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Let's Pretend (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N: I got the name from one of the clothes shops of Saints Row V lol. I plan on making at least two more parts to this, I’m halfway through part two and have the beginning of part three in the works! ^_^. I’m sorry if there’s any misspelling, I get too excited and I tend to rush. Feedback is hella appreciated! - D.

Let’s Pretend: Tony finds a website of two shape shifting mutant pornstars who make their living impersonating the Avengers on their website and decide to show the team.

WARNING: Graphic details of sex. Swearing. Soon-to-be-smut. Second hand embarrassment lol.

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#4 with Chibs

@mayyoustay-foreveryoung as requested :D

You had known all of the Sons for quite a while socially, but this time you were here on business. Your car was in at TM, getting fixed, and you were just coming by to see whether the mechanics were done with it. It was evening, but Chibs had agreed to keep the garage open a little later than usual for you as a favour. While you got along with everybody, you’d always gotten along best with the Scotsman, so you were looking forward to seeing him one-on-one, a rare occurrence as usually he was surrounded by the other club members.

Still, nothing could have prepared you for what you found as you walked across the compound towards the garage. 

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He takes out his wallet and gives her two hundreds. Claudia pockets it without hesitation, her lip curling. He’s kind of glad he can’t see her eyes behind the mirrored lenses of her sunglasses.

Claudia: I thought you and your wife had an understanding?
Roy: I thought we did. But it turns out I might have…misunderstood.
Claudia: What? What’s that supposed to mean?
Roy: It’s complicated but…shit. Did I actually say that? Jesus. Anyway, the fact that she flew here was a really big conciliatory gesture and.. and I …I’m not going to lie. It got me. I was touched.

He glances around and lowers his voice.

Roy: Claudia, I want to fuck you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. But considering the circumstances…I just can’t. I’m sorry. Jesus Christ, I’m sorry.

Claudia’s posture relaxes slightly. 

Claudia: Yeah, me too. Huh. So where’s your wife now?

Roy: About 500 yards away, at a cafe having lunch with my sister. Look, I took a big risk coming down here to see you but I wanted to tell you face-to-face. Because I’m a decent guy, okay?

Claudia: Oh yeah. You’re a prince.

Roy: I’ve got to go. Thanks for…the chat. And for not hating me. Too much.

He turns to go. Claudia waves.

Claudia: Bye, Roy. And if your wife’s hot, maybe next time you’re in town you could convince her to have a threesome.

Roy stops still. It’s like her words have caused his body to malfunction, his mind spinning with stars and lust and incredulity as it tries to process the inconceivable. He slowly turns around.

Roy: What did you just say?

Public Indecency~Conor Maynard

A/N: i almost feel like i’m cheating on Jack by writing about Conor but oh well the show must go on (this is also by far my fave title k bye)

Conor had finally gotten his shit together and released his second full length album. I couldn’t have been a prouder girlfriend. The launch party his management team and he planned was immaculate and classy as hell. Black and white tie event in a big banquet hall with a twist. Booming music (mostly Conor’s of course), flashy lights, lots of booze, essentially a fancy party with club vibes. It was going to be incredible. 

I decided to channel both themes and go with a little black dress and a good, black pump. As I finished getting ready, I joined the rest of the boys in the living room. As the clacking of my shoes announced my presence, all the boys turned and their jaws drop. “DAMN, (Y/N)!” Caspar exclaimed.

“(Y/N), you look incredible, as always,” Joe added.

“How did my idiot brother get so lucky?” Jack asked, shaking his head in confusion as he took a sip of his drink.

“Stop it, guys,” I retorted as I began to blush.

“Yeah, stop buttering her up!” Conor told the boys off jokingly as he walked up behind me. “If you steal that from me she’ll realize how much of a shite boyfriend I am!” I giggled as he wrapped his arms around me. “You truly look amazing,” Conor whispered in my ear.

“It’s all for you, dear,” I whispered back. I turned around to face him and he went in for a passionate kiss. As we kissed, all the boys groaned in a disgusted chorus. “Jesus Christ!” Jack interjected. “Get a room!” We pulled away from each other and giggled. 

I was walking in front of Conor as we all left to catch our Ubers, and I could feel his eyes were burning into a certain area. “I love the way your ass looks in this dress,” he whispered. “This launch is going to be torture you know.” I turned my head and smiled. “I know,” I said to him. He slightly moaned in agony as we left his apartment and hopped in the car.  “Isn’t this gonna be fun?” I thought to myself.

 When we pulled up to the venue, I began to get out when I suddenly just so happen to lose balance. I leaned back, grabbing Conor’s upper thigh. “Sorry, babe,” I apologized ever so innocently. “You know how I am in these heels.” Conor just responded with a tight smile and a nod. I got out of the car, making sure to exaggerate… certain areas. 

There was a red carpet that went rather quickly for me, but I had a feeling it was a bit painful for Conor. As he walked down to do interviews, I continued to distract him from the matter at hand by putting what mattered in my hands. As I continued to tease him, he became increasingly pissed off. Just the way I liked it. When we entered the venue, he pulled me to the side. “What do you think you’re doing?” he whispered.

“I haven’t the faintest clue what you’re referring to,” I responded innocently.

“Watch yourself,” he warned.

“I think you’re doing a fine job with that on your own, dear,” I told him, kissing his cheek. We entered the ballroom and began to do rounds. As he thought I was done with my torture, the music came on. He smirked at him as I dragged him out to the dance floor. It already had a club vibe, and I could not have been happier. For lack of better terms, I was thot dropping and grinding constantly. That’s when I felt it. I had finally reached my goal. I was cheering, hollering, and jumping all at once inside. I finally got Conor to pop a complete boner.

I felt his hand wrap around my wrist and dragged me out. I smirked at myself, realizing I had won. He quickly shoved me into the coat room and took me to the back of it. It was huge, taking about five minutes to get there. He shoved me against the wall, our faces millimeters away from each other. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” he growled in my ear. It sent shivers down my spine. “Am I?” I asked. “Then what are the rules to this dangerous game?”

“You shut the fuck up as I fuck you against the wall like the slut you are,” he said. I gulped in response, my eyes widening and my cheeks flushing. I’d never heard him speak like that. I never even imagined it. The sex we had was typically more vanilla, much more vanilla, but I could get into this. That’s when he turned me over and pressed me against the wall, my face pressed flush against it. “Open your legs,” he demanded. I obliged as I spread myself out more. He began to fervently rub me through my almost nonexistent underwear. “You really are a dirty girl,” Conor observed with a chuckle. “What’s the point of these things anyway?” 

Before I could even respond, he pushed my panties to the side and slid one finger in. I whined in response. Just as quickly as he put it in, he took it right back out. “Well, someone’s ready,” Conor said. “You’re lucky I don’t want to waste any time.” And with that, he began to pound into me, giving me no time to adjust. I was practically screaming when he covered my mouth. “You need to be quiet, or we’ll get caught,” he told me. 

He continued to incessantly and relentlessly drill me until I felt a tight knot form in my stomach. “I’m close,” I barely spoke in a whisper. 

“I am too.” A few more pounds later, I was off seeing stars. I was probably screaming my lungs out, but I didn’t care in that moment. The mortification could set in later. While I was climaxing, so was Conor as I felt him pull out. We were both a panting mess when I turned to face him. We both officially realized what we had just done and began to giggle like idiots. Just then, we heard the closet door open. Conor and I quickly adjusted ourselves when we were faced with Jack and a blonde bombshell. “God damn it,” Jack grumbled. “Shall we take this party somewhere else? My gross brother and his equally gross girlfriend took my idea.” She simply nodded as she clung to him, lust in her eyes. 

As they walked out, Conor and I began our giggling fit once more. Conor then stopped and turned to look me in the eyes. “I couldn’t have spent my night any better then I already did,” he said. And, with that, he kissed me passionately and we continued with a round two.

Bed Side Manners Ch. 7

(Juice x OC Charlie)

Quick note: Gotta thank Pandora for setting the mood to write. If you wanna hear what I do check out “Unfold” by Alina Baraz & Gali Matias and “Electric” by Alina Baraz feat. Khalid. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!!!

