lift walk

I am pressed so hard against the earth by the weight of reality that some days I wonder how I am still able to lift my feet to walk.
—  Katja Millay, The Sea of Tranquility
Can we like, not knock on other peoples' favorite form of exercise?

Like, you love to run miles on end? Frickin’ rad! You hate cardio and only lift? Badass! You do yoga? Cool! You only do calisthenics?! Awesome! You only walk laps around Target to get your steps in? GO YOU! You’re being active the way that you can, or makes you happy. And if you’re doing something you hate, you probably won’t do it long enough to get the results you want. So just enjoy falling in love with being active and don’t worry about what will burn the most calories or what people are telling you you SHOULD be doing.

Things That Murdoc Has Canonically Done:
  • Sees a giant moose, first thought is to launch rockets at it
  • Tried to seduce an MTV camera crew while they were still recording
  • Took his clothes off and tried to have an orgy in the middle of a show
  • Decided to build a robot version of their guitarist instead of finding another one
  • Got drunk at a show and mistook 2-D for a groupie
  • Uses a (very slow) stair lift instead of just walking down the steps
  • Built a mansion on a pile of floating trash
  • Dressed as a nazi, and was completely unaware it might be offensive
  • When Bruce Willis was driving alongside them, getting ready to shoot at them, his solution was to roll up the window
  • While making a music video, decided to just randomly start doing pelvic thrusts
  • Believes the best way to kill an eel is to ‘MELT ITS FACE!’

Russel Noodle 2-D

(feel free to add more)

Believer - Bughead Fic

[A/N: The aftermath of that scene, smuttiness because we all needed it, this is only my second Bughead fic so I’m still finding their voices a little so please bear with me! The song used below is the song from that very scene, it only seemed right. Only briefly proof-read but I will probably go back sometime later tonight and fix any errors I’ve missed, hopefully not too many but I did make the decision to swap tenses halfway through writing this.]

I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulking to the masses
Writing my poems for the few
That looked at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heartache from the pain
Take up my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the…

-Imagine Dragons - Believer

The worn leather nestles itself warmly against his neck, fingertips grazing against the frayed polyester cuffs and the smell of faded cigarettes and liquor envelope the air around him.

‘Juggie-’ Her voice wavers with uncertainty, the small smile that had crept its way into the corners of his mouth falls in an instant. 


Sorry kid, I didn’t realise you had a lady-friend over.’ The broad Serpent chuckles throatily. 

‘Uh, Betty-’ he offers lamely with an outstretched arm to the door, ‘my girlfriend.’

The Serpents in unison stretch to peer around the door, meekly Betty remains hidden, her slender fingers with periwinkle polish grasping firmly at the edge of the door with knuckles turning white.

‘My-my,’ smirks the leader of the pack, ‘don’t you just paint a familiar picture.’

Betty steps back cautiously as the larger man strains to get a better look, instinctively Jughead’s arm raises against the door-frame offering the bearded man a stern look. Taking a step back he rocks on the heels of his feet, his own hands raised in surrender and a curious gaze playing on his features.

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“Blue Flames” - One Shot

Please do not post this anywhere else without my permission. 

Rating: M (Smut) 


You hated going to these functions for Harry sometimes because you didn’t really know how to talk to the rich and famous, much less make a good impression and talk up your boyfriend to these said rich people who were going to make Harry more of a star than he already is. It was much easier earlier on in the relationship to attend to things like this because you knew of three other guys who would be there as a crutch if Harry was off in a serious conversation with a producer or someone who could help him go solo.

           Tonight was so much more different, as Harry was auditioning to land a major movie role and he was extremely excited, but extremely nervous about not getting the part. Knowing that you are HIS crutch made your heart swell a little more, but knowing that you would have to talk to a room full of completely different people, even a completely different scene with no one to fall back on was starting to make the nerves in your stomach race so hard that you felt nauseous. But nevertheless you put on your black dress that fell to the floor in your giant closet that the two of you shared when Harry asked you to move in to his house in LA.

