i just want to cry and bottle my tears and sell them

VIP Package - Drummer!Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Drummer!Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 10,128

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (female receiving), Multiple Orgasm, Public Fingering, Spanking, Sneaking Around to Fuck

Notes: Drummer Dylan does things to me y’all. Send help. Special thanks to @writing-obrien because she was a sweet pea and proofread this for me while I am trying not to fall asleep. Because we all know not to let me proofread when I’m sleepy. 

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Imagine your OTP proposing repeatedly at different restaurants to get free food
completely the fault of this prompt

“You ready?”

“Wait, lemme—okay. Yeah. Go.”

“Don’t do that dewy eyes thing again. I nearly burst out laughing last time.”

“Just shut up and go—the waiter’s coming.”

Dean hastily leans back, fumbling with the cheap velvet box in his palm. Cas is barely suppressing his grin, pretending to be interested in the dessert menu.

The waitress is at the table opposite them, and Dean taps his fingers patiently against his leg. Just a little bit closer.

“You know, I was gonna wait ‘til we got back home, but I don’t think I can anymore.”

Cas looks up, expression of surprise just on the edge of believable.

“Dean?” He asks carefully.

“Dammit, Cas, I can’t stand it!”

Dean throws his napkin down, standing with a dramatic flourish. Heads are starting to turn towards their table, and their waitress is staring at them, her mouth open. Dean fights back his grin. Jackpot.

He drops to one knee, and all around them, surprised gasps and a couple stunned oh my gods echo through the restaurant.

Dean holds up the ring (something they dug out of the bottom of a 99 cent bin in Walmart), adding a hesitant edge to his voice.

“Castiel,” he says gravely. “Love of my life. Will you—will you marry me?”

Cas presses a hand to his heart, his lip trembling a little. (Damn him and those acting classes he took their senior year of college, the fucker.)

“Dean,” he breathes. “Of course. Of course!”

Dean is immediately yanked up in the arms of his pseudo-fiancé, as the restaurant dissolves into a cacophony of whoops and applause. Cas smiles against his lips.

“Nailed it,” he whispers.

“As always,” Dean whispers back. Then he kisses him again, because hey—that was the best part of the fake proposing, getting to make out with Cas in front of everyone.

Well, that, and the free food.

It happened kinda by accident.

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cs future family — ღ — CaptainCharming II CaptainCobra — “I broke down crying in your Grandfather’s arms the night my daughter was born…” — or, you know, the night the wee babies are born and how these guys handled the whole thing.  (slightly)angsty fluff? :)

This is obviously never in a million years happening in canon, but I’m still craving already all the Daddy!Killian/Grandpa!Killian fluff, so here’s THIS anyway! I very selfishly needed it! :D Flashbacks are in Italics. (( AO3 ))

    Killian wishes he knew the exact way or words to help the lad. He knows in his heart that everything is going to turn out fine regardless, but he still wishes Henry knew this as well.

And he knows, oh Killian knows rationally Henry probably knows everything’s going to be okay already, but Killian also knows, from his own experience, that right this second, rationality isn’t exactly first on Henry’s mind.

So he waits it out. Killian doesn’t exactly want to approach Henry with his unsolicited opinion, but he still knows the two of them are bound to exchange some words at some point this day anyway.

Killian knows it’s not the right time yet though. The lad is seemingly trying to appear so tough and in control of the whole situation and Killian respects that.

Killian has to commend him for it even; he’s doing a much more believable job than Killian ever did once upon a time when he was in Henry’s shoes.

Needlessly to say, Killian Jones can’t be prouder of his lad right now.

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He’s losing it.

He’s shaking and he feels as though someone has a very tight grip on his heart right now. He feels sweaty and tingly —as though he’s being suffocated from the inside out. He tries to force himself to breathe but it comes out shallow and rapid. He shudders; eyes squeezing against the tears he doesn’t wish to cry.

His chest almost hurts and he wants— he doesn’t know what he wants —he just needs to do something, but he’s useless. All evening he’s done nothing but watch and it’s —it’s too bloody much for him to handle.

Killian turns facing a wall, his palm flat on the cool surface steadying him. He doesn’t trust his legs to hold him up so he leans heavily onto the wall, his forehead touching its surface. He breathes, harshly and unsteady, he wants to scream really —cry perhaps too, out of frustration and—

“Breathe,” a voice calls, and Killian hears it muffled by the sound of his very own heart pounding in his ears. “Breathe,”

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The Worse Week - Request

Requested by anon: Could you write a sherlock one shot where the main character is having a terrible week. Final straw is when the person buying her house pulls out of the sale day of the move. He finds her and tries to cheer her up

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word Count: 1.644

Warnings: Un-edited.

A/N: I am not happy now, so this may not be as cheerful as expected.


Originally posted by fandomlikeafamily

Friday, finally Friday. The expression “TGIF” was never as relatable as it was that day. Her whole week had been terrible, and all she wanted was for it to finish. Everyday had had something awful to add to the list; and that day, Friday – oh, glorious Friday! – She was finally having what she wanted.

She was selling her house. A house she had been trying to sell for so many months… At least, she was about to seal the deal. It seemed like a light at the end of the tunnel, the final breath of fresh air after being trapped in a sauna… It was a great release, and it made the rest of that awful week seem like it was worth it.

However, it’s the law of life, when something goes wrong it can AND IT WILL go even worse.

Sometimes people don’t understand that, when they give their word on certain thing, they are meant to keep it. Sometimes, people don’t understand that a simple piece of paper can cost even more than it looks like. Sometimes, people don’t appreciate other people’s time, and wastes them shamelessly. Sometimes, people are literal arseholes.

(Y/N) stormed inside her house, groaning loudly and slamming the door as she walked in. The person that was meant to buy her house ended up pulling back on the sale that exact day! (Y/N) was more than pissed off, she was burning her insides in her own anger, and she couldn’t think of anything but punching whoever appeared on her way.

That someone happened to be Sherlock.

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We’ll Figure It Out (Pt 1)

gif art by @travellerintime thank you so much!

Summary: After recent events, Sam has been fighting insomnia. Dean wants to help him in any way possible. He need’s Sam to talk about his experience, and needs him to relax, and will do anything to get him there.

Pairing: Sam Wincester / Dean Winchester
Warnings: None
Tags: WIncest, First Time, Season 12 Divergance, Bunker Sex, Depressed!Sam, Caring!Dean, Comfort, Slow Burn, not too smutty


Dean’s eyes burn after what felt like 24 hours straight of reading articles on the internet about crazy events that might be in their wheelhouse. Nothing particularly jumped off the screen to him, so he took the last 2 swallows from his beer and decided to call it a night. Sam had gone to bed hours ago. A little earlier than normal, but he had been looking more tired than usual, and it’s probably just caught up to him.

As he approached his bedroom door, Dean paused and listened to voices coming from Sam’s room. It sounded like the TV, but Sam doesn’t usually fall asleep with the TV on, so he decides to check on his brother.

“It’s open.” Sam says as he hears Dean’s signature “shave and a haircut” knock on his door. Dean opens the door to find Sam watching TV in the dark, sitting up on his bed, in his T-shirt and lounge pants, sipping from a tumbler of whiskey, also not normal Sam behavior. Dean is sure something is out of whack.

“Hey, you okay?” Dean asks as he gives Sam a once over look to see if there is anything visibly wrong.

“Yeah,” Sam says with a half smile, “just can’t sleep. Trying to take the edge off,” as he gestures with the tumbler. Dean glances over at the whiskey bottle on the night stand. Still ¾ of the way full. Sam could probably still drive if he had to at this point, so Dean lets himself relax a little…his little brother isn’t sitting in the dark, brooding and getting drunk.

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jealous | chapter two

pairing: baekhyun x reader x chanyeol

genre: angst, fluff, smut + [!MENTIONS OF SUICIDE!]

word count: 1,680
summary: baekhyun is heartbroken after you leave him. he decides to start over and try to get over you by moving into a new apartment building where he meets chanyeol. what he later finds out is that chanyeol has been your boyfriend for the past month.

pov: baekhyun’s diary entries + a surprise

rating: whether you’re an underage hard stan or a legal soft stan, reader whatever the hell you wanna read.

fun fact: if you watch the gifs below a couple times, they’ll be in sync at some point.

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October 18, 2017

It’s 4pm. I’m already looking for a new apartment online. I spent the day returning the ring I bought for her and selling a few things.

