I’m still thinking about Harry’s lls kiwi performance like god…..he had such a feminine vibe in a way that idk how to explain like the jumpsuit and the sultriness and the hand on the hip. He was so radiant? And had so much charisma and presence and magnetism about him idk how anyone could watch that performance and not think yea this guys a star
Bucky x Reader Warnings: Swearing, flirting, touching (nothing inappropriate) WC 2043 Summary After your friendship with Steve ends, you’re sent on an undercover mission with Bucky. AN: This is turning into something big. Like, it has a mind of it’s own. I hope you’re all enjoying it!
Special thanks to @beccaanne814-blog for being my sounding board. You’re advise is appreciated so much! <3
The evening came faster than anticipated. You took the rest of the afternoon to get yourself ready. Bucky, the bastard, only needed to shower and dress but you had to pull out all the stops so you could look good enough to fit in with this crowd. You chose to wear a nude coloured, flowy, chiffon dress. Something that would be comfortable enough to be on boat but nice enough to fit in.
You tried dressing yourself but the stupid dress had one of those invisible zippers at the back. Even standing in front of the full length mirror, you struggled, wriggling until you finally gave up.
Making sure you were decent, you called out, “Brad? I need some help here.”
He walked in, fiddling with a tie. When he looked up he saw that you were slightly flushed from exerting yourself.
You grumbled, “I can’t zip this stupid zipper. I never understood why women’s clothes require them to need assistance when getting dressed. This is fucking nonsense.” You turned around so your back was to him and, looking at him in the mirror, you asked, “Can you zip me up, please?”
Gently, he tugged on the zipper and realized it was stuck. “What did you do to this thing?”
“What? Nothing. Hold on to the zipper,” you told him, as you wriggled around trying to unstick it. “Dammit!”
Bucky bit back a laugh, “Woman, stop your moving. You’re making it worse. Take it off.”
i love 6x20 so much. it makes me want to cry every time i watch it. i feel like that whole episode is romantic af which is fitting since it's from cas' perspective. i don't get how anyone could have watched that episode and not felt there wasn't more to their friendship even though he was betraying them all. i hope we get a handful of cas centric episodes next season, until then i'll just watch 6x20 on repeat lol.
IKR! 6x20 is like watching the whole movie Titanic and not seeing it as a love story.
It’s the same story.
Jack and Rose are from different universes, their families don’t approve of each other, he helps her rebel and become her own person, to see who she is, she helps him feel more self worth, they fall in love despite their differences and help make each other see new ways of life and humanity, how to be happy and free.
Jack eventually by proxy sacrifices himself to save Rose, it’s not a full on “I sacrifice myself for you” but it’s a “I will do this so that you can be saved and if through this I die it will have been worth it so that you are saved”.
She lives on but her life is never the same again. Jack is Dean and Rose is Cas. (There’s a few flips as often there are, especially when its a same sex couple, but basically it’s this because Jack represents humanity at it’s core, being from the streets etc and Rose represents the ethereal, high above and unreachable, except for right at the end of course where it’s the other way around for the death, so far in our show).
Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Choreographer!Reader
Requested?: ‘hiii! I have a request for a linxreader: Could the reader be the choreographer for Hamilton? So she comes in later in the game when everything has pretty much been written. Lin and she have a connection and get along very well during the staging process. Then on opening night at the Public, the reader brings her boyfriend and Lin acts v weird (cause he’s in love with her). You could decide where to go from there. love your writing! thanks!!!’
Lin didn’t want to admit it. He was in denial and didn’t want to confess it. Nothing would make him talk. Nothing would break him. Nothing would-
“I’ll buy you dinner if you do it.” You state as an ultimatum as you twirled the gel pen between your fingers.
Lin’s determination and shell of resistance cracked and shattered the moment you finished speaking the ultimatum. Lin mumbled a profanity before standing up from the couch. He took a deep breath before doing a cartwheel, or what he believed was a cartwheel. You couldn’t stop laughing at him. How anyone could keep a straight face as they watched a grown man in his thirties attempt a cartwheel and watching him land it by crashing into the couch is beyond you. You felt your stomach hurt and your eyes grow watery. Lin stood and glared weakly at you, mumbling for you to shut up.
“Don’t be like that, Linny.” You said, nudging Lin in the chest as you zipped up your hoodie and retrieved your wallet from the coffee table. “At least you earned yourself some free dinner.”
Lin rolled his eyes as he stood and grabbed his car keys and wallet. You both walked out of the apartment complex and into the garage. You both entered Lin’s car and pulled out, driving from the building and down the street. The destination was an old stomping ground of yours and Lin’s. A moderately sized family diner only a few blocks away from Lin’s apartment. This was where you and Lin would brainstorm and work on ideas for Hamilton together. A good amount of your friendship was spent at this restaurant. You would work on homework and last minute projects here, take part of Friday night karaoke and work for tips when you were short on funds. This place was, in fact, ran by your family. Mainly your parents, seven other siblings, and six of your cousins. The food served were all (L/N) family recipes and the decor were all hand-me-downs, giving the diner a homey atmosphere.
