live from the couch


Imagine Roman having a habit of ‘accidentally’ falling asleep on you.


“You find a movie, Ro’?” You called from the living room as you sat on the comfortable couch.

It was one of the few days both of you had off from WWE, and it was getting late so you two decided to spend some time together.

As you waited for your husband to join you on the couch, you pulled your favorite blanket around yourself. The house you two lived in was so cold due to the harsh winter and where you were living.

“Yeah.” A few seconds later, you looked up as you heard Roman walking into the living room.

He was sporting a black tank top and gray sweats, while his long black hair fell past his shoulders. The tight shirt he wore hugged his body and drew your attention to his muscles. His hair was still damp as he just took a shower.

Roman took his seat right next to me after turning the lights off and setting up the movie. You were already nearly laid down so Roman easily got comfortable by situating himself next to you. As the movie was starting, you grew a little tired so you moved to fully lay down.

Since Roman wanted to be as close to you as possible, he shifted his body to lay his head on your stomach. His legs were intertwined with yours while his arms were hugged around your midsection. Roman sleepily grinned as he cuddled into you while watching the movie.

You smiled at how adorable your husband was before reaching down to play with his long hair.

You couldn’t care less if Roman’s weight was crushing you a little, you honestly loved it when he fell asleep on you. 

“You comfortable, Ro’?” You threaded his soft hair through your fingers while using your other hand to stroking his back.

You remembered that playing with his hair nearly puts him to sleep so you continued playing with the soft tendrils.

“Mmm..” Roman sighed in content as he nuzzled into your stomach. He was struggling to keep his beautiful brown eyes open as he grew more tired. His eyes closed as you started rubbing his shoulders and continued playing with his hair.

A few minutes later you felt Roman’s breath even out on your neck letting you know he was asleep. In those few minutes, Roman had shifted so his head was nestled in the crook of your neck and his arms were wrapped tightly around you.

As you looked down at him one last time, you felt your eyes growing heavy. The sound of the movie drowned into background noise as you found yourself falling asleep as well.


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How many children do you think they would adopt?

Victor was most likely an only child and is probably starving for a big family, so when he decides to bring it up to Yuuri he spends an afternoon practicing what he’s going to say. He wears a track into the floor from pacing the living room, Makkachin half-watching from where she’s curled up on the couch, and he never manages to say what he wants to say. It changes with each practice, which means he fumbles every single time, and every iteration is worse than the last. Finally, he plants his feet down so hard that he might actually grow roots, throws his shoulders back, and shouts, “YUURI KATSUKI I LOVE YOU AND I WANT TO BUY A BIG HOUSE AND HAVE 900 BABIES WITH YOU.”

And Yuuri, who–unbeknownst to Victor–has been home this entire time, pokes his head out of the study and, mouth twisted in amusement, says, “Want to be a little more realistic?”

After a long, thoughtful pause, Victor tries, “60 babies.”

“Two,” Yuuri says, flatter than the soda that Victor left open on the kitchen counter a week ago. The soda that Yuuri hasn’t touched to prove a point. A point that’s obviously been missed. “We can have two.”

Because Yuuri’s seen what three children can do, and neither of them have Takeshi’s patience or Yuuko’s apparent death wish. 


The double hearts means that dave and john are both each other’s most snapchatted person but the grimace next to karkat means that dave is KARKAT’S most snapchatted person and I’m fucking laughing b/c dave and karkat fucking live together so you know karkat is sending snaps to dave from like the kitchen to the living room. from the other side of the couch. from the toilet. from the top of a shitty statue of liberty to the bottom 

meanwhile john is dave’s #1 snapchatted person because dave can’t stop blowing up his phone with pics of him and karkat on dates ADVENTURES…

Let me love you (Bucky x Reader)

Originally posted by gliceria

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Summary: Reader had a difficult past, but she finally found her home with the Avengers. After few years of living with them, she became a different person and she will try to help their newest member to overcome his past.

Warning: cursing

A/N: This is a first part of my new series. Please tell me what you think.

˝Y/N, don’t do it. ˝

Your best friend Wanda was begging you. You were looking at Pietro, who fell asleep on the couch in the living area. One of his hands was falling from the couch. You were kneeling next to his hand holding the whipped cream in a can.

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Doll - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Requested by @winters–doll: Hey!!! Could u Do a Bucky Barnes imagine where everytime he sees u he calls you doll and it makes u blush like heck. The team then notices and teases the two of you? Thanks ❤❤

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It was late Friday night and you were currently on a mission to find something to eat. Vision and Wanda who both love to cook, were M.I.A. so you were left to fend for yourself. 

Nat sighed from the living room couch as she flipped through the channels on Tony’s unnecessarily large television. “There’s never anything good on.”

“That’s usually the case which is why I never bother watching it.” You snickered as you shut the door. Nothing in the fridge had caught your eye so you moved on to the pantry, hoping to find something else.

“You’re also a psychic. Why even bother watching T.V. when you can see the future?”

You giggled at her response. “Good point.”

You heard heavy footsteps approach the kitchen and Bucky came through the doorway. As soon as he saw you his face lit up with a smile. “Hi there, doll.” 

You blushed and grinned at him. “Hey.”

“Hi there, doll.” Nat mocked in a silly voice as she eyed the both of you.

This caused you to blush even more so you leaned into the pantry to hide your face behind the door as you looked.“Do you guys want some popcorn?” You asked.

“Sure.” They said at the same time.

Sam entered the living room and plopped down on the couch beside Nat. “Hey (Y/N), make some for me too! So what are we all up to?”

“I find these two flirting to be very entertaining if you’d like to watch.” She smiled at Sam and he turned to look at you.

“Ooooo…” He grinned and winked at you.

“We were not flirting! We said hello.” You rolled your eyes.

“Whatever you say, doll.” The redhead teased.

“Aw I love it when he calls her that.” Sam chuckled.

Now it was Bucky’s turn to blush. “Mind your own business, Bird-Man.” He spat.

The smile on Sam’s face disappeared. “It’s Falcon. Say it with me now - Falcon.”

An annoyed Bucky stalked off and you looked at the pair on the couch in disappointment. “You guys need to leave us alone.”

“He should know we’re just messing with you guys.” Sam replied as he grabbed the remote out of Nat’s hands. She didn’t bother fighting back since nothing on the television interested her.

You didn’t say anything else as you left the room to look for where he went. Finally, you found him looking over the side of the balcony in the Quinjet’s hangar.

 “I’m sorry they always tease us.” You stood next to him and folded your arms on the rail, looking out in the distance. 

He looked over at you. “Why are you apologizing?”

You shrugged and laughed nervously. “I honestly don’t know.”

A comfortable silence lingered between the two of you but you spoke up. “I like it when you call me doll.” Pink tinted your cheeks as you avoided eye contact.

“Yeah?” He asked.

You nodded. “No one besides my parents have ever called me a pet name like that. I really do think it’s sweet.” You could tell he was looking at you with a smile on his face, but you didn’t take your eyes off of the horizon. 

“You know, we shouldn’t care what they think or say. It’s stupid that they have nothing better to do. I mean, it’s just a nickname, right?” You looked up at him but couldn’t quite read his eyes.

“Y-yeah. Just a nickname.” He repeated.

You smiled at his sudden change in attitude. It took you a moment but you mustered up enough courage to stand on your tip-toes and press a soft kiss to his cheek. You turned around and started to head back across the hangar. 

“Oh James, when are you going to make a move?” You called over your shoulder.

You couldn’t see him as he shook his head and smiled. “Soon, doll.” He called back.

The Joker x Reader x Dead Son -“Lost” part 1

Your son died and everything came crashing down really fast. Who would have thought the King and Queen of Gotham have hearts that can break?

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You leave your suitcase by the elevator and go back to the living room. The Joker gets up from the couch and slowly walks towards you.

“Don’t go,” he whispers, looking at you with sad eyes.

“I need a break, J, I just can’t be here right now…”you manage to say, feeling you’re going to start crying soon. “Every time I glance at you I see Kase. He looked so much like you. I can’t even… I just need to be away for a while, OK?”

“Don’t leave, you are all I have left,” he pleads and he is not the type that begs.“I know you blame me…but I didn’t know he sneaked out that night and went with our men.”

“Kase always wanted to prove himself to you…Always… For God’s sake, J, he was only 19,” you whimper and start sobbing, not being able to control yourself anymore. “H-he was our only child. Would you even have stopped him that night?”

“Of course I would have,” the Joker replies, his eyes getting teary. “This was so uncalled for, Princess, he was my kid too; of course I would have stopped him.”

You just shake your head in agreement, wiping your tears.

“I know, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it,” you apologize, sniffling while he hugs you tight, caressing your long hair.

“Stay…” he growls, not wanting to let you go.


It’s been two months since you moved to your secluded property in the woods you bought a long time ago under your maiden name. Quite far from Gotham, 5 hours away or so.

Today is a very difficult day for you: your son would have been 20 years old. It is also the Joker’s birthday. He turns 50. He was so excited when Kase was born on his birthday. He called him: “my perfect little present.” You smile at the memory, brushing your hair and staring out the window. There will be no celebration today, no party and laughter.

You just texted J to tell him Happy Birthday and he answered right away. “Thank you, baby doll. I’m coming; meet you there around 3pm?”

“Yes,” you shortly replied, already getting ready. He is driving from Gotham so you can both go to your son’s grave. He is buried on the property, about 2 miles from the cabin.

You can’t believe how fast time has passed. J is 50…but you can’t even tell, it would be hard to guess with the way he looks. One thing is for sure: his eyes got even more intense. You look in the mirror, tracing your jawline. At 45, you barely have any wrinkles yourself. The dark circles under your green eyes are the only testimony of the numerous sleepless nights you had since the incident.

It will be nice to see the Joker again after so many weeks, you think, starting to put on your make up. You are quite surprised he didn’t come to drag you out of there and take you back to the city. He absolutely hates sleeping without you. You wouldn’t know, but J drove to the cabin so many times. He arrived at night, parked the car at a safe distance, then just watched you. It took everything he’d got not to run inside and hug you when he saw you cry. But he knew that might make things worse.  After all, you wanted to be completely alone for a while.


All you can do right now is start walking towards the grave. It’s nice and warm outside so you don’t take the car. You wanted to wear something else for the Joker, but in the end you decided on the black dress. It just seems more…appropriate.

You arrive there early and you sit down on the grass, waiting for him to come. So many thoughts go through your head. How you miss your son…

*** ”Can I go with you guys tonight?” Kase asked, impatient.

“No, not on this one, it’s too dangerous,” J replied, pulling you in his lap as you passed by.

“But I’m 19, I can take care of myself, you know that!” he sulked, upset it wasn’t going his way.

“I have to agree with your dad, love,not this time,” you smiled, trying to calm him down.“I don’t want you hurt. We are breaking into Arkham to get Frost out. Their security gets heavier and better each time we break in.”

“That’s right, Princess,” J grinned his silver teeth at you, kissed you softly, then winked at Kase.

“God, dad, can you please stop calling mom all these names? It’s embarrassing.”

“Did you hear that?” J elbowed you. “We’re embarrassing, Y/N,” he squealed, slapping your thigh. “Hey, your mom will always be my Princess,” he pecked your lips, ”my Pumpkin,”(another peck), “my Baby doll,”(another kiss), “MY QUEEN” (another kiss), “my Kitten,” he roared , then kissed you again.

“Ewwww you guys, seriously. Mom, do something!”

You snickered, amused at how much the Joker loved teasing him. You signaled him to come sit by you. Kase rolled his eyes and took a deep breath, but did as asked. You pulled him close and squeezed his face, kissing his cheeks like when he was a baby.

“Mom, this is even more embarrassing,” he complained, but the smile creeping up on his face made you so happy. He knew he was being teased to the max.

“You have your father’s eyes, sooo handsome” you tilted your head, looking at both of them. You parted Kase’s hair to the side so you could see his face better. He had toxic green and bright red highlights to match the color of J‘s hair and yours.

“Mom, please stop, you make us look…normal. That is truly the most embarrassing thing ever,” he fakely whined, dramatically gesturing with his hands. He definitely got that from the Joker.

“You know you do a good job as a parent when your kid is embarrassed, hmm, Y/N?” J asked, holding tight to your waist, snorting.

Kase huffed, defeated:

“I’m soooo glad nobody can see us right now, our reputation would be ruined. “

Speaking up his mind without hesitation… He definitely got that from you.

*** “Dad, I’m getting a new tattoo,” he boasted, walking in J’s office. “What should I get?”

The Joker was looking over the new hideout’s building plans, busy as heck.

“Ask your mom,” he scoffed, writing on the paper.

“I did and she said to ask you.”

“Well, go back and ask her.”

“But dad, you’re the Joker,” Kase stated the obvious, exasperated.

“Yes, I am the Joker but your mom is The Queen. Go ask her and see what she thinks, kaaayyy? I don’t want to sleep in another bedroom or on the couch. AGAIN! Thank you very much. You always get me in trouble, kiddo. And I don’t like not sleeping with your mom in the same bed because I always want to…”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhh,” Kase shouted, covering his ears and rattling the heavy gold bracelets on his wrists. “I don’t want to hear this, la-la-la-la-la-la,” and walked away, singing the words.

J laughed to himself- it worked every time.


You don’t even know how much time has passed. You just keep on looking at the grave, absent minded. There’s not even a body in there, the explosion destroyed everything. Just an empty coffin as empty as your soul.