           “Babe?” You heard Harry somewhere in the bedroom, his voice darting a bit forward at the last letter of the word, knowing that he was rounding the corner to the closet. He stood in the doorframe looking down at his hands that were holding two different necklaces, both long; one was gold and the other silver, both holding pendants at the very bottom. The silver pendant adorned his plain silver but slightly larger cross, and the gold chain held one small coin pendant at the bottom and the other chain above it was a small gold cross.

           Harry stuck out his hands that his somewhat more inexpensive pieces dangled from, raising both eyebrows at you. You squinted and your eyes raked over his long and lean torso, a black silk button down (which was almost all the way un-buttoned) was carefully and neatly tucked into the long black and white pinstripe pants over his black and so shiny you could see yourself in them boots. You licked your lips just slightly at the sheer sight of him, and his tongue grazed the inside of his cheek as he rolled his eyes.

           “Don’ have time for that, love,” he grinned his little smirk that made his dimple flash, and you wondered how you weren’t jumping on him right then and there.

           “Shutup. Not like you don’t do it to me,” you crossed your arms and glared at him, shifting all your weight to one hip. He immediately saw your body change and his eyes flew down to your chest that was pushed up by your arms just enough. You rolled your eyes this time, and poked two fingers hard into his shoulder.

           “This one,” you pointed to the silver cross and helped him get it over his head quickly, as he has seemed to freeze momentarily.

           “Thanks. Kiss,” his lips puckered out and you looked at him for a moment and paused, his lips starting to turn into a frown when you leaned forward quickly and pecked at them, his smile was triumphant.

           “You ready, love?” He asked, shrugging on his very tailored black velour jacket that fell at his hips, nudging his long hair from in-between his shirt and the jacket to fall out easily, adjusting the collar and his hair, again.

           “Mmm, just let me get my coat,” you said to him and turned to the white pea-coat hanging on the rack that you hung carefully as if not to spill or even breathe on it before his big night. Just then the moment hit you hard, you knew that it was extra important and wondered how you even agreed to this. It might have been the way Harry was standing in the doorframe looking hot as hell, or it might have been the way he ate you out as a plea and a bribe so feverishly just last night that you thought you went to actual heaven because of all the white and the stars (twice); either way, you were nervous and he was, too.

           “Harry,” you said just barely audible, tears prickling at your eyes.

Harry turned to face you and saw your body frame slumped, almost eaten by the pea coat around your arms and your lips were pouting as to say please, don’t make me do this. He strode over to you and in one simple step of his long legs and he was holding you tightly by the waist with one strong arm, the other swiping his padded thumb over your cheek. You felt his breath linger over your forehead as he kissed the temple, and then dipped his eyes to look at you, searching your face momentarily.

“I won’ leave your side, promise,” he grabbed your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours and tugged slightly, his eyes never left yours as you gave up in defeat and nodded, following him out of the house.  

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Workout Log 6-28-17

It’s almost July? No–time…stop

Woo! Busy morning. Decided on taking the walk home today since the next two days are going to be a little yucky up here in the Metro. Stopped by the grocery and grabbed some avocados, because I cannot be stopped. I’ll probably make some chocolate avocado mousse with those because wave two of PMS is coming. Yes, it comes in phases for me. Anyone else?

Well. That’s completely aside from the point. I did biceps and triceps today! It always feels so good to do arms.

Treadmill Warmup
Dumbbell Bicep Curls: 3 x 12 w/ 15 lb dumbbells
Hammer Curls: 3 x 12 w/ 15 lb dumbbells
Supine Bicep Curls: 3 x 12 w/ 10 lb dumbbells
Triceps Extension: 3 x 12 w/ 20 lb dumbbell
Triceps Bench Press: 3 x 12 w/ 12.5 lb dumbbells
Triceps Press: 3 x 12 at 60 lbs
Cable Push Down: 3 x 12 at 35 lbs
Push Ups: 35
Triceps Dips: 3 x 12

Playlist Picks: Show Yourself by Mastodon and Torture Me by Red Hot Chili Peppers. On the way walking home I listened to Blue Öyster Cult‘s Agent of Fortune. Great, great album.

