he looks so angry here

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‘The summer sun was not meant for boys like me. Boys like me belonged to the rain’

cutie pies Dante Quintana and Ari Mendoza from Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz. I finished it a few days ago and wow……it is an AMAZING book. i cried several times

Fulcrum X Fulcrum (With Spoilers for Season Three of Rebels if that wasn't Obvious. We good? Okay~)

Okay look. I know a few things after this year’s double punch of Rebels and Rogue One:

–Cassian Andor is a former Separatist and a former Fulcrum agent apparently involved with recruiting

–Agent Kallus is apparently really good at reprogramming droids.

–Even parts of the fandom that LIKE Kallus want to see him punched.

–That jacket and hair combo’s gotta come from somewhere

–I need these assholes to meet.

–The timeline technically meshes so it could happen.

And so I ended up writing Cassian/Kallus (Cassius?) pre-slash fic snippet I might never go further with over Clone Wars Politics, Kaytoo’s Sass, Namedropping, and my old favorite: “Sad Pan Kallus is Pan As Hell.”

For the record I blame Moon for not stopping me.

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“I’d heard a rumor some of the members of the rebellion held separatist leanings during the Clone War.”

It isn’t much in the way of conversation when you’ve been paired off with a strange man to fix an imperial droid. But it’s something considering theirs had been a conversation of false starts:

The information in this unit must be valuable.

The withering scowl back.

Kay has no information.

Or:

I didn’t catch your name.

It’s the same as yours. Fulcrum.

And his look.

That isn’t an answer.

Cassian. Cassian Andor, Rebel Intelligence.

Now Kallus is hunting for another thread, picking at the man’s accent. Rim world. Beta quadrant. Separatist territory–in Kallus’s youth anyway.

“We take what we’re given,” Cassian replies stiffly, not looking up. There’s a ways to look up for Kallus no matter what. “Wanting a droid to take the place of a man does not make a lesser rebel.”

He’s fiddling with the insides of his droid, brows knit deep and hard.

“We don’t choose where we’re born, I suppose,” Kallus defers.

“You’re from Coruscant,” there’s a scoff to the name of his homeworld, “Tell me, Captain Kallus, do they still teach the Separatists were terrorists and radicals, railing against democracy?”

He’s never told Captain Andor his name.

“It’s hard to argue with the image of a temple burning,” Kallus replies quietly.

To say the least of the horrific, withered countenance of the Emperor that had given Kallus nightmares as a child, a fear of Jedi that lasted long into his adult life.

I don’t have to.” Cassian growls, face going hard and pinched before he’s leaning. Back down, fiddling with something in the back of his droid’s head, the lump of metal cradled in his lap like it’s the face of a child.

It’s personal, Kallus notices. This droid, this one droid matters to him or he never would have asked for the help in the first place. And it’s Imperial or any number of people probably would have helped, not just Kallus.

Kallus goes back to reattaching the droid’s right arm, to balancing the servos. He tests the motion in the metal fingers, letting the silence linger between them. He sneaks glances at the other man with the right afforded a tall, well-muscled person. No one wanted to upset him on first look, so often he could look where he pleased without issue.

Captain Andor knows he’s looking but seems bent on willfully ignoring him instead. He is a handsome man beneath the perpetual scowl, Kallus notes. Though he thinks many beings are handsome and he has no reason to believe the life of a rebel is an easy one though he’s barely begun his own.

Kallus wants to ask how he became a Fulcrum agent if he’s traveling in the company of an Imperial KX, but talks with the lilting accent of a rim-worlder.

Doesn’t

He lets his eyes slip away, bending so his head is lower than Cassian’s. The subtle quirks of body language worked into him in Imperial Intelligence. The unspoken cues that told a person to trust. To expect authority. To yield.

Cassian doesn’t look up, adding, “You should talk to Rex. About the Clone Wars. About being a clone.”

“I’ve already spoken to Captain Rex in gratitude for his service.”

“And in your texts on history was there ever a mention of his name? Of the names of any of the clones serving the Jedi?” Cassian’s accent apparently gets more pronounced when he’s riled. A dangerous trait in an agent, perhaps.

Kallus is quiet.

“…Did he really serve under General Skywalker?” He asks finally.

“So you think he’s lying?” Cassian shoots back.

“I- No,” Kallus pushes at his hair, flattening it back, “My mentor, Colonel Yularen always…spoke highly of General Skywalker. Nothing more.”

The unspoken unease that two men who once fought for the same side so closely might face off again as enemies lingers with him.

He wonders how many times he undid the work of Cassian Andor’s hands while serving the empire.

Cassian glances at him for a moment then goes back to tightening screws with angry little jerks of his arm.

“Would you still have thanked Captain Rex if he had killed General Skywalker on command?” The Rebel snaps.

Kallus grimaces.

“I don’t know what I would have done.”

The honest answer.

Perhaps not the best one because Cassian levels a look at him, seems to peer at him.

He’s a sharp man, Kallus notes. Easily his equal and should be treated as such. Stubble and bags under the eyes like he’s been camped out in a jungle on his own, and not in the great ruins of Yavin with a company of rebels. Rough edges and hard choices.

