#work dog jax (golden)

[stonedopossums]

peregrine and some of his friends :)

[nowherestogo]

okay i have a matty thought

(i wasnt going to post this but i saw @yarasdead’s post and i want to contribute to this)

we’ve all agreed that he secretly loves his partner’s girly pop music. BUT have we talked about how he would LOVE your girly reality shows. i just KNOW this man would eat up vanderpump rules and maybe a real housewives.

you put on vanderpump from the beginning to have a rewatch. he makes a disgusted face and makes a comment about how he thinks this is dumb. BUT BY SEASON 2, THIS MAN IS INVESTED!!! he is a tom sandoval HATER!!!! when tom finally admits that he and ariana made out at the golden nugget he goes on a rant about how he KNEW tom cheated.

if you’re at work, or he’s on the road he’ll text you like:

“MIAMI GIRL??!!” “he definitely fucked miami girl babe”

“did jax REALLY say he’s the number one guy in the group?!”

but he will not admit he liked the show. he’ll hum the tune of good as gold or the theme song and you just knew he loved the show.

im just picturing you, him, and the dogs all snuggled up watching katie and tom’s wedding and him tearing up (their wedding is my favorite wedding on the show) but tried to hide it by faking a yawn.

AND WHEN STASSI STARTS DATING BEAU HE’LL SAY SHIT LIKE “am i your beau?” BC MATT JUST GETS YOU LIKE NO ONE ELSE JUST LIKE BEAU DOES WITH STASSI

UGHHHHHH I LOVE SOFT MATTY WHO LOVES THE THINGS YOU LOVE 🥹🥹

[thetaintedandtheforgotten]

"Justice is a weapon. It can be used to cause harm, but it cannot protect or save others."

Hi!! I'm Antag/Jack, but any of my kin names work!!

I made this account to post about alterhumanity, specifically fictionkins since I am a polyfictionkin, I'll make a list of all my types below!

The theme of this account will change often!! Depending on whatever ID/Permashift is strongest

CURRENT THEME: NIKOLAI BSD

It/Void/Gut/Gore/Rot/Pop/He. NEVER use They/Them for me, She/Her in a masculine way but ONLY for certain kinshifts divers used made by @/abyslita!!

HIGH KINS / IDs (Doubles DNI/IWEC IF YOU'RE CLOSE TO ME)

- Michael Afton (Teen, Pre-Scoop, Post-Scoop etc etc) from the Five Nights at Freddy's franchise. [PERMASHIFT] - Laughing Jack from Creepypasta [PERMASHIFT] - Serial Designation N from Murder Drones - Nikolai Gogol from Bungo Stray Dogs - Atsushi Nakajima from Bungo Stray Dogs - Chuuya Nakahara from Bungo Stray Dogs - Lacey from Laceygames - Foxy from Five Nights at Freddy's franchise - Gregory from FNAF: Security Breach - The Crying Child/Chris Afton from Five Nights at Freddy's franchise - Kaito from Vocaloid - Johnny from Life Eater - Mike Schmidt from the FNAF Movie - Flowerfell Frisk from Flowerfell - Ivan Goncharov from Bungou Stray Dogs - 15!Dazai Osamu from Bungou Stray Dogs - Mario from Super Mario Bros. Franchise (All versions) - Sonic the Hedgehog from Sonic the Hedgehog Franchise (All versions) - Shadow the Hedgehog from Sonic the Hedgehog Franchise (Sonic Boom, Sonic movies, Sonic X) - Fran Bow from Fran Bow

Other kins in no particular order (Ask if I'm okay with doubles)

- Chara from Undertale - Rosalina from Super Mario Bros. Franchise (All versions) - Sherlock Holmes from the BBC Series Sherlock - Venti from Genshin Impact - Bram Stoker from BSD - Fyodor Dostoevsky from BSD (An AU where he joined the Agency) - Ouchi Fukuchi from Bungou Stray Dogs - Bloody Painter from Creepypasta - Eyeless Jack from Creepypasta - King Dice from Cuphead (Videogame specifically) - Mugman from Cuphead (Videogame and TV Show) - Kajii Motojirō from BSD - Jax from The Amazing Digital Circus - Bubble from The Amazing Digital Circus - Serial Designation J from Murder Drones - Dazai Osamu from Bungou Stray Dogs - Lucy Carlyle from Lockwood and Co. - Fukase from Vocaloid - Serial Designation V from Murder Drones - Vaggie from Hazbin Hotel - William Afton from the Five Night's at Freddy's Franchise - William Afton/Steve Raglan from the FNAF Movie - Nico Di Angelo from PJO - Sayori from Doki Doki Literature Club - Pomni from The Amazing Digital Circus - Officer Vanessa from FNAF Security Breach - Sigma from Bungou Stray Dogs - Henry Stein from BATDR/BATIM - Alice Angel from BATIM - Boris the Wolf from BATIM - The Joker from DC Comics/Movies/Shows (I kin every Joker ever) - Harley Quinn from DC Comics/Movies/Shows (I kin ever Harley ever) - The Mad Hatter from DC Comics - Pennywise from IT Chapter 1 and 2 - Wooly the Sheep from Amanda the Adventurer - Baymax from Big Hero Six - Girlfriend from Friday Night Funkin - All Nightguards from FNAF - Swansea from Mouthwashing - Kinich from Genshin Impact - Blade from Honkai Star Rail - Alastor from Hazbin Hotel - Husk from Hazbin Hotel - Flowey the Flower from Undertale - Socks from Bluey - Chilli From Bluey - Pocoyo from Pocoyo

Theriotypes: - Raccoon - German Shepard - Golden retriever - Black bunny - Lemon Shark - Kitten

Otherkin types: - Marionette / Puppet - Computer Glitch - Computer Malware - Ghost - Vampire (Permashift) - Porcelain Doll - Zombie - Fallen angel - Ragdoll - Demon - Broken/Malfunctioning Android

Conceptkin types: - Abstraction (From TADC) - Puppet of Insanity - Corruption/Corrupted - Manipulated and Blinded - Forgotten and faded - Abandoned and left for dead - The Sacrificial Lamb for Slaughter

DNIs can be found on my main blog: @aredeemantagonist

Be nice, have fun!!

will occasionally use a typing quirk for certain shifts (always will provide translation)

[fdsfdsfsdfs]

only good thing about jackson ? his dog

[cockatrice-writers-guild]

My ocs and the animals that represent them cuz I've been thinking about it alot lately

Mia is mostly a black cat (unlucky + Wet Cat of a woman) and a little bit of a bull (hot headed) while Jax is an even mix of a peacock (gaudy, kind of an asshole) and a golden retriever (extremely accommodating and friendly to a fault. Any dog would do here but the golden retriever is The Good Boy and Jax has blonde hair and likes gold so it works out)

Syren is a mouse (quiet + panicky + has a lot of grit + I have the same condition as her and one of my teachers nicknamed me mouse (affectionate) in school) and Thaddeus is a hyena (Dog personality + The Laugh + the bad rep they get)

Machiko is a mix of shiba inu (general excitement, friendliness and optimism) and a mule because she is Very Stubborn. Taro is a seal cuz This:

Rainer is a horse cuz of how horses are perceived (powerful, majestic, put together) vs what they actually are (Nervous, kind of a bitch, would probably die pretty easily). Ivy is a monitor lizard cuz That's The Vibe

Flower is a spider cuz she's literally a jorogumo and I think it fits and on account of how Normal Payton is, I think they might just straight up be a human

[animalhumanemn]

I feel so strongly about adoption. I adopted a cat 10 years ago. He is now 16 and still as mean as he was the day I got him. However, there is never a dull moment with him. He (Chino) certainly has a mind of his own and oftentimes the topic of conversation when discussing his many victims he has taken over the years. I adopted my German Shepherd, Wally, from the Golden Valley location of Animal Humane Society back in 2017. He was surrendered by an owner at seven months and nine days old. Wally was the best dog. He had the sweetest demeanor. He came with some training and was a fast learner! Wally loved everyone. Wally and I shared the love of running around the lake. The second I started lacing up my shoes, he was there spinning in circles of excitement. We had a spot we stopped at during our run to admire the view and appreciate nature. Wally passed away a few months ago at age four and a half. I was absolutely devastated. Wally put up a good fight, but eventually his kidneys gave out. He will forever remain in my heart. It wasn't long after Wally passed that I found myself again at the Golden Valley location of Animal Humane Society. Without Wally around, the house felt so quiet and empty. I couldn't stand it! I started searching online for rescues. It didn't take long until I stumbled upon Jax. He was listed as a 6-month-old German Shepherd/Pyrenees mix. I jumped into my car and headed to Animal Humane Society to meet Jax. He was definitely a BIG puppy! I took him outside for a walk and he plopped down on my lap. He stole my heart at that moment for that is exactly how my first encounter with Wally went. I have had Jax for about three months now. I am not going to lie, he is A LOT of work. Yet, very rewarding. Jax is my little shadow. When I take a shower, he is IN the shower. When I am lounging on the couch, he is right there laying on my belly. Mind you, Jax is now 80 lbs and still growing! Jax is not a runner like my Wally was, but Jax is there for me in other ways. No dog can replace Wally, but I know when it comes to dogs, I have a lot of love to give. 

