naw she's


SO hypothetically speaking these are what Bonnie’s eyes are possibly going to look like after she allows her sister to take her to an artist to get them redrawn (which, keep in mind, I haven’t decided on if it’s gonna be official/canon, or if she’s just gonna keep her pie cut eyes)

I love it when people take pictures of dead animals they find so they can excitedly show you, and be proud of themselves for identifying it like yes, that is indeed a fox, how awesome!! Shared happiness spawned from an animal carcass

I Fuckin' Mean It.  (Carl Fluff)

Imagine: Babysitting Liam a year after Carl broke your heart the year before.. It’s hard enough to avoid him, as your neighbor. It’s only for a few hours right?

Note: I’m new to this!

Y/N was nestled on her porch swing, Her knees with drawn inwards as she swayed. It was uncharacteristically cool for the middle of summer. She was hellbent on enjoying every bit of it. She was halfway through The Great Gatsby, with no real plans for today.

“Fuck!” Fiona growled from across the street. She hastily snapped her phone shut before running a tense hand through her tangle of curls.

Y/N was no stranger to the notorious Gallagher clan. She had a fling with Carl shortly after she arrived to the neighborhood. It was short lived, as most young relationships tended to go.

Underneath it all, Carl was sweet. He’s the type of person that required a second look. They’d sneak out and sit in the van. His face would be inches from hers as they talked.He’d lazily throw an arm around her thick waist to yank her closer. She’d squeal at his sudden display of strength. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he’d growl in her ear. He liked all the things she tended to hate about herself. Carl made her feel like she could glow from the inside out.

But Carl was equal amounts of light and dark. When he was thrown in Juvie, she assumed they’d pass the year with notes and visits. Her young heart was overflowing with nothing but hope. Reality hit hard with his one and only letter to her. A wrinkled scrap of paper hastily shoved in an envelope.

“Don’t write. Don’t visit.”

Needless to say, Y/N was crushed. Carl wasn’t the boy that brought a hot blush to her cheeks anymore. He was another South Side boy consumed with greed and the need to prove himself.

It wasn’t easy to avoid him, when he got out early. She remained on good terms with his family. Whenever he came into proximity, she was out of there, like a shot. Especially with Dom right on her hip. Still, as she turned to go his eyes followed her anyways. It made her skin crawl. The last think Y/N wanted, was pity from Carl Gallagher.

Fiona’s voice roke her out of her daze. “Hey! Y/N!” She said jobbing over. “You busy?” She asked, nearly breathless.

“Naw,” Y/N said snapping her book shut.

“Uh, Ian really flaked out on me. He was SUPPOSED to watch Liam. He’s not answering his phone. I really gotta get to work. My boss is gonna have my ass if I’m late. You mind watching him? I’ll give ya ten bucks. Someone should be back soon. 2-3 hours. Max!” Fiona’s voice was filled with desperation.

Y/N chewed on her lip and nodded. She wanted to say no. She really did. Despite lingering embarrassment, she knew missing work was rarely an option when you’re poor.

Fiona groaned with relief and grabbed Y/N’s hand, tugging her forward. She rattled off the do’s and don’ts of babysitting Liam as the made their way across the street. Rules, she was vaguely familiar with. THe door slammed behind them as YN’s eyes fell on Liam. “Y/N!” He yelled before clinging himself to her legs. “Hi Buddy,” she grinned before picking him up for a hug. “You’ve gotten so big!”

Fiona glanced up before fishing a ten out of her purse and pressing it into Y/N’s palm. “You be good okay?” She kissed Liam’s cheek with an audible smack. He giggled and held Y/N closer.

“Stuff for spaghetti is in the fridge if he get’s hungry,” said as she slung her purse over her shoulder. “Thank you!” The door’s slam rang out through the oddly quiet house.

“What now?” Y/N said before ticking Liam’s hip. “Trucks!” He cried matter o’ factually. She set him square on his feet and nodded. “Alright than! Trucks it is.” He scurried around the living-room floor, collecting Hotwheels in his tiny hands.It’s been awhile, but not much had changed. Still cluttered. Still homey.