Kallus looks back at him and is sure it shows in his face that he isn’t sure if Captain Cassian Andor, Fulcrum, is what he wants to become.

He looks at the way Cassian’s hands rest almost tenderly on the dome of the droid’s head, a throwaway pile of scrap with an Imperial logo still prominently on its arm, and thinks maybe he’s precisely what he should like to become.

Cassian’s hard eyes pinch.

“You should think carefully about programming, Captain Kallus,” his voice is very soft, a handkerchief hiding a vibroblade in a dark alley, “Not all of it is done to droids.”

“It has been thoroughly brought to my attention I ought to ask more questions. Do let me know if I bore you,” Kallus replies, keeping his tone as bland as if he’s at a core dinner dressed in gold braid.

The corner of Cassian’s mouth goes up in a humorless smile, a noiseless chuff of laughter.

He toggles a switch and the KX unit’s white eyes flick back to life.

A metal hand clamps almost immediately around Kallus’s neck.

Kallus chokes, instincts leaping hard. A second metal hand bats away his blows, unfolding limb by limb.

KAY!” Cassian shouts.

The droid’s head swiveled to him immediately.

It paused a moment, then unclamped his metal fingers from Kallus’s throat.

“…Clear of Hostiles.” A male voice intoned, a little primly.

Kallus coughed, slumped on the stones of the temple floor.

“Are you alright?” Cassian snaps, dropping to his knees with a curse.

To his surprise, Kallus laughs under his breath, rubbing his throat and jaw.

He pulls himself to his feet, waving off the other man’s hands

“Now there’s the rebel welcome I’d expected.”

Cassian’s startled into cracking a smile, quickly trying to cover it. A quiet thing.

Kallus covers his staring by patting the droid’s metal arm.

“That’s quite a loyalty subroutine your KX has.”

“I am seventy percent certain I should find that response insulting,” the droid replied pausing and flicking its white eyes to him, “I’m K2-SO. I’m a reprogrammed Imperial Droid.”

“Kallus,” Kallus intones, “Formerly ISB-021, an agent of the Imperial Security Bureau, and formerly a Fulcrum Agent in service of the Rebellion.” He pats the droid’s arm again. “You could probably consider us kindred spirits.”

Cassian’s mouth widens.

“I will not,” the droid says, once again sounding smug, “My programming is far superior to a defective Imperial Agent’s, Cassian’s seen to it.”

Kay.

“Fine by me,” Kallus says, ruefully rubbing his neck, “Good Men like Captain Andor should be in good hands. Yours seem to serve more than well enough.”

Something passes into Cassian’s face that he can’t quite read.

Kallus quickly removes his hand from the droid’s arm.

“Everything seems in order.” He inclined his head in a formal bow, “Fulcrum.”

Cassian’s eyes flick over him before he nods back.

“Fulcrum.”

“Let me know if you need help with Imperial equipment. I’m here to do whatever good I can.”

Cassian considers this, dark eyes briefly flicking down to Kallus’s hands, then up again to his eyes. There’s fur in the lining of his coat even in the heat of Yavin, framing his face. He nods after a moment.

“I will.”

The droid turns to him.

“You will?” It repeats.

Cassian shushes Kaytoo, eyes still on Kallus. He says nothing.

Kallus smiles.

“Thank you,” he says, meaning it.

“You actually like him?” He can hear the droid say too loudly as he leaves.

Cassian’s response is murmured too low for his to hear but Kallus’ smile broadens into a grin.

“Do you want to know how I feel about strange men touching me?” the droid’s offended voice is gradually lost to the ruckus of the cargo bay.

Washboard Wednesday - Hot Damn Edition

Okay, these mini-breaks from episodes kind of suck, don’t they, Rosebud? They do. Because they could simply fill those hours with Oliver working out and we would be quite happy, right? Why don’t they do that? We are nice and good and loyal and we deserve that. 

So, this week’s WW is full of fun and angsty bloody shirtlessness. And some super flashbacks as well. I just wish you could all be privy to the text conversations between @tinaday3w and I while I sought her counsel on the photos to include this week. There was one that was just a little too naughty once I unleashed a creative filter on it. Cooler heads prevailed and Mr. Man’s modesty is retained. (Yes, I can hear you all whining from here.)

Enough chitter chatter from me. Here’s some hot damn for you, spanning the ages of Oliver. With love. 

First, nice hair, even while being tortured and almost sporting Grumpy Cat face. 

Season 1, Episode 1. I miss that towel. So much. 

I think he looks pretty hot here. It’s the angry face and the beautiful shoulder. 

Cargo pants from Season 1! And salmon ladder. Because it’s magical. 

Bloodied, broody and still beautiful. 

Prepare yourself. Yeah, I know it’s not Ollie Queen. It’s Jason the randy puppy from Hung, but do you care? Really? Tina and I are still giggling, I swear. 

Is he better in black and white? Worse? The same?

Fan girl down, yet? If so, my job is done. 

