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Third Love

Originally posted by sonsofanarchy-jaxteller

Originally posted by bellamyhalpert


Request: Imagine dating Jax for a while, Tara comes back and you and Jax fight.


PART TWO COMING 😘

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“It’s been said that we really only fall in love with three people in our lifetime.
Yet, it’s said that we need each of these loves for a different reason.
Often our first is when we are young, high school even. It’s the idealistic love; the one that seems like the fairytales we are all read as children.
It’s a love that looks right.
The second is supposed to be our hard love; the one that teaches us lessons about who we are and how we often want or need to be loved.
Sometimes it’s unhealthy, unbalanced or narcissistic even.
It’s the love that we wished was right.
And the third is the love we never see coming. The one that usually comes dressed as all wrong for us and that destroys any lingering ideals we clung to about what love is supposed to be.
It’s the love that just feels right.
Maybe we don’t all experience these loves in this lifetime; but perhaps that’s just because we aren’t ready to.
Possibly maybe we need a whole lifetime to learn or maybe if we’re lucky it only takes a few years.
And there may be those people who fall in love once and find it passionately lasts until their last breath.
Someone once told me they are the lucky ones; and perhaps they are.
But I kinda think that those who make it to their third love are really the lucky ones.
They are the ones who are tired of having to try and whose broken hearts lay beating in front of them wondering if there is just something inherently wrong with how they love.
But there’s not; it’s just a matter of if someone loves in the same way that they do or not.
And maybe there’s something special about our first love, and something heartbreakingly unique about our second…but there’s also just something about our third.
The one we never see coming.
The one that actually lasts.
The one that shows us why it never worked out before.
And it’s that possibility that makes trying again always worthwhile, because the truth is you never know when you’ll stumble into love. ”

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You pulled into the Teller-Morrow lot and parked in your usual spot before sliding out of your seat and closing the car door behind you.
The night was warm and the air was crisp, the sun slowly beginning to set and you walked across the lot, thinking to yourself how thankful you were to live in a place like this.
Your footsteps echoed through the quiet lot, almost silent except the faint music coming from inside. The row of bikes was a welcome sight and you headed straight for the clubhouse doors.
There was nothing quite like the smell of the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse and it welcomed you every time you opened those doors; a mix of cheap perfume, leather and cigarettes.
And for the last two years, this place had become your home.
Dating Jackson Teller wasn’t easy, but to be honest you didn’t want easy. Nothing worthwhile ever came easy and for you, Jax was worth the world.
You saw him almost instantly, sitting casually at one of the tables, a beer in one hand and a cigarette pressed between his lips, his blonde hair slicked back from his face.
A smile spread on your lips as you neared him and when he saw you approaching his face lit up.
“Hey darlin,” Jax greeted you and gave his leg a pat, gesturing for you to sit.
You obliged and sat in his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulder before kissing his lips gently.
“Hey yourself.”
Chibs and Tig were sat at the table also and they both greeted you warmly.
“How was your day?” You asked, absentmindedly playing with the folds of leather on his kutte.
“Busy.” Jax smiled at you.
He knew you weren’t digging for information on the club, you were just generally interested in how his days went and he admired you for not pressing him for details.
You began to chat about your day, Jax asking you questions about work and neither of you noticed Chibs and Tig leave the table.
Conversation always flowed easily between the two of you and even when you weren’t speaking the silence was comfortable.
“You ready to head home?” You asked, stifling a yawn.
Jax took a swig of his beer before speaking.
“I’ve gotta wrap up some Club stuff,” He told you, shifting uneasily in his seat. “I might be late tonight babe.”
You nodded and smiled. “Well I’d say I’d wait up but I doubt il be able to.” You said as another yawn came over you.
Jax smirked and kissed you deeply.
“I love you, (y/n).” He told you, his voice serious.
You thought nothing of it and smiled back at him. “I love you too.”

