mechanic shirt

Slow Ride

Yeah, you all should have known this was coming… They don’t call me Cowgirl for nothing…

(This gif was made by my gorgeous friend Pam @saucynewf - and is being used with her permission)

Holy. Shit.

Seriously, how much is a girl supposed to take? You share rooms with these guys, watch them walk around half-dressed, banter back and forth with them. You take Dean’s suggestive, flirty comments and respond in kind, telling yourself it’s all part of your friendship.

And then he does this.

Of all things, a mechanical bull. You thought those things died out with Urban Cowboy. But now, as you stand watching with your jaw clenched, and your nails digging into your palms, and your thighs clamped together, Dean is riding the fuck out of Larry, the centerpiece of the bar you went into for the sole reason of grabbing some burgers.

You can’t tear your eyes from him as his body sways, looking like he’s part of that saddle. The muscles of his thighs are tight, holding firm, his torso lean and lithe as he moves with it, sinuous and sexy as hell. One arm waves above his head, giving him the balance he needs, the other bicep bunched and bulging beneath the plaid shirt, unbuttoned at the front to allow your eyes to cruise over where his t-shirt clings to his pecs, his ribs, his belly.

“Do you know him?” the waitress whispers, and you nod, your lips parted and your eyes glued to Dean as the ride ends, and he slowly lowers himself back, sprawled and smiling. “Lucky you,” she says, turning to go back to work, and you blow out a breath, closing your mouth and lowering your eyes.

Air. You need some air.

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More Trans Headcanons
  • Lance used to be really fragile about his masculinity, especially when he just came out.
  • Like,,, super fragile
  • He stopped painting his nails
  • Stopped doing his beauty care
  • Spent hours trying to lower his voice to the point where sometimes his voice was just gone
  • It took like, 3 months for him to give up on that
  • He liked the things he liked
  • And that did not
  • And still does not
  • make him any less of a boy
  • (his realization also helps pidge feel a little more comfortable enjoying more stereotypically ‘manly’ things)
  • Keith and Pidge drive the ‘down with cis’ bus
  • They have matching bracelets
  • whenever anything goes wrong, they look at eachother and say ‘cishets’ like timmy’s dad would when he said ‘dinkleberg’
  • keith:*stubs his toe*
  • Keith: *looking up at the security camera he /knows/ pidge has tapped into: /cishets/.
  • Hunk wears skirt p consistently
  • They make his legs look nice
  • (he has to wear shorts underneath because chafing kills, yall)
  • And lance always stared forlornly
  • His long legs??? In a skirt??? God is real, bih
  • One day hunk confronts him and lance is like
  • ‘I miss skirts, i wish they weren’t for girls’
  • (this was during the fragile masculinity)
  • Cue hunk going on 100 page rant about how clothes have no gender and anyone can wear what they want because society is shit
  • Lance, weeping: ur right,,, ur right im so blind,,,
  • Cue the boys (& pidge if she’s comfortable) wearing matching skirts @ the garrison
  • When lance came to the garrison he had packed a bunch of girls clothing cause that’s all he has
  • So he gets there and is like “hey i’m giving away all these clothes lmao do u want some???”
  • Pidge loses her mind??
  • There’s so many cute shirts that are feminine without being too fem and oh my god she’s blessed
  • Trying to act cool like
  • ‘Oh yeah uh,,, sure i’ll take a look,,’
  • Cue pidge hiding the whole suitcase in her closet
  • She takes them out and models them in the room at the garrison when hunk and lance aren’t there
  • Lance lowkey committed straight up FRAUD to get his shots??
  • They offered them @ the garrison??
  • Mostly for cis guys as like,, steroids
  • And he straight up stole picture of his parents id’s and linked their phone number as his own so he could get ‘permission’
  • This is very illegal but no one catches on until he’s up in space
  • Anyways he has a fear of needles
  • But the garrison nurses love him
  • He knows them all by name
  • Hunk accompanies Lanco to the bathroom
  • Not in a ‘i must protect this frail trans boy’ kinda way
  • In a “my friend asked my to accompany him because he’s scared of getting confronted” kinda way
  • It’s totally chill and no one bothers them
  • except for some weird looks when lance goes in the stall to piss
  • Quickly shut down by a disappointed look from hunk
  • It gets hot where Pidge works sometimes
  • So she’ll just take off her shirt and sit there in her bra and shorts
  • Sometime hunk joins her and they just sit there talking about mechanics with their shirts off
  • Shiro chastises keith and pidge for their ‘down with cis’ shenanigans
  • Jokes on them
  • He has his own down with cis shirt
  • It’s purple and it sparkles
  • Only matt knows about it
  • He has one too
  • Speaking of matt uhhhh
  • Can you say: demiboy
  • Because uh news flash my boy is a demiboy
  • Matt is known for saying ‘im part boy, part alien’
  • Whoops

  • Lance is that one kid who watches a show and is like
  • “This character???? Trans”
  • Does he have anything to back it up??
  • U bet ur ass he has put blood and sweat and tears in these headcanons
  • His tumblr is literally just a mess of long, trans fueled rage posts at stupid terfs and transphobes.
  • Keith is his most dedicated follower, even if he doesn’t know
  • One day they’re on the ship and talking about things they miss
  • And keith is like
  • ‘ i miss tumblr, i used to follow a bunch of really cool blogs’
  • Lance teases him for being a tumblr emo
  • Keith: shut up, you probably had a tumblr with 5 followers that was filled with boobs or something.
  • Lance, sticking his nose in the air: ill have u know my tumblr was littleswimmerboy and i was very sophisticated
  • Keith, scrambling up: YOU’RE LITTLESWIMMERBOY?!?!?!?
  • Lance, internally yelling: ,,yes?
  • Keith, making unintelligible noises
  • They bond over trans headcanons
I’m Your Girl

Note:I’m sorry I’m late posting this (also if it’s short)! I hope you like it and thank you for the request! .c

Request:  Hi! So I’ve had a few ideas in mind for a Bucky oneshot. I’m thinking that he picks f!reader up from school/dance class/whatever and sees his girl with another guy and gets jealous and goes all Winter Soldier mode on them, like dangerous af and stuff? And maybe reader is used to his ways and just rolls her eyes at him or something in that direction?  - @lilsizzler

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

The sun was beaming down on you as you walked beside your friend Jonathan. You were smiling from ear to ear, constantly thanking him for helping you these past few weeks with your math class. It was your toughest subject, and with his tutoring, you aced the test. A weight had been lifted off of your shoulders and you could do back-flips if you were sure you wouldn’t break a bone.