“Here!” He said thrusting a fist full of cards towards her. She sank down to the floor and followed Liam’s lead. The thing about playing cards is, explosions are a must. Or at least that’s what he had spent the last hour teaching her.  “Oh no!” She gasped. She feigned screeching sounds before pushing her car towards his. “Boom,” he giggled before running his car into hers. She sighed dramatically. “Ya got me again!” He gave her car an extra bump for good measure.

“Ya hungry bud?”

“Mhmm,” he mumbled absentmindedly.

She padded into the kitchen, poking around. She pulled a big pot out of the cupboard and filled it with water. She quickly chopped up peppers and onions before throwing it all in with the sizzling hamburger. Between the hum of the kitchen and the occasional noise from the living-room, she grew content.

“Hmm,” she mumbled as she sprinkled salt and pepper into the frying mixture.

Liam crept into the kitchen with a small pail of Legos. He He quickly got to work snapping the toy bricks together. “Oooh! Cool!” she said glancing at his newest creation. She snapped the jar of sauce open and poured it into the . She almost didn’t hear the door slam. Almost.


“Nope. Wrong Gallagher,” a familiar voice called out.


“Please be Lip. Please be Lip,” she mouthed silently. Her muscles instantly tightened as tension racked her entire body. She gave the sauce another stir before putting it on simmer.

“Uh, hey? What’re you doing here?”

Y/N tapped the spoon on the edge of the pan, shaking off the dripping sauce. “Um,” she stammered as she turned around. “Fiona had to go to work. Ian didn’t show up. So she asked me to watch him.”

They stood in silence awkwardly observing each other. Gone were the cornrows and baggy clothes. He was taller than last year. Arms had the promise of muscle from under his work shirt. He stared at her from under furrowed brows. She’d changed from the year before. He had a flash to the pudgy girl he’d sneak into the van to see. How good it felt to hold her. Kiss her. Naturally, he glanced at her chest. Shifting downwards he could make out the curve of her hips from underneath that sundress. Her curves, her curves, her curves. Even the thought of them caused  a lump in his throat. A mixture of guilt and lust.

“So…The spaghetti’s nearly done,” she said with a slight tremble. That’s somethign carle secretly liked. Her vulnerability. Not many South Side kids got away with that.

He nodded and sat next to Liam, feigning interest in his Legos.  He kept stealing glances at Y/N. The tension was thick in the air, but Liam was oblivious as he happily played.

“Need any help?”

“Naw,” she shook her head before pouring the noodles into the strainer.

“Smells good. I didn’t know you could cook,” he mumbled into dead air.

She chuckled and shook the strainer. Droplets of steaming water feel freely. “Yeah. Well, I’m a lady of many talents,” Y/N joked shyly.

“Look,” Liam said as he raised a mangled clump of Legos up.

“Speaking of talent!” She gasped. “Liam, you’re so good at building things,” she said warmly as she enfolded him into a quick hug. Carle missed the warmth in Y/N’s voice. The way she’d coo and purr in his ear, making him feel like the only man on the earth. “Fuck,” he thought bitterly. “I’m so fucking stupid.” He tried so harm to be what Dominique needed. Somehow he always came up short.

“Here ya go, Bud,” she said brushing his toys aside. She placed a bowl of pasta in front of Liam.

“Well,” she said straightening up. “I’ll leave you to it. Food’s ready if you’re hungry.”

“You’re going?”


She wiped her hands on a spare dish rag before tossing it onto the counter. “Well, she did say until one of you showed up.”

“You don’t have to go, Y/N. C’mon. Stay. Eat with us. Right Liam? You want her to stay, don’t you?”

Liam nodded, a mouth full of noodles.

She shook her head sadly before making a break for the door. Unfortunately, Carl was fast.