I sincerely think that 180 HR was my Fitbit freaking out because I’ve never gotten that high and I was seriously only running 5.0 mph at the time. It’s usually more accurate than that, but then sweat happens.

Time for breakfast phase one. Breakfast phase two will come after I get my day a bit more started. 


Ushijima: …Shouyou, are you free tomorrow?
Hinata: yes, why?
Ushijima: *lifts Hinata and walks straight towards the bedroom without saying a word*
Hinata: Eh?

Ushijima discovered that Hinata has this habit of wearing his volley jacket when he feels lonely.

For this week’s @ushihinaprompts : Habit.

s-is-for-stiles  asked:

For the prompt thing, one of my favorite tropes is Sterek forced bed sharing. If you feel inclined. ;) Thanks! Love your stuff. <3

thanks to carrie for the mix up earlier this week, which reminded me about this prompt. it’s…not really about beds, whoops. and i went over the word limit again (1246 words)

Stiles has never seen snow this heavy. In fact, before an hour ago, he’d barely seen snow at all; being so close to the coast, a winter wonderland Beacon Hills is not. If he’d been expecting it - if he was inside and warm, watching the snow fall through a window - he might be enjoying it, but an hour ago - was it only an hour? Maybe it’s been longer; he can’t tell, can’t unbend his fingers to find his phone - it was ninety degrees and sunny, and he’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and the snow’s already up to his shins. He’s never been so cold in his life; he’s already lost feeling in his feet and he’s not sure which is worse - not being able to feel his feet, or the wet way his jeans cling to his legs, burning colder and colder with every step.

Derek’s there. They got separated from the rest of the pack when the storm descended, and the only reason he hasn’t lost Derek in the driving snow is because he’s got his fingers curled through the loops of Derek’s belt as they trudge through the woods. He can’t feel his fingers, or his arms in general, and he can barely lift his head against the wind. He can hear Derek breathing heavily over the wail of the wind; it’s a surprise to Stiles how hard it is to walk through the snow, and that’s with Derek in front of him, forging the path. He’s not sure where they’re going, not sure Derek knows either - to find the edge of the storm, or the road, or shelter, whichever comes first. He’s scared they’re lost - that they’re heading away from the road, that this magical storm won’t end. He’s heard you get warm when you die of hypothermia, and that’s the only reason he welcomes the sting of snow against his cheeks, but he’s getting tired, and he’s terrified of what’s going to happen when he’s too exhausted to keep lifting his frozen feet.

Derek stops so abruptly that Stiles, too tired to lift his head, walks into his back. Derek doesn’t even snap at him: not a great sign. Any other time, being so close to Derek might have made him hot all over, and he certainly would have welcomed that heat right now, but all he can think about is the refrain that keeps repeating in his head: I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die.

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Avengers Preference ➣ Secret Relationship

Request: Could you do an avengers preference for having a secret relationship and how everyone finds out?? I’d love you forever! -Anonymous

A/N: This is the first time I’ve ever done preferences, so I hope everyone likes them! You weren’t specific about who you wanted involved but if you’d like me to add anyone let me know! I’d love to get some more requests :)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters I write about nor do I own the gif(s) below. If you would like it removed/given credit please message me & I will do just that! Also this contains cursing so be prepared for that.

Bruce Banner-

You were sitting on a table in the lab, watching Bruce and Tony work on one of their newest projects. They had been bickering about the best way to approach the enhancements all day and you couldn’t help but smirk anytime Bruce one upped the other man. You also didn’t miss the proud grins he would flash in your direction when Tony focused back on the machinery. You picked up the book you had brought with you and decided to read while the two worked, quickly getting invested in the story. You had barely heard when Tony called it quits and left the lab with a quick goodnight. A pair of hands pluck the book from your grasp and placed it next to you on the table before softly spreading your legs so Bruce could stand between them and place hands on your waist. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and you couldn’t help but smile at him. 