I want to kill myself. I want to leave this world and never come back. Is seven years a short amount of time? Did it just seem like it was so long to me? Was I just an obstacle in her life? Maybe she was just an obstacle in mine. Maybe y/n was just my ready, set before the actual go. But how long will it take for me to jump over this one? Days? Months? Years? It feels like I’ve been punched and kicked in the stomach. I want to leave this world forever. I’d rather burn in hell instead of enduring the pain I’m experiencing right now.

I woke up and my pillow was wet. I had even been crying in my sleep. But I’m over it. I’m sure.

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This sounds so shitty but there's a nice ending 👌🏻👌🏻

This got super long accidentally because I need to rant. There’s a TLDR at the bottom.

So I’m currently off work because I had to have day surgery to get all four of my wisdom teeth taken out yesterday(2nd of March). I spoke to my manager(M) about the fact that I was probably going to need the time off at the start of March, but I wouldn’t know until my pre-appointment on the 22nd of February. During said appointment, M was on holidays which is fair enough, but I came back to work in on the same day I had my appointment to tell the people who were doing the rosters while the manager was off.

Fun fact: This week, it has been okayed for THREE people to be on holidays at once (we’re a small community pharmacy with like 20 staff total on the roster to cover all ends of the shop on any given day from dispensing scripts to Webster medication packing for the nursing homes to y'know, general sales etc?) whilst TWO were about to go on maternity leave. One of said two had to go early because she had some complications. Obvs this leaves us super short for the start of the new month.

One of my coworkers (T) who has been basically doing managerial things while M is away was amazing about it. I was hardcore stressing because I know that I’m one of the big helps in the store, the front counter’s club card sign up is like 70% me and I usually only have two days off a week. T was all like “look, it’s okay. You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do” when I said I was going to need at least a week off but I put for two just in case there were complications (which there were) and I needed the extra time.

M got back on Monday and I expect to get a phone call and hear nothing. Messaged M about calling her during the day and heard nothing Messaged T that night and she said they were just super busy. Finally got a message back from M that night asking me to call her at work the next day.

So I called her at work and she didn’t seem happy from the moment she answered the phone. She was lowkey guilting me saying that Thursday we would have five staff off. And I was like??? I’m sorry??? But like if I didn’t take that appointment, I wouldn’t be able to get them out for like two months and they’re causing such a problem now so that wasn’t really an option. She ended up being like “Well I guess we’ll just have to make do”

I came in on Wednesday and immediately feel like shit. It upset me so much because M usually is kind of like a second mum to me but she was just super passive aggressive toward me all day. She was super short in how she spoke to me and just generally made me feel like shit. I don’t know if she meant to do it, because I know she was super stressed. But it made me feel like shit all the same.

So the afternoon comes around and this lady and her kids are looking at the earring stand and when they come over to the register, the littlest one opens up this bottle of the ear spray we give people after they get their ears pierced and spills a good third of this all over the ground. Obviously we can’t sell it now and when I come back to the register I’m like “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to pay to this.” At first she’d like “Well I guess..” But then she just goes “You know what? No. I’m not going to pay for it.” And I turn away as I call T down the back to see if she can get M to come up because I couldn’t let her walk out because of policies? (We literally have signs) and this customer starts bitching me out as I’m waiting for M to come up. “I work for this blahblahblah of the government. That’s against the law. It shouldn’t be somewhere that a two year old can get to it. If she had of drunk it, I could have sued you because it’s antiseptic. It has alcohol in it.” Internally I’m kind of thinking that if she had of controlled her child, it wouldn’t have happened. Just as if she were to open a packet of lollies, that’s not on us that she can’t control her child, but we can’t sell the item. I’m also trying my hardest to keep it together. Because after such a shitty day, it’s the fucking cherry on the cake.

M comes up and it turns out that this lady had booked in to have her other two kids’ ears pierced next week and M says she’ll just put the spray with their stuff for the ear piercing. M goes back down the back and the customer starts bitching me out again “You should learn policy before getting your manager involved. Also, you’re horrible at customer service. Turning away to call them down there is rude to do in front of a customer.” And etc, just generally making me feel like shit WHILST HER TWO YEAR OLF TRIES TO OPEN A PACKET OF LOLLIES. Customer leaves (she didn’t open the lollies but fucking exactly what I was thinking though???) and the lady behind her was really nice and all like “I’m sorry you have to deal with people like that.” She then leaves and I have no one lined up and I call T and legit start crying on the phone and she comes up to cover me while I duck down and pull out the lay-by book to make it look like I’m doing something to any nosey customers.

After I’ve stopped the tears, I get T to get M to come up the front and I tell her what the customer said and she actually started treating me like normal and gave me a hug and said that she’s going to ring up the customer and say “Sorry, we can’t pierce your daughters’ ears because we don’t want you to sue us if they get infected or something.”

(Also shoutout to T for being so amazing through everything. Honestly one of my favourite people at work)

TLDR; Manager who is like a second mum okays too many people to go on holidays and then is passive aggressive because she’s stressed that I have to be off for sick leave to get my wisdom teeth out. Shitty customer causes a mini breakdown then the manager has my back ❤️

To Fix The Broken Pieces

Dean leaves you in a motel room to help an ex when Sam calls you to give you a heads up. The reader tries to change herself but when she finds Dean in a compromising position again she leaves with her heart shattered never wanting to see him again.

Dean Winchester and Reader, Sam Winchester, Jo and Ellen Harvelle, Castiel

Warninngs: Angst, Heartbreak, severe injuries, sexual situations and sweet Dean, Cassie is a bitch in this (shrugs)

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Originally posted by zest-wincest

              When he left that night, I knew he wasn’t coming back. His demeanor changed when he got a call from Cassie. He left me that night with a promise to be back, so like an idiot I waited and got a call from Sam that had destroyed me with everything I ever had. So, I packed what I could and left leaving the Winchester boys in my past. A couple days went by and my phone was blowing up mostly with Dean’s name. I knew better now; no man would ever do that to me again. I would rather die than deal with that heartbreak again. The only place I knew to go was aunt Ellen, and my cousin Jo. They were the only family I had left. They welcomed me with open arms and promised to shoot Dean on site if they ever saw him.

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Let Me Go (Dean x Reader)

Title: Let Me Go

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

warnings: angst all the way omg

summary: reader appears to dean as a ghost.

Originally posted by im-proud-of-us67

You would think that dying in the hunting business, you would get a proper hunter’s funeral. But that wasn’t what seemed to happen the many months ago when you did die.

“Dean, this isn’t what she would’ve wanted.” Sam warned his brother, looking at your lifeless body sadly.

“How do you know what she’d want?” The eldest Winchester challenged, sending an angry glare at his brother.

“Because Y/N was a hunter, she would want to be salted and burned.” Sam answered calmly.

He wasn’t trying to start a fight with his brother. He was just trying to state what he thought you would’ve wanted.

“Well she’s not here anymore, is she?” Dean sneered lividly, tears flooding his vision as he took another swing from a whiskey bottle.

Your death wasn’t easy for Dean. It took a toll on everyone, honestly.

You had always managed to keep everyone smiling despite all the shit that would happen. Now you were gone and so was the light you brought to the world.

You had begged to Sam to keep an eye on Dean. No matter how much it hurt, you did not want him doing anything to bring you back to life.

It was basically your dying wish.

And Sam did everything he could to keep it. It didn’t even matter how big of a wedge it drove between him and his brother. This was something he could not allow Dean to do.

There were very occasions where the hunter came close to it. To selling his soul in exchange for you.

“Dean, no!” Sam yelled, jumping out the car to stop his brother.

The demon knife gripped tightly in his hand as he ran up to his brother.

“You’ve got no part in this Sam.” The hunter grunted frustratingly.

He was drunk out of his mind, acting on pure grief and hurt.

“Tick tock Dean or this deal is gone.” The demon pressured, clicking her tongue as she looked between the brothers.

“Dean, no.” The youngest Winchester stopped him, pulling him away from the demon.

Though Dean refused, roughly pushing Sam away from him.

“Y/N will hate you if you do this,” Sam called out in a panic, not really knowing what else to do to stop his brother.

“At least she’ll be alive.” Dean responded in sorrow, giving his brother an apologetic look.

“Sorry Dean-o, deal’s off the table.” The demon grinned wickedly. “I’ve decided that seeing you suffer is much more entertaining.”

“You fucking bitch.” Dean shouted enraged, running towards the demon but it was too late. She was gone.

This is what his life consisted of now. Pure heartache and grief.

He had lost you, the only person who brought balance to his world. You were what kept him sane, helped him deal with all the pressure and guilt.

Dean was at a lost without you.

It was like he had hit the lowest of the low. He had completely turned into scarier version of his dad.

