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lostgirlfandom · 3 days ago

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Bump on the Head

@foxycrafterofgreenwood requested the following Prompt for Street from SWAT.

Prompt #8 How many fingers am I holding up?... I don’t have 6 fingers.”

Some days are the best with Hondo’s team... some days feel like absolute shit with Hondo’s Team.

You got transferred to the team around the time that Street transferred to the team. And since you were both newbies, you both got close quickly.

Every other day one of you was at the other’s place until you were practically living together. And there seemed to be a tension between you two that neither of you wanted to talk about and bring up to make things awkward.

This tension was there for months... until it came to a head one day while out during a call.

The whole team was lined up, getting ready to infiltrate a house that got tagged for multiple gang activity and drug operations that was evidence found from an undercover agent. You stood behind Chris and in front of Luca, waiting for the signal. It was quiet... silent... all you could hear was each other breathing and the sound of clothes ruffling.

A tap came on your shoulder, signaling go time. You tapped Chris on the shoulder to follow the chain.

In the front, Hondo signaled the group forward and we all silently rushed towards the house. You all made room for Luca who had the ram to force the door open. There was a dead silence for a moment before Hondo reached forward and banged on the door with his fist. “LAPD SWAT, Search Warrant!”

We were silent as Hondo listened at the door. He looked at Luca and nodded, Luca nodded and slammed the ram into the door, forcing it open with a loud bang.

The team rushed in, in groups of two in a buddy system as the group of around 12 people inside rushed around, trying to escape getting caught.

It was chaos, noise and yelling from the people inside the house and SWAT crowding the house. 5 of the people inside put their hands up as they slowly got to their knees. The others scattered through the house.

You and Street rushed off together, following three men that had rushed into a side room. “LAPD, hands behind your head! Search Warrant!” You yelled at the men with your firearm pointed at them. Street flanked you to your left in the same position. One of them had put a leg through a window, attempting to climb through but he was too big. The other two looked panicked and looked ready to bolt.

It was silent a moment before Street spoke up. “Alright, back away from the window. Hands behind your head and then down to your knees.”

Just then, the one on the right bolted towards you, thinking you were the easier target. You moved your firearm to point at the one rushing towards you. He crossed the space quickly and next thing you know he had the gun to the floor and the other guy rushed Street.

You pushed yourself away from the guy to get you space before you threw a punch into his chin and then grabbing him by his shirt to give him a headbutt, making him cry out and for your head to ring with the helmet on your head causing slight damage. He stumbled back a step before righting himself and then moving to punch you. You reached up and gripped his wrist and then twisting his arm back into a weird hold, causing his shoulder to strain and making him yelp as you forced him to his knees. You pushed him down into the floor face down while you quickly grabbed some zip ties to tie his hands together behind his back.

Your breath was heavy was you looked up just to see Street get knocked out with the third suspect hitting him in the head with a chair. You looked over and saw your gun to your left and you quickly picked it up and turned with the gun pointed towards the suspect before squeezing the trigger.

The man fell back with a wound in his side, yelling in pain as you rushed forward to get him into some zip ties. You reached for your radio, looking for the other suspect, seeing that he fled. “156 to Hondo, two suspects in custody, one fled. I need medical to the first room. Street got hit in the head and is unconscious and one suspect has a gunshot wound to the side.”

Hondo’s voice crackled through the radio. “10-4, we’ll get medical in route.”

You stood up, taking some deep breaths to calm the adrenaline rushing through you as you made sure the room was clear before checking on Street. As you reached him, he started groaning and moving causing you to sigh in relief. You crouched down next to him as his eyes blinked open. You grinned softly. “Hey, hot shot. How’s your head?”

He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned in pain. “Not good...”

You chuckled as he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at you. He squinted. “Why are there two of you?”

You frowned in concern before holding up a hand with 4 fingers up. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

He squinted at your hand, blinking a couple of times. “6...?” He said unsure.

Your face falls into a deadpan. “I don’t have 6 fingers, Street.”

His face falls. “Oh...”

A snort comes from behind you, making you jump and quickly turn around seeing the rest of the team standing around the doorway. “Well, it’s a good think medical is almost here.” Luca said with a grin on his face.

Hondo grinned as Street groaned. “Come on, let's bring the suspects in custody to the van.” Hondo told the team as you helped Street sit up slightly.

Luca and Chris stepped up to grab the two you cuffed. “We got it, Y/N” Chris said.

“Thanks guys.” You smiled at them before looking back at Street.

Hours later, you leaned back against the wall in front of the hospital, watching the automatic doors for Street to come out. You were now in civilian clothes as you crossed your arms, waiting for him for about 20 minutes now.

Straightening up as you saw him through the glass doors, you grinned softly as he looked down at the folders in his hands and his duffle bag on his shoulder. Luca texted you saying he brought Street his clothes so he could change out of his SWAT Gear.

Street walked a few steps out of the door before he looked up, locking eyes with you cause his face to relax as a smile spread on his lips. You smiled back and walked towards him, meeting in the middle.

“Hey” He breathed out “What- uh – what are you doing here?”

You grinned and stuffed your hands in your pockets. “Well, your bike is at HQ so I figured... I’d come get you and bring you home?” His smile grew bashful as he stared at you. “And I was thinking maybe we could grab something to eat on the way there?”

He started nodding a little quickly before stopping and chuckled. “Sure, definitely.”

You both turned to head to your car before you quipped to him. “You think you got smarter from the head damage?”

He scoffed and then then pushed you away from him lightly making you laugh at him.

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lostgirlfandom · 2 months ago

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Send me a prompt!

Hey guys, it's been awhile since I've posted anything and I apologize heavily for that but I want to get back into the groove of things.

So, I'll start with a Send me a prompt challenge for me.