“And I thought he’d never leave.” You teased, brushing your nose against his which earned you a soft chuckle. The two of you had been keeping your relationship a secret for about two months, and you were both very careful to keep it going. 

Bruce reached between the two of you and removed his glasses, placing them atop your book and leaning in to place a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Neither did I.” He mumbled right before you turned your head and caught his lips with yours. His hands tightened on your waist ever so slightly as he returned your kiss, tilting his head so he was able to deepen it.

Your hands began to tangle in his hair, giving it a slight tug which earned a groan from him. You didn’t think the two of you could get any closer than you were in that moment. Feeling his tongue brush against your bottom lip you eagerly opened your mouth for him, loving the feeling of having him so close-

“Holy shit!” A voice echoed through the lab, causing the two of you to quickly break apart. Tony stood in the doorway, eyes wide as he glanced between you both. You tried your best to catch your breath, noticing Bruce doing the same as everyone waited for someone to speak. 

“Tony,” Bruce spoke up first. “I thought you went to bed.”

The man snorted at the comment, walking towards the table they were working on earlier. “Forgot my phone.” He said, picking the device up and wiggling it at you both. “Now I’m going to pretend I didn’t see any of this because quite frankly it’s too much to deal with at-” he glanced at his watch, “2 in the morning.” With that he stuffed his phone in his pocket and exited the lab for the second time.

Bucky Barnes-

Your back hit the mat with a loud smack, causing you to let out a groan in the process. It was late in the afternoon and you had been practicing with Natasha for the past hour. To your surprise you had been keeping up with her until you heard Bucky, Steve, and Sam walk into the training room. “You got distracted.” Nat commented, reaching a hand out to help you up. You gladly took it and jumped to your feet. 

“I know, I blame them.” You quipped, nodding your head towards the where the boys were now standing.

Bucky was the first to speak up, “it’s not our fault you can’t keep up with Nat.” A smirk was planted on his lips and you had to fight the urge close the space between the two of you. Before you got the chance to reply Steve brought up the idea of sparring, which everyone agreed to.

The five of you went back and forth between each other, Bucky making remarks every time you set foot on a mat with someone. You knew why he was doing it, he had to keep up appearances and he always tried to get under your skin before the two of you became more than just teammates, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating. 

“Since you’ve got so much to say about her skills, you get in there with her.” Sam said after you and Steve finished. Before he got the chance to shrug it off he was being pushed in front of you by Natasha.

A slight smile graced his lips as he gave you a once over, but it quickly dropped from his face when he glanced over at the rest of the group. You both got into position and began sparring. It was clear that he was going easy on you the entire time. It wasn’t until about five minutes in that things began to get rough, you were too quick for him and he was too strong for you. The both of you were drenched in sweat as was the mat, which is why when you went to dodge the swing of his metal arm, your leg slipped in the wrong direction causing your face to meet his elbow.

The second after you made contact you hit the mat, blood instantly oozing from your mouth as you tried to understand what had happened. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You could clearly make out Bucky’s voice, blinking a few times you could also make out his face hovering about yours. “Y/N, Doll, I’m so sorry.” He grumbled, cupping your face in his hands. 

“I’m okay.” You grumbled, wiping the blood from your mouth with the back of your sleep before reaching up to touch his face. “Honestly, I’m fine.” 

Just as he was about to reply he was cut off by Steve, “huh if I didn’t know any better I’d say you two were in love.” There was a sound of thud, which you knew was Natasha hitting him. “What- ohhh.” He said, causing both you and Bucky to laugh.

Tony Stark-

Music was echoing throughout Stark Tower as you danced around the kitchen with multiple ingredients in your hands. The Avengers had left early that morning for a mission located somewhere you had already forgotten the location of, which meant you were alone in the building, with the exception of F.R.I.D.A.Y. of course. The only way you could keep yourself for worrying was to listen to music while cooking dinner, with the mission tonight involving the entire team you needed to be extra distracted.

You hadn’t even heard the door open as a very grumpy and exhausted billionaire made his way into the loft half of his building. Even in the state he was in Tony couldn’t help but smile as he watched you dance around the kitchen. “Honey, I’m home.” He announced in an over dramatic voice, causing you to drop the plate in your hands to the ground. 

