my brother fell from the bike and now it looks like this

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• “My stupid friends roped me into a mall scavenger hunt and you’re on the list” AU
• “We both wanted to rent a bike for an hour but the only one they have is a tandem bike” AU
• “You’re adopting the cat that I’ve been trying to adopt for a week now” AU
• “You just moved into the house next to my mom’s and she has you doing her yardwork” AU
• “I’m on a terrible date and you’re my waitor please help me” AU
• “My brother/sister asked me to break up with you for them i’m so sorry” AU
• “I’ve been receiving all your freaking mail since you moved out and you keep getting weird gifts from your brother make it stop” AU
• “Our dick landlord just evicted us both” AU
• “We both just moved in with our siblings and they’re neighbors” AU
• “I’m your neighbor and I can hear you fucking someone who shares my name” AU
• “Your cat got my cat pregnant and now I have all these kittens please take them” AU
• “I’m your ex, you are a cop, and I just got arrested for being drunk and disorderly” AU
• “Remember that one time in college when we were at that party and you asked a random stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend/girlfriend? Yeah well that was me and we’re adults now” AU
• “You’re sort of famous and we vaguely know each other through bumping into each other all the time but the media thinks we’re dating” AU
• “You’re a cop, I’m a firefighter, we always work the same shifts” AU
• “You always ask me for help but I have weird health conditions that prevent me from doing so” AU
• “Your roommate cheated on me and I just threw your laptop out the window thinking it was his” AU
• “My kid just shot a bottle rocket into your window” AU
• “We’re both in the vegetable isle and I just burst into tears while staring at the cabbages” AU
• “That’s my fucking fish that you just caught give it back” AU
• “I’ve had a crush on you since the 11th grade but you’ve hated me ever since that one time” AU
• “The advertisement did not do you justice” AU
• “You jipped me of those concert tickets so I came to your house asshole” AU
• “You think I’m nervous because you’re interviewing me for this high end job but actually it’s because you’re stupidly hot” AU
• “Oh shit this isn’t my car” AU
• “You fell off the map 6 years ago and you think you can just waltz back into my life. Literally. You’re the dance instructor for my best friend’s wedding and we have history” AU
• “It’s 2am on the night of my 21st birthday and we gotta fix this fucking mess by morning or else we’re fucked ” AU
• “My dad’s a cancer patient and you’re his nurse” AU
• “Did I mention that I had a dream about you last night? Oh right we’ve never talked about before” AU
• “Lol this was a terrible idea” AU
• “juSt a game? jUST A GaMe????? FUCK YOU I WILL DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO WIN” or the “so competitive it’s almost sexual” AU
• “Aren’t you the person from marti gras last year?” AU
• “We’re both on the same multiple stop flight schedules to go to the same destination so we might as well stick together. Also your shoulder is a very comfortable pillow.” AU
• “Fuck you and your bee farm I’ve had enough” AU
• “We’re in an exam study group and I just send you my nudes by accident oops” AU
• “Somehow my gallery sculpture piece looks exactly like you how weird” AU
• “That tattoo on your chest is the exact same as mine” AU
• “I was actually awake when you did that thing” AU
• “Why do we keep running into each other when we live on opposite sides of the country?” AU
• “We need to be really quiet but you have the hiccups” AU
• “Why do you always walk your dog at exactly 12am every night? Do you not enjoy sleep?” AU
• “For the love of God, what is making that noise?” AU
• “Somehow you manage to scare me everytime we run into each other and i already get frightened very easily let me live” AU

playing with fire | (m)

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

• pairing: jeon jungkook x reader, college! jungkook
genre/warnings: smut, explicit sexual descriptions, exhibitionist themes, slightly-sub! jungkook, switch themes, oral sex, face sitting
• words: 8,460
→ summary: jungkook seems to have a little crush on you, and no matter how much you try to ignore it, you seem to be losing your resolve with each passing day…

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K A I R O S | 04 | (M)

 /ˈkīräs/

(n.) the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement

An arranged marriage AU.

Paring: OT7.
Genre: fluff, angst, a lot of suggestive parts and eventual smut.
Waring: Mature content
Word count: 6.7k
Author’s note: Tell me what yall think!! I’d love to know what’s going on in your minds guys.

Parts: | 1 | 2 | 3 …

“But mom, I’m not going to live with a bunch of strangers-!”

“I had the maids pack your things last night, your bags are outside.”

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Cliche is underrated.

Especially when you just got kicked out of your own house by your ever so loving parents to stay with seven boys you’ve only heard notorious things about.

Oh, and you’re supposed to pick one to marry by the end of next month.

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aeonian | bestfriend!au

adjective (adj.) [ae·o·ni·an] eternal; everlasting.

Originally posted by bangtan

pairing: jeongguk x reader

genre: a dozen ice cream tubs filled with fluff

words: 4.3K

synopsis: Jeongguk fell in love with you over the course of many years. But there were four specific events that made him fall for you more and more 

A/N: hi, guys. this will be my first one shot and i am quite proud of finally being able to finish one. any form of feedback is very much welcome & please give it a shot


In the course of 10 years, Jeongguk had managed to fall in love with you. But there were a few specific events that really made him really fall head over heels for you. Four events, to be exact.

If eleven-year-old Jeongguk had to describe the place he had moved to in one word, it would be quiet. Although Busan is quite known for being a big city with many skyscrapers decorating the skies and lights visible from miles away, the district he moved to was like a whole other world in. Located in the outskirts of Busan, the area could also be described as a serene place with few people filling up the wide streets. Even though the young boy was used to quite the opposite, he familiarized himself easily. Befriending neighboring kids and meeting new people went without complications. Jeongguk really was a shy kid, but for some reason he managed to get to know many kids and dared to get out of his shell.

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Hidden (Happy x Reader)

 “Boy’s go gather up your loves ones. We officially go on lockdown tonight. Make sure all are here before then” Clary told the men around the table before he slammed down the gavel. The men made their way out of the room one by one. Happy knew that something like this was bound to happen eventually, he just didn’t really know when. Taking out his phoned going to his dorm he knew it was time for you to come down.

You heard your cell ring from the kitchen and you started to run around the house looking for it. You thought it was in your pocket but you guess you were wrong since you found it in the couch.

“Hello” You said into the phone not bothering to look at the caller ID.

“It’s me babe” You heard your husband rasp voice through the phone “Got a problem down here in Charming doll. We’re going on lockdown and I’m going to need you come.”

“Happy really? Come on”

“Don’t fight with me doll not right now, I ain’t taking any chances with these people. I already got Kozik on his way over to pick you up so he can bring you down.”

“You’re lucky I love you Mr. Lowman or I wouldn’t be doing this.”

“Love you too doll I’ll see you soon” With that Happy hung up the phone and you leaned back. You never had much to do with the club so Happy and you agree that not everyone needed to know about you. Happy said it was better for your safety this way. You weren’t out of the dark all together since you have met and partied with Tacoma charter before, they knew who you were but weren’t going to spread it around to other charter’s since they didn’t want to deal with the Killer himself. With his moved down to Charming you both knew everything was going to change. You were going to move down there with him at the end of the month once you finished up your job then the Charming club would find out about you but you guessed now it was the right time. Better to find out if they hate you before you moved down. As you packed the last few things you owned you heard a bike come up the road. Picking up your bag you made your way outside locking the door behind you.

“Ready to go meet Mother Charter?” Kozik asked as he handed you a helmet.

“What do you think?” You told him as you placed your bag on the back of his bike. He just laughed knowing you would get along fine with them. Starting his bike back up, Kozik made his way out onto the highway, where you guys would be spending the next few hours riding. You didn’t mind it as you always loved going with Happy.

 Happy sat at one of the picnic tables by the clubhouse. He was fiddling with the toothpick in his mouth, wondering when Kozik and you were going to arrive. It was almost time to shut everyone up inside and you guys should of been here by now. Happy wasn’t nervous kinda worried but not really, he knew you were safe with his best friend and he also knew that you would still get in since you were coming with a patched member.

“You alright there Hap?” Tig asked as he took a sit next to him lighting up a cigarette. Happy nodded his head still looking at the gates waiting for a sign of you two. Tig let out a breath of smoke watching Happy out of the corner of his eyes wondering what Happy was looking for.

Happy heard the motorcycle coming up the road and then it pulled into the lot. Happy got up fast making his way over, spitting out the toothpick. All of the boys look to see who was coming as everyone was counted for.

“Who called Kozik?” Clay asked Jax and Chibs who was standing right next to them.

“Not me” Jax said as Chibs shrugged, they all look for a moment before heading over behind Happy. First Kozik got off the bike then he put his hand out for you to take. You nearly ripped off the helmet from your head not wanting to waste time. The first person your eyes landed on was Happy, with a smile on your face you rushed over. Jumping into Happy’s arms he caught you like he always did, giving you a short tender kiss on the lips. The men behind were frozen in shock and confused. Kozik walked past you two and spoke as he laugh

“You guys should close your mouth before you catch flies” Tig moved from his position to hit him on the shoulder.

“Shut up you”

You got down from Happy’s arms and turned to face the boys. You knew who most of them were already thanks to Happy but there was still a few you couldn’t place. Happy held your hand in his as he also faced his club.

“Brothers this is my wife Y/N”  All of the boys were looking back and forth at each other not knowing what to say. They didn’t think Happy was a man who could fell in love with someone obviously they were wrong.

“Damn man why haven’t you said anything before?” Jax asked as his eyes scanned you up and down. Clay looked at Happy unimpressed and Happy could tell.

“Pres you gotta understand my role in this club, it was safer for her this way. I got more enemies than all you guys combined.”