You and Lin pulled into the parking lot and entered the diner, inhaling the warm scent of country fried steaks and apple pies. Your sister Beth was working the podium so once she saw you and Lin she grinned and immediately grabbed menus and lead you to your favorite spot; a booth directly diagonal from the kitchen door so you could have a clear view of who and what was coming out of the kitchen. Since you were the chosen heiress of the diner, you tried to visit it was as often as your schedule would allow you to. This means a lot of late night dinner with Lin and falling asleep with a cold cup of coffee and being woken up when your parents went home (the diner runs 24 hours). Although your name was soon to be on that deed, you were discussing with your father about how the heir should be some who worked and wanted the restaurant. But, that’s a story for another time.
Your mother walked out of the kitchen and she noticed you and Lin, smiling although she was tired. “(Y/N)! Lin!” She strolled over to you two and gave you side-hugs. “It’s good to see you two! What can I get you?”
You and Lin scanned through the menu you both know by heart. Before Lin could speak you placed your menu down on the table and looked up to your mom. “We’ll have our usuals and two coffees.”
Your mom scribbled down your order on her pad of paper and winked at you. “I’ll bring out sugar and cream for you, hun.” And with that, she walked back into the kitchen. You took this time to look around the restaurant and noticed how empty it is. You and Lin were the only ones eating, besides a couple of hungover and stoned teenagers sitting at the bar. Normal Saturday night for the (L/N) Family Diner.
Besides having a favorite diner that worked at a meeting place for meals and study dates, you and Lin go way back. You two graduated from the same high school, you graduating two years after Lin, and you guys stopped talking until four years ago after you graduated college. You came across Lin while touring Aaron Burr’s house and you two picked up your friendship where they left off. He told you about this project he was doing called the Hamilton Mixtape. You were a huge American History nerd so you were excited to hear about it. Some time later, Lin started working on a hip-hop musical about the life of Alexander Hamilton, who happened to be your favorite founding father. You had a Bachelor’s degree in Dance so when you heard ‘musical’ you thought of the dancing and ensemble members of Broadway. When Lin decided to make you the Choreographer for Hamilton, you saw stars. You were positive that Hamilton was going to be a Broadway hit so you immediately accepted his offer. So, for a course of the next few years, Lin would run you through the songs he wrote while you demonstrated the dances you put together for each song. You also helped Lin pick out actors and actresses for the cast and you took it upon yourself to choose the ensemble members. It might have been Lin’s musical but he always said it was a team effort.
You and Lin proceeded to talk about ideas and new changes for Hamilton songs and dance numbers. Your food and coffee were served some time later and the conversations did not cease. After the food was eaten, coffee was drunk, and the conversation lasted for about two hours, the bill found itself onto your table and you paid for it, leaving a good tip for your mom before you and Lin got up to leave, hugging your mom and your sister before leaving the restaurant. You and Lin went back to his apartment and you two ended up having a deep one-in-the-morning conversation about life since that’s how your brain functioned when you were an insomniac and still running on those few cups of coffee. At about three am, you decided to leave since the next day was the premiere of Hamilton. You hugged Lin and wished him a good night before leaving. You lived in the same building, but your apartment was three floors above Lin’s.
Night of the Premiere ~
The theater was packed. The show sold out not that long ago and it was heart-racingly exciting to see all these people and Broadway veterans filling the Richard Rogers Theater. Thank god you weren’t in the main cast or else you’d be having a panic attack and insist on leaving. You were not just the Choreographer but you also was an ensemble member that performed in both acts and even had a singing part in The Election of 1800. You also lend a hand in helping cast and ensemble members get in costume and makeup since you took a class for theatrical costume and makeup in college. When you weren’t helping or going over last minute practice with the ensemble, you were loitering in Lin’s dressing room, helping him calm his nerves.
“What if I miss my cues?” Lin asked, mainly to himself as he fiddled with the sleeves of his shirt. “What if I make a complete fool of myself?”
“Lin, calm down,” You said for the hundredth time that night. “You’ll be fine.”
“But what if the spotlights go out?” Lin continued to be nervous. “What if everybody doesn’t like the show? What if-”
“Lin, oh my god, calm down!”
Lin looked at you with wide eyes. You stood up from the couch and was grasping Lin’s shoulders, looking him dead in the eye. “You, Lin-Manuel Miranda, are a brilliant man. You wrote this musical in seven years and you had to deal with me forcing you to practice dancing during those seven years. You mastered the dances, you’ve mastered the songs, and you can do anything you put your mind to.”
“No buts, Lin! Now you go out there and do your best! If you get nervous or anxious, look for me. If I’m not on stage, I’ll be in the wings.”
Lin smiled and hugged you. “Thank you, (Y/N).” He said, kissing you on the cheek, making you blush. “I’m not wasting my shot!”
You laughed as he finished his hair and finished getting ready. You mess with your hair before the five-minute warning comes over the P.A system. You and Lin hug again and you go your separate ways and take positions in the opening song.