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When Juice got to the lobby he jumped out of the mandatory wheel chair escort and in to Bobby Elivis’ open arms.

“God we’ve missed you little ‘Rican.”

“I’ve miss you guys too brother” Juice turned as Bobby helped him back into his kutte. The long shower and shave Charlie had hooked him up with the day before made him feel a hundred times more like himself but that worn leather made him feel whole. “What have I missed?”

They made their way out to the van and Bobby filled Juice in on everything from Clay and Jax’s  fight in prison after he had left, to the nomad vote, down to the unexpected Church called for that morning.

When they arrived at TM Juice jumped out if the van and was greeted by Chibs, Tig, Happy, and Opie.

When Opie gave him a too tight hug he winced in  pain when the stitches pulled in his back. “Hey someone named Dion called said something about going to the prom?” Opie joked.

“You have no idea how funny that isn’t.” Juice responded patting him on the chest. As he was hugging it out in greeting with the others Clay and Jax pulled up.

“Chapel now!” Barked Clay heading in.

They sat around the table speechless. Gemma had been attacked, beaten and raped by Zobelle’s  crew. So many thoughts ran through his head. He was angry, scared, confused. They were criminals in their own way but none of them would ever do anything like that to someone so innocent and venerable. The worst was they did that to a woman he looked up to all to send a fucking message.

Once church let out Juice got to work on rechecking if any new information had come up on Zobelle or any of his crew. When his searches turned up empty he let Jax know nothing new had come up then went out to the garage to see if any help was needed. Walking into the office he was unprepared for what took him over at the sight of Gemma sitting there.

Seeing the look on his face Gemma stood up. “Oh sweetheart I’m ok.” She said knowingly and gave him a hug.

Deciding to keep his mind off of it he turned towards business. “Is there anything I can do out here?” He asked pointing towards the garage.

“No baby, you need to rest up you’re still healing  and the guys are gonna need you strong for what’s coming.” Nodding he stood frozen a moment before Chibs burst into the office.

“Juicy Boy!!” He said breaking the thoughts of the two standing there, adding smiles to both faces. “Ya fillin’ Gemma ‘ere in on tha’ nurse Charlie? ”

Gemma turned to Juice and raised her eyebrow at the blush spreading over his cheeks. “What nurse?”

Juice chuckled and told Gemma about her, “She sounds perfect baby, I can’t wait to meet her.” Gemma was happy for him being the youngest, besides Jax and Opie, he didn’t always get the better end of the stick when it came to the crew. With the way he lit up when talking about this Charlie, she had a feeling he was going to be doing very well very soon.

“Well you two girls need to go gossip somewhere else.” Gemma began ushering them out of her office. “I’ve got work to do and you two have better to be getting.” She said referring to the recent injuries the two had received.

Walking back towards the club house together Chibs slapped Juice on the shoulder. “So did ya take my advice ‘bout tha lass?”

Juice just smiled “Yeah I did.”

When they got inside they had a beer and Juice told Chibs all that had happened with Charlie that night and the next day. Chibs was proud of his young friend. He loved Juice and wanted well for him more than most.

Chibs soon got up and went outside. Left alone in the quiet of the club house Juice just stared at the screen of his laptop thinking about Gemma and everything they would be dealing with in the near future. His mind drifted to darker thoughts, and before he knew it his fingers were flying across the keys.

Charlie had just gotten back from a run to the grocery store. Walking into the back door she dropped her keys on the counter and placed her groceries in the fridge. Moving to the living room she jumped nearly out of her skin at the sight of Juice sitting on her couch.

“Jesus Christ,” She yelped clutching her hand to her chest. “You scared the shit outta me. How did you get in here, and more importantly how did you know where I lived?”

“Intelligence Officer for a group of criminals, remember?” He answered not really looking up.

“Right.” Charlie mumbled. She wasn’t sure what else to say because as she took in the man before her he seemed to be a shell of the smiling guy she had shared burgers and kisses with the day before.

Slowly she made her way closer to him. When she stood in front of Juice he still hadn’t lifted his face to hers so she dropped down taking hold of his hands. “Juice?” Nothing. “Hun?” She tried again and placed one hand under his chin forcing him to look at her.

What she saw broke her heart. He looked like he’d been waring with his own eyes. Forcing tears to keep themselves at bay. “Juice what’s wrong you’re scaring me?”

Taking her face in his hands “Baby I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just… somethings happened today, and I… ” he stopped he wanted to say what he needed to say but it was a bit much so he took pause to organize his thoughts. “I know it’s been a week but I cannot stop thinking about you. I wonder where you are, who your with, are you smiling enough, are you safe enough…and I keep telling myself to chill out but…I mean it’s only been a week and you’ve taken over my whole mind… but I gotta know before I say anything else what are you thinking about me and us.”

Charlie’s eyes glossed over as a feeling relief at his words hit her full force. In all honesty she’d been having the same thoughts about him and constantly found she was reminding her self that she wasn’t in high school and needed to slow down,  that she was gonna scare him off. “Juice Ifeel the exact same, honestly I really thought I was gonna scare you off if I told you that I have those same thoughts.”  Her relief reflected in his eyes so she continued. “I want this to go somewhere, I want to be with you I want to come to this empty place and it not be empty. And I want you to be the one to fill it up….”

Juice used the hold he had and pulled Charlie in kissing her. Partly because he wanted to, partly because he needed her to shut up. Pulling back he placed his forehead to hers. He was really holding back but had to clarify just one more thing. “I’m not a good man Charlie, I’m a criminal, I make mistakes and things are happening right now that, even I’m afraid of. I just need you to know that. Especially if we’re gonna be anything more than what we’ve been.”

He kept his eyes closed fearing the look on her face if she rejected him. Then he felt a tear hit his thumb and slide down to his wrist as she breathed out a whispered but firm. “I understand” to prove that she still wanted this SHE kissed HIM this time.

Juice returned her kiss with more force, while wiping her tears with his thumbs.

They soon became more forceful, more passionate. Juice slid his hands from her face, reaching down to wrap around her thighs where she was squatting down infront of him. Using his well developed strength he easily lifted her small frame into his lap. Never once breaking their kiss.

Charlie gasped when he picked her up so suddenly. Juice wasted no time taking advantage of her now parted lips and slipped his toung in aganst hers. Their tongues began to battle for dominance, passion and lust driving them. Juice was barely holding on he needed her now. He moved his lips to her jaw and down her neck. As he licked an nipped across her collar bone. Charlie was falling apart above him. When he reached the first button of her shirt he pause and looked up. She was beautiful, lips slightly parted and swollen from his own, afternoon sun slipping in though the window behind him making her skin glow. He needed more. NOW. Re-attaching his lips to hers he reached between them and ripped her shirt open sending buttons in every direction. This ignited a fire in Charlie she had not felt before with anyone.

Juice pulled what was left of the top from her shoulders. His rough hands left a tingling fire in their wake as he roamed them up her back pulling her closer. Quickly he stood from the couch never letting her go. Charlie wrapped her legs around his waist. Walking down the hall with her in his arms he stopped slamming her against the wall when she bit his lip a bit harshly. After a bite of his own he pulled away “Bedroom?” He growled

“Door at the end” pulling her from the wall he walked her through the door. He lowered her slender frame gently onto the bed. As soon as her body touched the mattress he sat back and took her in. He realised suddenly he didnt want this to be fast or rough. He was gonna take his time with her he was going to savor this moment. He wanted to map out ever curve, every edge. Juice removed his Kutte setting it on her dresser behind him then pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. Charlie watched him, her cool blue grey eyes holding onto his warm chocolate ones, as she pulled her bra from her chest. He undid his belt and let his pants fall to the ground. Seeing this Charlie reached for the button of her own jeans, but was stopped when Juice grabbed her hand. Her breathing became more shallow as she watched him. Slowly, gently he reached out with a quick flick of his wrist her button was undone and Juice leaned down. Pulling the zipper open with his hands on either hip, he followed the slowly exposing flesh with his toung.

