shut up Charlie no one likes you


Request from my fave @i-am-the-luna for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#10 - “I’m gonna kill him!”

#58 - “Well this is a nice change of scenery.” “____, we’re in a prison cell.” “I was being sarcastic.”

Originally posted by hunnamsource

You pace the cage, Jax sitting calmly on the bench, an amused smile on his face as he watches you.

See, today had started out wonderful. So wonderful in fact, that you decided to head to the clubhouse with Jax and see if Gemma needed any help at TM.

Long story short, some bitch had come in to get her car serviced, though you were pretty sure she was just there to drool and flirt with Jax. You’d obviously not taken to that kindly, and when said bitch started to run her mouth, you’d punched her straight in the face.

She called the cops, one of the officers grabbed you a little too roughly for Jax’s liking, which then led to him punching said officer in the face - you and Jax both having the same low tolerance for bullshit - and now the two of you were being held hostage in a fucking cell. Great.

“Well this is a nice change of scenery.” Jax breaks the silence, you stopping your pacing to glare at your cellmate. He swipes his tongue over his lower lip, a teasing look on his face.

“Jax, we’re in a prison cell.” you deadpan, holding your arms up around you to gesture to your current surroundings. He smirks at you, rolling his eyes, his hands coming to rest on his thighs as he pushes himself upwards.

“I was being sarcastic.” You raise your eyebrows, his laid back exterior slowly cracking through your stressed one, a smile making its way onto your face. He reaches you, pulling you by the belt loops until you’re right in front of him, your palms resting on his chest.

“I’m sure after the second or third time of being locked up, I’ll be calmer.” you jest, Jax’s arms slipping around your waist and resting on your ass in a protective way. “Just let me freak out for my first time.”

He hums, leaning down to share a gentle kiss, your eyes slipping shut he does so. Once he pulls away, he moves his hands to your waist, squeezing comfortingly. “My apologies, babe. I sometimes forget what a good girl you are.”

“Damn, I bet she is.” you jump at the sound of company, Jax moving you aside and going closer to the bars, the police officer from earlier on the other side, a painful bruise forming on his cheekbone.

“What did you say?” Jax spits, his figure tall as he stares down the officer. The man just smirks, his eyes moving to you as they trail up and down your body, your skin crawling as he does so. Creep.

“I bet she’s really good with orders, hm? You know what they say, a lady in the streets is a freak in the sheets.” You scoff in disgust, knowing this man is just trying to push Jax’s buttons, and he’s definitely going to succeed. “Bet she’s real good with her tongue.”

“You better shut the fuck up before I reach through these bars and shove my fist down your throat.” Jax growls, his tone overflowing with venom. You rub your hand up and down his back soothingly, trying to calm him down.

“Bet she’s nice and tight, wet too. That true, sweetheart?” you scoff in disgust, feeling Jax shaking out of anger. He grabs at the bars, the officer flinching as Jax yanks at the metal, anger radiating off him in huge waves.

“I swear to god, I’m gonna slit your goddamn throat, remember that.” The look of terror on the man’s face is hilarious, and you’d laugh if the tensions weren’t so high.

“We alright here, gentleman?” you breathe a sigh of relief when Unser interrupts, a set of keys in his hand. His officer coughs nervously, before scampering out of sight.

After Unser cuts you two loose, the whore intelligently deciding not to press charges and Unser managing to let Jax off with a warning, you wait outside the station for your ride.

“I’m gonna kill him!” Jax yells suddenly, before he takes a drag from his cigarette, the nicotine failing to lower his vexation.

“Hey,” you push off the wall you’re leaning against, moving to stand in front of Jax. “Don’t let him get to you. He just said those things to piss you off.”

He shakes his head in defiance, his lip curling as he replays the confrontation over and over in his mind. There is nothing that gets him angrier than people disrespecting his family, especially you.

“It fucking worked, and once I get my hands on him, he’ll have more than a sore cheek to worry about.” Jax seethes, throwing his cig to the floor. He sits on the wall, pulling you gently to stand in between his legs.

You comb your fingers through his hair, knowing it helps calm him, his eyes slipping shut as you tug softly at his locks. “You’re my girl, (Y/N). I’m always gonna look after you, you know that right?”

You smile warmly at his confession, nodding in confirmation as he looks up at you. “And me, you.”

A/N - I hope you guys liked this! These requests are making it so much easier to write, I like knowing what you guys want to read :) till next time! X

Fred and George having the conversation of which of them was planned, leading all the kids to get into it....
  • Fred and George: We were totally planned together because look at Mum's brothers. Totally meant to happen to honor them...
  • Ron: Please. I'm sure neither of you were planned it just happened. Me on the other hand *adjusts shirt, sitting up straighter in fake pride*
  • Bill: Seriously guys? You do realize I was the only one actually wanted right? You all just happened...
  • Charlie: Why are we discussing this? *knowing very well Molly had planned him so he wasn't bothering with the discussion*
  • Percy: *rolls eyes* because they need to feel like they are wanted, when obviously we all were wanted or we wouldn't be here...
  • Ron: Shut up Perc, you're just annoyed because you know you weren't planned. Who would want you... mum and dad just had too big of a heart to get rid of you..
  • Arthur: *pops his head into the room* Actually you're right. Only one of you was planned... Ginny, Dear, Sorry it took so long to get to you...
Our Kind of Love (Part 1/12)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Plus Size!Reader

Summary:  You and Steve have a special kind of love.   One that many may not understand.  After all what would a super soldier who looked like that, want with a girl who looked like you?

A/n: Saw This post and was inspired!  If you would like to be tagged please let me know!

I want a goofy smile when I walk in the room kind of love.

You were a lucky girl, and everyone knew it.  You had the perfect guy.  You were the girl who had Steve Rogers.  You had met Steve at the veteran’s hospital where you were volunteering.  All the nurses immediately fawned over Steve each one trying to get the handsome super soldier’s attention.  He only had eyes for you though.  

While the rest of the girls were batting their eyelashes and tossing their hair, you were playing cards with a group of sergeants who fought in Vietnam.   Your laughter caught Steve’s attention and he found himself drawn to the woman who could have cared less that he was in the room.  To say the other girls were shocked when he asked to join your group, was an understatement.

Why the hell would Steve Rogers, a man who had the perfect super soldier body and handsome looks want anything to do with a woman who had more bumps and curves than any other woman in the whole hospital.  At least that is how you saw yourself.  You had wide hips and a tummy that was anything but flat, people would say her face is gorgeous, she would look amazing if she just lost some weight.  

None of that mattered to Steve.  All that mattered to him was the fact that you glanced up, gave him a smile, and turned your attention back to the three sergeants in front of you.  After prying himself away from the numerous women around him, he asked if he could join your game.  After two hours of cards, Steve had asked for your number and secured a date with you.

You were frankly in shock when he asked for your number.  Glancing at Charlie, your favorite sergeant, he smiled at you encouragingly and gave you a wink.  You gave Steve you number and a shy grin before telling the boys that you would see them next week and made your way home.  You had no idea that he would actually call you, but he did.

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Literal Fantasy

A/N: So. Here goes. This is the very first smut fic I’ve written and I’m pretty nervous about posting it. I hope it’s not half bad… But in any case, I’d like to know what you think.

There’s some kind of a plot too, but it’s basically smut, so if you’re under 18, you should stop reading now and come back later.

Characters: Dean x reader, Sam

Word Count: 4363

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, language, bit of fluff too - I think that’s it.