“It’s not that I was just wondering how someone could love you” Clay joked as everyone laughed. He patted Happy on the shoulder. “Better make sure Gemma loves her”

“Gemma can’t be badder than Happy” You said for the first time. Everyone looked at you wide eyes.

“Obviously you haven’t meant my mother darling” Jax told you.

“Even I’m scared of her babe”

“Aww poor Killer, Where is she? I want to meet her” You asked looking around for a women on the lot but couldn’t see one. Chibs was the one that spoke up.

“She in the clubhouse follow me and you can meet her” He left and so did a few other of the men that were there. Happy nodded at you to go on so you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and went on your way.

“Seems like a good one Hap” Clay said as he watched you walk with the boys chatting to Kozik.

“She really is” Happy smiled as he saw you get along with the others. Knowing you were going to fit in well here with the others. This was now home for you both and Hap couldn’t wait to start this chapter with you. He wonder how he got this lucky. You made the Killer feel soft which never happened.

we don’t choose our family (BATFAMILY/JASON TODD X READER) PART 2

You guys I honestly can’t thank you guys enough for the amazing feedback for “we don’t choose our family” I mean you guys are honestly the best people i have ever met and I love your guys comments. 

PS: guys I wrote this listening to you (don’t own me by grace feat. G-eazy) and I recommend you do to because holy shit it was awesome

AS PROMISED PART 2 OF “WE DON’T CHOOSE OUR FAMILY" ————————————————————————————————

You could feel your heart thumping against your chest and your palms sweating on the handles of your motorcycle as you rapidly approached the Jokers hide out.

Your fathers hide out.

You looked to the left of you and saw Jason looking straight ahead, arguing with one of his brothers, you could hear him all the way from the other side of the abandoned road.

You smiled softly knowing this would probably be one of the last times you would be this happy, for a very very, long time.

All of the pranks you pulled with Damian were going to be gone.No more practicing gymnastics with Dick until ungodly hours of the morning. You wouldn’t be able to talk about the latest gadgets that were coming into the tech community with Tim. The worst of all would be no more phone calls with Jason that eventually turned into a 9 hour call with both of you falling asleep and staying on to say good morning to each other. 

It took everything in you to not turn the bike around now and just vanish from Gotham. You had to meet him though, innocent peoples lives were on the line and you swore to protect them no matter what. Also you couldn’t leave the family heart broken like that.

In the superhero world if a “hero” vanishes  out of nowhere it means one of two things, they either got caught up into some bad shit and had to flee, or they were probably dead. You could never do that to Bruce, the man who helped you through so much shit and accepted you into his family.

You shook your head and let out a deep breath trying to clear your head as you saw the outline of the jokers warehouse or what he called it the “fun-house” fall into view.

“You ready over there (y/superhero/n).” Jason said through the com frequency that only you and him shared.

“Yeah, yeah i’m good.” You said in the most convincing manner you could muster. 

“Nothing we haven’t done 100 times before,right?” Jason said with a chuckle but you could still hear the sadness and anger behind his tone. He still hated the fact the Joker was running free and causing chaos all over Gotham.

“Hah yeah.” You said in a encouraging voice to him but you really thought ‘I have a feeling it’s gonna be different this time.’

You slowly killed the engine on you bike, as did Jason, when you were close enough to the abandoned warehouse that you guys wouldn’t alert the joker that you were closing in on him. You slowly blended into the darkness the night sky so graciously supplied for you and Jason.

“Robin to red hood and (y/superhero/n), the Joker has no men posted outside so be very cautious for traps and anything lurking in the shadows.” Damian’s rough voice came through the main com making you crack a smile by how professional the 13 year old boy sounded.

“Wait but aren’t we the ones who are lurking in the shadows.” Jason fired back at the teenager and you could practically feel the smirk that was hidden under Jason’s helmet.

“I’m actually going to murder you after all of this, you intellectually inferior sub par pass for a human.” You heard Damian growl out through the coms before Jason turned it off putting his finger up to his head in a crazy gesture.

You let out a small laugh and examined the area. You were standing in the middle of the Gotham city docks with countless storage units around you, in front of the doors of a huge industrial sized warehouse that hasn’t been in use for 12 years. Well technically it was still used, but not that the public knew that. 

You looked up and saw Tim and Dick on the very top of the roof probably looking into the skylights to see what we were going against, while you spotted Bruce and Damian on the opposite side on one of the ledges. Apparently you were right about what Tim and Dick were doing.

“There’s about 50 men walking around with AK-47s and the Joker is standing in front doing, yes you guessed it, laughing.” Tim sighed as he climbed off the roof and meet with you, Jason, Damian, Dick and Bruce. 

“Robin, Nightwing, Red Robin, you’re with me on the roof, the element of surprise is in our court right now and we’re going to use it to our advantage.” Bruce said in his signature rough gravely voice. Tim, Dick and Damian nodded as they grappled onto the roof to get into positions.

“Red hood you’re better at making a grand entrance so when I give you the signal come in with (y/superhero/name), and show them what you got.” Bruce said as he gave Jason a stern glare.

It was still very prickly whenever a mission concerned the joker and Jason. The one thing Bruce still didn’t trust him with, Jason’s finger “accidentally” slipping and hitting the Joker during a mission. Before Jason could get a word in to defend himself Bruce had already pulled out his grappling gun and shot up onto the roof.

“And they say I have communication issues.” Jason said as he stared where Bruce had been standing and slowly sat down on a nearby stack of wooden planks.

“Jason, I know it hurts when he does stuff like that but you have to understand that he loves you and just doesn’t want you to do something you might regret.” You said softly as you sat down next to him, laying your hand on his shoulder and watched as he slowly relaxed his tense shoulders.

“How do you do that?” Jason asked as he reached up and took off his helmet.

His hair was still styled perfectly with a grey streak running straight through the middle. His piercing blue eyes stayed trained on you softly, as the moon light his his face making him glow like some sort of fallen angel.

“Do what?” You questioned looking up to see Jason looking at you with a lazy smile on his face. You held in a breath as he reached down and brushed a loose piece of hair behind your ear.

“No matter how mad or upset I am, you always manage to say the right thing to make me smile.” He said as his hand fell down to you cheek and caressed your face softly, making a shiver go down your spine.

“Maybe it’s my superpower.” You whispered to him softly as you smiled and leaned in closer.

You wanted to remember happy moments like this. The smiles and laughs you shared with Jason before your world is turned upside down.The first joke you shared, the last joke you shared. The first time you sparred and the last time you sparred. The first prank you played and the last prank you played. The first time you stepped into the manor and the last time you stepped into the manor.

“NOW!” You heard Bruce shout in both of your ears making you wince and jump apart.

You watched as Jason put on his helmet with a load groan and you swore you heard him mumble ‘are you freaking serious Bruce?’

“I’m sorry Jason, I truly am.” You said and ran towards the building and kicked open the door.

Before Jason could even respond you ducked a handful of bullets that has been fired your way and you landed in a crouched position on the inside of the warehouse behind a shipping container.

You looked up and saw the monster of a man, who sadly had to be your father, standing on a railing yelling at one of his lieutenants. You shivered realizing this would be the first time you would ever see him, well with him knowing you were his daughter. Apparently those 5 years of solitary confinement at Arkham helped him to figure it out.

You watched as Jason ran in guns a blazing, quite literally. He was taking out everyone in sight,jumping from one spot to another in a perfect rhythm with his brothers. You looked to see Bruce working his way up to the Joker when you noticed something.

“Guys, GUYS!” You yelled into the com trying to pull everyone out of their battle modes and focus on the real world. “The men aren’t fighting back anymore, they’re not moving from there position there just letting themselves get hit.”

“She’s not wrong guys.” Tim said as he just stood in front of one of the henchmen and they just stared at him with a emotionless look.

“What’s going on here Joker?” Bruce said honestly just as confused as the rest of us

“Are you telling me the greatest detective in the world hasn’t figured it out yet? I mean it’s just so obvious it’s almost hilarious, wait thats because it is hilarious.” The Joker said letting out a maniacal laugh at the end.

You gasped as you stood up, when a hand came around your neck and pulled you flush against a mans chest. You rolled your eyes and quickly jabbed him in the ribs. He bent over and quickly let go, you spun around round house kicked him in the face watching as he fell down and 6 more men came to replace him.

You looked around and saw you were only being pursued. They were even running around the boys to get to you. You gasped as one of them managed to hit you right in the gut. The guys finally realized you were being targeted and quickly rushed to help you take them down.

“What are you talking about,why are your men only fighting her?” Bruce asked from where he was standing face to face with the Joker on the balcony.

“Well I guess I’ll tell you but only this once.” The Joker said with a smile plastered on his face, as always.

“You brought me my daughter.” He said looking straight at you. You dropped the last henchman to the floor and felt every single set of eyes in the room trained on you.

“Isn’t that right, (y/n)?” He said and looked dead at you with the craziest look you have ever seen. Ever.

“(Y/n) please tell me that’s not true please.” Jason said off to your left in the most heart broken tone you’ve ever heard.

“Where are the hostages?” You questioned completely ignoring everyone else. This was still a mission to you even if you had to do it alone

“ That’s the first thing you have to say to your dear old dad I though it would be a little more heart warming.” He said with a mocking frown.

“That implies that you actually have a heart, now where are the hostages.” You said as you pulled out your eskrima sticks from there thigh holsters.

“Oh now i’m hurt.” He said with the same frown and clutched his heart as he leaned over the side of the railing.

“Is he being serious, answer me NOW!“Bruce said at first but then slowly turned it into a yell at you.

“COME ON BABY GIRL TELL THEM, TELL THEM WHO YOU REALLY ARE.” The joker quickly yelled after him making you clench your teeth.