Charlie watched him in awe running her blunt nils over his scalp. Juice ran hot open mouthed kisses from one hip bone to the other as he rolled the form fitting jeans down her legs. Once he had her rid of them he looked down at her panty covered center. Charlie saw him lick his lips but she didn’t want that. Not today. “Baby.” She called to him his eyes flicked to hers and with out another word he stood pulling down his boxers then laid himself out over her. With one arm holding him up the other moved to her breasts gently he massaged  one running his thumb over it’s tip for just a moment before running his hand softly down her side as he kissed her. Reaching the thin fabric of her simple black boy shorts, he pulled them down her thighs.

Charlie kicked them off and onto the floor with the rest of the clothes that had been long forgotten there. She grabbed his face with both hands pulling him more fully over her. Hooking one leg up around his hip she pulled him down and rubbed herself against him. Juice sucked in a hiss.

Pulling back he looked down. Grabbing ahold of himself he rolled his thumb over his tip then ran his head along her more than ready entrance. As he lined himself up he looked into her eyes. This was her one last chance to back out. “Are you sure?” He asked her.

“I’m sure.” She told him with nothing less than pure confidence.

Juice leaned back down and kissed her as he entered her. Sheathing himself fully insider her they gasped and groaned in unison. They took a moment to adjust, her to his size, him to the grip her body held him in.

Soon Juice began to move rocking gently at first, then long, slow, and deep. Pulling out nearly completely before slowly sliding back in to his hilt. The room filled with gasps and quiet moans.

It wasn’t much longer before Charlie could feel a coil tightening it’s self in her lower abdomen. And with the way he was filling her up with each steady strong stroke it wouldn’t take much more for that spring to snap.

Juice held her with one hand on her hip. His other side was leaned against his forearm with his hand tangled in her hair. Charlie had her legs hiked up over his steadily rolling hips. Her arms wrapped around him pulling him impossibly closer.

When her nails dug a bit into his sides and her walls began to flutter around him where he had buried himself deep inside her. He knew she was getting dangerously close to the precipice. He wanted to watch her as he sent her over that final edge. “Baby, look at me.”

She opened her eyes when she felt his head pull back slightly. Locking eyes with her he used the hand on her hip and pushed down. Changing the angle just enough causing the tightening spring inside her to snap suddenly. Charlie felt it spread out tingling her fingers and toes.

Watching her pupils blow wide Juice leaned down and kissed her. At the feel of her contracting around him his hips stuttered a bit. Unable to hold back any longer he followed her over the edge and into oblivion.

anonymous asked:

omg so that proposal fic was amazing. is there any chance you could also do like a little sequel of sorts like all the people coming over (it seemed like they were having people over in the fic correct me if I'm wrong there lmao) realising that isak is wearing a ring? thank you and have an amazing day!!

Prompt: Kay so reading your proposal drabble got me all emotional about Isak and Even getting married so idk maybe you could do something about either them telling their friends that they’re engaged or like them planning the wedding or the actual wedding? :)

Alright! I’m so glad that everyone liked my proposal fic yesterday. I got a couple of asks wondering if I’d do a sequel and I was like “yeah, why not?” So here we go!!

And you don’t necessarily have to have read yesterday’s fic, but if you want to its right–> Here!


“Do you want to tell them?”

Even’s tone holds no judgement, features and movements relaxed as he pops yet another slab of sugar cookies from the oven. Still, Isak’s eyes narrow.

“Why would I not tell them?” Isak softly refuses Even’s offer of a crumbling cookie (victim to their persnickety oven which came with the apartment and has cost Isak and Even many-a-meal since moving in).

Even shrugs, putting the surviving cookies on a cooling tray. “You know how the boys are. They’ll get excited and they won’t leave you alone all night, which will inevitably annoy you, and then you’ll mumble after they leave about how aggravating they are and how you never want to invite them over again. And then you’ll wake up in the morning and invite them for dinner and drinks for the following weekend. Sound right?” 

Isak blinks, absently turning the ring (now situated on the corresponding ring finger because he is engaged as fuck now.) “Huh. Well I still want to tell them. Don’t you?”

Even casts him a dry look, “Baby, you know if you’d let me, I’d shout it out into the streets.”

Isak flushes and leans against the counter, tilting his head up just enough to draw Even’s attention. He immediately leans forward to catch Isak’s lips in a brief kiss, before pulling back. “I’m so happy. I didn’t think I could ever feel this happy.”

Isak pecks at his lips one more time before pushing away from the counter. “I love you. And I’m not going to tell them. I’m going to wait for them to notice.”

“Sana will notice first. 200kr says so.”


Sana zeroes in on his ring finger before the front door is even closed behind her.

She says nothing, of course, but her pointed smirk is enough congratulations to fill Isak’s cheeks with color. And the way she hip bumps Even is a clear sign that the congratulations goes out to both of them.

“Fuck.” Isak whispers with feeling as Even makes hand gestures signaling the money Isak now owes him.

Vilde, Noora, Eva, and Chris don’t seem to notice a thing for the time being.

The boys arrive approximately ten minutes after the girls; each laden with a six pack of beer or harder alcohol.

“Jesus guys, this is a Christmas” He stops and amends, “non-denominational holiday party, not a fucking pre-game.” Isak sighs, but accepts the beer with a flourish, nodding politely at Jonas’ new girlfriend, who tagged along.

“It’s Jesus’s birthday, isn’t it?” Mahdi laughs, “Let’s throw a rager.”

“What have you guys been up to?” Jonas asks, handing Isak a beer and Even a coke as they all took up various spots around the living room, “Anything interesting?”

Isak studies Jonas’s expression. Blank faced, the bastard, giving him no indication whether or not he knew.

“As a matter of fact,” Even said, “we spent the day making cookies and decorating the tree.”

Vilde’s head pops up, “Cookies?”

“The tree looks great,” Noora says, “Except- did you stop in the middle of it? It seems like only one side is actually decorated.”

Isak glances at the tree, which fuck, yep he may or may not have forgotten to finish after he was so rudely interrupted by a proposal from the man of his life. He shrugs and waves at the tree helplessly.

That’s when Noora’s eyes catch on the gold band around his finger. She sits up immediately from her spot on the couch, mouth parting slightly. “Uh- Isak?”

“Ah shit man,” Magnus groaned, wiping at his chest, “I spilled my beer.”

Even gestures toward the bathroom, “Towels are in there, man.”

Magnus bounds up from his spot on the arm of the couch and makes for the bathroom.

Isak sighs when he notices Noora and Eva gesturing wildly together. Noora keeps circling her ring finger while Eva glances wildly around the room in confusion. Even slips an arm around Isak’s waist as he chuckles at the girl’s antics.

“What the fuck are you two doing?”

Noora freezes at Jonas’s incredulous stare, “Just- just…”

“Jesus Christ.” Isak palms his face and takes a gulp of beer, “Alright- guys? Even and I want to share something.”

“Are you two pregnant?” Chris asks, munching on one of the sugar cookies.

Even snorts, “Not quite.”

Mahdi leans back, “Fuck, are you guys moving again?”

“No, dipshits,” Sana says, “Look at Isak’s hand.”

Noora makes a victorious sound and Eva’s mouth drops open. The boys squint, until Jonas leaps out of his chair, “No way!”

“Yeah, uh- Even and I are getting married. And like- we want you guys to be there.”

“If you can,” Even tacks on for good measure.

He lets out a breath now that its out in the open. The room is silent for a fraction of a second before the girls let out dramatic cheers and Mahdi whoops enthusiastically.

Isak laughs when Jonas comes over to give him a huge hug. “I’m so happy for you man.”

He squeezes Jonas back a little tighter before letting go. Jonas moves on to give Even a hug as well. Mahdi is next in line, and then Sana and all at once all of his friends are crowding him and Even and hugging and kissing cheeks and Isak tries to remember the last time he’s felt so loved and supported by so many people.

Fucking years ago, he’d been a terrified, high off his ass brat who was living day by day by shuttering himself deeper and deeper into the closet.

And now. Now he was engaged to a man he openly adored and his friends knew and supported him and fuck now he was going to be getting married and all of these people who had become his family were going to be apart of it.

Isak felt a little emotional. And at the center of it all, expertly fielding exuberant kisses and laughs, was Even. Perfect fucking Even.

He caught Isak’s eye and grinned.

Somewhere in the background a door slammed and Magnus walked out with a white towel pressed up against his chest. At everybody’s thrilled expressions, he stopped, “What did I miss?”


