend season 6 never happened…lol

Anyways…I’m here if you want to vent some more, ok?

Now You Need Me || Happy Lowman Imagine *REQUESTED*

“Why don’t you believe me?! I told you that I’ve been trying to get a job! No one is hiring me.”

“I’ve heard that all before. I told you that once you turned 18 you would need to start paying rent. Money is tight and I needed help. You’re almost 19 and you haven’t helped at all.” 

“Dad! I am trying! How many times do I have to say that?!”

“You can say it as much as you want, but words don’t put food on the table for five people.”

“That’s weird because your words seem to put money in the club’s hands and coke in the Chinese’s noses,” I said out of spite.

“Get out.”

“What?”

“Get. Out. NOW!”

“Fine, fuck you too, Jax. Oops, I mean ‘Dad’.” I went to pack my shit and get the hell out of the bastard’s life. I hate the fact that I have to leave Abel and Thomas behind, but that’s life. I bypassed Tara on the way out, and gave her a measly bye.

I took myself to a hotel with what money I had. I was unpacking my bag into the dresser when…

*RING RING RING*

I looked at the caller ID and dreaded answering it.

“Hello?”

“Hey Baby. How are you?”

“Fine, Grandma. How are you?”

“Ugh, I hate it when you call me that. Makes me feel old.”

“Would you like me to call you Gemma instead?”

“I guess not. I just want you to know that I love you and that we haven’t had any girl time lately.”

“I love you too, but you’re right and we should.”

“We should plan that soon. Alright Baby. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Okay, bye.”

She obviously didn’t know that I was kicked out of the house. Otherwise, she would’ve just shown up instead of calling. What am I going to do? I’m fucking screwed. I can only stay in this hotel for so long before I run out of money, not to mention I need supplies and food. This is insane. God, help me.

One Month Later

“Good Afternoon, my name is Y/N and I’ll be your waitress. Can I start you off with something to drink?”

“Uh, yeah. I’ll have a coffee please.”

“Coming right up. Do you still need time to look over the menu?”

“Yeah,” he answered. I nodded and went to go the man’s coffee,

“Excuse me?” The man asked flagging down another waitress. “Is it alright if I move to the stools?”

“Of course!” With that, he took his silverware and menu and went to the stools that were stationed in front of the kitchen.

“Oh won’t you stay with me. Cuz you’re all I need. This ain’t love it’s clear to see, but Darling, stay with me.” I had my headphones in as I was pouring the fresh cup of hot coffee. I knew I wasn’t supposed to sing on the job, but I love this song. When I turned around, I almost dropped the cup.

“Oh my God! When did you get here?”

“I moved from the booth to over here. You have an incredible voice. Why are you working here?” the man asked.

“Thank you! But I need a job and this is what was offered.”

“I don’t accept that. Talent like yours shouldn’t go unnoticed. How would you like to go pro?”

“Like, become a professional singer? You mean like Halsey?”

“Exactly.”

“How exactly would you do that? I don’t even know your name. Or if you legit.”

“Of course it would take some time, but I don’t doubt you. By the way, my name is Scott Maylin and I’m a music producer. Here’s my card. Please come down to the studio and let’s see what happens.”

“Sounds good.”

“I have to go, but I’m looking forward to seeing you.”

“Thank you.” I was beyond stunned by what just happened as I watched him walk out the door. I really need this right now, but what if it doesn’t work? I guess I’ll never know unless I don’t try.

Later That Night

Knock Knock Knock

I hop off the bed and go see who is at the door.

“What are you doing here?”

“I haven’t seen or heard from you in a month.”

“What did you expect to happen after your President kicked me out of the house?” I asked letting him in the room.

“I expected you to stay in touch.”

Wow! Really Happy? You expected me to go back to the clubhouse and keep in contact?”

“Kinda, but I guess that wasn’t in your plans. I’m worried about you, Kid,” he said looking down.

“Don’t be and I’m not a kid. Those days are clearly over. I don’t know what you expected out of this little reunion, but I don’t think it’s anything I can offer.”

“You’re talking and that’s enough for me. Since you’re not going to stay in touch, then I will. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

He sure as hell kept that promise.

One Year Later

“Does anyone have any ideas on how to keep money in our pockets and the Irish happy because I’ve got fucking nothing. So far everything we’ve done has resulted in blood shed. And with Patterson on my ass, we can make no room for mistakes.” Turns out that no one had any ideas, so Church was called as over. Jax walked out looking anything but content.

“Hey Baby, you okay?” Gemma asked.