The End!!!!

And there you have Washboard Wednesday for this week, my naughty cupcakes! I hope you enjoyed it. I hope you will share with others so that they can have a smile or two. Wishing you a lovely rest of your week…until Man Face Monday.  Tags after the break. 

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honestly, I draw my main bill so small and i love it. He reminds me of like a very small angry cat.

Dippers face looks so weird here omf


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(also im not forcing you to ship it. if you dont like it then ignore it.)

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october 25th, 2016.

Last Christmas - Chen/Jongdae angst

mad props to @kimtaehyungssmile for the cute af gif - he looks so adorable and cuddly here.
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Jongdae let out an angry shout, arms flailing wildly as his body tipped to one side, losing his footing slightly. Sehun’s and Chanyeol’s laughter rang out as they watched as their elder stumbled around, a face covered in aerosol snow.

“Ch-Chanyeol! Sehun! This burns!” Jongdae yelled. Despite himself, he still laughed as he furiously rubbed the gooey, chunky white stuff out of his face. This encouraged the other two to laugh harder, Chanyeol’s hysterical guffaw being drowning out Sehun’s deeper tone.

“What the hell is going on?” Kyungsoo’s quiet voice rang out. Whilst it subdued the sounds of the boys laughter slightly, they were still sniggering. Chen had finally managed to scrape some of the gunk off his face but the rest of it was quickly hardening, making him have to scrape it off with his nails, leaving harsh red streaks across his skin. “What are you doing?”

“The two idiots sprayed that crap all over my face.” Jongdae said. The two other boys stopped laughing immediately, scarpering from the room in a flurry of movement and thundering footsteps.

“What’s goin-” Baekhyun asked, walking into the living room before cutting himself off and bursting into laughter.

D.O only sighed, moving forwards to help Jongdae get the crap off his face.
“They sprayed, like, an entire can on your face. They’re going to have to go out and buy another one.”

“No, I’ll go. That way I can get something to conduct my revenge.” Jongdae said and Kyungsoo shrugged.

“As long as you don’t destroy anything in the house.”

*

Jongdae exhaled heavily into his gloves, rubbing his hands together to try and warm his frozen fingers up. There was no snow, but there was no denying that it was really goddamn cold.

There was nobody really about - no sane person would be walking around the streets of Seoul in the middle of December unless they were out to buy a can of aerosol snow. For some reason, Chen didn’t think it was the most likely thing in the world.

He got hit in the face with a blast of warm air as he pushed the door to the convenience store open, walking in and going directly to the area that had the most christmas decorations. As he stood in front of the shelves, eyes browsing everything available, when he heard it.

“Oppa!”

His body froze, muscles tensing and eyes widening as his heart began hammering in his chest. His mouth dried up, the sound of his heartbeat pressing against his eardrums.

He knew that voice. He knew that voice very well.

“Oppa!” you screamed, wriggling around on the bed furiously as his hands continued their furious onslaught on your sides. “S-Stop!”

“No!” he yelled, grasping both of your hands in one of his, allowing his free hand to tickle all along your stomach and body.

“O-Oppa! Please!” you screeched, unable to catch your breath properly. “C-Can’t b-breathe!”

“Say that I’m better looking than Baekhyun! Say it!”

“N-Never!”

“I won’t stop then!”

“Jongdae, get off her before you kill her!” Jongin laughed from the doorway of the room, taking in the spectacle. Jongdae’s hands halted slightly, giving you the chance to break away, jump up and sprint out of the room, Chen hot on your heels.

“Run, Y/N!” Baekhyun screamed, grabbing Jongdae around the middle to allow you to escape from his tickling hands. “Save yourself!”

You laughed at his dramatics, stumbling slightly as you caught yourself on the doorframe, nearly going hurtling straight into Kyungsoo who was carrying a bowl of some freshly cooked side dish you didn’t have the time to think about.

“Watch where you’re going, Y/N.” D.O said calmly as if he wasn’t nearly just covered in japchae.

“Can’t! Have to escape!” you yelled, thundering down the hallway and bursting into Chanyeol’s room, startling the gangly giant as he was tinkering with his guitar, Sehun lying on the other bed with his earphones in.

“What the-”

“Save me!” you yelled, throwing yourself onto Sehun and burying yourself into his bed. “Chen is on a rampage because I said that Baekhyun has a nice butt!”

Chanyeol laughed, jumping up and barricading the door before Chen could barge in whilst Sehun gently rolled you off his chest, wheezing slightly from the impact of your entire body weight forcing the air out of his lungs.

*

Jongdae’s favourite holiday to spend with you was always, without a doubt, Christmas. He loved how festive and cuddly you got in the days leading up to the big day and he especially loved the cute outfits you wore. He loved how excited you got to finally put the Christmas tree up on the first of December and he loved how you did your best to spread the Christmas cheer throughout the entire dorm and put effort into decorating the place, even though you were neither asked to or expected to.

It was the third Christmas you would be spending together, though, and Chen couldn’t help but think that you weren’t so passionate about it as the previous two years and he was determined to find out why. What had changed? What had happened?

