oops i said i had no words

Skewered

Summary: You’re a doctor for the avengers and when Bucky comes in with a hunk of metal in his side you find that it’s not his injury that’s making you sweat.

Warnings: Description of wounds/blood, Bucky being shameless

Note: I’m overwhelmed by the feedback I got on my last fic! You guys are great! So for my second fic I though I’d try out Bucky, again I’d love any constructive comments/criticism.


“Incoming! Incoming!” Odette, the surgical tech assigned to you rushes into the room.

“How many?” you ask, looking up from the table where you’ve laid out your tools.The tech flushes. You sigh. “What type of injuries?” 

“Uh-hm..” the tech stutters. You turn around so you can hide your eye roll. “Dr.Cho’s been called in..” Odette says. 

“Thank you, Odette” You say and head to the sink to scrub your hands again. You are a top scientist working for Fury, and besides having your degree in engineering you’re an MD who specializes in general surgery. So whenever the reinstated avengers go on mission you’re put on call, which basically consists of you waiting in the med bay in case anyone needs to be treated. Usually the injuries are minor, the team are unparalleled in what they do, and you just end up patching up deep scrapes or bullet grazes. Because of this and the fact you have daily work at the Avenger’s compound you’ve become very friendly with the team.

Your palms start to sweat. Today’s mission was supposed to be high risk and it’s a bad sign that Helen’s been called in. With you and one other doctor on call her and her technology are only called in for severe injuries. The door opens and a battered looking Steve supporting an even more battered looking Bucky walks in. Steve helps Bucky sit on the examination table.

“Any more injured?” You ask, pulling on gloves.

“Scrapes all around, except for Sam. He’s badly burned.” Steve blows air out of his mouth. You look at him, his brow is creased in worry. 

“How badly?” You look at Bucky, he has a chunk of what seems to be jagged metal in his side, about two inches thick, protruding several inches from his gear. It seems to be a simple extraction job.

“Badly. But Park’s seeing to him”  Samuel Park is the other doctor in the compound “Dr.Cho’s supposed to put him in the new Cradle.I hope she gets here soon.”

You walk to the table and pick up scissors and a knife. “Odette, You should go assist Dr.Park.” the tech nods, and scurries out the door. Steve goes to follow but looks back at Bucky.

“He’ll be fine, go,” You say, and with that Steve leaves.


You look at Bucky. His eyes are already trained on you. It reminds you of the time Steve came in for stitches. His forearm had been split open. Bucky leaned against the wall in the corner of the room, he remained silent but his eyes followed your every move. Even when you looked at him he didn’t break his gaze. You assumed he was just being protective over his best friend. Bucky hasn’t said more than two words to you in the time that you’ve known him. Even after he started opening up and joking around with the team he remained oddly silent around you. You assumed you annoyed him. He had no problem talking with the others and even flirting with the research techs. 

You step up to him and start cutting away his gear. ‘Oops probably should have asked before I started cutting off his clothes’.Heat flushes down your neck and you stop your actions.

“Sorry, do you mind  if I cut away your gear?” 

“ ‘S fine” he says, voice low. You look up and you swear there’s a hint of smile on his face. You nod and continue. He smells of something metallic mixed with blood and sweat and a hint of….cologne…? As you cut away more of his gear you catch more of it. You try not to think about it. He’s handsome, the type of handsome that makes people do a double take. You try to ignore the broadness of his shoulders as his gear falls away, leaving him in a damp wife-beater. 

“Ain’t even the first date and you’re already tryna get me outta my clothes.” He rasps, startling you. You stutter and stammer, before deciding not to respond.

“Okay,” you say, taking a breath. “I’m just going to  take a look at this” You step in between his legs and inspect the metal shard. It looks worse than what you first thought it was. The shard is about the size of your hand and sticks out right below his rib cage, there’s a possibility that it might have hit some organs. There’s no exit point. Your heart rate goes up. Can a super soldier die if his major organs fail before his body can repair them? 

You wheel over your table of tools. You wish you hadn’t sent away Odette.

“Can you lay down for me?,” You ask.

“Of course sugar.” He says, piercing you with his stare.

You take a deep breath, feeling flustered. Did this man want to die on the operating table?

You cut away his undershirt and prepare some local anesthesia.

“I’m going to try to numb the area, but I don’t know how well this will work. I’m sorry I don’t have anything else on hand.” You don’t even know if anesthesia would work on him.

“ ‘S alright, darling I’ve been through worse,” He says giving you a small smile. You feel your face fall as you think about how true his statement is. You numb him and take a deep breath.You move to start extracting the shard when his hand shoots out and grabs yours. You stop yourself from jumping.

“You know there is something that would make me feel better.” Bucky says, voice gravelly.

“Of course, what is it?” You place your tools back on the table. ‘Maybe a special painkiller?’ you think.

“A kiss,” Bucky’s face stretches into a wide smirk.

You splutter “James…!”

“Bucky.” he supplies, smirk not leaving his face.

“Bucky….I uh….I don’t think that would be necessary for minimizing your pain.”

Oh I beg to differ darlin’“ He says.

You clear your throat and start to grab your tools again. Bucky says your name, pleadingly.

“Come on, ya really gonna deny a dyin’ man his final wish.” You roll your eyes at his dramatic tone. You fix him with your gaze.

 “You’re not gonna die Bucky.” 

“Here I am,bleeding out on your table, and all I’m askin’ for is one little kiss. Just one little kiss, from the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He looks at you from the corner of his eye “….before she slices me open.”

You sigh. One thing you know about Bucky Barnes is that he’s stubborn as a bull. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, his stubble prickling you in a not unpleasant way.

For a moment Bucky just looks at you, it seems like he’s crawling underneath your skin with that stare. Then he groans “Really sugar? Ya gonna try and cheat a man with a chunk of metal in his side?”

“I-I, uh” You stammer

“You really are heartless.” He sighs dramatically, closing his eyes.

You war with yourself for a split second, before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. As you start to pull away Bucky’s hand comes up and stops you, and he deepens the kiss. His lips are surprisingly soft, his stubble scratches your face deliciously. Remembering the fact that he has a piece of metal in his side, you slowly withdraw. Bucky tugs on your lip with his teeth as you do so, which makes you have to turn around in order to regain your composure. When you turn back around, Bucky’s face is split in an ear to ear grin.

“Alright beautiful, cut me open, I can now die a happy man.”

You swallow, “Shut up James,” you snap, hating how your voice shakes. You pick up your tools and start to remove the metal. It comes out surprisingly smoothly, except for the last few inches. As you pull them free, Bucky starts to bleed. Way too much. The end of the shard is jagged. You try to contain the blood. But there’s just so much, you call for assistance and try to repair the damage.

By the time you finish you’re covered in blood. “Bucky, Bucky can you hear me?” You say, stepping close and touching his face, he looks drawn, pale.

“His pulse is faint. But it’s there.” Odette says. You jump, you forgot she had come in.

“Alright,” you sigh, blowing hair back from your forehead. “Guess we’ll wait.”