The musical goes on without any problems. When you weren’t performing on stage, you were watching from the wings. Lin would glance at you ever so often but you’d flash him a smile and a thumbs up. During the intermission, you snuck off and Lin didn’t see you until the first song of Act Two. Act Two brought you to tears and you were silently crying when Alexander died. The audience were brought to tears and enjoyed the show very well, calling for an encore during the curtain call. You disappeared from the stage and Lin went searching for you. He had something very important to tell you.
Four months ago, Lin came to the realization that he loved you. It was at a rocky point of his life when he realized this. He had just finalized his divorce with Vanessa after four years of marriage and they decided to share custody of their baby son, Sebastian. Besides working on Hamilton, Lin was a mess and wasn’t getting enough sleep. You’d force him to sleep and make sure he’d eat. You cared so much about him, just like you did in high school. You were loving, witty, funny, beautiful, and very talented and smart. Lin couldn’t help but fall in love. He didn’t think he could after his divorce but he did.
Lin scanned through the group of actors and ensemble members for you but to no avail, you weren’t found. Lin asked all the actors he saw and they all turned up with nothing. Then, Phillipa said she saw you in the lobby. Lin thanked her before racing to the lobby, still in costume. As he made his way to the lobby, he went over what he was going to say to you. He mentally cursed and finally made it to his destination. Lin scanned the crowd and saw you but his heart stopped once he saw him.
You were standing up against an empty part of the lobby wall. You were still in your ensemble costume and the blue and red coat you wore during Yorktown. Your hair was still in its braided updo and your makeup looked to be touched up recently. Your arms were crossed against your chest and your head was tilted every so slightly to the side. The guy you were talking to was about Daveed’s height, with curly blonde hair and he was dressed in a white dress shirt, a navy blue blazer, black slacks, and brown loafers. His neck and cheeks were covered in freckle patches. His hands were making motions as he spoke, making you laugh once and a while.
You see Lin in the corner of your eye and you smile. “Lin!” You called him over, motioning with your hand. Your ‘friend’ turned around and he had an anxious smile on his face. Lin felt a pit form in his stomach as he walked over to you. His hands became clammy and he expected the worst from this guy he never saw before being all friendly with you.
“There you are, (Y/N),” Lin said, forcing a fake smile on his face. “I’ve been looking for you.”
You smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of your neck. “Sorry.” You nudged the blonde guy in his side as you stood up straight. “This cutie has been distracting me.” The blonde guy blushed and stepped closer to your side, placing a hand on your hip and you leaning into his touch, leaning your head on his shoulder. Lin’s speculations were confirmed. And it broke his heart.
You had a boyfriend.
Lin tried his best not to look hurt and heartbroken. He wanted to look oblivious and happy. His forced smile looked convincing but he was breaking on the inside. When did you start dating this guy? Why didn’t you tell Lin about him? Does Lin know this guy? He did look kinda familiar. Maybe a guy from your high school? Lin didn’t care. He instantly hated this guy. This guy took you away from him. Lin could make you happy. He could satisfy you. If he was able to, he’d make you a happy person.
“(Y/N), who’s your friend?” Lin asked as he balled his hands into fists.
You smiled and blushed. “This is Grayson Peters.” You explained, Grayson extending his hand for Lin to shake. “We went to high school with him. He was in the marching band with me.”
Lin firmly gripped Grayson’s hand and shook it briefly before letting go. Grayson’s hand was clammy and cold and Lin wiped his hand on his pants before stuffing it in his pocket. Grayson looked like one of those guys you’d see on Glee or The Office but also has that anxious glee like one of Lin’s fangirls. His eyes were brown like Lin’s and his face is clean, no shadow of facial hair. Maybe you liked men with brown eyes? Clean shaven guys? Musical guys? Lin fit two of those three traits so he had a good chance with you. Besides, Lin knows you better. He could make you so happy.
“How long have you two been seeing each other?” Lin asked, a lump in his throat forming.
“Four months.” You explain. “We’ve been seeing each other online since he worked overseas. But now he’s living in the city!” Grayson planted a kiss on your head and you blushed, making Lin’s heart break even more.
‘So that’s why she’s been online so often.’ Lin thought as he felt his eyes water and the lump in his throat growing. He wanted to pull you away from Grayson and tell him to get lost. He wanted to kiss you and hold you and make you feel special. It took him four months for him to realize how much he needs you and you went off and got yourself a boyfriend. Lin was so disappointed with himself that he took so long. He loves you. He wants you. He needs you. But he was too late.
Lin turned around and walked away, not being stopped or noticed by you or Grayson. He walked all the way to his dressing room, ignoring everyone who tried to talk to him. He locked the door behind him and took a seat in front of the mirror. He stared at his reflection and then looked at the picture he taped to the corner. It was a selfie polaroid you took of you and Lin on your thirty-third birthday, which was six months ago. You both had on those stupid plastic birthday hats and you both held full wine glasses as you toasted to ‘one more year closer to death’, as you put it. You both were smiling, which what made Lin’s heart ache more. He wanted that smile. He needed that smile. But it now belonged to someone else.