Here is the list of Fandoms I write for: List of Fandoms

All you have to do is send me up to 3 prompts and the person you want me to use those prompts with and I'll write something for you. Either it be Anonymous or not is up to you.

"You said that I'd get you all weekend. Why can't you tell them you can't go?" "Because it's my job, and it's important." "And I'm not."

"Please don't let me fall." "Never"

"I told you that I'd never leave you; I'm not going anywhere."

"Sssh. Stop fussing. I'm just trying to braid your hair."

"If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you."

"Don't get up - I'll do it"

"Okay, okay. Here's what we're going to do.... fuck"

"How many fingers am I holding up?... I don't have 6 fingers"

"You dumbass, don't eat that."

"I swear you could trip over your own shadow."

"Just because you are speaking in a different language, doesn't mean that I don't know when you are cursing me out."

"How in the hell do you do that?

"Come here, let me see you"

"Really?... I had no idea"

"Maybe we should go now?"

"I love you... and cake too. Maybe a little bit more than cake."

"Oh no, I'm allergic"

"Rude"

"Yell at me again, and I'll give you a real reason to scream"

"I am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten."

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lostgirlfandom · 4 months ago

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Black Listed

"Ma, It's okay!" I said into the phone as I sat at my desk in my office in the nail salon. I was going through the paperwork and resume of a potential new employee when my mom called me. She was always worrying about me since I joined the military.

"But baby, I don't think I like this new doctor." She said back. I stopped for a second and narrowed my eyes.

"Mama, I made sure that this new doctor was the best option. Don't you trust me?" I teased her.

"Well, yeah. But still... I don't have to like him." She sassed. I chuckled and shook my head.

"Mama, I have to go. I got an interview in a couple of minutes. I'll come over tonight for supper, okay?" I asked as I stood up and walked towards the door.

"Alright, baby. See you then."

"Bye, mama. Love you."

"Love you too honey!"

I smiled as I hung up the phone, opening the door. I saw the girl sitting in the chair in front of my office. She looked nervous as she fiddled with her hands and one of her legs was bouncing up down. She was small, sitting in the chair. Long, red hair sat on her shoulders. She wore a camisole and a jean skirt with cowboy boots on her feet. She stared down the hallway, into the salon when I opened the door.

"Cherry?" I asked softly, making her jerk her head over to me before standing up.

She smiled and nodded. "Hi" her voice was a little husky as if she smoked a lot.

I smiled back. "Hi, I'm Arya.” I held my hand out for her to shake, and she gripped my hand softly. “You ready?”

"Not really, but I think I'm good." She said nervously. I smiled reassuringly at her and stepped back into the office as I let her hand go. She followed into the office, and I shut the door behind her.

I chuckled at her. "It's okay. I think you pretty much got the job anyway. Since you applied for the reception area in first place, it isn't too demanding. Also, the last chick was a bitch, so you'll be perfect." I teased her as I sat behind the desk. She sat in the chair.

She let out a huge sigh of relief. "Thanks, man. You guys are like the only legal business around here." I smirked to myself. ‘Oh, the irony.’ I thought.

"Well, you don't have to worry about legal shit here. The people I hire are good people and won’t cause you any problems” I told her as I leaned forward on the desk.

"Really?" She said with a head tilt. I nodded with a grin.

"Yeah, they either have a record or some type of conflict with authority. Also, if you have any problems with work or outside of work. You can come to me for anything. I say this to everyone that works for me." I told her with confidence. “When I say anything, I mean anything.” I nod.

She smiled widely. “Awesome. That’s perfect.”

"Good, you can start next week on Monday." I tell her with a nod. I pulled the paperwork that she needed to fill out and her schedule for the next three weeks. “Fill this out for me and bring it back when you come in. And here’s your schedule. Otherwise, you’re good to go, Hun.” I smile at her.

A bright grin lit up her face as she nodded and took the paperwork I gave her. “Thank you so much, man! I appreciate this!”

We both stood up and I walked around the desk to led her out of the office.

"You have a good day, and I'll see you next week" I told her as we stood in the hallway.

She then unexpectedly grabbed me in a hug, which surprised me a little bit. But I still hugged back with a chuckle.

She let go and went to walk out the store with a small skip. “See ya later!” she said over her shoulder.

I chuckled and waved at her back. I shook my head with a grin and turned back to my office to finish my paperwork.

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After hiring Cherry, everything was fine for a couple of days. That was until one day that some people in suits came in the store looking for Cherry.

I was in the back, working on some inventory when Diana, one of my nail technicians, came in.

"Arya, some people are here looking for Cherry." Diana and Cherry had become close since they work nearly the same shift, so Diana looked more concerned.

I looked at her with frowned brows. "What they look like?" I ask as I stood up and made my way over to the doorway.

She looked at me with her hands wriggling together. "They looked like suits." I sighed. Suits was a term my workers liked to call any type of authority. Usually, they call first but whoever just came in must not have done their research.

I walk out of my office with Diana following behind me. Some of the other employees were still working but glancing up at the people that stood at the reception desk. There were five of them. Four were men that were just looking around the place, casing the place. The fifth person was a woman who stood at the desk with her forearms leaning on the counter and looking at some brochures on the countertop. She had shoulder length dirty blonde hair, and her eyes were covered by sunglasses. Her body language showed me how smug she is.

I narrowed my eyes at the woman. "Can I help you?" I asked as I came up behind the counter.

She looked up at me and made a big fake smile at me. "Hi, I was just looking for a Cherry..." She paused as she stood up straight. "You wouldn't happen to know where she’s at, would you?" She questioned.

I saw a movement from behind her, outside the store and saw Cherry out there. She was pacing back and forth with a cell phone held up to her ear. I calmly looked back at the woman.

"I can't really say anything about my employee. You know? Confidentiality and all that." I said to the woman. I crossed my arms and knocked one hip out as I moved my weight to one leg.