Bucky’s moved to a different hospital bed in another one of the rooms, and fitted with IVs. Steve understandably freaks out, with two close friends gravely injured within 24 hours it’s no wonder. Sam’s healed now, resting. You tell Steve to do the same and sit in a chair in Bucky’s room. The others wander in and out of the room.You know with his regenerative properties he’ll recover, but when six hours pass you can’t help but worry. ‘Why hasn’t he woken up by now?’ .


You blink your eyes open as a sliver of sunlight passes across your face. You squint, looking at the clock on the wall: 7 am. Damn. You finished patching Bucky up at about 4 pm last night. You had fallen asleep in his room. ‘I’m terrible at keeping watch’ you scold yourself. ‘What if he had worsened during the night?’ You look over at Bucky, only to find him watching you. You jump.

“Man you need to stop doing that.” Your voice is thick with sleep. You lick your dry lips, feeling self conscious. Standing you hear your joints cracking as you walk over.

“How can I help it when you’re always lookin’ so gorgeous?” He smirks.

“Shut up,” You say, pulling back the covers and inspecting his wound. It looks nearly healed. “How do you feel?” you murmur.

“Alright,” He says wincing slightly as you put pressure on his wound. He sits up, and you try to ignore the way the muscles in his chest and stomach flex. “I’d feel better if you’d let me buy you dinner, though” He looks up at you through his lashes. You click your tongue.

“You really are shameless,”

“Come on, it’s the least I can do after bleedin’ all over ya.” You look down at yourself, your scrubs are crusted in dried blood. You start replacing the dressing on his wound.

“You say that to all the girls who stitch you up?” You quip, avoiding his gaze.

“Nope. But then again I don’t spend six months building up the courage to ask those girls out either.” You look at him for a long while,saying nothing, and notice how red starts to tinge his ears and creep up his neck.

“Alright,” You answer finally giving him a smirk of your own.

Bucky lets out a huge breath, and chuckles  “Damn sugar, you really know how to make a man sweat, don’t ya?”


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You’ll always have me ∾ montgomery de la cruz

Originally posted by despairingfever

posted 4/13/17

request? yes
Saw that you said you wrote for 13rw and I just had to request. Can you do an imagine where the reader and Montgomery are best friends and the reader is Justin’s little sister so when the mom’s boyfriend beats her she goes to Montgomery and he comforts her and more fluff? Thank you !

pairing(s): justin x sister!reader , montgomery x reader (platonic) 

warnings: plenty of cussing

words: 1032

a/n: i couldn’t find any other gifs so that was the best i could find, oops.
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Running Out Of Time

pairing: Lin x reader

warnings: ANGST

requests: “Anonymous asked: because I’m a literary masochist (apparently), pretty pretty please may I have just all kinds of Lin angst? Ruin me with your words” (i didn’t write this for the request specifically, because i have another fic in the works that’s angst as well which i wrote for the request)

summary: Nine years of being married to Lin, and each of them was a blessing. (idk how to summarize it, just stay for the storyline please)

Okay wow this fic really took a lot out of me. Thank you to @sunshinemiranda for the advice and for generally being amazing! This was somehow inspired by What I’m Proudest Of by @ourforgottenboleros, who also inspires me daily. I don’t know how to feel about this fic. Enjoy!

words: 4050 lmao oops

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before.

Lin paused the episode of Gilmore Girls and turned to you.

“Remember how our first conversation was about how boring parents were?”

“We were 4, though, so that’s perfectly acceptable.”

“Remember when you avoided me all through primary school?”

“That was because my friends wouldn’t stop singing ‘K-I-S-S-I-N-G’ whenever you talked to me!”

“Like I would’ve kissed you then, girls had cooties.”

“That wasn’t what you said in high school at that party.”

“God, shut up. I was drunk, we were separated in middle school, and that was the first time I saw you in a dress, okay?”

“Funny how we became best friends, though. Our friendship prevailed through the violent road of high school, college and after college.”

“Funny how we had such faith in platonic sleepovers and we really believed it when we said ‘Oh, we’re just friends.’”

“Funny how I told myself I wouldn’t marry you because my mom thought you were the perfect guy.”

“Funny how I’m getting married to my best friend and nothing has ever felt this right.”

“That, I can agree with.”

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Summary: Kylo has returned to the light side and Leia has tasked you with teaching Kylo how to be good again

A/N: Will I ever take fics seriously? No. Will I ever stop stealing dialogue? Also no. Anyway this will never be canon and I am upset.

“My son has returned to me and I want to do all that is possible to keep him from returning to the dark side.” Leia said.

“…..and we come into this how?”

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To the Latinos Who Can't Speak Spanish
By John Paul Brammer

“No hablo español.”

I never learned how to say it without feeling embarrassed.

Maybe I was just being sensitive, but I swear people would look at me differently when I told them, as if they had just offended me.

“Oops,” the look said. “Sorry. I thought you were Latino.”

And I was. And I am. But I didn’t have the words to tell them.

I couldn’t speak Spanish — and it was a wall that separated me from my culture for most of my life.

Much has been written about what it means to be Latino. I haven’t read it all, but I’ve read a lot, and I still haven’t found a consensus on the definitive “Latino experience.” Or, at least, I haven’t found one that I feel comfortable enough to claim.

What I do know is that, for me, words like Chicano, Hispanic and Mexican-American are often thrown around. I know that we are every race and color. And I know that, for many of us, “diaspora” is an important part of our identities.

I don’t miss you.

I don’t miss you, but I miss your voice. I miss the way you’d say my name, like I was hearing it for the first time. I miss the way it was so stern when talking to everyone else but it seemed to melt when you were speaking to me. I miss the way you’d say “come here” and hold your arms open, like you were gesturing me to come home.

I don’t miss you, but I miss your eyes. The way the light would hit them so strategically, making brown seem like the most beautiful color I’d ever seen. I miss the way they’d stare at me from across the room like it was just us two in a crowd full of people. I miss getting lost in those eyes.

I don’t miss you, but I miss your hands. I miss the way your rough palms would feel against my soft skin as you ran them down my arm. I miss the way our hands seemed to find each other, fitting perfectly together, without us even realizing. I miss them in the back of my hair when you’d kiss me; I swear sometimes I can still feel them there.

I don’t miss you, but I miss the way we’d reconnect so easily, like no time had passed. Picking up on things we had left off on, talking for hours about nothing- which ended up being everything. I miss hearing your stories about the things you’d done, things you’d seen. I’d give anything for those stories again.

I don’t miss you, but I miss your smile. I miss the way your lips would curl, showing off those perfect teeth of yours. I miss the way I’d catch you looking at me. I’d ask “what?” and your response was always “nothing”, but that smile you gave afterwards told me everything I needed to know. I swear that smile could end wars.