He spent the first few weeks hunting the thing that killed you. And when he finally caught up with it, he killed it.

He thought that would relieve some of the pain but it didn’t. It only brought more.

It was like the reality of your death was finally setting in. With his mind now unoccupied, he could feel every inch of your absence.

He could still sometimes feel your touch against his skin, the ghost of your lips on his. Or he would hear your laugh.

The hunter swore he was going insane.

Every night he would stare at the only photo he had of you. Every night wishing he would’ve taken more.

It was a picture he had taken of you without you even realizing.

You hair was thrown up in a messy pony tale and you wore one of his white shirts with nothing else underneath. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, your long tan legs folded beneath you.

He remembered that day so clearly.

“Wait, it’s probably my mom.” You giggled softly, Dean pampering kissed on your neck.

“Call her later.” He mumbled dismissively.

“Let me just send her a quick text then I’m all yours.” You laughed again, pushing Dean away from you.

You quickly got out of bed, picking up his white shirt off the ground and putting it on over your naked body.

Dean sighed softly, sitting up in the bed. A small smile played on his lips as he watched your brows furrow in concentration as you looked at your phone.

He grabbed his own phone, hoping to distract himself in the meantime.

Dean somehow found himself in the camera before he angled it towards you, snapping a quick picture.

The rest of that day was spent comforting you. It turns out that your mother had called you to let you know that your brother had died.

That was the first day he really saw you cry. He was sure you cried all those times he died but he never really saw. This day was the day he did.

And he was sure it hurt him more than you. His heart ached with each tear you cried and each sob that fell from your lips.

That’s when he vowed to make sure you never cried again. And he was sure able to keep it, until your death of course.

“No, no, no.” Dean whispered in alarm, dropping to his knees.

He carefully picked up your head and rested it against his legs. His hands caressing your hair and face.

“You’re gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.” He repeated quietly, kissing your forehead.

You coughed, blood spluttering out your mouth. Your insides were hanging on by a thread and you knew there was no way you were going to make it.

“Dean, baby, no I’m not.” You told him, reaching up weakly to touch his face.

He helped you, grimacing as you realized your usual warm touch was now cold and clammy.

Tears clouded your vision and you blinked them away, wanting to keep a clear sight of your significant other.

Dean gripped your hand tighter as he saw the tear roll down your face.

“I love you Dean,” You cried out. “I love you so fucking much, it hurts. I don’t want to die. I don’t want to leave you.”

The hunter choked back his own tears, pulling you in closer.

“I know baby, I know.” He whispered, his voice breaking. “I’ll bring you back.”

“No. Don’t your dare try Dean,” You sobbed, shaking your head. “I don’t want to come back if it means I’ll lose you.”

You pulled him down, your dry lips crashing against his for a desperate kiss.

You only lasted a few more minutes after that. At least you were able to say goodbye. To Dean, to Sam, to Cas.

Though when the reaper finally did come for you. You couldn’t go.

You knew it would ultimately lead up to you becoming one of the things you hunted, but you just couldn’t go.

Seeing Dean so broken after you drew your final breath. You just couldn’t leave him.

You stayed by his side, watching all his up’s and down’s after your death.

He wore your dog tags, the one’s you had kept after your brother’s death. You tethered yourself to them, pretty much knowing that Dean wasn’t about to stop wearing them any time soon.

As the time went on, the more you fell in grief. It finally got to the point that you appeared to Dean as a ghost.

“Y/N,” He murmured under his breath, his eyes widening.

He thought he had finally got to the point of insanity that he was imagining you. But when he saw you flicker, he knew you were real.

You were a ghost.

“Hey baby,” You whispered, your spirit sauntering forward. You braced your hands on either side of his face, feeling such a relief to be able to touch him again.

“You’re a ghost,” He pointed out, leaning into your touch involuntarily.

You kissed him with all your force, using whatever was left in your strength to stay touchable before disappearing.

You reappeared across from him.

“I miss you so much,” Dean told you, his green eyes looking at you painfully.

“I know baby, I miss you too.” You responded quietly, tangling your hand with his. “But you have to let me go Dean.”

“I can’t,” He whispered in response.

“You have too,” You urged, tearing up slightly. “It’s the only way I’ll be at peace. Only if I see you moving on with your life.”

“I love you Dean.”

And with that you disappeared again. Loosing all your strength to stay visible.

It was like his heart and soul broke all over again. Now that he knew you were a ghost, he knew he had to burn your body and all your belongings.

He had to learn to let go.

“I love you.”

A/N: i just spent the last six hours writing this and i have no idea how i feel about it omg

let me know what y'all think

Falling Into The Wrong Crowd-Part Three (Jax Teller x Reader)

Summary: (Y/N) cannot get the image of the mysterious biker out of her head, she is so sure that is is him, they are back. The girls aren’t sure whether to believe her still, though something is telling the Sons that danger is coming. They can’t help but get involved with their friends only causing more trouble.

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Violence, swearing, alcohol, drugs, abuse (it’s Sons Of Anarchy, what do you expect?)

As I stormed out of the TM I couldn’t stop crying. Why wouldn’t they believe me? I wouldn’t make any of this up, why would I? I’m not the sort of person to make a sick joke. It didn’t make any sense. I know that we were supposed to be forgetting what happened but why would they just shove aside what happened to me? Questions ran through my head until a voice called out to me. Looking up, Jax was on his bike pulling up next to me.

“What do you want Jax?” I snapped.

“Look, I won’t ask any questions if you don’t want to talk but let me take you home. You seemed scared back there, I’m sure you don’t want to be alone.” he had pity on his face.

“Maybe it would be better if I was alone.” I lied.

“Just get on.”

He was right, I definitely didn’t want to be alone, especially if my assumption was true. For the second time that day I got behind Jax before he took me home. Once again I felt relaxed as we sped through the streets, closing my eyes and resting my cheek on his back. The ride was over too quickly though, I had to come back and face everything. He insisted that he should come inside, just until I had calmed down or someone came back.

I offered him a drink but he declined. Taking out a bottle of wine, I poured a lot into a glass before it almost overflowed. I could feel his eyes on me but I didn’t care. I needed this right now. Jax and I were sat on the sofa closely in silence until he spoke.

“What was that all about back there?” he asked in a hushed tone, looking into my eyes.

“It’s all in the past according to the girls.” I mumbled, taking a huge gulp of wine.

“You said that you were going to wind up dead, it has to be serious.”

“Oh it is. But it doesn’t matter because they don’t believe me.”

“Well I do.”

“You don’t even understand what’s happening.”

“No but it’s evident that it’s scaring you.”

Again, more tears began to fall. Goddamn emotions.

“It’s just…I don’t see how they can forget it all so quickly or at least pretend that it never happened. Maybe I remember it clearer, I was more involved.”

“Involved in what?” Jax was desperate to know answers but he wasn’t getting angry with me.

“I don’t even know you. I met you two days ago.”

“Sometimes it’s better to talk to a stranger than a friend.” he took the glass out of my hand and placed it on the coffee table in front of us.

I sighed, debating whether to tell him. However if I didn’t talk about it soon I thought I would explode.

“Before we moved here, we had trouble with another MC in our town. The girls were in business with them, selling drugs and whatnot, they got caught twice and went to prison because of it. The first time they kept quiet about providing it for the MC but the second time around they ratted them out to get a shorter sentence. The club had given an annonymus tip that the girls were the only ones involved, meaning that they would be the only ones to go down. This obviously made them really angry.

"However, I was dating one of their members at the time. Keira from Cara Cara used to live there, she had an abusive boyfriend and I tried to save her; however I ended up getting beaten too until the girls and a member of the MC saved me. He later asked me out. It wasn’t too serious, though I thought I was maybe going to become his old lady or something. He was so good to me, he cared for me when the girls got locked up until the second time. They threatened me and I had no where to hide. I was the one they took their anger out on. I thought I was going to die because they beat me almost every day. The girls had no idea about it so obviously continued to rat them out. I endured it for as long as I could.”

I paused for a minute, trying to not break down in front of Jax. He probably thought I was a psycho bitch after that scream fest at the club. He didn’t rush me which I was thankful for. Jax stayed quiet, waiting for me to continue.

“They had me locked up in my own home. People started to wonder where I was, what had happened to me. One night I managed to escape. I couldn’t believe that I was getting out of there. However they soon found out that I had left and came after me on their bikes, shooting at the girl running through the streets. I was hit in the arm but continued to run. The police showed up because of the amount of calls about a shootout happening in the neighborhood. They took me to the hospital and that’s where I was reunited with the girls. I didn’t answer any questions when the police visited and as soon as I was better we fleed the town.”