“No. Major club money shit and just so much more.”

“How long has it been since you’ve talked to her?” 

“You think this is about Y/N?”

“Baby, her birthday just passed and it was the first one without her.”

“If I knew where she was or how to contact her, I would’ve,” he said walking away. Gemma was about to walk away when someone caught her eye.

“Happy! Come here for a second.”

“Yeah Mom?” She looked at him with the “Gemma” look.

“Where is she?”

“Who?”

“Really? I’m already pissed that she hasn’t reached out and can’t be reached. Do I need to take that out on you?” she challenged.

“She’s happy right now. She’s doing good.”

“How good?”

“Very good. She’s doing what she loves.”

“Yeah I figured that when I heard her on the radio taking Abel to school. The club needs money and Jax needs closure. Take me to her.” Gemma walked out and told Tara to get in the car too.

“What about Jax, Gem?” she looked at Happy knowing that he was right.

“Jackson!”

“Yeah?”

“I need you and everyone else with me.” Jax looked at her hella confused, but told the rest of the club to follow.

At The Venue

“Missy! Can you fix the mic range? Whenever I go to the back of the crowd I get a lot of feedback.”

“Sure thing, Y/N! Alright, we’re good! Ready to start when you are.” I gave her a thumbs up and waited for the music to play. 

“Woah, let’s go
But I’m Gerald and I can always have just what I want
She’s that baddest I would love to flaunt
Take her shopping, you know Yves Saint Laurent
But nope, she ain’t with it though
All because she got her own dough
Boss bossed if you don’t know
She could never ever be a broke ho
You don’t own me
I’m not just one of your many toys
You don’t own me
Don’t say I can’t go with other boys.”

I was really starting to get in to the groove of the song when I looked up and saw two very familiar faces walk in, then many more. It took everything I had to not stop the soundcheck, but I knew I only had 10 minutes until the show started. This was the last song of rehearsal before I have to go to my dressing room to get ready, so I decided to finish.

“I don’t tell you what to say
I don’t tell you what to do
So just let me be myself
That’s all I ask of you
I’m young and I love to be young
I’m free and I love to be free
To live my life the way I want
To say and do whatever I please.”

I finally finish and walk off the stage to my dressing room.

“Did anyone know she could do that?” Tig asked.

“Nope,” Chibs said.

“Not even in the slightest,” Juice added in.

“Mom, why are we here?” Jax asked with a little sadness in his voice.

“You need her. Let’s go.”

“I don’t think we can just walk back there, Gemma,” Tara pointed out.

“Watch us.”

“Uh excuse me, I can’t let you in here. Mr. Lowman, come on through,” said the bodyguard. Everyone looked at Happy with confused looks as he came in my room.

“I am her grandmother and this is her father! You let us back there, you fuck!”

“Mom! Stop!”

“Ma'am, one more outburst and I’m going to have to ask you and your little outlaws to leave.”

“Fine,” she said giving up.

“Why the fuck is Happy back there with her?” Bobby asked. But before anyone could answer…

“Ladies and Gentalmen! Please give it up for Y/N!”

I walk out on stage with my head held high, ready to do my best. I sang my heart out and realized it was the end of the show. 

“Thank you guys so much for coming out tonight! This last song is dedicated to my Old Man.” When I said that, it clicked for the club. 

“Are you fucking serious?” Jax asked Happy. 

“…Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I’m covered in the colors
Pull apart at the seams
And it’s blue
And it’s blue. 

Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams
And now he’s so devoid of color
He don’t know what it means
And he’s blue
And he’s blue. 

Everything is blue
Everything is blue
Everything is blue
Everything is blue.”

I took a bow and walked off the stage. I gathered all of my belongings and walked out to the parking lot. 

“Hey! So you don’t talk to me for a year and now you try to leave without saying goodbye?” I smile to myself and turn around.

“Hi Grandma, Tara, boys.”

“Hi Sweetheart. You know, it would’ve been nice to be invited to a show.”

“No one but one person knew what it is I do.”

“Well, the next time you want to keep your career a secret, my advice to you is to not have your songs played on the radio.”

“Right. Gemma, what are you guys doing here?”

“We need to talk to you abou-”

“OMG! YOU DID SO GOOD TONIGHT! I AM YOUR BIGGEST FAN! CAN I HAVE A PICTURE?!” 

“Uh sure!” I took a picture with the fan when I noticed about 70 more coming towards me.

“We can talk at my place. Tail us.” Gemma nodded and told everyone else. 