“Y/N,” he said as he caught her in the wrist by the living room. “C’mon. Stay. Please,” he begged.

She twisted her wrist out of his grip and turned her head away.

He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’ve missed you.”

She snorted indignantly. “You’ve looked okay to me,” she said sitting on the arm of the couch.

“I fucked up. I know that. You know that. Okay? I’ve just-I’ve missed you,” he growled as he hastily sank down into the arm chair.

“If fucked up means writing that pussy letter. I’d say yeah, you did.”

“I was facing a year. I-I thought it’d be easier,” he said quietly.

Her lip quivered slightly before she blinked away the tears threatening to fall. She focused her attention to fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

“I’m glad it was easy for you, Carl. I figured it was a typical Gallagher move. Ya know? Pushing away anyone that could care. Really care. But-But you couldn’t even give me the time of day when you got out,” she said coldy.

“It’s not like you’ve been around Y/N. “GOD!” He groaned. “Anytime I get near you, you’re fuckin’ outta there.”

“Well, you got your wish Carl. You can’t have it both ways,” She hissed. “Expect me to come up to you and Dom? ‘Excuse me, can I talk to your boyfriend for a sec?’“ She mocked spitefully.

He’d never seen her mad before. Truth be told, he couldn’t decide whether her wanted to yell at her, or kiss her. Underneath layers of sweetness, she was fiery.

“Want did you want me to say? ‘Hey, I know you don’t want me but I’m in lo-’” She stopped short, realizing what threatened to spill out of her mouth.

Carl shoved himself out of the chair and slowly walked towards her. He stopped and positioned himself right in front of her. “Finish the sentence,” he urged as he stared down at her. His fingers lightly brushed above her knees, sending electricity throughout her body. She shook her head and sighed. “This is stupid,” she laughed. “Because if you think for one minute that-”

She was cut off by the familiar sensation of Carl’s lips against her own. He lifted her legs, urging them around his waist as he leaned down to deepen the kiss. Y/N melted completely into the sensation, grabbing a fist full of his wavy locks. She gasped as he pressed a firm kiss to her neck. She instinctively tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He gently nipped at her favorite spot. Right below her ear. The place only he knew about.

“Mmm, wait,” she purred. “Liam,” she said motioning to the kitchen.

“I thought about you the whole time, ya know.”

Her hands crept around his neck, as she looked up at him contently.

“In juvie, he continued. “Wondering if you were okay. I missed you. Now, I could give you a million bullshit excuses. But I just… I fucked up. And all I can say is, I’m sorry.”

She chewed on the corner of her lip as he considered his apology. He tilted her chin up as he went in for a kiss.

“Hey,” he whispered against her lips. “I mean it okay? Fuckin’ stupid to let you go.” He placed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. He traveled to her neck as he planted smaller ones along the way. Y/N’s breath hitched she felt his hot breath in her ear. “I ain’t even making that mistake again. I love you.”

I refuse to accept that Iris Amicitia isn’t ridiculously strong due to training with Gladiolus and their father. No one expects it at first because they think ‘aw what a cute girl’ but then they notice that she has muscles and they’re like ‘wow I guess she lifts’, but they still don’t understand just how strong she is until she has a chance to really demonstrate it.

One day they see her fight and expect her to pull out a weapon, but naw, she just goes in swinging and beats the living shit out of some giant monster single-handedly and that’s when it really dawns on them that holy shit, this cutesy teenage girl could probably destroy them if she wanted to.

Meanwhile Gladiolus is on the sidelines, holding back tears of joy and saying ‘That’s my little sister, I’m so proud’.

anonymous asked:

Not A Confession- I'd been wondering would Narcissa have still lied for Harry if she found out Draco was dead? The first time I read it, it read to me like her protecting him was conditional on Harry's answer but now I'm not so sure, and it would certainly change the perception of her in the fandom, which is largely positive from what I have seen. What do you think?

I can understand why you’d think that, because it does sound very conditional when she asks. (and also raises a rather more interesting question of if Draco HAD been dead, do we think Harry would have said so in this moment, or lied?)