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Kiss Kiss Fall in Love

Summary: After a bad break up, you find yourself in a brand new apartment. Vowing to just be on your own, living and loving the single life. But that would be so much easier if Sam fucking Winchester, wasn’t your next door neighbor. Will you be able to resist temptation, or will you allow yourself to love again?

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader AU

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Garth Fitzgerald, Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 4,114 

Part Two Part Three Part Four

A/N: Special thanks to @kayteonline for the inspiration for this series. And a big thanks to @eloginore for beta reading this for me! ❤️❤️❤️ I hope y'all enjoy this as much as I am.

Originally posted by fuckyeahjaredandjensenx

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the-little-random-me  asked:

What about hartwin story, where Harry is on a mission at a posh party. He needs to retrieve (imformation/files/data/important artifact/whatever you come up with) somewhere in the house, but collides with/meets (either after or before he gets the thing) a young handsome man on the way out. Turns out this young man was a thief and had managed to either steal the thing before Harry got it, or managed to pickpocket him when they crashed together, so now Harry has to find him and get the thing back.

(Party 2) And imagine Merlin cackling because Harry was set to steal something, only for it to be stolen by someone else first. Of course Harry needs to find the thief and restore his pride, or Merlin will remind him of this failure for years to come!             

((okay, i know it said posh party but because my last prompt had a similar set-up, i wanted to change it around a little bit. I hope you still like it! @the-little-random-me ))

This is not Harry’s scene. Neon body paint, seizure-inducing lights, and glowsticks aren’t his idea of a good time.

Unfortunately his target, one Charlie Hesketh, holds a different opinion.

Despite the fact that he’s dressed down in khakis and a mostly-unbuttoned button down, Harry still feels incredibly overdressed. Not to mention old as dirt. There isn’t a single other person there who looks like they’re even pushing 30.

“A shame Lancelot is in Tanzania,” Merlin says drily. “You don’t exactly blend in.”

“Shut up,” Harry says, barely moving his lips. He wonders if Merlin can even hear him over the pounding music.

Merlin chuckles, a good indication that he’s enjoying Harry’s discomfort far more than he should be. “Focus, Galahad. As soon as you get the drug, you can get out.”

“Brilliant.” Finding a specific drug in a place like this is going to be like looking for a needle in a pile of other needles, but Harry sets himself to it. He knows what the supplier looks like. He just has to find him.

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Old Wild Eyes

By Nic Stone

The first time I saw Old Wild Eyes, I’d just left the library. Late night. Clear sky. Only the brightest stars visible above the glare of all the campus lights, but it was enough for me. I’d been in the basement archives for hours, kissing Charlie Taylor until our lips swelled and tongues went numb. He was on a work-study shift down there and couldn’t walk me back to the dorm, but it was fine.

I’d never met anyone like Charlie. He was wildly popular, but a goofball—the type of guy who’d cue up Don’t Stop Til You Get Enough on a diner jukebox and bust out a dance routine (this is what he did to get my attention). Yeah, people warned me that he was bad news, and there were times I wasn’t really sure how he felt about me. But when he’d slip his rough hands beneath the hem of my shirt and pull me close to kiss me, all my questions about him would turn to vapor.

When I got to the dorm building after that night in the archives, there was a man at the top of the steps. Faded black pinstriped suit with a long coat, sitting just to the left of the main entrance with his legs tucked up to his chest and his forehead resting on his knees. Ashen, dark brown skin and long, messy dreadlocks that looked more like a consequence of his circumstances than a deliberate hairstyle decision.

He was knocked out.

I had some food in my bag—a sandwich and some chips from the dining hall that’d been shoved out of consciousness the moment I stepped into the library basement and Charlie grinned at me—so I approached the man intending to just leave it beside him. He’d be kicked off campus the moment some white girl caught sight of him and called security, but at least his stomach wouldn’t be empty.

I sat the stuff down, but when I stood back up, he was looking at me.


I twisted my rings and tried to hold his gaze like Daddy taught me (“Look people in the eye, honey bee.”).

But I couldn’t. He made me too uneasy. His eyes were Old and Wild like he’d lived a thousand years and seen too many things.

They were too familiar.

I looked away. “Thought you might be hungry,” I said, staring at the glass door where I could see both him and me reflected.

He just beamed. A smile that cracked his whole face open and let nothing but joy spill out. He looked the way I felt the first time Charlie told me I was beautiful. Like nothing could possibly bring him down.

I turned back to him. Forced my nervous eyes back only his Old Wild ones. I served in a local soup kitchen one the third Saturday of every month, so maybe that’s where I’d seen him before? Because I’d clearly seen him before.

“Have we met?” I said.

He didn’t respond. Just dropped his gaze to my lips and those Old Wild Eyes filled with… awe. And then hunger.

Another flash of uncomfortable recognition, and I couldn’t take anymore.

“You have a lovely evening, sir.” And I swiped my ID and slipped inside the building.


When I woke up the next morning, there was an envelope on the floor near my dorm room door. It had my name on it. Though still shaken from the encounter with Old Wild Eyes, part of me lit up at the thought of Charlie sneaking into my building in the middle of the night to deliver a note he’d written with those calloused hands.

Except there was no note. The envelope contained a photo of Charlie and me that I didn’t recognize—largely because I couldn’t recall ever having taken a picture with Charlie. (Not that I was always, but still.)

Yet here one was. It was clearly taken at night, and a flash was used, so the background was blacked out, but there we were, Charlie with an arm draped over my shoulder, whispering something in my ear, and me, wearing his personal favorite of my outfits—a thin-strapped, green linen jumpsuit that tied at the waist—beneath his over-large jacket, smiling the same way Old Wild Eyes was the night before. With abandon.

I turned it over. On the back were the words The last laugh.

My phone rang then.


“Hey,” I said as I answered.

“Sup, baby girl? Sleep okay?”

“Yeah, I guess. You weren’t over here last night, were you? I found a photo of us in an envelope with my name on it. I think somebody slipped it under my door…”

“Nah. Wasn’t me.”

“Well do you remem—”

There was a crash on his end. “Shit! I gotta run, aight? Be there at eight tonight to scoop you for the bonfire. Wear that green jumpsuit I like.” And he hung up.


The second time I saw Old Wild Eyes, he was waiting for me. I’d showered, gotten dressed and was headed across the courtyard to the dining hall to grab a bite to eat before my eleven am class.

He stepped out from behind a tree.

I stopped on the spot, but was too stunned to scream. “You get it?” he said, peeking over his shoulder.

“Get what? Sorry I don’t have any food to give you today—”

“The picture.”

My whole body went numb. “What picture?”

“The one I sent for you. I asked Elizabeth to give it to you…”

Elizabeth. The mouse of a girl who lives in the dorm room next to mine.

“How do you know her name?” And how had he gotten that picture?

“You should…” He looked around again. I was tempted to flag someone down to get him away from me. “You should leave him alone,” he said.


“The boy.” He shook his head and dropped his eyes to the ground. “Only bad will come.”

“I have to go now,” I said. “You should leave. I can’t help you.”

“I’m trying to help you,” he replied as I hurried away.


I fell asleep in class and had a dream. Charlie, middle-aged, haggard.

With old, wild eyes.

When I jolted awake, the lecture hall was empty.


The third time I saw Old Wild Eyes, I’d just put a foot inside Charlie’s Camaro. The man was lurking near the southwest corner of my dorm building, and as our eyes met, he held up an envelope like the one I’d found that morning. After slipping it into a plastic bag, he knelt down to tuck it behind a bush.