“Yes.” You said quietly to your self, noticing Jason had taken off his helmet which was hanging off one of his hands before it fell to the ground.

“I can’t heaaaarrr youuuu.” He said again in a sing song voice cupping his hand up in his ear.

“YES!” You yelled up at him and tightened your hands around your weapons, not daring to turn around to meet the faces of the batboys.

“There you have it folks my one and only superhero daughter.” He said and did a twirl before coming back to the railing

“I don’t have time for this, Where. Are. The. Hostages?” You said through your teeth as you walked over the bodies of the fallen henchmen to stand directly in front of you father.You were still on the ground while he smirked triumphantly on the railing.

“oh well if you really wanna know, they’re up there.” He said pointing up to the roof.

You looked up to the sky light and saw a large crane holding a shipping container over the Gotham bay.

“You sick bastard.” You said as you kept your eyes trained on the container.

“Wouldn’t that make you the bastards daughter?” He said teasing you with a wide smile.

“I WILL NEVER BE YOUR DAUGHTER. EVER.” You stated giving him a fierce glare.

“TO BAD DARLING YOU EITHER COME WITH ME OR I DROP THE CRATE AND I KNOW YOUR SUPERHERO MIND WILL GO ABSOLUTELY MAD IF THAT HAPPENS!” He yelled jumping over the railing and landing directly in front of you.

“what?” You asked in confusion. You wouldn’t go with him, not in a million years but you couldn’t let these innocent people die.

“And here I thought you were the smart one. Come with me, be my daughter and partner in crime or else they die.” He said reaching his hand out to you giggling like a mad man. Which he was.

You turned around to see dick looking at you with concern written all over his face. Damian had a hard glare set on you but his swords had fallen on the ground. Tim looked up to batman, who just had his emotionless stare settled on you. Finally Jason looked at you and was shaking his head slowly mouthing the word ‘no’.

“I’m so sorry.” You said to them all as you softly laid your hand in your fathers.

A loud boom sounded out from the roof as two ladders fell in from the skylight one for you and one for the Joker. You looked up to see a gigantic helicopter hovering over the ware house

“COME ON LITTLE ONE, DADDY HAS A LOT OF CATCHING UP TO DO!” The Joker yelled at you while he grabbed on to one of the ladders.

“IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE THIS WAY” You heard Jason yell at you but Dick and Tim were holding him back while Damian was on his back.

“LET ME GO, I HAVE TO TELL HER, I HAVE TO.” Jason said struggling against his brothers. He probably just wanted to tell you he would hunt you down for your deceitful ways

You looked up at Bruce who gave you a silent nod. You sighed dropping your eskrima sticks and tightly held into the ladder opposite of the jokers.

“See little one, father knows best.” The Joker said as the helicopter raised you both out of the building into the starry night sky.

The Joker babbled on about a bunch of nonsense while the only thing you could think about was the heartbroken family you had just left behind. As the joker started to cling the ladder you made a silent promise.

Know matter how long it took or how many times you had to fight, you would find your way back to them and earn your redemption.

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Part 3 coming out soon

anonymous asked:

Could you do a story with a very hurt Jason getting dragged back to the cave by a freaked out dami. Who's worried about his brother then maybe Bruce and the other siblings come in and yah does that make any sense. 🍊🍊🍊#i get bored and read tags #yah

THANK YOU. Wow I didn’t think anyone would read through all those tags lol. I hope you enjoy what I came up with. : )

Also @dove-among-bats this is what I was talking about.

Title: If I Live to See the Dawn

Rating: General

Warnings: Blood

Words: 3,700

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Jason’s night had not gone as planned. He’d been halfway across the city, ready to drop in on an unsuspecting group of drug dealers when he’d gotten the call from Bruce. I need your help.

Bruce didn’t call him often and he never asked for help. Jason’s first thought had been that Batman was in trouble, but his voice hadn’t sounded strained. His tentative response of With what? was answered with a request to watch Damian. More precisely Bruce asked Jason if he would “Take care of Robin tonight.”

Damian was the last person Jason expected to be babysitting that night. Dick maybe. Tim probably at some point. But Damian? Jason hadn’t been able to wrap his mind around it. His youngest sibling was headstrong and far too similar to Jason himself for Bruce to approve of their spending a lot of time together.

Which meant that Jason was the last choice. He’d scowled, despite Bruce and anyone else who cared to look being unable to see it. It felt good to turn his mouth down in a grimace. “No.” He’d answered.

Except Bruce had asked him. And Bruce never asked him for anything. The request alone tempted something warm to bubble up in Jason, but he pushed it down as fast at the thought of being the last to be asked.

He didn’t mind spending time with Damian. The kid wasn’t so bad when you pushed past his prickly exterior, and he had a sense of humor that Jason found endearing. Especially when it involved dragging Tim for his lack of self-care. Jason simply refused to be Bruce’s last choice in the matter. He understood it, but that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it.

The other side of the comm was silent as his father considered the answer and tried to come up with one of his own. The silence dragged out longer than it should have and Jason started to wonder if Bruce had closed the connection.

“I’ll send him home then.”

That was it. The comm clicked off and Jason swore. Damian wouldn’t go home. Even if Bruce marched him back to the manor the boy would be back on Gotham’s streets in half an hour. Damian was many things: highly trained, able, and smart, but Jason couldn’t see himself letting a child, because that was something else Damian was, out patrolling Gotham’s streets alone.

Jason had been Robin. He’d been the kid to do things on his own. To be assured in his abilities. Batman had trained him after all. He’d failed more times than he cared to count. Wanted a partner more than that. No Jason wasn’t going to let Damian patrol alone, neither was he going to call Bruce back and tell him that.

It took Jason longer than he cared to admit to find Damian. He refused to call for help early on, for fear of Bruce overhearing before he’d left. Thankfully his youngest brother had a tendency to follow his father’s example and follow pre-planned patrols unless something caught his attention.

As Jason moved on to the third area he figured Damian would be he was ready with a snappy comment to give his little brother the moment he found him. Something about sneaking out being not DaddyBats approved, but the words died on his lips the moment he parked his motorcycle and cut the engine. Shouts filled the air followed by the cough of gunfire.

Jason was off his bike, the vehicle crashing to the ground behind him, and halfway down the street before his head caught up with his feet. The source of the sounds had to be close, his eyes grazing each alleyway he passed before moving on to the next.

A little over a block away he finally found the right one. He couldn’t see Robin through the press of men, but he could hear the kid through the roars and grunts of whoever he was fighting. Jason didn’t hesitate to throw himself into the fray, working his way towards his brother.  He lost himself in the steady, practiced actions of find the biggest threat and take them out. His brain a few steps ahead of his guns, a part of his attention on Damian.

All Jason could think of during the fight was the words Bruce had used earlier: take care of Robin. They were what pushed him to his limit during the fight, and what propelled him into Damian, shoving the boy out of danger as a stray bullet caught the side of an unprotected water heater and causing it to explode. 

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Sons of Lawrence #13

Summary:  Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top.
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Ruby, Jo Harvelle, Elen Harvelle, Bobby Singer, Meg Masters, James Novak. 
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,861
Warnings: Angst, language, medical jargon
Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.
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“This isn’t a fairy tale, Mr. Winchester,” Doctor Novak stated matter-of-factly. “Y/N suffered extensive internal damage. I can’t tell you long it will take because I don’t know how long it will take.”

Standing next to Dean’s hospital bed, John had his arms crossed and a scowl on his brow. “I don’t expect immediate results, doc. But there’s gotta be something that can be done.”

James Novak crossed the room and turned on the lights of the x-ray panels on the wall. He opened a large manilla folder and pressed the film up until it got stuck. He ran a finger along the outline of Y/N’s skull. “When Y/N got thrown from the bike, she hit her head. Now, the helmet saved her life, but it also did some damage,” he cleared his throat before continuing. “Along with a severe concussion, the impact resulted in a hematoma. In layman’s terms, clotting of blood outside the blood vessels.”

Mary, who was holding her son’s hand, asked, “Is it serious?”

Doctor Novak nodded. “It can be very serious if a hematoma occurs inside the brain. Unfortunately, that is what occurred. The clotting can cause pressure to build inside the skull, which is a factor into why she lost consciousness. Hopefully that won’t last too long. We went in and drained what we could.”

“What else?” Dean rasped, his throat raw from having a breathing tube removed earlier that morning.

Another piece of film was slapped up. “There was a lot of scar tissue from what had been repaired 3 years ago. This time, she was stabbed more than once. Add in the internal damage from the accident and the loss of blood, Y/N is looking at a rough recovery.”

There was a collective heavy sigh between the Winchesters as Dean pushed his head into the mountain of thin pillows.

“Thank you,” John murmured and held out his hand for the doctor.

James’ lips pressed into a thin line as he shook John’s hand. “Y/N was on a lot of my cases over the past year; she’s an amazing person. I promise that I’ll do everything in my power not to lose her.”

He went to leave the room, but stopped suddenly and rummaged in a pocket of his crisp, tan jacket. “I almost forgot,” he whispered.

Mary held out her hand when James approached and extended a fist. The ring she had given Y/N the other day fell softly into her palm. She choked on a sob and almost crumbled under the weight of John’s hand on her shoulder.

“You’ll get that back to her, Mare,” John promised, his own voice tremulous with emotion.

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Request: Deal breaker

Request: Can you do an imagine where you and happy are married with 2 toddlers and you find out he cheats on you so take the kids and leave and he can’t find you the ending fluffy?

I named the kids, I hope you don’t mind. Another sad imagine, please don’t hate the writer.