Jonathan was the school jock, but he wasn’t the stereotypical type that peoplle usually run into. Well, aside from the playful winks and flirting. It was harmless but you knew that if Bucky heard anything he said to you, he’d be six feet under.

As if you jinxed yourself, you looked up at Jonathan as he slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side. “Don’t even worry about it, Y/N!” He said after you thanked him for the millionth time in five minutes. You giggled and lightly shoved him away, rolling your eyes when he feigned fake shock. 

“Wow. Not even a thank you kiss, though?” He joked, puckering his lips at you as he made kissing noises. “Ew, no!” You laughed loudly, shoving his face with your hand. Jonathan stopped dead in his tracks, the sound of his shoes scraped against the concrete, and gasped dramatically. “I’ve never felt so hurt in my life.” He fake sobbed, wiping his cheek as if a tear escaped his eye.

You giggled and covered your mouth with the back of your hand. “You’re a nightmare.” You said through your laughter, waving his behavior off. Jonathan had grown quiet as your giggles came to a stop. His posture had stiffened a bit and he almost looked scared. Almost. He could hold his own and was never afraid of a challenge. So when you noticed his muscles flexing, you turned to see what had him on high alert.

Bucky was speed walking towards you and your friend, his jaw clenched and his metal arm showcased in a tight black shirt, the mechanical piece whirring with anger if it could ever hold an emotion. “Bucky!” You groaned, hardly having the strength to stop him as he shoved past you, already knowing what was about to happen.

He gripped onto the collar of Jonathan’s jersey before he had the chance to fight back. “How dare you try to kiss my girl!?” Bucky yelled in Jonathan’s face, tightening his grip. Jonathan cowered under Bucky’s hold and his eyes glanced towards you, silently begging you for help.

You rolled your eyes at Bucky’s childishness and stepped in between the two, trying to push Bucky away by his abdomen. “He was just playing around! I’d never let that happen!” You shouted, staring right up at Bucky. His eyes remained on Jonathan, shoving him to the ground behind you.

A grunt fell from Jonathan’s lips as he hit the concrete and he scoffed. “Dude, chill.” He stood back to his feet and dusted off the back of his shorts, shaking his head to himself. “Y/N, I’ll see you later.” Jonathan mumbled as he walked away from you. You quickly grasped his arm. “I’m sorry about this.” You apologized before turning your gaze to a fuming Bucky.

If there’s anything he hated other than his past and HYDRA, it was someone else trying to steal you away from him. You’ve dealt with his protective and jealous nature countless times, so much so, it’s become a bit annoying. You just couldn’t believe he would go so far as to physically assault someone-that someone being your friend. 

Jonathan slowly looked between the both of you and smirked. “No need to apologize… sweetheart.” And there it is: the ‘I don’t back down from a challenge’ attitude he possesses. Before you could protest, Bucky bolted towards Jonathan and gripped onto his neck this time. “Call her that again and I’ll fucking end you!” He yelled, tightening his grip on Jonathan’s neck. 

“Bucky! That’s enough!” You pulled him away from Jonathan and he released his grip. “Fucking hell man!” Jonathan rasped, grasping at his neck as his body shook with coughs. “We’re going home.” Bucky looked down at you, his jaw clenched. You gaped at him and actually laughed. You couldn’t believe he did something like this.

Leaving the scene, you gripped your bag tightly on your shoulder as you stomped away from Bucky. You understood why he would be jealous, but it pissed you off how he didn’t trust you. You knew Jonathan would never do anything like that and he knew that you two were just friends. 

Bucky being the overly-jealous boyfriend, of course, didn’t care to realize that. Your lips were pressed together tightly as your thoughts raced around in your mind and you heard Bucky running behind you. He reached out for you but you only walked faster.

“Y/N, stop for a second!” Bucky said, grabbing onto your wrist. You quickly turned to face him, your chest rising and falling at a fast pace. “Honestly, what the hell was that? You choked him! I don’t-why would-do you really not trust me!?” You threw your arms up in the air, shouting so loud you could feel your voice becoming hoarse.

Bucky flinched at your tone and his face contorted with guilt. “Doll, he was making kissing faces at you. And his arm was-” You cut him off with a loud groan of frustration and ran your hands over your face, tilting your head back to look at the clear blue sky. “I cannot believe..” You muttered, shaking your head. 

You looked at Bucky and sighed heavily, figuring it was no use to argue with him. It’d only make matters worse. Bucky waited patiently for you to speak. His head was hanging low and his hair framed his face. The sight of him so vulnerable always made your heart ache. 

“Can you promise me something?” You spoke much softer now, stepping closer to Bucky. He didn’t lift his head, so you used the height difference to your advantage and met his eyes as you touched your chest to his torso. Your head tilted back and a small smile played at his lips as he watched you. He nodded and looked back and forth between your eyes.

“Trust me. Jonathan is just a tutor. He was a friend, but I’m sure you don’t have to worry about that anymore.” You sighed lightly, pursing your lips. Bucky sighed after you and let his hands hold onto your waist. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I just hate knowing that I could lose you so easily.” Bucky said quietly, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours.

You smiled and held him closer, your arms wrapping around his waist. “I told you that would never happen.” Bucky nodded and leaned in more to place his lips against yours. Your eyes closed as you kissed him back, your hands grasping at the material of his shirt. 

Bucky pulled away first and let out a shaky breath, his hands resting on your cheeks now. “Good. Because I plan on keeping you for a while. Forever to be exact.” You giggled and bit your lip. “I’d hope so. You’re stuck with me, old man.” Bucky lightly groaned at the nickname you called him and took your hand in his, leading you down the sidewalk. 

You giggled and swung your hands back and forth. “You’re my girl.” Bucky said with a smile, his teeth showing and his eyes wrinkling. You couldn’t help but let go of what just happened and thank whoever it is in higher power that you got so lucky. 