~

The singing of the birds outside your window woke you before your alarm did, and you were thankful. The sounds of nature were a much more pleasant awakening then the nagging beeps of your alarm clock.
You stretched your arms out and instantly noticed the empty spot beside you.
You frowned slightly.
It was unlike Jax to not come home. Even when he stayed late at the clubhouse he always made his way home, knowing that you worried when he wasn’t beside you.
You checked your phone but saw no messages or calls from him.
‘He probably crashed at the clubhouse. It was a busy day after all.’ You told yourself and headed for the shower.
After showering you pulled on your ripped black jeans and a grey tshirt and tied your hair loosely on top of your head before heading to the kitchen for breakfast.
It wasn’t your day off, but you only had two meetings today so you didn’t need to head into the office til around lunchtime.
You threw some bread in the toaster and made up a pot of coffee.
It wouldn’t hurt to pop in to the clubhouse, you thought. Jax might have already headed out for the day but there was still a chance he’d be there and you wanted to ease your mind before heading into work.
You quickly had your breakfast and tidied up the kitchen before grabbing your keys off the counter and heading for the door.
Your house wasn’t far from TM and the drive there passed quickly.
The lot was coming alive for the day, some of the guys around the picnic table, some in the garage working on bikes and you could see Gemma in her office.
You parked in your spot and got out of the car.

“Mornin’ lass,” Chibs called from the table.
“Morning!” You smiled back.
You’d always gotten on well with him and he always made you feel welcome.
“Jax inside?”
“Aye, he’s in his dorm.”
You thanked him and kissed his cheek before heading inside.

Jax was exactly where Chibs said; sitting at the desk in his dorm, cigarette between his lips, writing in that notebook he always clutched so tight.
You leant against the door, unwilling to disturb him. You liked watching him write, he always looked so focused, like he was writing the secrets of the world. You never asked what he was writing, never wished to read his words; you didn’t need to.
He had always been open with you and you’d never had secrets between you. However something didn’t feel quite were.
You let him write in piece for another minute before you rapped on the door lightly.
Jax lifted his head and smiled before blowing out his smoke and putting out the cigarette in an ash tray.
“Mornin’,” Jax saidnas he stood and walked towards you.
“Long time no see, Teller.” You smirked.
You were pissed he hadn’t come home and hadn’t bothered to text you, but damn with a face like that you could never stay mad at him for long.
Jax smirked and ran a hand through his hair.
“Sorry babe.”
You raised an eyebrow and laid your hands on his shoulders. His hands held your waist gently.
“That’s all I get?”
“I’ll make it up to you?” He offered, a playful hint in his eyes.
You laughed lightly.
“You sound so sincere.”
Jax smirked at the sarcasm in your voice and kissed you softly.
“I’m sorry babe.” He told you again.
This time you nodded and smiled.
“Just come home tonight.” You told him.
Jax nodded and you kissed him once more before turning away.
“See you at home. For dinner.” You called over your shoulder
“I’ll be there.” Jax watched you leave, a content smile on his lips as he watched you walk.