**Feel free to message or ask me anything🙂**

Tara and Lyla stumbled and laughed as they drunkenly walked supporting each other across the lot to the clubhouse from the cab, both looking for their men in the crowd gathered at the usual Sons party.

“We need to find Happy.” Lyla giggled.

“And Jax!” Tara almost yelled.

“But we have to find Happy first. He needs to get Y/N.” Lyla tried to keep a straight face but ended up laughing loudly as they finally stumbled into the clubhouse.

“Yes… Yes, we need to do that but I think we need a shot first.” Tara laughed as they stumbled over to the bar, Lyla knocking into Piney as Tara ordered tequila shots from Chucky.

Piney grumbled before he looked around the clubhouse seeing Jax and Opie making their way over, having spotted the women.

“Hi babe.” Jax said as he walked up behind Tara as she swallowed her last shot.

“Jax!” Tara yelled as she spun around and almost leapt into his arms. He quickly caught her as she placed a sloppy kiss on his lips.

“Maybe we should get you home.” Jax couldn’t contain the laughter as he smirked.

“No! We have to find Happy… He has to get Y/N!” Lyla shouted over the music as Opie wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her from going anywhere.

“What? Where’s Y/N?” Jax asked as he looked at Opie.

“She was arrested. It wasn’t her fault though.” Tara told them, swaying in Jax’s arms.

“No, she was saving me! But the guy hurt her.” Lyla informed the men as Tara nodded along.

“Jesus Christ. Pop, can you stay with the girls while we find Happy and go to the station with him? Try to get some water in them too.” Opie looked at Piney and Chucky.

“Of course. Go, I’ve got them.” Piney spoke gruffly.

Jax and Opie kissed their respective old ladies then helped them sit, one of either side of Piney before they realised that Chucky was filling the shot glasses with water as he told them it was vodka which they happily accepted. Both of the men shook their heads and walked away in search of Happy.

“Koz! You seen Hap?” Jax called as he came across Kozik with a crow-eater in his lap. Koz looked up, seeing the serious expression, he stood up, dropping the crow eater down.

“I think he’s by the ring Prez.” Kozik informed them already following them as they walked outside.

“Over there.” Opie nodded his head towards Happy who was stood next to Chibs, Bobby and Tig. All three of the men made their way through the crowd watching the fights to them.

“Hap. You need to go bail your old lady out.” Jax garnered the man’s attention and subsequently the rest of the men’s.

“What? What did she do?” Happy almost groaned.

“We’re not exactly sure. According to Lyla, Y/N was saving her. I’m going with you, let’s take the van.” Jax filled him in.

“Yeah Prez.” Happy answered following Jax to the van.

“I better go see what else I can get out of the girls.” Opie sighed.

“I want to hear this.” Tig chucked.

“Me too.” Kozik added knowing Y/N.

Opie simply turned on his feet with the rest of the club following behind, all eager to hear the story.


You sat holding an ice pack to your face, your cheek already brushing heavily and your lip split still bleeding, not to mention that your hand felt like it had been rammed into a brick wall. You knew you were going to get a telling off from Happy but you were in the right even if it was wrong to hit someone. You weren’t drunk, you’d only had one drink.

“Y/N, the club’s here for you.” Officer Candy Eglee said as she stepped into the holding cell.

“The club?” You asked knowing you hadn’t called them, and wondering how many had turned up.

“ Jax and your old man… Keep the ice pack.” Eglee answered as you picked up your black pump heels then stood gingerly as your entire body ached after you had been slammed to the floor.

“Thanks.” You answered walking out past her, taking your clutch purse as you did and slinging it over your shoulder, thankful for the small silver chain strap.

You rounded the corner to see Jax and Happy standing waiting for you. You stopped and looked at both of them before you turned, walking past them and straight out of the station into the cool fresh night air, knowing they would follow you.

You felt Happy’s hand grip your elbow making you stop and turn to look at him. He reached up and lifted your hand holding the ice pack away from your face.

“Jesus Christ.” Happy growled seeing the state you were in, both eyes were blackening, not to mention the still bleeding lip, and the still darkening bruise to your cheek.

“I’m fine. Are Tara and Lyla alright?” You asked as Happy moved your hand and the ice pack back to your face.

“They’re fine, drunk and at the clubhouse. Want to tell us what happened?” Jax answered.

“This guy grabbed Lyla, recognised her from one of the Saffron sister videos and wouldn’t let go of her. I intervened and he attacked me.” You told them quietly.

“Let’s get you back to the clubhouse. Let Chibs check you over.” Jax could see the exhaustion and that Happy was ready to storm back into the station to find the guy that had attacked you.

You got into the van with Happy as Jax got into the driver’s seat. You grasped his hand in your free one and squeezed it lightly.


“Y/N! Y/N!” Lyla jumped from her seat and leapt into your arms, almost sending you to the ground if it wasn’t for Happy as his arm around you.

“Chibs, check her out.” Jax ordered.

Aye, let me take a look lass.“ Chibs told you as Opie pried Lyla off of you, although Happy wouldn’t let go of you either. Chibs stepped closer and examined your face.

"You’re going to be bruised and swollen but nothing looks broken.” Chibs advised.

“Thanks.” You sighed softly as you leant into Happy’s side, the exhaustion setting in as his large hand rested over your hip, his thumb rubbing over the fabric of the black bodycon dress you were wearing.

“Come on, let’s crash here tonight.” Happy rasped quietly as he pressed his lips against your temple. You nodded and unwrapped yourself from him just enough to be able to walk.

“Night.” You told everyone as Happy lead you past them to his dorm room.

You unwrapped yourself completely from Happy once you were in his room, kicking off your heels and dropping your bag down along with the ice pack before you turned to face him again seeing he had taken off his kutte and stowed his weapons.

“There’s some painkillers in the draw.” He said as he stepped closer to you, his hands finding their way to the zipper. He slowly pulled it down as you slipped the dress off of your body, letting it fall to your feet.

“I just want to sleep.” You mumbled tiredly leaning against him, feeling his fingers run over your spine, stopping to unclasp your bra.

He pulled away from you, pulling the lacy bra down and letting it drop to the floor before he pulled his grey shirt off and slid it down over your head then took his jeans off. He slipped his hands down to the back of your thighs and lifted you up, letting you wrap your legs around him as he carried you to the bed. He reached down and pulled the blankets back then laid down in the bed on his back with you on his chest, your legs entwined with his, and your head pressed into his neck.

You’re Chibs’ daughter and in an abusive relationship, everyone finds out and the guys have a ‘chat’ with your boyfriend.

Originally posted by siyahasikaranlik

WARNINGS: Violence, Abuse, Language, Could be triggering

To the anon that requested I hope you feel better :)

Slap! The strike of his hand touching your face made you rethink all of the words that left your mother, why did I always have to get him angry, you asked yourself. “Why can’t you just do as you’re told, huh? Why can’t you Y/N?” Your boyfriend, Frank, yelled at your form that was on the floor, hand to your cheek, “I’m sorry.” You whispered and Frank sighed, “No I’m sorry I promise I won’t ever do it again…it’s just….well I love you so much baby. It won’t happen again I swear, just don’t leave me.” He begged as he hugged you and you smiled, “I won’t Frank I love you too.” After that hit Frank was so sweet to you, he helped you cook dinner, you two even snuggled up on the couch watching a movie, it was nice.

“Okay I’m heading out.” You told him and he stood up making you swallow hard, “Where are you going? You’re gonna cheat on me aren’t you?” He questioned and you shook your head, “No Frank I swear. It’s just my dad he wants to have breakfast together that’s all.” You explained quickly and Frank huffed out, “No you’re staying here you don’t need to talk to him.”

You bit your lip, “I miss him.” Frank gripped your arm tightly pulling you close, “You’d rather spend time with him than me? He doesn’t know you the way I do Y/N, he’s no good for you.” He growled and you put a hand to his chest, “Frank please I’ll be back in a bit.” You gasped when he pushed you against the door, “Go. If you aren’t back in an hour you’ll pay do you understand me.” You nodded and quickly walked out the door to your car, you looked at your mirror and groaned, the foundation barely covered the bruise on your cheek.