But I am of the firm opinion that no, either way she would’ve told Voldemort harry was dead, I am sure of this because I am sure that Lucius and Narcissa were 10000% done with voldemorts shit. once they got in too deep all they cared about was each other and more so, Draco. and DIS BISH, went after her husband, and then her SON? and then wouldn’t let either of them go and find him in this battle?? aw hell naw. So she kept her mouth shut, and stayed in the background and waited for her moment. and /that/ was her moment.

Whether Harry had said Draco was alive or dead, she wanted LV done. probably even EXTRA done, if harry had told her draco hadn’t made it. And EVERYONE knew that Harry was the only one who could do it. So she would’ve given him that opportunity either way. The only difference I feel would’ve been if draco had been dead, she would’ve been much more ready to join the fight against LV when Harry revealed himself instead of staying out of it to go and find him.  

Pizza, Pasta and some comfort

I love taylor_tut’s sickfics to death but the one that really stuck with me was the one about the college AU where Lance appeared on the gang’s doorstep and they all were like “let’s take care of this sick stranger”.

I really couldn’t help myself…


Pizza, Pasta and some comfort

[Fandom]:Voltron: Legendary Defender

[Rating]: Gen/ Gen Audience

[Genre]: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Friendship

[AU]: college AU/ based on taylor_tut’s The Pizza One prompt

[Word count]:  4,412

[Warning]: illness, fever, vomiting, cuddles, all of the cuddles

[Status]: oneshot/ completed


Had anyone suggested that someday, he would end up nursing one of his feverish friends on one of his regular Friday movie-night with his roommates, he might have believed them – he just wouldn’t have taken it too seriously.

Right now though, Lance was lying on the couch and Shiro was hyper aware of every huff and wheeze coming from the sick boy, somehow his breaths louder than even the dialogue between the man and woman on TV.

It was probably this bad because he wanted to be sure Lance was not awake when he would finally turn to Keith. But as he glanced back over his shoulder and up at the couch he saw Lance’s eyes were closed, his brow furrowed in discomfort and the soaked cloth they had placed on his forehead slowly slipping down with every little movement he made.

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What's In A Number?

Pairing: Tyler Bate | Reader

Summary: Reader is attracted to and has feelings for Tyler but the age difference gives her pause. Will she let go?

Author’s note: This drove me crazy, LOL and took a while to write but I like it, hope you like it too.

In all seriousness, I’m glad I did this, as often I start stuff in my head or on my devices and I don’t complete them, so I was determined to push myself with this.

Fluff-ish/Angsty-ish/DEFINITE smut.

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A short series of raps sound on my office door.

“Come in. It’s open,” I look up from my laptop to call.

The door opens to reveal a blonde, bearded man. A soft smile on his lips.

“Tyler!” The surprise is evident in my voice.

“You weren’t expectin’ me.” Tyler’s smile shifted to a grin.

I couldn’t help smiling in return. “No, can’t say I was but you know it’s never a bad thing.”

Tyler’s grin grew even wider at my words. He then came to stand further in the office, hands stuffed in his jeans pockets.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I absolutelly love what you write! I loved the same age AU. When Anakin stops to think about it, what do you think would be his new view on Obi-Wan? BTW, sorry for the bad English, I 'm not a native speaker.

Dropping down into the chair like a heavy sack of tubers, the blond gave the redhead a wide grin as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Hello there Kenobi~”

“Skywalker.” The other sighed and gave him a long suffering look. “You are aware that this is the Archives and Madam Nu would have your head if you start making a fuss in here?” He offered in a clipped tone, ignoring the way his heart was wildly beating against his rib cage at the others close proximity.

“Naw, she likes me. And my Master.” Anakin grinned cheerfully, shifting a bit closer to the other padawan.

Obi-Wan visibly rolled his eyes and focused back on his datapad, trying to ignore the other teen.