“Y/N,” Chen whined, throwing an arm over your waist as you lay on his bed together. Your back was to him and you had been unusually quiet the entire day of Christmas Eve and Jongdae was perturbed. You would usually be bouncing off the walls at this time, unable to contain your excitement for the next day - not on the verge of sleep at only ten in the evening. “What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?” you asked, your voice thick with sleep.

“You’ve been quiet and distant this entire month. What’s up? You usually love Christmas.”

“It’s nothing, Jongdae, I’ve just got stuff on my mind this month, that’s all.”

“Like what?” he asked, leaning his head on his hand so he could stare at the back of your hair, gently twirling a strand of hair around his index and middle finger, watching as the silky locks slid between the two fingers. “Is it work? Your parents?”

“Yeah. Work has been stressing me out lately.”
“Aw, jagi…” Chen whined, burying his face into your hair. “I wish there was something I could do. Is there anything?”

“No. It’s okay, Jongdae. I’m really tired, so I’m going to sleep now.”

“Okay jagiya, sleep well. I love you.”

“Mm.”

He should have seen it coming, really. It was so obvious, even a blind man could have seen it. The distance, the unanswered texts, the half-assed excuses and reasoning. The lack of reply whenever he said that he loved her and the cold shoulder whenever he was being warm and affectionate.

“Jagiya… I love you, you know that, right?” Jongdae said, staring at her as she took off her makeup in his bedroom mirror in the late evening of Christmas Day.

“Yep.” you said curtly, tying your hair up into a bun and walking to the other side of his bed, his eyes following your every move.

“Then why don’t you love me anymore?”

The hard question made you freeze just as you pulled up the duvet, aiming to get into it. Your head turned slowly to face him and your heart ripped into two when you saw that his eyes were already filled with tears, a pained expression ruining his angelic features.

“Where did you get that idea?” you asked, dropping the duvet back down again.

“You aren’t acting normal. You’ve been ignoring me, and not saying it back when I tell you that I love you and- and- and…”

“Jongdae,” you murmured, joining him on top of the bed and tugging his hands from his face so you could wrap them around your waist, pulling him so his head rested on your chest. “I don’t mean to. I love you.”

“Do you?”

“I do.”

What a fucking joke. He didn’t understand it at all - how could you hold him in your arms like that all night, saying words like that, only for them to be completely empty? You had given him hope - hope that everything would be okay and it was just a small problem. He thought that everything would go back to normal.

The next morning, he woke up alone in a cold bed, signifying that you were long gone by then. He had reached out for you, only to come up empty handed. Jerking upright, he looked around the room and everything that had been littered around the room for the last three years that belonged to you was gone. He stumbled out of the room, blundering around the dorm wildly, heart hammering and palms sweaty. Where were you? Where had you gone?

He never found out why you left him that day. He never saw you or heard from you again after that, after that night of whispered love and empty promises.

Jongdae stared at the can of aerosol snow in his hand, all the words and colours blurring into one. He didn’t even know what he was looking at anymore as he focused on the words pouring from your mouth with such happiness that he could have choked right there and then. How many days, weeks, months had he spent waking up in a cold sweat, haunted by the sound of that voice? How long had it taken him to get over you, to stop calling, to stop looking out for you whenever he left the building?

An entire year. That’s how long.

Now, just short of three hundred and sixty five days later, there you were again, trying to force yourself back into his heart without even trying to. Well, he wasn’t having it. He didn’t want you back in there again.

He placed the can back on the shelf with possibly more force than was necessary, turned and left the shop quickly, leaving behind the memory of that empty love and broken promises.

He would buy that fucking snow somewhere else.

Shu Headcanon (King Shu 4 Edition)

You step inside his office.
Shu looks up from the papers on his desk.
‘Ah, good. Are you feeling well?’ He asks before looking down again.
You stroll to the side of his desk, unsure what to do.
‘Yes, thank you. I think she’s calmed down now.’ You hold your belly.
Shu’s eyes wander to your little bump.
‘Maybe she’s sleeping..’
You give a gentle giggle, 'Then she’ll be a lot like her father.’
You suddenly see some emotion in Shu’s eyes before he corrects himself and looks down.
’…I wanted you to be in here with me.’
'I could go to the room with the girls? Won’t I be a distraction here?’ You ask.
He shakes his head.
'Sit down on the sofa. Relax. There are books on the shelf over there.’
You roll your eyes, obviously he wasn’t going to budge on the room deal.
You sit on the sofa and stare out the window behind Shu.
After a few moments he stops and looks at you.
'Have you thought about what would happen if you went back to the girls?’
'They would probably try to hurt me again.’ You shrug, holding your belly still.
'They don’t like this poor baby..’
Shu looks down at your stomach again.
'No..they don’t.’ He says darkly, 'But if they touch you..’
His jaw hardens and you gulp. He looks suddenly so angry.
'So I stay here.’
He nods, 'You stay in my sight.’

