#i put the platter on the table and im just like. lookin at it like. what the Fuck are u gonna do

[orcelito]

i got this like. acacia wood platter w/ leather handles on the side, about a foot and a half in diameter. they were gonna throw it out at work but it looked so NICE so i stuffed it in my backback (it BARELY fit) & then took it home

so now i have this fancy wood platter and i have No idea what im supposed to do with it

#speculation nation #to be fair i also have a giant metal pot from work that i Also have no idea what to do with #it. is being used as dumbbell storage (for dumbbells that i Do Not Use) #i put the platter on the table and im just like. lookin at it like. what the Fuck are u gonna do #idfk man but it sure does look nice. barely even used. mine now. #add it to the collection of Random Items Taken From Work #including a mini fake bouquet. TWO teal wash rags. a dog on a stack of books statue. and a set of male and female bathroom signs #i still need to do smth with those signs lol i literally stole them and then had a whole horrible life time and so they just #theyre still sitting on my table in the baggy i snuck them out in. idfk #oh did i say steal i mean liberated. they werent getting used so theyre mine now #just like i liberated the dog and the towels #the bouquet was gonna b tossed AS was the pot AND the platter #so only HALF of these r me stealing- ahem- liberating from work #for legal purposes this is all a joke #lksdjflskdfj ok REALLY it's just lil things that arent missed. im giving them a home. getting rid of the clutter at work #god knows we threw out SO much shit today. me taking a pair of signs that have no use there anymore is not evil by any means #and i really need to find a good use for them. i own a pair of male and female bathroom signs and i NEED to use them for smth hilarious

[almalvo]

STAR TREK: DISCOVERY | S1E4 "The Butcher's Knife Cares Not for the Lamb's Cry"

[I will react to each episode individually and in full, raw reception and then post as is unrevised here onto my tumblr for the full span of every and all NuTrek episodes and series that have been and will be released. If this falls under your field of interest - I welcome your company in joining me. Enjoy the ride.] -------

these effects are so pretty whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i love how that was a nanoscopic view on replication omlll what a wonderful uniform give it. to me. ugh i love this interiour hi saru man i cant wait for burnham to NOT be ostracised like this THREAD GANGLIA HMMM?? what. does he give himself away. when hes nervous. i love this screen. lorca youre a fun man huh. OOO WHAT IS THAT SPIDER HEAD WHO IS THATT i like his spider face oo how the lights just come on like this reminds me of the incredibles guess they have to save power SOMEhow. ugh these internals are so nice so spiffy

yeah i like the older bat'leth more right, his pet. lorca, the shroom man. yes a man with a name like lorca would indeed have em. war specialist hmm ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh this INTROOOOO I CANT GET OVER ITTTTT now but like yall seriously to see a queen so crowned at long last - do you UNDERSTAND??? HOW THAT MAKES ME FEEL. ughhhh such a pretty introductionnnn and this music compliments so wonderfully but WAIT ALSO WHAWAIT HAHAHAHAH THOSE TSHOSE THOSE TWO SUITED GLOVED HANDS TOUCHING TOGETHER LIKE GOD AND ADAM. ARE YELLOW AND BLUE. UM UUMMMMMMMMMMM UUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM ok ok breathe ok ok ok ok b r e a t h e . wheew ok . ok. ughhh these coloursss i really like how its all in klingon. cuz why wouldnt it. dude this fucking ROOMM theyre in is so gorgeous yeah im absolutely correct, lookin at this Xray view on the screen. fuckin space water bear THANK YOU BURNHAM YES

TARDIGRADE INDEED. fuckin galactic moss sucker. thats so intersting, to see an internal skeleton in a suped up tardigrade. you know. its funny. how nutrek starts off with what is literally my favourite animal since childhood. water bears for lyfe 👏 trek KNOWS im watching >;} hi stamets. im sorry bout your hubby :( ugh saru looks so good in any lighting. ah so lorca is "get it done" man is he ruder than "make it so" lolol ooo i like this klingon with the red stripes oh i love how convincing they make these inflections in klingon - they certainly put the care in to instil and preserve as much linguistic servicibility in their delivery - love it.