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The house was so silent that you swore you actually heard the clock tick over.
9 O'clock.
And he still wasn’t home.
Your fingers rapped at the table impatiently.
Fuck it. You thought. You hadn’t heard from him since you had left the clubhouse earlier this morning and after not coming home last night you were pissed.
He could have at least had the decency to call.
Now, dinner had gone cold and you didn’t really care; you always lost your appetite when you were angry.
You glanced at the clock once more before grabbing your keys, pulled on your boots and marched to the door.
You drove fast, barely stopping at the red lights and stop signs on the way and the tyres screeched when you pulled into the lot.
Tig and Happy were sat outside and they eyed you curiously as you slammed the car door.
“Everything okay doll?” Tig asked as you stormed across the lot.
“Just fucking peachy.” You said.
Tig nodded slowly and backed away, arms raised and you sat back at the table with Hap.
You glanced past the dozen men scattered around the clubhouse, searching only for one.
Juice was walking towards you, pulling a pack of smokes out of his pocket as he walked.
You spotted Jax, sitting on one of the sofas, a pretty brunette beside him. She wasn’t a crow eater, that was obvious but you still felt a pang of jealousy when you saw Jax smile at her.
“Juice, who’s that?” You asked as he neared you.
He glanced around the room, following your gaze and stopped awkwardly when he saw who you were meaning.
“Uhh I’m not sure (y/n).” Juice said and rubbed his neck.
You crossed your arms and glared at him.
He sighed.
“It’s um. Tara.” He told you and flashed you a sad smile before squeezing your arm and walked past you.
You nodded slowly.
So this is why Jax had been acting strange; Tara was back.
Goddamit. You knew about her, he had told you, Gemma had told you, hell half the fucking club had told you.
She was his first love, the first girl to break his heart. It had been years since she’d left town and you hadn’t ever imagined she’d come back. You’d had a hard enough time adjusting to Wendy being around, but you’d come to realise there was nothing left between her and Jax.
They had been toxic for each other, and they only kept in touch for the sake of Abel. She wasn’t a threat and you’d actually grown to like her.
Tara was different.
You’d never met her, you’d only moved to town two years after she’d left but you knew how much she had meant to him. And the fact that he had practically ignored you didn’t sit right.
A part of you wanted to storm across the room, slap the bitch right across her cheek, and rip Jax into shreds.
But you didn’t.
You turned around slowly and walked back to your car.

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It was 2.37am when Jax pulled into the drive way.
He parked his bike and swung his leg over before resting his helmet on his handle bars and heading towards the front door.
The kitchen light was still on inside and he walked slowly, his head hung low.
His footsteps were light as he walked up the steps and he opened the door slowly and closed it before him.
His shoes thumped against the carpet as he licked them off and he pulled the leather off his shoulders and laid it over the back of a chair before heading into the kitchen.
He stopped in his tracks when he saw you sitting at the table, a half bottle of whiskey and an empty glass in front of you.
“Hey,” he said quietly. “You’re still up.”
“Couldn’t sleep.”
He nodded slowly and fumbled with his rings before pulling out a chair and taking a seat opposite you.
“I’m sorry I’m late babe, things with the club have been.. busy.”
You nodded and lifted the bottle of whiskey and poured some into your glass.
Jax sighed and rubbed his hands over his face.
“It won’t be like this all the time darlin, things have just been busy. It’ll die down soon and I’ll be-”
“I came to the clubhouse.” You interrupted.
Jax stopped, his blue eyes fixed on you but you didn’t meet his gaze.
You twirled the glass in your hand, letting the whiskey swirl around before taking a sip.
“How longs she been back, Jax?”
He was silent for a moment before he spoke.
“A few days.” He told you.
You nodded slowly, your face cold.
“Do you love me?” You asked.
Jax reached across the table to grab your hands but you pulled them away.
“I do, (y/n). I love you.”
“Do you love her?” You took another swig.
Jax sighed. “Look it’s not that simple, I-”
“Yes or no.” You interrupted.
His gaze lingered in you but you only stared at the glass in your hands.
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you, (y/n).”
You scoffed. “Then what the fuck does it mean, Jax?! You blow me off cause your ex is back in town?”
“I needed time to think.” Jax said, his voice calm.
“To think?!” You yelled. “To think about what, Jax?! She left you! It’s been ten fucking years! But you need to think about it?”
“I didn’t think I’d see her again, it threw me.”
You scoffed and downed the rest of your glass.
“I was gonna tell you, I just needed to figure thins out. Me and Tara, we got a lot of history.”
“What did you need to figure out Jax? You’ve moved on! You’ve moved on with me! Or have the last two years meant nothing to you?!”
“Of course they meant something!” Jax yelled back. “I love you!”
“Bullshit!” You threw the bottle of whiskey at the wall behind him, barely missing his head and the glass shattered to the floor.
“If you loved me you wouldn’t have blown me off to see her! You would have told me straight away! You wouldn’t have lied to me!” You screamed, your fists shaking with rage.
“I am no ones second choice, Jackson.”
You grabbed your keys and pushed past him, heading for the door.
Anger was seething through you and although you could hear Jax yelling after you you couldn’t make out his words.
The rage was blinding, and you didn’t notice your knuckles whitening as you gripped the steering wheel.
You didn’t notice the row of flowers you crushed beneath the tyres.
You didn’t notice the tears streaming down your face.
You didn’t notice the red light beaming in the street.
You didn’t notice the truck.
No, you didn’t notice it. Not til it hit the side of your car, and everything went black.