“You gettin’ in, baby girl?” Charlie said from the driver’s seat.

Old Wild Eyes was back on his feet and staring at me.

I climbed the rest of the way inside.

“You see that guy over there?” I said as I pulled the door shut.

“What guy?”

“The one right—”

But Old Wild Eyes was gone.


Charlie drank too much. It made his eyes old and wild.


The last time I saw Old Wild Eyes, people were running. The bonfire was raging, but the cops were coming, and the only person twenty-one-or-over took off the moment his trunk had been emptied of alcohol.

Charlie grabbed my hand to pull me to his car, and though I was wary because I knew he was drunk, I let him.

Things had gone south so fast—one minute we were talking, laughing, kissing… I wore the jumpsuit like he’d asked, but I’d gotten cold, so he let me borrow his jacket. Then he’d tossed his phone to a friend. “T, take a picture of me and baby girl,” he said, and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and leaned down to whisper in my ear: “You look so cute right now, I could eat you.”

I smiled so hard I thought my face would crack.

But then sirens.

And blue lights.


And chaos.

We were almost to the car when I collided with someone in a black hoodie and lost my grip on Charlie’s hand.

“Get in!” he shouted, thinking I’d let go on purpose. “We gotta jet!”

I tried to sidestep the person, but they moved back into my path.

Charlie’s car cranked.

“Wait!” I lurched to the left, but the person hit me with a shoulder. Hard.

I fell.

The Camaro shifted into gear and drove off.

“CHARLIE, WAIT!” I scrambled to my feet and tried to chase him down, but it was too late.

I whipped around, furious. “Why did you—”

“I had to. I’m sorry.”

There were tears in those Old Wild Eyes.

I turned.

I ran.


I hitched a ride with someone back to campus, and by the time we got there, news had spread the same way the bonfire might’ve had the fire department not dispatched two trucks.

Charlie Taylor had crashed his Camaro.

Charlie Taylor was dead.


I didn’t leave my room for a week.

Just stared at the picture.

The picture that was shoved beneath my door the night before it was taken.


I went looking for Old Wild Eyes, but he was nowhere to be found.


Four days post-funeral (I didn’t go), there was a knock on my door.

“Found this outside in a bag,” Elizabeth said, handing me an envelope.

It had my name on it.

“Hey, Elizabeth… did a homeless guy give you an envelope like this two weeks ago?”

“Yeah, I put it under your door,” she said. “Did you not get it?”

“Have you seen him recently?”

She shook her head. “I haven’t.”

I nodded. “Thanks for this,” I said, staring at the envelope.

“Sure thing.”

I shut the door and slid to the floor with my back against it.

Opened the envelope.

There was a newspaper clipping inside. It looked and felt old, but the date printed was the morning after Charlie’s accident.

 College Freshman Killed In Drunk Driving Incident

I skimmed the first few paragraphs, not interested in rehashing the details, but then my eyes caught on the words Tilandra Faye Todd.

My name.

The deceased, passenger Tilandra Faye Todd, was killed on impact. Driver Charles Taylor, whose blood alcohol level registered at near twice the legal limit, was arrested on the scene and will be charged with first-degree vehicular homicide which carries a minimum five-year sentence in federal prison.”

I read it again. And again. Three, four, five times more.

Turned it over.

There was a note stapled to the back.

Baby Girl: 

If you’re reading this, everything I had to go through to get back was worth it.

There’s a good chance I’m gone, and that’s as it should be.

Took me some years to realize it, but I really did love you. I looked at that picture of us every single day after you were gone.

It’s yours now. Don’t forget me. 


Charles D. Taylor

Sunday Morning

“It’s your turn.”

“I’m asleep.”

“Tommy… Tommy… Thomas Shelby go and get your son.”

“Fine,” his huffing was muffled by the pillow his face was buried in.

You groaned as the cool morning air enveloped you, Tommy ripping the sheets off the pair of you as he got up like a whiney child. Usually the man barely slept, almost robotic in his ability to function without basic human needs. However Sunday was his day off, a day where he could pretend just for a bit that he was normal. Rather than being Tommy Shelby the gangster he was just Tom, a family man. A family man who wanted a lie in.

You noticed Charles’ crying had stopped and begrudgingly opened your eyes, gifted with the sight of a shirtless Tommy walking over, bouncing his son up and down. He placed the boy next to you and crawled into bed himself, wrapping the sheets back around the three of you.

“Morning, Charlie,” you cooed, giggling as he smiled back, “And what is it that you’d like to do today, hm?”

“He’d like to stay in bed,” a low voice mumbled next to you, you looked to see Tommy leant back with his eyes shut.

“Is that so? Cos I thought he wanted his dad to make everyone breakfast,” you punctuated your sentence with a kiss to Tommy’s unsuspecting lips.

Your boyfriend looked up at you, bemusement on his face alongside a small smile, “We have maids for that, love, bloody well paid ones at that.”

“Oh come on, Tom, remember when you made me breakfast on my birthday, it was lovely.”

“Yeah I do, I’d take a shoot out over handling that frying pan any day.”

You rolled your eyes at his exaggeration, deciding to pull out the big guns. You lifted Charlie right up to Tommy’s face and pouted behind him.

“Are you really gonna deprive your son of a nice family breakfast, you heartless man?”

“Alright, alright, bloody hell how did I find a woman more stubborn than me?”

Smirking you placed Charlie back down between you and leant towards Tommy. He failed to ward off the smile spreading across his face as you beamed down and thanked him. His grouchiness was forgotten as you pressed your lips to his, warmth spreading through you as your plump lips moved together. You pulled back slightly, still keeping your face close, he followed it and landed another light kiss.

“I love you,” the sentiment left your lips as a content sigh.

“Love you, too, my darling.”

Only after a spell of gazing enchantedly at each other did Charles’ gurgles tear you both apart.

Tommy was stood over the cooker, glad his brothers were nowhere to be seen or he’d never hear the end of it. Only you could coerce him into this, the most feared man in Birmingham watching over the eggs and bacon. He couldn’t pretend he wasn’t enjoying his position though, with you distracted by Charles at the table he got the chance to watch you. The way you were with Charlie was something Tommy could never quite get over. It was hard to remember you weren’t his mother. Soon after Grace’s death you and Tommy had grown close and it was difficult to remember a time when you weren’t part of their lives.

His fond musings were interrupted by your voice, “Tommy is something burning?”

You saw him flush - something you knew he’d account to the cooker’s heat - as he quickly checked on some slightly charred bacon.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s under control,” you hid a smile as he muttered to himself.

He piled the food onto the plates and placed them triumphantly on the table. He took his seat and lit a cigarette as you poured the drinks.

“Breakfast is served,” he declared, resulting in a giggle from Charles.

You took the first bite under Tommy’s watchful eye and melodramatically paused before concluding, “Delicious, Tom, you’re a natural.”

He rolled his eyes but you caught the slight glow of pride as he shuffled over to feed Charlie.

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Creepypasta #1311: I Said No

Length: Medium

You would think someone would accept “no” as an answer.

I told him no. Not once, not twice, but three times. I told him to leave me alone and stop following me. I was on my way home and I didn’t need this guy following me. But he just wouldn’t let up. I guess walking home alone at night in a not so great neighborhood was a poor decision on my part, sure. But I hadn’t had a problem in the five years I’ve lived in the area. Almost everyone knew me and I them. Granted, everyone minded their own business and didn’t intervene in personal lives but we looked out for each other the way neighbors did. Just enough to keep the neighborhood decent. I guess that’s why Charlie was looking out his window right then.