Or he was until the other tugged on his braid for attention. “Hey.” He glared then blinked at the serious look on Anakin’s face. “…What?”

“Are you really recovered? You really didn’t look good last time. Master Jinn said that you’d need treatment back here.” The other murmured, keeping his voice low.

“I’m recovered quite fine, the Coruscant healers are some of the best in the galaxy. They…had me in the bacta tank for a few hours and then I needed some physical therapy incorporated into my workout.” Obi-Wan shrugged. “The toxin did some nerve damage but once again, they did their job. I’m fully recovered.”

“Man you’re so PROPER. You could have just said you’re fine now.” Anakin sniggered and leaned on the table, watching the other.

Obi-Wan once again rolled his eyes, giving a low mutter before focusing on his datapad and to his surprise, Skywalker just sat quietly beside him for a while, watching him. It was a bit paranoia inducing but as long as the other wasn’t doing anything but watching him that was fine.

“You really don’t remember anything do you?” The blond finally asked, sitting a bit up while resting his chin on his folded hands, elbows on the table. “From when we reached the hut.” He clarified at Obi-Wan’s confused look.

“I…” The older teen sighed then licked his lips nervously. “No. I remember reaching the hut, I remember you helping me out of my clothes to dry them and helping me redress, but…it gets…fuzzy after that.”

“Hmm.” Blue eyes observed him.

“But Master told me you took care of me, kept the bite clean.” Obi-Wan nodded his head to him. “So thank you for that. I would have been in a much worse shape if not for you and your care.”

If Obi-Wan didn’t know better, he’d say the blond almost looked disappointed before he shrugged. “Eh, its fine. You needed help, I was there.” He shifted and stood, brushing his tunic down. Obi-Wan desperately clamped down on his disappointment before blinking when the other offered his hand to him. “Eh?”

“Its lunch time. You’re not allowed to eat in the Archives. Or do you have plans already or something?” The blond was smiling at him.

‘Force is he ever pretty.’ Obi-Wan swallowed before shrugging. “I’m not really hungry?”

“Yeah no, I heard Jinn complain to my Master about how you’re having issues holding your weight despite eating sweets. So come on, we’ll slip down to the commissary, get lunch and then I can help you out with your homework.” He nodded to the pad. “I’ve already done it, and flight navigation is one of my better subjects.”

Obi-Wan hesitated and Anakin raised his eyebrow. “Or do you have anything better to do right now or plans to eat with someone else?”

“…No. Not really. Bant and the rest are out on missions with their masters” He slowly packed away his pad and slung his bag over his shoulder, glancing at the others tanned hand before taking it, letting the blond pull him to his feet.

“Hey, if we’re lucky, perhaps they have sweetrolls. With sugar and cinnamon.” Anakin grinned at him, cocking his head and winking at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan felt a flush rise up his neck and to his ears as he smiled slowly at the other. “That does…sound nice.”

Anakin squeezed the others hand before letting go, tucking his hands behind his head as he headed for the doors. “Then of we go, food time.”

Obi-Wan glanced at his hand and hurried after, confused but intrigued.

“…If he corrupts my padawan, I’m blaming you Mace.” Qui-Gon playfully grumbled, smiling a bit.

“If they start playing ‘hide and seek’ in the Archives, I’m blaming you.” The Korun returned, watching his padawan with raised brows.

“Eh, fair. Sabacc?”

“I’m winning back those credits Jinn, count on it.”

Kara/Alex ficlet: "coming home"


Heard the plague was gettin’ you down, friend. How bout some honest-to-god Kalex fluff to lift your spirits a bit?

coming home

“Freedom!” Kara cries dramatically as she and Winn leave the lecture hall in a crowd of equally-relieved college students. “The week from hell is over.

“Speak for yourself,” Winn grumbles, hitching his backpack higher and digging his phone from his pocket. “I’ve still gotta do the Stats final and finish up that dumb-ass CAD project.”