Later on you find yourself having steak at a rather large table with Shu in the dining hall.
'This is so good! I can hardly keep most food down!’ You hum happily as you eat.
'Maybe because it is medium-rare? The baby could be half vampire’ Shu explains.
You had never really thought about this. You didn’t really care. It was your little baby.
You follow Shu back up to his room.
Yawning you stretch and your t-shirt rises, showing your back to Shu.
His eyes are fixed on your skin.
You feel heat pool in your private parts when you catch him staring.
Shu looks away and starts to undress.
'Shu..what will you do once she is born?’
He turns halfway through undoing his shirt. 'What do you mean?’
'Well..it’s an unwanted child. Most of the time they are sent away with the mother right? Because we are not married..’ you sigh.
'Send you away?’ He frowns gently, 'it never crossed my mind.’
Ah, stupid! Had you now have him an idea?
'Would you?’ You panic but try to keep cool.
Shu smirks, he knows you are panicking.
'Do you want to be sent away?’
'No! I want to stay with you!’ You say way too quickly, you clasp your hand over your mouth in surprise.
'Sorry..’
Shu chuckled. Inside he is quite touched you responded this way.
'By my side..? Huh…’
You busy yourself with getting undressed your back to him the whole time.
You feel a hand on your hip. It glides up to the small of your back.
'I never noticed these, you have dimples here on your back.’ He whispers.
He was so close. You savour this moment quickly before he ended it.
'I guess I never really payed much attention back then..’ he continued.
'I didn’t know either..’ you breathe and turn to look down over your shoulder to your back. His face is too close, your lips meet his cheek. You pull away in shock but his hands suddenly keep you there. Close to his face you feel his breath, his scent, his lips brush yours ever so gently.

Please God..let him kiss you..

Originally posted by coupleaims

Imagine you and Chibs hate each other, but it’s slowly starting to be love.

This was a request, I hope I wrote it okay, It’s my fist request, hehe, nervous laughs. 

Written by: Terry
Warning: None really, maybe a bit smutty?

You’ve been sitting at the bar in the clubhouse for about two hours now, enjoying yourself talking to Chucky, the guys were on a run for the day. 

You were a friend to the club and Lyla’s best friend, sometimes you’d bartend at Samcro Party’s, or when the club just wanted you around, everybody seemed to like you very much except for one brother, Chibs. It seemed like he couldn’t stand you, as if you were a virus, he would always stay out of your way or look weirdly at you from across the room. He also never seemed to be pleased when you would have some fun with somebody. 

So as much as you loved everybody, you were glad that they were gone, you could relax without wondering what the fuck you did to that stupid old man. 

“Hey Bella, i’m going” “Chucky you know Bella is not my name right?” he always said Bella to you, and you didn’t quite get it. He chucked at you, almost as if he was making fun of you “I know its y/n, Bella means that you’re a pretty woman in Italian” you crooked your head towards him. “Is that right Chuck? Oh well.. Thanks then” you threw him a smile as he wondered off.

After another couple hours your heard bikes pull up. “Well y/n, here we go again” you said as somebody walked in. “Hey Darlin, what are you doing here so early? The party is tonight?” Jax walked into the clubhouse, kissing your forehead. “Yeah I know, Chuck invited me to have a beer with him, he just left” you said looking up to him from your seat. 

“Alright, want to play some pool with me?” “You want to lose Teller?” “Oh y/n, it’s on” you laughed as you got of your stool and walked towards the pool table, you weren’t paying attention and you bumped into Chibs… “Fuck” you whispered to yourself as you looked up to him with a apologetic look on your face.

 "Jeesus Christ Lass, can’t ya evehr look out where yer going?“ he shouted practically towards you, his accent getting thicker. ”Fuck off Chibs“ you said to him making your way towards the pool table. 

"Why are ya even here” Chibs mumbled. He looked so angry, you got goosebumps all over your back, and at the same time you only just realized how handsome this man actually was.

“Y/n are you alright? I don’t know what’s gotten into him but I don’t know him like this” Jax looked worried at you. “Well it’s the only Chibs I know, he just hates me, I don’t know why. Every time we’re in the same room he stares at me with disgust and I don’t know what to do anymore Jax, he makes me feels awkward and self-conscious all the time.” A single tear fell of your cheek onto the pool table, frustrated you looked up at Jax who seemed to be completely clueless what to do or say. 

“Erm maybe you should call somebody else for the bar tonight” “No, no way, I’ll talk to him” Chibs had been standing around the corner all this time listening to what you were saying to Jax, breaking his heard with every word you spoke. He quickly made his way to his dorm as Jax was coming.

“Ey man” Jax opened the door and walked in Chib’s room. He was standing next to his bed with his hand in his hair. “Jackieboy, what ar ye doing here?” Chibs tried to play it cool, but couldn’t fool Jax. 

“You know what I’m doing here old man, y/n just told me how much you hate her and how you make her feel awkward when you’re around, that’s not okay man… I don’t even know why anybody would hate her… And the last person to hate somebody like that would be you.. So spill it, what’s going on." 

