and the station needs some money

Summer Camp

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 4800


“I’m sorry.”

“For what? Not helping me with the table or being a dick to me the last month?” Y/N snaps, grabbing a fist full of his shirt.

Harry presses his lips in a line, he’s trying his hardest not to laugh. Y/N didn’t seem like the type to swear and she looked cute when she got mad. Her nose would flare in anger and she would let out an annoyed sigh. Her hand moved from his shirt to his arm and she gripped it tightly (and Harry felt like maybe, just maybe, it was supposed to hurt him).

“You’re cute when you’re mad,” Harry chuckles.

“And you’re cute when you’re not a fucking asshole,” Y/N retorts.

Harry laughs, his grip on her tighten slightly as he lets out a huge and loud laugh, “oi! What was that for?” he asks when he feels a sting on his arm.

“For being mean to me the last month, what did I do?” Y/N asks.

“Yeh did nothing,” Harry says, and he feels Y/N’s hand smack his arm again, “okay-fuck, you’re strong for such a little thing,” he grumbles, “I heard you talking about me to the rest, laughing, saying you would never date me-oi! That’s the last one you get, next one, I leave you here and you can hop all the way up the path on your own.”


Harry works at a summer camp where he really hates kids and people, but Y/N is an exception.

Harry hated people.

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Signal Boost

Hey, I need help making rent. My rent is $375, and in a few days I’ll have $50.00 towards it. I’m disabled and I can’t hold down most jobs because of that. I’m trying to see if I can handle a job working at a gas station during the night shift, but so far I’ve not been called back for the second interview. If you could send some money my way to help, I’d really appreciate it.

readerofmanyworlds  asked:

Do you happen to know why so many papers thought all the Titanic passengers were safe?

At 8:27 pm the night after the ship sank a wireless message apparently signed White Star Line was received saying “Titanic proceeding to Halifax, passengers will probably land there Wednesday all safe” was received by Congressman Hughes of West Virginia. Who sent this message, if it was indeed one single message and not a confused mix-up of several messages, is unknown.

So, first, wireless telegraphs were what were being relied on, and most papers basically ‘played telephone’, relaying the same information over and over from few sources. There was an order of precedence in general for telegraphic messages aboard the ships: first, ship service messages; second, personal telegraphs; and finally, press news telegraphs. 

Because of the volume of traffic, President Taft eventually ordered that all wireless activity that wasn’t from the Navy to be silenced so the Carpathia (which carried all those who were rescued) could get it’s telegraphs through. Still finding that there were little information being received, he asked a Naval ship to contact the Carpathia and find out what was going on, but due to miscommunication (different types of Morse code - American and British - basically a language barrier) this was mostly a waste of time. 

Another reason was that it took three days for the Carpathia to reach the dock in New York, so there were no personal interviews conducted before the 18th, which left some people holding out hope. 

Then, the White Star Line was roundly admonished for giving false information or withholding what they knew, although they claimed that this was solely because, while they had it on good authority that the ship had gone down and had an approximate number of passengers saved, they wanted to confirm with the Carpathia’s captain to prevent undue anguish to the relatives of those who might possibly still be alive or give false hope to those who had lost someone. 

The fact that J. Bruce Ismay (president of the White Star line) sent multiple telegraphs from the Carpathia asking that the Cedric (another White Star liner) be held up in New York to await the Carpathia’s arrival to carry himself and the surviving crew of the Titanic back to England at the first possible moment was considered suspect and senate subpoenas were issued that blocked this move.

There were also reports that the wireless messages stating the Titanic was safe were from amateur pranksters.

The Eagle, Bryan, Texas, April 16, 1912

The Scranton Truth, Pennsylvania, April 16, 1912

Nevada State Journal, Reno, Nevada, April 16, 1912

The Buffalo Commercial, New York, April 22, 1912

Finally, it was speculated that employees of Marconi Wireless Company, specifically Chief Engineer Sammis, and possibly the inventor Marconi himself, in collusion with the two wireless operators aboard the Carpatha, were involved in withholding the information in order to profit off the details of the sinking by selling the exclusive rights to the New York Times. Both operators, Cottam and Bride, gave their exclusive stories and received $750 and $1000 respectively from the New York Times thanks to Sammis.

Marconi said that, while he did say the operators were free to make as much money as they could from the story, he certainly never ordered them to withhold any information. 

The San Francisco Call, California, April 26, 1912

It was said that Sammis had ordered the telegraph operators aboard the Carpathia to “keep your mouth shut” and it was speculated that this was a gag order about the Titanic sinking in general. However, these messages were sent to the Carpathia only about an hour and a half before they docked. 

Sammis admitted it was true he’d authorized the telegrams in his name and helped set up the meeting with the reporters, but that he had only meant for the operators to not tell anyone about their personal experiences before speaking to the journalists, and justified his actions by claiming that he did it with the best of intentions. He said he was only trying to help the operators, one who had taken part in the rescue and one who survived the sinking, to make the most money possible, that he was trying to “spruce the men up, make them feel happy”, that he had done “nothing he was ashamed of”.

He was also asked if he had ordered the operators to keep quiet before this, to which he answered no, that there were 150 - 200 other vessels that also needed to use the stations and that it would be unfair for the Carpathia to monopolize them all the time, especially because the Carpathia’s messages needed to be retransmitted by another ship to reach shore some of the time. Cottam, the Carpathia’s wireless operator, also denied he’d been asked to “kill any message regarding the Titanic story” by Sammis or anyone else.

The Topeka Daily Capital, Kansas, April 18, 1912

Many of the messages sent to the Carpathia from people asking for updates went unanswered. Marconi himself had sent a multiple messages to the Carpathia asking why no news was forthcoming, about whether people like Astor, Guggenheim, and Isidor Straus had been rescued, and received no answer. Even the President’s request for information, specifically about Archibald Butt, was ignored (although that one wasn’t signed in his name - they probably would’ve answered it if it had been!).