the warped DOWNwards hahah - but damn was it pretty ughhh these key shots are SOOO nice oml stamets are you ok?? ofc hes ok hes hard as steel. man im sry but watching this and seeing the tardigrade just gives me such a nostalgia wow that broken nose doc i see you talk, stamets. ugh keep elon musk out of this he didnt DO shit but be rich. "real life iron man" my ass. his ideas literally aint new. he just has the money to do stuff. ANYways. we dont give a fuck. back to what matters. IS WAIT IS THAT DID I JUST SEE CORRECTLY IS WHAT IS THAT ON THAT PLATTER ON THE TABLE WHY DOES THAT LOOK LIKE A DISSECTED TRIBBLE ? no. it better fucking not. ima kill a land orca... also this poor space bear.. alsso damn the way it just mauled the tactical officer. that sucks. but also i aint mad at the space bear for it. it just tryin to survive. UGHHHHH LOOK AT THISSSSS KLINGON IN ARMOUR UPSIDE DOWN WHY CANT WE GET A FUCKING GAME OF THIS CALIBRE STAR TREK IP PLEASE LETS GETS SOME DASTARD AAA GAMES IN THIS BITCH

man these klingon actors, i appreciate them so much to adorn this make up attire and speaking such a difficult tongue - fabulous. saru time ughh i cant wait to learn more about saru and cant wait till this animosity disa-fuckin-ppears. space bear better live after all this. it deserves that much. i hope it can have all the moss it can find. also wait are m;y eyes working is that a humanoid skeleton with a suspiciously reptilian looking skull and spikes on the back of its head. omll MY BOI IS EATIN THE SPORES?? wait MY BOI BEFRIENDING BURNHAM?? first contact lets GOOOOOOOOOOOO lower decks. hehe. ok sorry that was weird editing the outside shot of burnham talking to stamets is not aligned properly with her speech. awwwwwwwwwwwwww big baybeh so cuteeeeeeeeee i dont like the blur on the space bear among the mycelium though

awww it TALKS TO THE SHROOMS? oh my god please i love it i give it all my sentimental pets. also hey nice dragon fruit. the pale klingon has nice lashes pretteh boi whatever it is she just ate looks good ughhh these visuals outside of discovery are so nice awwww space bearrr so cuteeee UMMM THEY JUST STABBED HIS MILKERS sir they grippin his nonexistent nipples. sry but that girl screaming so mechanically was not the greatest lol also sorry but i really dont like how the shots when they zoom in from outside to into the birdge always end up blurry its hapened like 3 times now SPACE BEAR PECS ARE RED BRO STOP WHOA WHOA WHOAAAAA WHOAAAAA TH E SHIP JUST WARP ROLLED TFF whoa interstingggg i cant get mad a baby acting ofc ahhaha oml they did stab his milkers, not grab them. wtf. im so sorry. that is a waste of a padd. vengeful voq. hes not going to ally wiht the humans to reap vengence for the house of t'kuvma is he against kol.

these klingons are much more similar to the aos ones but the connection is likely not there. IS THAT A FUCKING GORN SKELETON IN THE CASE. IS IT. IS THAT WHAT MATURED GORN IN NUTREK LOOK LIKE. WHATEVER SNW'S XENOLIZARDS BECOME? they better fuckin have their dresses. aw sorry space bear. im sorry. me and you both, burnham. sylvia's delivery was a little fast on the mother joke hmm what did phllipa entrust to you. cant wait till burnham gets her starfleet badge. aw burnham SMILEE LET YOURSELF SMILEEE what is it. phillipa what is it. oml what is it. man bye mamma phillipa, ima miss you. WHAT IS IT. ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the telescropeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuteee curious where nutrek will go. its got some odd goofs here and there but im not being too critical on them so much that the story is ruined - lets continue.

