#this is not a cry for money or anything its just funny

[partiallystar]

i had a dunkin giftcard the whole time. im such a clown

starting off birthday eve so strong with spending half my discretionary funds on a coffee and a banana bread

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[bluebellhairpin]

Job interview was a bust. Thinking this job application is gonna fall through. It's been two weeks since my government help was supposed to come through and it hasn't. Lads, not gonna lie, I don't think I'm getting any money anytime soon.

[listofwhyyouloveher]

This is kind of silly but can I request headcanons for the gang getting their ass smacked by their friend or soon to be s/o please 😋 like let’s say their walking and reader is just staring and then is like ‘yolo’ and just smacks it

Summary: (PLATONICLY) smacking the gang's ass.

Warnings: none (i think?)

Author's Note: this is so very me with my friends

PONYBOY CURTIS

Pony is such a little baby about getting teased by his friends. He's whining "stooopp, stoppp" with the biggest pout, the gang makes fun of him soooo hard for this.

I don't see it happening unless you're soo drunk that consequences don't matter to you anymore so you just walk by him and smack his ass SO HARD that he screams.

He gets so shocked, asking if anyone saw that, if anyone would back him up on that but all the gang does is tease him saying like "saw you what? scream like a girl?"

This for sure starts a war, whenever you're at the Curtis's house just doing whatever Pony will try to smack your ass and you literally have to block yourself from him.

The gang is so tired of you acting like little kids but they laugh whenever you get Pony because he's such a sore loser about it.

JOHNNY CADE

Honestly, don't see anyone teasing him a lot. They probably think he's a little sensitive about it and forget that he's a greaser too. He likes you because you're not walking on eggshells around him.

Like Pony though, he SCREAMS when you slap his ass. No one's ever done that to him before and he's jaw dropped. He literally runs circles around Darry trying to chase you.

He will literally never forget and always turn to face you whenever you're around him. It's started a friendly rivalry like Pony but Johnny is significantly better.

He often sneaks up on you and catches you off guard but you return it by sneaking up on him. The gang has bets on who's gonna win once you guys get tired of your game.

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop and Steve are literally sooo zesty with eachother. It's just their friendship and stuff but smacking ass is not new to them. Soda just doesn't expect it to be from you.

He turns around jaw dropped like you just stole his lunch money. Dramatically scoffs and just stares at you. When you turn to walk away he's for sure trying to get you back.

He doesn't expect you to be on guard though so he almost trips when you run away before he could get you. He's such a sore loser like his brother so he's always trying to one up you.

While Soda has the strength, you have the agility so it's literally such an entertaining battle to watch. Two Bit laughs at you two sooo hard he thinks its so funny.

STEVE RANDLE

Steve is actually a menace to society. He literally attacks Sodapop and Two-Bit, sometimes even Darry and Dallas. He'll run by and smack Soda's ass soo hard and runs so fast no one can catch him.

Until you did by catching him off-guard. He does the slow turn with his mouth open to dramatically signify his shock. He stares at you for a few seconds to try and catch you off guard and get you back.

He's a force to be reckoned with because he gets you back every single time. You're both crying-laughing by the time your worn out, lying on the couch trying to catch your breath because you'd been running around the house with Steve.

He's a formidable opponent but his weakness is that he forgets that you can and will smack his ass so he'll just be walking around and you'll slap him and lock yourself in a room.

TWO BIT MATHEWS

As much as he hates to admit it, Two-Bit sucks at hand-eye coordination. So he's not very good at the little game Soda and Steve started where they'll just come by, smack his ass and run so he can't catch them.

Of course he has his fair share of wins but he's more of a victim, but he takes it lightly because it's funny to him. He's soo shocked that you got involved though.

He was leaning over the kitchen counter talking to Soda when you walked by, turned to Soda and put a finger to your lips to let him know to not say anything.

You literally comically winded up and smacked his ass so hard Two Bit nearly screamed cause he was so scared. You were holding in your laugh and just ran to the other side of the counter for help from Sodapop.

DARRY CURTIS

Darry is such a sweetheart bro, he's literally such a cutie and he gets bullied for it. Soda and Steve literally violently attack him by smacking his ass and running (they call it drive bys).

He doesn't do much but yell at them, telling them that they better wish that he didn't hit them back. Of course when you do it, its different.

For instance you don't hit as hard and you did it so politely too that Two Bit was on the ground laughing. Darry just kind of stood there, an eyebrow raised.

He gave you a light noogie before sending you on your way only for it to happen AGAIN and he just turns around and crosses his arms and tells you that he won't ever trust you again.

DALLAS WINSTON

Dallas is a VICTIM of Soda, Steve and Two. That's the only thing he's unhappy to admit. He's not thinking about how to get them back, he's thinking about girls and parties and all of a sudden HE'S GETTING ATTACKED!!!

He's never going to take it lightly, always smacking them over the head for it. One day he just finished chewing out Steve for doing it when he gets hit AGAIN and its YOU.

He's all like, "c'mon, man, another one?" and his new york accent is soo heavy because he's getting frustrated that hes losing. He tells you that if you do that to him he's gonna do that to you.

Now, if you're ever in the street and Dallas comes up behind you he'll smack your ass and you'll smack his as he walks by. This rivalry is much darker than with Pony or Johnny, Dally is always on guard now and so are you. Two jokes that they should put you two in a ring.

[shiratamahatsumiyo]

Ruggie Bucchi with Ice Bear reader

• The cafeteria was pretty packed with hungry students standing in line. When it was finally your turn, Grim kept pointing at every dish displayed like a child picking their most desired toys at a mall.

Grim: "Hey, henchman! Pick that one for me! Oh, and that one too! That one also looks good, pick it for me! Hurry up, I'm hungry!"

Ice Bear: "... Ice Bear will pick food. Grim go wait on table."

Grim: "Aawww man..."

Ace: "Oh? Does baby Gwim feew sad?"

Grim: "Fnyagh! You wish!"

Deuce: "Can't your hunger wait for the food? It'll only take a minute."

Grim: "The Great Grim ain't waiting on any table on an empty stomach! I'm gonna stand here until I get my food!"

Ice Bear: "sigh"

• You can only grab whatever food you can afford. You chose an omelette for yourself and a sandwich for Grim. Once you give him the sandwich first, you ordered him to wait on the table with Ace and Deuce. By the time you got your tray, Grim was already running to you crying about someone stealing his food.

Grim: "Fnyaaaagh! Henchman! That scumbag thief just stole my sandwich!"

Ice Bear: "?"

Deuce: "Stole it? You gave it to him."

Grim: "I did not!"

Ace: "Yeah, you did. We saw the whole thing."

Grim: "I didn't wanna do that! My body moved on its own!"

Ace: "Just cut it out already, man. If you wanted a smaller sandwich you could've just said so earlier."

Grim: "Fnyaagh, no one believes me?! Henchman, just get that guy already! I swear, he did steal it!"

Ice Bear: "...Ice Bear will share food."

Grim: "Fnyaagh...."

• Despite complaining about the loss of his sandwich, Grim ate most of your food. You think that this might be the time that you must go grocery shopping in order to save money and pack lunches for the two of you.

• You've heard about Sam's Shop from the ADeuce. Since the shop has almost everything a student needs, you decided to stop by on the way home and shop there.

Sam: "Hi there! Oh, you must be the monst-- I mean, Bear I've heard about so much! Welcome to my shop! If you need anything, just ask me."

Ice Bear: "...Ice Bear needs food."

Sam: "Aha! Then that'll be on that aisle over there. Anything else?"

Ice Bear: "Nothing. Ice Bear says thank you."

Sam: "Hahaha! You're one funny bear!"

Ice Bear: "?"

• You didn't mind Sam's comment and just strolled through the aisles. You take a nearby shopping bag and fill it with all the things you need for this month as long as it fits your budget. You spot a can of tuna and thought of Grim, so you reached out for it. Your paw stopped after you feel a hand reaching for the can.

Ice Bear: "?"

Ruggie: "Wha..."

Ice Bear: "..."

Ruggie: "....."

Ice Bear: "......."

Ruggie: "...Uhh hey... You takin' that one?"

Ice Bear: *nods*

Ruggie: "Sorry but I really need this thing, y'know, and uh, this is the last can..."

Ice Bear: "..."

• You don't seem to show any movement of letting the can go, so Ruggie thought of two ways to get it. First way is to make up a convincing excuse...

Ruggie: "Look, I get how much you need the can but I have to get this can. You see, Professor Trein ordered me to fetch this for him so he can feed his cat, Lucius. And if I don't do it, he'll give me a failing mark... So please, could I have this?"

Ice Bear: "..."

• Your paw is still holding on to the can as well as Ruggie's hand. Ruggie awaited for an answer from you but you still won't let go. For some reason... You think that Trein is NOT the type of person that just abuses their status for his personal gain. You stared at Ruggie and your instincts tell you that he's tricking you. You take the can and apologized.

Ice Bear: "....Ice Bear is sorry for you."

Ruggie: "Wait, hey!... Ugh..."

• Welp, looks like the old sad excuse failed. Now there's only one way... Take and run for it!

Ruggie, pointing: "Hey look over there!"

Ice Bear: "?"

Ruggie: "Shishishi!"

• You looked at where Ruggie pointed and the hyena beastman saw an opening. He steals the can before you could react.

Ruggie, running: "Better luck next time!"

Ice Bear: "!"

• You ran after him but it looks like he has experience in running away more than you think. You ran to an aisle displaying pencils and pens. Quickly, you take three unsharpened pencils and threw them at Ruggie before he could ring up to the counter.

Ruggie: "Almost there-- ACK!"

• One behind his right knee, he slows down...

Ruggie: "H-hey... OUCH!"

• Next one at his hand, he drops the can...

Ruggie: "GAH!"

• Last one at the nape, he collapses...

Ruggie: "...Uhh...."

• You take the can after you send him a glare. Fortunately, Sam and the counter are two aisles away so he couldn't hear the commotion. You place your items on the counter and Sam handed your change.

Sam: "Thanks for shopping here! May I also interest you in these buy-one-take-one bags?"

Ice Bear: "Ice Bear is fine."