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: cheating

Originally posted by samcroimagine

Y/N’s POV

I began to hang around Samcro in one of those rare calm phases, when club was doing good and just working hard. Despite all the warnings about his nickname, reputation and the fact he didn’t do romance, I fell for Happy Lowman. I couldn’t help it, there was just something about him that attracted me like a magnet. No, it hadn’t been love at first sight though, and we weren’t that close in the beginning. Happy wasn’t looking for romance and I wasn’t expecting flowers and serenades. We were looking for a partner, just someone to walk by our side after disappointments and getting tired of solitude.

We were in the same page, and when we realized it, our relationship evolved. We began to date, open up to each other and Happy showed me a new side of him. I understood then; he was capable of romance, but his own kind and shown by his actions. We were in love and got married in a beautiful spring night. A year later, our son, Gabriel, was born to become his dad’s proud and a while later Penelope came to be Happy’s joy.

Our life was simple and good, and we were happy; but nothing can remain untouched or not affected by the Samcro life forever. Happy tried to keep me in the dark for a while, but an old lady just know, on her heart, when something is going wrong. My husband spending less time at home wasn’t helping either. I had never put my feet at Redwoody, but there I was, looking for my husband after two nights that he hadn’t come back home. I also had nothing against Lyla, but as the person running the place and the first one I saw, she was an inevitable target. Her eyes, big as plates, told I wasn’t supposed to be there and something would hurt me if I kept walking inside the studio.

“Where is he Lyla?”, I kept my voice down. One thing I had learnt from Happy Lowman was that a low and monotonous tone not always means calm. She begged and tried to stop me, but I ignored Lyla. I found them. The girl, asleep on a couch, wearing his shirt and my husband’s clothes on the floor as I heard the shower in the bathroom next door.

“Y/N”, Lyla followed me as I turned around and marched out of that place. She was talking, but I wasn’t listening. All I wanted to do was go back home, pack my things and take my kids with me to far from that town. As I said, nothing was perfect around Samcro and neither was my plan, because I bumped into Jax and Chibs on my way out.

“What is going on?”, the MC President creased his brow as he noticed the angry me and the desperate Lyla. I took off my weeding band and put it on Jax’s hand.

“Please, give it back to Happy”

Happy’s POV

“What is this?”, Happy asked as Jax put a ring on his hand.

“She told me to give it back to you”, his brother grimaced as he recognized the ring as Y/N’s wedding band. Happy looked around, confused and met Lyla’s sad eyes.

“She wouldn’t listen to me or stop”, the girl whispered, “Y/N saw you and…”

He didn’t listen the rest of it, Happy stormed out the studio and hopped onto his bike. Jax and Chibs followed him as he rode toward his house. This wasn’t him, Happy had let things get under his skin and he couldn’t regret it more. Club always had come first and it had been overwhelming lately, he had been hiding his clothes covered in blood from Y/N, not wanting to bring it inside his house, close to his kids. However, he had done it, in his attempt to stay away from home to protect his family, he had made a mistake that could make him lose everything.

“Y/N!”, Happy yelled as walked upstairs. He haven’t heard his children’s voices and the rooms were a mess. She had packed in a hurry. He went downstairs again; Jax and Chibs were standing on his living room and watching as Happy dialed Juice’s number, “Track down Y/N’s phone. NOW!”

“What do you wanna do brother?”, Jax asked, watching Happy closely.

“Mom”, he barked and stormed outside. They rode, as fast as they could, to Happy mother’s house. Y/N was close to his mom and kids absolutely loved their abuela. He just had parked his bike when Juice called back.

“No sign of her man”, the boy said, “I’ll keep trying for the phone and her credit card”

Happy didn’t answer and his mother was already coming to meet him, followed by a worried caretaker, trying to get her inside again. He had no choice but to tell her what had happened. As much as his mother loved him, she wasn’t blind to her son’s mistakes and scolded Happy as he was a little boy.

“You bring mis nietos back!”, she just barked and went back inside. Happy, Jax and Chibs tried everywhere; Venus’ and Donna’s houses and even Gemma’s. Y/N was nowhere to be found. He was getting desperate as the night fell, wondering if his kids where asking for daddy and if their mother already had taken them miles away.

Happy haven’t slept and Gemma was sadly looking at him as she poured a cup of coffee. Juice hadn’t had success in tracking Y/N and he was out of ideas where she might have gone. Happy opened his wallet and looked at the pictures; one of his family, Y/N, Gabriel and Penelope, and another one of him and Y/N in front of their house. They just had moved from her first apartment to a bigger house to start their family. Y/N still had the apartment though, she had rent it, but nobody had been living there in months. Suddenly, Happy had an idea and without telling it to anybody, he hopped onto his bike again.

Y/N’s POV

My old apartment was a good place to hide. Happy had moved in as soon as we got married and the place was perfect for us, but our family would grow with Gabriel and we needed a bigger house. Happy wanted a yard for his son to play and maybe a dog too. I had insisted in keeping the apartment though, it had been a present from my father and I didn’t want to sell it. I rent it, but it had been empty for months. It only had a bed with an old mattress, but it would be enough for us until I decide what to do.

I had thrown my phone away, so Juice couldn’t track it and I had money, I wouldn’t have to use my credit card so soon. I bought food and kids were still sleeping. I had been staring at my new burner phone, thinking if it was a good idea to call my mother, who lived in Nevada. I was about to get up and wake up the kids when someone opened the front door. I looked around for my purse and the gun inside it, but I stopped when I saw my husband standing there.

“Y/N”, Happy let out a relieved sigh and walked toward me. I held out a hand to stop him.

“Kids are sleeping”, I whispered and he nodded. We never had been the kind of couple that would argue for the neighborhood to listen. Actually, we weren’t the kind of couple that argued at all.

“You worried me, I had been looking for you”, Yes, I could see the signs of a sleepless night on his eyes. I wanted to hug him, feel those arms around me again, but Happy had hurt me.

“I saw you with that girl”, I crossed my arms and walked backwards, putting distance between us. I saw his jaw twitch, Happy had said once that he never wanted to scare me, make me run from him.

“Y/N”, he begged, letting me know how desperate he was. Happy Lowman never begged.

“Were you drunk?”, I cut him off.

“No”, he answered. I had to ask, it wouldn’t make me forgive him, but I need a reason, anything to help me understand, “I have no excuse for what I did. Club business had been taking the best of me, I didn’t want to bring it inside our house, to our children lives, so I stayed away. It had been a tough day again, I was pissed off and then she was there, pushing me and I… I…”

“I’ve never thought you would do something like this to me Hap”, my voice was breaking, I hadn’t cried yet, I had to be strong for my children, “Trust is so damn important to you”

“You have no idea how sorry I am”, Happy grimaced and he looked almost in pain, “I would give anything to go back in time and undo this”

I couldn’t hold back anymore, I let the tears flow. Happy pulled me to his embrace, held me close and tight. I felt his lips brushing mine. In the past, it would have been enough to lead us to our bedroom. In the present, it just made me feel a lump on my throat and I pulled back, “You know I can’t forgive you Hap”

“Babe”, he whispered, still holding me, “We always have been able to talk and work things out”

“Not in this case Hap”, I opened my hands over his chest, feeling his heart beating fast and I gently pushed him away, “I can’t, cheating is a deal breaker”

“The kids”, I heard Happy’s voice break for the first time since I had met him.

“I’m not taking them away from you”, I assured him. I couldn’t do it, my children need their father. It would be a mistake to run away with them, I realized it when I saw Happy’s misery, “I just need time”

“You can go back to our house”, he swallowed, “I’m going to the clubhouse”

“Hap…”, I started.

“No, no arguing about this babe”, he sadly smiled, “I won’t let you or the kids here. You deserve a good place. I’d be damned if I not provide for my family”

We looked at each other for a moment, both breathing deeply. Happy pulled me to him and hugged me tight again. Our children woke up and we took them back to our house. Happy told them he had to work. We had decided to wait and explain to them what was actually happening later. He packed as I distracted Gabriel and Penelope on the living room. He kissed both goodbye and I walked him to the door.

“You can come over to see them anytime”, I hugged myself, as I was trying to keep me from breaking into a million pieces.

“I will”, Happy reached for my arms and caressed them, “You can call me anytime if you need anything, absolutely anything”

“I know Hap, I know”, I nodded and stood on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek, “I’m still your friend you know, I care about you”

“I care about you a lot too little girl”, he whispered and kissed my forehead, his lips lingering on my skin, “I’m still your best friend and I will always be here for you. Always”

On The Door Step - part 3

Parings: Dean x Sister!Reader x Sam

Summary: In 2000, John Winchester opened the door to his current motel room and found a little girl at his feet, sleeping peacefully with a fuzzy white blanket tucking her in a wicker basket. Now, nearly 16 years later, (Y/N) has still yet to find herself in the world of the Winchesters.

prologue    part 1    part 2

Warnings: Season 10/11 spoilers, cursing (I think that’s it)

Words: 2243

A/N: Y’all are the best! By the way, requests are open (I don’t write Wincest and I haven’t tried smut, but I’m willing)! Now here’s part 3.

(Y/B/M) = your birth month

(Y/B/D) = your birth day


I sit still in the plastic blue chair resting against the irritatingly white walls. I stare at the students being attended by the on duty nurse and a few of the teachers. The staff is trying to keep the kids calm, hoping that no one will pass out or scream, but one of the middle school children doesn’t do what they were hoping.

The little boy screams and I wince, clenching my eyes shut and tucking myself inwards. The child has a rather large shard of glass sticking out of his back and a few teachers surround his body where he lays on the floor.

This is all my fault.