“Crap, Tony.” You whispered trying your best to step over the broken glass and hissing when a sharp piece came in contact with your foot. The second he heard you express pain he was walking across the glass, his shoes crunching it as he lifted you up and walked towards the couch, sitting you down softly. “I’m fine.” You said, flashing him a smile, but he had already went to get the first aid kit. 

Once he came back he picked up your foot and placed it on the coffee table before he started patching you up. “How was the mission?” You asked, leaning on your elbows so you could be closer to him. 

“Fine.” He said with a shrug, “the rest of the team stayed to help S.H.I.E.L.D. sort things out.” He placed a band-aid over your wound before standing up and taking a seat beside you on the couch. “I just wanted to get home in time to see you.”

You had to fight the urge to smile as you curled into his side. The two of you had decided it was best to keep your relationship a secret from everyone, Tony didn’t want to drag you into the chaos and you didn’t want to be interrogated by Fury since the first thing he had said before putting you on Avengers duty was to be professional.

His arm wrapped around your shoulders and he leaned back to get a better look at your face, “don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re an awful cook.” The second the words left his lips you opened your mouth to protest, but he quickly cut you off with a kiss. You melted into his lips, your hands fisting his shirt as you tried to move closer to him.

“Well excuse us.” The familiar voice of Bruce Banner came from behind the couch, causing both you and Tony to break apart. Looking behind you the entire team was staring at the two of you with smirks on their face.

Natasha Romanoff-

The reason behind all of the secrecy was simple: Natasha wanted to keep you safe. While she trusted the team with her life, she definitely didn’t trust anyone with yours. Overall she was glad the two of you got to spend time together, since Fury had decided to assign you to the Avengers base in order to give missions and keep them all in check. 

It had been two weeks since you’d seen Nat. She’d left with Clint to complete a mission that not even you were permitted to know of. You were curled up in bed, watching TV, drifting in and out of sleep in the process. You hadn’t even heard you window slide open, but you noticed the figure clad in black and immediately knew who it was.

“Oh my gosh.” You mumbled, throwing the blankets off of you and rushing over to throw your arms around her in a hug. She let out a soft hum and wrapped her own arms around you. Without giving her a chance to speak you quickly pressed your lips to hers. Natasha eagerly kissed back, tangling her hands in your hair as she began backing you up towards the bed.

The two of you fell back onto the mattress, letting out a laugh before connecting your lips together for another kiss. “I thought you were going to be gone for another week?” You mumbled after breaking the kiss.

“We got done early and I needed to see you.” She said coolly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before leaning back so she could examine your face. For the first time in her life Natasha had something that she was excited to come home to, hell, for the first time in her life she had a home. 

She connected your lips in a kiss yet again, but it was cut off by the sound of the door flying open and hitting the wall. “What the hell?” You yelled, snapping your head to the side to see both Tony and Steve bursting into the room.

“We-um..” Steve began, looking between the two of you and Tony who seemed to be at a loss for words as well.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. informed me that there was an intruder.” Tony pipped up after several moments of silence. 

Finally having enough of the two gawking at the two of you, Natasha growled at the two of them, “clearly it’s being handled. You can leave.” You had to stop yourself from laughing as the two quickly shut the door and hurried away from your room. “Where were we?” She asked, turning her attention back to you.

Steve Rogers-

The mission had gone bad very quickly. In the beginning the team was doing great, kicking the ass of everyone of the guys that they were targeting, that was until they pulled out the bombs. Everyone was separated in an instant, the only form of communication being the headpieces. A gasp left your lips as you took off into the woods, three men on your trail. “Y/N, are you there?” The usually calm voice of Steve Rogers seemed almost panicked as it rang in your ear.

“I’m fine!” You said quickly, pulling a knife from your boot and slinging it at one of the men behind you. You never missed a target so without surprise the blade lodged into the mans chest.. “I’ve got two behind me, but I can handle it.”