Sam: "Alright! Have a nice da-"

Ruggie: "Damn. All that for a tuna can?"

Ice Bear: "😠"

Sam: "E-excuse me, are you ok?"

Ruggie: "Yeah, this guy just got his hand on the last tuna can."

Sam: "Ah! Darn it, I forgot to restock those..."

• ... So yeah, another bad first impression but hey, after the whole Savanaclaw Trying To Cheat fiasco, you two actually managed to get along. Sometimes.

• That one time when you and him are partnered up for Chemistry class, you avoided him. Then you realize that you have zero knowledge on potion making which resulted in failure. Ruggie laughed and offered to teach you, only if you apologize and give him something in return. Although you labeled him as a 'scumbag thief' as Grim says, you don't want to have a failing grade. Reluctantly, you accepted.

• Ruggie happily chowwed down on the food you made for him. He's never eaten anything that good for a long time. Either you owe him or not, he'll steal food from you now. Good luck.

• If Ruggie owes you something, then it's going to be him handing you test answers from when he was a first year. Aside from giving him food, you also help him around Monstro Lounge. He keeps pushing you away from the kitchen to waiting duty because he doesn't want Azul or Jade see you cook. If they find out about your talent, that'll blow away his chance to get free food, now won't it?

[ofswordsandpens]

I've enjoyed episode 3 the most so far, but I think the show is still struggling to find a good balance between taking itself seriously and the absurdist humor that RR writes with. My main takeaways:

The Fight Scenes (or Lack Thereof?)

It seems very peculiar to me that the show is just speed running through its battle scenes. Again, it feels very much like the product of Disney trying to sanitize anything that's too extreme?

The trio fleeing from the kindly ones in the book ended with Percy taking control of the bus and then crashing it. It explodes. They lose all of their stuff (money, food). In the show, they simply bail out the back window. No true panic. No tension. Just, okay :) we're leaving now :)

The Medusa Scene. I'll speak more to this later, but in terms of the fight we get to see... well we get to see nothing. Apparently this fight required us to view it through the lens of the invisibility cap (ie. not at all),

I understand this show is intended for a younger audience, but the books are as well. Even the movies, which are pg, came up with better ways to show things without necessarily showing things. As a result, it feels like anything that might induce the slightest bit of tension or fear are sanded down and its honestly doing such a disservice to the books and the audience.

Medusa

I actually really liked this portrayal of Medusa. The 1950s housewife vibe landed well for me. And I loved the actress's voice -- very soft and soothing but always sounding as if she were just about to cry.

Also, I really liked her dialogue. Her digs at Athena and Poseidon were perfectly tragic.

That being said, I really prefer the trio's arrival to the emporium in the book. In the books, they've been wandering the woods and are lost and exhausted and hungry because of the battle/bus crash where they've lost all of their stuff. It almost feels like the emporium popping up "out of nowhere" was more of it finding them.

Meanwhile in the show, Grover finds it through scent on a satyr path and they immediately know its Medusa, which imo takes out so much of the fun of it all??? In the books, they dont know. Grover's just like, freaking the ever living fuck out, and clearly Percy and Annabeth have let him take sole custody of the shared brain cell, cause they're more concerned about getting some food than anything else

Just... RIP dumbass shenanigans

And honestly, I'm not really sure what necessitated the change here in the show (of them not being tricked). It would have been one thing if they were going to change Medusa entirely to not wanting to harm them at all, but imo, I think its arguable/evident that show Medusa was looking for an excuse to petrify Annabeth and Grover (at minimum) regardless of anything.

Honestly, I would have had the show loosely play it out as: book arrival (they dont know its Medusa), keep the dumbass energy and banter, the trio figures out it Medusa while they're eating, Medusa is the more sympathetic version we see in the show, regardless it still ends with the battle.

Also, I do mourn the book battle. The panic and absurdity is just handled better imo. Annabeth shoving them off the bench, Grover flopping all over the place with the shoes but actively getting a good few hits in, Percy having to use to the reflection to behead her... the #TeamWork was emphasized a little more there to me.

Characterization

I think the show is absolutely nailing certain parts of the characters.

They've gotten Percy's anger and his derision towards the gods down. But, I think they're actually underscoring some of his, idk, sincerity? His kindness? It was the line "she met a pinecone's fate" that just rang off to me. While undoubtedly funny, it's just such a stark difference from his reaction to Thalia's story in the books, where he was unsettled by her fate and felt a sincere sympathy for her. The line in the show I assume is meant to criticize the gods, but still, it feels like it comes at the expense of the sensitivity that he has.

They've gotten Annabeth's bluntness, intelligence, pride, and superiority down cold. No question about it. But I feel like they just need to let her be more of a 12yo kid?

Like. In canon she and Percy banter and argue over the silliest of things. She plays hacky sack with Grover and Percy. She blushes and hyperventilates when Luke interacts with her. Episode 3 is like the first time we've gotten to see her do something remotely childish (buying all that candy) and I'm just dying for more of that!! She's not the "mom" of the group and she has her canon dumbass moments. I'm hoping more of this is captured moving forward. They've gotten a good start on the banter, but let Annabeth be more silly! Cause she is!

(Absolutely none of my personal qualms about the characterization are Walker or Leah's fault. They've done amazing. It's the writing/directing I'm side-eyeing).

OH! And I'm sorry but Percy being like "Annabeth we're going to bury medusa with your hat on" would have never ever flown with Annabeth. In no world.

But Grover eating them up at the end? Iconic. Good for him.

[yenqa]

ADVANTAGES

in which…

on jay’s live, fans point out a stuffed animal on his bed, one that seems to be the other piece to your notorious missing pair. as imaginary pieces start to connect for fans, the viewers beg for some kind of interaction. and though you and jay have never met before, why not use this situation to your advantage?

warnings : crying, panic attacks, depression is depicted but isnt really said, lots of bad self talk, food/eating, having no appetite, just lots of bad mental health talk and depictions, hurt/comfort, god this chapter is PACKED

wc: 1829

i’m sorry that i couldnt be your teenage dream.

not proofread!

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It had been a week and a half since you had seen anyone.

Well other than the cashiers at the local grocery store but that made you look even more pathetic. 

You haven’t been well, at all.

It was a horrible sight, honestly you couldn’t even look at yourself in the mirror without cringy. You had no productivity and had planned to do nothing for as long as possible. 

You were surprised your body hasn't exploded yet, since all you had ate was instant ramen or the three meals you could cook total. 

Today was one of the worse-r days. Three hours into the new day but your mind couldn’t seem to sleep one bit.

You had zero appetite, your room was a mess, it was worse that you couldn’t even sleep away the days even though you were so tired. Your eyes were glued shut at night but your body couldn’t stop fighting the feeling of sleep. 

So here you were, eye bags almost able to give the color purple a run for its money, and so puffy it felt like a balloon was stuck in there. But your eyes hadn’t shed any tears, instead you felt like nothing. Like you were just floating around with no purpose or any feeling at all.

The empty feeling in your head made you unable to do anything but scroll on your phone, letting hours after hours pass by rewatching your favorite show at least a billion times. It seemed like the world had gone gray, like the world was ending and you were the only one feeling it.

A part of you screamed at yourself to get a grip, to stop being so dramatic and realize there are still good things in life. 

You tried to get better, you really did. You had researched on how to get over this drought but you never could. So every night you would lay in your bed, trying to figure out what was wrong with you.

Mornings have always been your least favorite part of the day. But it seemed to get worse with every second that passed. 

Realizing you still had a whole day ahead of you seemed utterly impossible to finish, but still you would reach your hand out to the finish line, only to miss every time.

You had six hours until it was the appropriate time to wake up. You couldn’t call anyone for help, you couldn’t text anyone in the middle of the night. It was your burden, so you had to keep it to yourself and hope and pray it washes away over time.

Your phone has been your only sense of livelihood during your dull days. If you had been wasting hours after hours at least you had been doing something. 

Before you could think of the consequences, you had thought of searching yourself on the internet, just for fun. You clicked on the first source, hoping that someone would see your side of the story.

No it was not fun–you wish you could warn yourself because the title of the article read; “All you need to know about Y/niora and why she’s trending”

We’ve all seen the names “Y/n” or “Y/niora” trending on X, who is she? Some might wonder. In this article I’ll be going over everything she’s done wrong, and why fans hate her for it.

Y/n is a popular streamer on twitch, known for her funny commentary and her boyfriend Jay, but recently she’s shown a darker side to her.

Her boyfriend, Jay, is also a twitch streamer, a much more popular one at that. He’s known for his good looks and his random reactions that have us crying with laughter, but why would he date a nobody like her? 

If you’ve seen Y/niora’s X account, you can see that she posts provocative photos of herself, things that only lead to temptations of male fans. Fans speculate this is the reason they met, saying that she seduced him and used him for money, fame, and views.

If you know anything about streaming, you know BlueJay and his friends. Who stole the internet's hearts with their looks and cute personalities. But things start picking up between Jay and Y/n when she posts their matching stuffed animals, officially presenting their relationship to the world.

This seems to be a bad move on Y/n’s part, as her facade starts slipping through and we get to see her for the calloused person she is. 

She continuously shows her disinterest in anything he’s saying. Making him repeat everything he’s said to her. This strikes up the question, does she really care about him or her fans?

Arguments of this exact topic have been trending among fans, some saying

You closed your phone before you could read anything else. Flipping your body over you could feel tears start to form in your eyes, your vision goes blurry and your breath starts hiccuping. 

Wiping your wet cheeks, you start to panic when you feel like your throat is closing up, placing your hand on your chest to try to calm yourself down. 

That clearly doesn’t work. As you swear you can feel the walls closing in beside you. In a last effort to stop your ugly sobs, you open your phone once more, your breath quickens when you open the phone app, calling the person that you need the most right now.

The ringing on your phone shakes you more, “Please answer, please answer, please answer.” You croak out desperately, glancing at your window to realize it’s the middle of the night, and he’s probably getting the nice sleep he deserves. 

Unlike you who only makes things worse, and can’t even get a wink of sleep at night.

You sob harder after the fifth ring, realizing that he’s not going to answer. And you have to do this on your own–

“Y/n? Are you okay?” His voice brings relief to your ears, that’s until you realize the state you’re in. 