The paramedics arrive sooner than anyone thought, and the take away the severely injured students before attending to those with minor wounds, like me. A kind woman dressed in the hospital’s uniform cuts off my long sleeve and plucks out the pieces of the mirror that fell from the ceiling. I don’t wince, I hardly even flinch as she takes them out or even when she sterilizes the cuts. Once she’s done, she begins to ask a few questions.

“Did you hit your head?” I shake my head, clenching my hands together and closing my eyes. A quivering breath escapes my lips, but other than that, I keep my responses silent.

She examines the rest of my arm, and checks my head for any signs of blood, but when she comes up empty, she moves on to the next student.

My fingers interlock with one another and my eyes watch them closely like they’re the most interesting creatures in the world.

“I wanna leave.” I breathe out to myself, but the nurse standing next to my chair hears me. She turns to me, watching me closely before answering.

“You can go home soon.” She smiles at me, patting me on my knee and then sighing.

That’s not what I meant.


My legs feel light and my head feels heavy as I approach the door leading to the inside of the bunker from the garage. Sam and Dean aren’t home yet, which isn’t surprising, it’s almost a six hour trip from Lebanon to Denver and they left nine hours ago.

“How was school?” Castiel grunts from the same spot in the library he was this morning when I left. I make my way down the steps, making sure to keep my shoulder out of Castiel’s view. If he sees the bandages, he’s going to throw so many questions at me that I’ll get whiplash.

“It was school, nothing interesting,” I answer bluntly, passing him and heading towards my room. “Just glad it’s Friday.” With nothing more to say, I quickly make my way down the hallway and shut the door to my room. I have to stay away from Cas, he could figure something is off with me. He’s done it on several accounts and he’s told my brothers.

For the next 29 hours that my brothers don’t return, I keep myself locked in my room, answering Castiel’s worried phone calls with simple answers.

“I’m having really bad cramps right now.”

“(Y/N), your period isn’t for another week,” He speaks with concern and a hit of confusion.

“Okay, first of all, how do you know my cycle? And it’s possible to have cramps while ovulation.” I slightly laugh as I imagine the face he’s most likely making.

“Dean made a calendar for me,” he explains, “so I would understand most of your grumpiness.”

Of course he did.

“Look, Cas, I’m fine, so you don’t have to call every two hours.” I sigh, laying across my bed and running my fingers through my hair.

“It’s unlike you to hide in your room unless something was wrong.” I sigh, closing my eyes and feeling the throbbing in my shoulder. I’m too hot right now to wear anything but shorts and a tank top and if I go out there now with my bandage exposed, I’ll rat myself out.

“I’ll come out later, I’m working on homework.” I lie. I’ve been reading up on what they have been saying about the incident. They’ve kept most of the details from the public, they mostly just say the windows were broken. None of the articles mention the falling mirrors.

Castiel sighs and decides not to say anything more, so he hangs up. Tossing my phone on my bed, I hide my eyes in the crook of my elbow, trying to ignore the pain in my shoulder. Irritation bubbles up inside the back of my head and I leap to my feet.

Another hour passes, and I find myself pacing the floor in front of my bed. My fingers twitch as I run my hands up and down my arms, trying to ease my nerves.

Nothing’s working.

My breathing quickens, I force myself to sit on the edge of my bed, trucking my head between my legs in order to stop the attack.

It’s not working.

I leap to my feet, scraping my toes against my desk chair leg. I hiss, wrapping my palm around my big toe before sitting down in the chair to examine it. I ripped the nail and the nail tore some of the skin away from underneath it. Squeezing the toe, I close my eyes and try to focus on something in order to ignore the pain. However, when I open my eyes, I watch as my a little green light seeps out between my fingers.

I pull back my hand, which causes me to fall out of my chair and smacking my head against the edge of my bed.

“Fuck,” I grumble, rubbing the back of my head. I feel my nerves slowly calming and the attack subsiding and my eyes land on my big toe, finding the nail fully intact and the blood gone. “What the fuck?”

I climb to my feet, slipping on my jacket, and stumble out of the door. I need air.

“Hey-” Cas greets me, but I quickly walk passed him, heading towards the stairs. I make it to the garage, picking my helmet off the ground and starting towards my bike when I crash into a giant.

“Whoa, where are you going?” Sam asks, holding me at arms length. I’m out of breath and staring up at him with wide eyes. Shit.

“I-I’m,” I caught, shaking my head in order to clear it. “I was going for a ride.”

“With no shoes?” Sam glances down at my green painted toes. I mentally slap myself.

“So this is the third,” a strong Scottish accent says from where the impala is parked. Dean pulls out a short redheaded woman from the back seat, her wrists chained together. “(Y/N) Winchester.”

I stand straight, staring down the witch. So this is Rowena. Charlie was right, her voice is kind of annoying. I don’t move away from the door as Dean approaches with her as I continue to examine her. This is the first “villain” I’m meeting and knowing my brother they’re going to make it quick.

Rowena raises an eyebrow as she continues to watch me, and for a slight moment, her eyes widen in surprise while she ever so quietly whispers, “I’ve never seen so much.”

What?

“Alright, c’mon.” Sam pulls me away from the door, allowing Dean to open it and lead Rowena inside.

“We told you we’d be back,” Sam smiles, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and walking inside with me. I fight against the urge to push Sam away and run after Rowena. Sam continues to talk, but I can’t focus on his words.

At the bottom of the steps, I wiggle free of Sam’s heavy arm and turn to glare at him. “Don’t you have a prisoner to interrogate?” My attention turns towards the hallway Dean disappeared down.

Sam nods after spending a few seconds watching me. He gives me a tight hug, promising we’ll hang out soon, before disappearing down that same hallway.

“(Y/N),” Castiel huffs, drawing my attention away and to his shaking body, “what happened to your shoulder?” My eyes follow his to find my jacket had slipped off, exposing the white bandages.

“Nothing.” I answer coldly before turning my attention back to the hall.

I need to get in there.

I’ve been lingering by the hallway entrance for a couple of minutes now, my thumb nail between my teeth as I think of how in the hell am I supposed to get Sam and Dean out of there long enough to interrogate her with my own questions.

My attention turns to Castiel in the library as he grunts and shakes. He’s having another episode. And then it clicks. I know how to get them out.


“Guys,” I wince, wobbling passed the secret shelf door.

Sam acts fast, approaching me with concern and caution, worried if he touches me he might cause more pain.

“What the hell happened?” Dean jumps off the chair, leaning in close to examine the bruise forming on my cheek.

“Castiel is gone. He got out and… he left.” Dean looks to Sam and without a word, they both head outside of the file room to talk. A moment ticks by before I turn to Rowena, straightening my back and glaring at her.

“So much what?” I hiss, approaching the edge of the devil’s trap.

“I’m sorry?” Rowena bats her eyes, sizing me up.

“When you saw me, you said you haven’t seen so much. What the hell did you mean?” I narrow my eyes, watching as she shifts slightly in her seat, readying herself to tell me that I must’ve misheard. “They’re going to be back in here, I don’t have time for any innocent shit.”

“You have so much… energy inside ya, dear…”

“What are you talking about? What energy?”

“Magic! You have so much of it… So much more than I,” she rolls her eyes as she explains. “Of course you do, you’re a Winchester after all.” She says mostly to herself, but I glare at her for it.

“I’m not a witch,” I hiss, taking a step closer. “There’s no way I can be a witch.”

“Aye dear, you’re not. But you’re something,” she pauses, sizing me up once again. “But that much power you’re sitting on, it’s surprising you’re in one piece. That it hasn’t hurt you yet-”

I take a step away, my hand gently laying against my shoulder. Magic would be the explanation for what happened in the cafeteria. 

“You’re on edge, aren’t ya dear?” Rowena shifts in her chair, rattling the chains keeping her in place. “If you take these off, I could show ya.”

I glare at her, watching as a grin grows across her lips. I take in a deep breath before answering, “you’re lying. It’s just hormones.”

“(Y/N)!” Dean hollers, strutting to stand next to me. “Don’t talk to her, she’s-”

“Dangerous, I know.” I nod to Rowena before slipping out of the room. I tug on my jacket tight around my waist and duck my head down as I walk towards my room.

“(Y/N), we’re going to find Cas,” Sam speaks, typing away on his laptop. “We’re taking Rowena with us-”

“Stay here, I know.” I smile weakly at Sam. “I’m going to go to bed, Will you call me when you find him? And will you tell him I’m sorry?”

“Why are you the one who’s sorry? Cas-”

“Just, tell him?” Sam nods and I sigh, running my fingers through my hair. “Thank you.” I slowly drag myself to my room, my head swimming with too many thoughts.

When I reach my room, I lock the door behind me and rest my back against it and examine the space. Rowena is probably right, I have magic. How else could I heal my own toe or summon mirrors and  break glass without physically touching it?

As I pace around the room, my mind decides to send me back to the day I asked Dean where our mom was. It was three years after I was left on their doorstep and a year before John disappeared on Dean.

“(Y/N), we don’t have the same mom,” Dean says, pulling me into his lap while we waited for John to check us into a motel room. “Your mom left you with us.”

“Do we have the same dad?” I question, playing with the necklace Sam hand given him.

“Yes.”

Now that I’m older, when I look back on this memory I can hear the uncertainty in his voice. If he had told me no, who knows what kind of devastation that would bring to a five year old.

I take in a staggering breath and push myself off the door. I reach for my book bag next to my desk and dump the contents onto my bed. I rush around the room, pulling out clothes and hygiene products. I change out of my sleeping shorts and slip on a pair of skinny jeans.

Once my bag is packed, I place my school materials on my desk and stop short at the sight of the tiny fluffy white blanket folded neatly near the desk, the sticky note with the simple message written in my mothers handwriting.