“Hi, Princess,” you hear the Joker’s voice and you turn your head to look at him. He is wearing a black suit and his green hair really stands out. It makes him even more attractive, you tell yourself, sadly smiling, noticing yet again so much of Kase in him. J never wears black; the only times when you saw him in this color was at the funeral and…now.

“Hi, baby, Happy Birthday,” you force yourself to giggle, lifting your hands so he can help you up. You wrap your arms around his neck so tight he can barely breathe but he doesn’t complain. He just holds you close, ecstatic to touch you again. He was so alone without you.


You quietly stood there for a while, holding hands, not really wanting to say anything to each other. There is no point. The sky darkened and the wind is picking up.

“You think we should go? I think rain is coming,” you mutter, lifting your gaze towards the sky.

“Are you coming back to Gotham with me?” The Joker asks and before you can answer he confesses:

“I don’t want to be on my own, not today. Come on, baby doll, the penthouse is so empty without you…and him…The silence drives me insane. I’ll drive; you just have to come, hmm?”

You hesitate for a few moments.

“I think we should stay here for the night, just me and you. I don’t want to go to Gotham yet. What do you say? Just the two of us…yes…?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he nuzzles in your hair, as you begin to walk towards his car.


You cook dinner and talk, catching up and remembering so many things about your life when there was the three of you, together. You even made his favorite birthday cake, knowing he will come to see you. You start bawling when J blows up his “50” candle and then the “20” one for Kase. It hurts so bad it makes you sick. You notice the tears in his eyes and your heart feels like it’s going to fall apart from the misery. You go and sit on his knees, holding each other tight.

“Y-you think h-he was in pain?” you stutter, burying your face in his neck, crying.

“No, I don’t think so, Doll,” he whispers in your ear, trying to calm himself down without succeeding. “It was over fast, the blast was so strong that…”

“W-we don’t even h-have his body,” you cry lauder, digging your fingers in his back.” H-he’s been g-gone for half a year but it feels like an eternity,” you grunt, shaking from the agony of your sorrow.

“Ssstttt, stop crying Princess,” he asks, hoping to reason with you.

“O-only if you stop crying,” you whimper, stroking his hair.

“I’m not crying,” he sighs, biting his lower lip to make himself feel something else but this accursed despair. “Y/N, it’s OK, I got you…We have each other, right?”

The grief in his voice makes you wince. You lift your head to look him in the eyes.

“Always, baby, just me and you,” you try to smile as he cups your face and kisses you, hungry for your touch.


You wake up in your bed, snuggled to his chest. You move a bit so you can see him sleep. He seems so…peaceful; you have to admit you are a bit jealous. You press your lips against his collar bone tattoo with your name and Kase’s.

“That tickles, Kitten,” he shrugs, still with his eyes closed.

“Wanna wake up?”

“No, not yet, you kept me up all night, you naughty little fox.” You scream as he pinches your butt.

“Heyyy, play nice, old man,” you sulk, slapping his hand.

“Never!” he suddenly rolls on top of you, starting to bite and kiss his way down to you tummy. “Who do you call old, hmmm? Misbehaving, aren’t we?” he snickers as you struggle to escape, laughing.

Your cell goes off and he grumbles, annoyed.

“Don’t you dare, Princess!” he threatens, firmly holding you still.

“What if it’s something important? It might be Frost.”

“Don’t care…” J pouts.

The phone won’t stop ringing.

“Baby, just one sec, let me see who it is,” you implore, reaching your hand for the night stand.

“Fine, but you have to compensate me for the interruption,” he warns you, already having a few things in mind. He brings the pillow under his chin, watching you.

You get yourself to the edge of the bed and look at your cell. Unknown number. Weird, no one you know then. But since you went through the trouble, you slide your screen anyway:


A bunch of static noise, then you barely hear the words:

“Mom! Mom, can you hear me? It’s me.”

More static and hardly the voice again:

“Hello? Mom, is that you?”

You freeze and start trembling, not being able to make a sound.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” the Joker asks, getting up by you and yanking the cell out of your hand.

“Who’s this?” J inquires as you watch him with big eyes, panting.

“Dad? It’s Kase, dad…” more static noise. “I don’t know where I am, dad, please help me…”

Before J can say anything else, the call is dropped.

You cover your mouth, gulping, you even forgot to breathe.

“J, who…who was that?” you utter, completely baffled.

The Joker looks more puzzled than you are.

“It…it…sounded like…”

“Don’t say it!!” you yelp, scared, not even daring to hope. “Oh my God, was…was that?”

“Jesus, Princess, it sounded like him.” The Joker puts down the phone, glaring at you.

“But…he’s …,” you respond, touching his arm in disbelief. “Can… can we trace the call?”

“Not here, but we have people in Gotham that could.”

You look at each other for a few seconds before he snaps:

“Let’s go, what are we waiting for? Gotham is not that far!”



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Nate and I barely got back from the Steak House restaurant. We stay in the living room and pull out the bed from the couch. As we retract the bed and the bed spread from the couch Nate requests a glass of water.

Nate decided to leave the restaurant early, but made sure to grab dessert before we left. I grabbed doughnuts with chocolate sauce. As for Nate he requested an apple and key lime pie.

I return back to the living room with a glass of water and hand it to Nate.

“Your water my king” I say as I give him the water.

“Well thank you my queen” Nate responds back. He leaves the water on the side table before pulling me in by the hips. “I have to ask for one
more thing?” He lifts my shirt above my breasts leaving my stomach exposed.

“Oh, what is it” instead of responding back he leans forward and lays gentle kisses on my stomach. The kisses he leaves makes butterflies erupt inside my stomach. I run my fingers through his hair and close my eyes as then feeling of him near me calms me.

Nate puts his ear to my stomach which causes me to open my eyes quickly. I look at the scene unfolding with a confused expression.

“Hey there,anyone there” he says as he knocks on my hip bones gently with his knuckles. And he waits for an answer before putting his ear back on my stomach. I laugh at his actions.

“No ones there, so I think it is a bun free oven” he exclaims as he lays more kisses on my stomach. “I think we are safe to repeat another round from last night” he adds with a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

I slide under the covers next to him as he wraps an arm around my waist.
Nate leans in and kisses my lips ever so gently.

“You are so beautiful” he whispers before planting another kiss on my lips.

“Thank you” I tell as a light brush appears on my cheeks. Nate chuckles softly before sitting up. He removes his clothing leaving him in all his naked glory. The blush that appeared on my cheeks darkens as I stare at his naked figure.

“Do you see something you like?” He asks as he slips back under the covers. I only hum in response as he pulls the sheets over his lap leaving him exposed a bit.

“Know something that would be better?” He asks

“What?” I respond while looking at him.

“If you are also naked” he says tugging at the hem of my shirt that is now rested above my breasts. I unclasp my bra and get out of my black jeans. My black lace panties are the only thing left before I have a chance to remove them Nate stops me.

“I got it” he disappears under the sheets. I feel a slight scrape of his teeth near my thighs. I start to wonder what he is doing before it dawns on me. He is removing my lace panties with his teeth. Nate soon resurfaces from under the cover and sits up once again.

“Would you like to taste your dessert?” He asks in which I respond with a nod. Nate takes a doughnut and dunks it into the chocolate sauce. He lifts the doughnut towards my mouth with a hand under it to catch any droplets of sauce.

“Mmm” I moan as I chew the doughnut and cover my mouth with the tips of my fingers. “That’s amazing”

“I know, right? I’ve tried these there when you went to Y/H/T last month. Do you want to try some of my pie?”
He says as I wait to finish what I have in my mouth.

“Only a taste” he gives me a small amount and I chew it “this is really good” I tell him as I watch him take a bite as well. I watch as chews the piece of pie and watch as his jaw clenches with each chew.

“It is amazing they do really well with their desserts” he says and dunks his finger into the chocolate sauce. He lifts his hand again with the other beneath to catch any droplets of sauce. Nate surprises me he brings the finger covered in chocolate to my lips.

“Open” I do as I’m told and he puts his finger into my mouth. I close down on it, sucking the chocolate sauce off gently. I take a hold of his hand to keep it in place as I swirl my tongue around it, the same way I do with his cock. I look up at him and see a sexy grin on his face while looking down at me.

“Mmm” I take his finger out and lick it slowly.

“Well Y/N I think it is safe to say you really enjoyed that” Nate says before continuing “lay down lil mama” I lay down on the bed and he pulls the sheets down to expose my naked torso. Nate places the tray full of our desserts on the floor. He reemerges with the chocolate sauce in hand. He straddles me.

“Y/N put a finger in the sauce and then put in anywhere on your body”

“Where?” I ask

“Wherever you want me to kick it off from” Nate replied with a sexy smile. I hesitantly dunk my finger into the chocolate. Nate watches eagerly as I trail it down the valley of my breasts. I place the remainder on my lips and find it extremely hard not to lick it off.

He puts the container down on the side table and bends down to lick my lips. Nate takes my bottom lip into his mouth and sucks gently and does the same with my top lip. It’s intimate his scent and sensation of his lips on mine are perfection. The sucking of my lips soon turn into a passionate kiss. A kiss that I cannot get enough of. My hands run through his soft hair and I let out a moan full of lust.

Nate breaks away and moves further down my body and his eyes land on my chest. His head lowers as his tongue runs along the trail of chocolate. The movement is hot, slow, and sensual. He licks off the chocolate and quickly travels to my right nipple. Nate take sit into his mouth flicking it with his tongue and nibbles.

Nate’s hand moves to my other breasts and caresses it between his fingers.

“Mmm, Y/N” he mumbles against my breast before moving to the other one and repeats his actions. Goosebumps appear all over my skin and causes me to bend my knees on either side of his body. My pussy circling beneath him on its own as if it hand its own mind. Nate releases my nipples from his mouth and goes back towards my lips. He kisses once again. My pelvis still rotating beneath and grinding on his hard cock. Nate pulls back and kneels between my legs. He reaches for the container full of chocolate once again.

“Don’t get carried away, lil mama” he says looking down at my naked body. “I want you to dip your finger again into the chocolate” I do as he asks and swirl it around in the container. “Get a lot on there is tastes exquisite from your skin. Put it on your body again.”

I take my finger out of the container and hover over my chest. I’m deciding whether to put it on my nipples or around my belly button.

“Not there” Nate says clearly my eyes look at his as he is already staring at me. “Lower” he adds with a dominant voice. I move my hand lower towards my belly button and look at him for guidance.

“Lower” he says once again. I’m getting really excited as I move my dripping finger lower. I already know what he wants and I want it too. I’ve always been insecure when Nate eats me out. I only want him to see the more appealing parts of my body.

I pause before lowering my finger so the chocolate drops onto my pelvic bone.

“Lower” that is all he says.

I look at his face and see the want in his eyes. I bite my bottom lips considering if I should or shouldn’t. I consider my next move.

“Don’t be shy lil mama, I want to taste you the right way” he takes a hold of my wrist and moves it above my clit. “Touch yourself, Y/N”

I look into his eyes as I rest my finger on my clit. I move it around my clitoris. His eyes never leaves my gaze only shortly to see me touching myself. This feels to good….

“You look so sexy right now” Nate whispers looking down at my fingers in between my legs. He reaches down and takes my hand, Nate takes it into his mouth and sucks off the chocolate.

“Mmm” Nate moans out looking at me. He removes my fingers from his mouth and lowers himself onto my belly. Nate licks off any drips of chocolate from my skin and kisses it slowly. He lowers his head to my clit, for which he pauses a bit.

Eventually, I feel his hot breath on me hovering over my delicate skin. His tongue sweeps over my outer lips towards my clitoris. Nate swirls his tongue around, licking, sucking, and I moan loudly arching my back.

“Uh huh” Nate mumbles against my skin. His tongue still caressing my clit masterfully. His hands glide his hands up my waist, pressing firmly into my skin with his fingers. I feel weak as his tongue works stroking and brushing against my clit.

My hands grip onto the sheets around me. My pelvis raise off the bed involuntarily, my muscles clench tightly preparing for my climax. Nate’s hand move to my lower stomach and pushes me back down onto the bed. His hands wrap around my thighs pulling me towards him.

“Nate, oh, Nate, yes” I cry out as my climax comes fast and hard. Nate takes my clit into his mouth and sucks hard.

“Oh, God! Yes!” I cry, my thighs quiver and tighten around his head. My hands travel to his hair tugging and gripping it. I throw my head back into the pillow, my heart beating fast through my chest. My stomach rising and falling rapidly with my short pants.

“Oh” I whisper. Nate strokes me gently with his tongue and kisses me lightly. I release my hold on his head from my thighs and I’m shaking.

Nate crawls up my body, a big and sexy smile his face as he kisses my mouth.

“Your so beautiful, I don’t know why your so insecure with your body. Your body is incredible” he says and I want to reply back but I’m speechless.

“You’re shaking” Nate says as he pulls me into his embrace. I lay in his arms my leg wrapped in between his. Nate pull the sheets above us and lays gentle kisses on my face. “Was it good, Y/N?”

“Mmm,” I respond back sleepy that’s all I can offer as a response.

“Is that a yes” he chuckles lightly. I nod my head, nuzzling my face into his chest.

“Good, because it was an amazing experience for me also. Your are the most beautiful women. I want to do this to you for the rest of our lives” Nate says.

“Me too….”

Nate leaves another kiss on my lips before we start to drift off to sleep curled up against one another.