“Jay I’m so–so so sorry for calling you this late.” You rasp out, “I just don’t know what’s wrong with me, I can’t stop shaking and crying, I just–fuck” Bringing your hand up, you grab a fist of your hair, not knowing what to do or say.

“Are you at home?”

“Yeah, I am.” You choke through, words barely coherent.

“I’m coming. Stay there, okay?”

“Okay.” 

His tone is so soft it scares you. How could he be talking to you so sweetly knowing the mess you made? How could he be talking to you so sweetly knowing that you are burdening him at such a late hour?

Your throat tries its best to keep your hammering heart inside your chest, but it closes up, your breath is so uneven you're not even sure you’re breathing at all. 

That is until you let out a soft apology into your phone, but it’s covered by your staggered breathing, and the sound of you stuffing up your snot back into your nose.

The silence coming from him is apparently meant to drive you insane. Because the nausea of it all starts to get to you, your condition is crippling so you can’t even move from your curled up position on your bed.

You can hear your door slam open, eliciting a strong flinch from you. 

Your heart seems to be racing too fast for your liking, almost like it’s fighting to get out of your chest. “Jay?” You mutter, as you can see his dark silhouette standing through the doorway. 

Before you can actually decipher if the man is actually Jay or just some random burglar who found your spare key, you feel his arms wrap around your body, tucking your head into the space between his neck and shoulder. 

You conclude that it’s Jay’s warmth you’re feeling right now.

For a second you feel safe, for a second you feel like he’s just hugging you, not because you are literally having a panic attack. 

That snaps you back into reality. God were you really having a panic attack over an article? That you chose to read? 

Feeling your chest tighten and your eyes water up, you tuck your head impossibly deeper, letting your tears and snot get all over his shirt. 

It’s grossing you out how you can physically feel his shirt dampen with your tears, but you’re too focused on figuring out how to breathe rather than the mess you made on his shirt.

“You can let it out, or you can just cry, I don’t mind.”

You sob even harder than you were before.

He’s so warm. He’s so warm. And you have no idea why it’s the perfect descriptor for him. 

“Jay,” You mutter, being muffled by his shoulder, “I’ve ruined everything.”

His arm rubs your back gently, “You haven’t ruined anything, pretty.” He whispers, talking like if he speaks any louder you’ll crack into hundreds of pieces (you actually might but that’s not the point).

“I have! You can’t even deny it without lying,” You hiccup, “I mean—I’m trying so hard, but I can’t do anything right.” You pull your head back to look up at him.

He stays silent, letting his hand cup your face, wiping away any tears that fall down.

“And I’m so tired. I’m so tired of doing everything I can but still being hated for not doing enough. I mean who wouldn’t? I can’t even cook a proper meal, it just goes to show how hopeless I am.”

“Y/n you can’t possibly think about yourself.”

“I can because it’s the truth.”

He tucks your head back into his shoulder, “Y/n, not being able to cook a proper meal is okay. Some people never learn how to cook an egg.”

Your breathing calms down slightly, you let out a small chuckle, trying to stay forever in his warmth.

“I’m sorry for calling you here so late, I know you’re tired from streaming or something.”

“I could never stay away from you for too long, even if it’s in the middle of the night.”

Letting out a breathy smile, you look back at his face, a small smile spreads through his face looking at you.

Your eyes were tired, for the first time in a week your body was tired. “I’m going to go to sleep. Thank you, Jay, seriously.”

He gets up from your position, you feel the absence of his warmth even though he just got up, he’s about to walk out the door when you build up the courage to ask, “Can you stay? Just for tonight?”

Looking back, there's a smile on his face as he replies “Always.”

Walking back to you, he lays himself under your blanket, tucking you in before wrapping his arm around you, he pulls you into his chest.

And for the first time in what felt like forever. You fall asleep, in Jay’s arms.

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[maxdibert]

“Sirius killed people-“ so did Snape, supposedly loved Lily but betrayed her location to Voldemort because he was jealous of James actually winning her heart, not to mention convincing Harry the abuse was his fault, nearly giving Neville PTSD to the point where his boggart was Severus Snape himself, being a racist pos to anyone born of muggle parents, and becoming a high ranking member of the death eaters so what? He could protect Harry?

“It’s easier to cry in a Ferrari-“

it’s easier to defend a terrible character and play the racism and eat the rich card when you can’t understand context and inference clues that JK Rowling laid out.

What’s easy is inventing canon. What a load of made-up nonsense, mate.

1. Learn to read. I didn’t say Sirius killed anyone, but he did attempt murder. And he did it because he thought it was funny to torture Severus.

2. There’s no evidence that Severus killed anyone before Dumbledore asked him for euthanasia. This is made quite clear when Dumbledore talks about his concern for Draco’s soul, and Severus immediately questions him about his own soul. If Severus is so worried about it, it’s implied he hadn’t killed anyone before—or at least not in cold blood.

3. Have you even read the books? The only person who knew the Potters’ location was Peter. He’s the one who betrayed them.

4. There’s no evidence he was a racist. First off, equating racism with the concept of blood purity not only trivializes a serious social issue but also makes it clear that some of you have no idea what racism is or its history. The discriminatory dynamics and their foundations are completely different. But anyway, putting that aside, there’s no evidence whatsoever that Severus discriminated against Muggle-borns. The only time he makes a comment is during the incident with Lily—which, conveniently, happens when James and Sirius are sexually assaulting him, and Lily seems to smile at James. I don’t think you can judge someone’s ideology based on a comment made in an extremely tense moment. Canonically, Severus doesn’t treat Muggle-born students worse in class or make comments about their heritage. Nor does he badmouth Muggles. At most, he makes condescending remarks—which, let’s be real, all the characters do, even the “good ones,” because they’re ridiculously patronizing toward Muggles.

5. Severus was literally a double agent and reached the highest ranks of the Death Eaters to, yes, protect Harry. That’s literally why. He’s following Dumbledore’s orders. Like, have you read the books, or are you just pulling this stuff from fanfics? 99% of what you’ve said so far is pure fantasy, mate.

6. Yes, love, it’s actually pretty easy for me to defend people whose actions are a direct consequence of their life circumstances, and whose poor decisions were directly influenced by a lack of opportunities, security, and the violence of their environment. In fact, that’s literally my job. That’s what I do for a living.

Look, I don’t give a damn if you’re a Sirius fangirl. You can love a character while admitting he was a massive piece of crap. I love The Penguin, and there’s no way to justify him at all. Like, it’s fine, you know? You also have every right to feel sorry for him—I’m not going to judge you for that or anything. I’m not invalidating other people’s feelings if they think Sirius’s life was super tragic and feel a lot of compassion for him. Everyone has their own feelings and points of empathy. But that’s not the case for me. I don’t feel sorry for him. There’s no excuse for being an abusive bully with sociopathic tendencies toward someone who was canonically in a position of social and economic disadvantage. If Severus had come from a good family, with money and power—or if Sirius had been someone without a name, wealth, or status—then I’d view the situation differently because they would have been on equal footing. But just like the Black family chose Muggle-borns to torture because they knew they could, Sirius chose Severus because he knew he could. He’s a hypocrite and a piece of garbage. At least Bellatrix admitted her tendencies.

[bloos-bloo]

Welcome to the circus but make it make SENSE

TOYBOX AU!!! ITS REAL!! >:D

What is the ToyBox AU? ToyBox is a circus AU that’s HEAVILY inspired by Digital Circus, Circus Monster, and Hypno’s lullaby! I highly suggest looking into those things if you’re not aware of them-

THIS IS YOUR WARNING BTW- THERE ARE MENTIONS OF ABUSE AND TORTURE

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The circus is held in the lands of the Old Faith every few years, it used to be a yearly event. But after the new ownership- the circus suffered greatly. There are less guests every year- it's constantly losing money, there's hardly any performers. So, how is this issue fixed?

Easy. :)

Starting off with the Ring Master! The Jester! Silly little guy! Dirty kidnapper

Emery’s the beloved Jester in the circus. She makes sure everything’s in order before the next show. She’s been doing this for a very long time, seeing many guests come in and out… but what caught her attention was a certain black cat.

She had to have him- he always smiled and laughed at her performance- she needed him.

PATHETIC WET CAT IN QUESTION-

Narinder was a regular at the circus- (regular meaning biyearly-) It was his favorite past time to do with his siblings. But- what was creepy was the way the jester would stare at him…

Narinder doesn’t remember how he was recruited, but he’s always near Emery.. why? He can’t even tell you- something about it makes it hard to think of for long periods of time

Leshy’a such a little guy in this AU!

(Emery was scared of how tall he was- so why not take that away! Seeing him small was so funny!) His hands act like his eyes, cause- nobody knows where his eyes are. Not even him- Plus the snake-like creatures are very smart, they keep him out of trouble.

It’s hard to see during routine since his only way of vision is blurry He tries to ignore the way Emery stares at him when he gets too close to Narinder... Why does Narinder look so scared anyway? Is there something going on? Where is the exit? Oh- his act is up next.

Heket was hard to deal with. She’s loud- she has muscle- and she looked like she was going to kill Emery-

It was easy to make her stand down though, just a few quick words and string! Nothing too crazy. Heket usually keeps her distance from Emery, but with her getting closer to Narinder and always sticking with Leshy. She had to protect him in some way or another and keep Shamura preoccupied…

Emery made her a greeter so she wouldn't interact with her siblings (and have the guest ignore her pleas)

Noel’s Lament looking ass-

Kallamar was the hardest to convert- still is the same. They’re always crying about something, leaving him with a ton of conflicted emotions. She’s an acrobat and silk aerialist, but with her constantly covered in needles- it makes her job a bit harder.

Emery hates Kal- for some reason, they never share a conversation or a moment alone. She’s always avoided him- was he aware…? He must be. He cries about his old life every night...

Emery did have to pin his ears back after he overheard a lot of stuff though…

LITTLE BABYYYY- WAHHHH-

Shamura’s mind is very much broken in this AU- except it was Emery fault. They knew too much! She had to!

..Right?