It took you a short minute before you made it to TM to see your dad, “Hey daddy.” You said hugging your father, “Oh there’s my girl. Ah missed ye so much love!” Chibs said as he spun you in his arms before finally setting you down. “Jesus Christ!” You heard your Uncle Tig gasp and you gulped when you noticed your dad stand at full height, his shoulders tight as he looked at your face. “Hey is that Y/N? How have you…holy shit.” Juice’s smile disappeared and was replaced with total anger.

“Ye better have a good fuckin’ excuse and not that it was an accident shite.” Your father growled and you looked on the ground. “Speak.” Happy’s rasped voice made you suck in a breath as you looked up at your father, “I-I don’t have an excuse.”

“Jesus Christ Y/N! Did that boyfriend of yours do this?” Your father asked angrily and the other guys walked over after hearing him yell. Venus stepped closer, her hand gently touching your cheek, “He hits you…then tells you he doesn’t mean it, that he’ll never do it again.”

“That he only does it because he just loves you so much.” Gemma added as she crossed her arms and you felt the tears go in your eyes as your dad pulled you tightly into his chest. “He always says it then after he’ll be sweet and treat you like a princess.” Venus continued and you cried harder. “Makes you promise not to leave, and tries to keep you from your family.” You cried as there words were exactly the definition of Frank, violence, apology, asks you not to leave, treats you right, then repeat. That’s how it was and no matter what he would never change no matter how much you loved him.

“Why wouldn’t ye tell me?” You heard your father’s voice break, “Ye could’ve come te me.”

“To all of us.” Kozik said and you felt his hand go to your shoulder, “We’ve been together for five years I can’t just ruin what we’ve had.” You told them as you pulled away from your dad, “What you’ve had has already been destroyed.” Your Uncle Bobby said and you wiped your eyes, “I can’t. I love him.” Happy scuffed, “That ain’t love, that’s poison.” You shook your head, “No you’re all lying, he loves me.” You yelled, “Frank said that’s how you’d see our relationship.”

“Cause his ass is brain washin’ ye! You’re a battered woman and ye don’t even know it.” Chibs told you as he shook his head, “Ah’m sorry that Ah let ye down, Ah should’ve known.” You looked at him and shook your head, “No it’s my fault daddy…” Chibs glared, “No it ain’t ye damn fault, look how this man made ye! You’re strong! Ye can leave him love, and we’ll be there so you have someone to fall back on. Y/N, you’re so much better than the way he treats ye.” He said as he held your face in his hands.

“You’re worth more than the amount of times he hits you.” Jax told you and Kozik nodded, “You’re smart, beautiful, funny, no matter what that asshole tells you.” You shook your head, “I’m scared.” Gemma kissed your head and Chibs stepped back as Venus came over to give you a hug, “That’s why you have your family to help you when the battle gets to hard dear.”

“We want to help, but only if you’ll let us.” Juice said, “We have to know that you won’t run back. Cause we won’t help you unless you’re sure about not going back.” Opie told you and you nodded with a smile, “Yeah…yeah I think I’m ready.” It felt like the world was lifted as the words left your mouth. “Good. Ye heard her boys. It seems we got someone that needs some talkin’ to.” Your dad shouted and the rest of the men shouted, “Ain’t no fucks with our girl.” Happy smirked and kissed your head making you smile. “Yo Half-Sack get the van, we’re gonna talk Lil’ Ole Frankie for a ride.”

“Oh my god dad are you gonna kill him?” You asked and Happy laughed along with Tig, “Nah just gonna give him a scare, maybe break some fingers.” Happy chuckled and Tig smirked, “Maybe shove a flute up his ass, show him what’ll happen in prison if he fucks up another lady like that.” All the guys laughed and you shivered, “Let’s go inside sweet pea, and let your Uncles handle things.” Venus’ southern voice soothed you and the feel of Gemma beside you comforted you as well and you’re glad you told your family.

“What are you doing here?” Frank asked Chibs, “Who are they?”

“Us well we’re garbage pickers here to throw out some rotten trash.” Happy grinned, the others laughing darkly as Tig took a crow bar and hit Frank in the head with a loud thunk.

“Hey dad.” You smiled, you didn’t comment or ask why all of the Sons look like they just took fresh showers, instead you just smiled. “Hey love. Your hair looks good.” Kozik nodded, “Yeah and those nails are sick too.” You laughed, “Venus and Gemma did them, so…should I ask?”

Your father shook his head and you shivered when you heard Happy and Tig let out loud bone chilling laughs, “Not one bit baby, no one bit.”

Her day had been long and hot, and thankfully, uneventful. Naturally though, because Grace was…well…herself, it couldn’t stay that way. The day had been fine, people were out having fun and alcohol hadn’t played as big a role. Now though, under the cover of night and with booze in their systems, the casual homophobes were rearing their ugly heads. She’d been in line for the bathroom when she noticed a man cornering a younger looking girl. The girl looked just this side of eighteen, and white and scared as the guy snarled at her, pointing his finger in her face. With a heavy sigh, Grace intervened, flashing the badge and catching a rocket fist to the face in response. Now, with the guy firmly out on his ass, Grace cupped her bleeding nose and rapidly swelling cheek and stumbled to the nearest seat, tilting her head back. “Okay,” she said, “Fuck. Jesus fucking christ, I hate people.” She addressed the person nearest to her, peeking out from under her hand. “I will pay you fifty dollars to one, never mention this again, and two, to find me ice somehow. Literally. I have fifty dollars in my wallet and it is yours if you help me. Because apparently fucknuts over there decided to punch my face, and now we have this situation.”

Request: New Son - Part 3

Request: So if it’s alright, Imagine Norman or Daryl being a Son, being very loyal and wise, goofing off with Juice but when it comes down to business, he is very serious. Also, when he’s on the motorcycle he can be showing off to impress the ladies.

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: violence


Originally posted by reedusgif

Daryl’s POV

“Daryl!”, Y/N yelled his name and he wanted to tell her to step back or run, but he couldn’t, the man was hitting him again and a second guy walked towards her. His vision blurred, but he still tried to fight, he tried to reach for something. Daryl tilted his head back, hitting the guy’s nose and they stumbled into the dining room. He managed to get free and turn around, but just to receive a punch on his jaw.

Daryl spit the blood and grabbed the closest thing to hit the man on the head. He bought himself seconds; time enough for him to grab his knife. The burglar stepped back, looking for something on his waist. Daryl smirked; the man had lost the gun too, now he had the advantage. He attacked, but made only a rip on the black hoodie. He just noticed they were close to the door when the man ran through it. Daryl followed him, but a car sped up on the street, his partner taking him away.

“Y/N!”, he suddenly remembered, running back to the house. He stepped into the messy kitchen and his eyes hurt when the lights were turn on.

“Jesus! You look awful!”, Daryl protected his eyes from the light with his hand and blinked a few times, Y/N becoming clear on his sight.

“How….Where is…?”, he mumbled, confused. She sighed and lifted her gun; it had a silencer on it.

“Who do you think I am? Damsel in distress?”, she put the gun on the table and walked towards him. Daryl hissed when she touched his swollen face, “I learnt how to shoot before I could read”

“Damn it”, he groaned, straying from her touch. She followed him while Daryl slowly walked back to the living room. He raised an eyebrow to her when he saw the burglar’s body on the floor.

“Mother loves that carpet”, she mumbled, arms crossed over her chest, “Blood stains are hard to came out”


I couldn’t sleep, so I laid in bed with a book and my gun on the nightstand. Daryl was on the couch, at the living room and I tried to ignore him being there. I was far from being, but everything was calm in my neighborhood. I put the book aside and reached for the lampshade to turn it off. That was when I heard the glass being broken. My mother had raised me better and my brother had taught me how to shoot, so I grabbed my gun and left the room.

“Daryl!”, I couldn’t help a yell when I saw him fighting with the burglar. I wanted to help him, but a second man came towards me. I didn’t think, I pulled the trigger. He felt on the carpet, bleeding from his abdomen. I shot again, on his chest and he stopped moving. Blood spread on the floor, “Shit”

I blocked all the noises when the man came closer, so the mess on the dining room surprised me when I turned the lights on. “Y/N!”, I heard a raspy voice calling me and then Daryl was on the kitchen, protecting his eyes from the light.