"Oh," She nodded and then took out a wallet and a piece of folded paper. "Well, I have a warrant here to take her into custody. I need to question her." I scoffed and smiled thinly at her before I noticed the sound of motorcycles outside.

Internally sighing, getting irritated with the attitude she had. I narrowed my eyes.

"Umm, that's not a valid warrant in here. You se-" I started off, but the lady interrupted me. Which made me narrow my eyes even more.

"Well, I work for the ATF and this warrant is valid. Unless you want to be arrested for obstructing an ongoing investigation." She said with some arrogance in her tone.

I made a sarcastic laugh and was about to say something to this bitch. "I-"

Some men walked in causing the doorbell to jingle. I looked over and saw about 5 men standing there.

The one in front was white and had some long blonde hair and blue eyes. To his right stood a behemoth of a man with a beanie and an impressive beard. Just behind him stood a man that was covered in tattoos and seemingly Latino. The one on the blonde's left and short curly black hair and piercing ice blue eyes. Behind him was a Latino with some lightning bolt tattoos on either side of a mohawk. Each of them was wearing leather vests with the SAMCRO logo on it. They were also wearing sunglasses that each of them took off as they took in the scene before them.

"Everything okay here?" The blonde in front said as I sighed and leaned my head back. Great, just what I needed.

"Well, if it isn't the Prince Charming himself. Come to save the day?" The crazy lady said sarcastically.

"Yeah, sure. If that's what you want to call it." The blonde said as he crossed his arms and spaced his legs out and planted them firmly. I looked back outside and saw Cherry was being hugged by a skinny red-haired man. I walked around the counter and stood in front of the bitch that was making my workers and customers uncomfortable.

"Look, I don't want any trouble so if all of you would just leave." I told the woman exasperated with her.

"Well, I don't think that's possible. Since I need Cherry to come into custody. And since you won't give her over, you are coming too." She spoke as she gestured for one the men to come forward with some handcuffs. He came forward as I sighed.

"Oh, honey. I don't do handcuffs on the first date." I told him. Then the next few moments were a blur as I punched handcuff man, knocking him out. The next two men were easy to handle as I kneed the first one that came at me and then slammed his head into the counter wall. The other one then tried to swing at me, but I dodged and gripped his arm and threw him into the last man, using his own momentum against him. I turned to the crazy lady and saw that she had a gun pointed at me.

I raised my eyebrows at the fact that her hands were shaking and walked towards her. Before she even had a chance to fire, I grabbed her gun and twisted it down, making her let go and then I pulled her forward with her hands and headbutted her in her nose. Blood started to flow as she screamed. I then grabbed her by the hair and dragged her ass out the door making the men that had frozen when the fighting started to make a path.

I threw her out onto the pavement. She then started to spew out more shit. "You are gonna be in deep shit girly. I'm a federal agent; you can get sent to life in prison."

I laughed at her. "First of all, if you were as smart as you act like, you would have done some research on her employer." I told her as I glared at her. I crouched down and sneered at her. "This establishment is Blacklisted; you dumb bitch." I can see the color get drained out of her face. "Anything I own is Blacklisted. If you were smarter, you would have done more research. Especially since that means that any employee that works for me, doesn't get touched by any government official. So, you can get someone to come get your lackeys and you stay the hell away from my property. That includes the restaurant I own in town too." I then stopped talking and then kicked her stomach. "Stupid ass bitch." I then walked back towards the salon and saw the men standing there with looks of awe and amazement. The customers were finishing up and then left.

The agent then stood herself up, tears going down her face as she did so. She then stumbled into the vehicle they came in and sped off.

I sighed. Cherry has some explaining to do.

I turned to Cherry as the other ATF agents picked themselves up and ran out. I crossed my arms and cocked one hip out. I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head to the side. I ignored the men for the moment as I wanted an answer from Cherry.

"Cherry?" I asked her with a tone of demand for an answer.

She walked up to me and started to nervously babble. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't think they'd come into the salon. Didn't know that they would question you about me." Her face was scrunched up, begging me not to fire her.

I sighed. "You better be glad I like you and that I hired you. Otherwise, you would have been sitting in a jail cell." I softened my face as she stretched her lips in a big smile.

She then looked at me curiously. “What exactly does Blacklisted mean anyway?”

A voice came from the group of men standing in my salon. I so did not want to deal with this shit but oh well. "Yeah, I'd like to know what that means too." I turned my head and saw the blond was the one that spoke. He had a husky voice that match with his rugged looks.

"Basically, it means that I do bad shit for the military and government and that any legal authorities can't touch me or any business I own." I told them with a deadpan look on my face. I did not want to explain this stuff to anyone, but I already opened my mouth about it to Agent Bitch.

The blond raised an eyebrow and then looked at me up and down, observing me and thinking what else I could do.

"Hey, Arya." Cherry asked softly.

I looked at her with a raised brow. "Yes?"

"Does that mean I can keep my job?" She asked me nervously. I'm starting to realize how jittery she is when she is put into these types of situations. It’s anxiety.

I sighed. I don't like the way she gets the urges to run when put into a bad situation, but I like her. "Yes, but you’re working more hours."

She smiled big. "Yeah, totally. I don't mind."

I decided to close the salon for the day and then head for the restaurant. "Go ahead and go home for the day. I'm closing the salon for the day. Come back tomorrow for the regular shift." She nodded and followed the skinny redhead to a bike and left with him. I said the same thing to my other employees. Most of my customers had left in the fight in a hurry and some stayed to finish up what was left. Which all my employees finished what they were doing and then did what I told them to do and leaving for the day.

The men had moved to stand outside, discussing something. They stood outside for a good long while, while my workers left.

I never took my eye off the group of men that stood outside my salon, standing in a circle talking and each glancing into the salon at me. After my last employee left for the day, I stood at the door, leaning against the door jam.