I always find it hilarious when people are like “OMG you watch that problematic person!!! Yikes! How could anyone ever possibly enjoy content and separate it from how they feel about an entertainer personally????”
Serious question though.
How are they doing it in a place like this?
Anyone could watch through those “doors”,
I’m pretty sure the noise insulation is practically nonexistent and oh god those “beds”… it’s gonna squeak like hell.
Woozi+needy (as in him being unusually clingy and needy for cuddles. But yknow. You could always use the other meaning 😏)
Ended up using the fluffy meaning but I hope you still enjoy ;)
You turned to look beside you, at your boyfriend’s sleeping figure, and smiled to yourself. He looked so cute when he slept, so calm. It was comforting to watch him get some well-deserved rest after working so hard.
You observed his breathing, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. He had his mouth slightly open and he had his whole body wrapped around his blanket - he almost looked like a cute koala bear clinging onto a tree. You smiled and shook your head, how could you ever deserve anyone as precious as Jihoon.
You watched him for a while, not daring to wake him up. If you would’ve gotten up, you would’ve probably woken Jihoon up as well and you knew how tired he was, so you decided to give him all the sleep you could. And besides, what else would there be for you to do? So, you just watched him, trying to memorise all of his features so even when he was far away, you’d be able to imagine his tranquil sleeping face.
Soon, his eyes fluttered open, trying to adjust to the light in the room. He stretched his body and turned his head to look back at you, a soft smile slowly appearing on his face. “Morning,” he spoke with a raspy voice.
“Morning,” you wished back and smiled. “Do you want breakfast?”
“Not yet, just cuddle with me” He asked you, grabbing you by your waist, and pulling you towards him, throwing the blanket off from between you two. He ended up spooning you, his body pressed against yours. He was warm and you could feel his head rub against your shoulder.
You were a little taken a back by his sudden need for cuddles, as he usually was not the skinship type at all. Every time you wanted to cuddle him, he would whine about your constant need for skinship. But at the end of the day, he would never refuse a cuddle.
“What is up with you being this cuddly?” You asked with a smirk, almost mockingly.
“I don’t get to do this very often, you know.”
“True,” you said with a smile and leaned into his embrace. His cheeks were lightly flushed red, probably because of the tone in your voice and his ‘unusual’ behaviour.
Tim slammed the door behind him, ignoring how the action made Damian jerk upright on the couch.
“What the fuck,” he hissed, his voice tinged with anger. Grabbing Damian’s collar, he picked the kid up. “What the actual fricking fuck, Damian? Why do you let them talk to you like that!”
Cold logic stared back at him from those eyes that were nothing like Bruce’s. “It’s better like this.”
Tim fell silent, watching the brat. His jaw went slack, finally taking in the kid’s whole posture. Damian was avoiding his eyes, letting his arms hang loosely at his sides and his jaw worked as if he was biting back all the words that wanted to spill from his mouth.
“You’re Robin,” Tim said lowly, his voice steadily rising. “You’re Bruce’s son, you’ve been trained by the freaking League of Assassins–”
– “Don’t you think I know that!” Damian screamed, finally making eye contact and unable to hold the tears back.
Tim ignored them stubbornly, not letting himself get interrupted. “You’re Damian Wayne, goddammit!”
“Let me go!”
Gritting his teeth, Tim pushed the kid back, loosening his grip enough for Damian to fall into the cushions. “What the fuck. What the everloving fuck.”
With the back of his hand, Damian wiped his face. The kid still hated showing when something affected him badly - especially in front of Tim. How did Dick do it? How could anyone just watch the kid nod along to those bastards outside, sipping their thousand-dollar champagne that tasted worse than Jason’s cheap dollar-store beer?
Tim sat down gracelessly. He felt like punching the kid on the arm, so he did.
Damian hissed, jerking back. “What was that for?”
“Just felt like it,” Tim replied. He had calmed down now. Retracing the steps that had brought them into the library while the party downstairs was still in full swing. He should be down there, making sure Ace Chemicals’ representatives felt welcome. Those bastards.
They stared straight ahead, mulishly keeping their distance. Classical music resonated from the floor; the party right under their feet.
Tim sighed, kicking off his shoes and pulling his legs up on the cushions. He leaned his head on his knees, finally looking at the brat. “Why didn’t you tear them a new one? I’ve seen you argue with stockholders, trying to fire a VP and delaying an annual meeting for three hours just to look for Titus.”
“He was hiding under the sink.”
“I know. You weren’t even invited to that meeting.”
Damian crossed his arms, giving Tim an angry grunt in response.
“You felt important enough to delay people who had nothing to do with you but you let that asshole belittle you just now?”
“It’s important.” Damian sighed, wrapping his arms around himself before clearing his throat and adding, “It’s important to you.”
Tim blinked. “Wait,” he said. “What you’re saying is… You held back because… because of me?” Tim didn’t remember his voice ever sounding this shrill after his voice had broken.
Damian shrugged, his head dropping between his shoulders. He seemed so small; smaller than he’d ever been and that was just wrong. The brat wasn’t like that, he didn’t take shit and especially not for Tim. They didn’t work like that.