Marconi explained that this was probably because the Carpathia’s operators were busy sending personal messages to victim’s friends and family members. The Senate inquiry cast doubt over this, wondering why they would pointedly avoid answering messages from the owner of the company that employed them, and that it seemed that the operators were not doing very much telegraphing during these days at all - although Sammis reported the two men had sent upwards of 5000 words or 500 separate personal messages. 

Harold Cottam gave testimony at the inquiry that he hadn’t been answering any requests for information because he was busy with official traffic and passengers personal messages (like Marconi said and like protocol demanded).

Cottam recounted that on Tuesday, after 36 hours with no sleep and almost 24 hours of constant telegraphing, he fell asleep at the job because he was so exhausted. Harold Bride, the second operator of the Titanic, came to relieve him, despite injuries to both of his feet and his back. He had been resting in the Carpathia’s hospital. From that time Bride continued to help Cottam, preparing messages to be sent and taking over when Cottam rested.

10 Little Everyday Things You Can Do To Help The Environment

Look, you don’t have to be a radical eco-warrior to make a positive impact on the environment. By introducing even a couple of these simple habits into your everyday life, you can help make our planet into a cleaner, healthier place.

1. Don’t drive a bulldozer through the forest to get to work: Think twice next time you have the urge to cut through the forest on your bulldozer in the morning to shave a few minutes off your commute. Or, at the very least, consider plowing through the woods in a more energy-efficient vehicle.

2. Reuse your hats instead of throwing them away at the end of the day: Even though it’s a little inconvenient, wearing the same hat two or even three times before throwing it away can do a lot of good for the planet.

3. Turn off the lights every time you blink: You don’t need light when you’re blinking since your eyes are closed, so why not quickly switch the lights off and then back on every time you blink? It’s a great way to save power, and it helps you save some money, too. All you have to do is station yourself near your light switch at all times, and you’re ready to go!

4. Buy used beef: If more people bought secondhand beef instead of brand-new beef, we could cut global carbon emissions by upwards of 25 percent every year. Next time you need some beef, check eBay or thrift stores before buying it fresh.

5. Spend just one hour a week geoengineering: It’s only 60 minutes of your time, but it makes a huge difference in the long run. Seeding just one cloud with aerosolized sulphur or fertilizing just a single square mile of the ocean with a few tons of phytoplankton-attracting iron could offset thousands of pounds of carbon dioxide. That’s definitely worth it!

6. Only kill as many polar bears as you can eat: With climate change destroying their habitat at an alarming rate, polar bears are becoming increasingly endangered. That’s why it’s important to only harvest the number of them that you need to eat every day and not a single polar bear more.

7. Tip over any garbage trucks you see: Garbage trucks thrive on our trash and actively encourage wasteful consumption habits. But if we tip them all over so they can’t go around collecting trash, people will have no choice but to start recycling more. Bonus if you can tip the garbage trucks into a pond or levee, where there are plenty of hungry fish who’d be eager to feast on all the discarded bags of food scraps that would otherwise end up rotting in a landfill.

8. Plant a tree for each time you use your computer: If you’re taking from Mother Nature, it’s only fair that you give back. Planting a tree after each time you use your computer will not only help the environment, but will make you think twice next time you unnecessarily want to check an email.

9. Resist filling any parts of your car with gas that aren’t the gas tank: While it’s admittedly a nice luxury to have a glove box or backseat full of fresh, warm petroleum, filling up the interior of your car with gas is a treat you should think twice about before indulging in, as it is actually fairly wasteful and harmful to the environment.

10. Never exhale: This one’s so easy there’s no reason not to do it. By only inhaling and never exhaling, you can easily reduce the carbon emissions coming from your mouth to zero.

solartumble  asked:

Here is a simple yet deep question: Why do rogues / thieves steal in D&D and other settings? At some point they have more than enough gold to buy everything they desire, so what would keep them going? All I can think of would be the adrenaline.

There are many many answers to this question, which is indeed simple yet deep. :) Here are a few:

  • Hey, did you know that in early D&D editions, coins looted were converted to XP gained, at a 1:1 ratio? Few play with that rule any more, but the mentality hasn’t died out completely. :)
  • To an extent, rogues keep stealing for the same reason adventurers keep adventuring - and looting corpses and robbing graves and emptying dungeons from their valuables.
  • For the players, quite simply because that’s the game. (At least if they choose to play like that, it’s not obligatory; common, yes, obligatory no.)
  • For the characters, motives range from “because we’re greedy assholes”, to “we got to cover the expenses of this expedition” to “we have no idea how to make a living like normal people” to “we need these expensive items to save the world, so we need gold to buy them”.
  • As your station/level rises, so do your expenses. At lvl 1 all you need is food, ammunition, and a bit of ale. Then you get enough coin to buy a potion, and you buy it, and whoops, you’re broke again. Then you get some more money, and spend it on fancy sword. And so on. At high levels, you may need gold to build a keep, pay contacts, bribe officials, buy a ship - that’s a lot of bling! And if you can go to the Magic Mart and buy better and better magic items, well, you can guess where all that money goes.
  • People in general don’t seek wealth just to survive. They also seek it to show off, gain power and influence, attract a mate, groom an heir, fill the void in their cold empty hearts - lots of reasons, and these are just the selfish ones.
  • Rogues don’t have to keep stealing at higher levels, and often don’t. They can use their skills just for adventuring (infiltrate a cult, steal an artifact, sleight of hand the hierophant’s unholy symbol, forge some important documents).
  • The thrill of the heist is a pretty big deal actually. :)
  • I once had a character who began her life of crime by stealing apples. Several levels and buckets of gold later, she’d stopped thieving altogether except for missions, and would buy everything she needed, leaving large tips and all. But she never payed for apples, she always stole those. She didn’t need to, but it was a quirk, a reminder, a little rite that asserted her sense of identity.
  • Our sense of identity beats our common sense every fucking time.
  • It’s a great sense of achievement and self-worth to evolve from a street rat who cuts purses and palms rings to an accomplished cat-burglar who fears no guards or magical alarms and specialises in art heists.
  • Still in the Thieves’ Guild? They still want their cut.
  • Sometimes you just get that irrational urge to out-bling Strahd. (True story, that one).