I don’t miss you, but I miss the memories. I miss driving around with you, even when all I wanted was to be watching movies on your couch. I’d drive to the end of the world if it meant spending time with you. I miss talking to your mom, when all you wanted was for us to be left alone. I miss the eye rolls you gave when her and I agreed on things about you. I miss you telling me how beautiful I was, no matter what I looked like, and knowing you meant it. I miss walking into a party with a house full of people, and catching you staring at me from across the room, waiting for your chance to come over. I even miss the bad memories. I miss being worried sick about you making stupid decisions with your friends, and then getting into fights with you over it. I miss the way people would question why I cared about you so much, like you were an outlaw. I miss you texting me at 3 AM drunk off your ass, telling me you missed me, even though you were supposed to be with her. I miss the way you were never sure about anything. There was never solid ground with you. You were the raging seas, while I was just a sailor, holding on for dear life.

I don’t miss you, but I miss being in love with you. I miss my heart racing every time I’d see you, even if it was the 500th time. I miss those butterflies in my stomach when you’d kiss me, even if it was just on the cheek. I miss being sick to my stomach on the bathroom floor thinking she could never love you like I did, but cheering you on to your face, knowing your happiness meant more to me than anything. I miss when you said it. Those 3 little words. The one and only time you ever said it. I miss holding that in my heart, knowing it was the one thing I had from you that those others didn’t.

But I swear I don’t miss you.

—  Serenesonder

wellyfullofale  asked:

Lorna I want to give you all of those writing prompts!! If I must narrow it down to one I'll go with number 6 and Robron 🤗

i hope soppy fluff is what you were looking for tash!! this is set during their trip to wales last year.

things you said under the stars and in the grass

“Liv is out like a light.”

Robert looked up as Aaron spoke, stepping out onto the little patio that adorned the back of the cottage they had rented in Wales for a few days, the view an endless oasis of green fields and farmland, stretching out to the coast, the sound of waves crashing against the rocky shoreline distant, but comforting all the same. 

“She’s knackered, after all that kayaking.” Aaron continued.

Robert looked up at his boyfriend, a bottle of beer halfway to his lips. “It was a good day though, right?” he asked, leaning back in his chair so he could look at Aaron properly.

“I had fun today,” Aaron nodded, resting a hand against the back of Robert’s neck, a bottle of beer in his own hand. “Thank you. For being so good to Liv, y’know? I know she can be a bit of a handful.”

“I told you, if she’s important to you, she’s important to me.” Robert budged up in the small seat, leaving enough space for Aaron to sit down next to him. Every inch of their bodies was touching, knees to shoulders, and it set something in Robert alight as he breathed in everything that was so gorgeously, brilliantly Aaron.

“Still,” Aaron shrugged, pausing with his beer held halfway to his lips. “I appreciate it.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the peace. The cottage was somewhat secluded, their closest neighbour a few miles up the road, toward the little fishing village they were staying in.

It was quiet, and calm, and everything they needed.

Robert loved it. He’d lived a lot of places, in the ten years since he left Emmerdale - London had been exciting, sure, but he’d always been a country lad at heart, enjoying the peace and quiet far more than he’d ever enjoyed the bright lights and constant noise of the capital.

“I never used to be able to see the stars, when I lived in London.” Robert began, clocking Aaron’s brief confusion immediately.

Robert didn’t really talk about his past, not if he could avoid it.

But he was trying to be better, they were trying to be better, and well - it felt like the right moment didn’t it?

“It was the one thing I always missed about Emmerdale.” Robert continued, gazing at the sky. It was a gorgeous evening, a proper summery end to a summery day, the sky clear. “Being able to see all the stars. I used to love reading about all the constellations, always made me feel like the world was so much bigger than Emmerdale.”

“Bigger and better?” Aaron nudged.

“No,” Robert shook his head. “Just, bigger.”

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Did I say Michael is a young guy? And also so thinner) and very, very happy! This is seen in the smiling eyes, in a cheerful voice, an energy that is felt all around.
Michael remembered me instantly and said Welcome back, nice to see you again. We had a few minuts but I couldnt say him how glad to see him on the stage and how he is beautiful in Wakey wakey.
This portrait is my thank him for all that Michael is doing.
He would be shocked and said It’s so big work. At first he thought it was drawn.
So I gave him a portrait Carrie. And had many thanks. He was really gentlman)
Finnaly we hugged and Michael with the words See you again left for a break between performances.
PS. He smells very tasty))))
Cant wait next performance time!
Well, oops we did it again, yes.

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*request —> Anonymous said: Hehe hello! Could I please request a date scenario at a carnival/amusement park w jeno? With lots of fluff and soft jeno and hugs and kisses and food and idk I’m rambling oops heh thank you! <3

Originally posted by haechannie

author’s note: 801 words. This was kinda hard since I know little to nothing about him. But I hope this was okay….???… 

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Nightmare x Cross; awakening of the monsters: 1

Nightmare pov.


 I felt the darkness pulling me down, further down, and even further down. I couldn’t move as I watched Cross walk beside ‘her’, the girl with the chocolate-hair and those deep blue eyes.“Cross! Get away from her! She’s going to hurt you!!!!!” I screamed louder and he didn’t listen, instead he grabbed his knife and he pointed at himself, I watched in terror as he plunged the knife deep inside his soul and I watched my love turn to dust………………………“YOU HAVE NOTHING NOW, NIGHTMARE AND YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE NOTH-”……………………………………. ……………………………………………………………………………………………. WaKE uP…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

 NigHTMare……….. 


 I sat up with a jolt and panted, that was the worst nightmare I ever had. I sighed and got up to get a glass of water, I reached in the cupboard and grabbed a glass and I turned around to see Cross staring at me with worry.“You had another Nightmare didn’t you.” He said as he approached me, I just sat down and nodded as he began massaging my back and we stayed silent like that for awhile,“Nightmare-senpai?” He said nervously, ohh how much I love that nickname, I turned to him and gazed into his beautiful eyes, I was too busy looking into his eyes, I didn’t hear what he said.“Nightmare, are you listening?” I snapped out of the trance,“Oh, sorry Cross, what did you say?” He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath,“I said I’m pregnant Senpai…” 



It took me a few seconds to take in the information and stared at him in shock,“But how, aren’t we guys?” “I don’t know, maybe something happened.” Cross looked nervous and scared. I smiled widely and I dipped Cross, kissing him passionately.“I’m going to be a father, I’m going to be a father!” I smiled and Cross smiled too,“Does that mean you guys got frisky on each other!?” We both stopped and looked at the other sanses, they were doing the Lenny face.“I’M POSTING IT!!!!!!!” Killer said as he ran out, everyone else left too.“YOU GET YOUR ASSES BACK YOU-” My words were cut off as Cross kissed me deeply and I sighed and melted into the kiss. We pulled away, Cross had a cute adorable look on his face as I blushed and looked away.“Can kill them later, let’s go to bed.” He said as I teleported us there and we laid down, I planned on proposing to Cross tomorrow morning,“tomorrow is a big day.” 