Happy and I hopped in the car and I stared at him.

“I couldn’t stop her from coming, Babe.”

“A heads up would’ve been nice. I wasn’t ready for that. Why are they even here?” I questioned.

“The club is in trouble and we need money.”

“Wow! Haha! That’s rich! The club needs money, so they come to me after a year.” I said sarcastically, but kind of hurt. 

“Babe, I get how this looks, but you cut them off. Jax misses and you know Gemma is miserable. Just be glad you’re still alive, I was kinda expecting her to kill you for cutting her off for a year.”

“Yeah, I guess I should consider myself lucky,” I said as we pulled into the driveway.

Happy and I hopped out of the car and I unlocked the door. Everyone followed us in and looked around like they were in a castle.

“Wow, Happy said she was doing well, but I didn’t think she was doing this well,” Tara whispered to Jax as she looked around the foyer.

“Jessie! We’re home!” I called out.

“Hey! How was the show?” the babysitter asked handing me my beautiful baby girl.

“Great! How was Alina?”

“Amazing as always. I’m glad you had a great night, but I gotta run. Bye, Hap! Bye, everyone else!”

There was a scatter of bye’s when I turned around to face everyone else.

“Who’s this?” Tara asked as she grabbed Alina’s little hand.

“Our daughter,” I said as I grabbed Happy. Jax and Gemma looked at Happy as if they were going to take turns beating him to death and beyond.

I look over at my father, “So you need money, huh?”

“Sweetheart,” Gemma started.

“No. That’s why you’re here right? Because you guys need money?”

“I’m not going to lie, yeah. But that’s not the only reason,” Jax said.

“Then why?!” Happy took the baby out of my hands and ushered the guys and Tara out of the room to give them a house tour.

“Why didn’t you tell me that I have a granddaughter? Or that Hap was your Old Man?”

“That is none of your business.”

“But it is mine,” Gemma butted in.

“What do you want?” I asked. Jax explained what was happening and I turned him down until Gemma gave me a speech on family. 

Jax told me that he really missed me and that he was proud of me for becoming what I’ve become. He told me what I’ve been waiting to hear, that he loved me. It was then that I decided to help the club. From then on, we all stayed in contact and I got to watch my brothers grow and everyone got to watch Alina grow. Even though life was tough for a while, the Universe came back around and gave me my family back. 

anonymous asked:

Are there any characters you'd like to know more information about in got/asoiaf? I personally would love to know more about the she-wolves of winterfell!

i really really really want to know more abou ashara dayne, elia martell, and lyanna stark. those are like my big three. additionally i’d love to see more mentions/info on queen nymeria, visenya targaryen, rhaella targaryen, the night’s queen, daena the defiant, aegon the conquerer

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Fandom: Star Wars

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Words: 2365 (wow, waaay past my usual. oops.)
Warning: implied sex

You and Poe had a complicated relationship: friends with benefits. It was for the best. Both of you being pilots, it would’ve been hard to actually be in a relationship knowing that both of your jobs were dangerous. So that’s what you two settled on. Friends…with benefits. No strong emotions attached right?….Wrong. At least for you. 

You hated yourself when you came to the realization that you fell in love with the astound pilot. He was handsome, charming, funny, and great in bed. You fell hard. You often found yourself smiling because you thought of Poe. It was so bad. You had gotten yourself distracted too many times.

“Y/N? Hey!” Jessika snapped her fingers in front of your face breaking you out of your happy trance.

You shook your head, “Huh? Oh, sorry Jess. What were you saying?”

Jessika looked at you oddly, “Are you alright? You’ve been drifting off a lot and not only that, you always end up with a smile on your face. Who’s got you so love struck?” She smirked at you.

You turned pink, “No one! Just excited for the mission, that’s all.”

“Uh huh.” You knew she wasn’t convinced.

“Uh, I gotta check on Are-Four to see if it’s ready to go. See ya, Jess!”

As you ran off you heard in the distance, “YOU’RE NOT FOOLING ME, Y/N!”

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anonymous asked:

Aaaand that's why I hate writing on those blog, I was't talking about those so called *assbabies* More like a pressure to have a family of his own in a alpha/omega relashionship, like his godfather would probably want. And Harry, dear Harry, just wants to be like his dad at the moment.

I wasn’t judging either way! And I don’t know if other anon thought that’s what you specifically meant either - I think they were just making a general statement abou mpreg. I didn’t get the impression that you felt one way or the other about mpreg myself anon.