Go to bed angry : Ashton AU

This is the first thing I’ve written in relation to 5sos and I hope you like it :) If this gets positive feedback then I’ll definitely write more!

Description: Basically you and your boyfriend Ashton get in a fight but he doesn’t want to go to bed angry.

Word count: 1923

“For God’s sake, Y/n, can you at least be mature about this?” Ashton yells as he reaches his hand out to catch the door that you tried slamming shut behind you.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you snap sarcastically, removing the cardigan from you shoulders and haphazardly draping it over the living room couch. “Should I be more understanding about running into your ex-fiancée at your mother’s wedding?”

“Yes!” Ashton scoffs, also removing his jacket but opting to hang it up neatly by the front door. “I told you a hundred times on the ride home that I didn’t know she would be there! It’s not my fault that my mum invited her!”

“No, that’s not your fault, Ashton,” you lean down to remove one of the heels that’s been killing your feet all night, but keep a firm hold on it in case you have to improvise it as a weapon, “But did you have to sneak off and dance with her while I was in the bathroom?”

“I didn’t sneak off to dance with her!” Ashton forcefully loosens his necktie but doesn’t bother spending the time to take it off because he’s dependent on talking with his hands when he’s angry, “I was dancing with the flower girl when Shelby came up and intervened.”

“You still danced with her!” Your fingers wrap tighter around your shoe. The image of Ashton with his hands on his ex’s hips and her arms around his neck with a song about love playing over the speakers is imprinted into every corner of your mind, and there is no escaping the gut-wrenching feeling of seeing your boyfriend reunite with someone he wanted to marry at one point. “You could have– you should have told her ‘no’!”

“I tried to!” The veins in Ashton’s neck are gradually becoming more prominent.

“That’s not good enough!” you yell.

“Of course it’s not,” Ashton laughs humorlessly and lets his hands fall to his sides, “Nothing’s ever good enough for you!”

“Excuse me?” You take off your other shoe and discard both of them to the side on the floor. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means,” he starts crossing the room toward you, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he does so, “you’re an ungrateful bitch! You expect our relationship to be fucking perfect and when I don’t meet your ridiculous standards, on the rare occasions that I do something you don’t like, you throw a God damn tantrum!”

You remain silent as Ashton continues to release his anger through harsh words and name calling. You two have been in plenty of fights before, but he’s never once stooped low enough to call you a bitch. It stings to hear the word leave his lips– the same lips that showered you with compliments and kisses just this morning before you two even got out of bed to start getting ready for his mother’s wedding, and it breaks your heart to realize the tremendous turn that the day has taken.

You don’t realize that you’ve been backing up until you feel the wall behind you. Ashton’s chest is directly in front of yours, rising and falling more rapidly now that his rant is over. His mouth is close and right in your line of vision, but you don’t feel the familiar desire to kiss him like you usually would.

“I never realized that’s what you think of me,” you say as calmly as a livid person can. You’re tempted to push Ashton away from you but decide to just slide past him instead, not looking in his direction as you make your way toward the staircase.

“Yeah, just walk away, Y/n,” another annoyed laugh resonates from Ashton’s throat, “That’ll solve our problems!”

“Fuck you, Ashton!” You scream from one of the bottom steps.

“No, fuck you!” he retaliates even louder.

“I hope you weren’t planning on sleeping in our bed tonight,” you spit, “Enjoy the couch.”

“I’ll enjoy it more than sleeping near you,” Ashton mumbles under his breath, but you’re still able to catch it. You stomp up the remaining stairs and make it a point to slam the bedroom door once you’re inside. You also lock it, hoping that he’ll somehow hear the click as well.

The bed that you and Ashton normally share feels cold without the extra heat of his body, but you suck it up and crawl under the covers anyway. Sleep definitely isn’t going to come easy tonight– not with your blood still boiling over what started the fight and Ashton’s hurtful words playing on repeat throughout your mind. How could he be such an idiot? You had every reason to get mad at him for dancing with his ex-fiancée. In fact, if the roles were reversed, you know damn well that Ashton would start World War III if he saw one of your formal lovers put their hands on you.

A mixture of emotions create the tears that are now burning the backs of your eyes. You look toward the ceiling, blinking excessively to try to stop them from spilling down your cheeks, but it’s no use. You’re sad, and you’re angry, and you’re afraid that this might be the fight that you and Ashton can’t come back from, and that’s a lot to deal with after such a long and stressful day. So you let yourself cry for the first time in a while, and if you weren’t in so much emotional pain you might think that it feels good to finally let yourself go after portraying a façade for so long.

Your post-argument sobs are the one thing you don’t want Ashton to hear, and that’s why your heart sinks when there’s a small knock at the door.

“Y/n,” Ashton’s voice is soft and muffled by the barrier between you.

“Go away,” you demand hoarsely, the strained sound of your own voice surprising you.

“I’m not going anywhere until you open the door, baby,” he says sweetly. “I’m sorry.”

You sniff loudly and wave your hands in front of your eyes to try to dry them. Although you were hoping for an apology, you weren’t expecting it to come tonight.

Feeling mildly better now that he’s feeling remorse but still not quite in the mood to make up yet, you tell him, “We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Come on, baby, please,” he begs, “I don’t want us to go to bed angry.”

You exhale a fragile sigh and shake your head, refusing to let him off the hook so easily. You slide further under the blanket and reach over for the switch of lamp beside you to turn out the last remaining light in the room, hoping he saw it go out through the crack under the door, but just in case he missed it you bluntly include, “Goodnight, Ashton” to really deliver your message.

A deep breath and a disappointed “Alright,” are all that’s heard from Ashton’s side, and you relax a little knowing that he won’t press the issue. At least, at first you do. But as you lay on your side in bed, staring at the door you declined to open, you can’t help but feel the weight of Ashton’s compromise caving in on your chest.

“I don’t want us to go to bed angry.”

What if Ashton knows something you don’t? What if he leaves for good? What if a burglar breaks into your house tonight and hurts Ashton for standing in the way of what he wants? What if he goes for a late drive to clear his mind and doesn’t come home? God forbid, what if for some reason Ashton just doesn’t wake up tomorrow, and the last memory you have of him is exchanging “fuck you's” in your living room?

You’re out of bed and on your feet before your mind can come up with anymore cruel scenarios. You don’t want to go to bed angry. Ashton was trying to apologize and you should have let him, and now it’s your turn to say sorry.

The door handle is cold under your damp palms, and when you step out into the hallway you fully expect it to be empty. But instead, Ashton is leaning back against the wall directly across from you, his hooded, hazel eyes already locked on yours. He stands up straighter when he sees you; his arm flinches as if he wants to reach out to you but he’s not sure if he’s allowed to. You’re shocked to see him and your agape mouth shows it. You thought for certain that he would have gone back downstairs by now.

“Ashton,” his name leaves your lips and you hurry to close the distance between the two of you. His arms immediately welcome you into their warmth and you bury your face into the crook of his neck, relief washing through your muscles and allowing them to relax.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” he whispers into your hair, leaving a kiss where his breath fanned against, “I didn’t mean any of it– nothing that I said was true. I shouldn’t have yelled at you, and I shouldn’t have danced with Shelby tonight.” He slightly releases his hold so he can lean back far enough to see your pretty face. “I don’t feel anything for her anymore, you know that right?”

Ashton still having feelings for his ex was the first thing that crossed your mind when you saw them together at the wedding, but you avoided bringing that up in the argument because you were scared that he might confirm your suspicion, so hearing him deny it now all on his own is a huge comfort.

You subtly nod.

“Good.” Ashton brings his hands up to gently cup your jaw. “Because I love you so much, Y/n, and I don’t ever want to give you a reason to doubt that.”

The corners of your lips quirk into a small, forgiving smile, and while your mood is lifted you pull Ashton into the first kiss you’ve had since departing from the venue. He eagerly reciprocates the affection, traveling his long fingers from your face to your hair and tucking the strands sweetly behind your ears.

“I love you,” you mumble against his soft skin, forming your lips to his once more before turning around and heading toward the bedroom. You don’t hear Ashton follow, so you look over your shoulder to see what the hold up is.

He’s watching you shyly, his eyes low at first until they shoot up to meet with yours, a doe-like innocence and timid-puppy quality to them. It takes you a second to remember that you exiled him to the couch no more than a few minutes ago, which explains his out-of-character uncertainty.

“Aren’t you coming to bed?” you ask, extending your hand in his direction.

Ashton’s demeanor instantly brightens, and he’s walking toward you with no further hesitation after being granted your permission. He grabs your hand and pulls you into his chest, capturing your mouth with his in a kiss more passionate than anything you’ve felt all day. Your lips part briefly as he bends his knees to pick you up by your thighs, wrapping your legs around his narrow waist while his hands rest firmly on your backside to support your weight. His mouth is on yours again, his tongue begging for entrance, and a fit of giggles escape both of your throats by the time he carries you through the threshold and kicks the door closed behind him.      


Percabeth Headcanon: Fluff
  • He melts when she threads her fingers through the back of his hair as she casually reads.
  • He likes to draw figure eights lazily along her hip bone as they watch movies together.
  • Whenever his gets frustrated, she lightly kisses behind his ear until he calms down.
  • He likes to distract her from her architectural sketches when he’s bored by curling a piece of her hair around his finger and letting it spring back into place.
  • She wears only one of his big shirts on Saturday mornings just to watch him blush and stumble a bit as he makes breakfast.
  • He helps her de-stress by building a fort made from couch pillows and bed sheets in the living room, making popcorn and having the front open to the TV with her favorite movies.
  • She runs her fingers over his back muscles as he naps, she never failing to be impressed by his muscles among the scars he’s earned from quests. 
  • He loves it when she wears dangling earrings so he can play with them gently and watch them sway back and forth as she smiles softly at his childishness
  • She bought him a necklace with a trident on it for one of their anniversaries. He hasn’t taken it off since, and whenever she gets upset from a nightmare, he holds her close and she fiddles with the small piece of jewelry 
  • When he bought their wedding rings, he had the rings redone three times until he was absolutely sure the engraving on the insides was perfect, the more simpler one says Seaweed Brain and the more beautiful one reading Wise Girl
Princess of SAMCRO (Juice x Reader)

AN: So there’s a wordcount of over 10,000 words here, i hope you enjoy. In here Wendy is with Jax, and Abel is the only kid bc as all of you know i hate Tara and since there’s no Tara there’s no Thomas sadly.

Warnings: (First time writing)-Smut, Drinking, metions of death, sibling arguments, some fluff.

“Jaxy!” You whine from the leather black couch in the living room of your mother’s house.

You’re Jax’s sister, Gemma’s only daughter and the princess of the SAMCRO. Gemma has been raising you after her own heart, teaching you not to take any shit from anyone, especially the boys in the club. You’re about 4 years younger than Jax, which meant you barely got to know your father, John Teller. He still haunts your memories, his bike crashing into the semi when you were a little girl. You were 12 when he passed, and he was even coming to get you from school. It was a special day for you since you almost never got to ride with dad on his bike. It was when Opie’s dad Piney came up on his bike, you knew something was wrong. You could see Piney holding back tears as he dropped down on one knee, opening his arms welcoming you in. He was the one who broke the news to you. You were heartbroken and all you wanted was your mom and Jaxy. Now, you’re 26 and have Jax wrapped around your little finger, and you keep that boy in line as best as you can

“What do you want princess?” He exasperated, crossing his arms, looking down at you with a warm smile. You were the princess, and everyone treated you like one.  

“Can we go for a ride of your bike?” You looked up and him a big smile on your face. You begged Jax to let you get your own bike, he just repeats every time “I won’t let you taint such a pretty thing with pink like we all know you will”, you wanted to be apart of the club, but the whole no girls rule held you back from it, and Jax would never let you go in the line of danger.

“Alright I guess.” He says, defeat in his voice. He could never say no to you. You were his weak spot in the metal armour, he always kept you heavily protected, always made sure at least one person was with you at all times. It usually consisted of Opie, Happy, Tig, Juice, or Chibs. Jax wouldn’t trust anyone else with his baby sister.

“Yay!” You jumped up into his arms. “And Jaxy?” You take his hands into yours with a pouty face. “Can I please get my own bike?” You looked up at him with a puppy dog face, just begging him to let you fit in a little bit with the guys. “That’s up to mom Y/N.” He shook his head at how ridiculous his sister was acting.

You smiled, letting go of Jax’s hands before heading to the garage to get your helmet. Jax bought you one since you’ve been begging him to take you around so much.

“Oh!” A lightbulb just went off in your head. “We should go visit the club!” You said with a grin and you picked up your helmet, turning around to face your brother.

“If you say so.” Jax ruffles your hair before exiting the garage. That made you grumpy and you tried to fix your hair without a mirror. Jax just threw his leg over his bike laughing at how vain his sister is. God is she beautiful. He thought to himself, see his mother in her. Jax neglected to put his own helmet on, and Gemma Teller was on top of it.

“You better put your helmet on boy.” She hollered at him from the from door as she leaned into the door jam. Jax shook his head smiling as he reached behind him to get him helmet. “I’m 30 mom, I think I got this.” He says with a shit eaten grin on his face as he strapped in on underneath his chin. Gemma went back inside, but not before blowing a kiss to her daughter.

“Bye mom!” You yelled into the house. You walked over to Jax who was on his bike. You strapped your helmet on just as Jax started the bike, revving the engine. You throw your leg over the bike, feeling the vibrations go through your bones which gets your adrenaline pumping. You grab onto Jax’s leather kutte loosely, loving the freeing feeling.