Cross pov. I woke up to find Nightmare gone, I walked out on put on my cloths and I walked downstairs to be greeted by the servants of nightmare,“Nightmare just ran outside and he looked like he was in a hurry, I wonder what he’s doing?” “Beats me.” I listened and walked outside in the garden to see Nightmare.“Senpai, you all right?” I called and he turned to me as cherry blossoms began falling around us and they rain down on us.“Cross, you what would change my life completely?” He asked as he got down on one knee and he had a box, I felt something wet in my eyes, I realized I was tearing up.“If you marry me.” He opened the box and I saw a moonstone and ruby in the shape of my soul and it was set in a silver ring, I felt the tears streaming down my face as Nightmare looks at me nervously,“Sorry, am I taking this a step too-” I kissed him and cried out,“YES, A MILLION TIMES, YES!!!!!!!!” Nightmare had tears to as we kissed again and again.‘how much I love him…………..“


 Timeskip……… I walked down the asile as I saw almost every sanses from every au.“WHO THE FUCK INVITED THESE PEOPLE!!!!!!?!!????????!!!?!??!?!?” Nightmare said as he glared at Killer who had smile as he did a thumbs up, I walked to Nightmare as Ink began speaking,“it’s a great honor for all of us to be witnessing the happiness of these two lovers….Even if we were uninvited, but as I, Ink the creator say these words, Nightmare, do you promise to uphold the warrior code even…at…your own life?” “What?” Nightmare said in annoyance and confusion,“Ummm, oops! Wrong book….Okay, here it is, Nightmare do take Cross to be your lawfully, wedded,waifu?” “Yes, I do.” “Cross do you take this octopus to be lawful, wedded, hubby?” I stared at Ink as Nightmare just looked about to strangle him,“Yes, I do.” “I pronounce you octopus and waifu.” Me and Nightmare kissed as everyone clapped,“For the main events, since this mine and Cross’s day, we decided to play a game, it’s called……SEE HOW MANY HEADS YOU CAN CHOP OFF BEFORE EVERYONE LEAVES!!!!!!” Nightmare began attacking everyone as they all began running, boy is chopping off heads fun? After that, we went home after killing some monsters,“I love you Senpai….” I whispered as we began resting,“I love you too, Cross.” I fell asleep and cuddled in Nightmare’s arms. 


 No pov. Nightmare looked around as saw the shadow of 'her’, Nightmare knew she still wanted to get Cross, but Nightmare intends on protecting Cross no matter what, he die before letting Cross suffer anymore,“I promised to protect Cross and you can never hurt him again…” Nightmare whispered as Ginger glared, this was only the beginning of the darkness, there was a far more greater evil than anyone could not imagine that would come to not destroy the every universe or galaxy there is, but the beings that live behind the fourth wall it shall destroy. 


 (I LIVE!!!!! I finally was able to update, it took so long, but I did it! I hope you all enjoy this chapter of the Nightmare x Cross, this is the sequel after the other Crightmoss story, so if you haven’t read that story, I suggest you do to understand! I hope you all have a nice day!!!!!!!!!Bye!!!!!!!!!!!)

Originally posted by kjstinn

GOT7 Reaction: You teaching them English

thanks @lee-sixx for helping me out with this you’re the best boo boo xx

Mark :

Originally posted by pinkhoodiemark

While he already knew English, he had an interview coming up..In English. He decided to have you help him brush up on his English, and in return he would keep BamBam out of your closet and makeup, as he had been rummaging through your stuff for your ‘American style makeup’ that you had brought over. “Okay so, I remember most of everything, but I need you to teach me how to English.” ’..How to English? That’s not even proper English Mark, Jesus Christ.’  “Oops… *makes a silly face*”

JB :

Originally posted by sugaglos

He would be concentrating on your words extremely well, keeping a straight look on his face as he tried to lock everything you said into his brain. Occasionally he’d ask questions as you taught him basic English, but overall stayed quiet and attentive as you taught him the difference between then and than. 'Okay, so can you give me an example of using then?’ “Erm..Jackson hugged Bambam..Than hugged me?”

Jinyoung :

Originally posted by jackseunie

He was serious from the start, reading the English book over your shoulder as you sat in his lap, as you had him slowly read out the English words, correcting him when the words got too complex. He was a slow, but steady learner, learning the entire English alphabet by the end of the day. “And..The..dog..ran..slowly..down the hill..” (every page he got correct he earned a kiss.)

Jackson :

Originally posted by markjin

This hyper child would be so hyped to get back on the English train, so you’d better be ready for a lesson that’s only going to be like 56% actually teaching him English, and then 44% him making dumb jokes and improper English sentences. If you legit got him buckled down for it though, then he’d be a really good listener. “Okay so my English sentence of the day.."That pussy was extremely sweet today!” 'jaCKSON JUST SAY CAT.“

Youngjae :

Originally posted by holyfuckmark

He was a quiet but very quick learner, as you were able to have him read children’s books after about an hour or two of learning. Every book he finished he would shyly point to a place, and he’d receive a kiss there. It rained from his cheek to his lips, and a small blush appeared whenever you did it, prompting him to read another book to earn another kiss. "Can I have it on my lips this time, Jagi?..”

BamBam :

Originally posted by got7ish

This internal fuckboy is going to be fucking with you, messing up on purpose with his English and saying the wrong words for the wrong reasons. Same with Jackson, if you got serious about it, he’d turn into a serious student, ready to listen to anything you say. “Okay so in English, there’s certain words I shouldn’t say in public?” 'Correct.’ “…*dab* but can I dab in public?”

Yugyeom :

Originally posted by chichangyu

This ball of cockiness rolled up into a student, happily learning through the method of “learn a word, earn a kiss”, though his intentions weren’t innocent, as his kissing locations would range from his lips, to his jawline, to his neck. When you refused to go lower, a blush evident on your cheeks, he’d playfully whine. “Oh come on, (y/n), pleasssee?..I’m learning so well!..You don’t want me to stop now..do you?”

you’ve got a fire inside but your heart is so cold

Pairing/s: Cheryl x Veronica, Archie X Valerie, Betty X Jughead

Words: 3,843 (oops)

A/N: this wasn’t requested and the longest thing i’ve written in my entire life. if you find any mistakes please send me a message and i’ll fix it asap.

Originally posted by jonesjughead

“Camping? I didn’t think that was your thing, Veronica.” Archie said rather loudly. 

The gang was all sitting around their table during lunch when Veronica had suggested that Jughead, Betty, Archie, Valerie and herself all go down to Sweet Water River that weekend for a camping trip.
“Archie, keep your voice down or-” Betty was soon cut off by a certain redhead who had been listening to the entire conversation they’d been having.
“You guys are going camping? Count me in!” Cheryl had walked right over and sat right next to Betty, causing the group to sigh.
“Look Cheryl, no offense but I think we have enough people going already. We have no more room.” Jughead tried to reason, though he knew it was hopeless.
And he was right, because Archie just had to go and open his big mouth, yet again.
“What are you talking about Jug? I mean, you’re going with Betty, right? I’m sharing with Val, which leaves Veronica on her own. Cheryl can share a tent with you, right Veronica?”
“See? Perfect!” Cheryl exclaimed, “this weekend right?”
Veronica perked up. She liked Cheryl, and was always looking for ways to talk to her. Though didn’t think the sassy redhead was up for friendships.
“Yeah, Cher can share with me.” Veronica said, noticing how Cheryl’s eyes lit up at the nickname, “We’re leaving around noon on Saturday so meet us at Pop’s.”
“Perfect!” Cheryl stood up and threw her gorgeous red hair over her shoulder. “Can’t wait!" 