— Katie

[ladyreapermc]

Fic: Surprise Party (Chibs Telford x Reader)

Summary: A  party thrown at the clubhouse has more than a few surprises for you.

Pairing: Filip “Chibs” Telford x F!Reader

Wordcount: 1,5k

Warnings: Really cheesy fluff and my bad attempt of writing in Scottish accent. Apologies in advance.

You weren’t really expecting the party waiting for you when you got to the clubhouse. Then again, wasn’t that the point of a surprise party after all?

You had started your day not really expecting to have to use the brand-new license to practice law you got just last week. And for the most part, it had been a pretty uneventful occasion until right around the time you were about to clock out and Jax called.

There was urgency in his voice as he begged you to head to the sheriff’s station because Tig got into a fight with the owner of a dog fight rink and both men had been taken downtown. You didn’t doubt his story even for a second. Picking up your keys and bag and heading straight to the precinct.  

When you got there, Jax was already waiting outside with a very well composed Tig. Maybe that should have been your first clue that something was off because if he was already gonna post bail, why did he even call in the first place?

You didn’t have time to really consider it because Jax just loaded Tig into the passenger seat of your car and asked you to head to TM. 

You planned to just drop Tig off and head home. You had been working crazy hours, plus studying hard for the test and you were in serious need of some sleep.

“Come on, honey. Let me buy a beer to say thank you,” Tig asked once you pulled up into the lot of the auto shop.

“I didn’t even do anything,” you replied, but for a grown man, Tig’s puppy dog eyes were quite effective.

“One beer,” you sighed in defeat, turning off the engine. You stepped out of the car and followed Tig inside, nearly jumping out of your skin as everyone yelled surprise once the two of you walked into the clubhouse.

Everyone seemed to be there: Gemma, Tara, and her boys. Lyla, Nero, and the rest of the Sons, Chucky, and even some of your friends that didn’t really have anything to do with the MC but made an exception for today and stood awkwardly among the bikers.

Over the wall of mugshots there was a huge congratulations banner and bellow it a table with enough food to feed an army.

“Surprised?” Tig asked, an arm thrown over your shoulders. 

You just chuckled and nodded, still speechless as he pressed a kiss to your cheek and let you greet everyone else properly.

“Congratulations, darlin’,” Jax said pulling you into a warm hug. “Now it’s your job to make sure these mug shots don’t get updated.”

You laughed along with him before letting someone else drag you to the side for a hug and a toast and by the time you managed to reach Gemma, you already had two beers and three whiskey shots that people keep shoving in your hands as you passed them by, along with some food.

“Thanks for all of this,” you said, letting the matriarch of the MC pull you into a hug.

“You’re welcome, baby. It was well deserved,” she kissed your cheek. “But I can’t take all the credit. It was Chibs’ idea.”

You gave her a confused look once she let you go, which she replied with a knowing smirk as she gestured to a point behind you where the Scot was drinking alone by the bar, watching the proceedings.

It was because of Chibs that you met the MC in the first place. He had been in a bar just outside town when your stupid little brother decided it was a good idea to pick a fight while drunk with a few guys double his size. 

Chibs didn’t even know him but had his back, during the altercation and they all got arrested that night. When your brother called you to post his bail, he told you about the other man and you got him out too. After that, you ended up staying close to SAMCRO. 

You had no family besides your younger brother and Gemma took a liking to both of you, taking you under her wing. And since your brother started prospecting, you decided to help out in smaller legal issues when needed. Making sure everyone stayed out of jail.

For a badass gang of dangerous bikers, the Sons were a lot of fun. They took care of their own and for the first time since your parents passed away, you felt like you belonged somewhere. 

And if you favored the attention of one particular VP, with his deep brown eyes, smokey accent, and Glasgow smile, people didn’t seem to notice.

Or maybe they did, if Gemma was any indication, but didn’t comment on it.

You moved towards Chibs, offering him a wide smile, which he returned with one of his own. The sight of it made your heart race and your palms sweat and you tried to dry them as discreetly as possible in your jeans before taking a seat on the stool next to him.

“Congratulations, lass.” He raised his glass to you.

“Thank you and thanks for the party. Gemma said it was your idea.”

“Nah. Just said it would be a good idea,” he waved off your words, looking away from you for a moment and you wished his presence didn’t make you so tongue-tied. “Bu’ I got ye somethin’,” he said, setting his glass down once it was empty and gestured for you to follow him.

You had never been back here before but you knew the some of the guys had small apartments here for whenever they were too tired to go home after a job or too drunk after a celebration. 

Chibs led you to his, and if your heart was already racing before, now it felt like it was about to burst from your chest. The room was nothing special, just a bed pushed against the wall, a writing desk and chair, and a dresser. Too many pictures of almost naked women posing on Harleys, and a small cabinet with a few other essentials.

You stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, fidgeting with the hem of your jacket while Chibs dug something out of a drawer. It seemed to take forever until he finally turned around to face you and you didn’t think you ever saw him looking nervous, but he looked as bad as you felt.

“‘t’s nothing fancy or anythin’” he started, taking a step closer. “But I saw it and thought of ye. The lass in the shop said you can exchange it if ye dinna like it…”

He offered you a small gift-wrapped box in hand and you took it with shaky fingers and a trembling smile as you undid the bow on top and opened the lid.

You let out a small gasp at the sight that greeted you: a delicate golden necklace rested inside, the pendant a golden justice scale, and a small pink stone. It was gorgeous and so thoughtful and when you glanced up at Chibs again, he seemed to be looking at anything but you.

“It’s beautiful, Filip,” your voice was barely above a whisper and it might be the first time you ever used his given name, but it felt so right. “Thank you.”

“Ye’re welcome, love,” he breathed out, relieved, his smile a little more certain.

“Help me put it on?” You asked, taking the delicate chain out of the box and offering to him before turning around and pushing your hair away from your neck.

His scent surrounded you as Chibs stepped closer, bringing the necklace around your throat, his hands rough and warm, but so very gentle against your nape and goosebumps raised in your arms.

“There ye go,” he spoke once the clasp was closed and you turned around to face him, the pendant resting just below the hollow of your throat and his warm brown eyes lingered there for a few seconds.

“I really love it,” you whispered, touching the scale for a second before your hand moved to his chest, holding yourself steady as you raised to your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his scarred cheek.

“Good,” Chibs spoke, his voice rougher, lower and you could feel the thundering of his heart against your hand and the hitch of his breath as you moved your lips closer to the corner of his mouth.

He turned his head slightly and his mouth was against yours, brushing so softly. It was a barely-there touch but it was enough to send sparks of excitement through your body and you couldn’t wait for it to be more.

Before it could, the door busted open making you both jump apart and look over startled. It was one of your friends and by the looks of it, she was completely wasted.

“Ops! Thought it was the restroom,” she slurred, her lips shifting into a smirk as she glanced between your and Chibs. “Carry on.”

She slipped out as fast as she stumbled in and just as unsteadily. A second later, you heard a crash and sighed regretfully.

“I better get out there and make sure she doesn’t cause some serious damage,” you said. “But to be continued?”

“Whenever ye want, love,” Chibs smiled at you. “Ye know where I’ll be.”

xxx

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[neighborhood-goblin]

Lmao remember that COF College AU

Finally decided majors and details for some of the characters I plan to include XD

My first time using a cut lol

Tristan

Business Major 

Cassian absolutely wants him to inherit the family business

Tris isn’t so thrilled by that

Sev and him are roommates

Neither of them can cook anything other than ramen or pizza rolls

Sometimes they order pizza

Disaster bi on so many levels

Went to one GSA club meeting but then noped right back into the closet

Not out to Cassian or most of his friends yet

The only person who knows is Sev

Has a brown tabby cat named Rex

duh

lmao going back through there’s like nothing here

they def got longer as they went on

Nyk

Linguistics, Interpretation, and Translation Major

(In HOF she is really interested in the Pyrean language and lore so I thought it fit)

Was homeless for a while

Ran away as soon as she graduated high school

(She couldn’t be around Val any longer)

Applied for a lot of scholarships and was able to gather enough money to attend college

Roommates with Sparrow

Helps Sparrow get to her classes sometimes

Elliot, Riella, and Kade come over to their dorm a lot

Elliot cooks for them

Probs gonna be bi and genderfluid in this au

Has a calico cat named Xephyra 

Phyrie for short 

Is a part of the GSA club

The GSA club consists of Anders, Elliot, Sparrow, and Kade

Sev

Fine Arts Major

Is really good at drawing but also likes painting and sculpting, too

Roommates with Tristan

Would rather die than ask Tris to get something off of a high shelf for him

He’s 5′3″ (160.02 cm)

Def petite

Tris put a whiteboard on the fridge to write shopping lists on but now they both just use it to write notes to each other

“Saw u staring at Nyk earlier HMMMMMM”

“stfu like you weren’t ogling that dude she was with”

Disaster gay but everyone just assumes he’s straight like ????