Anyways- Shamura is very aware of what’s going on. They can see through Emery just a bit- but it’s hard to do anything when she takes their key, or even beat them. The cracks on their face represent each beating- Emery hates Shamura, but they can’t do anything about them besides make it harder for them to live around the grounds-

ANYWAYS- a very basic rundown of ToyBox! :D I have a few other doodles planned for this AU- and I’m so excited to actually write it- YIPPEEEE. There's nothing sinister going on here!! :D Happy fun time little AU!!

[cainhart]

The symbolism of the snake embroidery on Vergil's clothes and my theories on how he might have acquired his outfit. (he's broke asf he didn't get it with money guys)

In the first Devil May Cry novel we learn that teenager Dante had his red jacket custom made. He is actually pissy about it when it gets ruined with bullet holes. He then wears a fuckass black jacket, which makes him look embarrassing.

Dante was drinking and using firearms when he was 15 or 16 years old; but he had a job (albeit his job being a MERCENARY. Also twins being European really shows because he was having drinking contests as a fucking 15 year old, god), so he had enough money to buy himself a custom made jacket. But the thing is, we don’t know how teenager Vergil got his outfit. It’s too well made to be bought in a normal store. Vergil probably had no money—though it is hinted that after Mundus' attack, young Vergil may have used public transportation (I also have a headcanon that he didn't know how to open a portal until he was at least 12 so that makes sense) and even bought himself food. These may have happened before or after the attack but let's say after the attack since Sparda, Eva, and the twins were living a secluded life. Still, being homeless and constantly on the run, his concept of the value of money is more like ‘money’ and ‘a LOT of money.’ He had no use for finance; what important was to get powerful and gain knowledge.

So, he probably didn’t get it with money. Vergil was never in one place long enough to earn money. I also don't see him as someone who would kill or hurt people to steal their money (he actually kinda did it in VoV,,, but that was different), so the idea of custom made clothing bought with human currency doesn't sit with me.

He might have used demonic magic to create his outfit. We see a demonstration of this in DMC5 with Trish, who uses her magic to literally recreate her entire outfit. This is very weird and left unexplained, which frustrates me because I need to rationalize things. Perhaps demons can do this because they can infuse anything with their demonic energy, and since the clothes they wear are made of organic material, they can recreate or even sew them back together. In Vergil's case, it's more like 'create a whole new outfit in mind's eye and boom now you have a ridiculous cravat.'

Another possibility is that he had it custom-made, but not with human currency. Demons, or at least a certain demonic/supernatural entity (the God of Time, aka the Divinity Statue), accept red orbs as a form of payment.

Vergil probably visited many places on his trauma blind journey of gaining power. I might overdo here, but what if he came across a strange tailor and they made a deal like, "You give me 70 thousand red orbs, and I give you a slutty vest, a ridiculous cravat, nice shoes and a cool coat with snake embroidery on it." and Vergil was like "Aight." Maybe he was intending to infuse his outfit with his magic anyway. It was a win-win situation.

It's funny to imagine Vergil designing his outfit, just being a teenager for once.

So, Vergil could have saved up red orbs to get a cool coat. Demonic establishments are kind of canon, so that’s a possibility. He was a teenager it’s only natural that he liked teenager things, even in his traumatized and hunted state. At a certain point in his life, he became strong enough to indulge in some of his likes.

Speaking of snake embroidery, Vergil has SO MUCH snake symbolism on him, and on his clothes too! Snakes were adored and respected throughout history before paganism started to get shitted on. Snakes represent wisdom, REBIRTH, healing, transformation, and knowledge. That’s why Satan, disguised as a snake, gave Eve the apple (knowledge) (also, knowledge of the occult was really given to women first). The snake detail on his clothes might even be magic, too. It's nearly an occult symbol on its own. Maybe a sigil? I know sigils aren't a thing in DMC but I don't care I'll go apeshit with my theories.

Whether the serpent detail was intentional or unintentional, it’s still a great detail considering his story and character. He goes through transformation (Nero Angelo), then rebirth (Vergil rebirth party in DMC5), and healing (basically the whole plot of Visions of V).

So, just teenager Vergil researching the occult and being fascinated with the symbolism of the serpent. OR he straight up stole it. :l This bitch split his demonic and human self apart and like 1 day after his human self came to existence he had to deal with money and his first thought was to steal it. Anyway, that's all. Have a good day!

[nextstopparis]

i really just need good like mid to long length fix recs please i’m begging

hey bestie, i didnt know if you had any specific type of fic in mind or just length and what u consider mid so here are a few fics with 25k+ word counts and thats basically all they have in common🫶 also these are all more or less merthur im so sorry. i hope u find something new here!!!

Arthur, Sincerely by MerlinLikeTheBird (47.8k) (THE FLUFF IN THIS MADE ME CRY also its canon era)

To Begin Anew (need ao3 acc) by ohHeyThereBigBadWolf (27.7k) (ive read this like five times. i think about it constantly. canon divergence)

that lightning-strike feel by TheLurkingContessa (32.5k) (cmon merthur training with weapons together??? also canon era)

An Illusion of Sorts by lordvoldemortsnipple (133.7k) (ive also read this like 3 times which is sorta insane bc its 100k+ words omfg… modern au w magic)

Annum Inanis (The Empty Year) (need ao3 acc) by anonymintea (43.2k) (i DIED. canon era)

Charting Stars On A Stained Glass Ceiling by mornmeril (80k) (my note on ao3 under this is just OHMYGOD a bunch of times so. future au with magic)

a thimble of light for an acre of sky by celaenos (36.2k) (THIS IS NOT MERTHUR well theres like a hint of merthur at the very end but mostly its pendragon siblings and morgwen. I DIED. canon divergence)

Chasing Spring (ok TECHNICALLY this is a series but overall its 58.7k words so) by Gimli_s_Pickaxe (god merlin au do i really need to say anything else. canon era)

Keep the Magic Secret (73.5k) (i feel like i cant say I DIED again or else it’ll start losing its meaning to you but really i did. canon era)

M-RYS by mornmeril (123.2k) (ive also read this three times and was actually just craving a reread yesterday so. hmm. future au with magic)

We Pull These Jobs To Make A Little Money (No One Gets Hurt If They Don’t Act Funny) by leashy_bebes (48.9k) (this fic left me speechless all i could muster in my ao3 notes was “oh my god” not even capitalized like it shook me to my core. modern au)

You’ve Got My Heart, I’ve Got Your Hand by FervidAsAFlame (29.3k) (ive read this about five times it makrs me cry its so sweet i Love Them. modern au)

The Tournament of All Magicks by Cori Lannam (corilannam) (41.3k) (CMONNNN merlin fighting in a TOURNAMENT??? cmon. ohh craving a reread for this one too now… canon era)

The Future Soon by lady_ragnell (30.2k) (i loved this fic so so much. like theres just something about the vibe of it that im obsessed with. could also be the enemies to lovers thing. modern au with magic)

Sweeter Dreams by Tierfal (35.3k) (FREED VIVIAN OF MEN! i mean what more could i want. canon divergence)

Truth Is a Whisper by seperis (25k) (im being so serious go read everything by seperis. everything. GO. FIRST TINTAGEL bc that is my fav fic of all time probably but its 20k words so i couldnt put it here. GO!! theyre my fav author it took EVERYTHING not to rec all their fics. canon divergence)

Accidental Memory in the Case of Death by derryere (74.9k) (theres just something so. So. I DONT KNOW. overwhelming about them in this. its reincarnation au which might be why. one line made me cry)

The Ivy Crown by dayari (derryday) (252.2k) (ive read this three times. look at the word count. i will probably read it again. green knight au thing. theyre just. ohmygod)

Dower the Stars by RurouniHime (40.6k) (LISTEN. actually idek what i can say about this. except for the fact that its the PERFECT FIC. literally. its perfect. im especially in love with arthur and gwens friendship in this but anyway. canon divergence.)

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4ggravate author au where haikaveh are poets who write poems about each other (beefing)

Au dashboard simulator under cut

🪻paradicing-onions Follow

The huge overlap between kaveh fans and mahaseudo fans is so funny because both works require you to memorise random made up words but only mahaseudo writes majority fantasy

🌅 heeyythams-pen Follow

True fans keep dictionaries in their house. Ok but fr though kaveh's so lucky his works are popular because can you imagine reading the words "cynic" or "lonely" for the first time when it's not mainstream

🐺 mahaseudo nym 🔷 Follow

Real

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HUHHH??? HELLO SIR HALF AN EYE REVEAL???

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Mahaseudo fans are like victorian gentlemen seeing a hint of ankle

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I cannot reblog this post anymore. Am i blocked? Pls help

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@mahaseudo-nym @ForestWatching

Thanks for the pottery date!!!! Lobe u smmmmm

Mas would want you to think his first bowl is on purpose but he needs to be exposed for his lies. And witchcraft. He managed to make a whole other bowl by the time we finished painting and it turned out so well until he ruined it

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The character designs in mausoleum is genuinely! So! Good! But lets not ignore how whenever Mas has to draw a background character as attractive its the exact same face, and its not even according to conventional beauty standards??

This has been going on for a WHILE now the last one is from his superhero comic days

Who is this man lmfao

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Its like when ancient greek sculptures base their sculpture of aphrodite on their lover/j

🌌 marrysoulem Follow

Hey.. hey letters remember this post

💌haikaveh-love-letters

HUHBBWHAT. OH. OH WHAT. WHAT

🌌marrysoulem

🐢 KavehDarling Follow

Guys we shouldnt speculate about his private life. It's kind of weird that people make these jokes about a straight cis man honestly

💌 haikaveh-love-letters

Booooo its pride month throws ball at you

🌌marrysoulem

Like to charge reblog to cast throw rubber ball

#lmao what cis #what straight

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my college textbook is using mausoleum as an analogy for an agriculture concept. To me they are both fantasy tho lmao

#Prof. T is the biggest mausoleum fan real and true

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Honestly i think the fanartist @/seen0 is incredibly problematic, like hes obviously trying to copy Mas' style and his takes on the characters are always awful. Especially Kaveh's characters. If kaveh could see how hard seen0 is butchering his characters he would cry real tears

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Ouuu i just got the handwritten manuscript theres so many tidbits kaveh loves us all even the wine spill is a cute doodle

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Alhaithams new analysis video is 50 percent just about kaveh lmao. We get that kaveh's the creator but thats a liiitttleee bit too much to be anything but suspiciously obsessed

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Guys hasnt this crack ship gone long enough

🏜️haihaikaveh

Crack?