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it’s the differences that count

for @bodhirookweek - April 19th: Jedha

I love Jedha!! I have so many headcanons I wanted to stuff them all in here (disclaimer: spice here means normal spice, not the drug kind of spice oops. yes technically only the holy city was destroyed but I think it’s safe to word it as if the entire moon itself was crumbling) 

word count: 780


“You’re from home,” Chirrut said matter-of-factly. As usual, as if it wasn’t a surprise he knew.

Bodhi looks up from his clenched hands. 

“You’re from Jedha,” Chirrut repeats. “You carry her spirit in yours.” 

“I-I’m not… from the Holy City. I’ve been, I had friends there, but…” 

“Cities make no difference when we’re talking about galaxies,” Chirrut replies. 

Baze grunts. “Chirrut, you know what they think of us.”

Bodhi’s eyes widen. “N-no. It’s not - it’s not you. Not the locals. It’s…” 

“Offworlders.” 

“W-we hated the pilgrims for bringing the Empire with them. Like a…” Bodhi waits for the right word. “L-Like a disease.” 

Chirrut inclines his head. “It’s a common belief.” 

They fall silent, the hum of the U-Wing roaring in Bodhi’s ears. Like the sound of Jedha crumbling. 

“H-how do you take your tea?“ Bodhi blurts, to muffle the sound. Baze makes a choked noise in surprise. Chirrut grins.

“That’s personal preference, isn’t it?”

“But I heard Guardians don’t take any milk. Or sugar. Or anything.”

“That’s not true. We take it with lemon.” Baze says gruffly. 

“Or spice.”

Or spice.” Baze nods. “Lots of cinnamon.” 

Bodhi grins. “Cinnamon and black pepper.” 

“Uh, no. Pepper is a no.”  

He closes his eyes, trying to remember the smell of the tea of his childhood. 

He sees the light filtering in through his window, and feels the ratty, warm blanket on his shoulders. His bare feet swinging off his bed, flinching at the chilly floor. He remembers leaving the bathroom shivering from the buckets of water, making his way to their small kitchen, lightly touching the kyber crystal hidden away on a shelf. 

He waits for the kettle’s shrill voice, and now he hears the screams of NiJedha instead. 

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Reverse Heroine | I

parts: ➳ 1 | 2 | 3 / ?

fic ft. fuckboy!jungkook x reader

summary: because platonic love is underrated

genre: college au, fluff/angst idk? 

word count: 2.9k

a/n: i’m so sick of the fics where oc’s are always leading on the boys. so let’s put a change in perspective for once. 

              Office hours are open for students who has any concerns or questions for the professor. For Jeon Jungkook, however, it was a completely different definition.

               It was frustrating how your TA had given you a 70 on the recent paper that was assigned. You followed every criteria that was on the rubric, and took extra time to find extra sources to support your argument. It was obvious that your TA didn’t really like you due to your passive attitude during tutorials, but you attended every class and completed all the assignments on time. And for goodness sake, participation wasn’t even mandatory! After your brief and futile argument with your TA, you decided to go talk to your professor about the situation. Ms. Choi was one of your favorite professors of all time, she was fun and fairly young – for a professor that is, and her lectures were never really boring.

               The door was closed when you arrived at her office, with muffled noises coming from behind. You knocked twice quietly, hoping to get her attention. However, things took a different turn when the door creaked open and you saw Ms. Choi spread across her desk with Jeon Jungkook thrusting into her from the back. The muffled noises became apparent as the quiet moans Ms. Choi was trying to hold back and the heavy pants that Jeon Jungkook was making. The two of them looked up at you, standing near the doorway with eyes that looked like they were about to jump out of their sockets.

               A normal person would have been flustered at walking in on their professor fucking one of the biggest campus fuckboys, running out of the room immediately. But then again, you never really considered yourself normal.

               “Shit, I thought you said you locked the door!”

               “Uh…” You zone out, watching the very entertaining scene unravel before your eyes, “I’ll come back another time, Professor.” The amused grin was threatening to spill on your lips, but you took all your years of mastering indifference to excuse yourself and quietly close the door behind you.

               As you walked away, there was only one idea that popped in your head.

               “There’s no way that I won’t be getting that A now.”

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paledreamcomputer  asked:

K. I agree with everything you said thought I feel like you think that I say it about TLCstuck which I'm not. In fact TLCstuck is even better than the actual homestuck because the characters feel more profound and defined (seriously if I had to define "canon" Jake I would say: "John from Act 1-4 but more nerdy and uses archaic words) but here he feels like his own thing. The point is that I the part that most bothers me is the time-reallity powers that John gets because(I run out of characters)

a(Continuation) they are basically a Deus Ex Machina that serve to return everything to a status quo, making the flash itself and everything after that meaningless. That is just bad writing and a Hussie’s whim. 

First, with regards to the character writing in TLC: 

Thank u very much I work hard for my dear sunflower child Jake

Concerning John, to a certain extent? I would agree with you. On the one hand, John gaining the power of the juju is taking the implications of his God Tier title to their logical extreme: One who becomes Breath. One who becomes freedom, communication, the wind, change, and whatever else the Breath aspect is tied to. How much further can you take a character who can already turn into the breeze? You have them unchained from causality itself, free to do with the narrative whatever it is they so please.

Buuuuuut. 

In giving John the power to undo already-made decisions in the narrative, Hussie was walking a very fine line. On the one hand, this could be the characters’ ultimate “fuck you” to the authority railroading them to their fate. This is beyond Rose blowing up her second gate or Jade finding an exploit to become the most powerful person in the session and escape the Scratch, this is the ability to defy narrative itself. Once John gains this power, he is literally invisible to the narrative prompt. We cannot be John Egbert. We cannot find him.

 However, that ability is ultimately a lie. To buy into this, the reader has to suspend their disbelief and buy into the idea that these characters exist independent of the person writing them. Because John Egbert does not exist. He is a fictional character who can’t do anything under his own power because he isn’t real. So Andrew Hussie is now tasked with a character who can defy the narrative, but at the same time? Hussie has to maintain the rules that make a narrative work. Making John undo the wrong thing will cause all the dramatic weight of the narrative to evaporate, or make the reader ask themselves if this is all just for the author’s benefit. He was balancing on a tight rope made of razor wire. 

And then he slipped. And cut his legs off. 