Just as you were about take out the last two men there was a soft click under your boot, causing your eyes to go wide. The second you took your next step there was an ear splitting boom and you felt yourself being flung through the air, only stopping when you made contact with a tree. All you saw was black and while you could hear the yelling coming from your ear piece you couldn’t seem to make out the words being side.

You couldn’t be sure how long you were laying there before the sound of branches being crushed and moved reached your ears. Two small hands wrapped around your body and lifted you to your feet, you could make out what you assumed to be Wanda’s voice, and tried to peel your eyes open to be sure.

Sure enough the young woman to your side was your friend and you let out a relieved sigh before taking in your surroundings. You clearly stepped on a mine. “She’s okay, I’ve got her.” Wanda said, slowly sitting you down on one of the fallen trees. The bodies of the men the team had been fighting were scattered around the snow and you fought the urge to make a joke about you had saved everyone.

“Y/N!” You glanced over and saw Steve rushing down the snowy hill, tossing his shield to the ground before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up off the ground. His hug was almost bone crushing, but you didn’t mind as you quickly hugged him back. After he released you you began to speak, but were quickly cut off by him crashing his lips against yours.

You didn’t pull away until you heard someone clear their throats and you cursed under your breath. The two of you had done very well at keeping your relationship under the radar up until this moment. “Would you like us to give you some space?” Clint asked, a smirk planted on his face.

“Shut up.” You and Steve grumbled before breaking your embrace and heading back to the quinjet.

2 | Freak



series warnings: mature themes, violence, blood and gore, murder, emotional manipulation, bullying, mental health deterioration, eventual smut and substance abuse. this chapter contains strong language, light smut, bullying and claustrophobic themes

Originally posted by jeontrash

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With Eyes to See {Draco Malfoy x Reader}

Requests are open!

Prompt: @belle6026   I was wondering if you could write a Draco x reader where he crushes over her and he finds out she’s deaf so he learns how to sign and she is flustered and everything is fluffy plsssss 

A/N: OK THIS IS LITERALLY SO CUTE (sorry it’s so short)

Warnings: none

Originally posted by crystalgreene-justromance

Dumbledore stood in front of the students in the Great Hall. The whole room erupted in cheering and clapping. You continued to eat, unsure of the commotion. You took another bite of your apple as your friend sat down. You cocked your head at them hoping for an explanation. 

Their mouth made an ‘O’ shape as they signed the announcement to you. There was going to be a ball more specifically the Yule Ball and everyone was excited to dance the night away with beautiful French girls and kiss strange boys they didn’t know. You, on the other hand, were not as thrilled. No one wants to go with someone who’s deaf. You would spend your evening in the common room alone while everyone else partied.

The students began to file out of the Great Hall toward their first class of the day. You quickly followed suit but there was one boy who stayed behind. Draco Malfoy sat at the Slytherin table coming up with a way to ask you to the Yule Ball. 

Draco was not one for being subtle, he stood from his seat and marched over to you right away. He called your name but you never saw him and continued to walk to class.

“I-I can’t believe- I’ve- I’m”

“It’s called rejection Malfoy,” Crabbe said coming up behind him.

“It happens to the best of us,” Goyle chimed in after.

“No. It happens to you. I can’t believe I was completely ignored. How rude.” Draco lifted his chin and walked to class.

He walked into Potions just to see you happy as could be with one of your friends. You smiled and signed to your friend. Draco saw your friend sign back and he frowned. A smile began to spread across his face. 

“Mr. Malfoy!” Professor Snape yelled. “If you could please take your seat and stop staring at (Y/N)(L/N).” Draco’s face turned tomato red and quietly shuffled to his seat. 

Your friend giggled and quickly explained what had happened. Your face was burning and you laid your head on the desk in embarrassment. 

The class ended and you rushed out of the class as quickly as possible. You felt your heart racing as you sped down the hall while Draco ran in the opposite direction after your friend. 

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More than you can handle

Originally posted by mona-stay

A/N: The reader is legal age (18/19).