#star trek #star trek discovery #discovery #DISCO #nutrek #thoughts #text #reaction #almalvo

[babbushka]

hey sweetie! Happy new year! yayyy im so excited for the new writings coming up! i've got a request that i think it will be pretty funny with biker kylo! ''its a fancy dress new years party, and person a is shook seeing peson b all dressed up for once''. i feel like they wouldnt go to a party with a lot of people but maybe she could ask him to dress nice? just for the two of them? like a date? smutty-ish? pretty please?

A/N: Hello my dear! Thank you so much for this request, I think it's so sweet and though it started out funny it turned sappy, lol. I hope you enjoy the little ficlet I've come up with. Wishing you a very sweet new year!!

1.2k, warnings for descriptions of food, mostly fluff!

You had said to get there at sundown, and to dress nicely. Kylo didn’t know what the fuck that meant, dress nicely. He spends most of his days in stained and torn t-shirts and faded black jeans, what was nice? He couldn’t ride his bike in nice clothes, he’d burn the shit out of his legs right through any trousers he might have stored in the back of his closet -- all of this internal monologuing is why he’s late.

He’s not that late, not really, the sun only went down twenty minutes ago, but Kylo had had damn near a nervous fucking breakdown throwing his clothes everywhere, trying to figure out what he could wear that would be nice.

It’s the first Rosh Hashanah that you’re spending together, and he doesn’t want to blow it. You’re the woman he would take home to Ma, if he still spoke to his mother, he doesn’t want you to think he ain’t serious about this relationship that you’ve built together. He is serious, and that’s why he’s late.

He’s late, but he thinks he looks nice. He’s praying that he does, anyway.

To try and soothe some of your potential anger, he stops by the florist on his way to your apartment and picks up a big bouquet of your favorite flowers, and tries not to crush them on the drive over. Parking his motorcycle in the dedicated spot, he climbs the four story walk-up, and runs his free hand through his hair, before ringing your doorbell.

Not even a full second goes by, before you’re yanking the door open, and Kylo is about to brace himself for being yelled at, but when he sees your big grin, he lets out a sigh of relief.

“You made it!” Throwing your arms around his huge frame, you hug him tightly. If Kylo had been a smaller man, he would have been knocked backwards from the force of your embrace.

“Of course I made it, why the hell wouldn’t I? You told me to be here, so I’m here.” Kylo hugs you back, holds you tight and walks you backwards into your apartment enough that he can shut the door behind you.

Kylo doesn’t spend a lot of time at your apartment. It’s not because he doesn’t want to or anything, it’s just a little further out of his way than his own place. You both work close together, and his apartment is closer to work, so it always tends to just be the meeting place.

He likes your apartment though, it’s nice, cozy. It’s very you, which sounds stupid, but is something that always makes Kylo feel at ease. He likes the way you decorate, the way you so clearly have put your touch on everything -- it’s so different from his own approach that he has half a mind to be embarrassed. Maybe he should give you his keys and let you make that damn apartment feel more like a home, but then that would mean you’d never be allowed to leave.

“I thought maybe you couldn’t get the time off work.” You grin at him when he finally releases you.

“I’m my own boss, sweets, I make the schedule.” Lighting up a cigarette and puffing on it for a few seconds, Kylo winks at you, “Whole shop’s closed for the holidays.”

Crossing your arms in front of your chest and cocking your hip, you look him up and down, licking your lips and smirking, “That’s very impressive, you know Just like your outfit. I didn’t know you owned a suit.”

Kylo gives a sarcastic little spin on the heel of his boot, showing off the black ensemble that he had managed to dig out of his closet. It was just a jacket and trousers, with a tie that he had actually tied himself, not one of those bullshit clip ons. He’s got a white button down underneath, and he’s grateful for the way his hair covers the tips of his ears because you can’t stop lookin’ at him.

“Just the one.” Kylo blushes despite himself, still not used to the pleased scrutiny you often subject him to, he mutters, “Surprised it still fuckin’ fits.”

“It’s a little tight.” You whisper playfully, pinching at the shoulder seam where the fabric is struggling to contain him. He only huffs out a laugh, a big plume of smoke going with it.