-Something happens at around 92 miles an hour - thunder-headers drown out all sound, engine vibrations travels at a heart’s rate, field of vision funnels into the immediate and suddenly you’re not on the road, you’re in it. A part of it. Traffic, scenery, cops - just cardboard cutouts blowing over as you past. Sometimes I forget the rush of that.-

Jax pulled up to the club, backing into the first spot in the rows of bikes. You take your helmet off, leaping off the bike before Jax even turns it off. The boys just got back home from a very long run, to Las Vegas, and you missed all of your boy.! “Ope!” You beamed as you leaped into the big bears arms. He’s basically a second brother to you, and you loved him and his kids were amazing. “Hey there shorty.” Opie smiled.

Jax stayed back, lighting up one of his cancer sticks that you hate. You wished that he would just stop smoking. You still want a brother in 20 years, but he can’t get that through his thick skull.

You said your hellos to everyone else, having drinks with everyone catching up and laughing like you haven’t seen each other in 10 years.

The last one was Juice, who you didn’t see in the clubhouse. He must be in his dorm. “I gotta go pee.” You blurt out before hopping off of the bar counter and down the long hallway that holds all the dorms. At the very end, you even have your own dorm. Because when it comes to lockdowns, you’re the first one to be brought here.

The third door on the left. You repeat in your head. Being one of Jax’s watchdogs, Juice and you have become very, fond, of each other. Even though it breaks one of Jax’s forsaken rules, you’ve started to fall for Juicey.

You give a light knock on the door before slowly opening it. “Juice?” Your voice is barely a whisper. You’re so nervous, and you can’t place why. “Hey, Y/N.” Juice greets you and he appears from the bathroom, a towel around his waist and hot water dripping all over his built chest. You close the door behind you, locking it.

You rush over to Juice pressing your lips to his. Juice melts into the kiss, his hands resting on your waist. You press your forehead to his with a big smile spread across your face.

He’s made you the happiest girl ever, even if your relationship is kept a secret, and Juice could tell. “I missed you baby.” He whispers before kissing your nose. “I missed you too Juicey.” You wrapped your arms around his neck.  

“What was your excuse this time?” He asks you looking into your eyes. You giggled thinking about it. “I just kinda.. Blurted out that I had to pee.” You giggled out. Juice started laughing at you. “You might be the most blunt girl I’ve ever met.” He says and kisses behind your ear which is your sweet spot. You bite your lip smiling.

“I actually do have to pee, but then I should get back out there before someone starts getting suspicious.” You softly kiss his lips one more time before going into his bathroom shutting the door, sitting down on the toilet to pee.

Once you finished doing your thing, washed your hands and walked out. Juice now had a pair of jeans on but no shirt. You make your way over to him, kissing his forehead.

“You should go out first, then I’ll come out in a minute or two.” Juice gives you a big hug and a final kiss behind the ear. You nod, sighing. You honestly hate keeping this a secret. But you knew that if Jax found out that he would probably kill Juice. You looked down at his back chest, finger tracing over his tattoos before unlocking the door and walking back towards the boys.

You sit down next to Chibs, laying your head on his shoulder. “You need to let yer brother know lass.” He says, with lots of consideration in his voice. You just nod, trying to get yourself back into the mood. You took one of the shots that was sitting on the table and down it, the alcohol burning your throats but you love it anyways.

Juice comes out, with a plain black shirt on and his leather kutte lying on top. You don’t know how, but over time, Chibs eventually found out about your secret relationship with Juice, but you both knew he would never spill the beans about it, that was your job, not his.

You all sat and drank, some of you playing pool, for a few hours before Jax cleared his throat to speak. “Well, as fun as this is I think I should be heading home. I need to tuck Abel  in. And Wendy would hate me if I came home late again with nothing going on.” Jax stated, looking over to you.

“I think I can get a ride home from one of the guys. Please? I miss them!” You begged and pleaded. Jax became father-like to you whenever Gemma wasn’t around, it didn’t matter if you were 26 fricking years old.  

“Alright I guess, don’t stay out too late.” He mumbled with one of those stupid cigarettes in his mouth. Tig and some of the other boys started laughing. “Boy, she has you whipped, wrapped around her little finger.” Happy grinned over at him with a whiskey in his hand. Jax flipped all of the boys off shaking his head. “Your helmet will be on Chibs’ bike.” Jax told you. You nod, giving him a sweet smile in thanks.

Jax walked over to you, placing a kiss on your head before walking out toward the bikes. All you heard was the rumbling as he started it, before it faded into the distance.

6 hours later

For the most part all the boys cleared out, either had to get back to their ol’ ladies or needed to sleep the alcohol off. It seemed that whenever you came to the club, drunkenness always followed. Ope was about to head out, he grabbed his kutte from the back of the chair he was sitting on. “Do you need a ride?” He asks you. You shake your head before placing it on the table. You were sleepy, and you thought about just crashing here.

“I think I’m gonna stay here. I’m too drunk to move.” You groaned before letting out a cute, high pitched hiccup. Ope shook his head at you.

“Alright, you should give Jax a call, he’d probably want to know.” Ope says before heading toward his pickup truck, starting it up and going home to Donna and his kids. Chibs sighed, crossing his arms as he looked at you. “Yer gonna stay here with Juice aren’t ye lass?” He raised his eyebrow at you.

“I never get to spend time with him, and I’m wasted. My luck I’d fall off the back of a bike.” You giggle at the thought of that one. You’re a very clumsy being. You trip on flat ground, hit you elbow or hipbone or toe on furniture all the time, you walk in to walls. Not a good sight, and it gets even worse when you’re tipsy, and when you’re drunk that’s a whole other story.

“If ye say so love. Just be careful, ye don’t want Jacky finding out on his own. Yew should be the one to tell him.” Chibs gives you yet another one of his lectures.

You nod. “I’ll talk to Juice, maybe we’ll tell him tomorrow.” You looked down at your hands as you spun your thumbs around in circles. “Alright lass, I’m gonna head home. I probably have an impatient Jarry waiting on what’s taking me so long.” You both laughed at that.

You got up, stumbling down the hall. “Juiceyy!” You whined, holding yourself up against the wall. You press you back against the wall as a mean of support as you take off your heeled boots. Juice steps out of his dorm, leaving his door open.

“Hey, what’s up?” He asks rubbing his face with his hand. You clearly just either woke him up, or stopped him from trying to sleep. You extend your arms after you get your boots off trying to get him to bring you to his room.

Juice walks up to you and picks you up. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist. He could smell the alcohol radiating off your skin but he didn’t care. This wasn’t the first time he got to spend the night with you, but it was the first time with you this drunk.

“Hey, hey. Lay down babe.” He cooed in you ear as he laid you down before going back into the hall the grab your boots. He came back, setting your boots by the door.

You unbuttoned your white jeans and tugged them off. Juice went into his drawer and pulled out one of his white SAMCRO shirts for you to sleep in. You tossed your jeans by your boots, or as close as you could get them before lifting up your turquoise crop top and tossing it by your jeans. You happily took the shirt from Juice and slipped it on.

“Thank you.” You whispered looking up at Juice. He gently took your face into his large, calloused hands before kissing your lips. You kissed him back placing your hand right on top of his “son” and “shine” tattoos that are on his chest. Juice pulls back and looks into your eyes. “There’s no need to thank me Y/N, I’d do this for you any day. Now cmon, lets lay down” Juice pulls you back onto the bed so you’re laying down.

You both get under the sheets before snuggling into each other. Juice didn’t want to take advantage of you tonight, you were too far gone. So he just cared for you and let you stay in his bed. Soon enough both of you drifted to sleep.

The Next Morning

The light shined into the room. You grunted as you sat up, your head pounding like a bitch. Blinking and looking around you realized you weren’t in Juice’s room, you were in your own. He must’ve carried you into the room this morning, he’s always been an early riser.

Some knocks on your door and it makes you groan. “Come in.” You barely manage to get out. God you drank way too much last night. Jax walks in with his arms crossed, looking at you with a disappointing look on his face. You pull the comforter higher up to cover Juice’s shirt that you were planning on keeping hostage.

“Mom said you didn’t come home last night. And you didn’t leave either of us a phone call, nuthin’.” Jax explains to you. You nod. “I stayed here. I figured I was way to drunk to sit on the back of a bike and I even have my own bed so why not?” You say looking down.

“Hey, hey. I’m not mad darlin’. I just wish you left us a message. Mom was worried.” Jax rests his hand on your leg. You nod. “I was wayy too wasted for that Jaxy.” You giggled. He smiled laughing at the thought of the message you would have left either of them.

“Alright, well I gotta take the boys to school. But I just wanted to stop in and check in on you.” Jax says patting your leg before exiting your room.

You lay in your bed thinking to yourself. Maybe it’s time I move out and get settled in my own place, maybe even get a job. You gross yourself out at the thought of that, but you wanted to become more independent. You’re 26 still living with mom. But then again, your situation isn’t exactly the same situation as normal girls. You were the princess of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club for Christ sake.

You sigh to yourself. You know you need to get out of bed eventually. You toss the covers off and walk over to your closet, rummaging through the clothes you have there. You pull on a pair of black activewear shorts and leave Juice’s shirt on.

Peaking down the hall, you make sure the coast is clear before top-toeing down the hallway in case any of the prospects or the other guys are still in their dorms. The wooden flooring beneath you creaks, and you bolt. Going into Juice’s room. You know what door that was, Happy’s, and you know if he found out about you and Juice he would feel obligated to tell Jax. And you couldn’t have any of that today. Not unless you were the one to spill it.

“Easy there tiger.” Juice laughed. You just sigh sprawling yourself out on his bed. Juice was wearing his boxers and nothing else, you caught him in the middle of changing. But you didn’t care, all you cared about was the conversation you needed to have with him.

“So, I don’t know if you know. But Chibs somehow knows about us.” You started. You sat up, propping yourself up on your elbows. “We were talking last night. And it’s kind of fuzzy, but I still do remember a little bit. He thinks we should tell Jax.” You finished you sentence looking up at him.

He puts his jeans on before sitting down next to you. “Is that what you want?” He asks. “And I mean you. Not Chibs. And not me. You.” He clarified.

You looked over at him. “Yes. I don’t want this to be a secret anymore. It’s been going on for 4 years Juicey. I just want to be able to be in the same room as you and everyone else, not worrying about showing too much feeling towards you. I’m sick of the croweaters being all over you, And I don’t want someone else spilling the beans either, he’d disown me.” All you can do is choke up at the thought of that.

“Don’t think like that baby. I’m perfectly fine with it.” He looked down at you, wrapping his arms around you pulling you against his chest. You kiss his jaw lightly before standing up.  

“Thank you babe.” You thanked him, running your hand over his freshly shaven mohawk. Juice gently pushed your head up and pressed his lips to yours. His kisses were so soft and sweet, it warmed your heart. You kissed him back, moving onto his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing yourself closer to him.

You hear the roar of a single motorcycle from outside Juice’s window, Jax must be back. You hop of Juice’s lap. “I need to change my shirt so he doesn’t flip his shit right off the bat.” You smiled, blowing a kiss to Juice before rushing down the hallway into your room. You grab the closet thing you can find which happens to be a white tank top. It’ll have to do.

You walk out of your dorm, down the long hallway into the clubhouse. Jax walks in just as you do. You look over at him before walking over to him. “Hey Jax, can I talk to you for a minute?” You ask him trying to mask just how scared you are.

“Yeah of course you can sis, what’s up?” He drapes an arm around your shoulder as you walk back outside to sit on the picnic table. Your heart is racing, about to beat out of your chest. Jax sits down, his back facing the door to the clubhouse and you sit on the other side of him.

You look behind Jax to see Juice, now fully clothed, leaning against the doorframe. Chibs comes behind him, patting him on the shoulder. “How’d you find out?” Juice asks him. “She’s always sneaking away while you’re gone. And it doesn’t take 20 minutes to take a piss last time I checked lad.” Chibs grinned chuckling at how stupid you two must think he is.

“So, Jax. I don’t really know how to put this. I want to start off with please don’t get upset with me.” You start off, looking down at your hands. “For the past 4 years- I’ve been.. I’ve been kinda seeing Juice secretly. And, I really like him Jaxy..” You trail off, not knowing what else to say. Hesitantly, you look up into Jax’s eyes not knowing what to expect. Anger? Sadness?

“I had one rule Y/N. Don’t date a patch.” Jax’s voice was barely a whisper. You nod, looking down again. You began to feel disappointed in yourself.

“I’m sorry Jaxy. You just don’t understand..” You tried to explain. You couldn’t form the right words anymore. You were so close to breaking down right there.

“What do you mean I don’t understand?!” He starts raising his voice. “Having someone watching you 24/7? Always having someone right there behind you. Shit I can’t even go to a store to get personal shit on my own Jackson! You would never understand that!” By the end of your sentence you were crying, the dam broke and you couldn’t handle it anymore.

All that was left to do was walk away and let Jax take it all in. You slipped out from the picnic table and went to go back inside, but Jax grabbed your arm stopping you from doing so. “Don’t you understand? All I wanted to do was keep you safe! You know the risks that come with this shit.” He was still yelling at you, but not for the same reason anymore. Now, he was hurt. You could see the sadness in his pretty blue eyes.

“I know you wanted to keep me safe Jaxy. But you have to let me be a big girl. I love Juice.” You looked over at Juice, who was in the same spot you saw him in last. He knew this was hard for you, but he also knew this had to happen.