“Jesus! You look awful!”, I blurted and he stared at me, face pale and eyes wide. His jaw was swollen, mouth bleeding and he was confused. I put my gun on the table and carefully touched his jaw. He pulled back and limped around the house, moving to the living room. He looked from the body on the floor to me. Oh come on! Give me some credit boy! I just crossed my arms and stared at the blood, “Mother loves that carpet. Blood stains are hard to came out”

“Blood stains?”, Daryl raised his eyebrows at me. I stared at him until he look away, shaking his head.

“Come on”, I held his elbow and carefully guided him to the dining room again. I pulled a chair and made him sit. I gave him a cloth and some ice. He thanked me, “I’m going to call Jax and than Happy, to clean this… Mess”

“To bury the body you mean”, Daryl chuckled and I smiled at him.

“Yeah”, I let him alone and went to find my phone.


Jax wasn’t answering his phone, so I called Happy. The Tacoma Killer didn’t ask a thing, he just said he was coming. Daryl was feeling better when Happy showed up and we had moved the body away from the carpet, taking it outside to clean later.

“What the hell happened here?”, Happy growled as soon as he stepped inside. I rushed to calm him down and tell all about that night. His jaw twitched and he just mumbled, “I’ll take care of the body, you should call your brother”

“He isn’t answering”, I sighed, watching Happy put Daryl aside and crouched close to the body. He looked up at me and asked for piece of paper.


Daryl and Happy were ignoring me, going all business and deciding that I should go meet Jax. I would be safe where they were hidden until Happy find out who were the man at my house. We got the address and Daryl drove until this place far from town and we entered at the building.

“Diosa?”, I looked at the girls around there and then to Daryl. He smirked and leaned to whisper on my ear.

“I think it’s a brothel”, I narrowed my eyes at him. Yeah, I noticed that Dixon, thanks! He chuckled and we both straightened when we heard my mother’s voice.

“Y/N!?”, she rushed towards us, eyes wide at Daryl’s bruises and held my face, looking for wounds, “What happened?” 

Daryl’s POV

Night was being rough for him. Daryl hadn’t slept yet and now he was seated on a couch at a brothel while Y/N told her mother and this guy, Nero, what had happened.

“Jesus Christ!”, Gemma put a hand over her chest and Y/N hugged her mother.

“It’s fine mom”, she kissed her mother’s cheek, “Happy and the prospect are at the house. I’m fine, Daryl is fine”

Gemma hugged her daughter tight and I looked at Daryl over her shoulder. She smiled and muttered a ‘Thank You’. Daryl nodded and stretched on the couch, waiting for his boss while mother and daughter walked away for some privacy.


“Aye, Daryl!”, he heard a thick accent calling him and a hand patting his face. Daryl jumped on the couch, looking around. He remembered where he was and there were Chibs, Bobby and Jax staring at him.

“What the hell are you doing here!?”, Jax hissed, grabbing a fistful of Daryl’s shirt, “Where is my sister? Happy told me he would send you there!”

“Jackie”, Chibs tried to hold Jax, but Daryl’s boss didn’t let him go.

“Something happened”, Jax had lifted Daryl, looking like he could kill his new brother, “Where is she?”

“Jackson Nathaniel Teller!”, Y/N voice cut through and Daryl turned his head to look at her. Arms crossed, annoyed expression and her mother by her side, “Could you please let Daryl go? I’m right here”

Jax finally let Daryl go and he would had felt if it wasn’t for Chibs to hold him. His boss cupped his sister’s face, looking for any wounds or even a strand of hair out of place.

“She is fine Jackson”, Gemma touched her son’s arm, but he ignored her, looking inside his sister’s eyes.

“What are you two doing here?”, Jax let his sister go and waited for an answer.

“First,-“, Y/N said, “I think you should apologize to Daryl, he did nothing wrong. Actually, he was really brave”

Wait. What was happening? Daryl looked from Jax to Y/N and almost asked her to repeat that. Was Princess making him a compliment? 


I woke up and walked to the small kitchen at Diosa, looking for coffee. My mother was already there and Daryl was still on the couch, asleep. Nobody had woke up him, poor guy.

“Morning”, mother greeted me and gave me a cup of coffee. We stayed in silence until I heard my brother’s voice out there. I rushed to see what was going on and found Jax holding a fistful of Daryl’s shirt. Oh God!

“Jackson Nathaniel Teller!”, I raised my voice and all eyes turned to me as I crossed my arms. I could kill Jax in that moment, “Could you please let Daryl go? I’m right here”

Poor Daryl almost felt when Jax let him go and I rolled my eyes when my paranoid brother cupped my face, he moved my head to one side and then to the other, looking for bruises.

“She is fine Jackson”, mother came to the rescue just to be ignored by her stubborn son, who stared at me, arms crossed.

“What are you two doing here?”, Jax inquired and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“First,-“, I creased my brow, “I think you should apologize to Daryl, he did nothing wrong. Actually, he was really brave”


I told Jax everything that had happened and of course, he freaked out. Daryl joined me and we both finished the story, seeing my brother finally calm down when we told Happy had helped us. In the next second, the boys were all business and Chibs pulled Daryl to a corner, talking with him and Bobby, making plans.

Jax hugged me and we went back to the kitchen, to drink coffee and watch the place.

“So…”, my brother smirked, “You two are getting along now? Did he earn your trust?”

“Don’t push, Jackson”, I rolled my eyes, smiling, “You still need to explain how you ended up in a brothel. Who is this guy, Nero, by the way? How does he know mom?”

My brother looked at Nero and our mother talking on a corner, they seemed close. I followed his gaze and sighed when he talked again, “About that…”


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Love this gif LOL

The Newsroom Sentence Meme

Part II - Feel free to change pronouns/details around as you see fit!

“You’re dressed much too nicely to work here.”
“I don’t know why I said that so loud.”
“Unless he gets tired, which happens sometimes because he’s old.”
“I’ll put up a suggestion box.”
“That didn’t sound like something that should come with a warning, that sounded like something that should come with balloons.”
“That’s not hard to be.”
“All I heard was sounds coming from the mouth of a nerd.”
“Does anybody mind if I start drinking a lot of bourbon right now? And a little while later put my fist through his head?”
“She gets panic attacks. She starts to get dizzy and shake and she thinks she’s dying.”
“The guys you bring to the apartment have got to stop taking my Xanax.”
“I wish your face would stop moving so I can punch it.”
“In the five months I’ve been here, you two have broken up four times and gotten together five times, so there must be a strong connection.”
“Based on what are you giving relationship advice?”
“… and Moses says “Look, you want to play golf or you want to fuck around?””
“Bigfoot is real.”
“The cute, sweet-looking puppy dog guy with a stupid look on his face?”
“Oh, there’s sub-headings?”
“I only seem liberal because I believe hurricanes are caused by high barometric pressure and not gay marriage.”
“I’m on a mission to civilize.”
“On the off-chance that you’re not going to live forever, why don’t you make yourself happy now?”
“Hey, stupid!”
“You’re a womanizing asshole and she hates you.”
“Try not to date anybody before you’re on the air.”
“They have a difficult relationship with reality.”
“No. Is that it?”
“Excuse me! This isn’t soundproof glass!”
“Jesus Christ, how much do you hate me?”
“That’s exactly what I’ll fucking tell her.”
“I’m not fucking around!”
“I fucked everything up!”
“If I ever tell you otherwise, you punch me in the face!”

randelle24  asked:

8, 19 , 32 , 33 for that ask thingy bb

8: um???? Idk this blog I guess I mean it’s pretty great follow me @ms-paint-idol-hell on timlr.comp t hx

19: oh Jesus Christ middle school is something I never want to remember like if I saw my middle school self I would punch her in the face but once I wore a bacon suit to school and three people bit me and one guy hugged me and told me he loved me

32: my childhood home!!! It was a little wooden house ((I don’t consider it a cabin bc it wasn’t totally secluded and didn’t look like it was made of logs)) and it was surrounded by trees and sunlight and it was so pretty I miss it lots!!