After his parents died he bounced around a few foster homes but was adopted by a doctor named Hestia when he was fifteen

He loves his mama and visits her on weekends

The food he brings back to the dorm is the only good stuff he and Tris ever eat

Knows Kade but only a little

All of my modern Sev hcs still apply

Kade

Veterinary Medicine Major

Shares the same major as Sparrow and they’re decent friends

He helps Sparrow get to the classes they share when Nyk can’t

Loves animals and is planning to adopt a doggie soon

Roommates with Elliot and Riella

He lived in a really crappy place before he became friends with Riella

The sibs invited him to move in with them (Kade also obviously helps with rent)

Became good friends with Nyk and he and the sibs spend a lot of time at her/his dorm

Used to shadow Hestia at the clinic (before he decided he wanted to be a vet and not a people doctor) and she gushed all the time about her son 

He met Sev and def thinks Sev is adorable 

Has also seen Sev around campus but hasn’t worked up the courage to talk to him yet

Demi and gay

Is a part of the GSA club

Thinks Anders is funny

Almost no one agrees

Elliot 

Culinary Arts Major

Idk it just came to me and I was like “might as well”

Cooks for Riella, Kade, Nyk, and Sparrow regularly

Has a golden retriever named Jax

Jax is crazy

He gets the zoomies

Jax is usually wary of strangers but he’s warmed up to Riella, Kade, Nyk, and is close with Sparrow

Aroace

Attends GSA

Regularly tells Anders where he can shove his musical numbers and snide comments

Roommates with Riella and Kade

Took online classes until Riella graduated so they could move together

Met Kade through Riella

Can’t handle spicy food and is appalled by the fact that Kade, Riella, and Sparrow are all fueled by eating the spiciest things possible

Refuses to eat anything with pepper on it, but keeps a shaker for his friends and sister

Nyk and him bond over being unable to tolerate anything hotter than a hot tamale candy

Likes driving

Owns a minivan

It’s unclear as to why he needs a minivan he just has one

He named it Elliot jr. as a joke once but now no one lets him forget it

Is super ultimate BFFs with Sparrow

Helps her around campus when Nyk and Kade can’t

Sparrow 

Veterinary Medicine Major

Nyk, Kade, and Elliot help her around campus (still blind and thriving)

Owns a parrot named Chirp and guide dog that everyone is 95% sure is just a wolf that Sparrow illegally bought a service animal vest for

No one knows the name of the dog

Sparrow claims that Chirp can talk but only does it in front of her

Sometimes Elliot will also claim that he’s heard Chirp talk but no one can tell if he’s telling the truth or not (He’s not even sure at this point)

Lesbian ace and is highkey dating Riella 

Elliot pretends it annoys him but secretly he’s thrilled because he adores the both of them (he’d never reveal this but Sparrow knows anyway)

Attends GSA

Brings her animals

Chirp usually just sits on her shoulder, and the dog at her feet

Has super unruly hair

Only a select few are permitted to touch it: Elliot, Riella, and Nyk

Nyk will braid it sometimes, but Sparrow usually likes to have it free 

Roommates with Nyk

Nyk decorated their room super cute, fairylights strung all around it and polaroids on the walls (though I guess she can’t see them rip)

Nyk loves Sparrow’s animals, and the animals get a long great with Phyrie (except for one time that Phyrie attacked Chirp but that doesn’t happen anymore)

Riella 

Dance Major

Not much is known about Riella but I just thought this’d be a cool major for her

idk she gives off ballerina vibes for some reason

Sapphic and dating Sparrow

Roommates with Elliot and Kade

All three of them share a bookshelf and love talking about books

They also play video games a lot together

Minecraft is not a competition but do not play with the three of them they will win

They share an ACNH island on the switch they pooled money for

Loves having her hair in french braids

Nyk usually braids it for her before classes

Ig Nyk just braids everyone’s hair smh

Wears rompers everywhere

Met Kade when a creepy dude approached her on her way to a class and Kade pretended to know her to get her away from the creepy dude

He started walking her to that class just in case and they became friends

Anders

Performing Arts Major

Super dramatic and way into theater

Has been out of the closet for years as genderqueer and pan (Prefers he/him pronouns; he’s used them all his life and he’s used to them)

Goes to GSA club and loves telling obnoxious stories

Has hinted at being in a relationship but no one knows who it is, and the club tries to find out sometimes (It’s Latham)

Grew up with Latham and they started dating when they were seventeen

Latham isn’t out of the closet yet, so he asked Anders to keep it a secret

Anders doesn’t mind at all, he’s just happy to be with the boy he loves :)

Was a part of marching band in high school, and still practices his trumpet in his free time

Regularly texts everyone a gross amount of emojis 

Latham and him moved in together when they graduated and started going to college

Latham does all the cooking

The last time Anders attempted to cook anything, the pan caught on fire (the cooking pan not Anders) (XDDD) (I think I’m hilarious) 

He’s not allowed to cook anymore

They each have their own beds but usually sleep in the same one when they don’t have guests (they are both huge cuddlers) (Anders is the little spoon)

Has a pet snake because he lives to be extra (It’s a ball python)

(I can’t remember what Anders’ phoenix is named so the snake is nameless for now)

Latham

Pre-Law Studies Major

Wants to become a lawyer

Absolutely talks crap about everyone he knows with Anders

Identifies as queer but is closeted

His family are all very religious and anti-LGBTQ+ so he’s scared to come out to them

The only person who knows is Anders

His father in particular scares him

His dad really doesn’t approve of Latham being ‘friends’ with Anders, ever since Anders came out publicly

Is decent at cooking (nowhere near as good as Elliot)

Doesn’t have a lot of friends

Kind of knows Tristan and Elliot but not really

Has a Pomeranian named Xane

He’s obsessed w/ little dogs 

[jaxteller87]

my little empath 2

The rumbling of the engine died down as Jax got off his bike, shaking his hair after taking off his helmet. Even though the weather was pleasant, he still found the front of his hairline matted with sweat. “Honey, " he looked around the oddly empty space of his house. Just as he was about to call out her name again, his eyes caught the sight of her lying outside on the back deck. "Amber?" he looked at her questioning. Her golden hair formed a halo around her head as she laid facing the sun overhead. Her skin glistened under its rays, her eyes closed and a small white pebble place between her shapely brows. Their pets; Buttercup and Hazel, a gentle cat and a lively dog, laid beside her; sprawled out. "I can't do this, " she removed the stone from her forehead and sat up just as Jax plopped down beside her, "I feel stupid”. “I do feel better when I hold them in my hands, "

"What are these for?" he looked curiously at the array of stones that laid in front of them. "These help me stay grounded, " she pointed at the stones, "Years ago, when I first found out that I was an empath, I started to carry them around. Initially, it was a bit overwhelming because being an empath isn't only about having a special connection with animals but they also tend to absorb all human emotions; good, bad and everything in between “A beat of silence passed between them as Jax stared at Amber with adoration. "What?" she chuckled, tucking back a lock of hair behind her ear. "Nothing, it's just seeing you open up and pour your heart out about something that you are so passionate about, " he laced his fingers through hers, "it just makes me happy”. He lifted her hand to his lips, giving her knuckles a gentle kiss, "Are you feeling overwhelmed again?”

 I’ve been having a hard time at work, being surrounded by so many people sometimes confuses me a bit, " she paused, looking down at their intertwined hands and admiring how perfectly they fit together. She let the feeling of warmth and trust wash over her before she spoke again, "I constantly have to remind myself that the emotions I'm feeling aren't my own".

 "I actually even took a salt bath the other night. That helped, " she smiled reassuringly.

"So, " he drawled, "that means you can sense my emotions too?"