Her name is (Y/N).
She was born (Y/B/M) (Y/B/D), 1999
Please take care of her.


Tags: @straightasdeanwinchester , @superblyunnatural

A/N: tags are open

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Thank the Chicken Man (Juice x Reader)

A/N. I love this beautiful bean. This one shot doesn’t mean that requests are open, or that I’m going to be churning things out regularly again (I know I suck I’m so sorry guys I’m just so swamped with school its a mess), but I have been inspired and have a few other things in the works that I’ll keep you posted on. Anyway, you guys know the drill, I don’t own anything except the plot, blah blah blah, including the above gif, as much as I wish I could own this beautiful man and some of his biker brothers. 

Alright guys, enjoy!


Juice rolled down the street, enjoying the purr of his bike beneath him, the wind in his face. He heard Bobby and Tig behind him, but as he sped up they fell behind. They knew the drill anyway. The Chicken Man was nervous about strangers and wouldn’t talk to anyone but Juice. Hearing other bikes would spook him.

Juice rolled up beside the blue van, which was parked rather conspicuously in the middle of a backroad, got off his bike and walked up to the window.

“Juan Carlos.” the Chicken Man nodded, head twitching to look around the lot. “May I assume the stimulants are in your backpack bag?”

“Yes Chicken.” Juice couldn’t hold back his smile. This was his favourite part, the shady deals. There was just something exhilarating about it, and he had to admit he enjoyed when he was able to do something like this the rest of the club couldn’t. “May I assume you have the cash?”

The man looked around nervously, giving another jerky nod. “Yes. Would you mind getting in? Talking this way makes me feel very conspicuous.”

Juice couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Sure thing man.” He opened the door and climbed into the passenger seat. “You’re a lunatic, you know tha–”

He saw something move behind him, a flash of white. “Shit!”

He elbowed the Mayan (not a Mayan, he realized distantly, but a guy from that gang they were patching over), in the face, but hands, too many hands, grabbed him roughly and dragged him back between the seats.

There was shouting behind him, but he was too busy bucking and twisting to hear them properly. His arms were wrenched above his head roughly, pinned in a way he couldn’t shake off, and a gloved hand clamped down over his mouth. He shouted anyway, kicking and bucking and twisting and strongly regretting leaving Bobby and Tig behind.

The man with the hand over his mouth leaned down, and Juice recognized the president of the other MC. “You tell Clay, my bullshit MC’s got some reach eh?”

A fist slammed into his face and his head snapped back, slamming into the floor of the van. Distantly, over the sounds of fists hitting his face, his own grunts of pain, and the blood rushing in his ears, he could hear the Chicken Man.

“I’m sorry Juan Carlos, but I’ve run up a bit of a tab with these Mexican fellows.”

Juice was very tempted to tell the dick what he thought of his apology, and where he could shove it, but he was a little busy. He lost track of how many times he got hit in the face, and then when he was too dazed to fight back anymore they moved down to his ribs. He noticed distantly that one of the guys behind him was tugging at his arms, and when he bucked against them the jackass behind him dislocated his shoulder. He screamed, or at least he let out a strangled groan, and something absolutely disgusting was shoved into his mouth. He was pretty sure it was a sock. If it hadn’t been in his mouth he probably would have thrown up. As it was he was pretty sure he was going to need to wash his mouth out with soap.

He got hit in the face again, and all thoughts of being sick were knocked from his head.

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  • “i’m a biker and one day i was biking in your neighborhood while you just happened to be outside watering the plants and since you’re so goddamn cute i accidentally steered into a pole and now you’re giving me first aid (holy shit you’re even cuter up close)” au
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  • “i’m a quiktrip worker and whenever I work a night shift, you always arrive and buy like 3 cans of redbull and you look exhausted, do you need some help? are you okay?” au
  • “you invited me to your brother’s/sister’s wedding as a plus one bc we’re hella best friends but we end up making out at the afterparty and now everyone thinks we’re fucking so uh,, u wanna go out for a drink sometime? try this whole couple thing out?” au
  • “my sister tried to set me up with her friend but little does she know that i am hella gay and i end up falling in love with her smoking hot brother, and whenever i hang at her place we always tell my sister that it’s for a date when really she’s now just trying to set me up with her brother” au
    • (this can be tweaked in any way to fit your otp :p)
  • “i’m one of those talk show stars that walks up to random people on the streets and asks them really obscure questions, and you’re really cute and camera shy and i’m sorry but it’s adorable how you stutter when you’re nervous, uh, perhaps when there aren’t so many cameras surrounding me i can buy you a drink?” au
    • “you just came up to me on the street and asked where the weirdest place i had sex was and i’m assuming it’s for one of those talk show things, but i’m really nervous because you’re really really hot in that suit holy shit” au
  • “will you stop flirting with me you just got seriously injured and i’m the EMT trying to tend to your wounds in the ambulance, i don’t give a fuck that i look cute when i’m concerned, you’re lucky you’re not dead you dipshit” au
  • “my mom/sister/dad/brother/best friend doesn’t know we’re dating but one day he/she/they walked in on us making out and started cheering oh my god this is so embarrassing i’m so sorry” au
  • “you have fire powers and i have ice powers and one day you save my ass and even though we’re supposed to be rivals, you’re actually really really cute and warm can i just stay in your arms forever bc i am perpetually cold” au
    • “you have ice powers and i have fire powers and i save your sorry ass from getting hurt/killed, okay i know we’re supposed to be rivals according to every legend ever but you’re adorable and wow you’re really cold, would you like me to warm you up?” au
  • “i’m so sorry i’ve been stowing away on your ship but i’m lonely and tired and starving with nowhere to go so please take pity on my poor soul bc you’re the sweetest pirate i have ever met and since we’re in the middle of the ocean now there’s no way you’re taking me back to land anytime soon” au
    • “i would be furious at you for stowing away on my ship if it weren’t for the fact that you look really sick and sad can i help you” au
  • “dude why did that siren take on my image to try and seduce you, is there something you wanna tell me” au
  • “I’m an elf with really bad aim so while hunting i accidentally shot you in the shoulder with an arrow i’m so sorry can i make it up to you in any way? oh shit you’re a wizard, please don’t turn me into a frog i’ll do anything you want me to” au
  • “we’re coworkers and all the other employees ship us so just for fun we all go out clubbing/to a bar but little do we know its actually a plot they set up to get us to realize our supposed love for each other. wait you’re actually a really good dancer and your laugh is so endearing and, holy shit, maybe our colleagues were right” au
  • “i catch you at the bus terminal shivering your ass off because it’s 30 degrees and for some godforsaken reason you’re wearing a short sleeve t shirt, so out of pity i lend you my hoodie and you look so surprised it’s the cutest thing i’ve ever seen, setting aside the fact that you’re a goddamn idiot, do you want to get sick?” au
    • (cont.) “you look so sad and cold that i just tell you to keep my hoodie b/c you obviously need it more than i do. a week later i see you at a coffee shop/book store/etc. and you’re wearing my hoodie which you look so fucking tiny and cute in, and you just saw me and you look super embarrassed; you offer me it back but i tell you it suits you more and we end up talking and i buy you a drink” au
  • “we’re partners in cupcake wars and i never realized how cute you look with frosting on your face until now but no distractions, we have to fucking pummel these other teams because we are the best goddamn cupcake company in the universe WE CAN DO THIS” au
  • “i’m swimming laps in a lake alone at night and i thought no one else was here but i just swam right into you and uh?? you’re not wearing a shirt and you’re hot as hell pl ease take me right here” au
  • “i took you to my family’s lakehouse and we went jetskiing which you were so adorably excited about b/c you’ve never been, and when we drove around on the water at ungodly speeds u held onto me b/c there was nothing else to hold onto” au
  • “my friends dared me to buy 20 condoms but i didn’t realize that the cute cashier would be working tonight so i avoided eye contact as i piled them onto the counter and please stop laughing so hard, oh my god it’s for a dare okay i’ve never had sex in my life and once you stopped laughing, i swear i fell in love with that sparkle in your eye as you grinned wildly at me and asked me out for a drink” au
  • “i accidentally called the wrong skype number and it turns out the person i called was you and you’re in a different time zone, so it’s 3am where you are and you just woke up and look fucking pissed but you’re cute so… let’s do this again when you’re not asleep. i’m more than willing to stay up into the dead of night to talk to you” au
  • “i’m a radio host who indirectly mentions you and flirts with you on my show but you’re so goddamn clueless, please just notice me i’m so desperate for you it’s kind of sad (see: welcome to night vale)” au
Daryl x Reader - Losing you (Request) [SMUT]

@chihuotheartist : Okay please don’t kill me, i finally know what i could ask you xD Basically the reader has been disappearing for quite a while now, everyone thinks she’s dead and Daryl feels really hurt and hopeless since he really liked her, but someday the group see something in the distance, its her the reader, she survived somehow, she is dirty and exausthed, daryl is really happy but also worried so he would take care of her for a while? and as ending maybe making love (fluff) ;U;

hope you like it boo, and happy birthday ♥

WARNINGS: SMUT, ANGST, FLUFF

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO, SORRY FOR EVENTUAL ERRORS


“Where are you goin’ sunshine?”

“Just a little run for Rick, he needs things for Judith, she’s getting bigger and bigger, I’ll be home before dinner time” 

you said, giving him a sweet kiss before walking out of your house.

That  was the last image he has of you.

You walking out of your shared house in Alexandria, giving him a smile before exit the house and never come back.

It’s been two weeks and you didnt’ return from that run, Daryl keep looking for you with no result.

Since your disappearance Daryl wasn’t the same; he doesn’t talk, he barely eat and spend all his time out Alexandria looking for you.