“Alright alright. Where am I takin’ you?” He offers you the flowers, which you happily accept.

“Nowhere, come in.” Throwing the invitation over your shoulder, you walk into the kitchen to find a vase for the flowers.

Confused, Kylo frowns and follows you like the duckling he is, “What do you mean nowhere -- oh.”

In the formal dining room, Kylo is confronted with a long table completely covered in food. There’s so much food that he actually can’t see the tablecloth underneath all the serving platters -- gefilte fish, potato latkes, matzo ball soup, fennel and apple salad, roasted cauliflower and pomegranates, kugel, the biggest fucking brisket that Kylo has ever seen, and of course, an even bigger round braided challah taking center stage.

“Do you like it?” Nervously, you look at him from the kitchen, and Kylo snaps out of his reverie to make his way to you.

“Goddamn you are divine.” Kylo picks you up, kisses you all over your neck and cheeks, “It smells fuckin’ delicious, this can’t be all for me. It’s way too fuckin’ nice for me.”

He doesn’t put you down yet, not yet, wanting to keep you in his tattooed arms forever and ever.

“Now you know why I told you to wear the suit.” You laugh, feeling silly that it’s just the two of you, but, “It’s a special occasion, I wanted to do it up right.”

“You did good, sweets.” Kylo nods, trying not to get too emotional. “Come sit real close to me and tell me all about it.”

The last time he had a big spread like this for a holiday was...damn, he can’t actually remember. When he was a kid, before he fucked off and ran away from home at fifteen. No one’s cooked for him in general in just as long, probably.

Kylo takes his suit jacket off because it really is too tight around the shoulders, and sits down at the head of the table, pulling you directly onto his lap, your pretty self snuggling right up against him even though there’s a perfectly good chair next to him. Kylo starts kissing your neck again, making you squirm and laugh from the way his teeth scrapes against your skin, but then Kylo pulls away abruptly.

“Wait -- there ain’t any fuckin’ fish heads, are there?” He asks, surveying the table for the traditional dish.

“No, those always creep me out.” You scrunch up your nose, and Kylo lets out a sigh of relief.

“Me too, I don’t like shit that’s still got its eyeballs in it.” He shudders dramatically, “Makes me feel bad.”

“I know what you mean, but rest assured this dinner is head-free.” You pat his cheek lovingly.

Kylo catches the hand and pulls it to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to your palm.

“Well... maybe for dessert?” He looks at you expectantly, and it takes you a second to pick up what he’s saying, but when you do, you roll your eyes and groan.

“You’re so annoying.” You say, really meaning I love you.

“Yeah.” He replies with a toothy grin, really replying I love you more.

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Tagging some Kylo lovin' friends!

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#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren/reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren/you #kylo ren imagine #biker au #biker!kylo #adam driver fanfic #adcu #rosh hashanah

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Stepping Up: Part 1

Pairings: Chibs x Reader, Past Jax x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 5,508

Stepping Up Masterlist   Aesthetic by @ravenangel33

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“You know this means nothin’ still, right?” You looked over at Jax Teller’s slurred words and scoffed.

“You called me ‘Tara’. Obviously this will never mean anything to you.”

“Whoops…” You rolled your eyes at his inability to care about anyone but himself and grabbed his shirt off the floor.

“God, you’re a piece of work.” You snapped as you threw his shirt at him. “We’ve been friends for years and you aren’t remotely sorry…”

“Why would I be? Because I called you by the name of the woman I actually love?”

“Dude! Get out!” You grabbed his arm and shoved him out the door of your room; throwing the white sneaker he hadn’t put on yet and his kutte after him. “Seriously, I am not some damn fucking crow eater, Jackson. I was your friend long before you even met Tara…”

“I need my keys…”

“No! Call a fucking taxi. Your bike is staying here. I won’t let you drive…”

“I need my keys!” You hauled back and punched him as hard as you could. He stumbled slightly before the alcohol in his system took over. With a loud bang, he hit the wall and passed out snoring in your hallway in a matter of seconds.