I waited for one of them to approach me, watching them talk -whatever it was- out. I watched through narrow eyes as finally Blondie stepped away from the group and walked over to me with a confident step to his walk.

He had a look on his face that could only be described as a smolder. I almost laughed out loud at the fact that he was trying to seduce me with a look, but I kept a straight face. He stood in front of me and opened his mouth to speak.

"What the fuck do you want?" I asked him before he could ask or tell me anything I didn't want to hear.

His jaw jerked upward and closed his mouth and clenched his jaw and sighed through his nose. "Oh-kay." He paused for a second and tried to straighten his thoughts out to question me. "Can we talk inside?" He finally asked after a couple of moments of silence.

I glared at him in thought. 'Did I really want them in the salon with me being by myself?' I thought to myself before sighing and nodding. I nodded my head into the salon and then held the door open for the other men to come in.

As I closed the door, I told them as I flipped the open sign to closed. "First off, what are your names?" I turned around to the men that had scattered around the little, small waiting area. Blondie spoke as I walked over to the counter and heaved myself up onto the counter and crossed my legs.

"I'm Jax," He sighed as he waved a hand at himself. He then waved his hand over to the tall man that lean on the other end of the counter. "That's Opie." He then pointed at the black-haired, blue-eyed man who was leaning back into one of the waiting chairs with his feet planted wide in front of him with his arms on the back of both chairs on each of him. "That's Tig." Jax then pointed to Mr. Lightening. He stood at one of the work desks and was leaning against it with his arms crossed. He had a curious look in his eyes as he watched me. "That's Juice."

As he kept introducing them, my eyebrows kept frowning more and more with each name.

Jax then pointed to the Tattooed Latino, "That is Happy. And now since that is all settled. Can you explain who the hell are you?" Happy stood to side of the room, observing everything with a critical eye.

I bit the inside of my cheek. I really have a feeling that I'm gonna end up punching him in his smug face.

"Name's Arya Denali. I was born and raised in Charming first off." I stated plainly. I shrugged like it didn't matter. I studied each man, trying to take in their character from their body language. Happy seemed like an enforcer type, while Jax was the 'playboy' type. Opie was relaxed with no emotion on his face. Juice, I could tell had some type of anxiety or disorder from the way he was trying to keep his hands busy.

Tig just stared at me with an open intense look in his eye, reminding me of a lion stalking a zebra. Both Happy and Tig seemed a little trigger happy with how tense their body language was.

"Can you explain why Agent Bitch was in here?" I turned back to Jax with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't think that is any of your business." Jax said.

I looked at him with a scoff. "Like I don't know what your club does. I'm not stupid. My bosses have files on all your asses. Although I never really paid attention to detail, I just know you guys do some shit with guns." I told him.

He looked at me with a shocked look on his face. Each person was shocked and didn't know what to say or do with situation I just presented him with.

All their face held looks of shock as I kept my face completely clear of any emotion. "Now are you gonna answer my questions or not? Cause if not, I'll find out for myself, and you don't want that." I told Jax as he ran a hand over his mouth in agitation.

I didn't look at the other's faces, but I could feel the room get tense as I spoke. I'm not scared of them. I'm not intimidated by them either. I kept my eyes on Jax as his face grew tight in anger, and he started to step up to me.

I tilted my head at him. Did he think this was going to intimidate me?

He took a spot in front of me and placed his hands on either side of me, trying to trap me on the counter. He stared me hard in the eyes with anger and intent to threaten me.

I showed no emotion in neither my face nor eyes, but I could feel my anger starting to build as this boy tried to threaten me.

"Now, you listen here. Okay? I don't know how you got that information but- "I cut him off.

"But what? Huh? What you gonna do? Shoot me? Kill me? I don't think you'll want to do that. See if I don't get to you first, then my bosses will come for your asses. First off, I can tell you how this will go down. You won't have the balls to shoot me so you'll either get Happy or Tig to do it since I could tell by the way they are standing. Ready to defend you at all costs. In your little dream world, yeah that works out fine, but I've already set out two to three different ways to incapacitate all of you." I took a pause as I stared into Jax's eyes with a glare that started to make him sweat.

He opens his mouth to speak. "Ah-ah-ah. Here's how this is gonna go. I'm not gonna say anything to anybody. I'm not a rat. I'm gonna let Cherry continue working here, since I probably think she'll be safer working for me than your dildo asses. I like Cherry, I don't wanna see her hurt. Also, you won't do anything in any of my establishments again. I live here and so does my mother, and I'm not about to let some fucking smug asshole prince try to ruin that." I got down from the counter and started to poke Jax in the chest. I wasn't that much shorter than him, but I could tell by the way he gulped that he was afraid in that moment. "Now I hope I never see you again unless it's about Cherry. Get the fuck out and don't come back unless you're gonna be a gentleman." I finished my little rant with a final poke to his chest that had him up against the door. He stared at me wide eyed for a minute. "Understood?" I asked him. He nodded fast.

I backed up from the man and made my way back to the counter to lean back against it. Opie was looking into the back of the salon, stifling a grin on his lips. I turned back to Jax. "Now get out." He opened the door and made his way out as his brothers followed him. Tig and Happy were grinning to themselves while Juice couldn't figure out how to take the situation. Opie was chuckling to himself as he left behind Juice with Tig and Happy following.

Just before the door closed, I heard Tig tell Happy in a not so quiet whisper, "I think I'm in love." Tig said with a grin. Happy just shook his head and made way his bike.

I watched them leave until I couldn't see them anymore.

The next day, I get a call from the ATF Director with an apology about their employee. I was also given compensation from the possibility of losing customers. But I never lost them, they still came back like they always do anyway. The people of Charming are like that though. Cherry came in at her usually time and I set her up at the front desk.