(image credits: Sia-chan)

i feel like at some point the fake ah crew is going to get bored with heists for large sums of money. at some point, they’re going to be so rich that a 50k heist is barely a drop in the bucket.

and maybe the logical progression here is to heist for expensive artwork, or priceless jewels, or something along that vein, but.

i kind of like the idea that they set up elaborate heists just to fuck around.

like “we need to BREAK INTO THE POLICE STATION…to steal officer sorola’s stapler from his desk again because he gets so pissed and it’s hilarious.” 

“we’re going to INFILTRATE THE HIGH-SECURITY BANK…to draw dicks on as many pre-circulated dollars as possible.”

“here’s the final plan for SNEAKING INTO THE WAREHOUSE OF THE MOST DANGEROUS KINGPIN IN LOS SANTOS…so we can wallpaper the place with beyoncé posters.”

anonymous asked:

This might sound like a stupid question and I'm only asking because every time I tried to ask someone it never gets answered, but how do you pay for gas? I see the signs that say like "$2.13 per gallon" but when my mom sends me in to pay for her, she tells me to say "$20 on pump 2" and I always hear people complain about the cost. I always thought you pay for $20 worth of it but I was always confused about the per gallon part. Again, sorry this is a dumb question

This is not a dumb question! And where are you paying $2.13/gallon because that is HELLA cheap.

Gas prices change varying on supply and demand in the economy. In a single year, gas can fluctuate in price anywhere from $1.00 to $2.00, depending on what is going on in the oil industry. The best you can do is to find the cheapest gas in your area, and take you car there.

Let’s talk gallons. Each car holds a specific number of gallons, so there isn’t really a blanket rule for how many gallons of gas you should be purchasing. I have a 2005 Subaru Forrester and my car has about 10 gallons, but newer cars can have anywhere from 12-15 gallons in their tank, depending on size. So when you hear the phrase “$2.13 per gallon”, it literally means that you’re paying $2.13 per each gallon in your car. 

So if you car is older like mine and has only 10 gallons (and we’re working with the $2.13/per gallon pricing) “filling up the tank” means spending a total of $21.30. “Filling up the tank” on a car with 12 gallons means spending $25.56. You just have to multiply the price per gallon. 

It’s also very rare that you would need to fill every single one of those gallons, because most people make it to the gas station with some amount of gas still left in their car. There’s a gage on the let side of the dashboard that tells you how much gas in left in the tank, and newer cars often warn their driver when gas starts getting low using dashboard lights. Most often you’ll end up at the gas station with some amount of gas left, so then you just have to pay the difference.

I rarely end up filling my tank because I use a gas budget and only like to spend $15 per fill up. Sometimes that gets me a full tank of gas, sometimes it doesn’t. I also use a Stop & Shop gas rewards card, so sometimes I’ll get 20 cents off a gallon which is a nice savings.

Pumping Gas

1. First, you need to know which side of your car has the gas tank access. This is the side of the car that needs to be facing the pumping station. The gas tank access looks like this…

2. Next, open your gas tank access by pulling up on the lever inside your car. The lever has a cute little picture of a gas tank on it. It’s placed differently in each car, but in most cars it’s on the bottom left hand side of the driver’s seat. You can pull this lever before or after turning your car off. Don’t keep your car on while pumping gas.

3. Once you open the little door, step outside of the car and walk around to the pump. If you want to pay with cash, you’ll need to speak to a gas station attendant and have them put the money on the pump. If you want to pay with a credit/debit card, you should be able to pay at the pump.

It’s worth mentioning that some gas stations charge a slightly inflated rate when you pay using a credit/debit card. I rarely have cash on me, so I always pay with a card. 

Some gas stations won’t let you pay at the pump, regardless of your payment method. But they’ll have signs posted telling you to go inside the gas station and to speak to someone.

4. Unscrew the cap covering the gas tank. 

5. Select what type of gas you want. Push the number of the pump that you want to select it. Regular is cheapest, and unless you have a fancy car that specifically requires fancy gas, use regular. Some gas stations don’t specify “regular”, “plus”, or “premium”. In this case, you would need to choose the pump with the lowest number.

6. Move the gas pump off of the machine and put it in your car. Push the lever down to begin pumping.

7. If you paid with cash, the pump will automatically stop pumping at whatever amount of money you paid. You will notice that the pump will begin to slow down as you approach said number. For example, if you paid $20, the pump will start to slow down when you hit $19. 

8. If you paid using a card, you have to manually stop pumping gas. Just release pressure on the lever when you want to stop, and remove the pump. And don’t stress about “overfilling” the gas tank- the pump will actually lock up and prevent you from pumping any additional gas when the tank fills completely. 

And voila! Hope this helps!

DEH Traveling HCs (Sincerely Three)


-Being completely real here, he would totally wing this trip. No plan. No prep.

-And that comes back to bite him in the ass. Many times.

-On the trip there would be major PDA. Around your friends he would keep it on the down low but these are strangers and he doesn’t care about them.

-Kisses, neck kisses, kiSSeS, cuddles, miiighhht grab your butt but only if you were okay with it.

-In the car/plane/bus/whatever the fuck you would share earbuds or listen to music together. He’d let you choose the music. He can be a gentlemen. You play music you know he likes.

-He would be totally chill on planes/trains/etc. except if someone like bumps into you and then shit goES fUcKinG dOwN

-Would struggle to keep his cool if there was a wailing baby on the plane.

“You want one of those things??”