 "I always have, " she nodded, "I even sense the kid's emotions but they are still too young. Their emotions are barely ever negative and even if they are, they are fleeting."

Their conversation carried on into the evening and as the sun began to slowly set, they decided it was high time to get back inside. Night soon rolled in and as the two laid in bed; their limbs intertwined under the sheets, Jax couldn't help but admire the way the sliver of moonlight shining through the curtain reflected off of Amber's eyes. He ran his hand through her hair, caressing her skin gently as he spoke, "So I did a bit of research into this empath thing of yours"

 "Yeah?" she slid her arms up and wrapped them around his neck."Mhm, I wanted to learn as much as I could, ""And what have you found out?

 "A smirk played on her lips as he pulled her body closer to his, "How they are in bed, "Laughter reverberated through the room as Amber threw her head back in glee, "And? Does it fit?"

 "Oh, it most definitely does. It fits some of the things that you do perfectly, "Amber snuggled closer to him, tucking her head under his chin, "I think that's the reason I cry sometimes after I have come down from the high, ""The emotions I feel are warm, loving and passionate, " she paced a quick peck on his exposed skin, "but they are A LOT on me, ""I wouldn't change it though, " she looked up into his eyes, "I wouldn't change it for anything in this world”. Jax enveloped her lips with his in a tender yet deep kiss. "The feeling of love and tenderness that radiates from you, " she smiled under his touch as he cupped her face, "it's wonderful”. “Sorry, " she chuckled, kissing the tip of his nose this a grin on her face, "That came out cheesier than I intended”.” It’s okay, " he whispered. His nose brushed hers lightly, his breath fanned over her mouth before he drew her in for a kiss.

"You're my little empath".

[shipsforeveryone]

XL Ship For Anon

Their Request - 

Hi! Can I request a ship for all of your fandoms. Males only please!

Oh and for the scenario - First Fight. For TVD?

I am a tall, curvy straight female with blonde hair and blue-green eyes.

I am introverted, intellectual, I have a bunch of interests and hobbies, which I tend to hyper fixate on. I am also a bit of a jack of all trades as I like to learn/teach myself how to do a wide variety of things.

I have a very idiosyncratic point of view, I'm bookish and very interested in history. I have a knack for accurately predicting the likelihood of the future. I tend to test people to see if I can trust them a lot but then I become a friend for life. Literally, a ride or die. I have hidden dimensions and intensity and they're hidden because I'm pretty withdrawn. Wanting to watch people from afar to see if I can even poke my head out of my shell around them.

I tend to act arrogant, cryptic, or cynical when afraid. I can be diplomatic and say things without saying them. I am defiant/rebellious towards authority and habitually find counterexamples to whatever others assert. Despite this attitude, I'm incredibly loyal, hardworking, ambitious, and very idealistic.

I struggle with ADHD, social anxiety, and paranoia. I can brood over injustices or entertain conspiracy theories. I am a bigger fan of sneaky vengeance over outright confrontation. I can be passive-aggressive and self-attacking. I love all animals though I never want to personally own a dog, due to how needy and loud they are. I'm more of a cat or reptile person.

I like to record my thoughts out loud and later organize them.

I'm also currently fighting the urge to delete this because I think I sound very full of myself in this lol

Pretty please and thank you! Also sorry this was so long.

My Response

No worries, babe! You don’t sound full of yourself at all. I love the fact that you didn’t beat around the bush about describing yourself!

Avatar: The Last Airbender 

OTP - Zuko. He would love your idiosyncratic point of view and how insightful you are. And would often come to your for advice.

BrOTP - Aang

NOTP - Sokka

Bright

OTP - Nick Jakoby

BrOTP - Tikka

NOTP - Daryl Ward

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

OTP - Rupert Giles. You have quite a bit in common, and you may even end up arguing the uses of technology while admiring books as much as he does.

BrOTP - Daniel “Oz” Osbourne

NOTP - Buffy Summers

Doctor Who

OTP - The 10th Doctor. He’d gently coax you out of your shell. And he’d take you anywhere in time or space that you want to go. If you don’t outright say where/when you would like to go then he’ll pick up on it by listening to your latest interests. 

BrOTP - Is it cheating to say the 12th Doctor? Oh well. I think you would be partners in crime all the way.

NOTP - Rose Tyler

Dragon Age

OTP - Solas. There’s so much in common and I think you’d probably be the best option to convince him to change his plans. 

BrOTP - Merrill.

NOTP - Cassandra.

Fast and Furious franchise

OTP - Tej Parker

BrOTP - Deckard Shaw

NOTP - Luke Hobbs

Game of Thrones

OTP - Tyrion Lannister. Tyrion would tease you to draw you out of your introverted shell. He'd be very interested in your hobbies, interests and your knack for predicting the future. He'd admire your wide skill set, loyalty, defiant attitude and how hardworking you are. He’d often suggest books to you and vice versa. 

BrOTP - Jon Snow

NOTP - Daenerys Targaryen

Golden Girls

OTP - Dorothy. 

BrOTP - Rose

NOTP - Sophia

Hannibal

OTP - Will Graham.

BrOTP - Alana Bloom.

NOTP -  Jack Crawford

Harry Potter

OTP - Severus Snape. Your mind, skill set and attitude would all appeal to him very much.

BrOTP - Luna Lovegood

NOTP - Ron Weasley

Inglourious Basterds

OTP - Hugo Stiglitz

BrOTP - Donny Donowitz

NOTP - Aldo Raine

John Wick

OTP - John Wick

BrOTP - Marcus

NOTP - Winston

Jurassic Park franchise

OTP - Dr. Ian Malcolm

BrOTP - Dr. Ellie Sattler

NOTP - Dr. Sarah Harding

Kingsman

OTP - Merlin

BrOTP - Harry Hart / Galahad

NOTP - Jack Daniels / Whiskey

Legend of Korra

OTP - Mako

BrOTP - Asami Sato

NOTP - Tahno

Marvel 

OTP - Bucky Barnes

BrOTP - Loki

NOTP - Natasha Romanoff

Mayans MC

OTP - Ezekiel “EZ” Reyes.

BrOTP - Johnny “Coco” Cruz

NOTP - Emily Thomas-Galindo

NCIS

OTP - Timothy McGee

BrOTP - Abby Sciuto

NOTP - Tony DiNozzo

New Girl

OTP - Nick Miller

BrOTP - Winston Saint-Marie Schmidt

NOTP - Julia Cleary

Once Upon A Time

OTP - Killian Jones / Captain Hook

BrOTP - Regina Mills

NOTP - Mary Margaret Blanchard / Snow White

Parks and Recreation

OTP - Ben Wyatt

BrOTP - April Ludgate

NOTP - Jean Ralphio Saperstein

Peaky Blinders

OTP - Tommy Shelby

BrOTP - Alfie Solomons

NOTP - Ada Thorne

Pokemon

OTP - Brock

BrOTP - Bulbasaur Ash Ketchum

NOTP - Jessie

Rick and Morty

OTP - Rick Sanchez

BrOTP - Beth Smith

NOTP - Jerry Smith. 

Schitt’s Creek

OTP - David Rose

BrOTP - Ronnie Lee

NOTP - Moira Rose

Sherlock (BBC)

OTP - Sherlock Holmes. He'd adore your mind and find your skill set useful. Sherlock would love your defiance of authority and ambition. Though you'd butt heads every now and then ultimately your differences would make you an even better match. You'd both bring out each other's emotions more and understand each other better than anyone else ever could.

BrOTP - Mycroft Holmes. I know, very surprising. But like with Sherlock there’s a lot in common and a lot different. So you’d frequently argue But in the end you’d have the common goal of looking out for Sherlock to make you both closer.

NOTP - Jim Moriarty.

Sons of Anarchy

OTP - Jackson “Jax” Teller.

BrOTP - Bobby Munson

NOTP - Tara Knowles

Star Wars Prequels

OTP - Obi-Wan Kenobi

BrOTP - Qui-Gon Jinn

NOTP - Anakin Skywalker

Star Wars Original Trilogy

OTP - Luke Skywalker

BrOTP - R2D2

NOTP - Han Solo

Stranger Things

OTP - Jim Hopper. I think Hopper would admire you for testing people so thoroughly to see if you can trust them. And he’d really love how loyal you are to the people you do trust.

BrOTP - Alexei. Here me out, the two of you seem to have a bit in common. First and foremost your intelligence. And I think you’d make Hopper quit being such an ass to Alexei.

NOTP - Nancy Wheeler

Supernatural

OTP - Sam Winchester. Okay I can just see you researching together. Staying up all night in the Bunker’s library poring over every single book.

BrOTP - Charlie Bradbury. Do I need to say anything more than nerd power?

