okay but why are the taz liveshow plot twists so much more intense than the main show ever could be because honestly? I’m still shook about “taako what the blazes are you doing here?” “IT’S KLAAAAAAAAAAARG!!!!” and “I’m gonna need you all to switch character sheets

27eggs  asked:

oh my gosh! your art is really great I can't stop looking at it! if you haven't already and if you're still taking ship requests, how about blaze/amy fluff? :3c

pyrokineticprincess also asked: blazamy? ;w;            

oh shOOT I had  this on pc and forgot to post it, sorry!(IalsohavenomemoryonhowthatmotogearfromridersZGlookedlikewhOOPSIE)

AH thank you very much!!! <3 :’D

in the blood

presenting: the jily royal au no one asked for someone pls validate me i hate writing long fics

It starts at a party.

You’re dancing with your friends, beer in hand, hair held back with a headband, gold paint swiped down your temple, curling around your cheekbones.

Those damned cheekbones and that damned jawline. A bone structure carved from history. You are catastrophically beautiful.

Marlene waves at you; she tells me you’re old family friends. Your chin lifts, corners of your mouth lifting to reveal lines of perfect teeth. Her hands grabs mine and she’s weaving us through the crowds of hot bodies.

“Marls.” You say, pulling her into a hug and kissing her cheek. She screws up her face.

“Boundaries, Potter.”

You smirk at me. “She loves me really.” She scoffs but there is sunlight glinting in her smile.

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Under Fire- Yoongi(m)

Originally posted by lethargicmin

They say: “go big or go home.”

(m)- mature | word count: 3543 | Dom!Yoongi + Sub!Jimin

@yeum, @bangtanmacaroon, @jackoffjae, @chiminiipabo;))

request(s): Hello, i reaaaaallly love your smut stories! Can you do a studio sex with namjoon or yoongi? [+] Can you write a Suga smut, where you guys are at the studio, you try to get his attention but it doesn’t work, so you flirt with Jimin and you get punished [+] All I ask is Yoongi cuffs, whip, blindfold, thigh highs ;) 

a/n: guys things get a lil rough and really cray proceed with caution

He’d been ignoring you all damn day, giving short replies to your texts by telling you he’s at the studio. Busy, busy, always busy, always working. It’d been nearly two weeks since you’d been able to spend any alone time together, let alone any naughty time, and the craving for Yoongi to be buried deep inside of you has burned a hole in your chest, has ruined your favorite pair of panties while you lay in bed with one of his shirts, thinking about him.

About how lovely his hands would feel sinking into the curves of your body, gliding over your skin, down your stomach, between your legs… You’re desperate, eyelids fluttering closed when you rub your thighs together for some sort of friction that’s so unsatisfying compared to him it hurts. The only thing you can think about is him. He’d hardly come over, opting to stay in the dorms with the rest of the boys since it’s a great deal closer to the studio. He probably hasn’t been eating very well, if at all. And he definitely hasn’t been eating you. Which are both big problems.

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anonymous asked:

nr 6 and msr please! I love you!

Dear lovely anon, thank you so much! Here we go. Set in season 6.

‘On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair’

He’s been planning it for months.

Long months spent running after shadows, as always, trying to escape ex-girlfriends, not so common, and trying to find a way back to each other. He feels like maybe that’s their thing, after all.

The first it happens it’s messy and unplanned. Born out of pure relief; he’s alive, she’s alive and he’s in his time, with her, giving him The Look and she doesn’t believe a word he’s saying. His I love you is thrown away like the punch her alter-ego directed at his cheek; still burning when he woke up. Just like her ‘oh brother’ stings, just deeper, more profoundly.

So after that he plans. He doesn’t tell her when she asks him if he ever wants to get out of the car. He doesn’t want to and maybe that’s why he jokes, doesn’t say what’s really on his mind. I love you, he thinks, and I want to spend the rest of my life doing this with you. Driving on a deserted highway in the middle of nowhere, chasing answers to questions no one else even thinks about. The rhythmic roll of the tires screeches I love you with every inch traveled. The words never land on his tongue, though, and so he doesn’t tell her.

Mulder whispers I love you to her when she’s forced to share her hotel room and her bed with him in Kroner, Kansas. She’s fast asleep, her even breathing never once missing a beat. A perfect rhythm that he watches silently, guiltily if he’s honest because he knows she hates it, feels embarrassed by it. Watching her then he thinks of later, planning to tell her when the case is over. Look at me, Scully, I don’t want to be like Holman. I can’t make the weather for you, but I can tell you that I love you. He doesn’t, though.

Christmas comes and goes without a single I love you uttered. When Diana strolls into their life, her feelings ever present on her face and her tongue, his plans are crumpled up like a piece of paper, forgotten in his favorite pair of pants. He thinks it still, sometimes, when Scully looks at him, raises her eyebrows and questions his loyalty. I love you, he thinks, but can’t tell her because she wouldn’t believe him anyway. She walks away from him, their shared trust trampled under her heels as she leaves him standing there. He pushes his hands in his pockets, empty, like his mind.

He tells everyone but her that he loves her when they go undercover as a married couple. My wife, who I love. My wife, who I adore. She rolls her eyes, thinking he can’t see it or simply not giving a damn. He at least hopes it’s the first. One night, while on the couch in a strange house, playing a role he hates opposite the woman he loves more than anything else in the world, he decides that it’s time. As soon as this is over, he promises. He’ll tell her. He’ll tell her he loves her and she’ll believe him. He falls asleep before he can have any doubts; when does Scully ever believe the same thing he does?

Months pass and his plans get derailed again. Gun-shot wound to the abdomen and he loses his courage touching her hand, warm and steady. His gratitude of being able to touch her, to see her there is greater than his need to tell her. She wouldn’t believe him anyway, he thinks bitterly, as she tells him she’s fine and to please stop babying her. His courage leaves him again a million times over on a Monday that repeats itself again and again, like a bad, broken record. Like that outcome, maybe it’s just not meant to be.  