The day went by smoothly, even after the events of the day before. I had gone to my restaurant to make sure everything was running okay with my manager and got everyone lunch. When getting back to the salon, I saw Cherry talking to an older woman. She had black hair with some blonde mixed in. She was white and had a 'give you hell' attitude. Cherry looked nervous talking to her, and I narrowed my eyes at the two women.

Walking in the door with the bags, I called for Adrian-one of the few men that worked for me- to help bring the rest of the food in. Some of my employees jokingly cheered at the thought of food after finishing up with their customer. I made my way behind the counter, bringing Cherry her lunch.

"Cherry, food." I told her as I sat down the bag with her name on it and then grabbed my bag that was bigger than the rest of the bags.

"Thanks, Arya." Cherry said with a smile as I see her visibly relax. The woman was making her uncomfortable.

I already knew who this woman was, since I did more research the night before after getting home. Gemma Teller-Morrow. Mother of Jax Teller, Mr. Prince Charming, which made her the Queen.

She looked at me suspiciously with a narrowing of her eyes, "So, you're Arya?" She asked while drumming her fingertips on the countertop with her purse sitting next to said hand.

"Yep" I told her as I took out the burger that was made to my liking and took a seat at one of the chairs behind the counter. I leaned back with the burger in my hand and my bag with fries in my other hand and set my crossed legs on the counter. "So, you're Gemma?" I teased her with the same question.

She paused. Gemma wasn't expecting me to know her name.

But she took it in stride and grinned a little.

"Yeah, I got a question." She told me as she leaned forward on the counter. "Know any good places that does nails?" She jokingly asked me.

I threw my head back and laughed. I think I'm going to like her.

The next time I saw any of the Sons of Anarchy seemed too soon for me. The next week, I was at the Diner and saw a group of men with Sons patches sitting at one of my booths. At first, I wasn't going to say anything until one of my waitresses came over with a complaint. Tig had groped her, and she was uncomfortable.

I smiled facedly at Jazz. "It's okay Jazz. I'll handle it." I told her.

As I turned my back to her, my smile fell and I sighed, aggravated, through my nose. I made my way over to the booth that sat three men from the Sons. Two of them I recognized as Tig and Happy and the other was a man that was a little bigger in size than the other two. He had longer dark hair with grey setting into the roots and he had a decent beard.

Walking up to the table with intent to do something unkindly to the idiot, I stepped with purpose. I came up to the table and stood there with my arms crossed and raised an eyebrow at Tig, ignoring the other two.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" I asked the man that sat there, staring at me in shock for a moment before shaking his head.

"Uh…" He paused and glanced at the other two, looking for an answer. Both shrugged at him. He looked back at me. "Tig?" He said as he scrunched his face as if unsure that was the answer.

I scrunched my face up. "Nah," I said sarcastically. "I didn't know that." Then I got serious. "You do not get to touch one of my workers like she's a stripper or one of your croweaters. You want to find someone to touch, go back to your clubhouse, or even better find a strip joint." I paused before looking back at Jazz who was holding in a laugh. I looked back at the table and saw the other two also holding in laughter. "Now, pay for your food and get out cause otherwise you're not gonna like the other option."

Tig's face was shocked at first and then he grew a smug smirk and leaned back into the booth with his hands behind his head. "Whatcha gonna do about it, sweets?" He asked with a cheeky smile. I narrowed my eyes.

The next thing he knew was that I grabbed him by his hair and he yelped like the pussy as I ignored his yells, dragging his ass out of the restaurant. I heard laughing from behind us from the other men that was sitting with him, but I ignored it as I threw him out onto the concrete. He sat on his ass as his brothers came out from the restaurant and went to their bikes that were in front of the building. They leaned on them as they sat there, amused at the scene in front of them.

"Now, the next time I see you, you better have a better respect for my employees. Cause, if I see you make any unwanted moves on one of my employees, you’re gonna lose a body part." I told him before putting a fake smile on my face. "Have a good day now!" I said cheerfully. Before frowning again and turning around and made my way back into the restaurant.

I didn’t even hear his friends poking fun at him as he stood up and brushed himself off. I also missed the lovesick look on his face as he watched me walk off.

I also missed the way Happy leaned back on his bike with his arms crossed, watching me leave.

#soa fanfiction #soa imagine #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy fanfiction #soa x oc #oc #tig x oc #happy x oc #tig one shot #happy one shot #jax teller imagine #juice x oc #female oc

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Wanting more

Part 2 of my Julian Kaye x reader story

If she forgot about his job, life with Julian Kaye was pretty normal.

They had already created a sort of cocoon, a very domestic routine, and that hadn't really changed after their relationship became official.

After a few weeks, Y/N had asked Julian to come live with her. She had thought he would hesitate, too attached to his bachelor pad and his sense of independence. Scared too, because of his strange schedules.

But no, Julian had been very enthusiastic, collecting the few things he had in his motel to put them in her cupboards.

The schedules were still special. He sometimes came home very late, or after several days, totally exhausted. And he didn't talk about his day. He could not.

"First, I have a confidentiality agreement. And even if I changed the names, neither you nor I want to talk about my clients, and what I do with them."

"You can understand that I'm a little curious. And worried, when I see you so tired."

"Like everyone else when they come home from work, but everything is fine. I want to forget and only think about you. I only think about you all day."

Y/N wasn’t jealous.

She often told herself that she was not jealous. She had no reason to be. Julian loved her and he was just doing his job. Like an actor, a masseur or a doctor. He touched other bodies, but there was no feeling. It's a mechanical act, business, and when he came home, he had already moved on to something else.

To avoid a catastrophe, he had spoken to her a lot at the very beginning of their relationship. He had listed all the things his clients could ask him. He had presented Y/N to Lorenzo, his boss, so that he could also explain everything to her.

The one who had declared that their story could only end badly had understood that he had before him two people who loved each other deeply, and he had sighed.

“Julian never had a girlfriend.”