#literally writing poetry abt each other but ok

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Guys can we talk about how people had to spend so much money on Alhaitham's hand written signed manuscript and midway through theres coffee stains and a wine spill??? Rich people befuddle me

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NEW MAUSOLEUM CHAPTER OUT EVERYONE REJOICE

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👁️ seen0 Follow

Rereading palace of alcazarzaray on stream and reanalysing Romiet now that we've seen more of his character. :)

New vtuber!! One for forest too :))

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Im sure its no big deal, Mas is particular in the way that he would definitely have asked before posting

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Seems like you know his personalitree well

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Whats that

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[redrandomposts]

LMAO YES ACTUALLY bc i literally CANNOT stop thinking abt the alnst x orv crossover it's insane

till wants to sponsor ivan so he can help protect the bastard but ivan's been advised by dokja to not take this mysterious constellation that they know nothing about of, so ivan remains sponsorless for most of the scenarios until dokja convinces him to take on hades (technically ivan's adoptive grandfather lmao) as a sponsor

and till's in his lil pocket dimension wondering if he should laugh or cry. the ONE time he wants ivan to pick him and ivan just... DOESNT 😭

— 🌦️

hi 🌦️!!

have u ever considered that ivan will actually exploit his sponsor??

kim dokja is like... nahhhhh its too much for me this is a much better approach *jumps off bridge*

but ivan and his alien... he basically was just there and garnered info

and i think we need a new constellation name for till. secretive plotter is good and all... except till's not really secretive... nor a plotter. i cannot imagine till plotting anything other than his love life, and that's more of a fantasy than anything. rebellious musician or something?

here's what i'm thinking: ivan 100% knows his father(s) are unreliable. he will watch them and follow them to a certain extent, then completely deviate from whatever plots they've got going on. ivan is fine with dying, but does not want to be naked on star stream due to clothes burned off; that sorta deal. (kdj's little dragon lmaooooo)

guys am i changing up my mind i have no idea im not looking at my previous posts cause im scared

anyways y'know... kdj passed up the sponsors because he didn't want to be bound, but he did encourage his companions to choose one actually! guys i haven't touched orv in so long and i'm not touching it anytime soon it's angst paradise.

hades sponsor does sound fun though... hmmmm

idk man i think you would not want your grandparents to watch you stream. the money they give every year is more than welcomed, but watching you streaming..? i think ivan does not have the mental power for that

ANYWAYS guys let there be sponsor x person kdj and yjh narrowly missed that one and i wanna see it. i just wanna see till spending all his probability on ivan, coin after coin, while other constellations are confused. because, well, till has lived many lifetimes and probably gathered coins and probability and whatnot. and it'd be funny.

ivan: my clothes are torn (small rip on sleeve)

till (1): alright buddies, i think ivan would look stunning in this cyberpunk outfit

till (2): are you kidding? this skin-tight motorcycle suit is much better!

till (3): i think the best thing to do is give him one of our shirts!

till (2): !!! will that fit him?

till (4): just give him all of it, guys!

ivan: ???

constellations: ??????? who the fuck buys clothing? just give him an artifact??

guys i think im delusional

[sebastianstanisahotmf]

Office sex

Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

A/N hey guys I'm re-posting all my fics. Also comments, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated xoxo

18+ MINORS FUCK OFF YOU'RE NOT OLD ENOUGH (I WARNED YOU)

Summary bucky comes to visit you at work and you get it on

DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APP/SITE THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR

Warnings fluff and Unprotected sex (use protection because you're not fictional)

It was just one of those days. Not only had you overslept but you were late for work and your boss had decided to give you extra paperwork to fill in (as if you didn’t already have enough). You spent every second until your lunch brake completing your work and decided to come back to it after eating your lunch. You reached into your bag and that’s when you realised you had forgotten your lunch. Great. Luckily your boyfriend, Bucky wasn’t on a mission so you could call him. You picked up your phone and clicked on his contact.

“Hey doll aren’t you supposed to be at work?” he questioned sounding worried.

“Don’t worry. I am. I just forgot to pick my lunch up this morning so please could you bring it in for me?”

Bucky chuckled, “anything for you doll.”

“hey its not funny.” You tried to sound angry but you couldn’t ever be angry at Bucky.

“whatever you say doll” Bucky replied with a smile on his face. “I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

“Thank you babe, you’re a life saver. ”

You put the phone down and took a deep breath. Your day had been very stressful and forgetting your lunch had just made it worse.

Whilst you were waiting for Bucky your boss came into your office with a scowl on her face.

“Miss L/N why aren’t you doing your

work?” she questioned bitterly.

You were startled and just stared at her for a second before replying. “I’m on my lunch break but I’ll carry on after.”

“it doesn’t even look like you’ve done any work.” She said while shaking her head.

“I have I put all my completed work in that pile over there” you pointed trying to stop your hand from shaking.

“well it doesn’t look like you’ve done much at all. I expect the rest of the work to be done by the end of the day or I will have to issue you with a written warning. This business can’t afford to lose customers and money because of lazy people like you. Do you understand me?” she said sharply.

“y-y-yes I understand. It will all be on your desk by the end of the day.” You stuttered trying to stop yourself from crying.

“good” your boss said as she stormed out of the room.

Luckily a few seconds later Bucky had texted you to say that he’s outside. You quickly picked up your jacket and practically ran out of your office.

Bucky’s smile fell as he saw the look on your face.

“what happened doll?” he asked, worried.

“it’s nothing really. My boss just told me off like I was a child and called me lazy for not doing enough work and I’m sure everyone heard.” That’s when it happened. The floodgates had opened and how you were sobbing into Bucky’s chest.

“Oh doll. I’m so sorry” he said wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly.

“It’s ok. It’s not your fault” you replied.

“come on, let’s get you inside so you can eat and calm down.” Bucky grabbed your hand and walked you to your office.

He sat down in the spare seat you had and put your lunch on your desk.

“Thanks Buck”

Bucky smiled, “you’re welcome doll. And anyways you can’t say I’m the only unorganised one in this relationship now”

You smiled back “it’s one time. And besides you would forget your head of it wasn’t screwed on”

You and Bucky talked while you ate your lunch.

After a while, you asked Bucky to check the time. You still had 25 minutes of your lunch break left.

Bucky looked at you with a mischievous grin on his face.

“why are you giving me that look ” you asked.

“I think we should make the most of the last 25 minutes of your lunch break” Bucky replied.

“James Buchanan Barnes I am not having sex with you while I’m at work.” You replied knowing its not the first time you have had sex at work.

“you act like we’ve never done it before” Bucky said with a grin on his face.

“I swear if we get caught I’m blaming you.” You replied smiling back.

Only now had you noticed the wetness that had formed between your legs. Soaking through your panties.

You walk over to Bucky and sit in his lap. He grabs your ass while leaning in to kiss you. It was like fireworks were going off in your stomach every time you kissed Bucky. His soft lips and talented tongue.

You started to grind down on his hard member which elicited a moan from the both of you. You pulled away from the kiss and started to unbutton Bucky’s trousers. You pulled his hard cock out of his boxers and started to stroke it up and down while also twisting your hand when you got to the sensitive head.

Just as you were about to kneel on the ground Bucky stopped you.

“as much as I like to fuck your throat doll. I love fucking your pussy more.” He said as he picked you up and placed you on your desk.

He started to kiss you and make his way down your neck making sure to leave marks that show his love for you. He made his way back to your lips as he started to unbutton your trousers and stroke your pussy through your panties. He grabbed your panties and trousers and stared to pull them down your legs.

Once they were off he pounced on you. His lips met yours in a battle for dominance that he always won. He circled a finger around your entrance and just as he was about to push it in you stopped him.

He gave you a concerned look. “sorry doll did I got too far. We can stop if you want to.” He said stroking your outer thigh with his metal hand.

“You didn’t go too far babe. I just need your fat cock in my pussy right now. I’m wet enough I promise. I just need you Bucky” you said looking him in the eyes.

Bucky chuckled. “you sure do know how to sweet talk me doll.”

He lined his cock up with your entrance and pushed in. His lips were back on yours in a matter of seconds to muffle the moans you both let out. As he started to thrust into you. His hand reached down to play it your clit.

As soon as his hand reached your bundle of nerves, you let out a moan that could only be described as pornographic. Bucky smiled and carried on his ministrations on your clit.

“you feel so good around my cock baby” Bucky said breathlessly. “so good. So so good”

You grabbed Bucky’s face and brought it to yours. You started kissing him fiercely as if it was the last time you were ever going to get the chance to.

“Baby I’m so close” you moaned breaking the kiss.

“is there anything else you need baby” Bucky asked his baby blue eyes almost black with lust.

“I need your metal hand on my clit. Please baby. Please!” you moaned.

“you can have anything you want if you beg that nicely.” Bucky said while grunting. He replaced his normal hand with his metal one. And kissed you once again only this time it was more teeth and tongue than the last ones. This kiss was pure passion.

Then it happened. Your legs started to shake and you let out a moan (luckily it was muffled by the kiss) and then you came.

The pulsing of your pussy was the last push for Bucky before he stilled inside you and pumped his seed into your awaiting body while collapsing on top of you. You stayed there for a few minutes before you realised you had to get back to work.

You let out a chuckle and said “we have got to stop doing this. One day were gonna get caught.”

“but that’s the fun of it doll” Bucky replied.

He removed his soft cock from inside you and tucked it back into his boxers before doing his trousers up as well.

You stood up on wobbly legs and pulled your panties and trousers up. Bucky let out a moan knowing you were going to sit in your office for the rest of the day with his seed dripping out of you.

“well I should get back to work” you said while sorting your hair out.

“ok doll I’ll see you later” he gave you a kiss on your lips and then one on your cheek before he left.