I grabbed the glass and took another massive gulp of wine. It was almost gone. Jax was speechless. He was trying to say something but he wasn’t sure what. I just started to cry, I couldn’t hold it back. The girls thought the best way to forget it all was to never talk about it. That wasn’t right. It needed to be talked about.

“That’s…I don’t know what to say.” He breahed out.

“We jumped around a lot, trying to throw them off in case they were following, mostly staying in motels. It’s been about two months.”

“What!? I thought you were talking about years ago? Maybe a couple more months at least.”

“Nope. That’s why I’m panicking so much. We didn’t lose them, they found us.”

“Look, maybe it isn’t them-”

I leapt out of my seat and stormed to the kitchen. Placing the glass next to the sink, I just took the bottle instead. Before I could get one sip, Jax snatched it out of my hands. We glared at each other.

“This isn’t the way to deal with this. Tonight you and the girls are going to come to the party and apologise to one another. From there we’ll work out what’s happening around here.” he ordered never blinking.

I shyly nodded.

“Good. Go have a bath or something, calm yourself down. I’ll be out here if you need me.”

I did as he suggested. As I watched the water fill up the bathtub, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if the MC was here. Were they here for us or something else? Slipping into the steaming water I tried to push the thoughts and worries aside. My hand absentmindedly ran over the wound on my upper arm, the scar on my skin reminding me that I was lucky to be alive. I had never been so scared of a noise before in my life. Even when I heard gunshots on TV shows I flinched. It could have been the last thing I heard before I died. No one wants that.

It was silent throughout the house. I wasn’t sure what Jax was doing. Oh god he was probably wanting to get out of here so badly. We were just another problem for the club. They didn’t have to get involved though I had a feeling that they couldn’t escape now. What if both MCs were rivals already, or worse friends!?

After the bath, I started to reapply my makeup which was a mess due to my breakdown. It was still so quiet in the house and I had to call out to Jax to make sure he was still there. After getting ready again, I brushed my hair out and chose an outfit for the party. I’d been to an MC party before, I knew what I should wear. I also knew that there would be many women there with much less clothing than me.

A knock on the bedroom door startled me.“(Y/N), can I come in?”


I continued to put on some jewelry as he walked in. I watched him through my mirror, sitting on the edge of the bed his eyes met mine.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

I sighed.“Not much better if I’m being honest.”

“You know that it’s for the best, making up with the others I mean.”

“Yeah. It’s just going to be hard because they didn’t believe me.”

We made our way to the club house again. I began to feel nervous, what was going to happen with the girls? Were we just going to keep arguing about this or could we actually resolve it? As we arrived something seemed wrong. There was no loud music, no chatter from the crowds and no people for that matter. Jax and I got off his bike, his face showing confusion, as did mine.

“Jax, what’s happening?” I asked him.

“I don’t know, stay close to me.” he took out a gun from the waist line of his trousers before grabbing my hand.

We took cautious steps towards the club house. I had been to this sort of party before, there had to be something going on here. Jax kept me behind his back, looking out for any danger. However we were caught off guard, both of us being knocked off of our feet. We were lying on the floor and before Jax could shoot the attackers the gun was forced out of his hands.

“Miss us baby girl?” a slimy voice free my attention away from the ground and up at the men.

That’s when I let out a blood curdling scream.

Monthly Favorites: June

Hello, beautiful pea-ple! (Excuse my attempts at being punny 😏) It’s been a while since I shared with you something that I liked/loved/relished to the core so I decided to do a wrap-up of my favorites all taken from the belly of the past month, June. The food category is jam-packed! I definitely had a chance to pig out a lot!

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Request: Business call - Part 3

Request: I would like to request, a story out of Tigs POV. Where he should call someone for club business, but he has a wrong number and ends up at readers phone. At the end they end up together.. perhabs a bit smut if it’s posible for u :)

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: mentions of alcoholism, grief


Originally posted by redwoodyproductions

Tig’s POV

He laid by Y/N’s side, catching his breath. Tig didn’t cuddle, but that night and with her was different. He wanted her to stay, hold her close and wake up with Y/N’s sleepy eyes meeting his. He laid on his side, sliding a hand over her belly, pulling Y/N closer. She caressed his arm, tracing patterns with her fingertips as he nuzzled on her neck, breathing her scent in.

“Party is still going on”, Tig mumbled, pressing a kiss on her skin, “Do you want anything?”

“I’m good”, she moved closer, sighing and closing her eyes. Since the moment she walked in the clubhouse, Tig had the feeling something was going on. He wanted to ask her, not let her leave without a proper answer, but he decided to wait for the morning. All he wanted to do was just snuggle with her, maybe have a second round and enjoy that peaceful time alone.


He fell asleep soon after, listening Y/N breathing. Tig couldn’t remember when he ever had slept so easily. He woke up in the middle of the night though, with the sound of someone walking around the room. He propped his body up on his elbows. Tig noticed the other side of the bed was empty and suddenly, Y/N’s form became clear. She was getting dressed. He reached for the lampshade and turned it on, surprising Y/N.

“Where are you going?”, Tig saw her freeze for a second, then she leaned to grab her shoes.

“I’m leaving”, her voice was so low he barely heard it. Tig got up, pulling his boxers up. He turned the lights on and stood in front of the door. Y/N sighed, putting on her shirt, “Alex…”

“Something is wrong”, he barked, “I knew it from the second I saw you, actually I have known it since I called you the first time. Come on Y/N, tell me what is going on”

“I can’t stay Alex”, she hissed, her jaw clenched hard.

“One minute ago we were cuddling. What happened?”, Tig moved toward her to hold her hands, but Y/N walked backwards, avoiding his touch, “Come back to bed”, he softly begged.

“Charming”, she whispered then look up at him, eyes cold, “I can’t stay in Charming, I’m leaving today Alex”

“What?”, he had no right over her, they weren’t a couple, but still, he was feeling betrayed, “What about this night?”

“It was a goodbye!”, Y/N barked, “Now please, let me go”

“A goodbye? Bullshit!”, Tig raised his voice, seeing Y/N startle and not bothering if the whole clubhouse would listen them, “I deserve an explanation, I won’t let you go that easily!”

“I’m a coward! Is that what you wanna hear?”, Y/N walked toward him, her cheeks blushing as she ranted, “I’ve lost someone I loved and I’m still fucking grieving! I can’t let someone get closer again. What is the point if I’m gonna lose you?!”

“Y/N”, she seemed so fierce and yet, so fragile. All he wanted to do was hold her and make it right, “You’re not gonna lose me. You gotta try again”

“I can’t, I’m not ready”, Tig could see she was determined to go, nothing he could say would change her mind. He stepped aside so she could opened the door. He watched as she stopped at the door for a second, “I’m sorry Alex”  

“Yeah, me too. I fell for you”


My heart was breaking in a million pieces as I left SAMCRO clubhouse. I tried not to cry and didn’t look back. I got back to my hotel room and opened the suitcase over the bed. When I was done I couldn’t carry it downstairs, I began to cry and curled up in bed. I haven’t slept, but I hit the road anyway, feeling a lump on my throat as I saw the Charming sign on the rear view mirror.

Months later…

I had headed North, planning to stay one month in each state. However, I couldn’t stop for more than one week in each place, I got bored quickly and began to drink again; this time forget about California. I thought a change would be good, so I sold the car and hopped on a plane to Florida. I thanked God for the sun on my skin as soon as I arrived, sure I would have a good time. I was wrong again. I made the mistake to go to the beach on my first day and when I looked at the ocean, the memories overwhelmed me. The wonderful blue ocean and sky only reminded me of his eyes. It had been months since the last time I saw Alex and I still hadn’t forgotten him.

I sat on the sand, hugging my knees close to my chest. I had been running for a long time, trying to find a place for me, maybe somewhere to start again. I had found it, but I ran again. I didn’t believe I could be happy again. My heart had told me to stay and try, but my mind told me otherwise and fear won. I still had his phone number though, a piece of paper on my wallet. I was coward and selfish, keeping his number and wondering if he still thought or wanted me.

I don’t know why I did it. I grabbed my phone, the paper on my wallet and dialed his number. After the third ring, Alex answered it, “Hello”. I held my breath as he spoke, “Hello! Who is this?”. I hung up, tears rolling down my face and the sun setting on the horizon. What should I do?