Today is no different, he was preparing his bike in silence, taking his crossbow and backpack.

He dosen’t notice a certain sheriff approaching to him:

“Hey Daryl, what are you doin’?”

“I’m going out looking for her”
Rick lets out a sigh, he loves you and Daryl like a brother and sister, but he accepted your fate almost immediately:
“I think you should give up”

Daryl’s figure tensed up:
“What did you say?” he asked angrily.

“Daryl…you need to accept that it’s already two weeks, she won’t coming back”

Daryl grabs Rick by his shirt:
“(Y/n) is a fighter! She’s still alive! We must find her”

Daryl’s loud voice attracts some Alexandrians.

From the corner of his eyes, Rick notice Abraham and Glenn walking towards them, ready to stop Daryl, however Rick lift his hand as a sign to stop:

“Hit me if that makes you feel better but that will not bring her back!”.

Deep inside Daryl knew you were gone forever, but he wasn’t ready to accept that you were gone.

Daryl stares at Rick with teary eyes: “I…I miss her so much” 

“I know brother, I miss her too”.

Before Rick could hug the broken man, someone run toward him:
“Rick you have to come at the gate, someone is walking toward our gates”.

Both Rick and Daryl start to run toward the gate; they could make out a figure getting closer and closer, but it was impossible to say if that figure was a human being or a walker.

“Give me those binoculars” Daryl asked Tobin, who quickly give them to him.

When Daryl had a better view, the binoculars fell from his hands:

“Open the gate, now!” he screamed.

Everybody was confused by his reaction, so, while Eugene open the gate, Rick takes the binoculars from the ground…he couldn’t believe his eyes.

Once the gate was open Daryl sprint outside.

He run an run until he found himself in front of the mysterious figure.

“…(Y/n)?”

Here she was, his loved one was there, in front of him, beautiful despite her grim covered body.

“Daryl…” she whispers before falling into his arms, she was crying.

“sssh babygirl I’m here” Daryl hug her tightly, scared that if he let her go she will disappear.

Since she was exhausted, Daryl picks her up, bridal style, and start walking back towards the gate, He still can’t believe that she’s back safe and sound, after two weeks outside.


After Denise checked (Y/n) up, and a very long sleep, Daryl helped (Y/n) into the bath tub.

Despite her body is covered in bruises and scars, he can’t help but stare at that naked beauty, she’s the most beautiful woman he ever see.

“Why don’t you join me mr. Dixon?” she says grinning.

“Are you sure sunshine?” 

“I’ve been gone for two weeks…I need to feel you close to me” She got serious, the grinning drop from her face.

Nodding, Daryl undressed and enters the bath tub, settle himself behind (Y/n) and hugging her from behind.

“I thought I’ve lost you” Daryl whispered, kissing the top of (Y/n)’s head.

She turn around, straddling Daryl and hiding her face into the crook of his neck:
“I almost give up out there…but I needed to see your face again…I needed to feel you again, I couldn’t die like that”.

Daryl keeps moving his hands up and down her bare back:
“I missed you so much, I went out there everyday, looking for you…I almost give up…I’m sorry”

Daryl’s feel (Y/n) smiling into his skin: “You will not get rid of me easly”.

At that, (Y/n) starts to grind on Daryl.

He bring his hands on her hips for stopping her movements:

“(Y/n) I…”
“Please Daryl…I need to feel you”
“I don’t wanna hurt you” Daryl whisper, staring at her eyes.

“It’s okay Daryl…I need you, please”

Daryl kisses her sweetly, pouring all the love he feels for her into it.

They soon became one, that wasn’t sex, that was pure love.

(Y/n) keeps moving up and down Daryl’s shaft, the only noises are their moans and whispers:
“You have no idea how much I love you Daryl”
“I love you too sunshine”.

With a last thrust, they both came with each other names on their lips.

(Y/n) lays her head on Daryl’s shoulder, while he keeps whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

“I will never let you go, sunshine”.



Note: I cried while writing this hahahahahhaha 

I know the smut wasn’t so detailed but I wanted to write something fluffy :3


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Ride you like my Harley (Trixya) - Chapter 5 - AnnieSantaWifey

A/N - AU world inspired by the TV show Sons of Anarchy. If anyone reading this watches the show, I hope you are not bothered with me changing the storylines for my needs. Whoopsies.
Everything is told from Katya’s POV.

T/W - bad language, probably grammar mistakes, horrible pick up lines and puns, mentions of drugs, rape, adoption, death and violence.

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Close My Eyes (1)

Characters: Taehyung x Reader (feat. Seokjin)

Genre: zombie!au || not quite sure yet as usual

next part (TBA)

A/N: Surprise! Welcome to my new series! Here is my take on something I’ve actually been meaning to try for a while. As always, please enjoy <3 - Admin Y


Many say that life is measured by one’s memories.

A baby’s first step – pride.

The child’s first birthday – joy.

A first failure – disappointment.

The second that follows – despair.

A hesitance before a kiss – fear.

Its passion – love.

Each individual has their own specific set of memories and the multitude of emotions that are attached with it. If memories held no meaning, they would simply be moving pictures within the mind. Despite so, memories are what are treasured above everything else.

You would do anything to preserve the memory of something – someone.

That is, however, a romanticized way of thinking of life.

From the time you are born to the time that you die, it is all a large countdown timer from the first breath to the last. Everything in between – those memories you make – they do not mean a single thing; you are unable to take them with you.

The moment you cease, so do they.

So to me, life is not measured by memories. They are measured by seconds.

And these are the last ten seconds of my life.

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Tough Cookie-Sons of Anarchy Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: Gory descriptions, some swearing

A/N: I just started watching Sons of Anarchy and I love it so much! I don’t have a pairing for the reader and a character, but I might do a sequel to this imagine so let me know if anyone wants a specific character to be paired with.

Y/B/T: your body type

Originally posted by anarsistpenguen

  It started off as a normal Thursday night at the hospital: a few severe burns, some broken bones, and a routine surgery. These were all things Tara could handle and was used to dealing with as a doctor. She was about to leave after a long shift when a large biker pulled up to the parking lot on a huge Harley with someone slumped against his back.

   “Can I help you?” Tara asked, a little suspicious since she didn’t recognize the man.

   The man didn’t speak but shoved the person who was sitting on the backseat onto the gravel parking lot before speeding away. The person landed in a heap just a few feet away from Tara without a sound and Tara knew instantly who they were when she saw them.

   “Y/N!” Tara quickly ran over to the young woman and gently rolled her onto her back.

  Y/N was in bad shape: there were cuts and bruises all over her legs and the part of her chest that was exposed by her cobalt minidress. Her face was badly injured since her left eye was swollen shut, her lip was busted, and she had several cuts all along her y/s/c face. Her y/h/c hair was tangled and matted against her forehead and she was shaking but barely breathing. Her y/b/t body was covered in blood, but she wasn’t making a sound.

   Typical Y/N Y/L/N.

   Tara quickly lifted the woman into her arms and carried her back into the hospital. “I need a bed, stat!”

   The on duty nurses immediately came with a gurney and helped place Y/N on it. She groaned a little but didn’t say a word. One nurse put an IV in Y/N’s left hand.

   “She was just dropped off her by some biker, not a Son. We might have to do surgery but we are losing her, fast!” Tara said as they hurried down the hall, pushing Y/N. “Y/N, I need you to talk to me. Did you break anything?”
   “Don’t know,” Y/N croaked out. “Ribs…hurt.”
   “Possible broken ribs, multiple contusions all over her body,” one nurse said.

   They brought her into an empty room and immediately began trying to clean Y/N up. 

   “Y/N, I need you to stay with me,” Tara said as some female nurses began stripping Y/N of her torn up mini dress. “Can you do that?”

   Y/N blinked her uninjured eye in response.

   “Okay, good. Can you tell me what happened?” Tara asked as she watched Y/N’s vital signs.

   “B…blindsided,” Y/N said.

   Tara almost said “obviously”. Y/N had to be one of the toughest women Tara had ever met, especially since Y/N held no qualms about starting and finishing fights with men no matter how big they were. She could certainly hold her own with her words and with her fists, which made her perfect for the job as SAMCRO’s bartender. Y/N was good at her job, but she never got in over her head, especially in fights. So whoever did this really did have to blindside her.

   “Okay, do you remember anything?”

   “Someone c-c-cut me,” Y/N whispered.

   The heart rate machine began beeping dangerously as Y/N began losing consciousness.

   “No, stay with me, Y/N! You can do this,” Tara said.

   But Y/N’s good eye closed and the heart rate flat lined. 

   “I need the AED, stat!” Tara yelled.

   A nurse rushed in with one and Tara worked quickly to rub the paddles together before shocking Y/N. Y/N’s body jolted, but nothing was appearing on the heart monitor.

   “Clear!”

   “Come on, Y/N,” Tara muttered.

   She shocked Y/N again and her heart rate went back up to normal. Tara relaxed only slightly because they still had a lot of work to get done. She and the nurses worked diligently and got Y/N’s scans and X rays done in record time. It turned out that the poor girl did need surgery, but they would have to wait until her heart rate got up to a place where it was safe to operate. This gave Tara enough time to inform the Sons of what had just happened.



   Ten minutes later, Jax, Chibs, Tig, Opie, Clay, and Juice barged into the hospital waiting room. A couple of nurses stepped forward, somewhat prepared to hold off the members of the biker gang.

   “Can we help you, sir?” one asked, directing her attention towards Clay.

   “Yeah, tell us where Y/N Y/L/N is,” Clay said.

   “I’m sorry, but we can only give out that information to family,” the other nurse said.

   “We are family,” Jax said.

   “Cool it,” Tara said, coming forward. “I can handle this.”