But the infertility issue will come up of course. Deltas are received rather strangely in the magical world; they’re revered as these rare, super magical individuals who are simultaneously really desirable but kind of untouchable? Because no, they can’t have kids. So if someone wanted a family in that sense (like to carry on their bloodline specifically) then they couldn’t be with a delta.

So I made a Sendrick fanfic I hope you like it!

This is what came to my mind when I watched the DVD extras..


“Anna? You do know they not just ship Bechloe right? They also ship Sendrick." 
"Sendrick? Is that.. your last name and my last name put together?”
“Yes. Not the whole fandom ships us in real life but there are still many who do.”
“I guess the DVD extras weren’t the best for them then.”
“Why? isn’t that what they want? To see us get closer? What do you think will they say if Beca and Chloe become a couple in pitch perfect 3?”
“I think they’ll be more than incredibly excited abou that. But.. don’t you think we should tell them?”
“Tell them what?”
“Britt.. c'mon.”

They spend the whole night at the rehearsal house with the other cast members and the crew. Everyone got their own room but Anna and Brittany got one together cause everyone knows they’re together for three year snow and everyone is super excited about it.

Anna rolled around and kissed her passionatley. Her slender fingers ran through the blondes hair and their naked bodies rubbed against each other.
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Brittany said innocently.
“Oh really? You just like to tease don’t you?” the brunette replied with a smile.
“Don’t you remember last night? And plenty other nights before that? You shouldn’t be asking that.”
“You’re right. As always. But i still think we should tell them they will freak out.”
“I like the teasing part.”
“Of course you do.”

And with that the blonde pushed the smaller girl on the bed and climbed on top of her while pinning her hands above her head. She sucked on her pulse point and she knew the Anna would melt under her touch. “Ehat would they say if I kissed you next time for real? And after it you pretend like it didn’t happen?” the blonde said while continued kissing her way down until she reached Annas nipple. She blew lightly on it cause she knew how sensitive it was. Then kissed it and sucked on it harder until she earned a moan from the woman underneath her. Then she continued her sucking and biting on the other breast. Brittany looked up from time to time just to enjoy the view of Anna who was arching her back desperately for her to touch.

“Someone is a little impatient today hm?”
“Britt.. please can you just.. oh god!” Anna let out a loud moan as the taller woman inserted one finger into her without a warning.
“Stop trying to kiss me when caneras are with us. Everyone in the whole fandom knows you’re bisexual anyway and they probably think I’m just being cute.” She saiys while moving her finger slowly making Anna more frustrated than she was before.

“You know what they also want?” “Fuck.. no..” Brittany kissed her rough and shoved her tounge into her mouth. Then licking below Annas ear and whispering “They want Emily to be the Lovechild of Bechloe.” As soon as she said that she shoved two more fingers into Anna and she could feel her getting close now. “Shit! Oh fuck Britt!” “What do you say to that?” the blonde asked as if Anna wasn’t close to her climax. “They.. shit.. I can see why.. fuck please make me come!” she screamed as she realized the motion of Brittanys fingers became slower. “I want a real answer first.” she removed her fingers fully and sucked them clean in front of Annas dark eyes. “You really are such a fucking tease.” she said completely out of breath. “I can.. I can see why they think that.. But.. god that’s so good!” she moaned again cause the blonde kissed her way down the brunettes stomach and kissing her inner thighs. “Answer.” “I’ve already given you an answer for god sake!” “God you’re so hot when you swear.” That was the last thing she said before burying her head between the smaller girls legs. She began to lick down her folds slowly but becoming faster in no time. she was biting down and aucking hard soon which brought her to the edge quickly. “Fuck Britt.. that’s so fucking good please don’t stop!” she yelled as she felt her stomach tighten.

“Oh by the way! Do you think our characters would do it like we do it? Do you see Chloe as the dominant one?”
All she got as an answer was a frusrated cry from Anna. “I said don’t stop. Shit. I need to come!” Brittany slowly ran two fingers through her folds holding her at the edge put not pushing her over it.
“You know what I think?” “I.. I’m not into your guessing games right now!”
The blonde leaned in and whispered into her ear “I think Chloe has masturbated several times imagening your fingers and your tounge pleasing her. Making her come so hard she wouldn’t be able to walk for days.”

And with that she kissed the brunette again showing four fingers at once into her and earning a scream into the kiss. She was so wet that she could easily fit four fingers into her moving them faster and deeper with every thrust. Anna came immediatly screaming Brittanys name at the top of her lungs.
This will forever be her favorite view as she watched Anna in complete pleasure. Wave after wave washes over her and she i ssure this is one of the hardest orgasms she ever had.