Jax let go of your arm and sighed pushing his hair back. “I need to ride and clear my head.” He says walking over to his bike.

You go over to Juice and Chibs. “He probably hates me now.” You sighed out as you wiped your eyes of the tears. “I doubt he could ever hate ye lass.” Chibs rubs your shoulder, trying to let you know that he’s here for you. You just shrug, it’s been a really emotional day for you and it’s only noon. Well, now that your relationship with Juice is out in the open, you don’t have to hold back. And that feels great.

Juice wraps his arms around you, hugging you. You hugged him back pressing your face into his chest. Tig walks in with a raised eyebrow looking over at you two and then Chibs, who took the hint and walked away. Tig leaned against the bar looking at the two lovebirds. “And what the hell did I miss?” He asks Chibs pointing over at you guys.

“They’ve been together for years, they just broke the news to Jax who didn’t take it so well. I had to keep Juice from interfering. Y/N and Jax needed to yell it out which turned into riding it out and in Y/N’s case, cry it out.” Chibs explained to Tig. Tig nodded, understanding the situation.

“I never want to leave your arms.” Your voice was muffled by Juices white shirt, which now was stained with tears. Juice guides you back down the hallway into his dorm, knowing you don’t want an audience to watch you have a breakdown.

You sit on Juice’s bed, with your back pressed up against the headboard. “Do you want me to get you a change of clothes from your room babe?” He asks sitting in front of your curled up legs, rubbing your bare leg. You nod wiping your eyes of the tears. “Just get me a pair of grey sweatpants, and a set of bra and panties if you would.” You ask him sniffling. He nods before heading out of his dorm to head down to yours.

You go through his top drawer and find your favourite long sleeve SAMCRO black shirt of his. It smelled like him, and you loved it. Juice comes back in with exactly what you asked for and his shirt that you tried, and obviously failed, to hide from him. You just want one shirt of his, but now that everything is out in the open he might not have an issue with it.

“I think I’m gonna take a shower, if you don’t mind.” You put down the shirt of Juice’s on his desk chair. You walk into the bathroom, nudging the door shut with your foot which in turn meant it didn’t shut all the way. You start to strip, taking your tank and shorts off, followed by your bra and panties.

You grab your kimono that you have behind the door and put it on tying it around your waist. Juice had always let you leave little things in his dorm. Like your kimono so you can take a bath or a shower, a toothbrush, a brush and shampoo and conditioner since he damn well doesn’t have any hair. Just small things.

You turn the shower on, letting it warm up before you get in. Juice sneaks up behind you without any warning and puts his hands on your waist, which scares the shit out of you. You jump, turning around and smiling realizing it was the one and only.

“Don’t do that!” You scold him and slap him shoulder. He laughs a little before kissing your lips. His arms go from around your waist to gripping your ass. Your bodies pressed so close together you can feel his bulge start to grow. He moves one hand up your back, his fingers leaving a trail up your spine before he settles on the back of your neck. He uses it to pull you into a deep kiss, biting your lower lip softly. You pull his shirt over his head and toss it out of the bathroom and you place kisses down his neck and chest before sinking to your knees. You undo his belt, and unzip his jeans tugging them down a little.

You pull down his boxers and his member is proudly protruding in your face and lick the tip of his cock. You suck on the tip, teasing him with it. Looking up you see Juice biting his lip and throwing his head back. You take the base of his cock into your hand, pumping slowly. Taking in more of his dick is when he began to moan, putting a hand on the back of your head. You hollowed your cheeks as you took in more of him, with his hand holding you there. As you came up, you dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock, which always turns him on.

“Fuck Y/N.” Juice was barely able to get that out. You went back down, taking his entire, very large, length into your mouth with hollowed cheeks and keeping it there with the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat .”Jesus Christ.” He moans louder. Juice can’t  help but grab ahold of your hair, he does that when he’s close. That’s when he takes control.

He begins to fuck your mouth, thrusting in at his own rhythm each time his tip hitting the back of your throat before his letting his hot seed shoot to the back of your throat. Juice slowly stopped, before pulling you up and kissing your lips. He untied your kimono, leaving it on the floor as he grabbed your boob. He took your other boob into his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nipple.

You moaned loudly, grabbing the back of Juice’s neck. He pinched you nipple as he bit your other nipple, causing a gasp to escape from your lips. You took Juice’s face into your hands bringing him up and kissing his lips.

“So how about that shower?” You ask Juice with a wink. He couldn’t get his pants the rest of the way off quicker. You get get into the shower first, letting the hot water wash over you. Juice gets in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pushes your hair out of the way before kissing your shoulder. You put your hands on top of his, moving your head to the side for easier access.

Juice turned you around, pressing your back against the cool tiles which makes you arch your back. He grabs his own dick, pumping himself a few times before lifting one of your legs with his free hand and slowly inserting himself into you.

Juice starts a slow and steady pace, stretching and filling you perfectly. You grab him face and give him a sloppy kiss, which make him increase him speed. You moan against his lips, biting down on his lower lip and tugging. “You’re so tight baby.” He moaned into your ear.

You dug you nails into his shoulder blades in pleasure as you ached your back, pressing your chest closer to his as the hot water flowed between the two of your bodies.  Juice groaned as his thrusts became faster. You dragged your nails down his back, leaving red scratches all over. His hands grabbed your waist as he brought you down one last time, both of you reaching your climax.

Juice comes inside you, his pace slowing down but not stopping as he helps you ride out your orgasm. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, so warm and gentle.

“I love you Juicey.” You mumble against his lips. A big, goofy smile spreads across his face. “I love you too Y/N.” He whispers. Juice pulls himself out of you, letting your leg fall back down to the bottom of the shower.

The hot water continues to run over you both. Juice grabs the body wash and starts to bathe you, letting the suds form around your whole body. He takes his sweet time, enjoying every part of this. You grab your shampoo and wash your own hair as Juice caresses your breasts. You take what’s left of the shampoo on your hands and rub it through Juice’s mohawk.

You finish up bathing each other before getting out, wrapping yourselves in towels heading back into the room. Drying yourself off, you slip into your panties that Juice brought, which are his favourite pink lace ones with the matching pink lace bra to match it.

Juice sits on the bed with his black boxer briefs on watching you get dressed. You slipped on his shirt before going over to him, straddling his waist. You give him a sweet tender kiss on the lips before you’re rudely interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Jax is back.” Tig gave you both a heads up just before you could hear his boots walking off in the distance. You toss your head back grunting. “My brother has to ruin everything.” You say sliding off of Juice’s lap getting your sweats on.

“He’s just being protective of you, and I can understand why.” Juice says from behind you as he gets his jeans and boots on before putting on a fresh new white shirt. Your subconscious was telling you that you shouldn’t wear this shirt, that it would upset Jax, but you didn’t care. It gave you comfort.

After you were both dressed, you lead the way down the hall to see a still rather pissed Jax standing there with his arms crossed, waiting for you. Everyone cleared out, except for Chibs who sat at on a bar stool. And you stand in front of Jax with Juice behind you waiting for whatever is going to happen.

“I understand that you have feelings for each other. But, I just can’t handle my baby sister dating one of the patches.” They’re my brothers Y/N. Jax explained to you with a raspy voice.

“I’m not a baby Jackson! I’m 26 years old, I think I can make my own choices, and Juice is my choice. Take it or leave it.” You barely stood your ground, your voice had a slight quiver to it. But you didn’t cry.

“I’m gonna leave it then. For now at least. I can’t handle it but I’m not gonna make you two break up because of it.” Jax turned around and walked back out. Chibs got down and followed him out and you could tell he was upset with Jax.

You turn to Juice, truly saddened by everything that went down today. “It’s gonna be okay baby.” Juice stepped forward taking him into your arms.

Chibs jogged over to Jax, who was sitting on his bike smoking a cigarette. “So what? Yer just gonna disown yer own sister? She’s in dere heartbroken because of ye.” The scot scolded Jax for his behavior today.  

“She’ll survive. She’s just like her mother. And she brought this on herself.” Jax spat taking a drag of his cigarette, the smoke filling his lungs. Chibs wanted to smack him for that.

“Ye know son, keep talkin’ like that and yer gonna get yerself a beating one of these days.” Chibs finished before walking away towards T.M. Jax didn’t know what to do anymore. He should’ve known this was going to happen, but he was oblivious to the fact.

Juice sat on the roof with your head in his lap, your body stretched across the couch. “I don’t know what I’m going to do anymore Juicey.” You sniffled. You hadn’t been crying in a little bit, but you always had the sniffles after you cried.

“Come stay at my apartment. Get away from Jax and Gemma for a little bit.” Juice suggested as he stroked his long fingers through your hair. You shifted your body so you were now laying on your back and looked up at Juice.

“Really?” You asked him. He nodded. “You’re always welcome at my place Y/N, you know that. You need a break from family for a little bit. I can see it in your eyes.” Juice told you. He was amazing. You sat up and kissed his lips and he kissed you back.

He pulled away and stood up offering his hand out to you. You take it and let Juice pull you up. You both walk over to the latter that leads back down to the hallway. Juice went down first and then you followed after him. Juice got a nice look at your ass as you carefully climbed down. As you walked down the hall he slapped your ass, which you turned around and gave him a glare for.

“Babe, do you have a bag that I can pack stuff in? I don’t have anything here and I don’t wanna go to moms house. She asks too many questions.” You asked Juice as you both walked into your room.

“Yeah, I have my backpack that we use for runs. I’ll go grab it for you.” Juice offered, grinning from cheek to cheek. You’ve never stayed at his place, yeah you’ve hung out there with him but you’ve never spent the night there before. This was a big leap for you two, and you were as happy as you could be about it.

Rummaging through your clothes, grabbing only the bare necessities knowing you could come back for more. Juice walked in, with the black backpack that had the Sons patch right on top in hand. “This should do.” He tosses it on your bed before sitting on the edge.

You finish packing, putting a pair of black sneakers on. “I’m ready Juicey.” You smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips.

Both of you head out, walking down the hallway. Juice lead, with you following but your hands laced together. You had Juice’s backpack on your back, which caught some glances. “What was Y/N doing with a Juice’s backpack on her back?” Was the thought going through everyone’s heads. But some knew. They heard everything that went down today, it’s kind of hard not to when two siblings are screaming in each other’s faces.

You both ignored the stares and the whispers. Your secret was out, and you didn’t want to waste any more time hiding your love for your Juicey.

You did catch one particular persons eye. Jax, who still sat on his bike pissed at the whole situation. And now what? Juice was taking his sister to live with him now too? That angered Jax even more, as he took a final drag of his cigarette. He threw it on the ground, crushing it with his foot.

“I’ll go get your helmet off of Chibs’ bike. Just go wait by my bike.” Juice nods over to his Harley before walking over to the bike that just had to be next to Jax’s.

“If you hurt my sister I swear to god-“ Jax had full blown anger in his voice, but was cut off by Juice. “Looks like you’ve already hurt her enough.” Juice told him, looking dead into his eyes. Jax curled his hands up into fists, snarling, before reaching up and knocking Juice in the face sending him back a couple feet.

You drop the backpack next to Juice’s bike before running over to Juice, as Jax just punched a second time. Juice socked Jax in the face right as you got there. You stood between them, trying to keep them from ripping each others heads off.

Tig and Happy came rushing over to see what the commotion was, noticing a bloody Jax and Juice. “Enough both of you!” You snapped.

They looked at you with disbelief. You shook your head in disgust at your brother, whose hair was a mess. Grabbing Juice’s arm you yanked him away from the group of guys and back to his bike leaving Jax to get cleaned up by Chibs most likely. “Will you be okay to ride?” You ask him sighing at how childish he was acting.

“I’m fine baby.” He smiled looking down. He had a cut on his eyebrow and one on his lip. He was most likely going to have a black eye. “Okay sweetheart, I’ll clean you up when we get to your place.” You whisper placing a kiss on his nose lightly careful not to hurt him.

Juice got on his bike, starting it up. You put his backpack on your back, and grabbed your helmet, latching it on tightly under your chin. You throw your leg over the bike, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your head to his back as he pulled out. The roar of the bike filled your ears, as Juice drove away.


Juice pulled up to his apartment, the rumble of his bike softening and he kicked out the kickstand letting his bike stand up on his own. You got off the bike and unstrapped the helmet still letting it sit on your head. Juice also got off and grabbed the keys of his bike which also had his house keys on it

You both walked up the stairs before getting to his apartment. “Home sweet home.” He smiled before opening the door. You set your helmet on the table and the backpack right next to the door.

“Lets go get you cleaned up.” You tell him, looking up at his face which had blood running down it. Grabbing his arm, you dragged Juice into the bathroom. “Sit.” You command.

“Love a girl who can take control.” He mused with a grin spread across his face as he sat on the toilet seat. You rolled your eyes at the comment.

You went back into the hallway of his apartment and into the small closet to grab a rag. Going back into the bathroom you wet the rag begin to lightly dab the blood off of his face. When is he going to stop getting beat up? Is all you thought yourself as you cleaned up your beaten boyfriend.

The head wound now has a bandaid on it, which is good enough, and there wasn’t anything you could really do for the cut on the lip. So you just lightly kiss it better.

“Do you want something to eat?” He asks you, changing the subject off of him and onto you, nothing new for him.

“I’m not really that hungry, do you wanna play video games?” You offered as an exchange. He smiled standing up as both of you walked out of the room and over to the couch. You were a girl of his own heart.