“Yeah, no.” Tim pushed his face between his knees, taking a deep breath. What the fuck. Damian wasn’t meant to be nice. It took a moment for Tim to compose himself, to swallow the lump in his throat and wrap his mind around the idea of Damian actually caring. For him.
“That’s bullshit.” Leaning sideways, Tim kicked the kid’s leg. “Nothing’s that important. Get it?”
“There’s a million dollar contract linked to your project,” Damian snorted, watching him from the corner of his eyes.
“Yeah, sure. But it’s not like they can just buy everything. They’ve been rude.”
“That’s just stupid.”
“You’re stupid.” Unable to suppress the grin on his face, Tim stood, loosening the tie around his neck. “Do you want a written apology? I think I want a written apology.”
Damian’s eyes narrowed. “You are stupid.”
“And I’m not going to do business with a representative who calls my brother an annoying, clueless brat. That’s my prerogative.”
The kid had had years of training, so his smile was subtle. Suppressed. But his eyes blinked harder than they should have, their corners crinkling slightly. “You’re going to cost us millions of dollars, Drake.”
“You’re worth it.”
This time, Damian couldn’t stop himself, barking out a genuine laugh. “You’re crazy.”
Grinning, Tim stepped back to the door, not bothering to put on his shoes. “And your net worth alone can make up for whatever we’ll lose.”
“You’re an ass.”
For a moment, they laughed together, unable to keep it up, though. It felt strange, unnormal between them - but not bad.
Tim bit his lip, turning the knob and calculating how rude he could be to his business partners without causing too big a scandal. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
“Thank you.” Damian watched him; watched his every movement like he waited for a sign that this had been okay or if Tim would ridicule him for showing weakness.
Bowing his head, Tim avoided that heavy stare. He opened the door, letting the music fill the library and the silence between them. They didn’t work that way. Not usually.
Tim rubbed his toes against his ankle, thinking of what to say to that. To the whole thing, to Damian’s… whatever this was.
Straightening his spine, he settled on the right words and shrugged. “You’re my brother,” he said, convinced that, yeah, maybe after all those years… they really were brothers.
He was your friend at first and you were there. The girlfriend that tore out his heart and shred it to kingdom come. He was more yours than she ever was his. When she made a fool of him, publicly humiliating him, you stood up for him. She was waiting with baited breath for a spectacle and you gave her one alright.
You turned Tom away and looked him in the eyes. You held onto his face gentle to make sure he wouldn’t run away. You told him how you felt and you went for it.
request | This is a really weird request but could you do a imagine where y/n and harry are close friends (with secret crushes for each other)and she’s a model and she’s posing nude and he comes with her (and maybe even like they need a male model but he doesn’t show up and the photographer asks harry to do it with her and they both ate like uhh what at first ) sorry if this is so strange!!! Hahaha
Macy was stacking shelves when the barrel of the gun dug in to her ribcage. “Fuck,” she whispered, closing her eyes. Working in a service station at the back end of town meant not having all that many people to wave down when things were quiet. And robbing a store in a redneck town when it was busy was just dumb. “To the register. Everything you got.” The voice growled in her ear, handing her a bag. Macy began walking towards the front of the store, hands raised. The sliding doors opened and two men in kuttes walked in. They stood at the end of the second aisle, browsing through the magazines. Eyes wide, Macy tried getting their attention. The guy was slightly shorter than her, and he couldn’t see over the shelving. A subtle flick of her hand, stepping heavy as she walked. She cleared her throat three times before they looked up. Macy gestured briefly at the top of the man’s head bobbing behind her, and the men reached quietly inside their kuttes. As she rounded the aisle, the men stepped out and held up their guns. The robber stopped, looking at the men before registering what was going on. He grabbed Macy’s waist and pulled the gun up fast to the side of her head. “Whoa there,” the older of the two bikers said in a thick Scottish accent, raising a hand. “No need to be hasty. Just let the lass come to us and we’ll let you walk outta here, no harm, no foul.” Macy could feel the robber shaking against her. He was probably young, stupid, desperate. For what, she didn’t know. But she knew he thought they were alone and that he’d be in and out with a sack full of cash. Now he was shitting himself. “Don’t move, or I’ll shoot!’ The guy warned, pressing the gun harder against her scalp. Macy winced, rolling her eyes, kind of wishing that she’d just gotten the money for him and he would have been gone. “Not moving, just let her go.” The younger one replied. “You shoot her, you don’t get out of here except in a bodybag. You let her go, you leave and we don’t follow.” The robber tensed, weighing up his options before shoving Macy forward toward the older biker and legging it for the door. Macy crashed in to the man, him grabbing her. She turned to see the younger biker tackle the robber to the floor. They wrestled, the biker straddling over the robber. The robber made to shoot at the biker, but the gun was knocked to the side before the biker shot him in the chest. It took a moment for Macy to realise that another shot had gone off, and a few more moments to feel the burning pain in her thigh. The Scot held her up as she started to slip. The biker’s spoke to one another, but Macy wasn’t sure what they were talking about. The world tipped as the older man picked her up and carried her out of the store. He laid her in the back of a black van. There wasn’t much light and it didn’t take long until she passed out.