NOTP - Mary Winchester.

Teen Wolf

OTP - Chris Argent

BrOTP - Stiles Stilinski

NOTP - Lydia Martin

That 70’s Show

OTP - Eric Forman.

BrOTP - Donna Pinciotti

NOTP - Jackie Burkhardt

The Expendables

OTP - Lee Christmas

BrOTP - Barney Ross

NOTP - Mr. Church

The Hobbit

OTP - Thorin Oakenshield. Thorin would admire your wide skill set and your ambition to learn how to do so many things. He'd adore your loyalty and knack for diplomacy. 

BrOTP - Fili Durin.

NOTP - Thranduil

The Lord of the Rings

OTP - Faramir. 

BrOTP - Samwise Gamgee

NOTP - Denethor

The Vampire Diaries & The Originals

OTP - Elijah Mikaelson. I think that Elijah would adore your intelligence and would encourage your interests and hobbies. If you want to know anything about history? He'd be more than happy to discuss his own experiences with you. He'd often get your opinion on a course of action before doing it, due to your with and ability of predicting the possible outcomes. He'd love your original, no pun intended, point of view. And though he loves your tenacity, your ambition, your idealistic nature and your loyalty, sometimes it can frustrate him when he thinks certain people who have your loyalty don't deserve it. Or at least not at the intensity that you give it. 

First Fight - Your first fight would probably have to do with your friendship and loyalty towards Klaus. While sometimes he admires it, he often wishes that you weren’t so loyal to his brother. Thinking he isn’t always deserving of it. Afterwards you’d both go in different rooms to brood until ready to make up.

BrOTP - Niklaus Mikaelson. Klaus would admire your intelligence, ambition, hard working and even defiant attitude. Your skills and ability to think differently from everyone else. He would also come to you for advice though he wouldn’t always adhere it. Though what Klaus would love most of all is your loyalty. Especially after he made it through all your tests and found himself on the receiving end of your loyalty. And he would feel guilty when your loyalty and friendship with him would cause a rift in your relationship with his brother. 

NOTP - Damon Salvatore. Damon is impulsive and has his own way of testing the loyalty  of those around him. Though his form of testing is more of him doing things that makes them less loyal and trusting of him. He’d probably end up trying to test and strain your loyalty towards Elijah and Klaus. Which would infuriate you. And he would fail which would infuriate him.

The Walking Dead

OTP - Negan.

BrOTP - Carl Grimes. In an AU where Rick’s Group became saviors instead of finding Alexandria. I think Carl would have become Negna’s protege and may have even softened him up.

NOTP - Rick Grimes.

The Witcher (show)

OTP - Geralt of Rivia

BrOTP - Yennefer of Vengerberg

NOTP - Queen Calanthe

True Blood

OTP - Eric Northman

BrOTP - Bill Compton

NOTP - Sam Merlotte

Vikings

OTP - Ragnar Lothbrok

BrOTP - Ivar the Boneless

NOTP - Björn Ironside

WWE (kayfabe personas)

OTP - Roman Reigns

BrOTP - Finn Balor

NOTP - Chris Jericho

[mariewroteit]

This is Anne Marie Fisher. She's 19 years old, was born in January 24th, 2002, London. She's an only child. Her parents died in a car accident and lives with her aunt Jenna in Vancouver, Canada.

Hobbies:

-Reading

-Cooking

-Working out

-Listen to music

-Watch Anime and read manga

-Yoga

-Play Videogames

-Crafting

Passion:

Anne loves to help people and to cook, she also loves animals and is looking forward having a Farm someday. Yet, she's studying to be a lawyer to put the bad guys in jail.

She loves watching scary movies and science documental. Her best friend is Seo "Zu" Yoon Ji, and she's never had a boyfriend before.

She can be a little introverted but, sometimes, when feeling overwhelmed or catches by someone, she can really get extrovert and excited about getting to know people and talk.

She loves asking questions, she sometimes draws, she's very shy but still loves to sing out loud. She does not use social media (but WhatsApp sometimes), and love using Vintage outfits cause "it suits her appearance".

Anne has 2 dogs and 3 Cats. They're named as:

*Baily - Golden Retriever

* Jax - Great Dane

*Mike - Angora

And two Siamese cats, Jake and Angelo.

Favorite Color:

Purple, black, blue and dark green.

Favorite Food:

Pizza and sometimes doughnuts.

Favorite thing:

Her mother's necklace.

Favorite Picture:

A Picture her aunt took when she was born, in the picture you can see her being hold by her dad and mom after getting out of the Hospital.

Favorite Movie:

Scary movie

Favorite Book:

The Shining (Stephen King)

Favorite writer:

Lovecraft.

Favorite number:

3

Favorite gadget:

Smartwatch

Favorite quote:

"Nothing is never impossible if you can dream it."

Mental health:

Suffers anxiety chronic, low depression and nightmares caused by night and darkness fear.

Hight:

4'5

Weigh:

43kgs.

She regularly wear glasses.

[susiron]

My brother has the most neurotic dog I’ve ever met

The dog is a golden retriever puppy (over 9 months I think?) named Jax, and this puppy wholeheartedly Hyperfocuses on other dogs. He likes people and when there are no other dogs involved he’s more loosey goosey with demanding attention. When there’s any dog involved, though, Jax just hones in on one dog and will pester them for HOURS. Complete hours of undivided attention, just sniffing and licking the other dog (and occasionally humping). He’ll follow the dog around as close to their hip as he can, whining if they’re not paying attention to him or get out of reach. HOURS OF THIS. Doesn’t matter if the other dog is asleep, disinterested, or even growling-- he HAS to be up their ass.

I know it’s partly due to the pandemic that Jax is poorly socialized, but god it’s just so... off, that my brother literally worked with K9 in the marines, but he has a dog that is this anxious all the time (I can only read this as anxiety or adhd??) 

It’s worth mentioning too that my brother uses a handheld shock collar to discipline this dog (justifying it by pointing out that he mostly just uses the beeping sound), and wow do I hate that deeply.

[melien]

Hasan Wilkes for @teekapoa‘s May love be perfect ‘just by love’ BC

Easily Impressed / Good Sense of Humor / Schmoozer / Flirty / Dog Person

Hasan has always been the main comedian of his friend groups. He’s charismatic, eloquent and knows how to find approach to anyone, which is why he is universally loved. He also never passes up the opportunity to flirt with people, but given his playful and humorous personality, no one knows if he really means it. Lately, many of Hasan’s friends started getting married and having kids, which resulted in less social situations, and he can’t help but feel like that guy from the movies who serves for comic relief and doesn’t usually have his own story. It can’t be told from the first look at him, but he’s actually very easily impressed and vulnerable. All he dreams of is having a nice house and kids with someone he loves - and of course, at least a few dogs, because his love for dogs is endless, and he adores his golden retriever Jax. Will Valte become that special someone he’s been looking for?

TOU: Don’t claim him as your own or reupload, don’t change his genetics and face features. You can change anything else in his look (hairstyle, makeup, clothes, your own defaults etc.). Tag me if you use him! :)

Private download unless he’s eliminated.

CC: hair / eyebrows (Lana) / blush #8 / stubble

Interview questions under the cut.

Why do you think we will click?

Valte seems like someone who has a similar sense of humor to mine. I sense that he can always make me laugh, and I can make him laugh in return. Regardless of what happens, I think we have potential to become good friends, but it would be even better if there was a spark between us.

What’s your favorite thing to do, to pass time?

I like watching YouTube videos and listening to podcasts. I used to play mobile apps a lot but am trying to break this habit. But what I love the most is spending time with my dog - Jax never fails to improve my spirits.

What do you think is your biggest weakness?

Even though I try to hide it, deep down I’m in frequent need of people’s approval, and I may also take criticism too personally. I’m working on these flaws.

What is something that never fails to make you laugh?

I can always find something funny in ordinary things! To be honest, I can’t help but giggle at dumb puns and memes. Of course, there’s a line - I don’t laugh at anything offensive or downright stupid.

[believeitseeitdoit]

Sunday Surprises

Summary: Week one of regular NFL season is always entertaining, but this year is extra special for you and Seb.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Author Notes: Ummmm Hi, this is my first little ‘published’ fic, please be kind (or brutal it’s fine).  I'm only motivated enough to post this because @thebescht and Evan Williams are brave. For reference, the dog here is based on my moose, a 100lb Black English Lab, I might make a moldboard to go with this idk, I might also delete this soooo cool thanks bye. 