Juice turned on his PlayStation and put in Mortal Kombat for you two to play before walking back to the couch and sitting. You loved playing with Juice, you both were very competitive with your video games. The princess never liked to lose, and Juice didn’t believe in letting people win. Juice had one leg on the couch with the other on the ground, bent sitting comfortably. You sat down in front of him with your legs crossed and your back pressed to his chest. This is how you two always sat while playing video games, until one of you were on a winning streak and the other thought you were cheating so they moved to the floor.

After hours of kicking each other’s asses, with you both having small winning steaks, you yawned loudly starting to get tired. You paused your current match and turned your body around so you were facing Juice.

“I’m tired, can we watch movie or something?” You asked resting your head on his shoulder.”Of course baby.” He kissed your cheek before slipping out from underneath your body to go glance at the movies.

“What movie do you wanna watch?” Juice asks you. You didn’t even have to think twice about it. “Star Wars!” You giggled reaching in front of you to get a sip of water. He smiles to himself as he puts the new Star Wars movie into the DVD player.

Juice walks back to the couch. “God I love you.” He said with a smile reaching his eyes. “I know.” You said back. It was a cheesy quote, but you knew Juice would love it, and he did. He bent down and gave you a kiss on the lips.

You get up, letting Juice spread out on the couch so you can lay on top of him. The movie started and both of your eyes glued to the screen. You both were huge nerds, something you had in common. Jax always made fun of you for it growing up.

As the movie went on, you found it hard to keep your eyes open, your eyelids feeling heavy. You finally stop fighting it and close your eyes, snuggling closer into Juice’s side.Juice had his arm around your waist, rubbing small circles into your lower back. He grabbed the remote and turned the movie off. Carefully, he picked you up and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom.

“Y/N, baby. Let go and lay down sweetheart.” He cooed in your ear. He gently lowered you onto his queen sized bed. You took your sweats off, tossing them by the wall and took your shirt off doing the same. Juice took his pants and shirt off, leaving both of you in your underwear. You got under the covers, you might have struggled being half asleep but you managed, and Juice did the same

He spooned you, wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you as close as possible to him. You shoved your cold feet in between his legs, startling him slightly but he let you keep them there. Eventually, you both slowly drifted off to sleep.

Your eyes flutter open at the sound of birds chirping outside of the window. Juice’s arm is still locked around your waist, with his warm breaths on the back of your neck. You turn around so your facing him, his eyes still closed. “It’s rude to stare yknow.” Juice mumbles, his voice heavy from sleep. You smile and placing a kiss on his nose.

“How’s your head?” You question quietly, gently grazing your finger over the bandaid on his eyebrow. A light shade of purple started forming under Juice’s left eye. You sigh typo your spelt in disbelief. Why did they have to fight? You thought to yourself

“It hurts, but I’ll be okay baby.” He reassures you, placing a kiss to your forehead. “Do you want me to make breakfast?” You ask him looking up into his eyes.

“That’d be great babe.” He agreed and slid out of the covers. You take in his body, like you do every time you see him with his shirt and pants off. You bite your bite smiling as you watch him get dressed. “Enjoying the show?” He walked over to your side of the bed and leaned over you, kissing your lips.

“You bet I am Juicey.” You grin as you get out of bed yourself. Juice playfully slaps your ass as you walk by him. You turn around and blow him a kiss before walking out, heading towards the kitchen, not bothering to get dressed.

Juice knew what you were playing at. He knew you were trying to drive him nuts walking around in only a lace bra and matching thong. And god was it working.  

He followed you out of the room and into the kitchen sitting down at the dining table to observe you as you cooked. You went into the fridge to see what you had to deal with. Juice kept a fully packed fridge, full of healthy and fresh food. Everything in his house was spotless, all organized perfectly. Juice’s phone rigging from the coffee table takes his attention away from you, and sends a wave of confusion over you.

Juice walks into the living room grabbing his burner phone. “Hello?—“ He asks. The answer he got caused him to furrow his brows. “Hang on.—“ You can hear the seriousness in his voice and it worries you. Juice walks into back into the bedroom and grabs his kutte, coming back out and stepping outside to have the conversation in peace.

You begin to hyperventilate at the thoughts running through your mind. Did something happen to Jax? Or your mom? Or Abel? You try and shake the thoughts out of your head as you walk into the bedroom grabbing one of Juice’s shirts. Putting it on, you take a inhale deeply into the soft fabric. It may not be him, but it always stopped a panic attack in its steps.

“Alright.— I’ll get us there as soon as possible.—“ Juice’s voice came back into the house as you heard the door close behind him. With the click of his phone, footsteps came towards the room. You turned to him waiting to see what he has to say.

“What’s going on Juan? Who was that?” You start to panic. He walks over to you, making shushing sounds as he takes your hands into his. “Shh, babe calm down.” He runs a hand through your hair.

He knows your triggers, you have always had issues with anxiety. After you two got together though, his OCD tamed down and your anxiety did the same. But you still had your flair ups, like you were having right now.

“The clubs in some deep shit with the Irish. We’re going on lockdown. That was Tig on the phone and Jax told him that he wants you there right now. He’s pissed about a bunch of shit right now.” Juice finally explained to you what was happening.

Juice wrapped his arms around you, seeing that everything he just said made everything worse for you. “We shouldn’t have told Jax, this probably just made stuff worse for him.” You mumbled. You were feeling so weak right now. If your mother saw you, she would be disappointed. She raised you better than to cry at everything that came your way.

“It’s gonna be okay babe. Everything is gonna be okay.” Juice whispered, his words covered in love and kindness. He slowly slid down onto the floor bringing you down with him. He pressed your back to his chest, with you sitting in-between his legs. His arms were tightly wrapped around you as you brought your legs up to your chest. This is how you got your anxiety to pass, and it almost always worked.

Your breathing started to regulate after what felt like hours of being curled in a ball hyperventilating, and your heart rate slowed to its regular pace too. “You okay now baby?” Juice place a soft kiss on the back of your neck. You nod getting up and taking one last deep breath. “Do you think it’s gonna be a long lockdown? I don’t know how long I can take of an enclosed space with my mother.” You offer Juice a hand to help him up, trying to be kind even though you both know if you really had to do that he’d pull you down before you’d pull him up.

He takes it, and pushes himself up while using your hand to pull you into a hug. “It’ll be okay Y/N, you’re always able to get through it. You sigh in defeat, nodding as you pack up what small bag you had. “You might want to get some pants on though, everyone is gonna be at the clubhouse.” Juice winks at you.

You just roll your eyes. Yeah like I’m gonna go there like this. You thought. You pulled out a pair of black jean shorts, putting them on and putting the backpack on your back. “Let’s go back to see the wrath of my brother.” You grumbled as you walked out of the house, both of you hand in hand.

Juice pulled up to the clubhouse and the prospects had to open the gates. Slowly pulling in, you see the loved ones of all the bikers gathering in and around the club. He parks his Dyna and you get off, placing your helmet on the back of the bike.

You see Jax leaning against your mom’s office door, smoking a cigarette. Should I go over there or wait for him to come to me? You were repeating your options in your head. Juice snakes an arm around your waist which brings you out of thought. “They’re probably going to be calling us to church soon.” He warns you as you both walk up to the crowd of people.  

“I know.” You say placing a kiss to his cheek. Before walking off to say hi to the old ladies that you’re going to be stuck with for who knows how long. Juice and yourself parted ways as Juice went to go talk with Chibs and Bobby about club stuff most likely.

You did however catch the eye of Gemma who came over to you, bumping into people along the way. “And where the hell have you been, sweetheart?” Your mother demands, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. You give her a grunt at her actions. “Didn’t Jax tell you?” You answered her question with another question. She just shook her head and grabbed your arm pulling you outside of the club so you could have a private conversation.

“Tell me what?” She raised her eyebrow at you. You sighed. Of course he didn’t tell her, you had to. “I was with Juice.. At his place.” Your voice trailed off as your rubbed your arm uncomfortably. How was she going to take it? Was she going to be like Jax? Or was she going to be like Chibs?

A grin spread across her face. “So you two finally came out, huh?” She said smugly. You let out an uneasy laugh, it seemed almost awkward. “Y-yeah. Jax didn’t take it so well.” You stammered over your words.

“Of course he didn’t baby, you gotta give him some time. You press him too hard and you both will end up more hurt than where you started.” You nodded at her response before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

You walked back into the club to see the boys make their way into church. Juice looks over his shoulder at you and you give him a wink before going to see where your little nephew got into.

You see Wendy sitting at the table with Abel on her lap coloring in his superhero coloring book. You sit down across from them with a smile on your face. “Hey there little man, whatcha doin’?” You ask him as you peer over his crayon.

“Just coloring, why were you with Juice Aunty?” He asks you as he switches out colours. Your smile widened at his question. You loved Abel to death, you were there when he was born and you helped her get clean after that. You even helped the two stay together. Not only for Abel, but because you knew how much they loved each other. You were both of their sound boards when they had a thought day, and they’d talk about each other nonstop but refused to say it to the other’s face. So you made them, and look where that got them? The two of them a happy family with Abel.

“He’s Aunty’s boyfriend.” You looked down at Juice’s shirt as you said that. It’s the first time you’ve called him your boyfriend out loud, and you loved it. Wendy looked at you with happiness across her face and in her face.

“So Y/N finally found someone.” She giggles out. You couldn’t help but laugh with her. She was happy for you because she knew how much of a pain your brother was, how he scared off anyone you dated growing up. Hell, he even got Ope and Happy to join in sometimes.

“I did. And I’m gonna go grab a beer, do you want one?” You offered her as you stood up. “Sure hun.” Wendy ran her hands through her sons hair as she answered you. You nodded as you walked over to the bar. Phil the prospect was standing behind the bar serving the drinks out to the old ladies that had to stay here for the next few days or weeks.

“Hey there Phil,” you start with a smile. “Two beers please love.” You asked him as you took a seat in the booth. Phil was one of the prospects that they called in when they made Half-Sack a full-patch. He gave a short nod before going into the fridge behind him, and handing you two cold beers that are already opened. He never did talk much, he still was shy even though he’s been a prospect for almost a year, so you always tried to be as sweet as can be with him.

“Thank you.” You thanked him before walking back over to Wendy and handing her a beer. You both took a sip out of your beer before all of the guys walked out of church with Jax proudly leading the pack.

“Alright everyone. We’re sorry to inconvenience you, but if you’re here you probably know why. You’re important friends and family to the club and we don’t want you getting hurt.” Jax explained to everyone in the clubhouse, he says the spiel every time we go on lockdown. “Bad stuff is going down right now, and we have a target on all of our backs. So we ask you to be patient while we sort this out, but we don’t know how long this will take.” He finished before walking off to do god knows what before the club goes out to risk their lives.

5 hours later

This was always the hardest part of lockdowns for you. When the boys, who you considered either brothers, best friends, or father figures, went out to do who the hell knows what, killing who knows how many people, for who knows how long. Within the past for years on lockdowns you only got to say goodbye to Jax and the rest, maybe a vague goodbye to Juice and every time it killed you.

What if he got killed? And you didn’t get to give him a kiss goodbye. Just a good luck and a pat on the back. You two were extra cautious, never wanting to show too much emotion. Your anxiety always skyrocketed when your boys left. You often ended up locking yourself up in your room with a bottle or two of booze waiting for them to get back to you safely.

You were in Juice’s room, strapping on his bulletproof vest with your heart about to beat out of your chest. “Promise me you’ll be safe, I can’t lose you.” You mumble as you strap the last piece of velcro to the vest.

Juice turns around and takes your face into his hands. “I promise baby.” He places a kiss on your lips. You kissed him back and placed your hands on top of his vest. “I love you.” He whispers against your lips. “I love you too.” You place another light kiss to his lips.

A loud knock on the door interrupts the two of you, starling you at the same time. “Alright lovebirds, hope you have your clothes on.” Tig jokes as he opens the door with his hand dramatically covering his eyes.

“You’re all good Tiggy.” You laugh. “Well sorry to take your boyfriend away from you doll, but the guys are going to start heading out.” Tig says. You give Juice one last hug, before going over to Tig and hugging him. “C’mon babe, let’s get you back home as soon as possible.” You beckon for Juice putting your hand out for him. He takes it interlacing his fingers as he leads the way out into the clubhouse.

You see all of the guys saying there goodbyes, before your eyes land on the one you were looking for. Jax. Who is saying goodbye to Abel and Wendy

You slowly make your way over there, hugging everyone goodbye as you get over there. You finally reach him. “Hey, can I talk to you?” You ask Jax. He places a kiss on Abel’s head before stepping aside with you.

“Look, I’m sorry for everything that happened yesterday. But can we put both of our thick skulls aside for a moment so I can make sure you don’t run off and get yourself killed because of everything that’s going on. I love you Jaxy.” You wrap your arms around his neck bringing him down for a hug.

Jax gripped you tight and you couldn’t help but smile. “I couldn’t have said it better. I love you too Princess.” He whispers in your ear.

Juice and Gemma stand across the room watching the two siblings make up. “If you hurt my daughter I’ll cut you. But I don’t think I have to worry about that, you two seem to make each other very happy.” Gemma warned Juice. He nodded, looking down at his feet with a smile.

Gemma didn’t know just how happy Y/N made him. She quieted the voices in his head. Her smile made him forget about a stressful day at the club. Her hug made him feel like he wasn’t alone anymore. She made him feel like he was worth something. And he loved her with everything he had. She is what made him get through these life-threatening situations, she made him want to survive. He saw a future with her, finally someone wasn’t going to leave because he’s too clingy. She loved how clingy he was.