33: when I’m sad I just lay in my bed tbh. Or I listen to angsty songs and cry I am the biggest crybaby in the world so I get sad very easily and frequently once I kicked my dog in the face by accident and I cried about it for half an hour while holding him I felt so bad :(

synstruck  asked:

eruri c9-- /slapped

Eruri, C9: Watching porn together and making fun of the actors/scenes

nsfw, no warnings apply, levi has a potty mouth, ~1.3k

Four am wake up call, five am shuttle, boarding time 6:45am, land at 8:30am, just enough time to splash a little water on your face and brush your teeth and then it was, “Gerald! Great seeing you! How’s that shortgame coming! Ha! Well say ‘Hi’ to Peggy and the kids for me.”

“Could you stick your nose further up his asshole?” Levi asked, cocking his head to the side and loosening his tie.

“Networking is important,” Erwin said, getting into the elevator and resting his head against the back, feeling the gears starting up as they ascended to their room.

“No, sales are important.”

Levi would know, he was the best salesman at the company despite his complete apathy for the job.

“Let’s just agree to split the difference,” Erwin said tiredly. “You going down to the mixer?”

“No, these conferences are just fuck city. Like have you been in the hallways at night? It looks like the cast of Game of Thrones running around. Call girls, pharmaceutical reps, strippers, nose candy. Disgusting. Fucking hate this conference. I have to Purell my hands every 2 minutes, my hands are so dry I feel like an ER nurse.”

“Well I set a personal goal of 50 drops so I’m gonna go down and hand off my cards. What are you going to do?”

“Me? Fuckin’ shit, same thing I’d do if I were home. Shower, watch porn, beat it and go to bed. And stop calling it ‘drops’ for christsake it makes it sound like you’re taking a dump. You have fun rubbing elbows, I’m just gonna rub it out.” He slapped Erwin on the back and shut the bathroom door.

Erwin laughed and waved him off as Levi hopped into the shower.

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You Can Do Better

Request: Okay, so it’s kinda weird. But, I’ve recently fell in love with the song Marvin’s Room by Drake, and maybe you could do a Dean x reader where they’re together and get in a fight and break up. Then she finds a new hunter, and dean is eaten up by it. So he calls her drunk and expresses how he feels. Like, really really fluffy. Then you know, smutty. ;) <3 and your writing is amazing. – @deanslittleangel2y5

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, smut

Word Count: 2649

You guys should listen to the song, it’s really good! Oh, there’s a little plot twist at the end ;)

Marvin’s Room - Drake

(Gifs not mine, credits to owners)

Dean’s POV

“Can’t you see?! All I’m doing is to protect you and all you do is get yourself hurt in saving me!” I screamed. She clenched her jaw, glaring deadly at me. “And what do you suppose I do?! Let you fucking get killed right in front of me?! Do you ever think about what I feel when that happens?!” She screamed. “Of course I care about what you feel! Goddamn it! I fucking love you, okay?!” I screamed.

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anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could do another with Jess, and her first time with her gf. she doesn't realise her mums are home and they hear whats going on. em is concerned about if she should be having sex but ali is joking around saying that the gf must be good if jess is making that much noise. they listen outside the bedroom door and then they decide to go in to give the girls a talk. jess is mortified because she's just wrapped in a sheet with her gf there too etc and ali keeps making jokes

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cangellygaming  asked:

I just really need some secretly married ironfalcon and the team finding out from some random reason like noticing a ring on Tony's and Sam's finger and they've been married for like 20 years or something

I got a similar prompt about secretly married IronFalcon, which I filled here, but I’m gonna write one for you too!

It was Steve who noticed the ring first.

Sam and Tony had agreed that just outright telling the team would be no fun at all, and they decided to drop hints here and there to see who would catch up on them first.

So far no one had even looked their way with suspicion, and while Tony was really tired to pretend to just be friends with Sam now that they finally lived in the same house, he also found it hilarious that his team mates were so dense.

Steve had stared at the chain around his neck for almost an hour before he said something and Tony had been ready to shove the ring into his face.

“What are you wearing?” Steve asked him finally, sandwich halfway to his mouth but now forgotten. “I have never seen you wear jewelry.”

“What?” Tony pretended to be surprised by Steve’s question and then fumbled with the chain around his neck. “Oh, you mean this? It’s just a ring, no big deal,” he told Steve and had to suppress a laugh when Steve’s eyes went wide as he saw the very gold, very obvious wedding ring.

“You….is this….a wedding ring?” he asked and the sandwich was lowered back onto the plate.

“Mh? Yeah, course it is,” Tony said with a shrug and put the ring back under his shirt. It wouldn’t do to get scratches on it.

“So a family heirloom?” Steve further inquired and Tony had to work hard to keep his face straight.

“Exactly,” he told Steve, not mentioning that it had been Sam’s mothers’ ring instead of his own.

“Why are you wearing it around your neck?” Steve questioned and Tony smiled at him.

“Wouldn’t want to scratch it or for it to get caught on something down in the workshop. I need my hands. The neck is the only place I can wear it without wearing it down.”

“Why would you even want to wear a family heirloom ?” Steve seemed confused. “Shouldn’t it be, I don’t know, kept safe until you want to give it to someone?”

“Someone wanted to give it to me, so that’s why it technically should be on my hand,” Tony told Steve just as he took a sip from his mug and to Tony’s endless amusement he promptly choked on it.

Before Steve got his breath back and could further ask about the ring, Tony walked away, incredibly smug about how this went.

When Tony entered their suite, Sam could immediately tell that something was up.

“What happened?” he asked Tony with a kiss to the temple and Tony melted into his husband.

“Steve noticed the ring,” he answered and Sam chuckled.

“Yeah? What did you say?”

“I implied that it was given to me. I wonder how long it will take them to figure it out now.”

“Hopefully not long at all,” Sam said and held up his hand. His wedding ring shone brightly on his finger and Tony would never get tired of the beautiful contrast the gold made on his skin.

“You’re helping them,” Tony accused and Sam shrugged.

“I am so tired of not being able to kiss you or hold you or tell you I love you.”

“We can always still just tell them,” Tony reminded him, because he felt the same way. He couldn’t wait for the day they could finally cuddle during movie night.

“Now that would be just boring,” Sam protested and Tony smiled. While it was pure agony to keep their hands to themselves, it was also too much fun to lead the others on.

“Besides, I’m guessing it won’t take them long now. Steve definitely went to Natasha with this, so Clint knows as well now. They should figure it out soon enough.”

“I hope so,” Tony mumbled and leaned in to kiss Sam. He couldn’t wait to do that in the common kitchen as well.

As it turned out, their team mates were denser than they had thought. After Steve noticed the ring around Tony’s neck it took them almost five days before Clint noticed the ring on Sam’s finger.

“Dude,” he suddenly said during dinner and his eyes were wide. “Is that a wedding ring?” There was disbelieve in his voice and Tony tried his hardest to keep his face vaguely interested.

“What does it look like to you?” Sam asked back instead of giving a straight answer and Tony pressed his lips together.

“It looks very much like a wedding ring to me,” Clint said and Sam shrugged.

“Then I guess that’s what it is.” Sam dug back into his food, seemingly done with this topic but Clint obviously wasn’t.

“No, no, nonononono. You can’t just drop that and then get back to acting like nothing happened! You’re married and you didn’t tell us?!”

“I actually thought you would figure it out a lot sooner, to be honest,” Sam smoothly replied and looked at his ring. “I’ve been wearing this for the past week.”

Clint gaped at him and even Steve was staring wide eyed at him.

“You’re married and you never thought to tell me? This whole Hydra fiasco could have endangered your wife!”

“My spouse can take care of themselves,” Sam replied to that and now Natasha looked up.

“Your spouse, huh,” she thoughtfully said and her eyes slid over to Tony for a second. “So I’m guessing it’s not a wife then.”

“You’re guessing correctly,” Sam told her and Tony was about to yell at them because how difficult could it be to connect the dots now.

“You’re married to a man? How did that happen without us noticing?” Steve asked and Sam smiled at him.

“It didn’t. I’ve been married for twenty years.”

Steve’s fork clattered to the ground. “And you didn’t think to mention it?” he asked yet again and now Tony had enough.