@buckys-wintersoldier @nicoline1998enilocin

[tumbleweed-writes]

Deserving: Chibs Telford X Reader

Y/N was horrified. She couldn’t believe Jax was not out there searching high and low for her boyfriend.

The night had been long and so filled with dread.

It had all started out so normally. Nero, Lyla and Y/N had been the only ones working up at Diosa. Y/N had been training Lyla on some of the facets of her job at the companion service. Lyla was interested in coming to work for Diosa, helping Nero manage the girls and the office.

Y/N was thankful for the possible new hire. She’d been doing this on her own for a while now, and it was so time consuming that it was not even funny.

Nero’s sister Carla was not always the most helpful. She usually favored managing the girls and was less interested in helping with any clerical work.

That responsibility always fell on Y/N.

When Frankie Diamonds had shown up the energy in the room had shifted.

When the gun had come out it had been clear that Nero, Lyla, and Y/N were in danger.

Jax, Bobby, and Chibs had no idea what they were walking into.

Nero had been tied up. Frankie had taped her wrists and ankles together too tightly bound against the sofa.

Y/N stared up at Chibs, the bile rising in her stomach, she resisted the urge to attempt to yank from her bonds and run to him for protection. Frankie currently had a gun tucked into Lyla’s mouth and his hand on the trigger.

He’d pointed the gun in Y/N’s direction more than once over hte past hour. She felt sick thinking that he could easily pull the trigger and end them all at any moment.

Y/N feared any sudden movement from her would spook the man enough that he’d do just that. He seemed panicked and unpredictable. She feared just what he was capable of. 

He’d forced Nero to call the Sons and Y/N feared what he wanted with them. 

She watched helplessly as Frankie screamed out orders. “Guns and knives, drop them to the floor. Now.”

Jax spoke tying to remain calm. “Okay. We’re doing it.”

Jax spoke again holdling his hands out to Frankie. “Listen, they have nothing to do with this…”

Frankie spoke interrupting him. “Shut up and get down on your knees. Put your hands behind your heads.”

Bobby dared to speak stepping forward slightly. “What the hell is this?”

Frankie spoke his voice harsh. “What do you think? I want money. The cartel cash I know you got it in a safe in the chapel”

Jax spoke as Chibs, Bobby, and he did as they were ordered. “We aint a bank. Drug money comes from the Mayans, cash goes straight to the Irish.”

Frankie scoffed digging the gun further into Lyla’s mouth. “I don’t give a shit where you get it. I want $200 grand or I’ll kill Ope’s whore…I won’t stop with her either. I’ll kill Chibs’ whore while I’m at it, kill two whores with one gun.”

Y/N cringed at the statement she not missing the look Chibs sent her he attempting to be reassuring without saying the words.

Nero spoke a sigh leaving him “I got it. In my studio. There’s about 130 grand cash, a couple of gold watches. You want that?”

Frankie shifted his eyes from Nero to Jax as Nero spoke again his voice demanding. “Take that gun out of her mouth, okay.”

Frankie at least did what he was told nodding to Bobby. “Elvis move that fat ass. Go get it, move.”

He held the gun out waving it from Nero to Y/N. “You try anything I’ll kill them both.”

Nero spoke quickly rattling off the combination to the safe and its location.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek unwilling to let herself cry fear crushing down on her. She kept her eyes locked on Chibs trying to keep her focus only on him. He was the only thing keeping her from falling apart at the moment. She let out a shaky breath the tape digging into her wrists sharply the pain intense.

Y/N tore her eyes from Chibs as she watched as Bobby. The older biker backed out the room going to get the money and watches Frankie was demanding.

Jax spoke quick to challenge Frankie. “How do you think this ends Frankie?”

Frankie shook his head his gun turning to point directly at Y/N as he thought about the statement. “This wasn’t my idea. Clay promised us shit he couldn’t deliver.”

Jax replied ot the comment. “You’re telling me Clay was behind the break ins.”

Frankie shook his head he fast to respond. “Come on Jax. You know he’d do anything to get the gavel back and his cash points.”

Jax spoke up his voice holding a dangerous edge. “He sign off on you going after me and my family?”

Frankie pulled the gun from Y/N pointing it at Jax. “I never went after your family.”

Jax was fast to respond his words harsh. “Someone went after my family. Someone went after Gemma and my kids last night.”

Frankie scoffed at the statement he tilting his chin up. “And why the hell would I do that?”

Chibs spoke up his words defiant despite the situation. “Because you’re a greasy scumbag animal.”

The comment earned Frankie pointing a gun at Chibs’ direction before he pointed the gun back at Y/N. “You want to try that again Chibby? We both know you’re sweet on this little whore. It’d be a shame to splatter her brains all over the wall just because you have a big fucking mouth.”

"I swear to God, if ye fuckin touch a hair on her..." Chibs spat out not getting to finish the threat as Frankie spoke.

"Shut up, I have the gun. I'm in charge. You always have something to say. It's about time you shut that damn mouth."

Bobby reentred the room he holding up a baggie containing the money and watches. “Hey, hey, hey.”

Frankie pulled the gun from Y/N’s direction using it to motion down to the coffee table. “On the table.”

He pointed the gun at Bobby as soon as the bag was dropped on the table. “Get back on your knees.”

Frankie spoke nodding to Nero. “Is that your truck out back?”

Nero barely had a chance to give the affirmative as Frankie spoke again. Shoving Lyla over to Nero. “Get his keys.”

He kept the gun trained on the three Sons as he leaned down reaching for the money. 

Y/N felt her blood run cold when Frankie motioned to Chibs. “Get up Scotty.”

When Chibs hesitated Frankie pointed the gun back at Y/N. “Get up. Remember what I said about her brains and the wall.”

Chibs did as he was told Jax standing as well trying to reason with Frankie all three men speaking at once Chibs speaking loud enough reassuring Jax to keep calm.

Y/N pulled against her bonds as Chibs shot her a look reassuring her. “It’s okay. It’s okay, Love.”

She felt her blood run cold as Frankie tossed Nero’s truck keys at Chibs. “You’re driving. Let’s go.”

Y/N dared to speak as Frankie pulled the gun from her pointing it at Chibs. “Filip, no...”

Chibs spoke before she had a chance to continue. “It’s goin to be okay, Mo leannan. It’ll be okay.”

Frankie pressed a gun to the back of Chibs’ head as he spoke the threat spilling from him. “Any of you come after me, I’ll kill him.”

Jax spoke his words tense. “You’re making a mistake.”

Frankie reacted by pulling the gun away just long enough to shoot Lyla in the upper thigh the action creating enough chaos for him to shove Chibs forward both men leaving the room.

Y/N struggled at her bonds, everything in her screaming as she watched helplessly as the man she loved was dragged away at gunpoint during all the chaos.

Y/N felt like the walls were shutting in on her. She scratched at the tape digging her nails into her skin trying so hard to escape and failing miserably.

She felt a chill run down her spine at the promise to kill Chibs if they were to go after Frankie. He was going to die wasn't he? Who was to say Frankie wouldn't kill him either way? The man she loved was going to die and she couldn't do a damn thing about it.

The chaos continued Bobby freeing both Y/N and Nero from their bonds as promises were made by Nero to call a client of Disoa who happened to be a doctor to patch up Lyla.

Y/N stared up at Jax, her words frantic. “We have to go after him. We have to go get him. He's going to die, Jax. We need to go get him.”

Jax parted his lips to speak but remained silent, the act filing her with rage. She spoke hitting the Sons President’s chest hard beating at him with her fists weakly tears spilling from her eyes her voice cracking. “You’re a fucking coward. You’re just going to do nothing? He would die for you and you're going to leave him to fend for himself. You're a fucking coward. How can you be so weak?”

She glared up at Nero as he pulled her from Jax and spoke his words reassuring. “He’s a tough bastard, Sweetheart. You’ve gotta trust it’ll be alright.”

Y/N felt the tears begin to fall harder sobs spilling from her as she plead for someone to please go get Chibs. She was unable to do anything other than break down.

She didn’t believe Chibs would be alright. None of this felt alright.

She felt like the walking dead as Nero drove her car to her apartment. He’d tried to coax her into spending her night at Diosa but she wanted no part of it. 

So, he’d offered to drive her car and borrow it to get back to Diosa. He’d told her to remain at home tomorrow as though she would have the energy to come in to work the next day. 

She glared up at Nero, her voice harsh as they stood at her front step. “If Filip dies, I will never forgive any of you. I hate all of you.”

“I know you’re hurting right now. I also know you don’t mean that.” Nero replied, cringing at the statement that had left her lips.

He sighed leaning in pressing a kiss to her temple, the act resembling something almost paternal. “He will be okay. I might not have been too thrilled that the Scottish bastard was sniffing around you at first. I will admit that he’s a tough bastard though. You’ll see.”

Y/N scoffed at the comment she fast to speak as she entered her apartment. “I don’t think bullets give a shit how tough he is.”

And with that she slammed the door in Nero’s face, surprisingly not ashamed to be so cold to the man who she adored and credited with saving her life.

She stood in her apartment feeling lost and utterly horrified. 

She found a bottle of vodka in her upper cabinet opening it and drinking straight from the bottle, not caring for a glass at this moment.

She allowed her mind to reflect on the Scotsman she loved; a man who she might never see again.

When Nero had begun his working relationship with SAMCRO, Y/N had been suspicious. She did not think anyone could possibly blame her for being wary of the MC. Afterall, she’d first met three members of SAMCRO when they’d been using Diosa to hide out from the local police department who was trying to scoop them up on a murder charge.

That alone had been enough to make her question her boss and long time paternal figure’s apparent choice to tie himself to SAMCRO.

She knew of course that the MC had only found their way to Nero’s front steps due to the woman he’d apparently taken a liking to.

Gemma Teller had been a one night stand who had turned into something more for Nero. She had seemed to bring trouble along with her much to Y/N’s frustration and dread. 

Y/N had not known what to make of the woman. She seemed intense to say the least…intense, secretive, and calculating.

Y/N had not been the only one who had some serious reservations about Gemma and SAMCRO.

Nero’s sister Carla had not been happy about Gemma’s new found place in Nero’s life nor the outlaw bikers who had come along with her. 