Tig’s POV

Tig had told himself to move on, forget Y/N, but he couldn’t, he thought about her every single day. It was a selfish thought but- How long could a person grieve? How long would she run? He hated Y/N for a while, drowned his sorrows at the bar and erased her number. Juice offered to try to track her, but Tig doubted someone could do it, Y/N was determined not to be found. He frequently wondered where she was, what she was doing. Months had passed and her scent was still on his mind, their night together too. He should have noticed it was a goodbye.

He was almost losing hope and beginning to accept she wouldn’t come back. One day, his phone rang, it was an unknown number and nobody was answering his questions. At first, he thought it was a mistake or maybe someone trying to sell something, but after getting the same calls every day during a week, Tig began to think it was Y/N.

“Hello”, Tig answered when his phone rang again. He took a deep breath and decided to try, “Y/N?”, nobody answered, but there was someone still there, still listening, “Are you okay?… You can talk to me you know… Listen, I understand you weren’t ready to stay, to try again and I just hope you’re okay… You can call and talk to me whenever you want or… You can come back. I’m still here”


My heart beat faster with the sound of his voice. Was he crazy? What kind of man would want me back? Who would wait for so long? I had hurt him, but he still wanted me. I paced inside my hotel room that night, trying to figure out what to do. Could I go back? Could I live with the constant fear of losing him? I had fallen for Alex; I wanted him. I had run away from everything and everybody, thinking I could leave alone, but just one call had put an end to it, changed my life again. It was still dark when I left the hotel and walked to the beach; I sat on the sand again, hugging myself, watching the sunrise and the waves on the blue ocean.

Tig’s POV

It had been more than week since Y/N’s last call. Tig had her new number saved on his phone, but maybe it wouldn’t work or he shouldn’t call back. Club kept him busy enough, but whenever he was alone in his bedroom or just seated by the bar, his mind would go back to her. Tig had told her what was on his mind and it was her decision to come back or not. He was at the bar again, staring down at his half empty bottle of beer when the phone rang. It was Y/N’s former boss.

Tig had gone to the bar after Y/N leave town, ask her boss if he knew where she might be. The man didn’t know, but Tig gave his phone number, “Call me if you know anything”, he had begged.

“She is back”, her boss said when Tig answered the call, “She came back a few days ago, asked if I had a job for her. Her shift ends in half hour”


Tig haven’t seen her car anywhere, Y/N must have lost or sold it. He parked his bike across the street and waited. Minutes later, Y/N walked out the bar. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she held her purse close to her body, already walking up the street. Tig hated she was walking alone at night; he clenched his jaw and ran to meet her.

“Y/N!”, he called out. She froze for a second and then turned around, mouth ajar.

“How…?”, she started as Tig stood in front of her, a safe distance between them.

“Your boss”, he confessed. Y/N just sighed and looked down, “Why you didn’t call?”

“I’m a coward, remember?”, she whispered before look up at him again, “I have been thinking how to do this, what to say to you, wondering if you would be happy to see me, if you really want me here…”

“I did told you to come back, remember?”, Tig cut her off. Y/N was tearing up; she closed her eyes and nodded.

“Yes, but-“, she licked her lips and ran her hands through her hair, “Why? Why would you want a complicated person like me? You should hate me Alex!”

“I can’t”, Tig admitted and moved closer, cupping her face. He pressed his lips over hers in a gentle kiss, “Why did you come back?”, he whispered, lips just an inch away from Y/N’s.

“I came back for you”, she confessed in a whisper. Tig pulled back to look at her, “I’m tired of running, I wanna be happy again, but… I’m still afraid. This isn’t fair to you Alex”

“Let me decide that doll”, he smiled, tracing her low lip with his thumb, “You just have to stay and try again. We’re in this together”

“I want to”, Y/N caressed his cheek and smiled. Tig pecked her lips and grabbed her hand, pulling Y/N with him toward his bike.

“Come on doll”, he handed Y/N a helmet, “Let’s go for a ride”

“Where are you gonna take me?”, she smirked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Where do you wanna go?”, Tig hopped on his bike and looked over his shoulder to her.

“With you?”, Y/N wrapped her arms around him and rested her chin on his shoulder, “Anywhere”

The End

Turn Loose The Mermaids (Part 28)

AU belongs to Taulun

Here we go again guys. It isn’t oo much, I admit, but it is pretty flufy I’d say. But you’ll love the next one, I’m sure. Thanks to @miracujess for being my beta.

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Marinette remembered the first time she broke the surface of the water. The first time she got to breathe air. She was just a baby mermaid, only one year old and as curious as she had ever been. She had already been hiding away at night from her sisters because of the curious things her tail turned into. Back then, she didn’t know they were called legs, just that they belonged to humans and they were bad. Marinette had felt bad about that, of course. There was something wrong with her for having them, wasn’t there? Humans were bad and the lands above the sea were bad so she should stay away from them, right? Right. Not that Marinette had cared. She wanted to search, to discover, to know everything about anything. Her legs had been so much slower than her little tail, but her breathing was fine. Her sisters told her people with legs can’t breathe underwater, but she had no problem with it; she could breathe just fine. She wondered if it meant she couldn’t breathe above the surface — that’s what got her to check in the first place. She remembered perfectly how she felt when she reached the surface. It was amazing, feeling the sun on her skin without it filtering through the water. And when she took her first breath of air, Marinette felt like a little piece of her that was missing all along just came back to her.

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Black Rose [Part Thirteen] [M]


Pairings: Minseok x main protagonist(Iseul) x Luhan

Mafia AU

Ongoing series

Warning: Mature content such as; violence, mature language, abuse, smut, drug use, suicide etc.

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Black Rose. The most feared and infamous Mafia in Seoul, with a leader just as infamous and just as feared. The whole country has heard of her, yet no one has encountered her and lived long enough to tell the tale. She’s cold, undetectable, invisible even. It’s like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. Impossible. She walks over corpses to get what she wants and she wants revenge. All of her targets endure hell and eventually gruesome death. Her next target: Kim Minseok.

Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty-One | Part Twenty-TwoPart Twenty-Three | Part Twenty-Four | Part Twenty-Five | Part Twenty-Six | Part Twenty-Seven | Part Twenty-Eight | Part Twenty-Nine | Part Thirty | Part Thirty-One | Part Thirty-Two |  Part Thirty-Three(soon) | Part Thirty-Four(soon) | Part Thirty-Five *Final* (soon) | Epilogue 1(soon) | Epilogue 2(soon) | Epilogue 3(soon) | Epilogue 4(soon) | Epilogue 5(soon) | Epilogue *Bonus*(soon) |

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Word Count: 3,459

Part Thirteen: 

Luhan? Luhan, wake up.” Iseul whispered yelled, looking back behind her to check if the guards were returning, but it seemed as though they left and fell asleep drunk like every night. Luhan started shifting on the floor as he looked up seeing Iseul above him, smiling like she figured something out.

“I got a plan to get us out of here.” Iseul said triumphantly as Luhan widened his eyes and shook his head sitting up and wincing from the scattered bruises on his body. Last night was a rough one and Iseul noticed, frowning down at Luhan and helping him up. 

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Friends to Lovers Pt. 10

(A/N) I’m not dizzy anymore! Well, at least not enough to further keep me from posting something…
I really want to thank you for your sweet comments, they really lifted my spirits. The next update will be on friday as usual.
Enjoy this part, the next one will be about ‘Visiting day’ with an unexpected visitor…. Muahahaha!

Warnings: Alcohol, singing, feelings, swearing



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Originally posted by ladanvm

“Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.” I mumbled to myself, sitting on my bed, waiting for Xavier and Lucy to be done with showering.
The others, that had to leave, already did so. Without goodbyes or farewells.
Well, I didn’t really know anyone of them, so who cares. Okay, the others did, but that wasn’t my problem. Or so I thought.
Let me tell you something, dating another initiate is all easy peasy, but if one of them doesn’t manage to get through initiation, that’s when the lemons come.
Carry has been crying all evening and I could tell, there was a headache on the way. So I got an idea.
Eric and I once stole one or two bottles of liquor from my father. Yes. I received hits for that afterwards, but it helped forgetting everything for the moment.
As soon as Xavier got out of the shower, I told him my idea and he agreed grinning.
Together we ran to the stores, entering the one that had a liquor department.
“Okay, I have no idea what we should take.” Looking over at Xavier, I instantly knew that he knew exactly what would help best. He grinned at the bottles as if he just met a long-lost friend.
“Alright, I’ll leave you alone with the alc. I’ll see if I can get some cups. We meet in front of this store in five minutes.”
I ran down to the cafeteria, hoping that no one except the sweet old lady would be there. And once in my life, I was lucky. She stood there, still cleaning the plates from dinner.
“Uhm…excuse me?” I timidly walked into the kitchen looking around.
“What can I do for you sweetie?” She smiled at me drying her hand on the apron she was wearing.
“I somehow need eleven to twelve cups? And I thought, maybe I could borrow them from here?”
“Sure, just bring them back tomorrow, okay?” She took a tray and put twelve cups on it. “Thank you so much. I’ll bring them back!” I took the tray and ran out, hearing her laughing behind me.
I returned to the store area, seeing Xavier waiting but without any bottles.
“Where is the liquor?” I put the tray on the ground looking behind Xavier to see if he hid the liquor there. “They wouldn’t sell it to me.” He pouted, looking at the floor.
“That’s a problem, I know to solve. You take the cups to the dorm. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Without asking he nodded and walked away, tray in hand.
I began running again, thankful that Four took us on many runs.
At the infirmary I used the way I’ve once before walked, ending up in the leading quarters. Already knowing one which door I have to knock, I did.
“Okay, before you ask me what I’m doing here, let me say that I know that I hate you right now, but I need your help.” I explained everything to Eric and he couldn’t keep a small smirk of his lips.
He agreed helping me under the condition that he can ask me for a favour. Having no other possibility than agreeing he took me to the liquid store and bought me the stuff I needed.
“Thanks Eric, see you!”