Jax sat down a chair and looked Chibs in the eye. It stayed quite for a while, until Chibs finally spoke. "I don’t hate her brotha, I.. Er.. I love er..” He looked down at his boots waiting for Jax’s reaction. 

“So why are you being like this to her, she’s not really getting the hint like this i’d say” Jax smirked at Chib’s way, who seemed to be stunned by his reaction. 

“But you and her, you like er don’t ya?” Chibs asked Jax looking his way. Jax laughed a bit, and shook his head. “Nah man, see likes her men at least twice her age she once told me, better watch out for Tig brother” Jax winked at Chibs who had the most entertaining look on his face, processing everything that he had just heard. “Tell her man” Jax walked out of the room. Leaving Chibs standing there, in conflict with his self.. “Tig..?” he mumbled to himself.

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‘Y/N you’ll be alright, he’ll act normal around you, I promise” you nodded at Jax who had just told you that Chibs was in conflict with his self a bit, it was all very strange. 

The party started going and everybody had a good time, laughs and hollers filled the place along with croweaters who had really out done their selfs as they had even less on than they normally would, loud rock ad some fights. It was a fun night and after your shift you were doing shot’s with Tig. You and Tig had the best time and after an hour you were hammered. 

Chibs had been staring at you from across the room ever since you and Tig had started drinking together. He was boiling at the thought of you and him together. First he though you were with Jax and now you and Tig seemed to be getting a bit to close with each other. 

“No way Tig, AAAA,  did you really do that, I can’t believe it, GUYS GUYS come! You need to hear this crazy story” You were laughing at something crazy Tig had just told you, Tig had placed his hand on you lower back somewhere around the story and pulled you into his lap, you didn’t really mind, Tig was a sweetheart a bit crazy but a sweatheart. As you called for the guys you suddenly saw Chibs making his way directly to you. You crawled a bit more into Tig afraid of what he was going to do.  

“Get your filthy hands off of ma girl Trager” you choked on your drink as Chibs picked you up from his lap, threw you over his shoulder and walked towards his dorm. You shot a glance at Tig who seemed to be laughing his ass off. 

“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?” Chibs had put you down on his bed, but quickly you got up onto your feed. You placed your hands on your sides and crooked your angry looking head towards him, waiting for an explanation. “I neve hated you lass, I like yer, I love ya girl, you’re perfect to me, but I always thought ya were with Jackieboy, and that’s why I din’t want ta come in between” You smiled a bit and walked over to him, you placed your hands on his cheeks, he leaned into your touch “I like you to you crazy old man” you placed your lips onto his.

Eyes Up

Anonymous request: Reader is new to the BAU and catches Reid and Morgan staring at her.

Originally posted by prettyboyspence

I was admittedly pretty nervous. The BAU, this elite team of profilers, was my dream job, and I was having a little trouble adjusting to the fact that I’d actually made it. 

My first day there, I found myself across the desk from a severe-looking man named Aaron Hotchner, who was my new boss. I briefly wondered if he always looked so angry.

“Alright, looks like everything here is in order,” he said. “You can follow me down to meet the team.” I nodded and nervously followed him outside and down a set of stairs to a space filled with desks, where various members of what I assumed was to be my new team were sitting. 

“Everyone,” Hotchner called. They all looked up, appearing curious and inquisitive. “This is Agent (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N), she’s the newest member of our team.” I received a chorus of greetings as Hotchner led me to an empty desk. 

“This one will be yours,” he said. “Right across from you is Dr.Spencer Reid.” I smiled at the tall, lanky man with curly hair and pretty eyes. He just waved at me. 

“Over there,” Hotchner continued, prompting me to turn and look in the direction he pointed me, “we have Agents Derek Morgan, David Rossi, and Jennifer Jareau, or JJ. You know where to find me, you can call me Hotch. Also, you’ll meet our technical analyst soon, her name is Penelope Garcia. Any questions?” 

I shook my head, and he nodded, giving me a small, strained smile. 

“Alright, well, I’ll let you get settled in, then.” 

He left and I turned to my desk. 

“Hi,” I heard from behind me. I turned to see the pretty blonde he’d called JJ, and smiled at her. 

“Hi,” I said. 

“It’s really nice to meet you, I’m JJ.” I nodded and shook her hand. 

“(Y/N),” I replied. 

As I began to put things away, I caught Spencer Reid’s eye. 

“Why aren’t you ‘Agent Reid’?” I asked. 

“Because I have three PhD’s,” he said nonchalantly. I stared at him for a second, and then silently moved on. 


Later than afternoon, I was nearly finished setting up my desk, when I dropped a container of pens on the floor. I reached down, picking them up one by one, which took longer than I had thought it was going to, since the pens had rolled under the chair. When I straightened up, I glanced around to find Derek Morgan standing beside Dr. Reid, both of them with their eyes trained on me.I nervously looked down, fearful that something was amiss, but I heard a laugh behind me and turned to find David Rossi, looking at me with sparkling eyes. 

“Don’t worry, kid,” he chuckled. “Those two are only staring because you’re something worth looking at.” He winked as he clapped me lightly on the shoulder. 