Mother’s Basement is one of the YouTube channels that taught me a lot about film language (because I followed Lindsey Ellis’ advice, lol), and Geoff Thew has this wonderful video about how Sword Art Online did something similar. I think it’s hilarious that chunks of his main point, about a story breaking its own rules and taking all tension with it, can apply to this decision in Homestuck. And I have been dying for an opportunity to use this quote this way: 

“…when a show acts like death means something, and then does something that very transparently reveals that the writers aren’t willing to sacrifice potential plotlines, it’s like watching Mickey Mouse take his head off at Disneyland. It ruins the magic. There are rules against this kind of shit. If a character dies and is brought back, then you might as well write ‘and then they got on a bus for a couple of weeks!’ for all the fucking difference it makes.”

Obviously this isn’t a 1-to-1 comparison between Homestuck and SAO. These two narratives use death very differently - or rather, Homestuck has been very transparently revealing that Hussie was unwilling to sacrifice potential plotlines since the dreambubbles came along (or hell, maybe even since the notion of time travel itself came along), but the story adapted and evolved new dimensions because of those things. Death became more of a change of state that still had consequences. But if you substitute “death” for “decision resulting in drastic change in a character’s trajectory” the result is the same. Suddenly the consequences of the Game Over characters actions don’t mean anything. Suddenly the consequences of Vriska’s death don’t mean anything. In that one moment, Andrew Hussie revealed that he was willing to go back on ANYTHING in this story if it meant serving his ultimate end, and that no matter how big or pivotal the decision? He would find a way to undo it if it was convenient. And there’s rules against that kinda shit. Now nothing matters because it can be undone and there will be no consequences for it. And to add insult to injury, the suffering and sacrifices of the Game Over kids aren’t addressed in a way that justifies putting them or the audience through all of that. Geoff Thew again:

“Death in media isn’t interesting because ‘oh they’re dead, that’s sad, I’m sad!’ It’s interesting because it inherently changes the dynamics of a story. A character who was once a force in the narrative now isn’t. Any arc they might’ve been going through is cut abruptly short. And from this point forward, the writers can’t rely on their presence to move the story forward or prop up other characters.” 

Emphasis mine because does that sound familiar? Sound like any8ody we might know? 

There’s a section in B3 TH3 4C3 4TTORN3Y that I could have cut for time while building the flash, but chose not to do so because I think it speaks volumes:

TEREZI: D34THS W1TH NO PURPOS3 4R3 4 W4ST3 OF T1M3
TEREZI: TH3Y 4R3 FOR STR3NGTH OR TRUST OR JUST1C3
TEREZI: SP1LL1NG BLOOD DO3SNT M34N 4NYTH1NG 1MPORT4NT ON 1TS OWN
TEREZI: ONLY WH4T L13S B3YOND 1T

There’s no purpose to putting the Game Over kids through that if you’re just going to sweep them away or never address what that plotline brought up. The Game Over kids are not killed so that they can start the level over and learn from their mistakes. The retcon characters have no memory of making those mistakes, so how can they learn? So retroactively, Game Over kind of does turn into a bunch of bullshit meant to shock the audience. And I don’t agree with taking the “Metanarrative Reading” wherein the reader themselves is compiling the characters’ “ultimate selves” because again, the narrative does not pivot to that theme with much grace. As a result, it sounds an awful lot like the story throwing its hands up in the air at the last minute and saying that it’s up to the reader to write conclusions for these characters. Unless that character is Dave.

So yeah. The point of that ramble is that ultimately, I agree with you! While I like how John’s retcon powers and Game Over fit into Homestuck as a whole and what they could’ve been, it ultimately does wind up being a snatch at pathos followed by a Deus Ex Machina. 

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“I honestly don’t know anything! I really don’t!” I scream at Brock Rumlow, for what seems like the millionth time today. “Just let us go…”
“You are one of Fury’s top agents, surely you know where he is right now.” Rumlow keeps pressing for an answer I don’t have, while I remain chained to this concrete wall. “Bring him in, maybe that will help.”
I don’t even have enough time to ask who they are talking about before Bucky is shoved into the room, and forced into the chair in front of me. The chair that these guys use to brainwash people…
The restraints lock him in, which sends a wave of panic through me.
“Bucky, I’m gonna get us out of here.” I try to sound convincing, but I don’t think it’s working.
Of course they would use Bucky as a way to get to me, they know how close we are.
“I’ll ask you one more time… where is Fury located?” Rumlow asks again, switching on the terrifying machine above the chair.
“I don’t know.” I completely break down, I can’t take any more of this. “You can keep me here all you want, just please let him go.”
“Wipe him, maybe then we can get an answer.” Rumlow says the dreaded words, and the other agents waste no time prepping Bucky.
I can’t help but to let tears fall, as the machine fires up.
I shut my eyes tightly, right before horrifying screams echo through the room.
——————–
(Sorry… I have sinned…)

anonymous asked:

HOLY SHIT A THEATRE AU AS A THEATRE AND TECH KID I BOTH REALLY WANNA SEE IT AND REALLY DONT BC THEATRE KIDS ARE THE WORST BUT ALSO IT COULD BE HILARIOUS SO!!! Sorry for that outburst :') ... "hair" for the WIP ask game? I apologize if that's very unspecific -best friend anon

“Let her go,” Jungkook growled, his fists shaking with anger.

The tight grip around your neck loosened and you fell to the ground like a rag doll, barely making even a protest as your cheek slammed against the mud and a few jagged rocks. You attempted to sit up but quickly realized you couldn’t even do that much, the loss of blood making you feel faint.

Taehyung didn’t even bat at eye, grinning at Jungkook with a cheshire smile. When Jungkook glanced down at you, your eyes closed and dark bruises and deep cuts from where he’d clawed and choked you tarnishing your skin, he lost it. Charging forward, he grabbed a few strands of Taehyung’s chestnut brown hair and pulled as hard as he could, snarling.

“Why can’t you people just fucking leave us alone?!”

Taehyung didn’t show even an ounce of guilt, only deepened his grin.

“Why can’t you? She’s just a human girl. If you would’ve just let her fucking go like we told you to, this would have never happened.”

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in.

JYP said...

A/N: oops I got carried away
REQUEST: #3, Jackson Wang

“Baby girl.” Jackson called out to me from the living room. I wandered into the room with a glass of wine for myself and an orange juice for him. I sat down facing him as I leaned the side of my body against the back of the sofa, admiring him as I waited for him to continue. “I wanna cum in my pants.”

It took me a few seconds to process what Jackson had said, contemplating whether I’d miss interpreted his words. He stared at me, waiting for my response, but I didn’t have one. More than anything I was confused until I began thinking of the way Jackson moans, the way his breathing hitches and the way his huge cock twitches at the slightest touch. I imagined his dick trapped inside the strong material of his jeans, pulsing and oozing against the clothing. I bit my lip and looked down at the bulge in his jeans. “Why?” I asked simply.

“JYP said it feels good.” He replied to which made me even more shocked. I knew Jackson was close with him, but it made me wonder how much of their sex lives they discussed. I chuckled and shook my head looking back up into his anticipating eyes.

“I’ll do it on one condition.” I raised my eyebrows and swung my legs over to straddle him, pulling my tshirt dress over my head as he admired my body. “I cum first.”