“I promise to love her with everything I have Gem, trust me.” Juice said before he was distracted from the conversation. Jax was calling the guys to their Harley’s, to go put an end to the Irish threats.

You gave Jax a final kiss on the cheek before shooing him off. All of the guys parted from their Ol’ ladies or their kids and walked out of the club. You, Gemma, Wendy, and Lyla were all standing right outside the club blowing a kiss to whichever biker had their heart. In your case, you had two. A brother and a boyfriend.


It was nearly 4 in the morning when the boys got back. Juice quietly opened the door to his dorm, not knowing if you crashed in here or in your own room. As he walked in, he saw you on his side of the bed, hugging his pillow. He also spotted bottles in front of the bed, from wine to beer to whiskey, you drank when you got worried.  

Juice got undressed as quietly as possible, leaving himself only in his boxers as he got into bed. Even though you were on his side, he made do. He pulled the comforter over himself and wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer.



Jerome coming after you after his rebirth.

Time passed at an agonizingly slow pace. For now you remained hidden in the darkness of your small home; laying sideways between your couch and the farthest wall from the living room door. Your heart raced in fear as you pressed yourself against the polished wood of your floor. There was no buzz of electricity to be heard through the walls, and the lights you had kept on in the dining room were out - resulting in the conclusion that the intruder had cut the power.

The throb of your own pulse was the only sound you could hear. That and your shaking breath. A lump had formed in your throat as you waited, breathing in the dust that tickled your nose.

Suddenly the silence was interrupted by the haunting scream of footsteps. The heavy footfalls quickly approached your hiding place, lurking mere feet away. You held your breath and waited.

A scream passed your lips as the intruder’s clammy hands took hold of your ankles and dragged you out from where you hid.

“Boo.” Cackled the resurrected ginger.

and you drive me wild

Howdy, kiddos, and welcome to the first installment of my newest Lams story! It’ll be updated right here on my blog every Wednesday at 8 pm EST, and will be posted to Ao3 in May, when it has been fully posted here. With that, I’m just gonna let the story speak for itself ;) Enjoy!! (The title is adapted from the Tegan and Sara song “Drove Me Wild” )

PART ONE: Laurens’ Family Ford Dealership

“Laf! Laf!” Alex shouted from the living room, excitedly bouncing up and down on the couch. When he got no response he began to shout even louder. “LAFAYETTE!”

He heard a crash from somewhere upstairs and knew Laf had finally heard him. The other boy grumbled as he descended the stairs. The first few times Alex had called him like this, Lafayette had been worried. He’d thought something had happened to his adoptive brother. But now he knew why Alex was calling him and, as endearing as it was at first, it was getting kind of old.

“Mon ami,” Laf said with a sigh. “I thought we went over this.”

“I know but he’s wearing a new shirt this time and it brings out his eyes and goes with his skin tone so well and––”

“Oh my god,” Laf groaned, cutting Alexander off. “You, mon ami, have the worst crush I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh please,” Alex said, pausing the commercial again. “You had the worst crush on Adrienne, and then on Herc.” Alex rolled his eyes.

“They were real people, mon ami,” Laf said flatly. “And besides, it all worked out quite, how you say, fantastically.” He winked at Alex.

“Not everyone ends up in such an ideal poly relationship, Laf. And besides, car boy is a real person. I just haven’t met him yet.”

“You don’t even know his name,” Lafayette said. He crossed his arms and looked down at Alex, who only rolled his eyes again in return.

“Uh, yeah, I do. It’s in the commercial.” Alex rewound the commercial to the start and pressed play.

A man with pale skin and jet black hair–– clearly dyed–– dressed in a navy suit and golden tie was front and center on the screen. His smile was huge and obviously fake. Behind him were various car models, and standing around him were five children.

While they were clearly related, all of the children had much tanner skin, and the oldest boy–– the one Alex had been lusting after for some time now–– and the two girls had smattering of freckles across their faces. All of the children had varying shades of brown curly hair that Alex thought made them look like a group of little angels.

And, well, it was clear who his favorite angel was.

The man in the center of the children was rambling excitedly about the cars for sale at his dealership. “So come on down to Laurens’ Fords today, because––”

At this point, all of the children joined in and shouted the line with him.

“Buying Ford is the American way!”

Sometimes Alex said that line with the kids. Other times, he strained to pick out the oldest boy’s voice. This time, he just sat on the couch looking up at Lafayette with a smug grin.

“His name is Laurens.” He looked like he’d just won some game.

“His first name, mon ami,” Laf clarified.

“Well it’s not like that’s something you’d say in a commercial,” Alex huffed.

Laf’s eyes softened a bit. “All I’m saying is be careful, mon ami. Crushes are fine, but you do not know this boy, and chances are high that you never will.”

Alex flicked the TV off and sprang off the couch, causing Laf to take a few wobbly steps backwards as Alexander got all up in his face.

“I will know him! Just you wait.”

With that, Alexander ran upstairs to his room. He had a lot of planning to do.


Jace & Simon adopt twin cats together. Jace is away a lot because of his Shadowhunter duties and Simon copes by sending an excessive amount of photos/videos of their cats to his boyfriend.

Jace has… complicated feelings about the bee filter, but he loves Simon so he deals with it. He especially loves Simon when he surprises Jace with dinner when he finally comes home from work, and then insists on Jace being the little spoon when they go to bed.

Simon in turn loves Jace a bit extra when he comes home from weeks of working in Idris and the first thing he does is kiss Simon, and the second thing is pick up the cats to cuddle them hello. That is usually — okay, always — followed by the four of them in a tangled mess on the living room couch, with Jace telling stories from work intermixed with Simon recounting the multiple vampire dramas that had happened since they last saw each other. Eventually, they’d fall asleep, and not wake until the early hours of the morning when the cats wanted to be fed.

Jace hates being awake at four in the morning, but weirdly, he doesn’t hate it nearly as much when there are two adorable cats twisting around his feet and softly pawing at his legs, and he even comes close to liking it when there’s a half-naked boyfriend with adorable bed head waiting for him.

3AM Talk
  • <p> <b></b> Farkle is staying over at Riley's place for Christmas. It's their junior year of high school.<p/><b>Location:</b> Matthews's living room.<p/><b></b> Farkle is sleeping on the couch. Riley walks in from her room. She goes over to the couch. She starts shaking Farkle to wake him up.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Farkle, wake up!<p/><b></b> He doesn't wake up. She grabs a pillow and throws it at his head.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Ow! (Looks around and sees Riley) Why did you do that?<p/><b>Riley:</b> So you would wake up.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Why?<p/><b>Riley:</b> I couldn't sleep and I want to talk to you.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Do you want to go to your bay window?<p/><b>Riley:</b> How about we stay here?<p/><b></b> Farkle sits up and makes room for Riley on the couch. She sits down. They face each other.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> What's wrong?<p/><b>Riley:</b> I'm worry about the future. This year is the most important school year in high school. I'm scared that I will let the pressure get to me and no colleges will think I'm good enough for them.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Riley, you are one of the smartest people I know. You have accomplished so much...<p/><b>Riley:</b> What did I accomplished?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> In the past year alone, you were voted captain of the debate team.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Only because you didn't want to be captain.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> The only reason I didn't want to be captain was because I know you are a better captain than I'll ever be. You are a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for. You are still tied with me for the most A's, which my dad hates by the way. (Riley laughs) Everyone loves and respects you.<p/><b>Riley:</b> (looks away from Farkle) Do they though? Don't they see a childish person when they see me? I still use a bunny nightlight. I talk to stuff animals. And they talk back. I always try to ignore when things changed.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Everyone hates change. And the other things you mentioned, makes you who you are. It makes you Riley, my best friend. There's nothing wrong with that. You are serious when you need to be, but you also have this innocence that people lose as they get older. I'm happy that you never lost that. It's one of the many things I love about you.<p/><b>Riley:</b> (looks at Farkle and smiles) You mean that?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I do. You helped me to have fun and let loose when I'm stressed. Remember the time, when we were studying at my place and it was raining? (Riley nods her head yes) I was worried about the final exams and you made me go outside, and danced with you in the rain. I had so much fun, that I started not to worried about the exams and I aced them. That was all because of you.<p/><b>Riley:</b> That was one of my favorite memories.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Mine too. You had made my life better since we met.<p/><b>Riley:</b> You had made mine better too. You're always there for me when I need you. We can talk each other about anything. We challenged each other to be better. I don't know what I would do without you.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> You'll never have to find out. You're stuck with me. We'll always be best friends.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Good.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I was going to wait to the morning, to give you your present, but now's a good time.<p/><b></b> Farkle walks to the tree and grabs the present. He sits next to Riley and gives her the gift.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Merry Christmas!<p/><b></b> Riley takes the present and opens it to reveal a locket shaped like Pluto. She starts to have tears falling on her cheeks.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Farkle, it's beautiful.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Just like you.<p/><b></b> Riley blushes.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> You should open it.<p/><b></b> Riley opens the locket. One side has a picture with her and her family. On the other side, a picture of her and her friends.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I don't know what to say.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I wanted you to keep the people that matter to you the most, with you at all times. The Pluto locket represents hope. I hope you never change who you are. The world needs a Riley Matthews. I need Riley Matthews in my life.<p/><b>Riley:</b> (tilts her head) Farkle.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> You're the best person I know.<p/><b></b> Riley gives him a hug. They stare at each other. Riley leans in and gives Farkle a kiss.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Wow!<p/><b>Riley:</b> That was...<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Wow! That was the best gift I ever received.<p/><b>Riley:</b> (smiles) So I guess you don't want the present I got you?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> No, I do. But, no gift will ever top that kiss.<p/><b>Riley:</b> (playfully shoves him) You're a dork.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I know.<p/><b></b> They walk to the Christmas tree and Riley hands Farkle his present.<p/><b></b> By the stairs, Cory and Topanga are watching Riley and Farkle.<p/><b>Topanga:</b> That was the sweetest moment.<p/><b>Cory:</b> I've seen better.<p/><b>Topanga:</b> They remind me of us when we were younger.<p/><b>Cory:</b> I don't see it.<p/><b>Topanga:</b> Like it or not, Riley's growing up.<p/><b>Cory:</b> NOT! I don't want her to grow up.<p/><b>Topanga:</b> We don't have a choice. Quit acting like a baby.<p/><b>Cory:</b> No. She's not growing up and she's never allowed to date. Especially Farkle. I can already imagine Minkus gloating about his son dating my daughter.<p/><b>Topanga:</b> It looks like they will be dating, and they're perfect for each other. Do not mess this up.<p/><b>Cory:</b> I can't promise that.<p/><b>Topanga:</b> Then I can't promise that you will be living here much longer.<p/><b>Cory:</b> You would really kick me out?<p/><b>Topanga:</b> Mess this up for Riley and you'll find out.<p/><b>Cory:</b> I always thought Farkle was perfect for Riley.<p/><b>Topanga:</b> That's what I thought. Now go back to bed.<p/><b>Cory:</b> Yes ma'am.<p/><b></b> Cory and Topanga head up to their room.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> How are you feeling about the future?<p/><b>Riley:</b> I think for the first time in a while, I feel better about it. And that's thanks to you.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I'm glad. Any college would be honored to have you at their university.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Thanks.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> So, where do we go from here?<p/><b>Riley:</b> I don't know. What do you want to happen?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I want to ask you to be my girlfriend and I'm hoping you would say yes.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Ask me and you'll find out.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Riley, will you be my girlfriend?<p/><b>Riley:</b> YAY!!!!!!<p/><b></b> Farkle smiles and kisses Riley.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Can you put the locket on me?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> It will be my pleasure.<p/><b></b> Riley turns away from Farkle and lifts her hair. Farkle puts the locket around her neck.<p/><b>Riley:</b> This was the best present. Thank you. I love you.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I love you too.<p/><b></b> They kiss again.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Best Christmas ever!<p/><b></b> The end!<p/></p>
The Way I See You// Michael Clifford Smut Imagine

Warning: smut and insecure Michael
Rating: at least pg13
Word count:1147
So this is like fluff and also smut so just enjoy
Written by: S