1 note = 1 minute on the cross trainer!

Work me out, tumblr! 

Also reply to this post or send me an ask with a move or exercise or something and i’ll do it all in tomorrows workout! 


EDIT: Since this has got so many notes and I am only a human not some hardcore celestial being with amazing endurance, I’m going to spread the time over more than just the cross trainer. Treadmill & Bike, Welcome to the party! 

EDIT: this may have to be broken into two workouts! I’ll try as many minutes as I can but 140+ plus minutes of cardio after a full day work may be difficult! I’ll keep you posted ❤️
Jason Todd/Red Hood X Reader- Criminal (Song Fic)

Here’s the song fic!! I really am not that great at them, but I hope you guys enjoy!! I’d like to thank the awesome @abigailredgrave for helping me out with this.  Also, this is in the Arkhamverse if it confuses some people.  I recently have had some Arkham Knight feels and I needed to get it out of my system.

Warning: Blood, fighting, guns, horrible nicknames, etc.

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Warmth aka warm me up inside
AO3 | Fanfiction

A/N: Art-fic exchange with @patternedclouds. In return for this pretty af piece, here’s a Pharmercy blanket fic as requested. lol

Summary: Fareeha and Angela chase a target to an abandoned monastery in the Kathmandu countryside. They are forced to stay there overnight due to Fareeha’s injury and heavy snowfall, but there is no heater. Just one sleeping bag.

Borrowed their headcanon for Mercy’s cybernetic spine.

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Arms clamped around Pharah’s middle as she kicked the motorcycle engine up a notch, flying down the empty dirt road in pursuit of their target. Her senses were sharpened to a fine edge, adrenaline pumping through her veins; there was nothing on her mind but the black figure ahead, and his datapad of intel crucial to Overwatch’s war against Talon.

A small squad had been dispatched to Kathmandu on a covert mission to obtain this valuable info, spending weeks just to track the Talon agent down, only to have their carefully-laid plans get blown clear into the sky. Literally. Just as they closed in on the agent’s city hideout, the small rundown house was blown apart by charges on its inner walls. The blast downed a few civilians unfortunate enough to be standing within range, and Zenyatta promptly went to their aid while Genji sought to stop the flames engulfing the house from spreading farther. Pharah barely had time to ponder destroyed gas pipes when Mercy pointed out their target, climbing onto a bike farther down the street. Naturally, Pharah sprinted back to her own rented bike as well, pausing just long enough for Mercy to clamber on behind her, and began the chase. They zipped through the winding city streets, before leaving concrete behind when they entered the countryside.

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the one where toudou pisses himself for absolutely nothing

But I can seriously see Toudou, later that day and fearing for his life, calling Maki-chan to ask if “you guys from Sohoku don’t want to, like, trade first year climbers or smth, just for science, pls maki-chan i’m going to die” hehehe

((i can’t stop drawing things from pedalcopybot, it’s great gdi))

Request: Private

Request: Juice asking you to record a sex tape he can take on the runs.