“That thing is a human, Connor. You’re acting like you were totally silent as a baby.”

-In the car, he would probably drive. But you would switch off because both of you need sleep and shit.

-honestly this dude would get pissed all the time. Frustration. Station.

-Don’t even get me started on if one of you lost something. He might actually kill someone.

-even if it was something as small as like a charger or a shirt or some shit.

-like at the hotel or somewhere he’s screaming at the receptionist and you’re trying to stop him


“connor its no big deal, we can get another charger-”


-This bitch would probably want to spend minimal money. Don’t even mention souvenirs. They aren’t important to him.

-He likes taking pictures more than buying shit. They’re custom to you both. Usually they’re just of you or the scenery. He doesn’t think he’s photogenic but let’s be honest he really is, at least when he’s with you

-You convince him to take pictures with you so you could have pictures of you two.

-He would wrap an arm around your waist when you were walking somewhere.

-When you get home he flops on the couch or bed or some shit and groans. Probably falling straight asleep. You crawl next to him and fall asleep too. Cuddles. Pure.

(Has been made into an imagine here)

(Disclaimer: I have a hc that Evan has a fear of planes, oh boy)

-Beforehand he would have everything planned out. When I say everything, I mean everything.

-Then you would not follow said plan. At all.

-He would totally hold your hand or cuddle or some shit on the trip.

-If it was a road trip he would probably offer to drive but honestly driving long distances makes him want to throw up. You would probably take the wheel.

-Then he would guilt you into letting him drive for a few miles so you could rest. PuRE

-But God help him if you were flying

-Evan would be fidgeting like crazy at the gate and you would like try and calm him down

“Evan, it’s gonna be okay.”

“But what if an engine gives out and we spiral down into the ocean and DROWN?”

“That’s not going to happen-”


-Then after you spend awhile reassuring him you actually get to your seats on the plane. Oh shit.

-He’s sitting in the isle seat because looking out the window might actually give him a stroke.

-Evan’s low key hyperventilating and you’re just holding his hand and reassuring him.

-Then the plane starts to move and he death grips your hand like holy shit ouch. Where’d he get all this muscle from all of the sudden??

-His eyes are squeezed shut and he starts holding his breath when it’s starting to get rlly fast.

-Then the plane touches off the ground and he exhales and you’RE sO fuCkInG reLIeveD. There were a solid five seconds where you thought he might pass out holy shit.

-Eventually he opens his eyes and sees the window-blind thingy is open and just croaks for you to close it.

-Of course you close it and then he instantly feels better, but he’s still low key freaking out.

-You take out your phone and give him your earbuds so he can listen to some music anD CaLM tF dOWn.

-You just lay your head on his shoulder and you two would hold hands.

-During turbulence he’d screw his eyes shut and squeeze your hand. Not a death grip but you could feel it.

-You just plant kisses on his shoulder and all over his face and he calms down eventually.

-Face kisses make him laugh and happy and PURE.

-You would fall asleep on and off and he’d snap a picture because he thought you looked so precious while you slept. After, he would show you and if you want him to delete it he would. He’s no creep.

-Then you’d land and he’d get off of the plane as quickly as possible.

-Sight seeing was a must. Must. Evan came home with no storage space left on his phone. So many pictures.

-You’d sneakily snap pictures of him looking over the scenery. Then you’d show him them later and this would happen

“How did you somehow make me look good?”

“It’s impossible to take a picture where you don’t look good, shut up.”

-and then smOOchES

-If one of you lost something he would seem totally chill and level headed. Inside was a war zone. Oh god.

-You’d work it out tho

-If you were walking, you were holding hands. Pure.

-Then you’d go home and you would accidentally fall asleep, he’d unpack for both of you and then CUDDLE. Precious.

Jared Kleinmeme

-First off, he probably planned it out. Because underneath the living meme persona he’s actually a really caring boyfriend.

-If you two were driving, he’d probably take the wheel first. But you guys would switch off when the driver got tired.

-If you were on a plane you guys would fall asleep on each other. Jared is a good pillow.

-He would totally make a playlist for your trip. And it would be fire.

-It would be some pretty basic music then out of nowhere you just hear the Spongebob Squarepants theme song

-what the actual fuck

-Then you’d get there and he would be fuCkInG hYpED.


“NO. THE CITY (or whatever the fuck) IS CALLING ME, Y/N.”

-And it would be so adorable.

-Then you would wander around and he’d probably plan something really sweet like a nice dinner.

-Then you guys would be exhausted and would drop dead at the hotel or whatever.

-He took minimal pictures, because his camera roll was full of memes. But when he took pictures they were exquisite. Hot damn.

-He’d sling an arm around your shoulders when you would walk somewhere. It would look a little strange because he’s smol

-When you got home you’d unpack and then just sit and make it halfway through a movie before falling asleep in a cuddle.

Angel (Tig-Sons of Anarchy)

Request: can I request a fic about a new girl opened a baker shop in charming, where the guys & Gemma always stop by cause they love her food. Though she gets a hard time from some guys damaging her shop and the sons come help her out. Could she maybe have a crush on Tigger too?

I absolutely adore this idea!! Thank you!

“Thank you. Have a lovely day.” The girl behind the counter said as her costumer walked trough the door.

“Good mornin’ darlin’.” The one and only Jax said in a way that would make any girl melt in to a puddle in front of him., as he walked in to the bakery, with Tig, Juice and Happy right behind him.

“Good morning. How are my favorite bikers doing today?” She smiled preparing their usual order as they sat down at one of the tables.

“Better now that you’re here.” Tig said, flirty as always.

“Well I’m glad I can be of service.” She laughed giving them their order which they all started to eat as soon as they got it.

“Mmm, How is this so good?” Juice moaned as he took  his first bite of his muffin.

“Secret ingredient.” She winked  as Tig wrapped a hand around her hip.

“And what’s that, doll?” The black-haired man looked up at her.