You and FP always had this love/hate relationship but when he saw you walking in with Archie Andrews, the sheriff’s kid, Moose Mason and Joaquin he was feeling more hate than love.

You all walked over to the pool table as Joaquin lined up the balls. Some Southside Serpents were looking you up and down but you paid them no mind. All that was on your mind was a certain leader named FP Jones.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Archie said tearing you away from your thoughts.

“Huh? Yeah?” I questioned as I turned back to Archie.

“It’s your turn,” I glanced over my shoulder to see FP standing on the top of stairs with his eyes on me. I smirked to myself as I put on Archie’s shoulder.

“Would you mind showing me what to do?” I questioned with an innocent look as Archie began to blush uncontrollably as he nodded his head and positioned himself behind me. I intentionally pressed my backside against Archie as he began to stutter. As Arch explained how to shoot, Moose tapped on his shoulder as Archie and I stood.

“I think that’s one of them,” Moose explained as he pointed at on of the Southside Serpents. Archie nodded his head along to what Moose said as he began to walk over.

“Oh shit,” I heard Kevin call as Archie pulled on the older man’s shoulder.

“Hey,” The man turned around looking as shocked as we did at Archie’s sudden bravery as he quickly changed it to anger and annoyance.

“What? You got a death wish?” The older biker said as Joaquin told Archie to back off. Archie ignored Joaquin as he began interrogating the man.

“You like beating up teenagers?” Archie questioned as the biker’s face filled with rage. The man pushed Archie as Archie pushed back as the biker threw Archie on the pool table as I stared in shock.

“Archie!” I yelled as the man raised his fist but before he could throw any punches a familiar voice boomed from the top of the stairs.

“Hey!” The man instantly stopped what he was doing to look up and see FP looking furious. “That’s enough Mustang. Let em’ go,” FP said as Mustang released his grip on Archie as I walked over to him and helped him up.

“Are you okay?” I whispered to him as Archie nodded his head in response as FP spoke again.

“I’ll take care of them,” He said as he stood in front of Archie and I. I stared FP down as he did the same. “Alright, let’s go,” FP said as he pointed behind us. I took a hold of Archie’s arm as I noticed a flash of jealousy come across FP’s face as we headed out. We reached the door as Moose and Kevin went on ahead as FP called out to Archie and I. “Not you Red,” FP said as Archie and I sighed.

“What?” Archie questioned annoyed as we turned back to face him.

“I called your dad. I’m not having you start fights and snoop on the wrong side.” Archie sighed as his dad’s truck pulled up behind us.

“Come on, Archie.” Archie sighed as he turned back to face his dad.

“Come on, (Y/N). We’ll give you a ride home.” I smiled as I went to answer as FP spoke for me.

“No, that’s fine. I’ll get her home safely,” FP said as Archie gave him an annoyed look before looking back at me.

“Thanks for the offer Archie. I’ll see you tomorrow at school,” I said as I wrapped my arms around Archie’s neck as he did with my waist as he pulled me into a hug. “See you later, Mr. Andrews,” I said as I waved at Archie’s dad.

“Here,” Archie said as he handed me his letterman jacket.

“Arch, I can’t,” I said as Archie smiled.

“It’s okay, I can get it tomorrow. I don’t want you to freeze.” Archie said as I smiled and thanked him. Archie began to head over to his dad’s truck.  I watched as Archie and his dad drove off down the road as I turned back to FP to only find him staring back at me.

“What?” I said annoyed.

“What was that?” FP questioned as he narrowed his eyes down at me.

“What was what?”

“That hug with the Andrews kid,” FP said as the hint of jealousy laced his tone.

“What? We’re just friends. It’s not like I have a boyfriend or anything. I can hug who I want when I want,” I scoffed as I turned and began to walk away.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” FP questioned as he followed me down the road as I continued walking.

“As far away from you as I can get,” I said as I heard FP growl and his hand take a hold of my wrist as he flipped me around and pinned me up against the brick wall.

“The hell you are!” FP said as I felt his hot breath on my face.

“Let go of me,” I said as FP smirked.”