Charlie is an elderly man-about late sixties, I think- and he’s lived in my apartment complex longer than anyone else. He’s the guy you go to if the landlord isn’t picking up or you wanna run a problem with your apartment by someone. He’s very nice, albeit quiet, and from what I’ve been told, he wouldn’t hurt a fly. He’s even found humane ways to deal with a fly problem we had back in 2015. The guy was a saint from what I knew. He was also the first apartment in front of the complex; he could see everything going on outside before anyone else.

The guy following me persisted and when I stopped at the complex gate, he made a grab for me. I’ve taken self defense classes, I’ve read up on how to protect yourself. Hell, I was even in the process of becoming a gun owner. But even with all that in mind, sometimes you just freeze. That’s what I did. He grabbed for my arm and neck and I froze. I wanted to fight and scream for someone to come out but it all got caught in my nerves. I wasn’t sure how to react. Until I heard the gate open and suddenly the guy wasn’t anywhere near me. I nearly fell forward if it wasn’t for someone else helping me steady myself. I’m sure I looked nearly comical with fright. Charlie was there, holding onto my elbow and shoulder to keep me upright.

“Are you alright, Katie?” I wanted to answer but all I could think was how the hell did he get out here so fast. He wasn’t in the best of shape and I should have seen or heard him coming from his apartment before he got there.

“I-I’m fine.” I felt like I was trembling. That’s when I noticed the crumpled body a few yards from me. It was the guy who had been following me. His arms looked bent in a painful way and how the hell did he end up over there.

“I think you should go inside. Forget about this guy, I’ll take care of him.” I don’t know why I listened. But I did. Charlie only stopped me for a second as I went through the gate, careful to close it. “Did you say no?”

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The Leopard Cannot Change Her Spots

by: mldrgrl
Rated: R
Summary: Stella has some second thoughts

Stella peruses the file in front of her with the most critical eye she can muster.  Her interest doesn’t really lie within the casefile itself, but the file handler.  The new detective under her purview is young, but seasoned.  She’d read his records upon his transfer and she liked what she saw then, but she likes it more even now.  She likes what she sees a lot.

Detective Charlie Moore is ex-military; four years with Her Majesty’s Armed Forces and six with the NCA upon his discharge.  His records reflect a by-the-book approach to the job, diligence, and a high solve rate.  One of his previous superiors noted that he is tough on criminals, empathetic with victims, and docile with authority.  She likes a man who knows how to be told what to do.

It’s been awhile since anyone has sparked her interest like this.  Over four years, to be exact.  There’s been a handful of people that have caught her eye, but nothing she seriously considered.  She couldn’t, of course.  That’s what being trapped in a relationship does - it takes the rest of the world out of consideration.  She misses that thrill of the unknown.  She wants that freedom again to explore a new body.  To have someone touch her who knows nothing about her.  Something purely physical that ends there without any other expectations.

The ‘wedding’ is only weeks away, and as it draws closer, she gets more anxious.  This isn’t supposed to be her life.  She had been quite content to be alone and to continue to be alone, so how had she let Hank disrupt her so completely?  How had she let it go this far?  And marriage?  Who is she kidding?  She’s not the marrying kind.

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Title: Reunited (and it feels so good)

Anonymous requested: Rough love with JDM’s character from Shameless.
Word Count: 4,788
Warning: Smut, smut, and even more smut!!! Rough, hardcore smut. Like seriously, they’re getting downnnnn lmao
Author’s Note: So, to the anon who sent me this request….. I’m sorry for taking so long to write this! I was scrolling through Tumblr and saw a Charlie Peters GIF and then an idea came to me…During lecture too, so I hope this is more than okay! Also, JDM with a neck tattoo???? My god wow. 

(GIF Source: @neganandthesaviors)

It was a chilly morning in Chicago. The sun was peeking through the clouds just enough to allow the snow to melt along the roads and sidewalks. Usually, you loved to wake up at the sight of snow covering your front porch, but you had woken up late for work today and hoped that traffic wasn’t as bad as it usually was when it snowed.

You were dressed in a black turtleneck with black jeans and black ankle boots with a dark grey coat over to finish. Your hair remained in its natural state of loose waves, which saved you the trouble of fixing your hair in the morning.

You were a teacher’s assistant for a college professor at your previous college. It was a start to getting your own teaching degree.

You grab your bag and drape it over your shoulder before leaving your apartment. Luckily, the college professor you were assisting for this semester understood that some people were late and that sometimes, it was out of your control.

It had taken you twenty minutes to get to the campus. You were practically running across campus to get to the class. Though, once at the door, you notice the note taped onto it.

Class cancelled.

We will meet again Wednesday. Have a good day.

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. You decide to lean against the wall and take a few deep breaths to calm down. You grab your phone to send a text to your professor before noticing the email he had sent you.

Fuck. Maybe you should get in the habit of checking your email more often.

You decide to take this opportunity to explore downtown Chicago. It had been a long time since you had the day to yourself anyway.

Your mind drifts as you walk down the street with a cup of coffee in hand. It had been a long process to get your teaching credential, but you kept telling yourself that you had to be patient. You just didn’t know when you would get your dream job. You had taken a few years off from school to help with family and you weren’t getting any younger.

Suddenly, you bump into someone. You hear him grunt in surprise before you realize that his coffee and lit cigarette had dropped to the pavement.

“Fuck,” he mumbles.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry!” You ramble, clearing your throat. Apparently, today couldn’t get any more worse than it already was.

When the stranger turns around, you find yourself staring at him with wide eyes. It truly had been such a long time since you had seen this man.


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Imagine celebrating Galentine’s with Charlie and Dean trying to hang out with you two.

A/N: Barely getting this in before Galentine’s Day is actually over, anyway I hope you like it. :) 

“What’s up bitches?”

You heard Charlie from your room as she entered the bunker.  You ran out of the room, not even bothering to finish putting your t-shirt on after your shower.

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“(Y/N)!” Charlie yelled as you pulled her into a hug.

“What’s up?” you asked eagerly.

“Your nipples,” she said through a laugh.  You heard Dean cough to cover up his own laugh and you saw Sam shaking his head.

You quickly put your hands over your chest that only had a sports bra covering it. “What, it’s cold in here.”

“I’ll warm you up, sweetheart,” Dean said as he picked you up from behind and held you to his chest.

“The only help I need from you is for you to put me down,” you said, struggling against your friend.

“That may be the only help you need but not they only help you want,” Dean whispered, flirtatiously. He finally put you down, his hands lingering for a moment.

“Well,” you said clearing your throat, “I’m going to go grab a shirt and then we can get started.”

You walked over to the laundry room that was just off the kitchen and grabbed the first shirt you could get out of the dryer.

“Get started with what?” Sam asked.

“Galentine’s,” Charlie said with her big, cheeky smile.

“What?” Sam asked through a laugh.

“It’s like Valentines but cooler because it’s for best friends and no stupid significant other is involved,” I told him. “Plus I hate Valentines.”

“Wait, why?” Dean asked rather quickly. “I mean, Valentines Day is the best day.” He added to cover up his hurried question.

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“First of all Dean, the only reason you like it is because you can go to a bar and get laid by as many sad girls as your heart desires,” you told him. “Secondly, I’ve never liked the day. Why have a single day out of the whole year to celebrate your love for someone, shouldn’t you do that every day? My parent’s never celebrated it and I never have and don’t plan to.”