“I’ve had girlfriends, thank you.”

"Yeah, when you were twelve. Nothing serious since you started working. It's a first, and he tells you everything. No secrets, no shame. Maybe it'll work. The guy always follows the rules, you can trust him."

The rules were simple : the customer pays in advance, the customer says clearly what they want and what they don't want, they have no right to hurt or get attached to the gigolo, no refund.

There had been times when Julian had come home with marks. Bites, scratches, hickeys, hits. Most of the time he tried to hide them, keeping his distance for a few days.

He always apologized, as if it was his fault.

"They're not allowed to leave traces, but sometimes they act without thinking, and I don't have time to stop them. Sometimes I don't even notice."

"It's alright."

"I see this makes you sad. It's not alright."

Y/N kissed him to reassure him, repeating that she wasn't mad at him. He still continued to apologize.

Even though they weren't talking about his work, these marks and his late returns were a bit heavy. But there was nothing else. Julian didn't give any details. He took a long shower before coming home, washing away the lipstick, the perfume, everything that these women had left on him, on this body that belonged only to Y/N.

He wanted to show her, to reassure her, not being able to believe that she completely accepted the situation.

During one evening, he behaved as if he were with a client. It was the most horrible evening of their relationship.

"No. Stop, no." Y/N asked him, wanting to jump out of bed, trying not to cry.

"Baby, what's wrong ? Did I hurt you ?"

"It's so… cold. Violent. I don't feel like it's you."

"Because that's not me. Never me, and they're never you. I want you to know that, really know that."

"I know that, Julian. But thanks for showing me."

“I promise I’ll never show you that again.” he sighed as he took her in his arms, showing her his love and affection.

This was nothing new to Julian, but it had been a long time since he had known tenderness. Being in bed with a woman who just wanted to talk and hug him without asking for anything else. Who will prepare breakfast and dinner for him. Who loved spending time with him.

When her family and friends wanted to get to know her boyfriend, he begged her not to tell them what he was doing. He wasn't ashamed, and she wasn't ashamed, and Julian didn't care about being judged, but he didn't want others to judge Y/N.

They were going to ask prying questions, they were going to make stupid remarks, they might try to hire him to play a prank. It was too risky.

"Tell them I'm a coach, or a psychologist. It's basically the same thing. I get paid to help lonely, desperate people feel better for a few hours."

“What if they want to hire you ?”

“Impossible, I don’t take relatives as clients. I have to remain distant and objective.”

Even saying he was a coach, there were comments. Y/N's family thought Julian was superficial, flashy, with his muscles, his jewelry, his clothes. They were afraid he was with her for the money.

Which was ridiculous, since he had a lot more money than her. It happened that he earned in a week what she earned in a month. And in addition to helping pay the rent, the food, many things, he gave her gifts. Indecently expensive gifts.

"… There's really no need."

"To give a beautiful necklace to the most beautiful woman in the world ? No doubt, it's not necessary, but I want to. Try it."

“Julian, really, it’s too much.”

"For the car, okay, maybe it was a little too much, but it's just a little necklace. Please, I want to see you with it. I want to see it bounce between your tits when you are riding me.”

“You are impossible.” she mumbled as she felt her cheeks heat up, letting his hands caress her neck after attaching the necklace.

Y/N didn't really understand what was happening the evening when Julian prepared a romantic dinner, displaying a big smile. It wasn't a special day, even though he hadn't been around for several weeks, his hours seeming to have decreased.

Still with his proud smile, he placed two papers on the table. On the first piece of paper, there was a telephone number. The other was a check, of a fairly large amount.

"I don't understand." she said, looking at it, and seeing that the check was not for her, but in the name of Julian Kaye.

“My new phone number, and my first paycheck for my new job.”

"… What ?"

"I spoke with Lorenzo. For the past month, I have sometimes been a bouncer in his club, sometimes a bartender, and I give advice to new gigolos. It's not as well paid, but it's not bad. And as I'm not going to see my old clients again, I changed my number."

"Julian. Why ? You love your job."

"I love you more, and before you tell me that you're not ashamed, and that I can do whatever I want, it's not your fault. I kinda did it for you, but also for me. At first, I kept telling myself "think of Y/N, imagine that you are with her, and everything will be fine, then you come home, and you will really be with her". But I couldn't. They weren't you, and they were asking me things that you would never ask of me, and I was starting to be disgusted by these bodies, these skins, everything. I only wanted you. I said to myself, 'but what are you doing ? Sleeping in this bed, instead of being with her ?” So I talked to Lorenzo, and that’s it.”

Faced with Y/N's silence, Julian's smile faded a little, which saddened him. He seemed really proud to tell her this news. Over the past month, he had changed a lot of things for her, without her really noticing it, even if she was happy that he was home more often.

Slowly, she reached out to caress his cheek, sitting on his lap.

“Doesn’t that make you happy ?” he asked shyly.

"I just want you to be happy. Are you happ y?"

Julian looked at her with sparkling eyes before kissing her. Obviously, he was very happy and that was the only important thing.

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Just a Security Guard

Pairing: Eventual Frank Castle x GN!Reader x Matt Murdock

Warnings: Fight, violence, cursing

Words: 1.6k

You knew you shouldn’t have taken this job.

But you needed something to do after you agreed to sign the Accords to retire. Taking this security job was not in the plans but it came up and you took it since it was convenient and the first place that called you back for an interview. It also helped the fact that most of your ex-coworkers from SHIELD were good references.

But like you said, you knew you shouldn’t have taken this job.

Because of the fact... that as you were doing your nightly rounds in the warehouse with your flashlight sweeping across the room, the sound of shattering glass echoed through the room.

You paused and closed your eyes with a heavy sigh, groaning as you took off to the sound of fighting coming from across the big room.

Coming across the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and who the media was calling the Punisher fighting with heavy and strong hits was not something you wanted to deal with.