Y/N suspected that Carla and Gemma were just simply too alike to ever dare to coexist; though the thought of the two being so alike was worrisome given the very different type of relationships they seemed to have with Nero. 

Y/N knew enough and had been around long enough to know to tread lightly with Nero’s sister. Gemma seemed less inclined to tread carefully despite Nero’s frustration. Nero loved his sister, no matter how much of a pain Carla could be…no matter how disturbingly possessive Carla could be.

Y/N did not always see eye-to-eye with Carla, but she had to agree that Carla was right to question Nero’s choice to allow not only Gemma but SAMCRO to infiltrate their world.

Y/N’s worry had only grown when Nero had accepted a business deal with Jax which had turned into a business deal with SAMCRO.

Having girls from Cara Cara make appearances at Diosa and offer services to clientele had been a smart business move…but Y/N had remained wary of SAMCRO.

SAMCRO’s newfound partnership with Diosa meant that the MC had become prone to making visits to Diosa.

Y/N had found that she saw the Sons far more often than she’d prefer.

She hated to admit that she’d grown fond of a few of them…Tig for instance could be amusing in a sort of perverted mischievous sense of the word…Happy seemed intense, but he had been far calmer and more respectful than some of Diosa’s clientele. Juice had seemed quiet and she’d honestly sensed a hint of sorrow from him that she could not entirely pinpoint the source of. Bobby was talkative and usually in good spirits. He was always happy to talk about baking and music with Y/N once they’d found out they shared the common interest. 

Jax only came to discuss business with Nero and Y/N hated to admit that he still made her feel suspicious though he’d been polite to her and willing to help Nero out here and there. She’d held the criticism in due to Jax’s willingness to work with Nero on a few favors.

It was the man who usually accompanied Jax that made Y/N feel the most conflicted.

Chibs Telford was an odd one.

His brothers had been perfectly delighted to take advantage of the services the escorts at Diosa offered. They got discounted rates due their partnership with Nero, and Y/N had to think they were taking far too full advantage of those discounted rates.

Chibs had seemed uninterested in the services offered at Diosa though. He might hit up the bar and have a fat glass of expensive scotch, but she did not see him take up any offers of the massages offered by Diosa’s attractive female employees.

Y/N could admit she’d found herself observing the Scotsman far more than she would ever openly admit. 

She’d noticed that he always arrived with Jax and he usually always seemed to be watching over the man. If Jax went to chat with Nero; Chibs was close by. 

She spotted the kutte Chibs wore and patch worn on Chibs’ right side: SGT AT ARMS.

She knew nothing of what the title meant, but by her observations she’d assumed that perhaps the patch signified that Chibs had the duty of playing bodyguard to Jax Teller which would explain why he always looked as though he had an eye out for possible threats.

Much to her shock and annoyance Chibs had seemed to take notice of Y/N as well.

She could admit she’d been annoyed the first time he had made it clear that he had very much taken notice of her.

He had pulled up a desk chair and sat by her side at the front desk interrupting her work to speak. “Ye always look serious. Ye always got the slightest frown on yer face, like yer mad at the monitor yer starin at.”

She’d raised a well manicured brow at the comment, unable to keep the irritation from her voice. “How else am I supposed to look when I’m working? Maybe I’m frowning because I have a lot of work to do.”

“Aye, fair point…and what are ye workin on at the moment?” Chibs dared to ask, taking a slow sip from the glass of scotch he’d been holding leaning in far too close to her.

She’d ignored the realization that he actually smelled kind of pleasant; leather, cigarettes, the slight hint of the scotch he was drinking, a rich woodsy smell that she was sure might be cedar, and a hint of citrus.

She shrugged her shoulders hoping her avoidance of even glancing his way would deter him from continuing this conversation. “Schedules. Have to keep everyone’s appointments and availability on track.”

“So, ye jus do reception work here? I never see ye away from this desk.” Chibs dared to ask, still remaining far too close to her for her sanity.

The words left her lips sounding harsher than she meant for them to be as she practically snapped at him. “I don’t play the companion game, not anymore. That part of me is not for sale, not to anyone…not even you. So, don’t even ask for me.”

She took a deep breath taking notice of the fact that Chibs jerked away from her just the slightest the edge behind her voice taking him off guard. 

He spoke after a moment of silence, seeming to find the right words. “I wasn’ askin fer yer services, Love. Jus’ feelin bored waitin on Jackie Boy to get done talkin with Nero. Thought I’d find conversation with someone who wasn’t lookin to make a buck off me.”

She cleared her throat at the comment the pet name love making her heart do a strange flutter that she was certain she did not approve of. “You aren’t looking for a good time with one of our girls? I heard Uma does a peppermint blowjob.”

He smirked at the comment he quick to reply. “Not interested, tend to like my mint blowjobs in a non-transactional setting.”

He paused clearing his throat. “Not that I’m a cheap bastard, jus’ not interested in gettin my dick wet fer a price. Doesn’ seem like it’d satisfy me when it's all said and done.”

“Even for the discounted rate Nero’s been giving you boys? Pretty sure your friends are taking full advantage of that perk. I do the books and have noticed just how many services your brothers are booking.” Y/N dared to ask, hating to admit that this conversation was interesting to her.

She rarely met men who would not trip over themselves to get laid by a high class companion. The fact that Chibs was not tempted by the availability of the services offered at Diosa intrigued her. 

Chibs took a long sip of his scotch, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke. “Nah, not my thing. The lads are enjoyin that perk a wee bit too much. Can’t say we’re a crowd that practices abstaining from indulgence though, Love.”

She parted her lips to respond to the comment but had not the chance as Jax reappeared from Nero’s office nodding to Chibs. “We gotta go, man.”

Chibs gave her a smile that read as far too flirty and confident for her liking as he spoke to her. “I’ll see ye round, Lass.”

She hated to admit that she was looking forward to seeing him around.

The visits after that had continued with the same pattern; Chibs sat at her desk insisting he was looking for conversation.

She’d been surprised to find that the conversation had come easily. It was unexpected given her past. She’d not always found that talking with men was something that she felt completely at ease with. Chibs was easy to feel at ease with.

The change in the odd friendship they’d developed had come when she’d gotten a flat tire. Chibs had just so happened to be around at the time and had insisted that her car would be towed by TM Auto and that he would personally provide her with a ride home.

Along with the ride home had been an offer for dinner at a nearby diner and despite her kneejerk reaction to tell him no, she’d accepted the dinner offer.

She’d been stunned as she’d opened up to him the words falling from her lips between slow bites of the fries she’d been eating.

“Nero found me almost eight years ago. I got picked up with one of his girls. I’d been in the game since I was barely eighteen…long story short I was young and naive enough not to see the red flags when the charming boyfriend I had acquired turned out to be a less charming pimp. I came from the foster system…my parents were not around and I had no real family…so, it was easy to fall into the life. At the time I figured my boyfriend was all I had and this was a chance to make money…even though it was not something I enjoyed. Things were violent and volatile at best. My boyfriend didn’t quite take care to really screen the guys he set me up with. I’m amazed I survived it all. I was involved with that path for a couple of years. I was barely twenty one when I got arrested and met Nero. The girl I got picked up with, Nero’s girl, she talked praises about her boss and insisted he was different from most of the guys running girls in Northern Cali. She talked about this companion business he’d started up…she talked about how he didn’t put his girls on the street, he set em up in much nicer digs, made them feel like they had control over their work. She was only out at that shit hotel with me because Nero couldn’t stop his girls from doing independent work…he was not amused by her independent work to say the least. When Nero showed up to bail her out, he also bailed me out.”

She paused, her stomach turning avoiding Chibs’ gaze. She felt a sense of anxiety wash over her; she was not entirely inclined to share the story with many people. “He got me talking, I opened up to him about how things had been for me…I was surprised he seemed upset by my experiences thus far. He explained to me that what had been happening to me was unacceptable…that it didn’t have to be like that. I, uh, I kind of fell apart on him. I admitted I wanted out. I was exhausted but too weak and scared shitless to get out on my own. I never wanted to be in the life to begin with. I still don’t know why, but he found use for me. He realized I was smart enough to not only do books for Diosa but to manage the administrative work he didn’t care to deal with. He encouraged me to find my own path. He promised me I didn’t have to sell myself and he kept that promise. He’s looked out for me, taken me under his wing. He feels more like family at this point. I like working for him; I’m thankful he still found use for me outside of companion work. I have zero interest in reentering that line of work ever again. I don’t care how desperate I get in my life…I will never sell my body again. I can’t be that weak and afraid ever again.”

She’d expected Chibs to bolt from the table upon hearing this information. So, imagine her shock when his hand had slid across the table caressing hers.

She’d been dumbfounded when Chibs’ fingers had laced with hers the words leaving him. “I promise ye, ye won’ ever have to reenter that life. Ye don’ have a reason to be afraid. I’ll make sure of that.”

Y/N had been stunned to realize she believed him.

There had been a shared kiss at the end of that night and much to Y/N’s shock the kiss had remained chaste. He’d kissed her so delicately as though she was the most fragile being on the planet to him.

She was certain no one had ever kissed her that gently before in her entire life.

The real change to their relationship had come a few months after that diner conversation and their first kiss.

There had been plenty of shared soft kisses between them after that night, but they’d not gone much further. 

It seemed that he’d sensed that she was a little wary of men at least when it came to experiencing that activity with men. Her past prior to Nero had left her feeling skittish and much to her relief Chibs had proven to be a patient man.

A new client to Diosa had not quite gotten the memo that Y/N was not available for any services.

Chibs had sensed something was wrong the second he’d entered Diosa and spotted the woman he had grown quite fond of.

Usually the sight of her in such a tight fitting little pink cocktail dress would have been pleasing to his senses. 

The man who had seemed to have cornered her at the bar though had made the sight of her in the cocktail dress seem less alluring.

The man was wearing a fine suit and was quite young looking. He was probably close to Y/N’s age. It was clear by the rolex watch on his wrist that he had money to spare. 

Chibs had practically marched over to the bar glaring down at the man who had cornered Y/N. He spoke nodding to her. “Ye okay, Lass?”

She parted her lips to speak but the man who had been just moments before harassing her turned his icy blue eyes up a Chibs a scoff leaving him “I was here first.”