“Don’t sit up. Just wait until you wake up first.” Macy’s vision slowly came in to focus. She felt somewhat queasy, and there was a throbbing pain in her leg. Reaching for the source of the pain, she felt a large bandage. Remembering everything that happened, she was thankful that she wasn’t in a morgue. Someone was sitting on the couch across from her. The younger biker. His mohawk and tribal tattoos the first thing she recognised. “Hey, how you feeling?” he asked. “Like I was getting robbed and then two bikers came in and saved me.” He smiled. It was a nice smile and for some reason, Macy felt safe. Maybe because he had saved her, or maybe because she wasn’t dead and he had something to do with that. “If you don’t feel too nauseous, I can help you sit up and you can have some water.” Macy nodded and he assisted her, nearly dropping her when she yelled out. “Shit, did I hurt you?” “No, the bullet smacking into my thigh did.” He eased her back in to the bed, the blanket slipping down to reveal her panties. Quickly pulling it back up for her, he blushed slightly. “Chibs had to cut your pants off to patch you up. Didn’t want to try putting something else on in case I did any damage, so I just put a blanket over you.” “That’s alright.” Macy replied, accepting a glass of water and taking a sip. “I’m Juice, by the way.” “Macy.” she responded, wondering how someone got a name like Juice. “Take these, they’ll help with the pain.” Juice handed over two pain killers. Macy took them and swallowed, sitting back against the pillows. “So what happened? I remember everything up until getting put in the back of the van.” “I kinda killed the guy-” “’Kinda’ killed the guy?” Macy cut in. “Yeah, well, he was definitely trying to kill me.” Juice’s chuckle was light and throaty. “Chibs got you out of there while I went and got the security tape. We’re not very liked around here, my club. If people knew we were the ones involved, we’d be picked up and charged.” Macy sipped more water, confused. “Why would you be charged? It was self-defence.” “The cops use any excuse to bring us in. We’re from the Sons of Anarchy.” Macy looked down at his kutte, seeing the patches. Then up to the walls where Sons of Anarchy and other motorcycle paraphenalia plastered the walls. She figured she was in the clubhouse. “Yeah, I’ve heard of you guys.” Juice nodded. He almost looked sad, and Macy certainly didn’t want him to feel that way. “I mean, I’ve heard all the stuff people say. I don’t really care, you guys seem nice. You helped me. Juice smiled before continuing, sitting on the edge of the bed. “We brought you back here and Chibs stitched you up. He had to go speak with the club and let everyone know what happened. I’m here to make sure you don’t call anyone and report us.” “Why would I do that? You stopped the guy from robbing the place and getting away, as well as saving me.” “I should have just let him go. You wouldn’t have gotten shot if I did.” “No way! If he’d gotten away, he would have done it to someone else. I got shot, I didn’t die.” Macy reached out and grabbed his hand. Juice let her, and Macy felt the rough skin and the hard metal of his rings press against her palm. A phone started ringing, and Macy jumped, letting go of Juice’s hand as he reached for the phone on the bed. “Who’s Brian?” “Ah shit, that’s my boss.” Juice handed the phone over to Macy and she answered, putting it on loudspeaker. “Macy, are you ok?” “Yeah, Brian, I’m fine.” “Where are you?” Macy looked over at Juice, who gave her a somewhat warning glance. “I’m in a shack or hut or something. All I know is that I got shot and I woke up all patched up.” she shrugged, looking at Juice for confirmation on her story. He nodded, serious look across his face. “It’s alright, the security tape behind the counter was taken, but I’m going to go through the backroom tapes with Sheriff Unser.” Juice’s eyes went wide and he quietly moved from the bed to the hallway, closing the door behind him. “Ok, um, I’m going try figure out where I am, get down there to give my statement.” Macy replied, wondering how she could get the backroom tape before anyone could watch it. She wasn’t about to let her heroes go down for something that wasn’t their fault. “I could come and get you?” “No, it’s fine, I don’t know where I am to direct you. Looks like I might just on the outside of Charming.” Macy was trying to think quick, take Brian’s focus from the tape. “Can you do me a favour? I need some pants, I don’t have any at the moment. Long story, I’ll tell you when I get there.” “Yeah, sure. I’ll go grab you something to wear.” Macy hung up, and Juice was back in the room. She hadn’t even heard him come back in. “Unser’s on our payroll. One of the guys is calling him now to let him know the situation.” “That’s good. I got my boss out of the way for a little bit, so he won’t cause too many problems until I get down there.” Juice looked a little uneasy. Like he wanted to say something, but was conflicted. “What’s up?” “We need you to get that tape. Unser can’t just misplace it, it’s the only piece of evidence, it’ll look too suss. He needs to log it and then you need to figure out how to get it without the deputy seeing you.” This wasn’t really how Macy saw her day going. It wasn’t even how she saw the aftermath of the robbery going. But Juice was cute and he and Chibs had saved her. She figured she owed them at least one favour. “I’ll think of something.” Juice looked impressed at her bravery, and Macy hoped that she could pull this off. She wanted to impress him.