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: smut, language

Originally posted by irvanae

The bikes passed by the ‘Welcome to Charming’ sign and Juice smirked as they finally arrived back home. It had been a long, exhausting run and he missed you. The boys teased him, saying you were still in honeymoon, but he doubted the desire would ever fade away. You were married for only a few months, but he wanted you even more.

He didn’t send you a message, he just opened the garage and parked his bike next to your car. You should had heard him and came to meet him, but no sign of you. Juice got worried and carefully opened the door, hand over his gun. He looked around the kitchen, the stove was off and a music was playing low.

“Y/N!”, he called out. The response he got was silence, so Juice rushed upstairs, to your bedroom. You weren’t there either. Juice saw the light on under the bathroom door and walked towards there. “Baby?”

“Hello Juan”, you purred, closing the bedroom door behind you. Juice turned around, his mouth ajar when he laid his eyes on you.

“Hi”, he swallowed and blinked a few times. You were wearing a sexy little number, black lace with little pink bows on the sides of your pantie. “Y-You look amazing”

“Thank you”, you smirked, slowly walking towards him. “I got a call from Gemma, saying the boys were coming home tonight. You didn’t call, so I thought you wanted to surprise me, but… I’m smarter baby”

“Yes”, he nodded, amazed. “You definitely are”

“I missed you”, you purred, looking at him through your eyelashes, sliding your hands under his cut. Juice let you take it off and quickly pulled his shirt off too. He saw you lick your lips, your hands tracing every muscle on his chest and abdomen.

“I missed you too”, he whispered, closing his eyes, enjoying your touch.

“I hate long runs”, you said, kissing his chest. “I get bored, my fingers aren’t good as you”

“What?”, Juice opened his eyes again. “D-Did you… touched yourself?”

You smirked, knowing that it would get him. You bit your lips, shrugging. “What if I did?”

“Damn”, he hissed and gripped your hips, pulling you closer. “I want to see it”

“Only see”, you said, getting in the game. “Not touch”

“Oh you”, he laughed. “Okay, but… I want to record it”

“What?”, you pulled back, narrowing your eyes.

“A sex tape”, Juice smirked. “Only for me, for the long runs. I get bored too, you know”

Juice could see you were thinking about it, if you said yes he would take care of the record with his life, no one would get to see you.

“Only my body, not my face…just in case”, you said, pointing out a finger at him.

“Everything you say”, he smiled, excited. You handed him the phone and laid on bed. Juice adjusted the camera, getting a perfect view from your breasts. He looked away from the phone when you took off your bra, tossing it on the floor. “Jesus”

You smiled at him cursing low and started to play with you nipples, your fingertips circling them. You squeezed your breasts together, pinching the nipples as you whined. Juice swallowed, his pants getting tighter. One hand slid down your body, the fingers playing with the hem of your pantie. Juice took a deep breath as you touched yourself over the lace, bucking your hips up.

“Are you imagining it’s me?”, he teased as you nodded, eyes closed and teeth grazing your low lip. “Fuck”

You locked your eyes with his and you took the pantie off. You spread your legs and Juice could see how wet you were, you opened your folds for him. He got the phone close, licking his lips.

“You are amazing”, he said. “Show me how you touch yourself baby, like it was me”

You licked your fingers and slid them through your pussy. You pressed your clit before dive them inside you. You moaned louder, your hand squeezing your breasts, caressing them. You pumped your fingers in and out of you, slowly circling your clit now and then. Juice was losing his mind, he couldn’t wait to be inside you.

“Juan”, you whined and arched your back. Damn, you were close.

“Let me help you”, he knelt on bed and you pulled your fingers back just to be replaced by his own. Juice held the phone as steady as he could, fingering you as he watched you tossing your head back, your thighs trembling as you came for him. “Baby, that was beautiful. YOU are beautiful”

You smirked and rolled on bed, swaying your ass for him, looking over your shoulder. Juice laughed and put the phone aside, taking off his own clothes. He kissed your skin, down your spine and put a kiss in each one of your ass cheeks.