Punisher was throwing a couple of punches and the Devil was taking it like a champ but was also trying to punch and hit back with as much of the strength that he had left.

‘Why is it always me?’ You groaned.

Punisher had taking ahold of the Devil’s lapels and was getting ready to hit him again when the light of your flashlight caught their attention. Punisher’s intense gaze landed on you and Daredevil had tilted his head towards you but not exactly looking at you. Both breathing fast and heavy.

“You need to leave.” Daredevil’s husky voice spoke out into the shocked silence.

You sighed and tilted your head back. “Fuck...”

Punisher shook off the shock and then went to headbutt Daredevil, distracting him from you.

You were so focused on the fight in front of you that you never noticed the quiet footsteps coming up from behind you. The strike against your head, knocked you down briefly to your knees. You groaned as you landed on one of your hands, dropping the flashlight as your other hand reached up to feel the knot forming at the back of your head.

Next thing you know, a knee came up and knocked you out to your side.

The sharp pain in your head and face was the first thing you noticed when you woke up. Garbled words were the next thing you noticed.

Opening your eyes, blurry shapes swam in your vision so you blinked a couple of times to clear them up.

As your vision cleared, you took in the scene before you. Punisher and Daredevil were both chained up next to each other and across from you. The backs of 3 men faced you as they talked to the two men sitting against the wall.

Devil had his head rested back against the wall and his mouth was tight with agitation, and the Punisher’s face was set into a dangerous glare that stared down the man that was speaking to them.

“... I didn’t think that taking you two down was going to be this easy but the Boss will love the fact we were able to get the Punisher and Daredevil down in one go.” The lead goon was smug as he examined each of the men with a leer.

‘Lovely... Now I gotta deal with this shit.’ You thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes. You right hand came up to the sore spot at your hairline and you winced quietly at the bruise that was already starting to form.

You stopped in shock the moment you realized your hands were not tied together like the other two men. In fact, you weren’t tied up period, just sat against the wall in a slump. ‘Woooow... these goons are stupid.’

You gave a heavy sigh with a groan, knowing that you were gonna end up taking care of the situation.

The loud sigh and groan caught the attention of one of the sidekicks and he then slapped his leader in the arm to point to you.

“Hey, their awake.” Thing 1 told him.

Lead Thing cut off his smug speech to turn to me sitting there. “Ah! Sleeping Beauty’s awake.”

You sighed and leaned your head back against the wall, already done with his shit. “Looks like you got caught in the crosshairs in this situation. You should have left when you had the chance-”

“You done?” Your deadpan tone cut him off, making him pause and gap at you.

Punisher and the Devil were looking a little panicked when you glanced at them, while you glanced at Thing 1 and 2, who were screwing up their face as not to bust out laughing.

“I,uh, wha-, but yo-” Leader stuttered and gaped at you, your face was set into a deadpan look that made him back track. He then got pissed and took out a knife. “Why, you! I should-”

“Kill me? Yeah...” You sighed out. “Heard that before... a lot. You goons need to find something more creative.” Your nose scrunched up at him. “You know, ya’ll are really stupid... not tying me up... Like did you fail goon school?” You taunted him.

“Like you can do anything. You’re just a security guard.” Thing 2 said with a shrug.

You raised an eyebrow before giving a sarcastic smile. “Oh, really?”

Standing up with a small groan and then dusting yourself off. Talking to yourself, “Why does everyone always underestimate me... I’m getting tired of this shit. One day... I was hoping that my retirement would be quiet but this is what I get for moving to Hell’s Kitchen. Fucking Thing 1 and Thing 2 with El Stupido.”

At this point, the three goons were getting angry and the other two had taken out a knife and gun.

“Wha-” Before the leader could finish his sentence, you gripped his lapels to give him a strong headbutt that made him fall back, gripping his head with his free hand.

Thing 1 with the gun had put the gun up to shoot at you, put you quickly pushed his hand into the air as he pulled the trigger. Wrapping your hand around his hand and you bent it back with the strength that came with your powers, making him yell out in pain as he dropped the gun. Probably breaking a few fingers in the process.

You quickly caught the gun and aimed it at Thing 2 with the other knife that was trying to quickly get to you. You adjusted your aim and shot him in the thigh above the knee, making him drop down in pain.

Turning back to Thing 1 who was gripping his broken hand and staring at it in shock, you took the shock as a chance to elbow him in the face twice and then kneeing him the gut. He fell to his knees, taking the opportunity to knock him out with the butt of the gun.

Turning quickly, you caught the Leader’s wrist as he was going to stab you and then his other wrist as he tried to punch you. You grinned at him as you then took hold of his wrists in a tight grip and then pulled him so you could headbutt him again. He gave a groan as you let go of his knife free hand so you can spin under his arm and then flip him onto the ground. Walking over, you kicked him in his face to knock him out.

Cracking your neck, knowing you were rusty in a fight after six months of no fights, you then turned to the one you shot. He was scooting back on the ground as he breathed heavily, leaving a trail of blood on the ground. He groaned in pain, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Who the fuck are you?” He watched you in shock as you walked calmly over to him.

Saying nothing, you flipped the gun so you held the gun by the barrel and then swung at his head with it and knocked him out.

Sighing, you took the gun and turned the safety on. Then taking the magazine out, dropping it to the floor and then pulling the chamber back to pop the bullet that sat in the chamber out before dropping the gun to the floor.

You took both hands to your face and just dragged them down your face.

“Fuck!” You let out a loud yell as you turned to the other two men.

Punisher had relaxed and was seemingly enjoying the show as he had an amused look on his face. A grin sat on his lips as he looked you up and down with calculating eyes.

Daredevil was still tensed up as he had his head tilted down but had one of his ears turned to you. His eyes were covered unlike Punisher whose face was completely free of any coverings.