“Damn,” Charlie said.

You looked from Charlie then to Dean to see the end of some look that he was giving Sam but you couldn’t make it out.

“You ready?” She asked, eager to start our evening.

“Yeah, definitely,” you smiled and she grabbed your arm and dragged you to the tv room.

After the two of you were settled on the couch and started a movie you felt the seat next to you sink in and Dean placed his arm behind you on the cushion.

“So what are we watching?” He asked, his fingertips brushing your shoulder.

“You’re not watching anything,” you told him, trying to ignore his arm as it slowly made its way to being completely around you.

“Oh come on,” Dean said, his hand now gripping your shoulder.  

“No, go away,” you said with a playful shove.

“Fine,” He pushed himself up off the couch and left the room.

“He likes you,” Charlie told you as she leaned in closer.

“No, he doesn’t,” you replied, shaking your head.

“(Y/N) and Dean, sittin’ in a tree,” She loudly sang.

“Shut up,” you told her, your cheeks tinted red.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, “you like him too!”


“Come on, admit it,” She said, nudging your shoulder.

“Admit what?” Dean asked as he entered the room again.

“Oh just–“ Charlie started but you gave her a glare. “Nothing.”

“Okay, well I brought some popcorn does that mean I can stay?” He asked, his face holding a childish grin.

“Of course that means you can stay,” Charlie said as she took the popcorn.

“It’s GALentines not GUYentines,” you told the both of them. 

“Oh come one,” Charlie flashed her smile, “Dean is one of my best gal friends.” 

“Hey, whatever will get me in,” he said with a wink.

Dean took his place next to you and wrapped his arm around you once again. You slowly leaned into him hoping he wouldn’t notice.  All of the sudden Dean moved to get comfortable and pulled you all the way into him.  Charlie gave you an ‘I told you so’ look and you just ducked your head to hide your blush.

As the night went on you felt your eyes grow heavy and you sucumbed to a light sleep, still leaning against Dean.  At some point, you heard Charlie say she was going to bed but you were too tired to acknowledge.

“(Y/N), come on, let’s get you to bed,” Dean said as he slowly moved you to wake you up.

All you did was groan in response and buried your head deeper into his chest.

You felt as Dean’s warmth moved away from you then as he carefully picked you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he cradled your body into his.

Dean gently placed you on your bed and covered you with the blankets. As his hands were moving away you reached out and grabbed them, “Stay.”

“Are you sure?” Dean asked.

You nodded and moved over, lifting the covers as an invitation. He got into the bed and you moved so you were closer to him.

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“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” you heard Dean whisper before you drifted off.

When I Was Your Man (Jacob Black x ex! reader)


Y/n - Your name  Y/l/n - Your last name   Y/e/c - your eye color                      Y/h/c - your hair color

Prompt - Songfic based on Bruno Mars’ “When I Was Your Man”. Jacob severely neglected the reader for Bella and they broke up with him. After this Jacob realizes how much he loved them through flashbacks due to certain items, the next time he sees the reader they’re with Embry…the wolf that imprinted on them.(A lot of gifs sorry!)

Word Count - 1,618

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“Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now“

Jacob turned in his bed and looked to the empty side, the side where Y/n used to sleep. His mind immediately flashed back to the good mornings they spent together, the mornings when he’d turn to see them with a goofy smile and a crazy bed head. The two would share a small kiss and Y/n would play with Jake’s hair while they talked, but those were the good mornings. Those were the mornings before Jake phased, before Bella clung to him, before he began to neglect the one person who loved him for someone who didn’t. Jacob blew the air from his cheeks as an aching feeling filled his heart, the bed felt so empty without his lovely Y/n……

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“Our song on the radio but it don’t sound the same”

Jacob, Quil, and Seth sat around in the Black’s garage as Jake continues tinkering on his car. The other two wolves did most of the talking and Jake would occasionally let out his input from his place rolled under the car, eventually Seth grew quite bored of the awkward silences and put on the radio. Jacob took a break and sat on the creeper while drinking some soda, laughing occasionally when Quil and Seth would burst into song when they heard specific lyrics of their favorite songs. The atmosphere was light and happy, buzzing with energy until the spokesperson announced what song the station was going to play. Seth and Quil watched as the smile left Jake’s face slowly, watched as the pain etched into his face with certain lyrics. He could see Y/n, singing along to the song as he drove them both on dates and the song played.
The way their y/e/c eyes would light up as they’d belt the lyrics, the way they’d dance in the passenger seat along to the beat and a blush would cover their cheeks when they noticed he was watching them. The aching feeling came back just a little stronger this time and Quil shut off the radio, sure Jacob liked the song but it just wasn’t the same without Y/n there…

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“When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down ‘Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name”

Jacob hadn’t seen Charlie since before the breakup, neither of you had. People would always say that he and Billy Black were the relationships biggest supporters, they were the type that believed you’d get married. That’s why when Jake saw Charlie’s cruiser pull up a lump formed in his throat, at least Charlie wasn’t one for making a huge scene in public. He made it to the living room when the chief walked into the house, his dark eyes immediately searching for his friend and his kid. “Hey Charlie” Jacob greeted in a fake cheery voice, hoping to god that Charlie wouldn’t bring up Y/n at all. “Hey Jake, where’s Y/n? You and that kid share a brain” Charlie asked with a smile, a twinge of pain shot through Jake’s chest as he remembered the fishing trip they all went on a year ago.
Y/n had spent a good fraction of the time complaining about the bugs and sun glare, the other fraction though they had been absolutely adorable to Jake. He remembers their concentrating face, the way their nose would wrinkle and eyes would squint as they tried to patiently wait for a fish to bite their line. Charlie watched the smile fall from the young boys face in confusion, Billy sighed and gave Jake a sad smile “We broke up a few weeks ago” and Charlie immediately felt awkward and horrible. “I didn’t know kid, I’m sorry” The chief said sincerely and Jacob smiled a sad smile “It’s alright Charlie, you didn’t know”. Jacob was starting to understand why his heart hurt so bad when he thought of you…

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“too dumb to realize;That I should have bought you flowers; And held your hand
;Should have gave you all my hours When I had the chance;Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance”

Only after the breakup settled with him did Jacob enjoy the pack mind, it was always clustered and he was always distracted from his thoughts. This was until Jared begged Jacob to run his rounds for him so he could see his imprint, Jacob only said yes because Jared was extremely persistent and who was he to deny Jared sex or love? His paws thudded against the ground as he ran watch for both him and Jared, his abnormally large wolf body wading through the trees perfectly as he kept his senses aware for the sick smell of leeches. His dark eyes skimming the trees around him so he didn’t crash suddenly when he saw an indent in one that made him skid to a stop, once finally stopped Jacob went over to the tree and got a better look at the indentation. An older mark showed that a heart was carved into an area where the bark was peeled off, inside the heart were the initials of Jacob and Y/n’s names.
A high-pitched wailing whine fell from Jacob’s wolf, the heart had scratches over top of it that looked a few weeks old. The scratches were made with a human’s nails, he sniffed it and it smelt of his sweet Y/n. No not his anymore, he ruined their relationship. He was too stupid to realize that Y/n needed him just as much as Bella did, maybe more. He realized that Y/n deserved him giving them their favorite flowers because the damn flowers always cheered them up, always brought the smile that Jake loved to their face. Jacob realized just how much Y/n loved PTA, realized that he should have held their hand instead of been texting and conversing with Bella. Jacob registered that he could’ve spent so much more time with his significant other between pack meetings and spending time with Bella, instead he spent all his extra time with Bella.
He could’ve stayed late with Y/n when they had dates or went to parties so they could dance, he knew how much they loved dancing and he could’ve let them do what they loved. Now he couldn’t do that though, because he broke them up with all of his neglect….