“I’m your girl.”

Note: so many emotions. i’m overwhelmed. feedback is much appreciated! .c 

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Hello, Charming

Request from anon for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#25 - “Shut up and kiss me.”

#41 - “I need your help.”

#87 - “You owe me big time.”

A/N - I kept Donna alive and well in this by the way!!

Originally posted by wcaohtbltorsoaff

You’re cruising down the highway, windows down and music up as you head into Charming. You’d been away for a few months visiting family, and you’d decided to surprise your best friend Opie by just turning up to TM, in the hopes that he would be there of course.

But as always, something has to go wrong, and that’s just what happens when your car starts making a noise that it should not be making. With a groan, you pull over and get out of the car, pretending that you’ve got some sort of knowledge on motors.

Yanking up the hood, you start practically choking as you’re slammed in the face with smoke, the rest of it rising up into the air as you try to fan it away. Groaning to yourself, you pull out your phone. There goes the surprise.

You open your drivers seat door, sitting in and letting your legs hang out as you listen to the dial tone, knowing Ope was never that good at answering.

“Hello?” You smile involuntarily at the sound of his voice, butterflies swarming in your stomach.

“Guess you never did get around to saving my number, hm?“ You scold, kicking the loose stones on the floor. “I swear you’re like a grandad when it comes to technology.”

“Nice to hear from you too. You’re lucky I’ve still got the same number, we usually have to change it every few months.” He sasses, his voice still as gruff, although you can hear the smile as he talks.

“Guess I’m just a lucky bitch, aren’t I?” He chuckles down the line, and you can imagine him shaking his head and combing his hair back, excitement rushing through you knowing you’re going to see him really soon.

“The one and only. How’s it going back home?” You inhale sharply, acting as if there is a serious problem, wanting to surprise him as much as possible.

“That’s why I called actually. I need your help.” You flood your voice with concern, thanking your high school theatre days for helping you become so dramatic.

“Shit, (Y/N), are you in trouble? I told you to go our charter up there if you needed anything.” You pull out a cigarette as he lectures you on the other end, lighting it up and taking a drag, letting the nicotine run through your veins.

“Calm it, worry wart. It’s just, I’m about five minutes out of good old Charming town, by that little field we used to get high in. Yeah, my piece of shit motor has conked out on me. Could really do with a tow.” You walk back out to your bonnet, where the smoking has subsided but now it’s sort of hissing.

“You’re back in Charming? Why? I mean not that it won’t be good to see you-” He tries to cover himself, you smirking at his nervousness.

“That relative I went for? Yeah, he died.” You take a drag of your cigarette as Opie stays silent, not knowing what to say. “I’m alright though. So, see you in twenty?”

You hear him hesitate, probably wanting to console you, but let’s it go. He huffs dramatically, “You owe me big time.”

You laugh, dropping your fag nub and putting it out with your foot. “Thanks, Ope. Can’t wait to see you.”

“Yeah, I’m sure there’s someone else you can’t wait to see, either.” He teases, you rolling your eyes in response, but not denying his statement.

“Yeah, yeah. See you soon, shithead.“

Leaning on the side of your car, you watch as Opie drops out of the van, slamming the door closed behind him. You stand up, walking over to meet him, him wrapping his arms around you tightly. He pulls away, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“I can’t believe you’re still driving around in this piece of shit.“ He laughs, walking over to your car and looking under the bonnet. “Looks like an oil leak, and some of these parts could use a replacement. I’ll just hook it up and we’ll get going. ”

“Alright. So how’s Donna? The kids?” You ask, watching as he sorts out the hook up. You and her had always been quite close, helping out with Kenny and Ellie and spending nights drinking and gossiping.

“They’re all good. Donna asked about you the other day, wanted to know when you were coming back. I think she’s sick of being only surrounded by men.” You laugh, not realising how much you missed Charming until now. The MC, feeling welcome, like you belong somewhere. You loved your old home and family but you couldn’t be yourself the way you could be in Charming.

“I’ve missed her, and the kids. I’ll have to pop in tomorrow or something, once I’m settled in. How’s SAMCRO doing?” You follow Ope as he goes to the tow truck, the two of you getting in your respective sides, before he starts the engine up.

“A.T.F have been up our asses since you left, some bony bitch called Stahl. I’m sure she’ll introduce herself once she sees you’re connected to us.” He grumbles, as he begins the route to TM.

You smile as the scenery becomes more and more familiar, small talk passing between the two of you, and before long you pull into Teller-Morrow, a sick feeling in your stomach as the nerves almost choke you.

Once the engine is killed, you slip out of the vehicle, closing the door behind you as you slip your sunglasses over your eyes. The lot looks empty, and you’re not sure if you’re glad about that or not. You don’t have much time to think about it as the door to the clubhouse opens, members adorning leather pouring out.

“Jax is probably in his room.“ Opie states knowingly, a smirk on his lips. You opened your mouth to start to deny that that’s who you were hoping to see, but think better of it, brushing him off and walking towards the clubhouse.

Luckily, the clubhouse is empty when you walk in, making it seem a lot less nerve wracking. You look around, barely believing that it’s been six months since you walked through these doors. You walk towards the apartments, continuing until you reach Jax’s door.

You don’t even know what you’re supposed to say, you think, anxious feelings building higher and higher. It’s only Jax, you tell yourself, knocking on the door before you can chicken out.

“Yeah?” Your heart flutters as you hear him speak, the feelings that you’ve always kept for him rising closer to the surface. You turn the door handle, peeking your head through the door, seeing Jax laying on the bed, his back to you.

“It’s still as messy in here as it was when I left. Minus the croweaters. Hopefully.” You tease, stepping into the room. He looks over his shoulder, a side smile appearing on his lips as he takes you in. Cheeks blushing slightly, you smile at him, the two of you looking at the other for a second.

“I didn’t know you were back in town.” He says, pulling himself off the bed and coming to greet you, that same old Jax Teller scent encasing you as he hugs you. You wrap your arms around him, squeezing him, the two of you lingering a little longer than normal.

“Only just got here, Ope had to give me a ride.” He holds you at arms length as you explain, his eyebrow raising in question. “Car broke down. Again.”