Juice pulled up a block from the service station. “Are you gonna be able to walk?” he asked, helping her out of the van. “Yeah, I’ll be alright. I’ll take it as slow as possible.” Juice was uneasy, letting her go, but she gave him a reassuring smile, wrapping the towel that he gave her tightly around her and hobbling off. There was a police car and an ambulance, but plenty of police tape cordoning off the front of the store. Calling over the deputy, she explained who she was and he let her through. Sheriff Unser was there, watching her walk over. He gestured for her to go to the patrol car, which was closer, opening the back door for her to sit on. “You’re Macy?” He asked. Macy nodded and he asked the deputy to take her statement. The paramedics looked over her injury while she talked, and Unser logged the tape, putting it in an evidence bag and placing it in the trunk of the patrol car. She recounted everything she knew, except seeing Juice and Chibs’ faces, and everything that Juice had told her. “Macy! You’re here.” Brian called, coming over with a pair of sweatpants in his hands. “Thanks, Brian.” she said, taking the pants from him. He held a blanket up that the paramedics had given her so she could slip on the sweatpants. The wound stung but the paramedics said she was lucky it missed anything important. It would heal quickly. Macy gave an internal thumbs up to Chibs. “I’m going to talk to Unser, get the rest of the information. Apparently I can’t view the tapes until they’ve looked at them over at the station.” Brian said, hand on her shoulder, before walking away. Macy felt a little bad for what she was about to do, but there was no real shop damage and he wouldn’t need insurance. Lifting herself up, she limped around the car, happy that the pain was real so she could pull this off. There was sweat beading on her forehead and the pain was becoming worse again, the meds wearing off. “Um, deputy? Sorry, would you mind getting one of the medics for me? I’m not feeling well.” The deputy hurried off and Macy slumped down on the edge of the open trunk. Reaching in slightly, she pulled out the tape, shoving it down the back of her sweats and pulling her shirt over the top. She tightened the cord on the pants and prayed the tape would hold. A medic came over, administering more meds. She sat and smiled, thanking him before Unser and Brian walked back over again. “So you’re sure you didn’t see anyone?” “I’m sure.” “And the shack you were staying at, where was it?” “I have no idea. It was out of town, and when I was picked up by someone along the road, I was just in so much pain I could hardly see, let alone chart my coordinates by the sun. I don’t even know what direction we came in to town.” Macy saw Unser smile, but she was the only one who did. “It’s alright, nothing you could do. Looks like it’s gonna be pretty open and shut. The robber was a junkie, and seems like your hero was out doing some anonymous vigilante work. You’re free to go.” Unser walked off to make a phone call and Brian prattled on about her not having to come to work for as long as she needed. Macy smiled, assuring him she would be back at work as soon as she could. Shortly after, a nondescript car pulled up, and a young guy with a bright face and wild blonde hair sticking out of his head. He didn’t look anything over 21. “Hey, Macy! Crazy day!” he said, coming over to me. “Yeah, you’re telling me! You come to pick me up, Brandon?” She went along with the kid, assuming this was the play. “Sure did. How are you to walk?” “Not great, I’ve only just had pain meds so they’ll take a bit to kick in.” “No problem.” ‘Brandon’ replied, and without missing a beat, scooped her up gently from the car and carried her over to his. He put her down next to the passenger door, thankfully on the other side where no one could see the tap slipping down the back of her pants. Macy slid awkwardly into the passenger seat and he ran around to the drivers side. Driving along, she managed to remove the tape out of the bottom of the pants. “So, are you with the club?” Macy asked. ‘Brandon’ wasn’t dressed in biker gear, so she could only assume. “Yeah, I’m Kip, but everyone calls me Halfsack.” Unlike Juice’s name, Macy wasn’t as curious about how Kip got his. “Wouldn’t they know something was up when you rocked up, being with the bikers? Juice told me you’re not well liked here.” He kept his eyes on the road, a big grin plastered on his face. “I’m not from around here, and no one knows me yet. I’m a prospect. This is my first gig on my own, and I really wanna get patched in so if you could maybe put in a good word for me? How well I handled this?” He was so excitable, so eager to please, she had to smile at him. “Sure thing, Kip. You’ve done a great job.” They pulled in to a yard with a big sign reading “Teller Morrow Garage”. Pushing up from the seat, Macy grabbed the video and came around the side of the car, standing before a bunch of bikers. They looked at her expectantly, and she pulled the tape out from behind her back. They all clapped and cheered. Macy bowed, slightly tipping forward before standing back up. Juice came over and picked her up, taking her to a picnic bench and setting her down. Someone took the tape to meet it’s fate and another someone handed her a beer. “Chibs!” She cried out, smiling as the Scot walked over to her. “Hi lass! You did it!” Chibs and Juice introduced Macy to everyone. Chibs went off to talk to some others and Juice and Macy were left to hang out. They chatted a lot and drank a little before Macy grew tired and Juice took her home.