“Naw,” she clicks her tongue with a mildly patronizing pout. “Betcha regret that two-week bender now, huh?”

“Shuddup,” he grouses, hip checking his cackling friend. “I’ll have you know, I– whoa, do you see that?”

“Hmm?” She glances up and around. “What?”

He gestures with his phone down toward the street below them, the line of cars and the swarm of foot-traffic. “The crazy-sexy woman leaning against the black Charger down there.”

At the mention of car’s model, and despite the fact that logic tells her Alex is still at school, on the other side of the country, Kara’s head whips back around, now searching in earnest, with frantic hope, heart leaping into her throat. Wishing, praying–

“Jesus Christ, I think I’m in love. Do you see her, Ka–”

And then Kara spots her, her whole face lighting up instantly.

She shoves her bag into Winn’s chest and takes off running, down the stone steps, ducking and weaving through aimless students, nearly taking out a bike messenger in her haste.

“Alex!” Kara shrieks, finally breaking free of the pack and launching herself full-tilt into her big sister’s arms, locking her arms round Alex’s neck with an overzealous squeal, peppering a downpour of happy kisses against the side of Alex’s head and face.

Alex laughs into Kara’s shoulder, squeezing her back just as hard.

Kara’s kisses quickly trail from her cheek to her mouth, Kara’s fingers sinking reflexively into Alex’s hair and holding her close at the kiss drags them deeper.

Alex’s fingers grip hard into Kara’s waist, pushing up under the girl’s shirt to gently brush against bare skin, drawing a full-bodied shiver though Kara’s frame.

“Mmm,” Kara murmurs into the kiss. “I missed you.”

Alex smiles, playfully nipping at Kara’s lower lip. “I missed you too. Thought I’d surprise you after your last final.”

Kara hums as she sucks on the tip of a very sneaky tongue. “I’m glad you did. How long can you stay this time?”

“How long do you want me to stay?” Alex teases back.

“Forever,” is Kara’s immediate, expected response as she continues to brush Alex’s lips lazily.


Kara smiles. “You love me.”

“I do. But if you’re serious about wanting me to stay forever,” Alex starts, easing back just enough to catch Kara’s eye, tipping their foreheads together as her smile stretches. “I have some very good news for you.”


I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 46 - The Picnic

Originally posted by aliciafangs

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

Chapter 46 - The picnic

[When Blake and Mia enjoy a little outdoors time, Negan comes over to join them…with some news…]

It had turned into a warm, hazy day, and Blake and Mia had spent the rest of the morning, and early afternoon, lounging beneath a tree in a small, shady, grassy part of the Sanctuary.

The area was small and surrounded by trucks and vans all parked up around them, but that was a small price to pay to get away from the sight of walkers leering and starling at the fences nearby.

Blake had grabbed a few food items from the marketplace, as well as a large tartan blanket, and both she and Mia had come out here, for a sort of makeshift picnic.

So far Mia had enjoyed playing with the grass, running around barefoot….never straying far from Blake’s sight the entire time.

The little girl was so precious, Blake could barely take her eyes off her…waddling about…nibbling on a few grapes and picking at blades of grass.

She was pretty much the child Blake had always dreamed of having. And now maybe….if Mia stayed with them, this was the kind of life the pair of them could have together….

Ok, this world was crappy and terrible sometimes…but here in the Sanctuary…with Negan and the Saviours watching over them….maybe they could be safe…maybe they could both find happiness.

Blake, sitting cross-legged beneath the tree, tilted her head and smiled down at Mia, as the tiny girl bent down on her chubby legs and picked a small, unopened daisy.

Mia hurriedly turned back around and ran to Blake.

“It flawer!” she said with a small squeal, holding the daisy out towards the caramel-blonde woman, and clambering awkwardly onto her lap.

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Shoreline - Chapter 3 of 4

Olicity Navy Seal AU - rated M, for violence and sexy times.

Can a wounded Navy Seal find his way back to the living?

A/N: This is dedicated to all our warriors.  Previous chapters can be found HERE and AO3.