After a while her body relaxed again but she was still trying to catch her breath.
“That was.. oh my god. I didn’t know you had dirty talk in you.”
“I guess it just came over me. And I don’t think we should tell them. It’s funny to watch the fans freak out about us isn’t it? We should probably post something which makes them insane more often.”
“You’re evil Brittany Snow.”
“You love it.”
“Of course I do. But I don’t think the Lovechild thing is very realistic.”

In that moment there was a knock on the door. Then they heard Hailee’s voice.
“Just because you two are awake so early doesn’t mean you have to wake the whole cast. Okay? The cool kids sleep longer mom and mom.”


If you liked it.. I’m TeresaSmith on fanfiction.net it’s my first story there but if I get some reviews or ideas for new fanfics I’ll be happy to write them! (:

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                                                      [ T H E M E ]  

Facing the calm stream that ran besides her cottage, Beiteiris exhaled slowly,  mentally preparing herself. An older woman stood to her left, holding the ceremonial dagger in her out-stretched hands. “Y’sure ya want to do this luv? I know you, n’ I know this won’t happen again. Don’t punish yourself fer a slip up.” Beet shook her head, taking the dagger as she kept her eyes to the water. “I don’ wan’’ t’ risk anythin’ Nan. I fuck up, n’ someone else I care abou’ dies by m’ ‘ands. I need to be’er m’self.” “Who?” “Em, Con, Mier, Cass, errybody tha’ welcome’d n’ accep’d me!”

Beet took her hair in her hand and in one swift motion, sheared most of her fiery red locks off, leaving her with nothing more that fraction of her former glorious mane. “There. Now, time t’go train with th’ mate I betrayed fer a man tha’ fuck’d me twice.” Huffing, she spun on her heel, storming inside to fetch her packs. “Once I leave, I don’ wan’ ya talkin’ t’ ‘em. I know wha’ yer like Nan, yer sof’. Yer gonna go n’ cry t’ ‘em abou’ ‘ow m’ou’ t’ ‘urt m’self.” She returned to her grandmother’s side, donned in soft white furs. “Trus’ me, I need t’ do this. If I ain’ back by Moon Nigh’, y’c’n tell ‘em. Hopefully they ain’ fergo’en me by then.”

Her grandmother tugged Beet down to face her, an iron edge to her voice. Yer damn well comin’ back, child. I’ll drag y’back from the depths of Ursoc’s den if I haf t’.” With a soft kiss pressed against Beet’s brow, her grandmother released her, taking a step back. “Lady Death n’ the Good Wolf God’ll keep ye safe. Now go, ge’ yer arse outta here b’fore y’realise ‘ow stupid yer bein’.”

            Beet began to walk away, not daring to look over her shoulder.

     Two crows cawed overhead, and she grinned. One crow sorrow, two              crows mirth. Looks like all was going to be in her favour after all.

anonymous asked:

oooh sweetie. that jihoon one... got me smiling ALL THE FREAKING TIME THAT WAS SO CUTE AND BEAUTIFUL I LITERALLY CREATED SCENES ON MY MIND I FEEL SO HAPPY OMG THAT WAS SO SWEEET I CAN IMAGINE HIS EMBARRASSED SMILE AND HIM LOOKING DOWN AND ALL OMG AND YOU SHOUTED OUT(? is it right? idk) TO ME AT THE END. I LOVED YOUR STORY WITH ALL MY HEART I WANT TO MARRY JIHOON OMG I'M GOING TO DIE RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT oh i can see the end, everything's getting dark, omg i think.... *last sigh* bye - joyhope

AWWWW YOU’RE THE SWEETEST  AND OF COURSE I SHOUTED YOU OUT (it’s right) YOU’RE MY FIRST ANON AND YOU LOVE JIHOON AND JUST I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT AND BAHAHHAHAHAH honey i don’t know whether to be concerned or honoured that you’re dead cause of me lmao WOULD THAT MAKE ME A MURDER??!! lol probs not BUT I WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOU TYOU MY PRECIOUS JOYHOPE ANON!!

The Clue in the Scrapbook

I was bored and this kept distracting me from writing the Guide, so I gave in and wrote this word-vomit piece of shit drabble out: Norman and Mabel are going through some of her old scrapbooks, Norman uncovers a photo Dipper would rather him not see.

Trans!Dipper Parapines AU.  Also I can’t title things for shit.

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