The day is perfect. He leaves a message on her answering machine; he knows she needs a reason for everything. A simple I want to spend time with you outside of work and government conspiracies is not going to cut it. A birthday present, either way too late or way too early, might put a smile on her face, lure her out. He can’t stop grinning when she shows up, humors him and lets him hold her. Her hair tickles him, her scent entices him as they stand close, molded together for no other reason than wanting to be. It’s the perfect day. The moment she makes contact, when her eyes watch the ball fly in amazement, just watching, marveling, is there. I love you, I love you, I love you. He wants to scream it into her ears, rather than say it, but instead he just grins against her skin, takes everything he can have. He doesn’t say I love you, again.

When it happens, finally, on an average Tuesday afternoon, they’re both tired and sticky. Having spent half the day in a rented car without air conditioning, Scully furiously trying to tame her hair and Mulder giving up on his dress shirt desperately and hotly clinging to his back, they decide to stop at a diner. Order me something cold, Mulder, Scully lets him know before she makes her way into the bathroom. He orders a coke and a diet coke with extra ice and waits for her at the car, unwilling to go back in just yet. He absent-mindedly plays with the straw, occasionally taking a sip, reveling in the sweet, cold taste he knows will make him sweat even worse. Then she starts walking towards him. Mulder lifts his head the moment he hears the cheap bell over the door ring. It’s Scully, all right. She’s opened another button on her blouse, still tasteful, still professional, and her face looks flushed, devoid of make-up. Her hair, previously having stuck to her neck, gently flaps against her cheeks now. Scully’s mouth opens as she walks towards him and he thinks she is going to say something. But he wants to say it first. He could tell her about the blazing color of her hair right now, how the late sunlight captures her color perfectly, transforming it into a gentle fire, burning him. Waxing poetry, though, that’s not what she needs. Or wants. 

“Scully, you look…” The words shoot out of his mouth and when she glances at him, her hand reaching for her diet coke, he knows this is the moment. He couldn’t have planned this. This is not how he wants to tell her, and yet this time, he does.

“I love you, Scully. I love you.” He repeats it as if saying it more than once will make her believe it this time. She, however, cups her drink, captures the straw and takes a sip. His heart beats, waits, beats again. Say it again, he thinks, tell her you mean it, his mind demands.

“I know, Mulder,” Scully tells him and her voice is as gentle as the breeze, as soft as the sunlight caught in her hair, “I love you, too. I was just waiting for you to say it again.”

anonymous asked:

Hello! I think I accidentally sent this incomplete ask before lol. I read an article about a guest star in Supernatural (can't remember her name), apparently she's been a big fan since the beginning. What worried me was that she said, "I think Sam and Dean will go out in a blaze of glory because that's what the actors want". I would love a happy ending tbh but I know what J2 want and I know that even though they're professionals, they still have a lot of say about what happens. Thoughts?


J2 don’t have a say in the overall story, they can change words here and there IF they’re allowed to (I still keep remembering Taylor Swift) so a huge decision like this ? No way .

The whole 12x22 grenade launcher being finally used to break down the walls, a metaphor for Dean’s happy ending, letting himself be happy and free and meaning they escape their death and win, happy and free, right AFTER talking about going down in a blaze of glory? Dean literally says hey no way I’m living through this.

For me that was all about saying a big F - U to the blaze of glory ending. On top of all the rest of the stuff about all of TFW growing, becoming happier, complete, sorting out their issues from the past… getting their happy endgame.

I mean MAYBE they would do some kind of resolution and happy ending where they die and all go to heaven together MAYBE but imo it doesn’t really fit with all this and the way Dabb is taking the show now with hunters/mol community set up, parenting, love, relationships etc and it has been tentatively heading since…. season 8ish?

It’s also just not… a nice ending. For so many people who talk at cons and in general people who watch the show and say they’ve had issues with self worth, depression etc. To show these guys go through all those things themselves and come out the other side, accept themselves, conquer the depression, have a happy ending and move forwards with their lives, is such a more powerful message than a blaze of glory and imo is much more of a powerful positive social and political statement given many of these themes which all centre around their emotional story arcs, as the whole show does.

People having emotional and mental issues, growing, learning, going through trials and tribulations, eventually getting out the other side and living a better, happier life thanks to their growth and the story we have followed for over a decade - now THAT’S a story worth remembering.

Blissful in Lace - Cassandra Pentaghast

I am absolutely weak for a warrior in lace. All I want is Cassandra in lingerie and since I’ve had too much wine tonight, I gave it to myself. Yay!

Words: 897

Rating: Teen and Up, because, let’s be safe

Warning: a beautiful woman loving herself! You’ve been warned!

Cassandra cast the slim box another contemptuous glance. Wrapped in neat, subdued paper and topped with a beautiful silk black ribbon, it sat unassuming and monstrous on the corner of her crisply made bed. Frowning, she picked it up and ran the soft ribbon through her fingers and remembered how lovely the fabric had felt in her hands when she perused the tables of one of Val Royeaux’s more specialty shops. The masked merchant had smiled alluringly and said not a word about Cassandra’s blazing face as she passed over her chosen garments with trembling hands. She had told her in Orlesian purrs that her taste was “exquisite and classic.” Cassandra highly doubted that. She hadn’t the foggiest idea what she was doing as she walked around the mannequins wearing delicate lace and chiffon; had even less of a clue as to why she had even braved the perfumed lingerie shop in the first place. Twenty minutes later, Cassandra had rushed away from its doors, the beautiful box clutched to her chest, terrified someone had seen. That someone would recognize her.

No. It was foolish, Cassandra admonished, tossing the box back to the bed. She ought to return it straightaway. What in the Maker’s name had possessed her to buy the blasted thing?

Still she picked it back up and tore the ribbon away, shredded the paper and opened the slender box, breathless. She fingered the black silk and picked up the first piece of underthings. Cassandra bit her lip as she rubbed the fabric between her fingers, wondering just how it might feel when she put it on.