“Love.” She said, her voice like honey as she gently cupped his cheek.

“I love it here.” Happy said making Jax and juice look at him. “It’s the only place Tig is speechless.” He explained making everyone laugh.

“I take it you talk too much?” Y/N smiled gently patting his cheek.


“You sure he even knows how to talk?” The girl raised an eyebrow at the others.

“Maybe we picked  up the wrong guy at the club house.” Jax said before all of them busted out laughing again.

“Well that’s my clue.” Y/N said shaking away Tig’s hand and walking back to her spot as she heard the bell that announced that someone walked in to the Bakery.

“I love her.” Tig said, his eyes still on her.

“Tig you say that about every pussy you fucked.” Jax laughed.

“True, but I, sadly, haven’t fucked her.’‘  Tig said turning back to the other Sons.

’'Hey! Let her go!” Y/N said in a calm but demanding voice to the guy who has grabbed his girlfriend hard enough to make her whine She noticed that the girl had a black eye.

“What did you say?” The man said looking up at her, not letting go of his girlfriend.

“I said let her go. You’re hurting her.”

“She’s mine, I can do whatever i want to her.”

“No, you can’t.” She said again, her voice serious, before she looked at the girl who made eye contact with the girl coming to her rescue. She could see it in her eyes. The poor girl was scared and hurt.   “Look, buddy. There is a police officer across the street, there are guys who could eat you for breakfast sitting over there,” she said nodding in the sons’ direction, “and i can start screaming and they or the police will come here and arrest you. So I’m giving you a chase to let go of the girl and go. She’ll stay here, with me.” Y/N finished, making fists with her hands to stop them from shaking.

The guy looked around, realizing that she was telling the truth. “Fucking bitch.” He said letting go of the girl. “You’ll regret this.” He said before leaving.

“Hey, are you okay?” Y/N asked after letting out a sigh of relief and walking over to the girl.

“Than you!” The girl started crying, wrapping her arms around her.

“Shh it’s okay, you’re safe now.” She aid rubbing small circles over her back. “Where are you from honey?”

“I’m from Louisiana, i was stupid and ran away from home two months ago.”

“Okay tell you what, I’ll give you some money and you’ll take a train back home, okay?”

“No, he’ll find me before i can get to the train station, he’ll kill me.”

“No, he won’t. I will get one of my friends to give you a ride there and wait for you to get on the train safely.”

“Thank you!  Thank you so much.” The girl cried in to her shoulder.

“Shh it’s gonna be okay. Come.” Y/N lead the girl to one of the tables and gave her a glass of water. “I’ll be right back.” She says before walking back to the sons’ table.

“Boys, I have a favor to ask you.” She said, a hand on Jax’s shoulder.

“Sure, what’s up?” The blonde man looked up at her.

“You see that girl?” She said pointing to the girl she just saved. “She ran away from home and got in a bad relationship with some gang member. She wants to get back home, but she needs someone to keep her safe till she gets on the train for Louisianan. So what I’m asking you is to send one of your guys with her. I just need you to drive her to the train station and make sure she makes it on it safely.”

“Sure thing, darling’,” Jax said before looking at Juice and Happy. “Will you two manage that?”

“Yeah.” They both nodded.

“Here,” She reached in to her pocket ad pulled out some money, “This should be enough for her ticket.”

“Alright.” Happy stood up taking the money, quickly followed by Juice.

“Follow me then.” She said walking over to the still shaking girl.  “Hey sweetheart. This is Happy and this is Juice.” She said knelling down next to her and pointing at the guys behind her. “They are good guys, and they will get you to the train station. Okay?”

“O-okay.” The girl agreed.

“Here’s my number.” Y/N said writing her number on a peace of paper. “If you ever need anything, just call me.”

“Thank you.” The girl wrapped her arms around her  neck. “Thank you so much.”

“It’s alright. Go now, you’ll be home before dark.” Y/N smiled before walking the girl out of her bakery, closely followed by the two men.


Y/N let out a deep sigh sitting down between Jax and Tig. “Thank you guys, I owe you one.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you don’t owe  us anything.” Jax smiled before standing up. “I have to go, how much are the muffins?”

“It’s on the house.” She smiled before quickly standing up, grabbing a box and putting two cupcakes in it. “Here, give this to your boys.”

“Thank you.” Jax hugged her before leaving.

“How did you know that girl?” Tig said after Y/N sat down again.

“She and her 'boyfriend’ just came in to the bakery like 5 minutes ago.” The girl smiled and shrugged. “I had to help her.’' 

’'You’re an angel.” Tig said looking at her in awe.

“Oh shh, anyone would of done it.” She said with a smile.

“You’re too good for this world.” He said again looking straight in her eyes making her blush. She always thought there was something about him, something that attracted her to him.

“Fuck, I have to go.” Tig said looking down at his phone. “I’ll see you later, doll.” He said before giving her a long hug and walking out of the bakery.


Y/N sighed, turning the sign on her door from “open” to “closed”. It’s been a long day and all she wanted was to go home and sleep.

She suddenly saw a huge car driving directly in her direction. Before she could do anything else the car crushed in to the window, only a couple of inches away from her making her let out a scream as a part of the wall fell on her. It didn’t crush her, but it did cage her in between it and the wall behind her.

She heard the person leave the car so she stayed quiet, hoping that he won’t come looking for her. And he didn’t. she quickly reached for her phone, without thinking dialing Tig’s number.

“Yeah?” She heard his voice and it made her instantly feel a bit safer.

“Tig, I need your help.” She said, her voice shaky.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He asked worried.

“S-someone ran a car in to my bakery. I’m trapped. I can’t get out. Please Tig, help me.” She said, tears starting to run down her face.

“Shh, angel. We’re on our way. We’ll be there soon.” Tig said before hanging up his phone.