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“Now my baby’s dancing; But she’s dancing with another man”

Jacob picked at the muffin on his plate, ever since he realized everything he did his mood has been even worse. It didn’t help that no one knew where his best friend had gone last night, Embry had suddenly disappeared. “Jacob…” Leah sighed from beside him, patting his arm lightly because she understood how he was feeling now but knew it was his fault. “I’m fine Leah” Jake grumbled shoving another piece of muffin in his mouth, Paul snorted from across the table and shook his head while shoving food in his mouth. “Hey guys” Embry’s cheery voice called through the air and everyone erupted into questions, Jake though that Sam was going to kill him judging by his tone of voice. “I’m sorry Sam, I was with my imprint” Embry said scratching the back of his neck before the pack collectively asked “You Imprinted”. The lanky boy chuckled nervously at his packmates before glancing at Jacob, Embry gulped and sat as far away as he could.
“Yeah and they really like to dance, I didn’t keep track of time” After he spoke Embry grabbed some food and immediately looked down at it. Jacob heard ringing, his heart began thumping in his chest as that painful aching feeling filled his chest again but now it was four times as strong. He now knew why Embry sat away from him “Are you serious?” It came out a little colder than Jacob first expected and Embry shrunk slightly in his seat. “Yeah…everyone I imprinted on Y/n” Embry said and the pack double took, Jacob ran outside and phased before running into the woods. “It’s alright Embry” Sam said before following the extremely loud whines and yowls coming from the woods outside his house….

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“My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways; Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life; Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made, oh; And it haunts me every time I close my eyes”

Sam, Jared, and Paul followed Jacob into the woods and phased. They all stayed quiet as they heard all the thoughts swirling through Jacob’s mind, all of them whining as they feel the pain radiating off him. All he could think about was how much he fucked up, Y/n was the best thing that ever happened to him and he neglected them. They loved him and he loved them, he still loved them and he let it go on some schoolboy crush. He let Y/n go and now he could never ever get them back, he could never right the wrongs he’d done. He was so self-congratulatory that Bella had seemingly chosen him over the bloodsucker that he focused on her, not the one who actually loved him and cared for his wellbeing. Y/n was one of the strongest people in his life, they were his rock throughout everything and he broke their heart.
But now they were gone and never coming back to him, all because of him. Why was he such an idiot? Bella never loved him and now ruined everything

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“Although it hurts; I’ll be the first to say that I was wrong; Oh, I know I’m probably much too late; To try and apologize for my mistakes; But I just want you to know
I hope he buys you flowers; I hope he holds your hand; Give you all his hours; When he has the chance; Take you to every party: 'Cause I remember how much you loved to dance; Do all the things I should have done ;When I was your man ;Do all the things I should have done ;When I was your man”

Jacob was laughing for the first time in weeks, he and Leah had been joking around for a good portion of this bonfire when they saw two people walk down. Y/n was walking next to Embry and he wrapped his arms around their shoulders, Leah smiled and Jacob couldn’t help the sad smile that came to his lips. It was much too late for him to take back everything but he had apologized and they made up, slowly a friendship was blossoming. Embry was perfect for them, it was everything Jacob hoped would happen to Y/n. Embry gave them the attention they deserved, He bought them their favorite flowers on a daily basis, Embry loved showing them off and holding their hand, He took them to so many parties because both he and Jake knew how much Y/n loves parties. Embry did everything for Y/n and it made Jacob smile, he did everything Jake didn’t do when he was their man.


Alice: Seriously… you’re being gross.

Jarrod: Shut up. You’re the one being gross. Aikou’s basically a baby.

Aikou: Excuse me. I just graduated high school and I’m 18. I’m a full-fledged adult in society’s eyes now.

Jarrod: Yeah, yeah. You still act like a kid.

Aikou: Whatever. Those two over there should be the ones making you sick.

Shiro: Leave us alone. Don’t be mad that I got a girlfriend before you.

Aikou: Fuck you.

Most annoying songs of 2016
  • Closer by Chainsmokers ft Halsey - i hate that goddamn synth line that hammers 3-4 notes into your goddamn skull
  • 7 Years by Lukas Graham - who fucking cares lukas your voice sucks
  • Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes - goddamn didn’t this song already exist?? with You Belong With Me or It’s Gonna Be Me?? at least those songs had enough personality to become memes, this song is all generic lines sung by a generic singer
  • This is What You Came For by Calvin Harris ft. Rihanna - the hook is so goddamn boring and they repeat it a million times in the song. at least it feels that way
  • Just Like Fire by P!nk - it feels like there’s several concepts smashed into one song, also Alice in Wonderland 2 was a critical flop and nobody liked it NEXT
  • Me Too by Meghan Trainor - shut the fuck up meghan
  • Any Song by Charlie Puth - shut the fUCK up charlie
  • Literally any Song by 21 Pilots - SHUT THE FU
  • Play that Song by Train - Really?? sampling heart and soul? what’s next, chopsticks?? unforgivable
  • Let it Go by James Bay - ok now this song was released in ‘14 but it kept playing on the radio nonstop this year, at least where i live in Metro Atlanta and i hate this song so much that it deserves to be on this list
Scandal Review 6x11

Yoooooooooooooo! Scandal season 6 ep 11 came up and showed tf OUT hunny! OLITZ IS BACK BITCHEEESSSSS! *twerks to Diana Ross the Boss Ain’t no mountain high enough* (and yes I added an E in bitch lol). Scandal , Shonda, Liv and Fitz (Kerry and Tony) FED us good last night.
I first started watching Scandal for Kerry Washington, who is one of my faves(LOVE HER) , and now I stan Anthony Howard “Tony” Goldwyn. My mans is most definitely invited to the cookout! I will fix his plate, prepare his drink, and bring it to him! Tony is such a fuckin phoneme on and off the camera. Do yal follow him on IG, how awesome can he be…..and he’s 56! *Wiggggg*
REVIEW TIME (rundown mode)
Ok! Let me say this, I need to get it off my chest: that Opening with the illuminate girl and David was SAD! Yal that sex sounded so horrible, straight trash lmaoooo I was like what tf is really going on. David ain’t had no good sex since Abby! Lmao. @ me on this!!! 

Mellie attacking Olivia:  Bitch. *stares motherfuckerly* BITCH HOW DARE YOU!  I need mellie to get her head out of her entitled ass! Ugh how you gone try to attack the one damn person who has been in your corner for two damn years trying to make you president. Fuck Mellie (until later).

1st Olitz moment : They are in the Oval and this is the second time Olivia shows Fitz her vulnerable side. Olivia is telling Fitz how Mellie is going to ceed the presidency over to Cyrus, Fitz stop her cuz he sees how its affecting her. We all know our girl Olivia hates to lose , Fitz knows this as well. So he gets up and does the shoulder thing again *swoons* he is comforting his best girl and she falls into him and holds him tight. (I was screeching in OLITZ when he said “Come here,” how sexy is this man when he is being authoritative! hot damn) 

The Return of Liz North?: Um guh where you been and why all of a sudden you come out the woods talking about Mellie need to fight for the presidency …. I knew she was full of shit yal!