Maker’s breath.

Glancing around her room as if there might be someone hiding in the corner of her personal space, she slid her fingers across her breeches. The ties gave easily, the worn fabric eased from her hips. Then, with less ceremony, came her smalls.

A slight hitch in her breath, she eased the silk over her legs, one careful foot and then the other, half afraid she might jerk her hand and tear it to pieces. The underthing slid against her skin exquisitely and settled low across her hips.

And my buttocks, Cassandra thought, blushing hard as she ran a hand across the hem that barely covered her cheeks. She fingered it carefully to see how much more would give without it pulling too tight and sighed when she realized that was it. That was all it would cover.

Why in Andraste’s name had she spent money on this?

With a huff somewhere between frustration and resignation, she pulled the next piece from the box and held it before her eyes. It was another smaller-than-should-be-possible piece that she guessed might cover her nipples. Only. If that.

Well, she had come this far.

Cassandra shed her tunic and breast band and donned the sheer lace as fast as she dared. She felt like one wrong move and a sword-calloused finger would punch a gaping hole right through the finespun black mesh.

She shifted the piece into place, tugged it gently. Adjusting her breasts, she moved towards the full-length mirror against the wall and looked at herself critically.

It could have been worse. Cassandra likely looked better than her insecurity would let her see. She couldn’t remember being more exposed in all her life.

At first, all she saw the jagged scars, jumbled and snagging across her skin. Then she saw the silk bottoms hugging against her hips like a lover, accentuating the curve. She blushed as she imagined them being pulled off with gentle fingers—gentle teeth. Clearing her throat, she focused on the details. The black lace coiling along the hem matched the hand embroidery snaking over her breasts, accentuating the curve of them. The garment made them look lovely, she supposed. As far as breasts went. Better when they were kissed, tingling when loved with tongue and teeth.

Again with this nonsense—she cleared her throat once more and strode back to the box to retrieve the final piece. A babydoll? Was that had the woman had called it?

She pulled the sheer fabric over her head, and it settled softly over Cassandra’s body, so delightfully feminine and light. It was such a stark contrast to anything she had ever allowed herself to own before. Cassandra was always so prudent, always favoring functionality over anything else.

But this?

Once again she stood before the mirror and this time she tried to admire herself. She was proud of her muscles, more proud of the scars that marred him, but Maker she was beautiful in lace. She was the woman she seldom allowed herself to be, often told herself she could go without.

Cassandra almost grinned.

Smoothing her hands down the front of the gossamer babydoll, Cassandra was gripped by a sudden urge that had her bubbling with quiet laughter. Suddenly she twirled in tight circles and watched as the fabric lifted and billowed around her for a blissful moment before it settled once more, reticent and sweet and alluring. It begged to be touched, begged to be lifted away and tossed on the floor, much as she had done to its own wrapping paper.

But not today.

Beaming and finally glad for her purchase, Cassandra picked up her copy of Swords & Shields from her night table and settled against her pillows for a night to herself.

furealdo64  asked:

How would the RFA react to MC being the biggest memer on the block. Like, They got the finest memes in their crib (idk why im asking this please spare me)

craving that mineral


• everyone has their hobbies, he is very surprised about their interest in memes. Of all things memes?

• he had enough of Seven’s meme adventures and now he is living with a person with the finest memes there is

• silently says yikes and then moves on. It’s just memes, it’s not like they are a cat collector- so he is alrighty with it

• soon he is smitten with memes as well and unconsciously throws out memes to his co-actors and everyone is like ??????????? what’re u talking about


• he isn’t a huge memes but he knows enough about them, he was/is after all in college. Can’t avoid memes

• he is very amazed by their fresh fine memes and is all like “YO SEVEN LOOK AT THIS” seven got nothing on them, seven lost to their fresh avocado memes

• he browses their meme folder on their computer with them and just.. wow such memes. such fine

• he suggests that they make a meme calendar for seven’s birthday 


• she does Tina’s “everything is okay face” from bob’s burger 

• whenever her lover goes about and 420 blazes it she just sighs and looks away but they can see that little smile. WE CAN SEE IT

• she prays that Seven won’t knock on their door one day with new fresh memes and woo them away with the promise of a wonderland of memes 

• she grows used to their meme love and is okay with living with a meme lover, love is strong after all


what are…. me-me’s? mem- meemes?

• very confused but he do recalls Seven mentioning these called… me-mes in the chat ones or twice 

• is pretty indifferent after learning about their meme hobbies but find the cat memes kinda funny

• they seem to enjoy the memes so as long as they are happy he is alright with it


• When he found out he was so floored because what their memes are better than his memes?! now they are partners in crime, pen-apple-apple pen. 

• if you think they won’t have nicolas cage meme’s posters in their house you think wrong

• they put a huge poster of him in the toilet and Yoosung got the scare of his life

• they throw memes at each other all the time and on days off create more memes. 

Alphashipping headcanons (based on what I know about blaze, Kai and Daniel

- Aaron is only an inch taller then Blaze but blaze is still highly offended by this

- aphmau is the shortest but funny enough she’s only shorter then Kai by three inches, the rest are just tall by wearwolf default

- Daniel tends to cling to Kai because Kai is cuddly and nice

- aphmau and blaze without fail make 4/20 blaze it jokes at exactly 4:20 pm without fail

- Kai is petty, he is like the definition of petty

- aphmau will respond to both alpha and aphmau Because she’s so used to being called both

- Aaron is normally exhausted from blaze doing things that he shouldn’t and aphmau can relate, last week blaze attempted to throw Kai through the window as a way of showing Kai he cares, Kai was shrieking the entire time

- Daniel tends to use puppy eyes to his advantage, only blaze is unaffected

- aphmau makes flower crowns for everybody, the first time she did Daniel ate it and blaze thought it was some sort of dog toy