You sit on the ottoman, twiddling your phone in your hands waiting for Sebastian to find his coat. Jax bounces around the rest of the grey leather couch, disturbing the abundance of blasted throw pillows your mother insisted you buy when she first visited your’s and Seb’s apartment in Boston. Somehow, Jax hasn’t completely destroyed the merlot and sand throws, just a sprinkle of black fur littering their patterns.  A quick ping rings out from your phone, accompanied by rapid fire vibrations buzzing up your thumbs, notifying you that Chris has sent yet another “are y’all coming yet” text.

“Babe, kick off is in 30 mintues! I will not be late to the first watch party of the season because you can’t find your one pair of Pats socks just to appease Chris!” You holler towards the bedroom where Seb is inevitably wasting time to avoid being in a room with multiple football obsessed humans.

“Y/N, I swear they were in the drawer and now they’re gone! Did you wash them or give them to Jax?” Seb playfully questions back from the depths of his closet. You know full well the socks are already on his feet. Hopping off the ottoman, you grab the dog’s leash and your jacket as motivation to move your boyfriend along. The hardwood floors creak as you walk through the kitchen, narrowly missing the island with your hip bones and whistling to Jax so he can bound to Seb and investigate the slowdown.

“Seb, seriously, can we just go? It’s not like Chris will give two shakes about your socks. He’ll be too busy complaining about my disgrace of a jersey to be disappointed in your not-actually-missing socks,” you sigh as you wander back to the bedroom and lean against the door frame, feigning annoyance.

“Fair point, Y/N. He won’t even get near you in your Seahawks jersey; bad juju or something,” Seb spins around and strides over to the walkway, reaching around your waist and tucking you into his side while he jokes. As you travel back up the hall to the front door, you look at the pictures hanging from the walls, more of your mother’s visiting touches. All perfectly angled and spaced down the walkway and throughout the living room, moments from your lives together and alone. One of you with a client’s daughter back in Seattle brings a fond memory of your time with youngsters and your retired lesson horse to the front of your mind. Determined not to cry, you sniffle and hustle the boys out the door.

Finally ready, supposedly lucky Patriots socks on his feet, Sebastian gathers his sunglasses and car keys while you hook Jax up to his harness and wander down to the car. The oversized labrador flings himself into the backseat of your Xterra. Seb catches you for a kiss on the cheek before starting the car and heading across town to Evans’ place.

“Remind me why we’re going to this again? We could just as easily watch the game in our living room and not have to hear him and Anthony scream at the TV for two hours of the Pats winning… again..” Seb whines.

“Because, A: I’ll be yelling too and you would complain either way. B: Chris always hosts Sunday Night Football, we host Monday, that’s how it’s worked since he learned I love the game, babe. And C: you love me so…. Also you know the sex is always better after a good screaming match between me, Chris, and the TV.”

“That last one is so not a reason but I’ll let it slide because the sex is always great. Did you tell Chris we’re bringing Jax or are you just assuming he and Dodger will leave everyone to mind their own business?” Seb asks as the black moose tries to climb over his arm onto the center console and into your lap.

“I texted him about it last week. He said it was fine. Plus, they’ll make each other tired so we don’t have to take him on a run tonight. More time for activities,” you giggle as you shove the dog back into his territory and wiggle your eyebrows in Seb’s direction.

“You are so smart, you know that? Better knock on wood he doesn’t interrupt again like last week with the damn light up ball.”

“Hey , you bought him that so I take zero blame. Turn up at the corner. There’s a spot to park right there,” pointing to an empty space just a few doors down from Chris’ place.

You climb out and grab Jax while Seb grabs the case of beer from the back and start up the steps, laughing at the obnoxious yells already coming from his stairwell. The door’s unlocked the way it always is when you have watch parties, so Seb turns the knob and Jax goes bounding through the hall in search of the noises after you drop his leash. A resounding “oof” and various yelps of “dammit, Jax” and “hey, buddy!” make you burst into a fit of laughter as you and Seb round into the kitchen. Spying Mackie on the floor with Jax square on top of him, you reach around to help him up, only to have Dodger come bouncing out from behind the island and toppling you over next to him, leading everyone into a second bout of laughter.

“Boys, off! Jesus Chris, teach your kid some manners,” you jokingly chide as you hop up and start greeting the harem standing around the kitchen island.

“You say that like your’s is so trained,” Chris sighs humorously as Jax launches his front paws onto the counter to swipe a piece of cheese. You shove him off and toss a rogue chunk of cheddar in his general vicinity, giggling at Chris’ hand motions toward the dog.

“At least he knows what he wants,” you shrug and grab a cube for yourself and snicker. “What did you expect from oversized bear cub? Seb feeds him off the table all the time.”

“Excuse me, he was your dog first, and you started that. I just can’t be the asshole who denies him!” Seb shouts from inside the fridge while he digs for a beer that didn’t just come out of a roasting car.

“Alright, this is fun, but can we actually turn the game on now? Kick off should be in five and I need to judge this rendition of the National Anthem beforehand,” Anthony interrupts the dog banter while heading to the connected living room.

Jeremy nods and lifts his beer in agreement from the barstool to your left, adding, “Just turn it up and we can watch from here. Y/N, grab yourself something and lets catch up for a minute. Tell me about the ways you plan to ensure the Seahawks somehow take it all this year.”

You lift your Yeti and aim the straw at Seb in response, “I’ll stick to water, gotta be functional enough to get this lightweight home tonight. Russell’s got a better O-line this year starting out. If he can whip his runners into shape for the long passing game we’ll be knocking on the playoff door easy. So long as Pete has mustered up a good, fresh defensive line, they can block anything and everything from here to New England.”

Seb makes his way around the kitchen to you and reaches around to bear hug you. “Babe, you’ve never denied yourself at least one beer at a game. What did I miss? I am also not a lightweight. It was Jaeger and it was ONE TIME!” He leans into your back and continues to hold you with one arm and reaches for a chip. “And, we were all drunk. It wasn’t just me. Chris was puking for hours when we got home that night. Mackie was passed out on the couch. Downey had to play sorority sister and hold Chris up. At least I was responsible enough to call you to come get me!”

“Actually, Robert had already called me and I was on my way, Honey, but whatever you say. I’m fine, really, just a little nauseated from your terrible driving skills. Give me thirty minutes and I’ll be golden.” You turn around in Seb’s arms and soak in his warmth while reassuring him you aren’t reaching imminent death. “Now, let’s go watch shitty football!” You slip under his arm and drag him toward the leather sectional where Chris and Anthony were trying to convince Jax and Dodger to not wrestle in front of the game.

“I heard that! Oh, c’mon! Boys, out! Go play in my room. I need to see what BS call the ref has made already,” Chris yelled as he launched a squeaky ball down the hallway towards his master bedroom for the dogs to chase. You jump to the side so you don’t get taken out again at the knees and Seb pulls you down to curl up into his lap in the long corner of the couch.

“You just assume it’s bull because you think every ref has it out for Tom Brady since ‘deflategate’. The tight end was clearly over the line of scrimmage before the ball moved!” You shoot a playful slap at his arm as you shout agreeance with the ref’s call.

First quarter turns to second and as half time creeps closer, you still feel queasy. It comes in random waves that are just enough to make you curl into yourself tighter and feel a small spark of fear for Chris’ upholstery, but not enough to leave.

Seb notices you shift your hands into you stomach and prods for answers.“Babe, seriously, you have a body of steel. You didn’t eat anything crazier than usual yesterday and you actually haven’t eaten much today from what I’ve seen. Are you okay? Do you need anything? Do you want to go home? No -- I know that’s a dumb question. I just don’t want you getting sicker here cuz you hate being sick in front of people.”

“I’m fine, just -- jimminy christmas trees what did you eat? It fricken smells Seb. Get away, go get some listerine or something, please,” you shove him off of you as whatever forsaken food wafts into your nose, throwing you over the edge. By luck, you make it to the spare bathroom in time to dry heave and throw up whatever water and miniscule amount of crackers were in your system.

“Ungh, shit. This is going to be a long season,” you mutter into the porcelain throne of misery. Adding a grunt of effort, you lift yourself up to rinse your mouth out and splash some water onto your face. “Maybe this was a one time thing. Maybe I won’t be riddled with this for three months or so. I’m 100% going to be fine,” you tell yourself while staring into the mirror, trying hard to convince yourself that it was a fluke and morning sickness wasn’t real.

“Y/N, you ok? I’m sorry the chips smelled weird. I think Mackie switched them out. Hey, you look a little pale. You need to go lay down?” Seb rattles off concerns and gives you a visual once over when you open the bathroom door and make your way back into the kitchen.