Mellie goes to Olivia and tries to get her to reconsider about the presidency but Liv was still saying no. Then once again Mellie insults Olivia then try to say sorry. Bitch bye! Anyways we see that Huck is love and well, in Olivia’s Pink robe lol. Quinn had the nerve to snatch a pillow from behind charlie to give it to huck……um ma’am which one is your man? She needs to gone break up with charlie and not string him along like some little dog.

Liv and Cyrus…still the dream team?: HELL NO….kml Liv tried to go talk to cyrus but he shut her all the way down. Miss cyrus was not having it. And honestly I can’t really blame him. Liv did do him dirty! But Cyrus is Cyrus how much shit he helped put Liv and Fitz thru? soooo I really just didn’t care.

ANGELA. HI. HELLO. HOW ARE YOU?: Lmao so Angela is in bed trying to low-key question Fitz about Olivia. Um ma’am you are the director of the FBI and you mean to tell me you couldn’t pick up on “your man” deflecting tf out of you? Fitz really was not giving her the time of day. Hun give it up you can not and will not compare to Olivia C. Pope. ISSA WRAP. I mean yal Fitz literally told the guh he was working *cackles evilly*

Liv visits Rowen: That entire exchange was so sad because Rowen basically was looking out for his damn self, which a part of me can’t blame him…..but I am so over him its hard to jump on board when Liv goes into her “make daddy proud” modes! He always come off as a manipulator and I’m over it….but then sometimes I get the feeling that he do be trying to look out for Olivia but he is so damn evil urghghhgh bye! 

Shade moment: Michael ass went on TV and shaded the entire fuck out of cyrus! LMAO!! And Michael got JAMES baby being the Mommy & Daddy, I mean tbh Ella is better off with him cuz cyrus is a toxic ass man, he don’t need a baby(IMO).

2nd Olitz moment: Liv tells Fitz she went to see her dad, Fitz wants to “handle” Rowen but Olivia playing daddy’s little girl asks Fitz to forgive Rowen like she forgave Abby. Fitz rolls his eyes and goes to their (kissing) window. lol!

Fitz and Cyrus moment: Liv sent Fitz to Cyrus to go make his ass get up and take this job seriously (didn’t really care cuz it was funny and shady how he wouldn’t talk to liv but talked to Fitz who left his ass behind in that jail too! over it)

Liz North see you on the other side: I knew she was down with the illuminate! When Mellie walked into that office I was not surprised….but what did surprise me was how Becky took that damn gold club and beat that woman to death. YIKESSS! Liz deserved better lol! (I was very proud of Mellie when she stood up to them tho, like I really was proud of her!!) Mellie who is covered in blood, kids got threatened and she fell in line with the illuminate! 

Angela Vs. Olitz(because they are a package)pt1: Angela comes in on a mission! Lol, homegirl going off about how she is going after Olivia, how she got evidence, and how she bout to interrogate Liv. PAUSE HO YOU REALLY TRYING IT! Then she had the nerve to call Fitz a boy! *slams hand on the table* I’m so tired of all these irrelevant ass people trying my guy Fitzgerald! That is a man! Fitz has always stood his ground and been a leader! Fuck yal who think otherwise! Side note: It was funny that she said it because I am a black woman and I know I be like “Boy bye…or boy please” lol If she would have said this to anybody else I wouldn’t say nothing but I can’t let her disrespect my mans Fitz like that! I ride for that one!! 

Once again Olivia Pope to the rescue: Mellie calls Olivia but doesn’t tell her what happened. Olivia comes and sees Liz dead on the floor. Now lets all remember that Olivia has PTSD! This was not good for her. Mellie talking fast and i’m sure she was having flashbacks to Jerry death, we all remember how she lost her shit! I felt bad for Mellie. Jake so irrelevant lmao he only came out for “clean up” duty *cackles* 

3rd Olitz moment: Let me just say Olivia lost her fuckin mind! Guhhhhhh (goes in corner to collect myself). She comes in the Oval , Fitz tells her that Angela’s Jealosy has gotten the best of her and now she is coming after Liv. Lmao my boy really said he was contemplating getting her resignation. LMAOOOO Fitz ain’t you smashing this guh? And you said that?? I knew Angela was a non factor kml!!! Liv goes to the window , turns around and tells Fitz with a straight face “Good” hold up! Pause. Flag on the play! Bi what? Good? So you wanna go to jail and be somebody prison bitch? Um no ma’am. Me nor Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the 3rd having that shit! Fitz loses his shit and start yelling *cackles, my boy was heated* My guy took my breath away when he said “There is no way in hell I am letting you go to prison for life” I KNEW AN OLITZ MOMENT WAS COMING , I FELT IT IN MY SOUL! (Olivia ass started to walk away and say a petty comment but We (me and Fitz) wasn’t having that!
(still yelling at her ass) “Don’t you see, I’d lose you, forever” HOOOOOOOOOWOOOOOOOOO! YAL. I knew this man was still in love with Olivia Pope. Fitzgerald Thomas Grant the 3rd was, is, and forever will be in love with Olivia Carolyn Pope. @ me on this!!!
*eye roll* Olivia goes on to say “my father will die” (shrugs shoulders and yells *who cares, guh you was tryna kill him a few eps back!) She then goes on to say that if Fitz stops her and arrests her dad he would lose her forever. I personally do not think she meant any of that because the look on her face and the way she turned around at that door says otherwise! Olivia was just using herself as a threat against Fitz because thats all she can use , she doesn’t have any other leverage over him. BUT all she had to do was sit down with Fitz and come up with a plan instead of trying to do it on her own. Ugh stop with this self sacrificing shit, Me and Fitz aint having it NO DAMN MO! (will elaborate on this part later)

Angela Vs. Olitz pt2: ANGELA YOU THOUGHT! *CACKLES EVILY* When I say Fitz was done playing games, my guy told her back up and move ya ass to OMAHA! *que in Beyonce* To the left to the left! 

Rowen got arrested: *CACKLES EVILY*

4th Olitz moment: Baby Olivia comes thru heated like a hot sausage on a saturday morning! She is yelling at Fitz , meanwhile my mans got his scotch and a remote in hand and says “You want to stop yelling at me” LMAO BOSS MAN STAUTS!!! Fitz gave 0 fucks about what she was saying! He knew the game, he knows she will try to use herself to get her way. Liv looks at the TV and sees her dad is safe in the office. (In the background Diana Ross the Boss “Ain’t no mountain” monologue starts to play, and it fits so perfectly to this moment.) Fitz lets her know rowen is in his care and he is ready for them (him and her) to start working together to fight the illuminate. She turns around breathing heavily…..(KerryW is playing TF outta this roll)…  It was so many emotions running across her face. She walks to him and sits in front of him, he scoots down and now they are face to face. Fitz looking at her like “I told you I got you” the looks these two were giving each other was sending me into my death(I was literally screaming at this point). Olivia reaches out and grabs Fitz and they kiss (I was so damn PROUD of Olivia) I love that she was the one to initiate. Fitz was SHOOKETH. Lol, my guy hadn’t kiss those lips in 2 years he didn’t even know what to do with his hands at first lol. When he cups her face , Olivia is literally looking like she wants to cry, Hell him too! (whyyyy they playing with me like this, yal I love them!!) 