- Kai is frightened very easily by loud noises, including the vacuum

- aphmau and Aaron have an awkward time introducing blaze, Daniel and Kai to there friends because they where worried about something going wrong

- whenever one of the others are in trouble blaze tends to find them to see if there okay

- Kai is a smart ass when he’s annoyed, you can tell his sarcasm because he tends to hiss

- Aaron attempted to pick up blaze once, blaze squealed like a tiny child and nobody let it go for a week

- Kai tends to fall to the ground when he’s overwhelmed by affection, he collapses at least twice a week

- blaze tends to play fetch with Aaron, it almost always ends up with blaze bringing back Kai or aphmau instead of the ball, Aaron still has no idea how

- Daniel steals food while Aaron is cooking

- aphmau is the person that adopts a cat and then proceeds to chase the cat trying to pat it

- Kai gets jealous of Eli a lot and blaze and Daniel tend to roll around with celestia and Aaron’s dog (can’t remember the name) on the carpet a lot

- aphmau randomly sings frozen songs and the others always join in


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If smut isn’t your thing, check out this fluffy RSJ fic.

A/N: You guys are jerks. I was trying to avoid falling in another hole after Rob, but nooooo RSJ had to keep popping up on my blog. Now I can’t even look at the man without going unf

Summary: Rich directs a Supernatural episode you’re in, but his “directing” isn’t just contained to the set.

Pairing: RSJ x Reader

Warnings: Unprotected smut (be safe), explicit language, bit of spanking, bit of dom!Rich

Word Count: 4330

Tagging: @annoyingobsesivechick @fruitiplierq @jack-of-all-arts @peteachu666 @overcastmisfitkid @thewhiterabbit42 @lenawiinchester @magpiegirl80 @mija-novella @feelmyroarrrr @thatone67chevyimpala @lumenella @crushing83 @laffytaffyhumor @super–who–locked @paddy1219 @riversong-sam @yo-ho-yo-ho-thefandomlifeforme @tas898 @sdavid09 @moonstar86 @jelly-beans-and-gstrings @multi-fan-dom-madness @thebookisbtr @beththedemonhunter @bloodstained-porcelain-doll @dont-hate-relate-pls @lamthetwickster @quinnthepanpin @fizonafan @pepperwoodatnight @owlluver @baritonechick

Originally posted by pepperwoodatnight

The drive to set was more tense than usual. You tapped your fingers on the leather seat, knee bouncing in anticipation as your driver drove through Vancouver. You were taken down the same streets, the same sights greeting you, but the thing that was different was who you’d be seeing on set.

Richard Speight Jr. was your closest friend, the two of you having been around each other since you started doing conventions a few years ago when you became a well-liked character on the show. He was that friend you could tell anything, could joke about anything. There was no awkwardness or uncomfortable quiet moments. There was just you and him, and that was great. For awhile.

You didn’t mean to take a very strong liking to him. You had just gradually fell into the feeling, starting to realize you stared a little too long, laughed a little too hard at a stupid joke, missed him a little too much when you weren’t with him, lingered a little too long when you touched him. You were a mess on the inside, trying to figure out what the hell you were going to do. Would you tell him or let yourself get burned from the intensity of your feelings? You still had no clue.

Rich was directing an episode of Supernatural, one that you were involved in. The thought of Rich at your side for the entire day, directing you, having his attention on you, only made you fidget even more.

“Have a good day,” your driver told you once he parked in the lot outside of the studio.

“Thanks,” you sighed, flashing him a grateful smile before making your way out of the car, your breath visibly puffing due to the chill in the air. You headed for the studio, knowing Rich would want to speak to you before you headed to makeup and wardrobe.

“There she is!” Rich’s voice sounded the second you stepped inside, that cheeky smile of his coaxing your own to appear as you walked right into his arms. He hugged you tightly, hands moving to rub along your arms to warm you up. “We’ve got a busy day ahead of us.”

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Dumb Kids In Love

Originally posted by textuar

Okay, so I may have gotten a little carried away with this one… Let me know what you think & if you would like more imagines like this in the future!💙 

Jax knocked on the front door of her house, rocking back on his heels as he waited for someone to let him in. After only a few seconds, her mom swung the door open. She was putting an earring in while simultaneously fumbling with her car keys. A smile that reminded him so much of her daughter came over her face at the sight of him.

“Hello, Jackson,” she greeted, waving for him to come in. He entered the house, and she kept the door open, one foot already outside. “In kind of a rush. Don’t want to be late for work,” she explained briefly.

“No problem,” Jax assured her.  

“Right. Well, she’s in the backyard. And I’ll be back in a few hours. You two kids have fun!” and with that, she was gone, the front door closing loudly behind her. 

Jax chuckled to himself, pulling out a cigarette from the pack he kept in the front pocket of his jeans. He placed it between his lips, pulling out his lighter as he slowly made his way to the back of the house. Opening the back door, he lit the cigarette, leaning against the house once he got outside.

Sure enough, there she was. Lying across a towel she had set out in the grass. She was quite a vision. Her sun kissed legs seemed to glow in the California heat, her long hair spread out above her in a wave. She was wearing an old shirt that she had cut to accommodate the warm weather, and she had on a pair of black heart shaped sunglasses that made Jax smirk. She had really grown up. It was hard not to notice. He had known her since they were in middle school, and now that they were both seniors in high school, things were definitely different.

She was so wrapped up in the book that she was reading that she hadn’t even taken note of Jax’s presence.

“Good book?” He finally spoke up, taking a toke from his cigarette.

Her head turned to the side at the sound of his voice, a bright smile spreading across her face at the sight of him. “Good enough.”

She closed the book, setting it to the side before rising to her feet and strolling over to Jax. She stood in front of him, pushing her large sunglasses up into her hair. Her bright green eyes stood out in the sun, sparkling as they looked up at him. “Haven’t seen you around much, trouble maker,” she mused, snatching the cigarette from between his fingers and taking a long drag of her own.