   The nurses nodded and went back to their posts at reception.

   “Tara, what’s going on?” Jax asked.

   “Someone showed up on a motorcycle and dropped Y/N off.” Tara sighed. “It’s bad, Jax, real bad. Whoever did this was trying to kill her.”

   Jax rubbed his hand over his face and turned away. “Great, when can we see her?”

   “Possibly tomorrow; we’re waiting on her heart rate to normalize so that we can perform surgery. She’s got several broken ribs, a fractured hand, and a broken kneecap,” Tara said.

   “She did put up a fight, though, right?” Juice said. “She wouldn’t let someone beat her like this without a fight?”
   “From what I can tell, she did her best,” Tara said.

   “Why didn’t you bring her to us, first? Hale’s gonna wanna question her,” Clay hissed.

   “She got dropped off here, I helped her,” Tara snapped back.

   “Why don’t you two cool off?” Tig interrupted. “We’ll stay in here and you go back there and bring Y/N back.”

   Clay relaxed slightly and let Tig pull him away and sit him down in one of the open chairs. Jax stepped closer to Tara.

   “Did you see the guy? Can you describe him?” 

   “Kind of: he was big, white, probably, but I couldn’t see much, he made sure I couldn’t see his face.”

   “What about the bike? Do you know what model?”

   “Just some big Harley that I’ve never seen before.”

   “Probably from Vegas, that’s where she’s been for the past four days,” Opie said through gritted teeth.

   “Wait, what?” Tara asked.

   “Clay made Y/N go on vacation since she never takes a day off unless she’s real sick,” Jax said. “So, she and some friends went to Vegas and last I heard, she was killin’ it at blackjack.”

   “I’ll call around down there, see if anyone knows anything,” Chibs said.

   “Good call,” Jax said.

   As soon as Chibs walked away, Gemma burst into the waiting room. She was wearing her usual black top and skin tight jeans with high heels. She looked calm but also tense as she marched over to Tara.

   “What the hell happened to my kid? How is she?” Gemma demanded.

   “Someone beat her up while she was away, Ma, Chibs is looking into it right now,” Jax said.

   “I knew I should’ve gone with her. We all know how she gets when she drinks and gambles,” Gemma said.

   “Relax, she’s stablizing now and I’m sure she’ll be good as new, Gemma,” Tara said. “I should go back and check on her.”

   “Please, go do your job.”

   Tara shot her a look before disappearing to the back. Gemma fell into the chair next to Clay and Jax and Opie joined her.

   “I can’t believe this happened to Y/N,” Gemma said.

   “That girl once took on three grown, drunk men at once, didn’t get a scratch on her,” Clay said. “Whoever did this knew about her and about us.”

   “You saying that this could be a message to the club?” Juice asked.

    “Could it be the Mayans?” Opie asked.

    “No, Tara would’ve recognized the bike. It has to be someone in Vegas,” Jax said.

   Chibs came back over to the group. “I’ve got the Vegas charter looking around. They’ll tell us if they hear anything.”

   “So now we’re just supposed to wait?” Gemma asked, shaking her head. “When we catch the son of a b*tch who did this, I’ll kick his teeth in.”

  “Might have to fight Y/N for that one,” Opie said.

  The Tellers and the Y/L/Ns had been family friends ever since Y/N’s parents moved to Charming. Y/N and Jax had practically grown up together and had become the best of friends. When they met Opie, they became the Three Musketeers. Y/N’s five older brothers used to tease and bully her a lot about her crush on Jax, so she learned how to fight and defend herself at a young age. When she finally became old enough, Clay let Y/N start working for SAMCRO as the bartender. She could mix drinks like no one else and she brought in business since she certainly wasn’t bad looking. Plus, she always put the Sons and other men in their place when they needed it. So, her attack had hit them all pretty hard.

   Gemma notified Y/N’s parents—-who moved to Sacramento shortly after Y/N, their youngest child, moved out of the house—-of her situation and Jax took the responsibility of telling Y/N’s older brothers. They all said that they would be back in Charming by the next day.

   Tara came back into the waiting room after three hours, which was great timing since the bikers and Gemma were getting restless.

  “How is she?” Jax asked.

  “The surgery was a success. All of her bones are reset and she’s been stitched up,” Tara said. “She just needs to rest right now but it looks like she will be okay.”

  “Thank God,” Gemma said.

  “You should be able to see her tomorrow.”

  “Thank you, Tara,” Jax said.

   Chibs clapped Tig on the back and Gemma released a sigh of relief. 

  “You all should go home and get some rest,” Tara said.

   She knew it was no use though. The Sons were fiercely loyal and Y/N was an important part of their organization. There was no way any of them would be leaving any time soon. 

   Tara went back into the room to check on Y/N. She was sleeping peacefully and was all bandaged up. “What did you get yourself into?”

Harold was a Liar

by reddit user AtLeastImGenreSavvy

I’ll be posting new, different stories on my personal blog, please be sure to follow @sixpenceeeblog

My brother, Harold, almost never told the truth. He was six years younger than me, and, although our mother tried to hide it, he was her favorite. It was easy to see why. Harold was adorable. He had round apple cheeks, curly blonde hair, and big blue eyes. Even at age seven, he was a social butterfly. He was always on the move, always playing with a different set of friends every week, and always charming.

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I’ll Be There


AN: Happy Lowman Imagine #1. Might make this a part two. This has violence.

Happy being a killer didn’t bother me at all. I fell in love with him because he was funny, smart and always kind to me. I first met him in 1998 when my brother, who was a member of the Charming charter, introduced me to him at a club party. We began a relationship and two years later, in July, we had a son that we named Tyler Michael Lowman.

At first, everything seemed okay. Happy would come home and show us love. Then, slowly, he became distant. He became more engrossed in the club than his own family. In 2002, we broke apart and I ended up taking Tyler back to Charming. We moved into a small house that was close to the SAMCRO clubhouse. Gemma, my mother, let me work in the office at the garage. Jackson, my brother, knew what  had happened between Happy and I. He could tell that I was hurt. I was 22 with a young child. I had to remain strong for my son.

// July 2008 //

I woke to the sound of glass shattering. I shot up and walked out of my bedroom, searching for the source of the noise. I thought maybe Tyler  had dropped a glass or something. When I stepped into the kitchen, I couldn’t believe my eyes. A man had a gun on my son. Tears were running down Tyler’s face. The man had him on the floor and was looking directly at me.

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Sibling Bonding Sesh

Sister Winchester : Sibling Bonding Sesh

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!reader

Y/N = Your Name

Summary: You find Dean drunk whilst Sam tries to pull a whiskey bottle off him. You try to help Sam but you all end up having too much. Fluf x

Warning: Alcohol and the dangers of it, not really but still drunk people 

A/N: Another ramble I just started writing. It’s fluff, nothing crazy happens but I like this little idea of just sitting with your two brothers and being happy. A little bit of protection and worry but happy endings all round xx

Originally posted by swaggyfuton

Originally posted by dominicasupernaturals

Another dead end. You slammed the ancient book over and crawled off your bed. It was 12:30 in the morning and it was becoming harder and harder to resist the warm embrace of your bed. So soft and warm and nice, maybe if you just rested your eyes for 2,5,10, 30 minutes you would get up straight away and keep researching- no you sighed to yourself you couldn’t give in just yet. The drive to find some sort of answer to the mystery with the next hunt drove you to stay awake and keep searching. You would tell yourself it would be the next book, next chapter, next page. 

However after countless days and nights of staring at ancient pages which provided no answers was starting to get to you, physically and mentally. The next book you told yourself again as plodded tiredly to the library and away from your warm bed. You readjusted your messy bun and rubbed the bridge of your nose where your glasses had caused sore indents. You yawned loudly and pulled up your baggy jeans from hanging round your waist and crossed your arms in your oversized cream knit jumper’s warm embrace. Everything you wore was old and worn and over-sized, mostly your brother’s hand-me-downs but at least they reminded you of them. 

You turned into the larger control room which connected to the library. You were met with the sound of your two brother’s voices. You thought they had gone to bed ages ago. You walked up to them soundlessly and put the useless book back in it’s place. Dean was talking loudly and slurred a couple of his words. Sam had his ‘talking to a small child’ voice as he was trying to persuade Dean to go to bed, drink some water and hand him the whisky bottle. Sam shuffled exasperated to the side as Dean again refused to shift his stubborn ass and instead he took another swig. Looking up from the bottle he found you hovering in the background, “Hey the whole party is here” he cheered whilst throwing up his arms and spilling a little of his liquor on Sam. You looked from Sam back to Dean and put on a warm smile whilst you strolled over to them, “Hey Dean-o. What’cha doing?”. Dean’s eyes were semi-shut as he smiled back, “Oh this and that” he shrugged as he held out his arms, “come here”. before pulling you over as you unbalanced and fell into him. You laughed as he rocked you back and forth. Sam laughed a little as you turned to him with a ‘help me’ look painted on your face. 

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The summer I met David.

(warning: really really long story)

This is how I first met David. Before our relationship went to shit, and he devoted his everything to making my life hell. While there are several more stories involving him, and some far more unsettling than this one, this is when I first realized he wasn’t who he told me he was. It’s by far the most unsettling memory I have of him.

When I was young, we lived in an old farm house. I remember my father telling me that it was more than one hundred years old, and that was the cause for the strange noises in the middle of the night. I never believed him. I was convinced that the noises were just David messing around downstairs. But in those early weeks of our friendship, no one in my family believed it was him. I never bothered to question why.

My father had inherited a sixty-five acre pig farm that he and his father had built from the ground up. I can’t remember how many pigs we had, but it was enough to warrant two barns.

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