You feel like the wind has been knocked out of you when he smiles, the sight still being as beautiful as ever. “You’d be better off walking.”

Fake laughing at his joke, you watch as he goes to his bed, slipping on his grey button up mechanic shirt, before he throws his arm around your shoulder, leading you out of the room. You try to seem casual as he talks to you, his face so close to yours you can see every strand of hair on his face, every fleck in his eyes.

Reaching outside, he removes his arm from you, the two of you walking to where your car is now sitting in the garage, the hood already up and ready to be worked on.

“(Y/N)? That you, sweetheart?” Gemma appears at the door of her office, her ears picking up the sound of your voice. She smiles lovingly at you, meeting you and pulling you into her arms. The two of you had mostly got on, a bit shaky at first but when she realised you were a good person with good intentions, she warmed to you quite well.

“It’s nice to have you back, the filing cabinet is looking a little crazy without your organising.” She grins, turning to look at Jax, who was now standing with Opie, his face lit up with humour. “He’s missed you, you know. You’re good for him.”

You choke slightly, your cheeks warming with embarrassment as you fail to act casual. “We’re just-”

“Friends. Yeah, I know, but a mother has these instincts. Maybe you should trust me on them.” You smile admiringly at her, nodding your head in acceptance.

“Yes, maam.” You reply, her telling you she’s throwing a ‘welcome back’ dinner for you tomorrow, and you promising you’ll be there before she disperses. You walk into the garage, recognising a few faces.

“Welcome back, lass.” Chibs greets you, followed by Clay and Piney, you hugging them all. Piney was like a second father to you, especially because of you being around Opie so much.

“She just can’t stay away.” Opie comments, all of the boys eyes looking behind you. You turn to see a car parking up in the lot, some skinny blonde bitch getting out of her car, making sure to check her reflection before she begins to walk over.

You look at Jax, the look on his face confirming your suspicions that this girl was here for him. Rolling your eyes internally, a heavy feeling resting in your gut, you turn back around and stand next to Opie.

“So, I was just wondering if I could get that lift home?” She flirts, her finger trailing up Jax’s chest. You can’t control the bubble of laughter that slips past your lips, the members in the garage, except for Jax, smirking amongst each other as they feel the tension rising.

The girl turns to look at you, chomping on her gum as she does. You feel your blood boiling just from her looking at you, the snarl on her lips making you glare. “Something funny, bitch?”

You raise your eyebrows, standing up completely straight as you step to her, making sure she knows you’re not intimidated by some barbie bitch.

“Didn’t you just drive here, in your own car? Yet you need a lift?” You question, the girl looking like she’s not used to being talked back to. “Just find your desperation funny, so I laughed. Problem?”

“Why don’t you just run along and find another MC to blow?” She spits, your eyes flickering to Jax who looks like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“I don’t have to suck dick to be able to stick around, unlike you.” You hear the men chuckle behind you, Chibs whistling lowly. “Maybe you should pay attention to people’s reactions, their facial expressions. Look around, nobody seems to be craving your attention do they?”

Her mouth opens and closes, not really knowing what to say. She looks at Jax, his jaw locked as he stares at her, the support that she’s hoping for obviously not going to come. You glare at her as she returns her attention to you, her eyes glinting mischievously.

“Well, honey, if you’re here for the VP, I gotta tell you,” she steps closer to you, getting in your face, your fist curling. “he’s already occupied.”

You try to keep your face neutral, not wanting to seem like a crazy bitch who’s obsessed with a guy she’s not even with.

“I’m happy for you, honestly. Though, I really doubt that him fucking you and then kicking you out as soon as he’s done counts as being anything serious.” The words are bitter on your tongue, the thought of Jax having sex with someone hurts your naive brain.

You barely have time to react before you feel a sting on your cheek, realising this bitch has slapped you. Scoffing, you feel your body engulf in rage, your fist flying into her face. She staggers back, her hand cradling her nose as it pours with blood, but you’re not finished yet.

Grabbing her round the throat, you slam her against one of the cars, your grip tight on her throat. “You EVER lay your fucking hands on me again, and I swear to god, I’ll cut them fucking off. Understand?”

Her head nods furiously as she tries to remove your hold from her neck. You pull her from the car, yanking back her hair and beginning to lead her to her car, sounds of pain emitting from her.

“You’re not welcome here, and you’re certainly not welcome around Jax. Stay the fuck away.” You release your hold, watching as she shakily gets in her car, driving away as quickly as she can, you not moving until she’s gone.

You walk back towards the garage, the men gathered outside, watching the show, clapping boyishly at you. You wave them off, smirking at them. “So, we gonna fix my ride?”

“Let’s do it.” Opie says, Jax watching you with an unreadable expression. The older men leave, just the three of you left in TM. You sit on the counter, enjoying the quaintness of the atmosphere.

“I forgot what it was like to see your angry side.” Opie jests, as he hands you some paperwork for you to fill in. You smile proudly, grabbing a pen from the side of you.

“Bitches shouldn’t piss me off.” You look at Jax, knowing he’s listening to the conversation but not really taking part. “Couldn’t you nail a nice girl for a change, Jackie boy?”

He looks at you, a smile making its way on to his lips as he attends to your car. You smile back, glad that you’ve diffused the awkward mood.

A ringing fills the room, Opie reaching into his pocket and answering the call, walking outside to talk. You continue to fill in the form, Jax watching you without your knowledge.

He cherishes the chance to look at you like this, so freely. The way your eyebrows knot when you’re concentrating. The way there is a little strand of hair that somehow always covers your face, your hand briskly sweeping it back everytime. He finds himself smiling, just from you doing nothing, the beauty you hold so pure and genuine.

“That was Donna.” Opie says, Jax pulling his focus away from you and turning back to the task at hand. “She needs me to pick up the kids from school. You okay to hold the fort, bro?”

Jax nods in response, you telling Opie to give the kids your love, him agreeing before leaving.

You finish the last part of the document, signing off with your signature, before placing it on the side and jumping down from the counter, Jax watching you from the corner of his eye.

He can’t help but watch your ass as you move, your jeans hugging your body in all the right ways. He internally slaps himself for his lack of concentration, knowing it’s only going to get worse as you drag a stool near him, sitting down so close that he can smell your perfume.