Jax watched as she held the smoke for a moment before exhaling. It got in his face a little, but he didn’t even mind. “You shouldn’t smoke.”

Her eyebrows rose in amusement. “Oh, okay. Thanks, Jax. I’ll never even look at another cigarette. You save lives.”

Jax grinned, throwing the cigarette butt onto the ground before crushing it with the toe of his white sneakers. “Glad to be of service.”

He lifted his head, and their eyes met. Held. There was an air of unspoken words. A soft smile graced her face after a few seconds, the dimple in her left cheek making an appearance. “Missed you.”

Jax’s heart ached a little at her words. He had missed her too. More than he would admit. He hadn’t been around for the last 2 and a half weeks; he hadn’t even been going to school. He felt like shit for not even checking in with her during that time, but he couldn’t bring himself to talk to her because he knew it would only make him miss her more. He had to get out of Charming for a while, no matter how brief. Too much shit was going on with his family. Between his father’s death, and Thomas… it was all a little much. Even though he knew that he could confide in her as a best friend, he didn’t want to put that weight on her. It didn’t seem fair.

“Missed you too,” Jax stated lowly, an easy smile turning up the corners of his mouth.

“Can’t just expect me to hang around here, tending to your obnoxious fan club,” she scoffed with a laugh, rolling her eyes. She breezed past him into the house, and he followed after her. He trailed after her as she entered the kitchen, opening the fridge and retrieving a jug of lemonade.

“Sorry about that,” he rolled his lips together, reaching into one of the cabinets and pulling out two glasses.

She shook her head, pouring out the liquid before handing him one of the glasses. “I swear to God, if one more girl came up to me and asked where you were, I thought I was going to lose it,” she teased, sipping her drink.

Jax shrugged a shoulder. “It ain’t easy being so damn cute.”

“Wow. Cute and humble? You’re quite the catch, Teller.” Sarcasm dripped off of every word, and Jax felt the weight that had been on his heart lightening up a little. It always did when he was around his best friend. He chastised himself a little more for not reaching out to her while he was gone.

He set his glass back down on the counter, reaching a hand out for her. She looked at him, setting her own glass down as he pulled her towards him, her eyes full of amusement. He let one hand rest on her hip, the other entwining their fingers together. He pulled her closer so that they’re chest were touching, and she let out a breathy laugh, face alight with curiosity. “What are you up to, weirdo?”

“Dance with me.”

“Jax, there’s no music,” she raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t care,” he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, pulling her even closer so that he could rest his chin on the top of her head. After only a few seconds, he began to sway, slowly making his way around the kitchen. She let out a laugh, and he felt the vibrations against his own body. He grinned.

He stepped back from her from a moment, spinning her around with their linked hands. An amused giggle escaped her lips, and he pulled her back towards him, dipping her dramatically. Her laughter grew louder, her face turning red as he hung her upside down. Slowly lifting her back up, Jax felt like all the things that had been plaguing him over the past month were making their way out of his mind. He was glad to be back with her. Glad to be back with his best friend. Bella. 



Jax sat on the couch, his leg bouncing up and down as he watched TV. Bella was on a date with the guy she had been seeing for a few weeks, and Jax was just wishing that he could focus on literally anything else. Despite the fact that he couldn’t stand that douche bag Bella was dating, he wished that the fact she was out with him didn’t bother him so damn much. But it did. It bothered him to no end.

As if sensing his need for a distraction, the home phone rang. He was home alone that night, so he knew that it couldn’t be anyone from the club, unless something bad had happened over at the garage and they needed help. Jax cleared his throat before answering picking up. “Hello?”


His eyebrows furrowed at the sound of her voice. It was Bella. “You okay?”

She let out a shaky breath, and Jax’s back straightened. Something was wrong. 

Bella,” he urged.

Bella let out a harsh laugh, devoid of humor. “I’m at some fucking gas station in Tacoma. Can you pick me up?”

Jax clenched his jaw. She sounded angry, and he knew she often used anger to cover up whatever else she was feeling. That asshole she had been out with really fucked up. Why else would she be alone at some random gas station in Tacoma?

“Yeah, babe. I’m coming.”

Only about 30 minutes later, Jax’s Harley pulled into the parking lot of the gas station Bella had told him she was at. She was leaning against the small convenience store building, arms crossed across her chest and ankles crossed. At the sight of him, she pushed herself off the wall, walking his way at a brisk pace. Despite the awful circumstances, Jax couldn’t help but take note of how stunning she looked. She was wearing a black quarter-sleeved dress that stopped just above her knee, and a pair of tan flats. Her hair fell all the way down her back in a soft wave, tucked behind her ears so that the pair of rose quartz earrings she was wearing were visible.

As she got closer, Jax could practically feel the anger radiating off of her. She stopped a few steps away from him, her soft features contorted in frustration. “You wouldn’t believe how absolutely fucked up my night has been,” she snapped out, her teeth digging into the corner of her bottom lip. She shrugged on the simple denim jacket that she had draped over her arm, flipping her hair out of the collar.

Jax watched with raised eyebrows as she pulled a joint and a lighter out of the pocket, sticking it between her full pout and lighting it with a frustrated flick of her thumb. She took a long drag, and Jax began to nod slowly. “Wanna tell me about it?”

Her blazing green eyes flashed to his. There was a line between her brows, the one that always formed when she was thinking too hard or just damn right frustrated. Jax wanted to reach out and smooth it with his thumb.

“Ryan ditched me,” she stated as she exhaled her smoke, her eyes leaving his to look out into the street behind him.

Jax ground his teeth together. “Where did he go?”

Bella shrugged a shoulder. “Probably back to Charming to fuck the girl he’s been seeing behind my back.”


“I should’ve known,” she sighed with a shake of her head. “That asshole thinks girls should just bow at his goddamn feet.”

“Don’t do that,” Jax managed to get out, trying hard to not sound as pissed as he felt. “It’s not your fault he’s such a prick.”