“They act like they’ve never seen a beautiful woman before.” 

He laughed and walked away. When I looked back at Spencer and Derek, I found that Morgan had turned away, while Spencer just stood there, his cheeks pink, looking embarrassed. 

I smiled at him, which he returned, and I wondered what my time at the BAU was going to bring. 

Probably something very good, I decided as I settled back at my desk across from Spencer. 

Beat Down

Anon asked:  Lucio torturing his first victim? Then it starts getting easier. Like, Reaper being the good cop for once in his entire life while Lucio, (bless his soul) is smacking the victim around relentlessly and reaper is just like “o dam”

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EDIT: Or go to http://archiveofourown.org/works/7696684 if you wanna read it there instead :)

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anonymous asked:

Alpha Sportacus [from Afram Latibaer] is the most terrifying version of him, can you imagine just going about your day and this elf bursts into and drags you to your feet and yells at you about health and fitness, i'd cry

In all honesty I haven’t seen Afram Latibær yet, but when it comes to what I HAVE seen of it, I totally agree. I mean…

What is Íþróttaálfurinn even doing here? Why does he look so threatening and angry?

Walkers Amongst Us (Part 10)

A/N: PART 10! Oh my god! This is amazing! 

Pairings: Seth X Reader X Finn X Randy X Roman X Dean X Solomon.

Warnings: Swearing.

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Seth had carried you all the way over to Finn’s house. He set you down on the porch and then you walked in.

Randy smiled as you hobbled careful in the room. Finn smiled and so did Dean and Roman. Randy opened his arms for you, you walked over to him and gave him a quick hug.

Seth sat on the couch and you sat on a chair with a grunt. Finn smiled at you again. “How ya doin, Y/N?”

“I got shot and walked around when I shouldn’t have. So on like a scale of one to ten, I’m a steady twenty.” You said.

Randy raise an eyebrow. “Do you want me to take you back? I’m sure we could do this another day.”

“Nah, I really don’t want to go lay in bed and stare at a wall for the next five hours.”

Seth glared over at Randy, if anyone was taking you back it would be him.

“Ok, here’s the thing. Sheamus needs to go.” Roman said

You looked over at Roman with a -No way- face. Roman just made a face at you and continued.

“He killed someone else, so you weren’t the first he tried to get kill.”

“Not a shocker really.” You said, shifting in your seat, trying to take pressure off your side.

“So we’ve come up with a plan to rid of him.” You nodded you head.

“So what’s the plan?” You asked.

“Your part is simple. Just forgive Sheamus and you’re done.” Roman said, shrugging his shoulders.

“What? No! I’m just gonna forgive him. I want to be the one to kill him, or at least be there!”

Seth looked over to you. “Listen you’re hurt. You can’t really do much of anything right now. You need to just do what they say and then rest, we’ll take care of everything else.” Seth said, reaching over and rubbing your knee.

“Just because I got shot, doesn’t mean I can’t shoot someone else.”

“You’re not killing anyone, that’s finale.” Solomon said, just simply shrugging his shoulders.

You narrowed your eyes at him and stood, carefully. “Either I’m gonna be there for it, or you can figure something else out.”

You went to make an exit from the room, but your boot got caught on the edge of the couch, and you fell right to the floor.

“Son of a bitch!” You yelled. Seth got up and rushed to you.

“Geez, Y/N!” Seth said, helping you up. You slapped at his hands and walked out of the house.

You slowly went down the steps on the porch. “Think that I’m just gonna forgive him, act like it’s nothing…” You mumbled, walking back over to William’s.

You felt pain shoot up your side which made you stop dead in your tracks. You lifted up the side of your shirt and seen blood seeping through the bandages.

“Oh no….” You whispered.

“Y/N! Would you come back here and talk with us! This is ridiculous!” Seth yelled to you.

You looked over you shoulder and seen Seth walk over to where you were. Can’t have him seeing you hurt now. So you walked faster.

“Y/N! What the hell are you doing!?” Seth yelled. You looked over your shoulder to see Seth started to jog over to you.

Now you could have stopped and just told him you broke a stitch or two, but you didn’t want him saying some shit, like this is the reason you can’t come.

So you did the only thing left there was to do, and the was to put you body in more pain, and run.

“What the fuck! You’re gonna hurt yourself doing that!” Seth yelled. You ran all the way over to William’s and into the house, and then you locked the door.

You body felt like it was on fire. William came rushing into the living room then and seen you leaning against the door, blood seeping through your shirt.

“Oh my! What happen!?” William said, walking over to you and lifting your shirt to see the blood soaked bandages.

“I fell and then ran over here so Seth didn’t see I was hurt.”

William looked at you. “How did you fall, and why did you run!?”

“Long story.” You mumbled. “Come on. Upstairs so I can see what you did.” William said.


You ended up breaking three stitches. “Let’s not do that again. Okay?” William asked.
“I’ll try.” You stood carefully and took a clean shirt from William. “I’m going to get you some pain meds. I’ll be right back.”