“Jax! Y/N has been attacked, She needs our help!” Tig called out making Jax and the rest jump up and run to their bikes.


Minutes later they arrived at the bakery, or what was left of it.

“Y/N?” Tig screamed as soon as he got off his bike.

“Tig?” A week yell came from some where behind the car.

“Its alright angel, we’ll get  you out.” Tig said, as Jay and the rest joined them.

“Opie, Bobby and me will pull the car out. You and Rat get her out.” Jax started barking out orders.

A minute later they tied the car to their bikes and pulled it out. Rat and Tig pushed the part of the window frame away from the girl lying on the floor.

“Are you hurt?” Tig quickly  knelled down to the girl, picking her up in his arms.

“I’m okay.” She said wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You’re staying at the club house today. Okay?” Tig said down at her and she nodded to weak to talk.  “Are you gonna be able to hold on to me so we can get there on my bike?”

“Yeah.” She nodded before he sat her down on his bike, getting on it himself.

“Hold on tight, angle.”

They finally got to the club house where Tig picked her up again and walked in to his dorm with her. He lied her down on his bed. “I’ll be right here when you wake up, okay?” He said siting down on one of the chairs next to the bed.

“Can you hold me?” She asked, hardly keeping her eyes open, tired from everything she had to go trough today.

“Of course angel.” He said, getting in bed next to her and wrapping his arms around her. “I’m right here.” Were the last words she heard before falling asleep in his arms.


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Take Me Or Leave Me - Derek Hale

Summary: Based on the song Take Me Or Leave Me from Rent

Derek Hale x Reader

Word Count: 2,512

Author’s Note: I really have a problem with writing too many song fics but I’m not sorry about it lol. I hope the dialogue actually sounds like something Derek would say. I try to make it as true to the character as possible. Also, if you haven’t seen Rent, you really should. I love it so much.

Some of the words are lyrics from Rent


Originally posted by expressivedolphin

It was Saturday night, and you and Derek were at the policeman’s ball. The ball was supposed to help raise money for the sheriff’s station. After all of the supernatural troubles, the station had been hit more than a few times, and it needed some financial help to fix things.

Derek wasn’t too excited about going, but you had a red dress in the back of your closet that was dying to be worn. The dress hit you in all the right places, and naturally Derek insisted that you change. You were always a little hard headed, and you weren’t about to let a man try to tell you how to dress. Besides, you knew Derek thought you looked hot in the dress, and he would be the one taking it off at the end of the night.

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A Soulmate to Remember Chapter 15

I made 300 followers! WHHOOOO-HOOOOO. Tomorrow I’ll post the other chapters of Poison and Lies, I’m also taking requests.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14

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Pairing: Jason Todd X Reader

word count: 1,146     

TW: None, unless you need one added.

You opened your eyes with a groan and saw a well-lit tan ceiling. There was a laugh that caused my blood to freeze. Not because it was scary or unfamiliar.

  But because you knew it.

     You turned your head to see Ben sitting opposite me in a train car,“Good evening sleeping beauty! I’m so glad you’re awake.”

  “B-Ben?” Oh god. What has he done? You took big gulping breath to try and keep calm.

   Ben slid from his cushioned seat and kneeled in front of you,“Yes darling. It’s me, you weren’t feeling to well, a few of the other passengers were worried. Your mom has been calling you, but I thought it better to wait till you woke up.”

  “Are we on a train?”

  Be laughed again,“Yes sweetie. Remember our first trip away together?”

 "Oh… Yeah,“ You lied, playing along, making Ben beam, and you nodded,"I remember now.”

   "Yes, after we had taken out the trash your cold medicine kicked in. I had to hold your arm to get to your car.“

     "What happened to yours?”

   Ben smiled,“That’s a funny question. But I didn’t take it today. I walked.”

    “Oh.” Damn, there goes someone seeing his car… Then you noticed that he had changed your shirt, but then I shifted and felt the comforting pressure from your cami under it, and you felt better.

   Ben took your hand and squeezed it,“By the time we got to the train station your medicine was in full effect. Some other passengers were so kind to us, they chatted with us while we got to our car.”

   "Did I do something funny?“

   "No, no, you were just really out of it. The older couple couldn’t believe we were soulmates, they said our babies would be too adorable!”

   He laughed and you forced a giggle out of your throat, sitting up,“You… Said my mom called… Could I call her?”

   "Of course honey,“ then he leaned forward and his eyes got that scary look in them again,"But nothing funny, cause I can make this train stop in a fun way,” he snapped back into his happy-go-lucky self,“ Here you go!”

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Conor was notoriously known for doing crazy things whilst under the influence of alcohol. He had gone out to dinner with the guys, which had of course led to a text from him letting you know they were going out to the club for drinks.

You had work in the morning so you told him you wouldn’t be waiting up for him. He said he wouldn’t be out any later than 12, but you knew he probably would.

It was almost 1 in the morning and you were tossing and turning. It was hard to sleep in any empty bed in the large flat some nights. Random thoughts and memories flooding your brain.

The loud ringing of your phone startled you, as you looked to see a number calling that you didn’t recognize.

You decided to answer, “Hello?”

Giggles flowed through the phone on the other end, “Y/N? It’s me.”

“Conor? Why are you calling me so late?”

There were more laughs, “Oh just to say hi, I had a really great night. Lots of laughs with the boys.”

“Oh, that’s great babe, is that all?”

He took a few seconds to respond, he was an absentminded drunk at times, “No, no, I have something to tell you.”

He stayed quiet. “Well, what is it?” You asked.

“I kind of need you to come get me.”

“Why can’t you just call an Uber?”

“Oh, I don’t think I can do that from here.”

“From where?”


It was your turn to laugh, “That’s funny Conor, just call the Uber. I’m going to hang up now.”

“Y/N! No don’t hang up! I’m being serious for once in my life.”

Your laughing stopped, “Oh my god, what the fuck did you do?”