“This is gonna be fast and hard baby”, he teased, caressing your legs. You got up, all fours, grinding your body against his.

“Please Juan”, you whined as he lost it. Juice grabbed his cock and slowly pushed inside you, getting a long, loud moan in response. He held the phone again, the camera catching the perfect image of your ass and his cock sliding in and out your pussy.

“Come on”, he groaned and you rocked your hips, meting his thrusts. “Fuck”

One hand was on your waist as he thrusted hard inside you. He knew the phone was shaking on his hands, but he didn’t care, the video would be great and he would torture himself in the runs. Your moans were muffed by the pillow you were holding and he leaned forward, the camera catching your breasts bouncing.

“You look so good baby”, he said. “Feels so good too”

“Oh Juan, please”,  you looked to him over your shoulder, sexy as hell. Juice growled, pulling back and flipping you on your back.

“Hold this”, he said and you laughed, holding the phone. Juice winked to the camera and held your thighs, pushing inside you again. You moved the phone, catching his cock sliding inside you again.

“Yes baby”, you licked your lips. “Right there”

His thumb traced circles over your clit, Juice setting a pace. You screamed his name when he hit the right spot inside you. He firmly held your on bed, thrusting faster, getting closed to the edge too.

“Damn Juan”, you squirmed under him. “I love you baby, I love you”

“Love you too, gorgeous”, he blew you a kiss. “Come, come with me”

He felt you tightening around him as Juice groaned, filling you with his cum, lifting your legs to kiss them. You laughed, turning the phone off and putting it aside.

“Alright Spielberg”, you giggled when Juice leaned to kiss your neck. “I hope you take good care of this okay?”

“I promise”, he laid by your side. “Only for my eyes”

You cuddled against his, both smiling, just catching the breath before a second round.

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Juice surprisingly forgot about the little movie you made, but as soon as he found himself alone in a run that came into his mind. He smirked, searching for his phone. He opened the files and looked over them, not founding any video. He checked all his phone, everything and it wasn’t there. He texted you.

          Baby, where is that video? You know which one.

He waited just seconds before got your answer.

          You mean the one that is on MY phone?

Juice cursed, typing a new message.

          I thought it was on my phone. You fooled me. I’m missing you, I’m bored.

He tried, but it was impossible not to smile with your answer.

          I told you I was smarter baby. I’m missing you too, I’m bored too. Speaking of… I think I’m going to distract myself now… Watch a little movie.

The Elroy-Sparta Bike Trail

Welcome to Wilton, Heart of the Bike Trail!

Heading for Tunnel 1, east of Wilton, WI.

Enjoying the scenery!

Very short bridge and some very old stone work.

Just beyond this bend is the tunnel!

Grace in front of the east end of Tunnel 1. We made it through!

Almost 1700 feet long, we had to walk the bikes through with flashlights. Not safe to ride through. Tunnel 2 is the same length and Tunnel 3 is much longer.

Tunnel 1 lit from behind me, no flash. Most of the light is compensated for by my camera, to the naked eye it was pretty dark.

Back on the west end of the tunnel and heading back to Wilton.  It was a three percent grade uphill to the tunnel, not too bad.  Enough of a grade, though, that the ride back was quick and easy.  Great day to be out on the bikes!

Happy Trails!

Stella

Welcome back to Beacon Hills, Stella

chapter one

“ALLISONNNNNN!” A scream broke out echoing against the concrete wall of Oak Creek. Stella couldn’t move, she couldn’t breathe.

The ear piercing scream rang through her ears and she didn’t need to figure out who the scream came from or what it meant, everything was all too clear.

Her eyes were locked on her cousin falling almost in slow motion into the arms of Scott McCall. The Oni that surrounded them disappeared in a cloud of black smoke as if they were never there. Hiding in the shadows, The Nogitsune slowly backed away from the havoc he had created, a smirk plastered on his face.

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