Chapter 3

“Yes,” came the sinfully breathless response of the woman Oliver had not been able to get out of his mind.  The one word made him forget every fear and insecurity he had had about going to her.  It also made him think of what sighs of pleasure would sound like on her lips.

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Denial: Chapter 5

The sun streaming in through the hospital room window laid directly across Vegeta’s closed eyelids. The migraine once forgotten in an IV drug induced sleep began to slither its way back into consciousness, and foggily, Vegeta cracked his right eye open.

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Down to earth girl P1

Happy x Reader

Warning: Fluff

Let me know if I should continue!

The boys had drove to Colorado. There was a charter hosting a huge party for all of SAMCRO.  “Do you see some of these girls?” Juice nudged to Happy as they got gas. He was staring at a girl in a short denim skirt and a flannel shirt. Happy rolled his eyes a bit. He liked women that showed a bit more cleavage. “Shite…” Chibs said, staring at her walking away.

They arrived to a ranch. Parked their bikes, meeting all the other charters. The sun was setting. Everyone with old ladies called them so they knew the where safe. The boys sat by the fire drinking a few drinks. A big black truck pulled up. Happy stared at the big pickup truck. Soon a woman jumped out. His eyes went wide as he choked on his beer slightly. Chibs slapped his back a bit. He followed his eyes to see the woman. “Come on baby.” Hap waited to see a guy or a girl jump out of the other side. Instead a big white retriever jumped out. Hap watched the dog follow her closely. She was wearing tight blue jeans, cowboy heels and a black and white flannel shirt, that fit tightly to her curves. He looked at her hat, saying “Harley Davidson.” He smirked seeing it.  He watched the woman walk closer to the fire. She nodded at everyone. She hugged the VP of the charter. “Hey sis.” He kissed her cheek. “This is the original SAMCRO charter. “Nice to meet yall!” She said smiling, she walked around, shaking everyone’s hand. The dog taking a step as she did. “Who is that beauty!” Tig said getting on the ground with the dog. The dog looked up to the woman. “You can say hi baby.” The dog wagged its tail, sitting in Tigs lap, kissing his cheek. The woman smiled. “Hello Darlin, pleasures mine.” Jax said standing up, kissing her hand. Happy rolled his eyes. “Be careful, she can fight and shoot.” The vp of the charter said laughing. “Thanks Jax.” “How do you know my name?” Jax, smirked, feeling a bit of pride. “You’re the prince of SAMCRO baby, everyone knows you.” She said. Jax smiled sitting back down. The woman made her way saying hello to everyone else. She smiled at Happy. “Happy.” “Happy to meet you too.” “No, my name is Happy.” “Ah, well Happy, wonderful to meet you.” She kissed his cheek. She walked away, “Baby you coming or staying with Tig” The dog whimpered. “Alright you can stay.” She took her gun out and pointed it at Tig, “Hurt my dog, I will feed you to the mountain lions.” Tigs eyes wided and nodded to her last comment.