“Ya’ll owe me one.” you said as you walked over and then calmly and easily tore off their bindings. Shocking them both.

You sighed as you looked around and saw that you were on the roof of the building you were patrolling in earlier. You gave an annoyed sigh, knowing you were going to have to do a report.

Both men had stood up, Punisher had softly rubbed his wrists while Daredevil was just standing there, not knowing what to do. “You both should get out of here; I’m going to call the police and then my boss.”

Punisher wasted no time leaving, jumping over the side of the building and landing on the ground as he took off. The Devil hesitated, turning to you. “Thank you.” He then also took off in the opposite direction as the Punisher.

You looked at the three unconscious men on the ground. “Fuck my life...”

You knew that wasn’t going to be the last time you saw the two vigilantes.

#Jon bernthal x reader #punisher x reader #frank castle x reader #daredevil x reader #Charlie cox x reader #matt murdock x reader

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lostgirlfandom · 1 year ago

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So I have an idea for an imagine/one shot/fanfiction of Hazbin Hotel with Angel Dust. The idea I had was what if my OC or Y/N was Gender-fluid and could shape shift? Would that be something that y’all would read?

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lostgirlfandom · 2 years ago

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how to trick writers into giving you more fanfic to read

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Just a Security Guard

Part V

Pairing: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader x Frank Castle

Warnings: Injuries, cursing

Words: 1.1k

Matt had no idea when he fell asleep. When he started the slow process of waking up, it took a moment to realize that he wasn’t in his apartment. Before quickly realizing he was in Y/N’s apartment, making him sigh in relief.

In the next moment, he realized that his hearing was back to normal as he heard the sound of cooking in the kitchen making him smile softly. Keeping his eyes closed, he relaxed back into the couch he was laying on.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty’s awake.” Your voice said just as he relaxed. “I hope you’re hungry, cause I got lots of food. And some juice and water. Your head hurt?”

He sighed and sat up slowly, clutching his midsection as he swung his legs over the side of your couch. “Yeah,” he spoke through a hard sigh. He laid his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes. He mentally took in his sore body and grimaced at the twinge in his ribs. His head wasn’t ringing anymore but he had a headache. He was mostly sore with some small scraps that spread out over his body.

His eyebrow twitched at the sound of you walking over to one of the walls and taking a bottle of Ibuprofen off a shelf. The pills rattling and you walking over made his head perk up.

“Here, take some of these and it should help.” You said as you took some pills out of the bottle and put them in his outstretched hand. He put them in his mouth, and he smiled as you picked up one of his hands and put a glass of water in it without saying anything. He huffed a soft laugh through his nose as he took a gulp of water. Matt then listened to your bustling back to the kitchen to gather some plates of food and bringing them to the coffee table. Soft hums coming from you as you sat a plate in front of him. “The coffee table is in front of you about a foot away and the plate is just in front of you.” You told him as you turned back to the kitchen to get your plate.

You didn’t notice the soft and affectionate smile on his face as he slowly reached in front of him to the plate. His hand landing on a fork right next to the plate and on the edge of the plate.

You came back and sat on the other side of the coffee table, criss cross applesauce on the floor. You started to eat and watched to make sure he was eating.

He was, just slower and with a small wince every now and then. Without prompting, when he was reaching forward for his glass of water, you reached over and put it in his hand.

Nonchalantly, you went back to stuffing your face while he gave another warm smile to himself which was starting to turn into a goofy grin.

The rest of the meal went about the same way.

It was around 11 in the morning when he tried to leave without you noticing.

The rest of the morning before than was filled with small conversations about who he was fighting last night and after noticing he was tensing up again, you changed the subject.

Filling the silence with silly stories of the Avengers that you actually spent time with. That one-time Wanda was first teaching you to cook, and you made a big mess with some pancake batter. The times that Sam use to come watch you train with Steve just to watch as Steve got his ass beat.

He laughed at the stories of Wanda teaching you and gave soft chuckles at the antics of Sam. Matt enjoyed the way your words got faster when you talked about some of your friends, taking in the sound of your voice as you spoke with such fondness. His chest was feeling lighter, and he didn’t feel the crushing feeling of the harsh life outside your doors.

While you went to clean your kitchen, he got lost in thought.

He shouldn’t make you go through such hard ships again. Especially if he stuck around. The self-deprecating thoughts started to plague his mind as he started to recognize that he was gaining feelings for you. The affection and calmness that he felt around you started to fade as he thought about the hard life you had growing up and he didn’t want to cause you anymore stress in your life.

So, he started to slowly stand from the couch and tried to escape out the balcony doors while your back was turned. All the while, a harsh frown decorated his face with a wince from the twinge in his ribs echoed throughout his chest.

“And where are you going?” Your calm voice came from behind him as he opened the door to the balcony a small crack.

You leaned back against the counter with your arms crossed, your eyebrow raised as you watched him sigh and place his head against the door. You had felt a small tug in your gut causing you to turn around.

“I should go.” He spoke with a soft hoarse voice, making you frown.

“You’re hurting, Red. You need to-” You had taken a step forward, but you were interrupted.

“Matt...” He gave a shocked pause that he blurted out his name to you. Your mouth tilted in a small grin. He sighed and turned back around to face you. “My name is Matt.” He spoke slowly.

You walked over to stand in front of him as he looked off to the side as he listened to your steps. “Matt..” You spoke softly to him. His lips pressed together to stop a goofy grin from taking over his face. “You need to heal... I want you to stay...” You re-enforced your words as you looked up at him.

Slowly his resolve failed as he felt the warmth of your words... it fell even more when you spoke his name. “I don’t want you to get hurt more than you are now.” You spoke with care in your words as you reached forward to grip on of his hands in both of yours.

He gave a soft sigh as he relaxed again, falling to your warmth and care as you pulled him back into the living room.

Matt was so fucked...

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