“Jesus Christ, guys,” he started and like she had only waited for that Natasha shifted her concentration to him.

“So, Tony, didn’t you say it wasn’t your heirloom you’re wearing around the neck?” she smoothly asked and Tony grinned at her.

“That I did.”

Clint’s mouth fell open. “No way.”

“Yes way,” Tony childishly and reveled in the disbelieve he saw on Clint’s and Steve’s face.

“You two are married and you never thought to bring it up?” Clint eventually yelled and Steve only blinked at that while Natasha was looking way too happy about all of this.

“We decided to let you come to the conclusion,” Tony told her and Sam nodded his encouragement.

They looked at each other and then simultaneously reached out to take the other’s hand.

Clint stared in horror at them. “You’re disgusting, I can already tell. How the hell did we not notice this?”

“That’s a question we have been asking ourselves for the past month,” Sam said and smiled at them.

“I hope you won’t have a problem with that.”

“Twenty years,” Steve mumbled and sounded awed. “You’ve been married for twenty years and still manage to look at each other like that.”

“What can I say, it’s true love,” Tony happily said and leaned over the table to kiss Sam.

“Okay, rules here, we need rules, no kissing during eating,” Clint chimed in and Tony chuckled against Sam’s lips.

“Don’t think we can do that,” Sam said once they separated again. “We have to make up for two months of lost time.”

“Oh god. I’m leaving,” Clint said and stood up. “No offense, I’m happy for you, but I’m leaving. Steve, Natasha, my kitchen is well stocked.”

“Jep, I’m coming as well,” Steve rushed out and hurried to get up. “Like he said, really happy you guys have each other but…there’s only so much I want to see.”

“We didn’t even do anything yet,” Tony yelled at their retreating backs and slapped Sam when his hands found their way under Tony’s shirt.

Natasha was the last one to get up and she didn’t seem to be in a hurry at all.

She made her way around the table and stopped next to Tony.

“I’m glad you’re happy,” she said and pressed a kiss to Tony’s head before she turned to Sam. “I’m also glad you’re happy, but he’s my favourite. So hurt him and we’ll have a problem.”

“Twenty years, Nat. We’re long past that phase.”

“Good,” she said with a smile and then left them as well.

As soon as she was gone, Tony slid into Sam’s lap.

“That went better than expected,” he said and nibbled at Sam’s neck.

“What are you doing?” Sam asked with a smile in his voice and pushed his hands further under Tony’s shirt.

“Making up for lost time,” Tony whispered and Sam shuddered under him.

“I like the way you think,” he told Tony who grinned.

“That’s why I’m the genius in this marriage.”

“We’ll see how much of that will be left once I’m done with you,” Sam lowly told him and now it was Tony’s time to shudder. They should have told the team a long time ago if it got him this now.

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fandom: The 100
words: 1060
pairings: Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin, Lincoln/Octavia Blake (mentioned)
characters: Bellamy Blake, Clarke Griffin, Octavia Blake, Lincoln (mentioned).

It figures that the first time Bellamy Blake met Clarke Griffin he’d be bleeding and she’d come to his rescue.

authors note:
This is the first instalment in my college au series for The 100. The one shots will be short and while they exist in the same universe they don’t follow any strict linear pattern or progression. 

Also posted on AO3.

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theseattleboy:  Please help me find an eremika fan fic, a kind of fan fic where Eren is jealous that guys are flirting with Mikasa and eventually Eren asks Mikasa out.

I’m always happy to help a  friend’s creative juices flowing and how could I resist jealous Eren ;3. I made it modern day since I think of dating as a luxury our canon babes don’t really have. I hope it helps! And I hope you guys enjoy it too ^^

The game barely started and Eren was already miserable. It’s not that he didn’t like sports; they were fine and it gave him an excuse to leave the house and hang out with his friends. He also came because Armin had a crush on one of the girls on the soccer team so of course he was gonna come so Armin didn’t feel weird going alone to see her play. It was a nice day out too, warm breeze, sun was shining but Eren just found himself feeling miserable.

“What’s taking Mikasa so long,” he grunted to Armin who had his eyes on the field.

“Probably a long line,” Armin said. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

Normally Eren would’ve agreed, if anyone Mikasa could handle one crowded school stadium but the asshole sitting behind them had not stopped bothering her all day. Couldn’t he see she was clearly here with her friends and didn’t want to be harassed by someone who thought he had a chance with her? Asking her who she was rooting for, what her favorite team is, what she does for fun. Clearly, he had only one thing on his mind and it made Eren’s skin crawl.

At least when he finally snapped at the moron to sit in his seat and mind his own damn business the guy seemed to catch a hint. Mikasa went to go get food shortly after and hadn’t come back yet.

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“You’re used to small women.”

The room smelled like warm salt and he had his hand on her hip, fingertips curled against the bone beneath the skin. They’d stopped moving several minutes ago, but holding on still felt like it made sense.

“The way you touch me,” She said, voice gravelly from speaking in tongues, “Like you’re surprised.”

“Maybe I’m just in awe.” He said and bit the back of her neck until purrs drowned objection.

He’d first seen her on the subway and fell into bright pools between wavy black curtains. He was afraid to speak, only watched while she played with her hair in the mirror of the far train window. She watched herself against the rushing tunnel stone, fingers over and over again brought a thick lock to her mouth only to drop it before it met teeth.

The place was filthy. Smelled like solvent. Still, she walked around the loft in her bare feet. By the time she left the bottoms would be black. Her fingers curled in the handle of the mug of coffee he’d given her, one of only two in the house. It was green. She went to one of the big windows covered in cracking paint, the sun hazing through the dust. In a shaft of light she looked down at the floor. In the dust was a footprint. Not his. Not hers. She glanced at him, head cocked and then lifted her foot, placed it over the print.

When she lifted her foot the print was gone, hers in its place.

“I thought so.” She said.

Never spoke to her. Still, he knew he’d see her again.

Don’t know where else she would have showed up, he thought, trying to sound like Bogart, only two bars down here. Fifty-fifty, flip a coin, half-odds. Half odds are better than none, and even though he talked to her, he could have sworn that when he flipped the coin it landed on its edge.

Even in that dim, shitty bar her eyes glowed.
Not like a cat’s, not scary and empty like a lizards. Sunlight stared at through amber was too poetic. Two lights. They looked like two lights.

“Lights of an oncoming fucking train,” he chuckled into his glass.

“What’s so funny?” She asked him, long fingers wrapped around a glass of scotch and ice.

She never sat a chair straight, seemed to come at the world at angles, even when at rest. Legs cocked over the rickety hand rest. One heel on the seat. A knee by her face, maybe her leg on the table. He sat on the other side, the old battered wood like detente between them and stared at a calf muscle that looked like it had taken a thousand years for the wind to carve. The chair looked foolish trying to contain her. It reminded him of something, but he couldn’t remember what.

She was tall. Wore flat shoes but did not slouch. Tough guys shook her hand and said things like “Jesus Christ.”

In the center of his studio she twirled, slow under the ugly, overhead lights that he used to paint. Even under those brutal bulbs… He let the notion slip away.

“This place could be mine, you know?” She asked.


“I like to spin, to see all the colors at once.” She demonstrated, twirling between his paintings, a miniature ballerina in a battered music box.

“You’re a spooky woman, you know that?”

She smiled and immediately brought her fingers to her lips to stroke them, as if she was unused to the expression.

“Just because you’re mystified doesn’t make me spooky.”

“Uh huh.” She was too beautiful, too fascinating, mostly it was all too new for him to roll his eyes, but he wanted to.

“I’m never coming back.”

She posed on the landing and he stood in the doorway, watching the place where her black, black hair met the dark wool of her cassock. She looked like she was preparing to step into an impossibly chic sandstorm.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“You’re using me to cover up somebody else. I won’t have it.”

“I don’t…”

“No, I guess you don’t.” She said and swept down the stairs.

And she never did come back, nor did he see her again. Just another crazy girl, he thought, projecting her own confusion out onto the world and calling it mystery. Every time he reminded himself of that he remembered her bringing her bare foot down over the smaller print in the dust by the window, and he stepped on the lie before it could leave rust on his heart.