Happy tried to keep up with the conversation. His eyes glued to this girl. Chibs pushed him a bit. “Better watch out, the VP might kill yah.” “Nah, she can make her own decisions, I mean, if shit goes south, we are good at shootin out here brother, would be a shame if you happen to turn up missing.” Hap shook his head no, laughing. “She got an old man?” “Naw, she doesn’t stay often, she goes where the wind takes her. She is here every once in a while.” Hap nodded. She seems pretty strong willed. “ALRIGHT! SHOOTING TURNAMENT! SIS, TURN ON YOUR HIGH BEAMS!” The VP yelled. y/n jumped in her truck, driving up by where they were sitting turning on her high beams. She got out with a shot gun. “Alright, I am in. How much is the enter?” “$50” y/n handed her brother the money. Soon everyone passed in the cash. “Come on Tacoma Killer. You scared?” Happy smirked, she knew who he was as well. “Never.” He said grabbing his hand gun. “Little bitch gun.” She commented. She went back to her truck, pulling out another shot gun. Also grabbing a whole case of bullets. She handed it to Happy. “Take a test drive.
Hap looked at the shot gun. It was older. He had shot one before. He loaded it, looking through the scope. Shooting. The kickback, knocking him back a bit. He seen the girl smirking. She grabbed the gun from him, She went in a stance. “That tree with the target.” She shot it, not knocking back a bit. “Stick to your bitch guns.” She winked at him. Everyone lined up for the tournament. Everyone going. They got a disc machine. It was her time. She turned on some music. “This how we roll!” The song blared in the back round. “Pull!” Soon five discs came out. She shot them, drpping on gun, and grabbing the other. She hit all the targets as well. Happy staired at her. After, she walked away. Her brother kissing her cheek. “That’s muh girl!” She smirked dancing, she turned up the music. “This how we roll!!” She danced to the song, she smirked at Hap singing “Yeah we’re proud to be young, we stick to our guns,we love who we love and we wanna have fun. We cuss on them Mondays and pray on them Sundays. Pass it around and we dream about them one days!” She poked his chest. This girl, she was pissing off and making him want to go after all at once.

Her brother handed her the money from the tournament. The night raging on. All the boys talking with girls on their lap. Except Happy, even Juice had one. He was watching y/n dancing on her tailgate of her truck dancing, her hips rocking to the music. Happy walked over to her, holding two beers. Another song played, y/n jumped off her tailgate, she grabbed the beer, grabbing her switch blade from her boot, opening the bottle. Haps eyes widened. “No point in cutting my hand on the cap.” She smirked, jumping up to sit on her tailgate, she pointed for Hap to join her. They talked a bit. Every time she laughed, Hap felt a jolt, he looked at her plump lips as she talked. “Wanna go for a ride?” she said looking at her truck. “Sure.” “Tig, watch baby, remember!” She held up her glock, Happy flashing his as well. “A matchmade in heaven…” Tig mumbled, scratching the dogs belly. The croweaters jealous.

y/n played music, Happy looked at her, she drove fast, high beams on. They drove for an hour, going all around. “wanna drive?” Hap looked at her stunned. He had drove a truck, not one like this. He nodded. She pulled over and jumped in the tailgate. “Turn up the music!” Hap smirked at the song. “Run, run like the devils behind us. Run like so no one can find us. Be the accomplice to my crime!” “You will never face a judge without me you will never battle the gavel alone. If you get locked us away, than I will be here proudly to kill more time with you We are the outlaws!” She sang, dancing in the back. Hap looked in the back. He put it in cruise control so he could watch her body move.

Soon the stopped next to a lake. She unbuttoned her shirt “What are you doing?” “going swimming?” She looked at him dumb founded. Happy took a deep breath. “Can’t you swim?” “I can…” He watched each button she undid. She slid off her shirt. She kicked off her cowboy boots. She slid out her clock and unbuttoned her jeans. Happy seen all her tattoos. They covered her arms. He inhaled sharply. He slid off his shirt. She was thicker, her curves like an hour glass. He bit his inner cheek. She slid down her jeans, her black lace bra, matched her black laced booty shorts. She unclipped her bra, as she waded in the water. She threw it on the sand, and then her panties. Happys eyes followed her movements. “are you going to gawk like you have never seen a thicker, beautiful woman or are you going to come swim with me?” She yelled out. Hap smirked. He was stripped down. The water was nice and cool in the stale warm air of Colorado.

He swam around with her. She stopped looking at the moon. She was quiet, but still wore a gentle smile. Happy was a quite stoic man, but this girl was different. Maybe because she grew up around the club but not the mother charter. The VP did mention they were not all blood however. He was not going to bring that up right now. He was and she was naked. She swam over to him, splashing him slightly. She smirked. Hap splashed back. She put her arms around his neck. He felt her breasts pressed against his chest. She pressed her lips against his. He held her face gently, kissing her deeply.