I ran as fast as my feet would carry me to the dorms, bottles safely in my arms. As soon as I entered, Lucy and Xavier looked up and I showed them the bottles.
“Ready?” They nodded and Lucy started handing out the cups, while Xavier began playing on the guitar. I followed Lucy, pouring the liquor into the cups.

We could just go home right now
Or maybe we could stick around
For just one more drink
Oh yeah
Get another bottle out
Let’s shoot the breeze
Sit back down
For just one more drink
Oh yeah

Here’s to us
Here’s to love
All the times
That we messed up
Here’s to you
Fill the glass
Cause the last few days
Have gone too fast
So let’s give em hell
Wish everybody well
Here’s to us
Here’s to us

Stuck it out this far together
Put our dreams through the shredder
Let’s toast cause things got better
And everything could change like that
And all these years go by so fast
But nothing lasts forever

Here’s to us
Here’s to love
All the times
That we messed up
Here’s to you
Fill the glass
Cause the last few nights
Have gone to fast
If they give you hell
Tell em to forget themselves
Here’s to us
Here’s to us

Here’s to all that we kissed
And to all that we missed
To the biggest mistakes
That we just wouldn’t trade
To us breaking up
Without us breaking down
To whatever’s come our way

The other joined me singing, some of them apparently knew the lyrics, others didn’t and just followed my lead. Either way, the feeling was amazing!

Here’s to us, Here’s to us!
Here’s to us, Here’s to love
All the times
That we messed up
Here’s to you
Fill the glass
Cause the last few days
Have gone too fast
So let’s give em hell
Wish everybody


Here’s to us
Here’s to love
All the times
That we messed up
Here’s to you
Fill the glass
Cause the last few nights
Have gone too fast
If they give you hell
Tell em forget themselves
Here’s to us, Here’s to us
Oh here’s to us
Here’s to us, Here’s to us
Here’s to love
(Here’s to us) Wish everybody well
Here’s to us, Here’s to love
Here’s to us, Here’s to us

Everyone cheered and laughed, not a single tear flowed. We did it.

From my place on my bed I could see Eric standing by the stairs, observing us. Standing up, I filled a cup and walked over to him.
“Thank you. I mean it. I don’t really like you at the moment and you definitely deserve that, but I still need to thank you. So, yeah. If you want to, you can join your super cool initiates!”
“So you don’t hate me anymore?” He took the cup and sipped at the liquor.
“I never said that. But maybe, I owe you something and this is my way to say thanks.” I turned around and walked back to the others. Sitting down besides Xavier, I watched Eric making his way over to us. “What’s he doing here?” Xavier leaned his head down to whisper in my ear.
“He helped me get the liquor.” I laughed at his shocked expression. Well, to be honest I too, didn’t expect Eric to help me, but I’m glad he did.
He sat down on one of the beds and everything was quiet. “You don’t need to become all quiet just because of me.” His voice was stern, still in leader mode. I shot him a glance and he immediately got it. “I mean…I’m not here as a leader, so don’t worry, okay?” This time his voice was a little bit softer. Not exactly what I hoped for, but it was a beginning.
Soon, the happy atmosphere was back and everyone was smiling and laughing.
Xavier continued to play the guitar and I sang from time to time.
Way too soon, someone came down the stairs, staring at us with a shocked expression.
“What the hell happened here?” Four stood at the foot of the stairs, his eyes wide.
“Come on number boy! Don’t be so Abnegation and come here. Drink something!” Eric grinned at Four, clearly drunk.
“When did Eric have so much to drink?” I asked Xavier but he didn’t know the answer. “He drank one and a half bottle of whiskey alone!” Mia shout-whispered and I couldn’t supress a chuckle.
In the meantime, Eric was wobbling towards Four, a cup full of liquor in his hand. “You are drunk Eric. Go to your apartment. And you! Tomorrow is visiting day, if any of you show one single sign of a hangover, I’ll throw you down the chasm.” He took Eric’s arm and dragged him out the dorm.
“Okay, as much as I hate to admit it, Four is right! Let’s go to sleep. We’re keeping the liquor for another time! Please wash the cups, so I can bring them back tomorrow!” I stood up and instructed the others. Surprisingly they did what I told them, and soon I had all the cups back on the tray.

After a few more minutes almost everyone was sound asleep. Xavier and I quietly talked about this and that and soon fell asleep too, in high hopes for tomorrow. After all, the day way free. But I didn’t expect what was waiting for me.


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~Humans // Pt. 2~ (Lams)

A/N: Hello hello hello!! This was not as good as i planned it to be hAH! anyway, enjoy this mess!

T/W: i don’t even remember what i wrote i think it’s kind of kinky maybe a lil murder-y you decide, poorly written but not as bad as it could be

John hacked the disgusting water back into the ocean, leaning over the side of the boat to immerse his gills in the saltwater. The feeling was awful – tainting his mouth with the harsh oxygen. He almost smiled at the feeling of the water.

Hamilton spluttered, water gurgling from his mouth as he coughed his lungs up. Bile rose in his throat, and he leaned over the side to spill his lunch into the ocean gracelessly. The boy heaved until nothing but water came up, coughing through his lurches and trying not to cry at the burn.

Eventually, it all stopped, and he slumped back into his seat against the bow of the boat, utterly exhausted, and threw his head back over the edge, breathing heavily.

“Fucking hell…” Was all that was muttered from his perfect lips, his eyes screwing shut as he panted. “I… I…” He gave a grunt as he went to sit up, but fell back down with a whimper.

“Lie still.” John hissed.

The man jumped, suddenly wide-awake, and stared at the creature in front of him, clutching his chest as though it burned. His eyes went wide, and he opened his mouth to say something, only to let out a sputtering cough.

“I said lie still,” John growled again. The man wilted back again, wheezing.

“Wh- Who-”

“The name’s John.”

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Series: Who Will Save You Now?
Fandom: Peaky Blinders
Pairing: Reader x Michael Gray / Reader x Peaky Blinders
Word Count: 1608
Dedicated to: @peakyblinders1919. This author with their imagines and oneshots has inspired me to write my own story featuring Peaky Blinders. Also dedicated to the people who adore this show as much as I do.

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Chapter 2

Everything around you had stopped. You couldn’t force yourself to get out of bed. Your friend Paula had visited you, but since you didn’t reply to her there wasn’t much she could say or do to ease your situation. Your father hadn’t come into your room not once. Instead, if he had something to say to you he sent the message through Lucas who was the only one you saw past these two days. He didn’t say much, only passing on what your father wanted for you to know. He tried to reassure you that everything was going to be fine, but you couldn’t force yourself to believe that. You couldn’t believe that your father was selling you to the Shelby’s.

“Tell me he’s lying. Please.” You pleaded as you looked at your father who couldn’t dare to look into your eyes. When he did the expression on his face said everything - Thomas wasn’t lying. You felt your eyes tearing up, but you forced yourself to hold them back. You weren’t going to start crying in front of the Shelby’s, not now or ever.

“Welcome to the family, Y/N.” Thomas said before standing up from his seat as he grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the table and leaving the room. John, Arthur and Michael sat still for a second before they too stood up, Arthur sending you an apologetic look before they all left the room, leaving you and your father alone.

“I can’t believe you would do this to me.” You spoke up after a while, a tear rolling down your cheek. You directed your look at him as you tried to read his expression. He looked cold as ice, just like he wouldn’t even care what happened to you.