Jackson had always been one to finish quick. I found it cute. It didn’t matter how horny and close I was before he fucked me, he’d always orgasm before me. I knew he would find this extremely hard, no pun intended. I pushed my hips against his as I waited for his answer. Jackson gasped and his hands gripped my bare waist tightly, holding my clit against his bulge. He looked up into my eyes desperately and nodded agreeingly.

I leaned down and kissed his gentle lips. I traced his jaw with my fingers as I flicked my tongue against his bottom lip. Jackson moaned lowly and opened his mouth, letting our tongues play. I carried on pushing my hips against his as he pushed his erection up against me, letting gentle breaths escape my lips.

“You like it baby?” I whispered against his lips, watching his body tense as I rolled my hips in circles. Jackson let out a frustrated whimper as his head flew back, giving me the opportunity to kiss down his smooth neck, leaving a mark behind. I nipped the soft skin, every time I felt his cock press against my slit.

I felt myself coming close, knowing I was going to lose it before Jackson I quickly moaned his name throwing my head back to expose my chest to him. Jackson moved one of his hands up and cupped my boob as his head fell forward, hitting my stomach. I felt his skill full tongue licking around my belly button before running up my chest to meet my lips again. I sucked his tongue as I came in my panties, moaning loudly for him as I pressed against him. He sensed my finish as my movements became sloppy, letting a chuckle erupt in his throat.

“Look who came first.” He smiled his devious smile before pushing me back against the couch, climbing between my legs as he pushed his throbbing covered cock against my pulsing slit. “It hurts so bad baby, I really need to cum before I explode.” Jackson whimpered as he buried his face in my neck, making me moan as he dry fucked me hard. Jackson’s thrusts became erratic as he came closer to his high. He bit my neck and slammed against me one last time before collapsing next to me breathless.

I smiled cheekily and sat up on my knees in front of him, his hooded eyes watching my movement as I undid his tight jeans, letting his cock free as I ran my fingers over the soaking material of his boxers. “You came a lot.” I said softly as I began licking the cum from his cock, holding it with one hand as my tongue ran over the length.

“I know, but JYP was right.” He smiled and leaned up on his elbow as his hand ran through the back of my hair, watching as I cleaned him up. I looked up at him before taking him all into my mouth, moaning around his length as he hissed, bucking his cock down my throat.

“Do you tell him everything?” I asked sweetly before shoving him back in my mouth, spending some extra attention on his swollen tip.

“I tell him what an amazing girlfriend you are, and how perfect our sex life is.” He chuckled and pulled my head further on to him. I nodded feeling his tip at the back of my throat and gripped his shirt with my other hand. I nuzzled my nose against his skin, running my tongue over his length as I felt his cum explode into my mouth. Surprised I looked up at him with wide eyes as I swallowed the warm liquid. “Love you baby.” He smiled and bucked his hips once more before I pulled my lips away from his cock.

Now You Need Me || Happy Lowman Imagine *REQUESTED*

“Why don’t you believe me?! I told you that I’ve been trying to get a job! No one is hiring me.”

“I’ve heard that all before. I told you that once you turned 18 you would need to start paying rent. Money is tight and I needed help. You’re almost 19 and you haven’t helped at all.” 

“Dad! I am trying! How many times do I have to say that?!”

“You can say it as much as you want, but words don’t put food on the table for five people.”

“That’s weird because your words seem to put money in the club’s hands and coke in the Chinese’s noses,” I said out of spite.

“Get out.”

“What?”

“Get. Out. NOW!”

“Fine, fuck you too, Jax. Oops, I mean ‘Dad’.” I went to pack my shit and get the hell out of the bastard’s life. I hate the fact that I have to leave Abel and Thomas behind, but that’s life. I bypassed Tara on the way out, and gave her a measly bye.

I took myself to a hotel with what money I had. I was unpacking my bag into the dresser when…

*RING RING RING*

I looked at the caller ID and dreaded answering it.

“Hello?”

“Hey Baby. How are you?”

“Fine, Grandma. How are you?”

“Ugh, I hate it when you call me that. Makes me feel old.”

“Would you like me to call you Gemma instead?”

“I guess not. I just want you to know that I love you and that we haven’t had any girl time lately.”

“I love you too, but you’re right and we should.”

“We should plan that soon. Alright Baby. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Okay, bye.”

She obviously didn’t know that I was kicked out of the house. Otherwise, she would’ve just shown up instead of calling. What am I going to do? I’m fucking screwed. I can only stay in this hotel for so long before I run out of money, not to mention I need supplies and food. This is insane. God, help me.

One Month Later

“Good Afternoon, my name is Y/N and I’ll be your waitress. Can I start you off with something to drink?”

“Uh, yeah. I’ll have a coffee please.”

“Coming right up. Do you still need time to look over the menu?”

“Yeah,” he answered. I nodded and went to go the man’s coffee,

“Excuse me?” The man asked flagging down another waitress. “Is it alright if I move to the stools?”

“Of course!” With that, he took his silverware and menu and went to the stools that were stationed in front of the kitchen.

“Oh won’t you stay with me. Cuz you’re all I need. This ain’t love it’s clear to see, but Darling, stay with me.” I had my headphones in as I was pouring the fresh cup of hot coffee. I knew I wasn’t supposed to sing on the job, but I love this song. When I turned around, I almost dropped the cup.

“Oh my God! When did you get here?”

“I moved from the booth to over here. You have an incredible voice. Why are you working here?” the man asked.

“Thank you! But I need a job and this is what was offered.”

“I don’t accept that. Talent like yours shouldn’t go unnoticed. How would you like to go pro?”

“Like, become a professional singer? You mean like Halsey?”

“Exactly.”

“How exactly would you do that? I don’t even know your name. Or if you legit.”

“Of course it would take some time, but I don’t doubt you. By the way, my name is Scott Maylin and I’m a music producer. Here’s my card. Please come down to the studio and let’s see what happens.”

“Sounds good.”

“I have to go, but I’m looking forward to seeing you.”

“Thank you.” I was beyond stunned by what just happened as I watched him walk out the door. I really need this right now, but what if it doesn’t work? I guess I’ll never know unless I don’t try.

Later That Night

Knock Knock Knock

I hop off the bed and go see who is at the door.

“What are you doing here?”

“I haven’t seen or heard from you in a month.”

“What did you expect to happen after your President kicked me out of the house?” I asked letting him in the room.

“I expected you to stay in touch.”

Wow! Really Happy? You expected me to go back to the clubhouse and keep in contact?”

“Kinda, but I guess that wasn’t in your plans. I’m worried about you, Kid,” he said looking down.

“Don’t be and I’m not a kid. Those days are clearly over. I don’t know what you expected out of this little reunion, but I don’t think it’s anything I can offer.”

“You’re talking and that’s enough for me. Since you’re not going to stay in touch, then I will. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

He sure as hell kept that promise.