Your fingers tapped across your keyboard as you finished up yet another almost perfect essay. This weeks writing assignment for your creative writing class was ‘write about something you appreciate’. Michael, your boyfriend of six years, didn’t know it yet, but you’d chosen to write about him.
“Whatcha writing babe?” he asked from the opposite side of the couch. You’d lived together since you’d started college together two years ago and you couldn’t be happier.
“Just another essay. Wanna read it?” you offered, looking up into his sharp green eyes.
“Of course love, you know I love reading your papers.” Even though Michael wasn’t an English major like you, there was never a time when he didn’t want to read anything and everything you wrote.
As his eyes began to flick across the words, a small smile grew on his face. ‘No one has ever made me felt more loved’ and ‘he is the perfect person…my person’ reflected from the screen and he took them in. When he stopped, though, he looked up with a different reaction than normal. His smile dropped and he stared back at you with almost a look of concern.
“What’s wrong Mikey?” you asked, wondering what could’ve changed so fast.
“You just….you write about me like I’m this….amazing guy all….perfect and I’m….. Y/N I’m not…..” he trailed off, his words breaking your heart a little as you’d heard them before but every time he spoke of himself like this it hurt you to know that he thought like that.
“Michael, Michael look at me,” you said softly, crawling over to sit between his legs, convincing him too stare back into your eyes, his now full of tears. “Baby I write like this because it’s all true. There’s no one on earth more perfect or amazing than you in my eyes. You are what I’m most grateful for in life.”
The two of you stayed for a few moments, eyes locked, your hands holding his face, before he leaned in and pressed your foreheads together and let out a choked sob. You felt the tears trail down his face and into your fingers and began to wipe them away.
“I just don’t see how anyone can see me like that,” he whispered, giving you a few ideas. “Baby look at me,” you said again, causing him to open his eyes. “What do you see when you look at me?” you asked.
“I see the most amazing, beautiful girl in the world. The person who I know will always be mine, be there for me, be the best part of my life,” he said, earning a small smile from you.
“See? That’s exactly what I think when I see you Mikey,” you told him, trying to convince him. “But-” he began.
“No, no buts,” you cut him off. “If you can’t see what I see, then I want to make you feel my love,” you said, your tone dropping slightly but still staying soft. You leaned in to kiss him, a slow, soft kiss but still full of all the passion in the world. Your hands trailed down his chest and tucked underneath his tank, rubbing circles on his chest. You began to trail kisses down his neck and onto his collar bones, sucking and nipping softly at the skin. Tugging at the hem of his shirt, you gently pulled it off and over his head, yours following suit.
“Baby you don’t have to…..” Michael started. “Shh, Mikey, let me take care of you,” you cooed, running your hands along his sides while you pressed more kisses below his ear, causing him to hum softly. Your hands found his hip bones and your fingers began to trail lightly across them, back and forth, soothing the skin.
Eventually, you began to work on his jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them off of him, along with his boxers, while you kissed his perfect lips, this time more hungrily but still soft and loving.
“Such a pretty cock baby,” you whispered, taking it into your hands and stroking it, earning a groan from the back of his throat. You circled your thumb around the tip and pumped his length. Trailing kisses down his chest, you got to the little trail of hair that started at his navel and began to pet over the soft hair with your thumb, kissing the milky white skin around it until you reached his his hard cock again and placed a kiss on the tip.
“So beautiful,” you hummed, mostly to yourself as you looked up at his face, scrunched up as you continued to stroke him, eliciting sweet moans from him.
You took him in your mouth and began to swirl your tongue around his member, causing him to release the most beautiful sound. As you continued to bob your head, he looked down at you, still letting soft grunts and whines fall from his lips. Pulling his out of your mouth, you crawl back to his body to kiss him, working off your lounge shorts as you do so.
“You ready baby?” you ask him as you line him up with your entrance. He nods in response, not being able to form words.
“I love you so much,” you say, kissing his forehead as you sink down on to him, pulling moans from the both of you. You begin to slowly rock onto him, lifting your hips and settling them back down again. As you do, your hand finds his and you lock them together, staring into his eyes for the millionth time tonight. The room is silent other than the sounds of your skin meeting and the occasional whine or moan from either of you, and nothing could be more perfect. You started down at the man you loved most in the world, and he stared back at you, both of you taking in the beauty of this moment.
“Baby I hate to screw up your vibes here but I, mmhh, I need a little more,” he said, causing you to pick up your pace and bounce a little harder, driving him insane. Both of you no longer caring about the noise and letting out groans and swears and mixed “I love you"s. You felt him twitch inside you, and you were close but you wanted him to get there first. As you picked up your pace, you began to nibble on his sweet spot just below his ear and clenched around him, sending him over the edge and setting off your high.
After you’d both come down, you laid on his chest, still peppering him with kisses.
“Do you see now how perfect you are to me?” I ask softly, peering up at him.
“I don’t know how I ever got so lucky to have a girl like you.” he replied softly.

sassamyblake  asked:

First of all Mel congrats congrats you deserve a billion followers!!! <3 Could I please have option one: “I’m your lock screen?!” - “You weren’t supposed to see that.” for Bellarke?


your bellarke fic:

The first time he notices it, they’re on the couch, watching TV.

Clarke’s in the kitchen getting them fresh beers, when a familiar ‘ding’ sounds from her phone. Bellamy knows it’s Clarke’s phone, because his phone is pretty much always switched to silent mode.

(Loud alert sounds make him anxious, okay? Sue him.)

“Clarke! Text!” he calls over his shoulder, one hand automatically reaching out to grab her phone from where it’s lying face down on the other end of the couch.

To his utter surprise, Clarke bursts into the living room like a blonde hurricane, bounding from the kitchen to the couch within a single leap to snatch up the phone.

“Got it, thanks,” she says, evidently breathless from her haste.

His brow arches upward as he takes in her harried appearance. “You… okay?”

“Yep, fine,” she says, the phone held up to her nose. “It’s just Harper. Work stuff. The usual.”

He nods slowly, eyeing her up and down. “… Did you get the beers?”

Her head snaps up, and she shoves the phone into her pocket. “Oh, yeah. Uh. Be right back.”

The second time he notices it, they’re at the bar with the gang.

“All right, Blake,” Clarke says with a roll of her eyes. “You got lucky. I’ll give you that.”

“Unbelievable,” Bellamy scoffs good-naturedly, preening a little as he racks up for another round of pool. “You’re probably the only person on the planet who would call call winning twice in a row ‘luck’.”

She shrugs unconcernedly, swiping up her half-empty beer bottle with her free hand. “Well, maybe it’s a little bit of skill, too. Just, like, twenty percent. And maybe, I don’t know, fifteen percent concentrated power of will.”

“Zero percent pleasure,” Bellamy says, gesturing for her to break. “For you, that is. When you lose for a third time.”

“You’re terrible at this whole referencing songs thing, by the way,” she informs him as she moves around him to get to the other end of the table.

“And you’re terrible at pool,” he retorts easily without any heat. At the sound of a familiar ‘ding’, he automatically glances sideways to where their phones are sitting on the high table beside them.

And then he steps back in surprise when Clarke practically throws herself in front of him to get to her phone.

“I got it,” she says quickly, all but shielding the entire table from him with her body.

“Okay,” he says, one brow raised. “Something urgent?”

She hunches over her phone for a few brief moments, thumbs flicking over the screen.

“Nope, nothing,” she says, her voice oddly strained. “Just… work. As always.”

He watches as she finishes off with a clearly forced laugh, setting the phone back down on the table — face down this time, the screen hidden from view.

She loses the game, even more efficiently than the last two.

Over the next week, he suddenly can’t stop noticing how vigilantly Clarke keeps her phone to herself.

She always keeps it on her side of the couch when they watch TV, instead of leaving it on the coffee table like he does.

She makes consistent, deliberate efforts to place it face down whenever she has to let go of it.

And, she never, ever lets Bellamy so much as peek at the screen. Not even to check the damn time.

It’s fucking weird. Clarke’s always been a pretty private person, but she’s never been touchy about her stuff. At some point, he starts to wonder if she’s having some kind of secret affair with Harper. Or someone else from work.

And then one day, fate comes a-knocking.

“This has got to be too much basil,” he says, shaking his head at the small mountain of chopped herbs sitting on the kitchen counter before raising his voice. “Clarke? Are you sure it’s this much basil?”

A muffled response chimes in from down the hall, but it’s too distant to make sense of.

“Is that a no?” he calls, cautiously prodding at the raw slabs of meat in front of him.

Another response sounds from Clarke’s room, somehow even more muffled than the one before.

Bellamy sighs, glancing at Clarke’s phone sitting on the kitchen table. She’d been reading a recipe off the screen for the last twenty minutes, but now that she’d disappeared into her room to look for something or other, he’s suspended in a temporary limbo.

He glances towards the hall. No movement.

Blowing out a breath, Bellamy reaches for the phone. It’s JUST to check the recipe, he tells himself as his hand closes around the device. It’s completely irrational to be nervous about checking a goddamn RECIPE.

And that’s when Clarke chooses to reappear in the kitchen. Because, of course. 

“Okay, forget it, I couldn’t find the—” She freezes in the threshold, her eyes rounding with panic. “What are you—”

He holds up her phone, his jaw hanging slack. “I’m your lock screen?!”

“What,” Clarke snaps automatically, her face contorting with some strange hybrid of fear and embarrassment. “Wha— no.”

He stares at her, her phone still held up in his hand. “'No’, as in, this isn’t my face on your lock screen right now?”

Clarke blinks, and then lunges toward him, snatching the phone out of his grasp.

“You weren’t supposed to see that,” she grumbles.

He thinks it might be intended as irritable. Instead, it comes off as flustered.

“Clarke,” he says, forcing himself to refrain from smiling.

“It’s just a lock screen, okay?” she snipes, stuffing the phone into the pocket of her shorts before stalking past him towards the basil mountain on the counter. “Don’t make a thing of it.”

“Clarke,” he repeats, planting his hands on his hips as he turns to face her.

“Everybody has weird lock screens sometimes, Bellamy,” she continues, grabbing a pinch of basil and forcefully sprinkling it all over the raw steaks. (More like throwing it at the steaks, he notes.) “Doesn’t necessarily mean—”


What,” she snaps, whirling around sharply.

He waits, his phone held in his outstretched hand.

“Wow,” she finally manages after a long beat. “Uh. I mean. Wow.” She tilts her head, as if considering one of her many paintings. “That's… actually not a terrible photo of me.”

“Yes,” he says dryly, despite the disconcertingly warm flush spreading across his cheeks. “I’m aware.”

A brief silence stretches between them.

“So,” Clarke says, her chin jutting upwards in that way it always does when she’s trying too hard to appear nonchalant.

Bellamy nods, fully conscious of the way his ears are burning. “So.”

She crosses her arms over her middle, one smug brow quirked. “Why am I your lock screen?”

He almost doesn’t recover in time to return her smirk with one of his own.

“Well,” he says, tucking his phone in his back pocket before taking a step towards her, “I gotta say — it’s because you’re so damn good at pool.”

He doesn’t mind the punch she manages to land on his shoulder right before he kisses her.

It’s a little because the punch is weak as hell. (He’s seen her punch for real. Her left hook is mean as fuck.)

It’s mostly because of the way she’s already grinning breathlessly, eyes bright and cheeks pink.


for @carryonsecretsanta‘s advent calendar!

A loud crash sounds from the hallway, followed by a string of muttered curses. Baz winces in sympathy, but before he can get up from the couch, Simon stumbles into the living room, clutching his arm, face scrunched up in pain. He drops the bags in his hands onto the floor and flops into the seat beside Baz.

Baz sighs in greeting, rubbing his fingers over Simon’s arm. “What did you do?”

“Smashed into the doorframe.”

Baz pushes himself off the couch, gathering all the bags from the floor. “Please be careful.”

“Easier said than done,” Simon mutters mutinously, still cradling his arm.

“For you, maybe,” Baz calls from the kitchen, putting the groceries Simon’s bought home into cabinets. “For other people, not so much.”



Simon mumbles something else under his breath, and Baz has to bite back a smirk.

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The Second Coming.

As was prophesized, The Son returned to Earth. He showed up without warning or fanfare, in a small suburban neighborhood.

The Reckoning and Revelation had arrived. The Son would judge the wicked, and bring about the End of Days.

He was only one man, but He had all the time in the world.

The Son walked through the streets, sensing the souls of the wicked. He ascended the front steps of a nearby home, His linen robes dragging across the concrete.

With a swift motion, He tore the house’s door from its hinges. Two men inside the living room jumped from the couch, alarmed at the intruder.

They were sinners and they would be judged.

Ignoring their cries and questions, The Son walked slowly up to the first man. With a crushing strength, He reached out and grabbed the man’s throat, squeezed, and let the lifeless body tumble to the floor.

The other man wailed and threw himself at The Son. But his protests were in vain, as The Son’s divine strength forced him through the wall.

Calmly, The Son walked out of the house and continued His work.

In another home, a Righteous woman screamed and cried as The Son crushed the skull of her sinful daughter.

As He was leaving the next house, the sound of sirens filled the air. Police cruisers with flashing lights pulled up, blocking The Son’s forward path.

Officers drew guns and took cover behind their cars.

The Son ignored their warnings and walked toward them slowly, inexorably.

When the police opened fire, the bullets bounced harmlessly off His divine skin and immaculate robes.

The Son stepped toward the nearest officer, ignoring the projectiles which struck His face. With irresistible strength, He wrenched the gun out of the stunned officer’s hands.

Methodically, The Son turned and fired the police-pistol, hitting each officer with a single divinely-guided round. Their bodies littered the streets. The policeman who had been disarmed stared up at The Son, but was left unharmed.

The Son continued His journey. It was slow and brutal, and utterly unstoppable by the forces of man.

News spread, and the nations mobilized against Him. However, He easily resisted their efforts. The Son would melt through steel doorways, rip apart tanks, and ignore even the most high-powered gunfire.

Some began to worship Him.

When He found Himself surrounded by throngs of Innocents and Righteous souls, The Son would simply disappear—reappearing somewhere else on the globe to continue His work.

He became a fact of life, an irresistible force on the planet. Entire societies changed. Some ended their lives before The Son could reach them, but millions more repented.

Religions became totalitarian. Governments became theocracies. Unbelievers were forcibly converted or killed. Holy-Wars raged across the globe.

Before long, the world enveloped itself in nuclear hellfire.

Year later, as survivors huddle together in burned-out wrecks, scavenging for sustenance, they will sometimes see a lone figure on the horizon—swaddled in clean linen robes, walking slowly toward them.

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