“I knew you hated me, but I wouldn’t believe you would sell me like a horse to the highest bidder.” You said angrily before storming out of the room, tears dropping down onto your cheeks.

You had heard Thomas Shelby visit your father the day before. You wouldn’t even bother to ask Lucas what he wanted, because you simply knew - he was there to discuss the matters of you marrying someone from his family. You would become your father’s spy all along, just like he wanted you to before you refused.

You were more than sure that your uncle was more than happy. He had visited you in the morning, telling you that whatever happened you would still be part of the family. But he couldn’t hide the smirk on his face which he thought you wouldn’t notice. You out of the picture made him think that he would gain the power all to himself.

The more you started thinking about it the more you realized you couldn’t let this happen. You were still a Pierce, daughter of Raimond Pierce and if there was one person who would lead the Pierce gang it was you, not Andre Pierce. That was the thing that made you realize that moping in your room would not help ease the pain you felt due to your father’s pain. You would show him that you were his daughter, just as tough and capable as he.

“She still hasn’t come out of her room?” You heard your father ask Lucas as the two of them walked into Raimond’s cabinet. As you exited your room you pulled your coat onto your dress as you tried as quickly as possible to sneak past the cabinet door. You hoped that they would stay in it as long as you walked out of the house. Talking with your father was the last thing you wanted to do.

As soon as you exited the main door of your house you bumped into your uncle, making you drop your purse. You quickly tried to grab it, but Andre had managed to beat you to it as he grabbed it instead, handing it back to you.

“Where are you going?” He questioned, standing in front of you so that you couldn’t move. You stared at him, seeing him smile. You knew he was power hungry, you just hadn’t realized before how hungry for power he really was.

“None of your concern. Now move.” You replied, a little too harshly than you intended. He raised his hands before moving to the side so that you could move past him. When you did he suddenly grabbed your arm, making you turn back at him.

“Don’t you ever talk to me like that. Ever.” He simply said before you pulled your arm from his grip, sending him a glare before walking away from the house.

At first you didn’t have a destination. Then you decided to visit Paula. Realizing that it was not a good idea you found yourself walking towards the Garrison, the one place you actually wanted to stay away from. Due to your desperate need of a drink you decided to hit a pub, choosing The Garrison out of all of the pubs in Birmingham. You remembered Arthur’s invitation, and today seemed to be like an excellent day to take up his offer. You just hoped that he would be there without any of his family members, even though deep down you knew that the chance was slim to none.

When you walked into the pub you were greeted by drunken men along with drunken women, some of them singing, some of the kissing. At one corner of the pub a couple of men were arguing with each other, looking like they were about to start fighting at any second. You stopped in your tracks, your eyes wandering around the place. As soon as you spotted the bar you decided to go there and ask the barmen whether he knew anything about the Shelby’s.

As you started walking you heard a group of people whisper your name, pointing at you before continuing drinking. Your guess was that they knew who you were and perhaps were surprised to see you there. Or they knew that you were going to marry one of the Shelby’s and were discussing your unfortunate destiny.

When you reached the bar you were approached by the barmen who was more than surprised to see you in a place like The Garrison. You were dressed nicely which was the number one indication that you were richer than most of the folk in the pub. 

“What can I get you?” He asked, looking you up and down. You sat on the stool, your eyes wandering around the place as you hoped to gain a sight of Arthur Shelby.

“Where can I find Arthur Shelby?” You asked, looking at him. Upon hearing the name the barmen froze as he walked away from you, not bothering to say anything. You let out a huff as you watched him go to serve other customers.

“Oi!” You yelled, raising your hand as a sign for him to come and serve you. He let out a sigh as he stepped back towards you, nearing closer to you as he looked nervously around the place.

“Look, everyone in here is scared of the Shelby’s. We don’t want no trouble with them.” He explained as you rolled your eyes at him. Of course they were afraid of them, who wasn’t?

“Do you want any trouble with Raimond Pierce? Because that’s what you’re going to get if you don’t tell me where I’m gonna find Arthur bloody Shelby.” You whispered back to him, seeing his eyes widen as he stumble backwards, almost hitting the shelf on which all of the alcohol was placed. Without even glancing at you he walked away as you turned around, grabbing your purse from the counter as you were ready to leave the place, understanding that you were not about to find him.

You raised you head, seeing John Shelby stand in front of you with a smirk on his face. Suddenly Arthur Shelby appeared from behind him and upon seeing you he stumbled over to you, barely able to stand. If it weren’t for you catching him he would have ended up on the floor, but luckily you had managed to wrap your arms around his shoulder before he did so. You looked over to John with your eyebrow raised, hoping that he would take Arthur away from you or at least would help you support him so that he wouldn’t end up on the floor.

“Why you here, Y/N?” Arthur managed to ask, looking over to you.

“I desperately needed that glass of American whiskey.” You mumbled, looking over to him. He smiled at your response before standing up suddenly. You looked at him with a confused look as your arms left his shoulders.

“It’s a good thing that Tommy ordered another box of it then.” A woman’s voice spoke from next to John. You saw a brunette older looking woman stand next to John with Thomas and Michael next to her. You figured that the woman was Polly Shelby. Your father had told you about her, telling you that she was the one who led the Peaky Blinders when the boys were away in France.

“Come. We have a lot to discuss, don’t we?” She said with venom in her voice as she walked towards a room that was opened for her immediately. The boys followed her close by as you stood still, confusion written onto your face.

You simply wanted a glass of whiskey, not some gathering of a family you weren’t even a part of. With a deep sigh you grabbed your purse as you walked into the room, closing the door after you.

anonymous asked:

Sole is slowly losing their voice and after a while, they become mute. Can you also add Maxson (if you want tho)

Well, it’s about five minutes to 9:00 which means I will be making that 12 hour deadline I set for myself by five minutes. Yay for procrastination!

So this one’s been sitting in my inbox for a while, and I loved it, so here we go! I did the reaction a little different this time. Everything is in first person relative to the companions, and all romancable (by my standard) companions automatically have romanced reactions. Not sure how much I like it, so I’ll probably go back to the old format. But hey, where’s the fun in sticking to a formula all the time?

I’ll add Maxson later for you anon! I just didn’t have the time to do it in one sitting.

Curie: “Oh Sole, I am so sorry. I wish there was more I could do, but I am afraid zhat I- I cannot- I- I,” Ergh, I cannot even finish my sentence! Stupid, stupid tears! And my hands cannot wipe them away fast enough. They just keep coming. I wish I couldn’t cry; It’s Sole who should be upset! Out  of everyone in zhe whole Commonwealth it should not have to be Sole who loses their voice.

Oh, now look, Sole is hugging me.

“Thank you Sole, but it should be me that is comforting you, no?” I feel their chin rub back and forth against zhe top of my scalp; they’re shaking their head no. I start smiling as I cry into their chest. Is zhis supposed to happen, do humans sometimes smile when zhey cry?

Sole pats me on the back while placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head, and I know just what zhey are saying, even without the words.

It’s okay Curie. It’s not your fault. You can’t fix everyone, and I still love you, no matter what.

“Thank you Sole. I love you too.”

Deacon: After all they’ve done for the Railroad, for me, only to find out that their son is the Father of the whole damn Institute. And then to kill them too? That’s gotta be harsh. In fact, I know it is. They… they haven’t talked to me… to anybody really, for days. It started with short, sweet answers, “yes,” “no,” etcetera, and Sole would only speak when spoken to. Then they stopped verbalizing altogether, and their responses were short, almost undetectable nods. And they haven’t even smiled in, what…


They’re sitting on their bed when I walk in, facing the wall, knees drawn in. Wow, those dark circles look rough. Have they even slept since the big bang? Wait, what? I’m uh, not… moving anymore, and I can’t seem to to get my legs working. C’mon Deacon, let’s go.

I give up on walking to watch them for a while instead, and I know they know I’m here. But then I’m there, holding them. Why are all my muscles quivering?

“Sole, I miss you. I understand, but I miss you. Come on back now, yeah? How about it pal? I can’t talk all the time you know, as unconvincing as that sounds.” So much for playing it cool. My voice is warbling in my throat, and I’m pretty sure those are Sole’s tears soaking through my t-shirt. I lean out of the hug to press my forehead against theirs. “I love you Sole, and I’ll wait for you, but please, please hurry.” And then I kiss them. What else can I do?