“It’s stupid, some cop got me for public intoxication or something I’m not sure. I tried telling him that I was Conor Maynard, you know, number one album, many hit songs, YouTube superstar, but they don’t know who I am,” he said the last bit a little louder, probably to the officers around him.

“Alright, times up, hang up.” You heard someone say on Conor’s end.

“Just one second mate, Y/N I need you to come get me, please.” He gave you the address as you pulled on some sweatpants and one of his sweatshirts.

“I’m on my way, I’ll be there as soon as possible,” you hung up the phone and ran to the car.

You pulled up to the police station and dashed through the doors. You paid the bail money and waited for Conor to be released.

“Are You Crazy, Vegas Girl, Royalty, Are You Sure, all number one’s, and you’ve never heard of me? That’s ridiculous, just insane,” you could heard Conor speaking from down the hall. An officer led him to the lobby and Conor’s eyes lit up when he saw you. “Y/N! You came!”

You rolled your eyes, thanking the officer before grabbing Conor by the wrist to help him to the car, the whole time he was trying to tell you some story. He continued to do so the whole car ride home, and as you two made your way up to the flat.

“And then Jack was like ‘I bet you can’t wee that far!’ And I was like ‘yeah I can,’ you know I never lose a bet, so I did and that’s when the officer arrested me.”

You shook your head at his drunk state, “You are ridiculous, I should make you stay in the cell overnight next time. It might teach you to drink less,” you said as you helped him into bed.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I won’t get so drunk next time, promise,” he said as you crawled back into bed next to him.

You laughed, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, love.”


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Bonnie & Clyde - pt 12

Originally posted by sugaglos

“Here’s five hundred dollars. Now let us leave quietly.” Yoongi said, pushing the nurse away and taking out the needles in your arm.

With an arm around his shoulder, he helped you up only to freeze when you whimpered, biting your lips shut to stop the curses from flying out.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He said, pulling you along.

Every step felt like your entire body was being crushed by gravity, a soreness that was equally as painful all over.

You buried your face into this neck and tried to be strong like he said but the tears escaped anyway.

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Bail Me Out x Michael Clifford

Originally posted by a-cliffordsucksmyass

inspired by ‘Bail me Out’ by All Time Low

I sigh frustrated when my phones rings, already having an idea where it’s coming from. I run towards my phone that’s lying on the table and pick up.
“Hello?” I carefully ask.
“Hello, miss.” I hear someone say. I roll my eyes. Just like I thought. “This is officer Smith from the police station. I have here with me mister Clifford. I understand that you are his girlfriend?”
“Yes.” I sigh.
“Okay, well, I’ll let you talk to him for a minute. Here he comes.”
“Thank you officer.” I say in a monotonous voice, already knowing the routine.
“Babe, I’m so so –“
“Michael.” I sigh again. “Don’t even get started.”
“What can I say?” He says softly. “I fucked things up again.” I hear someone next to Michael clearing his voice, probably the officer scolding him for cursing like that.
“Yes, yes you did.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t help but run around and make a mess of everything.”
“It’s going to be all right.” I promise him.
“Please, bail me out?” He begs. “Please, get me out of here?”
“Why did they arrested you this time?” I decide to ask first.
“I, uhm, was drunk.”
“Okay.” I say slowly, knowing there probably would be coming more.
“And, uhm, …” There’s a short silence on the other end, what makes me wonder if he’s still there. “I was running around without my pants.” He quickly and softly says through the speaker of the phone.
“You did what?!” I ask surprised, not knowing if I should laugh or be mad at him for being so stupid. Okay, I knew he’d probably be wasted and he’d be running around the streets, but naked? No, I didn’t expect that one.
“Please, don’t be mad.” He begs. “Just please, come and get me. I need to go now.”
“Yeah, fine, I’ll come.”

Cursing, I walk towards my car, with my purse and some cash money Michael has laying around the house. Unbelievable. I’m going to get him out, yet again.
But I just can’t leave him there for the night. And besides, I can’t sleep without him next to me. I would feel way too guilty, even he yelled at me before he left. I know he didn’t mean it. In the end, he knows he was out of line. And he’s just stressed because of the tour and all.
And when he’s stressed, he has this bad habit to work it out on me sometime. I just have to say one wrong thing and he explodes. But I know that after tonight, he won’t do it again. I need to make it clear that I’m not going to bail him out every time. Even though, that’s exactly what I’ve been doing.
I turn up the volume of the radio, trying to fight of the urge to just sleep for a bit.
Finally, I arrive at the police station. I’m in some sweatpants and an oversized shirt, but I don’t care at all, since it’s like 3 A.M. I walk over to the reception.
“Hi, I’m here for –“
“Michael Clifford?” The lady says, smiling at me.
“Oh, uhm yes.”
“I recognize you from last time.” She laughs and stands up from her seat.
“Oh right.” See, it’s so bad they even recognize my face around here.
“Well, you just need to pay and sign some papers, but I guess you know the routine by now.” I nod and sigh, laughing a bit. She slides me the papers, while I get the money out. I fill out the papers and the lady smiles at me when I give them back.
“Is he … uhm, still drunk?” I ask, frowning a bit.
“I don’t know, to be honest.” She laughs. “Just wait here, and I’ll do the rest.” I nod again and take a seat in one of the not so comfortable chairs.
“Let me go!” I hear him say loudly, announcing that he’s coming. I stand up again, walking towards the door where he will come out every moment now. The door opens, and Michael appears, immediately running towards me.
“Thank you so much.” He whispers while taking me in his arms. I sigh and slightly pat him on his shoulder, still a bit pissed off at him.
“Michael, I swear that this is the last time I’m coming to bail you out.”
“Babe, I’m so sorry. I made a big mistake, I know. I need to stop doing this.”
“Yeah, you should.” I mumble. I give the lady behind the reception a quick nod, while she smiles at me with sympathy and a bit of empathy. She probably thinks that Michael is a drunk.
“Ah, please, don’t be mad, I love you!” He exclaims. “And you look beautiful.”
“And you’re still drunk.” I say. He gave it away by saying that, since I look far from beautiful.
“No, I mean it.”
“Just get in the car, idiot.” I mumble and open up the car, getting in myself. I hear him sigh, and I press my lips in a thin line, trying not to comment on his sigh. He has no right to sigh like that.
I start the car, and when Michael finally is seated beside me, I drive off.
“Babe, c’mon.” He starts to whine and starts to extend his hand towards my upper leg.
“Michael …” I warn him and give him a short look. “Don’t.”
“I’m sorry.” He pouts and stares at me with big eyes. Why is he so adorable?
“Fine.” I give in. “But swear me that this is the last time.”
“You know I can’t do that. But I know you’ll always be there to catch me when I fall.”
“Michael Gordon Clifford –“
“O-oh.” He mumbles.
“Yeah, you should be afraid. Because I swear that this is the last fucking time I’m getting you from the police station!” I start to raise my voice and tap the steering wheel. “I feel like I’m your mother! Just please, I beg you, if you want to get drunk, fine! But go to some club and call a taxi. Don’t go running around without your pants! Or even call me to pick you up from that stupid club, I don’t care!” I sigh. “Don’t you see that I care about you? And that it hurts that you always run away when you are stressed and start to yell at me?”
“I’m sorry.” He says, and I can see that he truly regrets all of this. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“You better.” I mumble, while parking the car before our house. I turn off the engine and get out of the car, not even waiting for Michael to get out. But before I even realize it, he’s standing next to me, with his arms around me and his lips attacked to my neck.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispers against my skin, making shivers go down my spine. “I’m so so sorry.” He says again, and softly kisses my neck. I turn around in his arms.
“Damnit, why do I love you so much?” I wonder, while looking at him.
“Because I’m your idiot.” He exclaims and smiles at me, placing his lips on mine.