Bella’s eyes met his baby blue ones again, a tight-lipped smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes appearing before she took another toke of her joint. “Right,” she dismissed shortly, flicking the rest of the joint onto the ground. She only smoked when she needed to take the edge off, and she didn’t feel like right now was the best time to get high.

“Let’s go then,” she said, nodding towards his bike.

She went to step around him, but he caught her wrist in his hand. There was a moment of expectant silence. Jax turned his body so he was facing her, and he tugged on her wrist a little. Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, he could see the hurt behind the tough exterior she was sporting. He placed her chin between his thumb and index finger, making her look at him. Really look at him.

“You deserve better than him. Or any other dickhead for that matter.”


“No,” he stated firmly, holding her eyes. He didn’t let her interrupt – not this time. “I’m serious, Bella. No asshole deserves you. Unless they can give you the fucking moon, because that’s exactly what you deserve.”

Bella’s eyes filled with tears, and a brilliant smile spread across her face. Full dimples and everything. She let out a laugh, and Jax did the same, shaking his head in droll amusement.

“Thank you,” she murmured sincerely, going up on her tiptoes. She rested a hand softly against the side of his face, her lips pressing a soft, slow kiss to his cheek. She let her lips linger there for a moment, and Jax closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of her mouth against his skin.

Breaking the moment, she pulled away, her fingers tugging on his earlobe in a playful manner. “C’mon, trouble maker. Take me home.”



The heavy bass of the music filled the room, the strong scent of booze and cigarettes invading everyone’s senses. Laughter floated throughout the clubhouse, the night alive with possibility. It was Bella’s 21st birthday, and they were doing it up big. No one expected any less.

She was at the bar with Jax and Opie, bouncing on her toes as they all continued to down shots. She threw her 4th one to the back of her throat, placing the shot glass back on the bar with an excited laugh, her nose scrunching with the force of it. Opie coughed a little, chuckling at Bella’s excitement. It wasn’t as if she had never drank before, because she most definitely had. She was just ecstatic about what the night held for her.

“That’s how it’s done,” Jax’s grin was impossibly large as he looked at Bella.

Opie shook his head at his brother. It was as though neither of them even noticed the thing that was obvious to the rest of them. It had been obvious ever since high school, and nothing had changed. But they were all still left baffled as to why the hell the two crazy kids hadn’t gotten together yet.

Bella returned Jax’s grin at full wattage. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes practically beaming. She slapped her hand down on the bar, getting the bar tender’s attention. “Another round!”

“Take it easy there, tiger. Don’t want you passin’ out on us,” Jax joked, giving an appreciative nod to the bar tender as he sat their shots out in front of them.

“Don’t bring me down, Jackson,” Bella chastised, wagging her eyebrows. The three of them all downed yet another shot, their throats burning as the alcohol made its way down.

Opie brought a hand down on Bella’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze to get her attention. “I’m gonna talk to Chibs,” he lowly slurred, pressing a rough kiss to her temple before making his way across the room to the highly intoxicated Scott.

Bella diverted her attention to Jax now, biting down on her bottom lip in excitement.

“What’s the plan now, birthday girl?”

Bella tilted her head to the side, as though considering it. “Birthday present,” she finally said.

Birthday present?” Jax repeated.

She hummed in confirmation. “You said you’d give it to me today. So unless you forgot to get me something, I’m pretty sure you owe me a present, Teller.”

Jax let out a breath. “Yeah, okay. Fair enough.” He looked around the room, figuring their absence wouldn’t really be noticed if they left for a few minutes. “Follow me.”

He took her by the hand, both of them trying not to trip over their own feet and the other people crowding the clubhouse. Making their way to the dorm rooms, Jax pushed his way through the door to his room, tugging Bella in behind him. She squeezed his hand before letting go, looking around the room as though he had done something different with it. “Bring me back here to seduce me, Jax?”

Jax snorted, opening his bedside drawer and pulling out a small item that was wrapped in brown paper. “Was thinking about it. But I have some decency.”

Bella scoffed. “That’s news to me.”

He thrust the package in her direction, watching as she took it before sitting on the edge of the bed. Her bright green eyes flashed up to him, and he smiled in encouragement. Carefully ripping the paper away, a line formed between Bella’s eyebrows as the gift came into view. It was a beaten up copy of Catcher In The Rye. She looked up at Jax, as though waiting for an explanation.

He cleared his throat. “You were reading that the day I came back from Washington during senior year. You were lying out in the backyard of your old house, remember?” Bella nodded slowly, her lips parting before he continued. “It’s the exact copy. Had to dig through a few boxes of your old shit, but I managed to find it,” he laughed, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck. “Open it.”

Bella was already feeling a little dizzy by the sentiment of the gift, but she gingerly opened the cover, taking hold of the photo that fell out. It was a picture of her and Jax when they were just teenagers. She was wearing short levi cut-offs, and a white bikini top. He was dressed in a pair of baggy jeans, his torso bare. The two of them were leaning against a tree, basking in the shade of it. Her head was tilted back, her eyes closed. Jax’s head was turned to the side as he looked at her, an easy smile gracing his features. Bella let out a sad laugh, remembering that day. It was hotter than all hell, and the two of them had just got done doing some yard work for Gemma. Bella didn’t even know that this picture existed.

Flipping it over, she felt her stomach tighten. “Jackson and Bella, two dumb kids in love. Summer – 1994”

“Kinda crazy,” Jax chuckled after a few drawn out moments. Bella nodded dumbly, not really knowing what to say.

“Jackson –“ she started.

He held a hand up. “Don’t mention it. Really. We’re all good, darlin’.”

Bella’s responsive nod made both of them laugh. He was standing in front of her, and she tilted her head back to look at him. She scrunched her nose teasingly and Jax stuck his tongue out at her. She scoffed, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly as she hooked her fingers into his belt loops mindlessly. “You’re such a fucking child.”

“Oh yeah?” Jax challenged, taking a few unconscious steps forward as she tugged on his belt loops.