*sips my fancy ass Chamomile tea* Olivia is walking backwards into Fitz room, if you pay attention Fitz(low-key Tony) face was priceless cuz he knew he had gotten his woman back and she was finna fuck the shit out of him! She places his hand on her hip and she grabs his neck in *bring that ass here fashion* She kisses her man and they close the door. We didn’t get a sex scene but I will be happy with a bedroom waking up scene at the beginning of the next ep. Remember Kerry had a baby so she might not be ready for these type of scenes yet. Yal respect my Fave and don’t be on her bout a sex scene.
Fitz: He “Handled” it! I repeat Fitz handled the situation. He out poped Olivia pope.
Fitz will not let anything come between him and Olivia. Not Mellie, Not Cyrus, Not the presidency, Not Abby, Not Angela, Not Rowen, Not even Olivia! He has proven time and time again that he will choose her. Let me tell you something THERE WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER FITZGERALD THOMAS GRANT the 3RD. This man has proven for the 1000000000000000000 time why he is the fuckin MAN! Fitz hates Rowen, we all know why ( he killed his son). Fitz chose to save Rowens life for Olivia, the woman he loves. He knows she loves her dad, regardless all the shit talking and acting tough that she does, Fitz knows this and like I keep saying FITZ never makes Olivia choose. He always lets her work things out on her own. But this time she was about to take it to far so he had to step in and “FIX” the situation. Ladies Get you a Fitz!! Lol!
The next ep looks so promising just because I think its gonna be dope that Everyone is going to be working together to take down the illuminate!
Much Love, Chaun.

Imagine Dean walking in on Charlie kissing you.

Intro: You, Sam and Dean were sitting around the table in the bunker’s library, searching for the next possible hunt. Suddenly, you felt a hand rest on your left thigh. You knew whose hand it belonged to but you glanced down at it anyway. It was Dean’s hand. That simple, yet sweet gesture, was enough to instantly send a shiver down your spin. You tried to suppress your smile by biting your lower lip but Dean knew exactly what he was doing to you. Even if it was a spur-of-the-moment decision, subconsciously he knew what his goal was; and that was to get you to see that you two belonged together. You did have feelings for him and he has made his feelings for you very clear, but the fear you had of what might happen if the two of you didn’t work as a couple, haunted you and kept you at the brink of commitment. 

By your surprise, a lovely young lady named Charlie stopped by the bunker to visit the boys. After meeting her she invited you out for a few drinks and you decided to take her up on the offer since she was very close to the boys and you figured it’d be a great idea to get to know her.

You weren’t aware of Charlie’s sexuality, so of course you thought nothing of her flirtatious words the entire night.

Later that night, you couldn’t sleep so you decided to get a late night snack. You turned the kitchen light on and walked over to the fridge. You were caught off guard by a girl’s laughter, scaring you half to death. It was Charlie. She was sitting on the floor, behind the kitchen counter island. She was chuckling to herself and holding a beer.

“Charlie!? What are you doing?” You asked, approaching her.

“I asked the boys if I could crash here for the night… Join to- Um, care to join?” She giggled, waving her beer in the air. She wasn’t as drunk as you expected for someone who was out drinking and came home, only to drink some more. Her conscience seemed to somewhat still be in tact. 

You chuckled, taking a seat beside her and grabbing a beer that was on the ground, waiting to be consumed. “Might as well, you certainly don’t need another one.” You took a sip of your drink and then admired Charlie as she gulped down some more.

“So, couldn’t sleep?” Charlie asked, wondering why you were up so late. 

“You could say that…” You mumbled before taking another sip. 

“What’s keepin’ you up?”

“Can I ask you a question…” You spat out.

“Of course.”

You weren’t sure if you completely trusted Charlie enough, so you kept it fairly vague. “Have you ever liked someone, but were too afraid to do anything about it?”

Charlie looked at you with a puzzled look on her face as if she was attempting to figure you out. “Yeah… Plenty of times.”

“Really? What did you do about it?” You asked, a little too enthusiastically.

“Took a chance on it… Hoped for the best.”

“How did that turn out for you?” You asked anxiously.

“Pretty great in the moment… You know, until the relationships fell apart because of trust issues or other issues in general. But that’s just my experience so take it with a grain of salt.” She smiled, putting you at ease. “You must have better luck with relationships.” 

“Not exactly…” You smiled back at her and then noticed she was still staring at you with an intent gaze. 

That’s when it happened. Charlie leaned in and your lips collided with each others. It took you about 3 seconds to process what was happening. You pulled away and Charlie saw the confused look on your face.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

“Don’t worry about it! It’s okay!” Was all you managed to spit out.

“It is?” You heard a voice from above the counter. 

You both looked up to see Dean leaning over the counter and looking at you two. He was sitting there with a boyish grin on his face and his eyes wide.

“Oh great…” Charlie smiled sheepishly, dropping her head and hugging her knees.

“Invasive much,” you chuckled, standing up from the ground.

“I was thirsty…” Dean frowned, making his way around the counter.

“I’ll just be in the guest room…” Charlie said standing up slowly, making sure to keep her balance.

“I didn’t mean to interr-” Before Dean could comment, you punched his arm. 

“What was that for!?” He chuckled, rubbing his arm. Charlie was already out of the kitchen.

“Charlie is gay?!” You whispered. “It wouldn’t have killed you to mention that before I-” 

“-Had smokin’ hot lesbian sex with her.” Dean grinned.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that!?”

“I think I’m adorable.” He grinned in response.

You groaned, somehow feeling both frustrated yet amused by him. “Why must I be so crazy about you!” The words poured out your mouth before you could stop them, instantly realizing you didn’t mean to say them out loud.

“You’re crazy about me?” He smirked, stepping forward and wrapping an arm around your waist. You were too caught up in the moment that you didn’t even think about taking a step back. You wanted this to happen. You wanted to be with Dean. It was time for you to take a chance, just like Charlie suggested.

Soo crazy about you…” You answered seductively near Dean’s ear.

“Oh thank God.” Dean let out a sigh of relief, that felt more sarcastic than sincere. “I was beginning to think I was the only one.”

“-Oh shut up!” You laughed as Dean lifted you up and sat you down on the counter. Your lips amorously collided with his and in that moment the world fell away. He pulled you closer until there was no space left and you could feel the soothing beat of his heart against your chest.

skidrow-seymour  asked:

Since it's pretty much cannon that Neil and Todd used to stay up until the early hours confessing their hearts out to the darkness, I'd love to know what, parents aside, you imagine their conversations mostly revolved around!

asgdfasghfgahfa!!! what a thing to think about!! and I actually have thought about this before, so I’m prepared! :D

After the AMND audition Neil wouldn’t shut up about what it’s like to stand on a stage and to have people listen to every word you say and have all the eyes on you, and Todd just looks at him with big eyes because he’s sure he would die if he ever was in that situation, and Neil would grab his copy of AMND and he’d read some passages from it (usually in not more than a whisper because it’s really quiet) and Todd would just be like ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

and after Todd makes up the “truth is like a blanket” in class Neil would carefully ask him that night if he’s okay and he’d make sure that Todd knows he is always there for him and that he’s not alone, and Todd is just thankful that it’s dark because he hates when people see him blush

they’d also talk a LOT about their friends and dps meetings, things like how fearless and sneaky Charlie is and how annoying Cameron was that day, and “I don’t get how Knox can be so head over heels in love with Chris… I mean, can you imagine being that interested in a girl? haha” …little did they know…

and in general Neil would talk a lot and Todd would just listen to him, so at one point Neil would apologise for not shutting up, but Todd would say, “oh don’t worry, I’m much more of a listener, and I love listening to you” and Neil would just beam at him and be like, “thank you”

I’d love to hear your thoughts on this as well!!!