“If you want me to stop then just say so and I will,” I stayed quiet as FP smirked again as he chuckled. “That’s what I thought,” FP said as he pressed his lips against mine as I kissed him back. I smiled into the kiss as FP’s hands moved from my wrists to my waist. We broke away from the kiss as FP began kissing my neck.

“Mmm, FP,” I moaned as he smirked into my neck as he began to suck my sweet spot. FP pulled away from my neck as I whimpered.

“Let’s go back to my place,” FP said as I nodded my head. FP began to head back over to his truck as I followed closely behind. FP opened the door for me as I climbed in. He closed the door behind me as he walked to the other side and climbed in as he started the truck with a smirk before pulling off and heading in.

Soon enough, we arrived in the trailer park as FP pulled in front of his trailer as we climbed out. I smiled as I felt FP’s lips reconnect to my neck as his hands roamed my body. I decided to tease him as I walked away from his embrace.

“Thanks for the ride but I think I can make it back to my place from here,” I said as I began to walk down the sidewalk as I heard FP sigh as he began to walk behind me.

“Do you think I’m just going to let you go that easily?” I smirked as I nodded my head.

“I do actually, what are you going to do about it?” I questioned as I could see lust begin to cloud over his eyes.

“This,” FP said as he lifted me up and walked me to the back of his trailer where we wouldn’t be seen. FP slammed my back against the trailer as he pressed his lips roughly back to mine. I moaned into the kiss as he took this as an advantage to slide his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance, he won. We broke the kiss as he moved his lips to my neck as he laid me back onto the ground. I pushed at his jacket as he slid it off and laid it on the ground. He slid his hands under my top as he began to massage my boob.

“Fuck FP,” I moaned as he chuckled against my neck. “Fuck the foreplay,” I said as FP pulled away from sucking my sweet spot on my neck as I smiled.

“Fine but first,” FP began as he pushed Archie’s jacket off my shoulders before throwing it behind him. “Get rid of this shit,” He said as I rolled my eyes.

“You always were a jealous dick,” I said as FP undid his belt before doing the same with his pants and pushing them down.

“And don’t you forget it,” I smiled as he leaned down a bit and tapped on the back of my thighs. “Jump,” I did as he said as he stopped from going any further.

“You’re on the pill, right?” I nodded my head as he slid my skirt up to my waist before moving my underwear to the side as he moved the head of his cock in between my folds, instantly wetting the tip of his cock before sliding into me. I gripped his shoulders as he let me adjust to him.

“Mmm, FP… Move,” I whispered into his ear as he began to thrust slowly at first before beginning to pick up his pace. “Fuck FP, harder!” I moaned aloud as he slammed my hips against the trailer as he began to pound into me. I clung to his shoulders as FP reconnected our lips into a rough sloppy kiss. I felt my orgasm begin to near as I broke our kiss.

“FP, I’m close,” I moaned as I felt FP reach between us and began to massage my clit.

“Ohhh… YES! FP, I-I’M… C-COMING!” I screamed out as FP slammed into me one more time as my walls tightened around his cock.

“F-fuck,” FP groaned into my ear. FP leaned his head onto my shoulder as he began to remove himself out of me as he slid my skirt back down.

“Ahh, you were alright,” I said with a smile as FP shot me a look. I giggled as FP began to fix himself back up as I spoke again. “I’m kidding,” FP smiled at me as I walked over to where he had thrown Archie’s jacket before sliding it back on. “Well, I guess I should be going,” I said as I began walking past FP.

“Hey, wait,” FP said as I stopped and turned around. “Why don’t you stay here tonight? I can drive you home in the morning to get changed and then to school,” I smiled at FP.

“That sounds great,” I said as FP looked down and smiled.

“But only on one condition,” I looked at FP confused as he continued. “You exchange that,” He began pointing at Archie’s jacket. “For this,” He said as he held up his Southside Serpent jacket. I smiled at him before nodding my head and sliding off Archie’s jacket and putting FP’s on. FP smiled as he grabbed my hand and spoke up. “Come on, let’s go home,” He said as we headed into his trailer.