“Definitely,” Bella confirmed, the corners of her mouth twisting.

“Huh. Well I think you have the wrong idea, babe.”



They were both laughing, the alcohol catching up with them a little bit. Their laughter didn’t falter as they somehow seemed to get closer to each other, and before either one of them knew what was going on, Jax’s hands were on either side of her face, his lips only a whisper away from hers. The laughter died out a little, and Jax’s eyes were glued to Bella’s lush mouth.

“I think we might be a little drunk,” Bella mused lowly.

Jax swallowed. “Maybe.”

Definitely,” Bella corrected with a breathy laugh, touching her tongue to her upper lip.

“A little dizzy,” Jax commented, his thumb rubbing against her cheekbone.


“Yeah, that too.”

Bella gave a jerky nod, and suddenly, they were kissing. His lips were on hers, her bottom lip slotting between his as though that was where it was meant to be all along. Jax’s hands moved from the sides of her face to tangle into her soft hair, the action causing her to push her lips harder against his with a hungry little noise. He groaned, wanting nothing more than to coax the sound out of her again and again. He wasn’t even sure how they started kissing, or why, but it felt so fucking right. Like kissing her was what he should have been doing since the day he met her.

Breaking away from the kiss, Bella gasped, leaning her forehead against his. “Jax,” she started breathlessly, words failing her.

“Kiss me, Bella,” he spoke lowly, his eyes still closed, his breathing shallow. “Just a little longer. Please,” he murmured, the sound of his voice not doing great things for her self-control.

She had handfuls of his t-shirt, and her grip tightened momentarily. She shook her head. “We can’t.”

“Don’t say that,” he rasped. “Don’t say that.”

“Jax,” she whispered, her heart beating erratically. “We can’t do this.”

His eyes finally opened, his blue irises filled with a certain desperation. “Yes we can.”

“I’m leaving soon, and –“

“I’ll go with you,” he interrupted, as though it was the simplest thing in the world.

“No,” Bella stated softly. He wasn’t thinking straight. She knew that. “You can’t. You have to stay here. The club is in your blood,” she practically recited, hating the way the words tasted on her lips. But the flirt on their breath and the passion between them almost made it seem like a real possibility, if only for a moment.

“Stay then,” he breathed. “Stay.”

“Jackson,” she said around the lump in her throat. “I can’t. I can’t stay here.”

Her statement brought both of them back to the harsh reality of what their lives really were. Jax slowly pulled away, straightening his back and adjusting his kutte. Bella gazed up at him, tears standing out in her eyes. She hated this. This wasn’t the goodbye she wanted to give him. This isn’t the way she expected to leave things.

“I know,” he finally said, a small, sad smile turning up the corners of his lips. “I know you can’t.”

This town had brought her too much pain. Too much heart-ache. She had so much ahead of her in life, and he would always resent himself a little if he was the reason she decided to stay in this dead-end town. He couldn’t do that to her. He loved her too much. She stood up from the bed, straightening out her shirt and running a hand through her long hair. Their eyes met – green against blue – and the air around them seemed to get lighter. Almost simultaneously, they both let out loud laughs, as if the whole situation was the most ridiculous thing ever.

Bella pressed her hands to her flushed face, shaking her head at the whole fucking thing. How typical.

When their laughter finally died down, Jax flashed her a charming grin. “You’ll call me everyday, right?”

“Everyday. I’ll call you so often that you’ll get sick of me after the first month.”


“Guess we’ll have to see about that, Teller.”



Bella stepped off the plane, her hands already beginning to shake. It had been a long time. Too long. But all the shit that had happened in the last five years didn’t seem to matter right now, because she was back in Charming. Back in the town she wasn’t sure she’d ever see again. She hadn’t even talked to Jax, her old best friend, in a little over a year. He had gotten caught up with all of the club shit, and they just ended up falling out of touch. As sad as it was, Bella forced herself to not think about it as much as she once did. It was the past, and she knew there was no real point in making herself sad about it any longer. She was back in Charming for a reason, and spending time worrying about Jax Teller wasn’t that reason.

When she had all of her luggage and was in the taxi she had called to take her to the motel she was going to be staying in, she exhaled an exhausted breath, leaning her forehead against the cool glass of the window while letting her eyes slip closed. Bella didn’t know what her visit to Charming had in store for her, but she could only try to prepare herself for the worst. 


 An old blue ’67 Impala pulled into the parking lot of Teller-Morrow, catching Jax’s attention. The old car reminded him of high school. It was the car that Bella’s mom used to drive. He hadn’t really seen her around since Bella left all those years ago, but he never really thought to go check in with her. He didn’t want to be reminded of Bella - to be reminded of losing her.

Watching the car with wary eyes, Jax nearly choked on his own spit when he saw the woman with familiar long brown hair step out into the lot. She was wearing a baggy green sweatshirt, and a pair of slightly distressed jeans. She turned her head in the direction of the garage, as if she was looking for someone. When he saw her face, Jax felt like the wind had been knocked out of him.  She was just as beautiful as she was the day she left Charming.

Before his brain could catch up with his feet, Jax found himself walking her way, his eyes locked on her. He was sure she hadn’t noticed him yet, because she was looking towards the clubhouse with that line between her brows.

Jax’s throat felt like it was full of cotton. When he was only just a few feet in front of her, the sound of his footsteps finally caught her attention. Her eyes snapped to him, and Jax’s heart nearly ached at the wave of nostalgia that washed over him at the sight of her warm green eyes.

Instead of making things awkward, Bella offered him a small grin. “Hey, stranger.”

Jax swallowed. “Hey, trouble maker,” he shot back, the exchange making his heart ache even more than it had been before. He rubbed his knuckles against his chest, willing for it to go away.

“How’ve you been?”

“I’ve – uh – I’ve been pretty good.”

Bella raised a brow, her eyes flicking to the patch on his kutte that read V. President. “I can see that.”