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought.” You stood back and shook your hand. “Fuck.” With an aggravated groan, you headed back to your room to grab your phone and Jax’s keys. You dialed without even thinking; calling the man you wished was in your bed every night instead of your casual flings with Jax, Juice or even sometimes Opie as you tossed the keys into one of your boots so he wouldn’t find them if he were to wake up.

“Aye…” Your head whipped back to look at your alarm clock and you groaned. 3:04 am.

“Shit, Chibs. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinkin’…”

“No lass, ’s’all right. Wha’s wrong?” He asked sleepily. You sighed as you walked out to go check on Jax.

“I knocked out Teller, again. He’s drunk and I didn’t want him driving…” Chibs chuckled and you couldn’t help but smile at the sound.

“A’right, love. I’m comin’.” You sighed and nodded.

“Thanks, honey. You’re too good to me.” You heard the jingle of his belt buckle over his laugh as you headed back into your bathroom to get cleaned up.

“No, lassie. I’m far from that. I’ll see ye soon.” You thanked him and hung up as you turned the shower on with a sigh.

——

“Thank’s again for coming over so late.”

“Honestly, love. It’s nothin’. Ye know I’d do anythin’ for ye.” He said as he helped you tuck Jax’s passed out body into your spare bed.

“I know you would. Still doesn’t give me the right to pull you out of bed at three in the morning.”

“Aye, but now I get ta sleep ‘ere so I can pick on ‘im in the morn’.” You smiled as you flipped off the light and headed toward your room.

“Well you gotta help me change the sheets then. May have had yet another slight lapse of vodka induced judgement.” He didn’t make a sound as he followed you. When you got in your room, you turned around to look at him with your eyebrow raised. “What?”

“Why do ye do this ta yerself? Yer worth so much more’n that.” You did a startled double take as you looked at Chibs, the man who had become your best friends in the years you’d been helping with the books for the club… the man who you were secretly head over heels, madly in love with.

“You of all people…” Your words were cut off by him cupping your face and kissing you. The kiss was firm yet gentle and showed you more love than your orphan heart had ever felt in your entire life.

“Open yer eyes, love. Yer worth more’n a booty call ta these dumb pricks. Yer worth more than the crow eater life, love. I love ye, (Y/N). Yer worth e’erythin’ ta me… but I can’t stay ‘round any longer…”

“No, don’t go!” You said as you grabbed his wrists desperately. “I’ll stop, I’ll do whatever you want me too. Please, I… I can’t lose you… I love you, too.” You captured his lips with yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck. With a deep moan, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. He started to walk you back to the bed and you forced yourself to pull away. “Not tonight. I don’t want to start whatever this could be like that.” You glanced over your shoulder at the unmade bed behind you to make a point. You looked back up at Chibs, who nodded.

“A’right, love. But I’ll be the only one in this bed from now on, yea?” You nodded as you cupped his cheeks in your hands. He gave you a chaste kiss and rested his forehead against yours with a small laugh. “Jus’ so ye know. This is not the way I wanted ta tell ye I loved ye.” You smiled and nodded.

“Trust me. I totally know.”

——

“Where are my… well, shit. Look at you.” You glanced back at Jax as you made breakfast and cocked your eyebrow.

“Nice shiner. Musta pissed someone off good.” Jax shrugged as he headed over to the fridge to get something to drink. “Use a glass.” You said as you scrambled eggs in the left over bacon grease.

“Who’s shirt is that?” You looked down and smirked at the button down Chibs had worn last night.

“Chibs. How do you think you made it out of the hallway and into bed.” Jax laughed as he drank milk right out of the carton.

“And you were giving me shit last night. What was that about not bein a crow eater?”

“Watch yer mouth Jackie boy.” Chibs said threateningly as he walked into the kitchen, still towel drying his hair from his shower. “There’s m’shirt.” He gave you a chaste kiss as Jax looked at the two of you curiously.

“Did I miss something?” You turned around to look at him to respond but Chibs spoke before you could.