“I wish I could be of assistance, honestly, but I don’t really know shit about cars.” You admit, him shaking his head in amusement as he wipes his hands on a dirty rag.

“Pass me that part over there. The one next to the red spanner.” He adds, recognising your look of confusion. You do as he asks, passing him what he needs, your skin touching his as he grabs it from you.

“So, you got a boyfriend back home?” He tries to sound casual, a flutter in your stomach as he questions you. He looks at you, hoping that you give him the answer he wants to hear.

“Oh yeah, I’ve got loads of boyfriends back home.” Your words are nothing but sarcastic, Jax smirking, his shoulders relaxing as he knows you’re single. He tries to tell himself not to be so happy about it, you probably don’t even see him in that way.

“What about you? Has the infamous Jax Teller got anybody in line to be his Old Lady?” You force yourself to ask him, knowing that you want to find out either way, even if it hurts. At least you’ll know where you stand.

“Nah, not many can handle this life. Takes a certain kind of woman to be able to catch my eye.“ You look at your lap, fiddling with a loose thread on your jeans, your heart feeling crushed at his words.

Unbeknownst to you, you’re all that he’s describing. He knows you can handle this life, watching your fire and passion over the last few years that you’ve been around. You’re sexy, intelligent, respectful, you get on with his family. You’re perfect for him. He just doesn’t know how to get to you.

“I get that. Can’t trust these hoes.” He chuckles at you, a smile on your lips that doesn’t quite meet your eyes but he’s unsure why.

“So, where are you staying? Didn’t you stop renting that apartment once you left?“ He lights up a cigarette, your eyes breathing him in as he takes a drag, looking so sexy with no effort at all.

“Yeah, I’m just gonna check in to a motel I think, ‘till I find somewhere I want to live.” You explain, passing Jax a tool that he gestures to. He takes another drag of his cig, resting on the pillar near to you.

“You can stay at mine till you get settled, if you want. I’ve got a spare room, as long as you don’t mind the fact that I hog the shower.” You don’t know what to say as he looks at you, nerves seeping in as you think of whether that’s a good idea or not.

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t want to intrude.” He shakes his head at your protest, pulling a single key off his key chain and passing it to you.

“My mom would probably kill me if I didn’t offer, anyway.” You take the key from him, flipping the piece of metal between your fingers. “I’d rather you that than stay in some dodgy motel. You remember where I live, yeah?”

“Yeah, I do. Thank you, Jax, I can’t thank you enough.” You respond, standing up and slipping the key into your pocket.

You check your appearance in the mirror, your face freshly washed and your body freshly showered. You try not to panic, knowing that Jax is going to see you without makeup, your palms sweating slightly. Heading out of the bedroom, you walk towards the kitchen, going to grab yourself a cup of tea before heading to bed.

“Hey.” You greet as you emerge from the hallway, Jax sitting at the table. His eyes roam up and down your body, the pajama shorts you’re wearing leaving your legs bare. He feels himself hardening as you reach up into the cupboard, your ass threatening to peek out from the material.

“Want a brew?” You ask, looking over your shoulder. A blush creeps onto your cheeks as you catch Jax rip his gaze away from your exposed skin, you holding up a mug in question.

“I’m good, thanks.” He chokes, clearing his throat. You finish making your drink in silence, trying not to feel awkward. Once you’re done, you slip into a chair opposite Jax, noticing he’s deep in thought.

“You okay?” You take a sip from your mug as he comes back to reality, a sigh leaving his lips as he nods at you.

“Just club shit.” He responds, grabbing a smoke and lighting it up. The two of you just look at each other for a moment, the silence feeling comfortable.

“Thanks again for this, Jax. I’m gonna start house hunting tomorrow.” You tell him, not wanting to overstay your welcome.

“Stay as long as you need, it’s nice to have some company around here.” You smile at his honesty, knowing how easy it is to feel lonely. Feeling brave, you reach across the table, placing your hand on top of his, his skin slightly rough under yours.

He looks at your hand on top of his, feeling so many different and conflicted feelings. You move your hand away, not knowing if you’ve overstepped a boundary or not. Why was this dude so hard to read?!

“I’m gonna head to bed.” He doubts his cig in the ashtray, his chair scraping the floor as he stands up. He moves over to you leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek, your eyes closing involuntarily.

His lips linger on your skin, the sexual tension between you two shooting up to a million. His nose nudges yours, his breath warm on your skin, the smell of mint and smoke an intoxicating combination.

His lips skim yours, the movements between the two of you being so careful as not to ruin the moment. You close the distance, your lips pressing against his slowly, testing the waters. He responds instantly, his mouth moving against yours so skillfully.

Like a switch has been flicked, the kiss changes dramatically. Your hand goes to the back of his neck, pulling on the strands there as his teeth pull at your lower lip, a sound of pleasure slipping out of you. You stand up, Jax tapping your thighs, you taking the hint as you jump, wrapping your legs around him. He squeezes your ass in his large hands, kneading at the skin as your tongue battles with his, the two of you addicted to the taste of each other.

You feel yourself being placed down, the table taking your weight. Jax yanks your shirt, the material ripping under his fingers as your chest is exposed, the shirt being the only barrier.

His mouth wraps around on of your nipples, his tongue swirling as he kneads your other breast in his hand, your head dropping back as you gasp in pleasure. You’re not sure if you’ll regret this in the morning, but right now you’re too turned on to care.

He swiftly pulls of his shirt, your fingers exploring his muscled chest. He pushes you to lie down, his hands pulling at your shorts, your underwear being dragged down too as you’re left completely naked on the table.

Jax’s eyes feast on you, hardly being able to take how delicious you look, bare and ready infront of him. He pushes down his sweatpants and steps out of them, a nervous breath leaving your lips as you see how well endowed he is.

He pulls you to the edge of the table by your legs, his mouth placing a messy kiss on your lips before he spreads your legs, teasing your entrance with his shaft.

He pushes into you, your hands at the side of you for support as you adjust to his size, the feeling of fullness making you gasp. You watch his expression, his eyebrows furrowing as he feels you around him, your pussy so tight and slick.