“Right. It’s not a big deal or anything,” Jax dismissed half-heartedly.

She let out a laugh, the sound making Jax’s heart jump in his chest. “Don’t give me that shit. The club was all you ever wanted. I’m happy for you,” she trailed off, her mind going back to the night of her 21st birthday when they had almost this same conversation. The club was in his blood.

“Why are you back in town?” He asked, unable to contain himself. He had to know if she was just visiting or if she was back for good.

Bella looked down at the keys she held in her hands, fidgeting with them a little. “My mom is getting pretty bad. Had to come see her. Arrange some things.”

Jax felt like shit. He didn’t even know that her mom was sick. What the hell was wrong with him? “I’m sorry,” he said sincerely. He reached out to place a hand on her shoulder, both of their eyes following his hand. The contact made Bella want to wrap herself in the safety of him and never come out.

Shaking out of that state of mind, Bella waved her hand. “Don’t even worry about it. I actually, um, came here for Opie.”

That shocked Jax. “Opie?”

“Yeah,” Bella laughed, as though she couldn’t really believe it either. “We’ve kind of been talking lately. Said he’d come down to the hospital with me. My mom is more than excited to see him,” she rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

“Oh,” Jax said dumbly, for lack of better things to say. “Well he’s just back in the clubhouse. You can go in if you want.”

Bella offered him a stunning smile. “Thanks Jax.”

As she walked in the other direction, Jax kicked himself for not saying anything else. “Bel?” He called out to her.

She stopped, looking at him over her shoulder, waiting for him to continue.

“Wanna get a drink later? Catch up?”

She seemed to consider his offer for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. Sounds good.”


 “There’s no way!” Bella laughed loudly, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth.

“Wish I was joking,” Jax chuckled, circling his finger around the rim of his beer bottle.

“Too bad I wasn’t there,” she came down from her laughing fit, taking a sip of her own beer.

“Yeah,” Jax’s sad eyes met hers momentarily. “Too bad.”

There was a moment of silence that stretched between them. Everything that they hadn’t said in the last 5 years seemed to come to the front of their minds. So many unspoken words, so many lost hopes.

The corners of Bella’s mouth twisted, and she looked away. “It’s getting kind of late. I should get going.”

Jax ran a hand over his hair before rubbing the back of his neck. “Probably a good idea. Where’re you staying?”

“Some shit hole motel right at the edge of town,” Bella scoffed, standing up and shrugging on the black hoodie she had brought with her.

“Want me to follow you over?” He offered, not liking the idea of her staying in some shady motel that wasn’t even close by.

“You my bodyguard now, Teller?”

He shrugged a shoulder. “Might be a good gig. God knows how much trouble you get yourself into.”

Bella laughed. “I guess that’s fair.”


They slowly made their way up the stairs, talking and exchanging dumb stories. Seeing Bella’s bright smile and hearing her contagious laughter after all these years made it feel like Jax had never even been apart from her. Not even for a second.

The two of them finally made it to the door of her room, and Bella pulled the room key out of her pocket, leaning her shoulder against the doorframe. “It was good seeing you, Jax,” she said, goodbye heavy on her breath.

Jax tried not to look as disappointed as he felt. “Yeah, Bel. Always a pleasure.”

“Such a gentlemen,” she mocked.

“For you? Always,” Jax teased. But there was something else behind his words. Something that made both of them ache with longing.

Bella diverted her eyes. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime. When the stars align and all that.”

Jax cracked a grin. “Sure, darlin’. I’ll be seeing you.”

With that, she slid her room key into the slot of the doorknob, turning the handle when the light turned green. Jax gave her a short nod before turning away, making his way back towards the staircase. He hated this. Hated that she had to leave again. Hated that he wasn’t doing something. The sudden thought stopped him in his tracks. He wasn’t letting this shit happen again. No. He had gone without her for too fucking long.

He turned back around, taking fast steps in her direction. She was only half way into her room when he made it to her. He placed a hand on the back of her neck, the other one going to her hip, and suddenly, his lips were on hers. The kiss was hot and languid, their lips moving together slowly. It brought back everything that they had been feeling from the very beginning, and suddenly they were both dumb kids again. Dumb kids in love.

Bella’s hands grasped the front of his kutte, tugging him further into her, and he let out a low noise of pleasure.

As fast as it started, it stopped, Bella parting their locked lips with a shuttered breath. “Jax-“

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Jax interrupted, ignoring whatever she was about to say. It wasn’t important. And he didn’t want her saying those things that she said all those years ago. He wanted this. Needed this. He shook his head in a rush. “I’ve thought that since our first day of high school. You came over to the house, pissed off that your favorite pair of Chuck Taylor’s had a hole in them,” he cut himself off with a choked laugh. “You were so worried about your damn shoes that you didn’t even notice you had dirt on your cheek,” he swiped his thumb across her cheek as though he was reliving the memory. “I reached over to wipe it off and you smiled at me. It was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen.” He clenched his jaw, shaking his head. “Don’t leave again. Don’t.”

Bella’s eyes were filled with tears waiting to spill out. “I love you,” she whispered, so low that he almost didn’t even hear her. Nothing else in that moment seemed to matter. The years seemed to melt away. Bella didn’t care about anything else. Didn’t care about her problems, or what the future was going to bring. What mattered was that moment. Nothing but that moment.

A blinding smile transformed Jax’s face at her words, and he let out a watery chuckle. “God,” he breathed. “I love you too. I love you so fucking much.”

With that, they were kissing again, the world around them disappearing.

And finally: Blaze! The latest Misfit!

Blaze is gorgeous! I loved her design as soon as I saw her and I wanted her to join one of the bands so badly. Little did I know that that was their actual plan with her from the start! I also love that the fact she’s a transgender woman is not the central part of her character. They did a fantastic job at avoiding tokenism with her. When you think of Blaze you mainly think of her as the one of the nicest and talented members of the Misfits (along with Stormer, of course <3) and one of the people Clash loves and cares about the most.