You pulled the shirt on and then sat on the end of the bed. Your whole body hurt. 

“God! it was stupid to run.” You mumbled. The door opened then and you looked over, thinking it was William. 

But it wasn’t. It was Sheaums. You stiffened. “Come to finish the job?” You asked.

Sheamus took a deep breathe. “No. I came here to talk to ya.”

“What do you want? Because if I were you, I wouldn’t be here right now.” 

“I need to explain something to ya. You are du’ only person I can talk to about this, and not get killed.”

“What makes you think for one second that I won’t kill you?” 

Sheamus looked at you. “Just please! I’m beggin’ ya to hear me out!” 

You ran a hand through your hair and sighed hard. “I don’t know why I’m doing this. But hurry the fuck up!” 

“I didn’t want to kill ya. My job was to kill Randy, not-” You cut him off. 

“You’re job!?” 

“Yes, I was told to kill or to get Randy killed.” 

“By who!? Why?!” 

“I can’t tell ya who!” You glared at him. “If you want me to help you, or whatever it is that you want. Then you need to tell me!” 

“Ya won’t believe me!” You sighed hard. “Fucking tell me or get the fuck out!” 

“Stephanie. She told me to kill him. She doesn’t want him around anymore. Somethin’ about, he’s not needed.”

“Stephanie. Hunter’s wife. She told you to kill him?” You asked, laughing a little. 

“I swear. That’s I’m tellin’ you du’ truth! I never wanted to hurt ya, or Randy. Not even Neville! He was annoyin’ little shit, but I never wanted to hurt anyone.”

“Then why did you!?” Sheamus was bouncing on his feet. “Because….because I lied when I was asked du’ three questions. They asked had I killed anyone, and I said no. But I did, it was in self defense! I didn’t do it for somethin’ other then my life.”

“She somehow found out and now I’m at her mercy.”

“Why didn’t you just leave?”  

“Because it’s not a good world out there! There’s….there’s this other group around here. We’ve been keeping a close eye on them, but god knows what they’d do if they saw someone alone.” 

“How can I believe you? How do I know that you’re not lying to me, trying to get out of this?”

“Ya can kill me for something that I didn’t want to do, or ya can believe me and help me get out of this.”

“She wants Randy dead. So if ya kill me, she’ll just find someone else dat’ will kill him on the spot. But if ya help me, I can tell ya everythin’ that you need to know about her!”

You bit your thumb nail as you looked at him. “It’s not going to be easy getting the rest of them on board. They hate your guts.” 

“For good reasons.” Sheaums mumbled.

“We’ll figure something out. But just so you know, I’m in no way forgiving you for shooting me. This shit fucking hurts.”


“Oh my god! Blackmail! Stephanie! Hunter’s wife is blackmailing you!” Randy said, laughing.

“It’s du’ truth!” Sheamus growled. 

“How can we ever be sure of this!” Seth said. 

You took him over to Finn’s house to talk about anything. They weren’t believing a thing that was coming out of his mouth.

“Ya luck dat’ I don’t kill ya where ya stand!” Finn growled.

You looked over at him. Finn was fuming. “I have a tape recorder. Next time you go in there for your ‘Job’ -Solomon put air quotes around the job- you’ll turn it on, and tape what she says and if you’re lying, then I’m gonna let Randy shoot you.” Solomon said. 

“Fine! I’ll do what ever it is dat’ ya want!” Sheamus said.


Originally posted by moan-s

You were laying in bed with Seth. William told you that you could go home with Seth as long as you didn’t run anymore.

Seth was laying with his head on your chest as you ran a hand through his hair. “I’m glad that you’re in my bed now….” Seth mumbled.

“Mmm, me too.” 

Seth snuggled closer to you and wrapped an arm around your hip. “This should probably be the other way around. I should be holding you, you shouldn’t be holding me.” Seth mumbled.

You continued to run a hand through his hand, gently soothing him. “Shut it. I’m fine with holding you. And god knows someone needs to sooth you.”

‘What’s that suppose to mean?” Seth asked. 

“It means someone needs to hold you and love you.” 

Seth was quiet then, just laying there letting you hold him. “Tomorrow night I’ll hold you all night long. I just need you to hold me for tonight.”

“I already said I don’t care about holding you. Just go to sleep. I’ll be here.” You whispered. 

Seth tilted his head up enough to kiss you and then he snuggled closer, closing his eyes. 

Soon enough Seth was fast asleep. Honestly it looked like Seth hadn’t sleep in forever, and if holding him all night was the only way of getting him to sleep. Then that’s what you’d do. 

You really couldn’t sleep anyway. After Sheamus told you about Stephanie and about another group being around here. Sleep just wasn’t finding it’s way to you. 

You still ran your hand through his hair as he slept. You looked down at him. The way he looked while sleeping, so worry free, not angry. Like he just always looked angry, but here, he looked so….him. 

You smiled as you looked at him. You loved him, you already knew that. But the thought of losing him, was enough to bring tears to your eyes.

You couldn’t lose him, not now, not ever.