A moan leaves your lips as he pulls out, pushing himself back in, your hand grabbing his face and attaching your lips with his, his mouth silencing your moans as he fucks you on the table.

Your whole body is electrified as he slams in and out of you, your neck probably a mess of marks as he bites and at the skin. You lie back, your hands moving to your chest, pulling at the sensitive nubs as Jax spreads your legs as wide as he can, his cock reaching deeper and deeper inside of you.

He hears your moans getting louder, sees your body arching off the table as he watches you reach orgasm, your fingers rubbing your clit as you explode around him. Your vision is clouded with stars, Jax fucking you through it as he groans deeply, emptying himself inside of you.

“Fuck.” he curses, enjoying the sight of yours and his juices seeping out of your hole as he pulls out, his thumb gently circling your sensitive clit, your body feeling tired and well spent.

You sit up, Jax helping you in getting off the table. You stand in front of him, his hands slipping down your naked body, resting on your bare ass as you lean against him.

“So, that was fun.” His tone is cheeky, his teeth nibbling at your ear, your body tingling at his touch.

“Shut up and kiss me.” You order, grabbing his head and locking your lips with his.

A/N - long af, hope you guys liked it!!! Smut wasn’t planned but felt like it went so :) xxxx

PJO Headcannons

Nico and clothes.

Nico dressed in mostly black as a way to blend in with the shadows easier, originally anyway. He discovered quickly that he liked the style and kept it even after the war with Gaea was over. However he also developed a strange habit.

Nico is a clothes theif. He will steal clothes from pretty much everyone he likes. If he has an article of your clothing in his possession you are officially his friend.

He stole Jason’s Camp Jupiter hoodie. It’s about two sizes too big but he loves it cause it’s warm and he can hit people with the overly large arms if they irritate him.

He stole one of Reyna’s Camp Jupiter t shirts. It’s a v neck and fits him pretty well. He works out in it most days. She’s never getting it back but she’s ok with that.

He stole one of Hazels hats. More accurately she stuck it on his head one winter when he didn’t have one. It’s bright blue with a big Pom Pom on the top but he still wears it.

He stole a jacket from Frank. It’s way too big on him but it’s comfy and again warm. Frank is too scared of Nico to ask for t back.

He stole a white button up from Leo. It’s was one of the only clean shirts the mechanic owned but Nico didn’t have a dress shirt to wear to Sally and Paul’s wedding. It hasn’t been seen since but Nico still has it.

He’s stolen many a tank top from Piper. He wears them to work out. She doesn’t mind and has caught several pictures of him in multicolored tank tops fighting the undead when he thinks no one is watching.

He steals hair ties from Annabeth because his hair is getting way too long and keeps getting in his way so he’ll put it up in a small ponytail with her hair ties.

He somehow managed to steal a Camp shirt from Cecil. It’s clear it’s Cecil’s because it has the number of the Hermes cabin on the sleeve.

He stole a pair of fingerless gloves from Lou Ellen. He wears them constantly claiming they help protect his hands from his sword.

He’s stolen so many articles of clothing from Will both of them have lost track. All they know is that half Nico’s wardrobe is too big and mostly yellow and Wills been wearing a lot of black too small shirts lately. His favorite thing of wills is his “Surf Cabo” shirt. Mostly cause it annoys Percy

Why Not Me? 
(Why Him? Part 2)

Chibs Telford x Reader
(GIF isn’t mine)

“I don’t want to talk,” he responded matter-of-factly, staring down at you.

You were beginning to protest when all of a sudden his hands reached up to hold your face and his lips planted firmly against yours, cutting your words off completely. He stepped into you closer as the shock faded and you were finally able to kiss him back, one of his hands moving to your waist as he pulled you against him.

An infinite number of thoughts crossed your mind in a matter of seconds as he held you, gently pulling on your lip and deepening the kiss, making your knees weak. You hadn’t realized until this exact moment the feelings that you had for Chibs were deeper than just friends. You missed him while you were away and you loved being around him, but you never looked at him as more than your best friend until today.
Now every touch, every smile, every memory of you two together was rushing back to your mind. You realized during that kiss that you loved Filip Telford. You wanted him; and you were frustrated that it had taken so long for you to realize it. 

You moved your hands up to his chest, your fingers gripping the lapels of his light grey work shirt and pulling him even closer to you as his hands both moved to dip into the back pockets of your jeans and squeeze your ass tightly. Finally, he pulled away from the kiss, looking at you as you both panted heavily, breathless and excited.

“Ye shouldn’t be with tha’ Mayan….” he began, his thumb moving up to trace across your bottom lip, “because you should be mine.”

You looked up at him, your emotions taking the place of your logic as you stared into his beautiful brown eyes and you moved your arms to loop around his neck. 

“Then take me,” you answered him, your fingers lacing themselves into the hair at the nape of his neck.

Chibs growled, lifting you and spinning around to place you on top of his toolbox as he pulled your shirt over your head and smashed his lips into yours. He moaned into your mouth when your hands went to his jeans, unbuckling his belt and working the button and fly as he did the same to you. He tugged your jeans past your knees as his fell to his ankles. You gasped as he ripped the fabric of your panties rather than pull them down and plunged your mouth into his neck, biting and sucking at his flesh while your hands massaged his erect member through his boxers.

“Fuck, lass,” he breathed, looking up at the ceiling and exposing more of his throat to you which you quickly covered in kisses as his hands traced your core, his thumb applying pressure to your clit as he rubbed circles around it, making you wetter than you had ever been before. 

You wanted him. You wanted him terribly.

“Mmm, Filip,” you whispered against his ear, licking the outside of it when he dipped his finger into you, testing your entrance.

“D’you really want me, love?” he breathed in response, leaning back to take in your expression, searching for any signs of doubt.

“I want you, Filip,” you gripped the fabric of his mechanic shirt tightly, closing your eyes as you felt his boxers drop and his dick sliding up and down your folds.

This was it. This was happening.

Chibs pushed forward into you and you inhaled sharply at the full sensation he gave you. He pushed forward more before stilling himself inside you again, allowing both of you to get used to the feeling before he began thrusting slowly in and out of you, his fingers lacing in your hair as he pressed his lips into your shoulder and neck, inhaling your scent while your wetness enshrined him.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, (Y/N)… So long,” he whispered as he continued to thrust into you.