A few weeks had passed, and Macy began to feel better, her wound healing over. She had gone back to work, not able to stand being in the house for days on end anymore. The club had opened it’s arms to her, and Juice would often come and pick her up to hang out at the clubhouse. She’d become an official friend to them.
It was another quiet day and Macy sat on her stool, watching while the coworker that had been assigned to her stocked the shelves. She wasn’t allowed to be on shift by herself (Brian’s orders), so she stayed on the register. Generally it was boring, unless Juice dropped in to see her. It happened whenever Juice wasn’t busy with club business, and every time he approached the sliding doors and smiled at her, she felt her posture straighten, her smile growing wide and hurting her cheeks. They openly flirted, and Macy found herself thinking about Juice whenever he wasn’t around.
“Hey, pretty lady.” Juice said, leaning up against the counter. “Well hey there, handsome.” Macy replied. “You going on break soon?” Macy looked at the clock on her phone. Nearly lunch time. She nodded, and Juice leant forward even closer. “Wanna go get something to eat?” Macy’s stomach fluttered, and she nodded, slipping off the stool and walking out of the register booth. “Hey, Derek? I’m going for lunch, watch the register!” Macy called. She didn’t wait for Derek’s response, just grabbed Juice by the front of the kutte, leading him to the door to the store room instead of towards the sliding door. Pulling him in to the room, she closed the door, locking it behind them. Turning up the store speakers, she looked over at Juice, who was happily confused. “Are we getting lunch from the stock? Because I was thinking burgers from the diner down the road.” “Juice, we’ve been flirting and teasing each other for weeks now. I don’t think I ever really thanked you for what you did for me that day. Plus, I figured we could work up an appetite.” He didn’t need to ask anymore questions. Juice answered by kissing her, hard, confirming her thoughts as to how he felt. No need for foreplay, they’d been at it for weeks. The looks, the innuendo jokes, grazing each other with their hands when they thought no one was looking. Barely breaking their kiss, all the while giggling, they struggled out of their jeans. Juice grabbed Macy by the back of the thighs, lifting her on to a stack of canned drinks. She winced, and he pulled back. “Fuck, you ok?” He looked down, realising his hand had pushed against her wound. “It’s ok, it’s just a bit tender.” Juice leant down, placing a gentle kiss just above the now-healed-over wound. “Sorry babygirl, I didn’t think.” Macy grinned and got back to kissing him as he pressed his raging self against her. Moaning loudly, she squeezed her legs around him, encouraging him. She knew he was trying to prolong it, but as much as she wanted this to keep going, she was more desperate to feel him deep within her. She also knew she wasn’t going to last much longer with him rocking himself against her clit. Just when Macy thought she couldn’t handle it anymore, Juice pulled back a little, sliding between her folds and filling her completely. Juice let out a grunt, moving his lips from her mouth to her neck. He thrust quickly, keen, unable to stop now that he’d finally gotten a taste of what he’d wanted. Macy rolled her hips with him, and he snaked a hand between them, rubbing the pad of his thumb in circles over her clit. Derek started banging on the door. “Macy! You in there? The music is really loud and I can’t get in there!” He yelled. “Yeah, working on it!” Macy’s voice was strained as she felt the beginning of an orgasm approach. Derek knocked more, jiggling the door handle, not having heard Macy. Macy was glad she’d turned the music up, her’s and Juice’s moans were untamed, echoing around the room. “Persistent little prick.” Juice said as he fucked her. Derek was still banging on the door. Macy’s chuckles turned into groans as skin slapped against skin. “I’m-” she started to call back out to Derek, but her focus turned quickly as she found her release, clenching hard around Juice and digging her nails to his shoulders. That tipped Juice over the edge, and he rocked slowly inside of her as they rode their orgasms out. Juice helped Macy down. They pulled their pants back on, smiling and blushing at each other, straightening up. Macy turned the speakers back down and opened the door, Derek on the other side looking annoyed. “Fixed it. Heading out to lunch, see you in an hour!” They reached Juice’s bike, pulling on their helmets. Taking off, the vibrations on the bike felt harsh against her sensitive body, but Macy didn’t care. She was with Juice and she was thankful for the gun shot wound in her leg. It hurt like a bitch, but now she had the club, and Juice, and a story to tell about how her life went from average and dull to exciting and unpredictable.
Sitting in the diner, Macy sipped her Coke, watching Juice while he absentmindedly played with his rings, looking content. “Question,” he said. “Hmm?” “If that’s what I get for saving your life that day, what does Chibs get for being part of it and stitching you up?” Macy thought for a moment, pretending to really ponder. “He’ll have to be happy with a bottle of whiskey. I’m a one-man kind of woman.” “Good to know.” Juice grinned. _______________________________________________________________________
sorry to get all sappy on y’all here but sometimes when I’m looking at my spiders or my mantis or my snakes I just get really emotional because they’re so small and harmless and sweet and the only time any of them has ever lashed out is if I scare them by accident, but most of them never have and I just think of how many people think they’re gross or scary or deserve to die and I just get really sad about it because they’re really so lovable and curious and fascinating to watch and I just think “how could anyone hate you so much?”