“Seriously, Y/N, you look like you might fall over on us. Please, the guest room is clean and open. Ma made sure it was done when she visited last week. Just go lay down and take a break for a bit. You can’t tell us this is a fluke. You’re a vet assistant. Strange smells don’t do shit to you…” Chris came over and aimed you toward his spare room while Seb grabbed your water.

“Dear God, everyone chill I’m fine! And I refuse to lay down in that guest room where I know for a fact that your teenage boy style New England Patriots bed sheets are currently laid out. I can’t defile a Seahawks jersey in that way. It’s straight up blasphemous,” you grumble at the boys who are trying too hard to take care of you. You think your grumbling works until you see a few black dots and grab Seb’s arm to steady yourself.

“Ok, fine. I’ll go lay down but only because that room probably doesn’t have whatever mystery dip stench is coming from the kitchen, NOT because I am dizzy and tired and kinda still nauseous,” you state matter-of-factly at both Seb and Chris.

“Your grip’s awful tight for someone who’s just getting away from a smell. Okay, okay, point taken, c’mon.” Seb guides you to the back of the apartment while simultaneously avoiding your half-assed slap to the back of his head.

You pitifully look down at the bed and Sebastian stifles a laugh. You were right about the sheets, but also too out of energy to resist the calling of a nap, even if it meant sleeping on Patriots logos. He tucks you in, kissing the top of your head and telling you he’ll check on you after half time. You don’t register him shut the light off and let the dogs in to cuddle with you. You’re too busy rolling over into the pillows.

Somewhere after halftime, you wake up with Jax next to your arm and Dodger on your opposite leg, both dogs dead to the world. You revel in the moment of peace, smiling down at your not super flat stomach currently covered by the jersey you won’t be able to wear by the Super Bowl. You hear a dull set of hurrahs and cheers from the hall, assuming the Patriots got an impressive first down or a touchdown, and giggle. “Well, I ain’t cheering em on, but those stupid sheets seemed to calm you down I guess. At least we know Chris will like ya.” You rub along your stomach, joking about your baby’s future in football. As the cheering dies down, you continue to think about the million little things that will happen from this point on. You only found out about your pregnancy a couple days ago, haven’t even told Seb, yet.

“Waitin’ on the right moment, huh, baby?” You whisper to your stomach as you think of the perfect way to tell your boyfriend. Kids weren’t in the plans yet, but your birth control had other plans. Damn that .01 percent. With a smile and last sigh of peace, you throw the sheets back with a plan.

Just as you work your way out of the bed, feeling alive and functional again, the dogs leap up and run out to alert the boys of your movement. You make your way down the hall and into Seb who meets you halfway with a kiss.

“Feeling better? You look much less dead, Babe.” Seb smiles at you and embraces you tightly.

“Mhmm, much better. Your badmhmm….” You nod and mumble into his chest while soaking in his warmth.

“Didn’t catch that last part. Hmm?” Seb looks down at you with a quizzical eyebrow. You look up with a smile and press a kiss to his lips.

“I said, your baby likes the Patriots. They finally settled when I laid down and bundled in those stupid sheets.” You turn your lips up into a smirk waiting for the words to settle in and his reaction to launch.

“Wait, what baby? Jax doesn’t give a shit about the Patriots. I’m los…..” Seb’s confused expression turns into a bright smile when he registers you putting a hand to your stomach and your telling smirk. “You mean, our baby? As in one currently growing as in your gonna be a mom? I’m gonna be a father? No shit? Baby you’re shitting me? HOLY SHIT!” Seb rattles off curses of excitement in happy tears and litters you with kisses and pulls you back into a tight hug.

“What are we yelling about?”

“Why are you two crying?”

“What did we miss?”

The guys all ask in one quick sweep while staring at your exchange. You look at them from in Seb’s arms and ask if they should know.

“What do you think, Seb, tell ‘em? Leave ‘em guessing? Or be kind?”

“Baby please, we can’t be cruel after this little moment.”

“Ok fine. Only cuz we both suck at secrets. I was just telling Seb that his baby really likes the Patriots because they only calmed down once i was laying down on Chris’ blasted sheets. So I am assuming this kiddo’s gonna be a big fan of uncle Chris in a few years,” you retell the tale and walk over to the guys while they all start smiling wildly.

“Baby?! What the hell Y/N!? Shit so happy for you, Smalls!”

“Seb, man you’re so done for.”

“Dude, I am so happy for you. “

“You two are going to be amazing parents.”

“I call dibs on buying baby’s first jersey!”

The congratulations and hugs fly in the kitchen, week one game completely abandoned in favor of your news. As it dies down and the fourth quarter timer is heard from the living room, everyone saunters back to catch the last two minutes and other game recaps. Seb wanders away to his coat and calls the dogs over to help him with his own surprise. You turn around to call him over only to see Jax trotting at you with a strange collar attached to him.

“Where did this bowtie come from, huh, Bubs?” You reach down to inspect the adorable black and white tuxedo bowtie collar and find a box attached at the buckle. As you unbuckle the collar and separate the box, you stand up and see Seb coming out from the hall with a sweaty, nervous smile.

“Babe, what’s this collar? And did you forget to take this weird magnetic tag off?” You toss the cardboard back at him, only to underestimate its weight and lob it at his head.

Seb catches it and pulls you closer. “It’s for him to wear if you say ‘yes’. But you have to look inside the weird box first, Y/N.” Seb returns the box to your hand and lets you inspect it.

You open the taped slit and find a black velvet box, immediately you have to wipe tears from your eyes so you can look at Seb’s cerulean ones.

“I’m only gonna ask this once baby. You’re my best girl, closest friend, fiercest supporter, my rock. And now the mother of my child. I don’t ever want to spend another day without knowing we will come home to each other. So, Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

You can barely form the words, but a choked “yes” and the happiest sob of your life come out as you launch yourself into Seb’s arms. A slough of hoops hollars and more congratulations come from the vicinity of the couch, along with howls and barks from the dogs at your knees. You wrap your hand up to Seb’s neck and pull him down for another kiss. “I love every Sunday night of fall. But this is the best Sunday night ever, Baby.”

[aliofvalhalla]

As Long As We're Together (Epilogue)

Readers thoughts of the past are written in italics

For a year we travelled. Always on the road; occasionally stopping at roadside motels, settling for a few days or weeks in little family towns, sometimes just living out of the truck.

It didn't matter where we were, as long as we were together.

We'd seen hide nor hair of Wyatt or Jax or anyone affiliated with Deadlock. In fact, on one of our longer stays in a town, I'd heard a rumour that the gang had been arrested by Overwatch officials. We both kind of hoped it was true.

A few days after that, it was confirmed that Deadlock had finally been caught and all of their operations were cleaned out by Overwatch. We watched the news on the TV of a cool, red and white, retro diner and shared a thankful glance at each other over our milkshakes and fries.

We settled down in Colorado after that...close to where Jesse's favourite Aunt lived when he was a kid. We used the leftover profits from our Deadlock days to buy a humble farm and a couple of acres. Jesse and I started work on our own terms and began to sell our produce to the local markets.

He was able to buy that motorcycle he always wanted...some sort of vintage Harley-Davidson. We kept the truck through...good old Chevy the Chevrolet. She was a reminder of our leap of faith; our second chance...a symbol of freedom. We still took her out for rides into town or if we needed groceries, but my favourite times were when we took the motorcycle out at dusk. I'd cling tight to Jesse's waist as he drove us up to the little nearby mountain range. We'd walk to one of the highest ridges and sit together watching the stars.

After six months in our home, we got a dog. An Australian cattle dog puppy named Clint. He and Jesse became instant best friends; both as mischievous as the other.

Another year and the morning of New Year's Eve rolled around. Jesse said he had a surprise for me. He said I had to stay out of the currently vacant barn until later that night. He and Clint stayed in there all day. I complied to his rule and did some odd jobs around the house and the farm and then settled down to read the book I was mid-way through whilst I waited...only when I did, I noticed the makeshift beer mat bookmark was gone. I thought nothing of it and tried to remember where I was up to until Jesse came to get me.

It was 8:07pm, and it seemed Jesse had finally finished whatever he was up to in the barn as he came into the house and tried to sneak upstairs.

"Where are you going?" I'd asked amusedly without turning.

"I'll only be a minute, sweet pea. I'm gonna go change...you get ready for your surprise." Is what he'd said; a hint of mischief hidden behind his words.

Jesse had come back downstairs about 30 minutes later looking smarter than I'd ever seen him. His hair was brushed back into a little ponytail, his beard was trimmed. Granted, he was still wearing a plaid shirt and jeans, but he'd tucked the shirt in, presumably to look more presentable.

I'd walked over to him then and untucked it, "I prefer it this way."