Cait: Oh shite, oh shite, this is serious! I just feel like- Augh! Ack! Ergh, it sounds like a knuckle cracked! Damn wall. Oh shite, Sole. I just…

Maybe Curie’s wrong. Maybe it isn’t actually permanent, but… it is some sort of miracle that kept Sole alive after that dog chewed their throat out. It’s been months though and Sole still isn’t able ta talk to me at all through those disgustin’ red welts across their neck. If I had just been payin’ more attention, I could’ve s-stopped it. I’m just- I’m just…

I’m just so scared of forgettin’ their voice. I already have hard time rememberin’ the way they used to say “I love you.” Oh… Oh no…

I bury my head in me hands and press down, hard. As long as I’m pressing against my eyes the tears won’t come out; Sole doesn’t need this right now. You’re always talkin’ yerself up Cait! C’mon and get together!

Here they come outta Curie’s little infirmary. The scars don’t look any better, and Curie seems like she’s about to spill some tears: Sole does too. I run up and grab them by the shoulders, starin’ straight into their eyes before crushin’ ‘em to me chest. If I can’t hear them anymore, I’ll make up for it by holding them as tight as I can.

“Oh Sole. Everythin’s gonna be just fine. I promise.”

Nick: “Oh darlin’, I’m so sorry.” I hold Sole’s face in my good hand, wiping away the tears from their cheek with my thumb. Today was the first day since the accident that Curie made them try to speak, but when Sole opened their mouth… there was nothing. Nothing at all. I wish I could forget the look of absolute despair on Sole’s face. I wish they could forget about it too.

They’re still weeping, silently, into my palm, but now they’ve stopped to look up at me. Rapidly blinking the tears away, they start motioning with their hands in a zig-zagging fashion.

“Ah, you wanna notepad kid?”

They nod silently, and I notice their trembling lips.

“Here ya go sweetheart.” I hand them the paper notepad and a pencil to write with. They furiously scribble a message down. When they hand it to me I notice the smudge puddles from where Sole’s tears had dripped onto the paper.

I miss singing with you .It read.

“C’mere.” I tell them, and they collapse into my chest. I wrap my jacket around them, holding them, and hum one of their favorite tunes. Maybe we can’t sing together anymore, but don’t worry Sole, I love you, and I’ll sing enough for the both of us.

Danse: “He was a good hound soldier.” The comment doesn’t really seem to affect Sole. This is the fourth month they’ve come to visit Dogmeat’s grave, and they haven’t spoken a word since the burial. I ran a hand through my hair; I’m not entirely sure how to deal with the situation. It would be best to just talk it out, but Sole insists on bottling everything in, and that’s not healthy. Believe me, I’ve seen plenty of fresh-faced squires do the same thing.

“You’ll have to talk to someone about it sooner or later Sole. Why not just go ahead and talk to me, please. “I implore them to give up their vow of silence, but they just stare at me vacantly.

But now they’re leaning their face into my chest. I sigh, but don’t hesitate to put my arms around them.

“I understand Sole. Really, I do. I just don’t want you to tear yourself apart on the inside for too long because… I’m afraid it won’t be the old Sole that comes back, the Sole I fell in love with.”

I feel them nod into my shirt, and then I kiss their hair because I know they love that, and because I want them to know that I love them, no matter what.

X6-88: “Sir/ma’am, I understand your distress, but this has gone on for months. Don’t you think it’s time to start talking again?” I’m sitting across from Sole, watching them through my sunglasses. They’re looking at me too, but I’m convinced that, for the most part, they aren’t present. Sole consistently refuses to tell me why they’re doing this, and I’ve given up on trying to figure it out. I’ve just had to accept the fact that they’re grieving.

When did their hands move to my face? Fingers wrap around my glasses, and I let Sole slide the shades off of my nose. Now there’s nothing between us; I feel exposed. Maybe that’s why I say what I do,

“I miss you. It’s time to come back.”

They nod slowly, agreeing, even though no words come out of their mouth. I’m not usually the affectionate type, but I feel like it needs to be done. I take their hands and hold them. They look both relieved and confused, then mutter out a small, “Okay.”

Am I… smiling?

MacCready: Irreparable damage.

That’s what Curie’s report said anyway. I mean wh- what hell! Can’t she at least try! Ugh! I pull at my hair and use the pain to try and distract myself. I can hear choked breathing coming from the other room; Sole is crying. I’m pacing and feel absolutely useless! I have to bite my fist to keep from sending everything on the dining room table right through the window.

Finally everything boiled over inside me, so I marched straight into Sole’s bedroom and picked them up from the bed, just loving the feeling of holding them in my arms. I press my face into their shoulder as hard as I can stand, and I let them sob into mine.

“I love you Sole. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry this happened, and I wish I could do something to help. Oh my g- Sole. It-It’s gonna be okay. I promise. I promise.”

I pull back, grab their face, and kiss them hard, harder than I ever have before. I’m going to convince them everything will be alright, and then I’m going to make it that way. For Sole.

Hancock: “C-c’mon Sole, you’re killin’ me here. Just talk to me.” I pleaded. Hell, I’ve even begged. I understand Sole is grieving, but it’s been so long, and all I want is to hear their voice. Maybe it’s selfish, but, damn, I’d sell out Goodneighbor to hear them laugh again.

They’re giving me a hurt look, and now I feel awful, watching their eyes spill over with tears. Their mouth gapes open for a few seconds, but no words come out. I understand perfectly though; they’re trying to apologize: typical Sole.

“I’m sorry sunshine. Forget what I said okay, no need to apologize. You’re hurt, so take your time healing. Hey now, don’t cry sweetheart! Come here.”

I pull them into a hug because I know it comforts them. Not to brag or anything, but they even told me once that it makes them feel safe when I hold them, and I think feeling safe is what they need now more than anything. I’ll be sure to provide it for them in spades.

Piper: “Oh Blue, oh blue I’m so sorry.” I can’t believe it. Never hearing Blue talk again, ever. They don’t deserve something like this. All they’ve ever done for the Commonwealth is make it an easier place to live in, and how does it repay them? It takes their voice. Typical. Too bad no one, not even a great reporter like myself, can bring the cosmic forces of karma to justice.

“Well, at least if you had to be paired with someone, it’s the only person in the Commonwealth that can make up both sides of a conversation. Heh.” Sole gives me a half-hearted smile. “See! That’s the spirit! Glad to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor Sole.”

All joking aside, I am really proud of Sole and their un-crushable spirit, so I smile too, and lean forward to give Sole a quick kiss. “Love you Sole.”

Preston: Ever since Curie broke the news to Sole, I’ve been sitting here with them all day. They’re taking it really hard, and if I’m being honest… I am too. I loved hearing Sole wake me up in the morning with an “I love you,” and the way they laughed when Dogmeat played with the kids, and to know that I’ll never hear those things again…

No, I can’t think about that. Sole needs me now.

“You know I love you, right Sole? You’re gonna make it through this. You’re such a strong person, to make it out of the Vault, to lead the Minutemen. You’ll make it.” I squeezed them a bit harder to my side, reassuring them.

I feel their fingers lace together with mine, and I look over to kiss Sole on the lips. I intended for a sweet, simple kiss to comfort them, but Sole lingers, and I am more than happy to stay there with them. Whatever they need, I’m here, and I let them know that every day.

Dogmeat: Master hasn’t talked to me in a while, which is strange. They always tell me they love me when they pat my tummy, in that funny, squeaky voice. Now they just smile when they pet me, although sometimes they cry too. I can tell that something is wrong; dogs are good at that kind of thing, didn’tcha know? I don’t know what’s hurt my human so much, but I make sure to give them extra kisses and extra cuddles now. I think they need it, and I hope that they understand just how much I love them, even if they don’t say they love me back.

Codsworth: I know it doesn’t help much, but caretaking is what I was programmed to do. Today I’ve flitted to and fro about Sole after hearing the news about their… injury. In hindsight, perhaps keeping them home today to recuperate was not the best choice. All they’ve done is stew in their misery, and who can blame them?

“Sir/mum, I’m so sorry. I-I shouldn’t have kept you here today. Perhaps a day full of distractions was just what the doctor ordered.”

Sole looks at me with pity, hah! Me, pity! I should be giving them pity. How mysteriously this world does work.

“Don’t look so down sir/mum. Come on! I bet the local pub already has a drink poured for you!”

Ah, there’s that smile! I guess after 200 years I still haven’t lost my touch, and what better way to use it than to brighten up Sole’s day.

Strong: “Strong not understand why human stop talking. Seem stupid to Strong. How we communicate in battle when you no talk?”

Human gives me a funny look, not one Strong usually see on them.  Whatever. If human want to be quiet then Strong not care. Human tough enough without voice, can scare enemy with just looks.