Anything for You (Ten x Reader)

Originally posted by taesyong

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: Could I please have a fluffy scenario with NCT U’s Ten??? Thanks!!! (:

Fandom: NCT U

Genre: Fluff, slight angst?

Pairing: Ten x Reader

Warnings: vague mention of sex

Word Count: 2845

Authors Note: My first NCT request, and for one of my biases! (Well, my bias from NCT U, and I say one of, because I honestly can’t choose just one from NCT altogether) I absolutely love Ten, and I’m so happy I got to do this request. I’m sorry if it doesn’t seem as fluffy as you had hoped, but let me know/send in another request if you want! Let me know if there are errors, and happy reading ^^

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Stand By Me (Teen Sam x Reader)

hello hello i’ve been so inactive on here but writing so i decided to post something of what i am working on right now so here you go!

premise of this is having fun on a late night adventure with dear ol’ samuel

also this is probably not my best writing because i’ve been so inactive and in a rut and this isnt a finished product so please stand by me for a better version HA

“Maybe I will!”

Your lungs were burning. Your eyes were stinging from the tears that started to fall. Your hands were hurting from your nails that dug into your palms from your balled fists.

You had finally snapped.

The door to your bedroom slammed with you behind it. The echo through the house didn’t seem to silence or phase anyone.

Collapsing onto your bed with cloudy eyes, you started at your ceiling with empty eyes.

It was a constant cycle. You threatened to run away, a fight broke out, you shut yourself in your room, and dealt with it. You wanted to run away. Hell, you’ve threatened it several times. But somehow, nothing ever changed.

He called you careless.

You sat up and turned to your closet.

You were going to show him careless.

She called you reckless.

Then you were going to damn well show her reckless.

You swung open your closet doors, grabbing your backpack that already had some necessities inside.

The constant threats of running away had you prepared. In fact, you had almost everything planned. You had an idea of where you would go, what you needed, and how to keep yourself on your feet.

Mom and Dad were still shouting downstairs over God knows what. You knew Dad was going to shut himself in his study eventually, while Mom would sit quietly in the living room as she knit, which left you alone in your room.

And now you had finally reached the point where you were leaving. For good.

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promises | michael gray

the reader and michael are good friends, eventually leads to a relationship but then he moves to small heath and makes promises that he can’t keep

Originally posted by mickeyandmumbles

When you were a young girl, everyone would joke about how you and Henry would end up together. You would both shake your head and laugh, knowing that the chances of it happening were slim. Henry was an attractive boy, had been since he was around 13 and he would never look at you twice. He saw you as his best friend, little sister even. There was only a months difference between the two of you but it didn’t stop Henry constantly teasing you.

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In my ‘parallel universe bowling save’ teenage Angelo Occhilupo has breakfast and listens to a lecture from his foster mom, Trixie (my cheese hair sim)

“Have you deposited your paycheck yet because I didn’t see it in the bank account.  Angelo, I…er…we really need the money…for bills.  Can you do it today?”

“Yes, Trixie.”

“I have another late shift at the diner and then I’m going out with Carl.  Do some cleaning up around here.  It’s a mess.”

*sigh* “Yes, Trixie.”

Angelo works at a service station after school and on the weekends to bring in some extra money.

Road Trip

Request: Hey may I request Bucky x reader oneshot. Where Sam, Steve and Bucky take reader to a roadtrip. Steve and Sam know reader and Bucky have crushes on eachother. Both Steve and Sam try really hard to get Bucky confessing his love for the reader

Blog Tag: @highchu

A/N: It took a while to get out, but then it kind of got away from me. I made this fluffy and cheesy AF and tried to make the reader figure gender neutral, so…. Enjoy!

Warnings: None.

Word Count Total: 1842

Title: Road Trip

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the only real dating profiles

1a: strong independent woman needs a tall man with lots of money and a cool car. still lives parents.

1b: cool guy looking to eat some puss. no fatties. i work at a gas station.