He'd smirked and lead me outside. Standing outside of the barn I felt apprehensive, but safe and happy knowing that I was with the man I loved. Walking inside I had instantly recognised what he'd done. He had turned the inside of the barn into a replica of the place we first met...The High Tide. Looking around, I smiled at the details. He'd made a makeshift bar out of spare log wood, complete with bottles of aged whiskey, rose wine and beer. He'd brought the small, wooden picnic table from the garden inside to represent the bar tables, atop it sat my High Tide souvenir beer mat.

We spent the night together reminiscing about the first time we saw each other, the stuff we'd joke about at the bar, our favourite moments together...then, when the New Year rung in, he didn't kiss me, but instead dropped to his knees before me and presented a velvety, navy box.

I married him one year later, on New Year's Day. It was a quiet ceremony. Me, him and a few of our friends from the community. It was the happiest day of my life. The way he looked into my eyes when I reached his side at the altar, with his own warm, coffee ones melted the heart inside of me and I almost forgot how to breath.

It'll be our two year anniversary soon, but not before we celebrate Christmas! This time of year with Jesse and Clint is never anything less than perfect, but this year it's gonna be a little different.

This time it's me that has a surprise.

You snapped out of your wondering thoughts with a smile etched on your face and turned your attention back to wrapping the gift in front of you. You carefully folded the metallic red paper around the little, white  rectangular box and finished it off with a golden bow. You attached a tag with a picture of a puppy wearing a Santa hat to it and wrote Jesse's name on the back alongside three kisses.

You scratched Clint's ears as he nudged his head under your arms and nuzzled into your tummy. You gave him a little giggle. You realised you'd been smiling from ear to ear this whole time, so much so your cheeks were beginning to hurt. You didn't mind much, because you were overly excited to give Jesse this gift more than any other...for this gift was more than you could have ever hoped to give that captivatingly handsome boy when you laid eyes upon him at The High Tide.

Inside that little white box, amongst a bundle of yellow tissue paper, lay an odd-looking stick displaying two tiny pink lines.

[lostinsantacarla]

A small excerpt from my story, Sleight Of Hand and Twist Of Fate. One of my favorite scenes between David and Dwayne. The inspiration to work on this story again has finally hit me!

A half hour later, Dwayne met up with David near the old museum. He wasn't one to accuse his brother of keeping things from him. In fact, being known as David's second in command brought him a lot of respect in that his sire would always fill him in on every situation for the safety of the pack. He had always been trusted with secrets his younger siblings weren't aware of until Serenity had came back into their lives. Since then, David had been a closed book, and a brick wall in terms of letting him in and he didn't understand why. In fact, the look of concern painted on their leaders face as they walked through Lighthouse Park in search of that meal, was starting to gnaw at the hunger pangs that made his insides clench from lack of blood. Good thing there was little fog on this night or he felt that David might walk right on and leave him behind.

"Mind telling me what's going on, brother?" His dark hair moved in waves with the long strides he took to keep up, but his feet made virtually no sound over the rock and cement they traversed. "You've always trusted me, but I get the feeling you're not extending that trust right now. At least tell me why if you can't tell me the truth."

"I'm thinking about Star." David told him flat out, stopping short with his head in the air, looking on towards the cliff that overlooked the sea. He stuck his hands in his pockets and waited for Dwayne to come around and face him.

Dwayne made a sound like he was sighing, but stood straight with his hands at his sides as the light breeze blew against his back, shielding David. "I haven't heard that name in a long time. What brought this on? Does it have anything to do with this girl, Sasha?"

"Sasha is dangerous and deceiving. You were there. You saw what she did." David's jaw tensed and then he too made a sighing sound as he clasped his gloved hands together, still debating whether or not he should release the truth. "She mentioned something about Serenity to me after you left. Our need for her."

"Okay," Dwayne was listening. "But what does that have to do with Star?"

"First things first, Dwayne. You remember that night you and Paul got stuck in that room with the Frogs at the New Life building while I was out in the hall with Marko, Serenity and the others? When we got taken down, Max locked me in the basement with the girl. She confessed to me about using her powers on Paul to keep him in some kind of brain washed state. Told me it was a new gift she was working on, but here's the real kicker, she also told me that Marko is not meant to be with Serenity, and that Paul is." He gave Dwayne an incredulous look for the simple fact that the words 'meant to be' and 'love' didn't quite fit in with their lifestyle. In fact the idea of any girl coming to be with one of his boys made his stomach sour, if that was even possible for a vampire. The only reason he had ever put up with Serenity was for the simple fact that they were her protectors and had known her since she was a little girl.

"For whatever goddamn reason, the higher ups, want her with Marko." As he said this, he raised a finger towards the sky and twirled it, pursing his lips as if to mock the powers that be. "And she warned me that if I let this information go, all hell would break loose, but that's not the only thing…she is hell bent on having Paul."

Dwayne's brows furrowed and he stood with his hands secure on his hips. "There's your answer right there, brother. She's feeding you a bunch of bullshit to get what she wants, on top of trying to scramble heads with mind fuckery. I wouldn't believe anything she had to say. I've never seen Paul act like that before, not even high off his ass. Then again, Serenity did bring him back from the dead, but something about this doesn't fit. And who are those higher up motherfuckers? Do we even know? Those two clowns, Sage and Jax? Is Serenity one of them? Are they gods? Because I have yet to see them lift a finger when it counts."

David shrugged because he didn't know and he looked almost defeated. It was a look he wouldn't allow with anyone else but Dwayne. "Fact of the matter is, Serenity pulled him out of the trance tonight. She has become part of this pack. Even as I tried to keep her away from it, it's all happening anyway. Question is how far would she go for us? What if she changes her mind after all and turns on us like Star did?"

Dwayne frowned. "You did give Star a choice, brother. She chose poorly. Now you're thinking about giving Serenity the blood?"

David shook his head no. "There's too much at stake for that."

"Then I'd say you're letting the influence of that witch get to you." He reached out and patted David on the arm. Everything would be all right. "Serenity is an entirely different subject, but if that whole prophecy deal is true, it's only a matter of time before they figure it out. You know, they might already be figuring it out. The hints are obvious. I see the way she looks at him, like tonight, and I see the way he looks at her, and he tries to hide everything behind a solid wall of rock and roll. Wouldn't it be better to let them know before shit hits the fan? We could at least get the upper hand."

"And what if she's right and I tell them and then we've got some mystic force on our asses? Sage seemed pretty aware of it. The last thing I want is for them to come back."

"Still doesn't make any sense to me. Like I said, we still don't know exactly who they are. What it sounds like is some spoiled child using her power in a way where these higher powers should be pissed off about it. We might be doing them a favor by letting the truth out. If they exist." Dwayne shrugged and looked over David's shoulder. For a second he thought their meal had come, but it was a couple of young kids making their way to the skateboard ramps. "At least tell Paul the truth about this girl, if not about the prophecy. As much as he loves sex, he probably doesn't appreciate being mind fucked."

There was a pause before David agreed. "All right. We'll tell Paul what he needs to know. As for the rest, I need you to keep it quiet until I figure out what to do. Is that clear?"

"Crystal. And what about the book?"

"Doesn't matter. We have bigger problems on our hands. I for one don't want to give her another excuse to write a second one." David smiled, almost laughed, even though the subject was serious. He returned the pat Dwayne had given him earlier. "This makes Star and the Emersons look easy doesn't it?"

"Not a chance in hell." Dwayne laughed too and threw an arm around his comrade's shoulders. "Helping Paul escape a twisted little girl with power I can deal with. Having the world read a story about me in the fiction section? Sure. But trying to heal from being blown up? Man that's something I wouldn't wish on anyone."

They started to walk down the hill towards the boardwalk when Dwayne paused and pulled away from David. "Hey? You mind if I catch up?"

Even before David answered he was jogging backwards, back towards the skate ramps, remembering that he had promised one youngster he would teach him to do an ollie.

"Be careful, Dwayne!" David warned. "We don't need anymore missing kids to pop up around here."

Dwayne looked taken aback as he threw his hands haphazardly to his chest. "What do I look like a rookie?" He hadn't fed yet, and he was starving, but as old as he was, he had enough self-control to withstand the beast that craved blood. Most of the younger kids were off limits anyway. It was one of their packs golden rules, and Dwayne enjoyed helping them with their skateboards.

He left David in the dark and neared the park, catching yet another whiff of something familiar, something he hadn't scented in a long time. It was a prompt threat; a dirty dog smell, yet astonishing clean with a hint of jasmine, but also the last thing they needed on their list of things to dispose of.

Taking caution, he slowed and looked around. There was no visible sign detected and nothing appeared out of the ordinary, except the smell.

There was a werewolf in the area.