“Don’t hold back, baby,” you groaned as you gripped his ass, pulling his hips into you.

Chibs moaned, moving his hands down to grip the toolbox you were perched upon for leverage as he growled and began a quicker pace, his shaft filling you to the hilt and pushing into you deeper and faster than before. The small pants that had come from you before were now full-blown yelps, moans, and gasps ripping through your throat.

He felt so good inside of you, his cock hitting your G-spot repeatedly, his fingers massaging your clit, and his lips on your neck, all pushing you to the edge as you tossed your head back and groaned his name when you found your release.
“Fuck! Yes! Filip!” you hoarsely shouted as your muscles convulsed and constricted around him and you lost your breath completely, gasping for air while he fucked you through your orgasm.

“Shite, lass, I’m gonna–”

He shook, his fingers digging into your ass while his body became rigid and he pulled himself from within you, spilling his seed onto the cold metal of the toolbox below as you both writhed with pleasure.

Chibs’ head fell against your shoulder and you felt him smile against your skin as you stroked the back of his head and kissed his cheek. He lifted his head and pressed his lips into yours, stepping back and pulling up his boxers and jeans before picking your jeans up and holding them in his grip, taking his place back between your legs and staring down at you.

“I should get back ta work,” Chibs sighed with a chuckle as he placed a kiss on your forehead before giving you a slight headbutt which made you laugh back, “I think I probably need to give Esai a call….” you smiled as you jumped down from his toolbox and kissed him quickly on the lips, pulling your jeans from his grip. 

“Aye. I think ye should,” he winked, slapping you on the ass as you leaned down to pull your jeans back on, “let him know yer mine now.”

You had a feeling the peace with the Mayans wasn’t going to last much longer…

Fresh copypasta: "I am getting positively sick of the term 'neckbeard'"

I am getting positively sick of the term “neckbeard” I treat women right whether or not they will want to date me, which seems to be the latter because they chase after the so called “swaggets.” I enjoy discussing politics, philosophy, art, science, quantum mechanics, I can really get going but lately especially on Facebook I can’t find anyone with the required intelligence to do just that. MLP is not a bad show, I do enjoy it. I do enjoy dressing more on the classy side as opposed to saggy pants, repulsive snap backs and baggy shirts. I wear trilby, I wear a black dress shirt most days with khakis. Obviously I’m not a bad guy but this fad is getting out of control, women reject me on sight, and I am immediately lumped with people that clop(which btw why the fuck do you care if someone gets off to ponies? Its fine with me.) I do watch anime I do like the characters which obviously have more respect and interest in me than real women. Times need to change I am not a “neckbeard” I am a classy intelligent guy that wants to find someone similar. Regards.

(Transcribed by /u/FluffRule)

It Just Happens (7/7)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Language, alcohol consumption

A/N: What happens when you’re Steve Rogers’ assistant, one bad night for the both of you, and you end up at the bar drinking it away. What could go wrong with that?

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Originally posted by mostlycap

Stepping off the elevator you slip your sunglasses off tucking them into the open V in your grey vintage mechanics shirt, that was tied up at the ends exposing a small amount of you naval and stomach, your black skinny jeans clung just right in a comfortable manner, your black strappy heels clicked on the marble floor as you make your way through the offices. You carry a cardboard to go box, as you step into the meeting room.

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“Tig’s Confession”

@hauntedduckdefendor posted a list of scenarios for characters and I wanted to do one of my own so here it is…

#28: Reader overhearing the Character confess his love when she isn’t supposed to.

A Tig Trager imagine.

“Tig the snap on truck is here. Probably delivering those tools you asked me to order!” you shouted into the garage where your coworkers were gathered around an old Chevelle, trying to get it running.

“Why don’t you make yourself useful and go sign for the shit then?” he glared at you, “You see I’m working.”

You sighed, walking out into the lot to meet the driver and take the delivery. The driver was already pulling the boxes out of the truck, three huge packages that his 6 foot, 200 lb frame was struggling with.
You grimaced, knowing you would have to go in there and ask for help, only to have Tig snap at you again.

Recently, and for no reason that you could ascertain, Tig had become hostile towards you, avoiding you at all costs. But when he did have to communicate with you he was short with you and rude when you spoke to him. You two used to be pretty good friends, enjoying a beer or two together after work, now he appeared to be repulsed by the thought of you. You had no idea what you had done to elicit this reaction from him.

You thanked the driver and signed for the delivery before taking a deep breath and turning back to the garage. When you walked in, only Tig was working on the Chevelle, but the prospect was off to the side with Chibs, having a break. You stepped to them, knowing they would be more polite about helping you carry the boxes in, and you asked the prospect for his help to which he jumped up and scurried off to get the boxes for you.

“Jesus, you really are good for nothing aren’t you?” the voice behind you boomed. Tig had overheard you asking for help and there he was, terrorizing you again.
“Pathetic..” he remarked.

You felt tears pickling your eyes as you stared ahead at Chibs who grimaced at the insult, but said nothing.
After you were sure you could hold the tears in, you turned to your left, avoiding eye contact with Tig, and walked away into your office, shutting the door. The tears came down immediately.

When you had composed yourself and the signs that you had been crying where faded away, you decided you needed a drink or two.

You calmly stood up to walk across the lot to the club house in search of something strong when you heard your name drift across the garage, spoken by a familiar Scottish voice.

“The lass thinks ye hate er Tiggy.” Chibs harshly whispered.

You froze, your ear trained on the voices coming from the other side of the garage that had no idea you could hear them.

“Yeah well then it’s working,” Tig groaned.

“No brother, it ain’t. Yer hurting her. She was jus’ cryin ‘er eyes out in tha’ office. If you’d just tell ‘er–” Chibs growled but was interrupted by his dark haired friend’s outburst.

“What am I supposed to do Chibs!? Walk up to her and say ‘Hey (Y/N), I know you think I’m a dick but that’s because I love you and I was only being an asshole to push you away because I know you’re too good for me’!?” Tig yelled and your eyes widened at the revelation as Chibs began to respond to Tig. Your stunned mind was too clouded with Tig’s words to hear what Chibs had to say.