One Year Later

“Does anyone have any ideas on how to keep money in our pockets and the Irish happy because I’ve got fucking nothing. So far everything we’ve done has resulted in blood shed. And with Patterson on my ass, we can make no room for mistakes.” Turns out that no one had any ideas, so Church was called as over. Jax walked out looking anything but content.

“Hey Baby, you okay?” Gemma asked.

“No. Major club money shit and just so much more.”

“How long has it been since you’ve talked to her?” 

“You think this is about Y/N?”

“Baby, her birthday just passed and it was the first one without her.”

“If I knew where she was or how to contact her, I would’ve,” he said walking away. Gemma was about to walk away when someone caught her eye.

“Happy! Come here for a second.”

“Yeah Mom?” She looked at him with the “Gemma” look.

“Where is she?”

“Who?”

“Really? I’m already pissed that she hasn’t reached out and can’t be reached. Do I need to take that out on you?” she challenged.

“She’s happy right now. She’s doing good.”

“How good?”

“Very good. She’s doing what she loves.”

“Yeah I figured that when I heard her on the radio taking Abel to school. The club needs money and Jax needs closure. Take me to her.” Gemma walked out and told Tara to get in the car too.

“What about Jax, Gem?” she looked at Happy knowing that he was right.

“Jackson!”

“Yeah?”

“I need you and everyone else with me.” Jax looked at her hella confused, but told the rest of the club to follow.

At The Venue

“Missy! Can you fix the mic range? Whenever I go to the back of the crowd I get a lot of feedback.”

“Sure thing, Y/N! Alright, we’re good! Ready to start when you are.” I gave her a thumbs up and waited for the music to play. 

“Woah, let’s go
But I’m Gerald and I can always have just what I want
She’s that baddest I would love to flaunt
Take her shopping, you know Yves Saint Laurent
But nope, she ain’t with it though
All because she got her own dough
Boss bossed if you don’t know
She could never ever be a broke ho
You don’t own me
I’m not just one of your many toys
You don’t own me
Don’t say I can’t go with other boys.”

I was really starting to get in to the groove of the song when I looked up and saw two very familiar faces walk in, then many more. It took everything I had to not stop the soundcheck, but I knew I only had 10 minutes until the show started. This was the last song of rehearsal before I have to go to my dressing room to get ready, so I decided to finish.

“I don’t tell you what to say
I don’t tell you what to do
So just let me be myself
That’s all I ask of you
I’m young and I love to be young
I’m free and I love to be free
To live my life the way I want
To say and do whatever I please.”

I finally finish and walk off the stage to my dressing room.

“Did anyone know she could do that?” Tig asked.

“Nope,” Chibs said.

“Not even in the slightest,” Juice added in.

“Mom, why are we here?” Jax asked with a little sadness in his voice.

“You need her. Let’s go.”

“I don’t think we can just walk back there, Gemma,” Tara pointed out.

“Watch us.”

“Uh excuse me, I can’t let you in here. Mr. Lowman, come on through,” said the bodyguard. Everyone looked at Happy with confused looks as he came in my room.

“I am her grandmother and this is her father! You let us back there, you fuck!”

“Mom! Stop!”

“Ma'am, one more outburst and I’m going to have to ask you and your little outlaws to leave.”

“Fine,” she said giving up.

“Why the fuck is Happy back there with her?” Bobby asked. But before anyone could answer…

“Ladies and Gentalmen! Please give it up for Y/N!”

I walk out on stage with my head held high, ready to do my best. I sang my heart out and realized it was the end of the show. 

“Thank you guys so much for coming out tonight! This last song is dedicated to my Old Man.” When I said that, it clicked for the club. 

“Are you fucking serious?” Jax asked Happy. 

“…Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans
And now I’m covered in the colors
Pull apart at the seams
And it’s blue
And it’s blue. 

Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams
And now he’s so devoid of color
He don’t know what it means
And he’s blue
And he’s blue. 

Everything is blue
Everything is blue
Everything is blue
Everything is blue.”

I took a bow and walked off the stage. I gathered all of my belongings and walked out to the parking lot. 

“Hey! So you don’t talk to me for a year and now you try to leave without saying goodbye?” I smile to myself and turn around.

“Hi Grandma, Tara, boys.”

“Hi Sweetheart. You know, it would’ve been nice to be invited to a show.”

“No one but one person knew what it is I do.”

“Well, the next time you want to keep your career a secret, my advice to you is to not have your songs played on the radio.”

“Right. Gemma, what are you guys doing here?”

“We need to talk to you abou-”

“OMG! YOU DID SO GOOD TONIGHT! I AM YOUR BIGGEST FAN! CAN I HAVE A PICTURE?!” 

“Uh sure!” I took a picture with the fan when I noticed about 70 more coming towards me.

“We can talk at my place. Tail us.” Gemma nodded and told everyone else. 

Happy and I hopped in the car and I stared at him.

“I couldn’t stop her from coming, Babe.”

“A heads up would’ve been nice. I wasn’t ready for that. Why are they even here?” I questioned.

“The club is in trouble and we need money.”

“Wow! Haha! That’s rich! The club needs money, so they come to me after a year.” I said sarcastically, but kind of hurt. 

“Babe, I get how this looks, but you cut them off. Jax misses and you know Gemma is miserable. Just be glad you’re still alive, I was kinda expecting her to kill you for cutting her off for a year.”

“Yeah, I guess I should consider myself lucky,” I said as we pulled into the driveway.

Happy and I hopped out of the car and I unlocked the door. Everyone followed us in and looked around like they were in a castle.

“Wow, Happy said she was doing well, but I didn’t think she was doing this well,” Tara whispered to Jax as she looked around the foyer.

“Jessie! We’re home!” I called out.

“Hey! How was the show?” the babysitter asked handing me my beautiful baby girl.

“Great! How was Alina?”

“Amazing as always. I’m glad you had a great night, but I gotta run. Bye, Hap! Bye, everyone else!”

There was a scatter of bye’s when I turned around to face everyone else.

“Who’s this?” Tara asked as she grabbed Alina’s little hand.

“Our daughter,” I said as I grabbed Happy. Jax and Gemma looked at Happy as if they were going to take turns beating him to death and beyond.

I look over at my father, “So you need money, huh?”

“Sweetheart,” Gemma started.

“No. That’s why you’re here right? Because you guys need money?”

“I’m not going to lie, yeah. But that’s not the only reason,” Jax said.

“Then why?!” Happy took the baby out of my hands and ushered the guys and Tara out of the room to give them a house tour.

“Why didn’t you tell me that I have a granddaughter? Or that Hap was your Old Man?”

“That is none of your business.”

“But it is mine,” Gemma butted in.

“What do you want?” I asked. Jax explained what was happening and I turned him down until Gemma gave me a speech on family. 

Jax told me that he really missed me and that he was proud of me for becoming what I’ve become. He told me what I’ve been waiting to hear, that he loved me. It was then that I decided to help the club. From then on, we all stayed in contact and I got to watch my brothers grow and everyone got to watch Alina grow. Even though life was tough for a while, the Universe came back around and gave me my family back.