Chibs glared down at him a bit astounded by the somewhat childish remark. “I wasn’ talkin to ye.”

The man didn’t sense the obvious aura of danger radiating off of Chibs because he spoke rolling his eyes. “Listen, Scotty, I approached her first. There’s plenty of whores around here to service you. Though by the looks of you, I don’t think you can afford it. This bitch is driving up a hard bargain. She keeps saying she's not for sale, but why the hell else is she here?”

“Ye watch yer fuckin mouth and leave her alone or I'm goin to beat yer face into this bar. She aint a companion.” Chibs snapped his hands clinching he trying to resist throwing the first punch.

The man let out an unamused chuckle at this. “You’re really threatening me over a whore? This some kind of white knight routine? Trust me man, she doesn’t need your protection.”

He paused a cruel smirk crossing his lips. “When I’m done with this pussy you can have it”

Chibs saw red reaching out at the words his hand pressing to the back of the man’s head. He slammed the man’s head down into the bar a sickening crack sounding out as the man’s nose was bent at an odd angle blood pooling from his nose.

He glared up at Chibs as he recovered from the shock. “You Son of a Bitch.”

He charged at Chibs not making it far as Chibs reacted by raising his fist delivering a harsh blow right square in the man’s clearly broken nose. 

The man howled out in pain he folding over clutching his nose the cartilage shattered.

Nero chose this moment to finally make his way out of the back office dumbfounded by the sight.

“What the hell is goin on here?”

Chibs spoke his voice harsh the words spilling form him. “I’m protectin my lass. Somethin ye shoulda been doin? Ye lettin slimy pricks in here and lettin em harass yer receptionist.”

Nero stared down at Y/N her voice soft she was a bit overwhelmed by the entire exchange she’d had with the man before Chibs had arrived. To be honest she'd found herself frozen in place until Chibs had arrived. The man who had been harassing her was all too like the men who she used to have to service back before she'd met Nero. Being around a man like that left her filled with dread to the point where she remained frozen in place unable to act or think.

“He kept trying to get me to tell him how much I wanted for my services. Kept waving the menu at me demanding I tell him how much he could get for each service from me. I tried to tell him I don’t do that…I tried to tell him I just work at the front desk. I just came to the bar to get ice for my drink. He told me I was lying, trying to get a bigger paycheck for my services. He kept throwing out prices at me and I kept telling him no, but he wasn’t listening.”

Chibs stepped aside stepping around the still pained man his hand reaching out to gently caress Y/N’s side his voice reassuring. “Ye told him no, Love. that shoulda been the only answer he needed.

She let out a shaky breath allowing him to embrace her she clinging to him tightly.

She took a deep breath daring to glance up at Nero though she did not pull from Chibs’ embrace. “Filip was just trying to look out for me. He saw I was afraid.”

Nero sighed running a hand along his face as he glanced at the still pain struck client. “Shit, I’ll take care of him.”

Chibs glared down at the man his voice harsh. “If he shows his face round her again, I’ll fuckin break somethin more painful than a nose.”

Nero held his hands up shaking his head. “No need to throw out threats. I said I’m going to take care of it.”

Y/N sighed pulling from Chibs her eyes spotting the dried blood caked across his knuckles. “Come on, I’ll help you get cleaned up.”

She didn’t speak again until she was pressing a soft damp cloth to Chibs knuckles her voice soft. “I just hope he doesn’t report us. I don’t want to be the reason for a damn raid.”

“Nero will take care of it, Lass.” Chibs reassured her hating that she seemed to be blaming herself for any outcome that might come of this.

She sighed shaking her head shame washing over her. “You didn’t have to hit him.”

“Aye, I did.” Chibs remarked furrowing his brow dumbfounded by the comment. What did she mean he didn't have to hit him? As though he should have stood by and let him harass her?

She sighed again a tight pained smile crossing her features. “He didn’t lie…I’m a whore, or I used to be…I mean, I work in the company of them. So, I might as well be one. So, he didn’t lie.”

Chibs was fast to speak his hand reaching out to press to her cheek the words certain. “Ye hated doin that line of work, Love. I ain't goin to sit back and let some prick call ye that word when I know it's a word that fills ye with nothin but pain. I know yer past filled ye with so much sorrow. Ye work so hard fer Nero and yer proud of the work ye do here. Ye keep this place runnin fer him. Yer more than what ye use to do almost a decade ago. Ye don’ do that type of work anymore. Ye told me ye’d never sell yer body again. I aint lettin anyone treat ye like ye can be bought. I know ye only wanna give that part of yerself to someone who deserves it. It can't be bought. I ain' lettin' anyone treat ye like ye can be bought or disrespect ye in any way shape or form. I’m goin to protect ye.”

She felt the tears fall at the words she leaning up pressing her lips to his, the kiss growing deep.

She managed to speak her hands taking his as she lead him from the small kitchen area in the back rooms of Diosa towards one of the “therapy rooms” her voice soft. “I want you to show me, Filip. Show me how much you deserve that part of me.”

He moaned at the request fully content to give her exactly what she was asking for.

Y/N felt tears leak from the corners of her eyes at the memories. She could remember that night that she’d taken him back to the rooms usually used by the companions and demanded he show her that he deserved her body. 

He’d shown her that he deserved her ten-fold. 

He’d made love to her that night; it was something she’d never experienced before in her life. It was an experience she’d had many nights since then. Each time took her breath away. Each time she was reminded of how much she adored Chibs Telford.

He loved her. Though he’d not said the words yet out loud. She was certain of it. 

She felt a sob escape her the fear she might never experience his love ever again washing over her.

She did not want to live in a world where his love was not in her grasp.

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The firm knock awoke her, rousing her from sleep. She cringed at the massive hangover that felt as though it was tap dancing on her brain.

She groaned, her mouth feeling sticky, a terrible taste on her tongue.

She felt bile rise in her throat, she shoving it down refusing to vomit.

She stared up at the ceiling in taking her a long while to gather the energy to get up from her sofa.

She glared at the vodka bottle on the coffee table as though it was solely responsible for all of life’s problems.

She stood up her feet padding across the carpet as she spoke her voice tense. “Keep your damn pants on, I’m coming.”

She peered through the peep hole to her apartment, the sight of her visitor making tears leak from her eyes before she could stop them.

She flung the door open, she practically falling into his arms full sobs leaving her.

Chibs held her against him allowing her to fall apart against him shaking sobs leaving her. He ran a hand up and down her back whispering soothing words to her.

She finally pulled back from him just enough to speak. “Are you real?”

He snorted at the comment, taking him off guard. “I think so.”

She let out a shaky breath fast to speak a million questions dancing through her head. “How did you get away?”

“Fuckin prick glocked me in the back of the head with the butt of his gun. Had me down on me knees in the middle of fuckin nowhere. I thought he was goin to execute me righ then and there, but someone started hokin their horn…he had a ride come fer him. He was on the damn cell all the entire time talkin to someone…Clay maybe, I don’ know. I guess he decided catchin his ride was more important than killin me.” Chibs explained a chill running down her spine.

He ran a hand up and down her back, his voice soft and reassuring. “I’m okay, all in one piece.”

She stared up at him, her brow furrowing. “How’d you get here?”

“Fuckin trucker found me lyin in a pool of my own blood. Took me to the ER to get stitched up. Told em I picked up a hitchhiker in Nero’s truck and the bastard robbed me. Gave a vague description of my hitchhiker. It’s fine.” He reassured her not shocked by the small frown that crossed her features at his insistence that it was fine.

She spoke not caring if she was possibly risking smothering him. “Let me see.”

He sighed leaning down parting his hair just enough to let her see the stitches on the back of his head. 

She spoke her voice small. “Jesus, Filip.”

“I’m okay. I promise.” He reassured her, straightening back up keeping the reminder of what had happened to him out of her gaze.

She shook her head her voice soft. “Your head tells a different story.”

“Aye, I know. I’m hardheaded though luckily enough. So, I’m gonna fare well.” He insisted his arms wrapping back around her, holding her close.

She spoke, sinking against his hold, needing to say the words. “You could have died, Filip.”

“Aye, I know. I know, Love. I could die everyday. It’s the life I chose.” He insisted, hating that the words could not bring her comfort though they were the truth. It was a harsh reality that he could not hide from.

She spoke her eyes watering needing to say the words though she’d never worked up the nerve to say them. “You could have died and I would have not had the chance to tell you that I love you.”

Chibs felt the breath leave his body at the statement. He allowed it to wash over him, the realization that she loved him making him feel warm and secure.

He spoke the words leaving him without fear. “When the slimy bastard had me down on my knees…when I thought I was done fer. I thought bout a lot of shite, my daughter, the club, my brothers, the choices I made…apologies fer all the shite I’ve done and all I’ve failed to do. I thought of ye too…thanked the lord fer bringin ye into my life…said my thanks fer lettin me have ye. Prayed ye’d be okay without me.”

“I wouldn’t be okay without you. I was so scared, Filip. I was certain you’d die. I was so mad at Jax that he wouldn't go after you. I told Nero that I would never forgive him if you died.” She exclaimed, soaking up his words he pressing a kiss to her temple, whispering soft reassurances that he was okay.

He placed a hand against her cheek, the words leaving him. “I love ye. I wish it hadn’t taken me getting smacked over the head with a gun by a greasy prick fer me to have the nerve to say the words.”

He pressed his lips to hers, the kiss brief before he spoke again. “I love ye Mo leannan. I promise ye that. Ye got no reason to be afraid with me, I got ye.”

She clung to him the words leaving her, she was certain of them. “That goes both ways Filip. You have no reason to be afraid with me either. I have you too.”

He held on to her so tight that it almost hurt he whispered soft words to her, the words intelligible between kisses to her skin.

She closed her eyes, soaking up the kisses and the promises behind them.

She might have been wary of the Scotsman when Nero had first brought SAMCRO into her world.

Y/N knew though that Filip Chibs Telford was her world. She had never known love before him. She would do whatever it took to give him that love in return.

She knew that he not only deserved her body, but her heart as well. She could not think of anyone else who would be more deserving of her heart than Chibs Telford.