Tig was in love with you.

Tig was IN LOVE with you?

TIG was in LOVE with YOU!

You gasped loudly, covering your mouth as you realized you would be heard. You were beginning to back away when you heard the mechanics stools roll back and two bodies appeared, standing to look over the vehicle, peering at you.

Your hand was still over your mouth, eyes wide, as you looked back and forth rapidly between Chibs’ pleased grin and Tig’s shocked expression.

Chibs clapped Tig on the shoulder, “That’ll do ma brother,” he chuckled and you brought your hand down from your face as he walked around the car to you. He placed his hand on your shoulder, looking into your eyes as he gave it a squeeze, “Talk to him,” he whispered where only you could hear and you nodded.

He walked away to the club house and you turned to Tig who was still frozen in the same place.

You bit your lip and stood your ground, Tig cleared his throat, “So… erm… You heard that…” he stated and you nodded, holding his eye contact.

He sighed rubbing his forehead, “It’s true. I’m sorry I was a dick to you,“  he looked down in shame and you took the opportunity to walk around the car to him. His light blue mechanics shirt stained with grease, oil, sweat and who knows what else, his face matching his shirt.

“S'okay…” you spoke from right in front of him and he looked up to meet your gaze.

“I thought you hated me–” you began.

“–I could never… I-I… Love you” he choked and you smiled a smile that stretched across your entire face, wrapping your arms around him and planting a huge kiss on his lips as he wrapped his work-stained arms around you, squeezing you tightly and burying his face in your neck.

“I love you too Tiggy,” you whispered.

Lost and Found

For swedishcreampuff, happy birthday. As requested, only fluffy fluff.

Raven adjusted the small bundle against her chest, glancing around nervously as she stepped into the main building of Camp Jaha. So far no one had disturbed her trek, and as she finally made it to her room, she smiled.

She brought the bundle up and tugged back part of the grey blanket. A little black nose sniffed at the air curiously. She tugged the blanket back further, revealing a fuzzy head. Bright blue and amber eyes blinked up at her curiously, a tiny pink tongue peeking out as the puppy panted lightly.

“What a cutie,” she murmured as her hand gently caressed the tan and white head.

“What’s that?” a familiar husky voice inquired.

The blanket was immediately flipped back over to conceal the small animal, Raven’s heart beating erratically as Abby gave her a curious look. “Uh, nothing?”

Abby squinted at her in disbelief, a slow smile growing on her face. “Well, your nothing has a small tail poking out of the blanket.”

Raven blinked and looked down, heat flushing her cheeks as she spotted the brown tipped tail indeed poking out. She sighed and grinned, shrugging at Abby. She was caught. “Okay, so maybe Lincoln found a litter of these in the forest. They lost their mom, and Octavia wouldn’t let him leave them there to die.”

“That sounds like them,” Abby nodded. The smile was still on her face. “But why do you have one?”

The mechanic licked at her lips, her eyes dropping to focus on the small animal. “Well, he was the smallest one, and for some reason no one was picking him. It’s not his fault he walks a little funny.”

Her hand found its way to the soft head again as the puppy looked up at her with devotion. She had to swallow around the thick emotion in her throat.

“Really?” Abby asked as she moved to stand right next to Raven.

The puppy turned to her curiously, one of his perky ears drooping a little. His face was almost completely white, save a small ring of tan around his left eye and three little spots on his forehead.

Raven sighed as Abby wrapped an arm low around her back, leaning in to her lover with relief.

Abby’s hand raised to join hers in petting the happy little creature.

“Who could possibly resist a face like that?” Abby uttered with warm affection.

The doctor smiled when the side of her face was peppered with kisses, and she turned to accept one on the lips as Raven finally slowed.

“I love you,” Raven declared softly, adoration making her face glow as she looked between Abby and the puppy.

“I love you too,” Abby agreed as she leaned her head against her lover’s. They both stared down at the puppy.

“So what’s his name?” she asked after a moment.

“You don’t mind if we keep him?” Raven responded with a cautious excitement.

Abby squeezed at Raven’s hip with her hand. “Even if I had minded, one look at that little face would have destroyed any of my objections.”

“Good,” Raven paused. “Because I think he just peed on me.”

The laughter from Abby was nearly instantaneous, and Raven didn’t hesitate to join in.

Her lover was very helpful in assisting her with the puppy, carefully unwrapping the blanket and holding him carefully away.

Raven frowned as Abby took off without another glance, heading in the direction of the small attached shower. She found herself alone and wearing a wet shirt and holding an equally wet blanket. Her nose scrunched up at the smell of the pee.

From the small bathroom, Raven could just hear Abby coo at the puppy as he was given an impromptu bath.

The mechanic tugged off her shirt and took both it and the blanket to the tiny sink in the small bathroom. She rinsed both with a frown. “Great, you used to be unable to keep your hands off me, but one second around that furball and I’m chopped liver.”

Moist hands settled on the bare skin of her waist, and delicate kisses pressed to the side of her neck.

“Not at all honey; I can help you clean up now that he’s nice and fresh.”

The rough quality of Abby’s voice made Raven shiver, the warm breath against her skin making her sigh in pleasure. “Last time we both tried squeezing into the shower we nearly fell trying to get out,” the mechanic warned.

“I guess it’s a good thing I’m a doctor,” Abby said as she began unbuckling Raven’s belt.

Raven grinned, and not much was said for a while.

The puppy watched for a moment before turning and stepping out of the bathroom. He laid down with a huff just outside of the door, not interested in the weird way his new humans were playing.

He was still dozing when they finally emerged from the small space.

“Bear,” Raven decided as she looked down at him, hair still damp but dressed in fresh clothes. “When he’s older and running around camp it’ll freak people out when I say Bear’s loose.”

Bear blinked up at her sleepily and sneezed.

“Yeah, I’m sure they’ll be terrified,” Abby confirmed dryly.

Bear yawned and cuddled drowsily into Raven’s chest when he was picked up again.

“Why don’t we go find something to eat?” Raven asked as she glanced at Abby.

Abby’s lips twitched before forming a smile. “Sounds good.”

Raven felt content as they made their way to the mess hall, one hand cradling their puppy and the other secure in Abby’s warm grip.