“Aye. Ye did, boyo. Now, ye call my ol’ lady a crow eater once more and I’l knock yer teeth down yer throat. Yer show up here lookin ‘fore a piece’a ass once more and I’ll put a damn bullet in yer skull. Ye and those other two morons known long enough ‘ow I felt ‘bout her. Well, now she’s mine.”

“Took you long enough.” Jax said as he took another swing of milk.

“Use a glass, damn it! I’ve been tellin you that for 16 years!” He chuckled and raised his hands in surrender.

“Where are my keys?”

“You can have them after breakfast. Park it.” You said as you tapped Chibs with your elbow and pointed at the cabinet your plates were in. “And get some ice on that eye.”

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“So, he finally made an honest woman out of my baby girl?” Gemma asked during one of her family dinners a few weeks after you and Chibs started dating. She offered you a beer and you shook your head.

“Took him a while of helping me scrape his drunk friends off my floor before we both got our heads out of our asses.” She laughed as she handed you a serving platter of mashed potatoes. She wagged you closer with her finger and leaned over so she was right next to your ear with a smile.

“Well between you and me, you deserve so much better than Jackson anyways.” You laughed as you looked over at her before heading to the table. You smiled at Chibs, who was talking to Tig about something when you were bombarded by the smell of overpowering, flowery perfume.

You dropped the potatoes on the table as your stomach turned and you shoved the girl out of your way to get to the bathroom. You could hear people calling your name; asking if you were OK as you clamped your hand over your mouth and ran. You pushed the door closed behind you and didn’t get a chance to even look at what it caught on as you fell to the floor and lost what little lunch you had been able to keep down.

“Hey, ’s’all right, love.” Chibs said as he kicked the floor mat out of the door’s path and closed the door behind him. He kneeled down beside you and pulled your hair back out of the way.

“Eww don’t look at me…” You groaned between heaves. He chuckled as you threw up again.

“Darlin’ I’ve seen ye way worse’n this b’fore.” You groaned and fell toward him on your hip as you grabbed some toilet paper to wipe your mouth. You heard a knock on the door as you flushed the toilet.

“She OK?” Gemma asked as she handed Chibs a small bottle of mouthwash and a wet washcloth.

“She’s been sick all day. One of the girls at the club was sick last week, she prob’ly just caught it. I’m gun’ tak ‘er ‘ome all the same.”

“You’re off work tomorrow. Get her to the doctor. Clay gives you shit for it, send him to me.” Chibs nodded as he gently rubbed your back.

“No, I’m fine…”

“No. You’re goin to the damn doctor, (Y/N) and if you give Chibs trouble about it, I’ll send Clay and Jax over to make you go.” You groaned as you let yourself fall over to lean on the counter to see if your stomach was done or not.

“Fine.” You grumbled as you took the washcloth from your boyfriend and wiped your face and neck.

“Let me know what they say.” Gemma said as she dipped back out of the room.

“Stupid doctor…” You growled as you spit the bile in your throat into the toilet.

“Can ye get up, love?” You nodded as you took his hand, letting him pull you up with him.

“I will give you a hundred bucks if you tell her I went…”

“Not a chance. She’ll ‘ave me balls on a silver platter in an hour.” You rolled your eyes as you took the mouth wash from him. You rinsed your mouth out quickly and sighed as you splashed some water on your face.

“Who was that girl? The one I pushed. I don’t think I know her.”

“‘er name is somethin’ like Diane or Debrah. She’s Opie’s new ol’ lady.” You shrugged as you dried your face off.

“Yea, well her perfume reeks. It’s like she…” You words caught in your throat as you opened the medicine cabinet to put the mouthwash in it and your eyes landed on a box of tampons. “Fuck. What’s today?” You looked back at his confused face as he looked at the medicine cabinet.

“Satur… mother’a Christ.” He said as he realized what you were noticing. “We use…”

“Jax didn’t.” He mumbled something in Gaelic under his breath before he put his hand over yours and closed the cabinet door.

“Let’s go.” You gave him a small nod as he put his hand on the small of your back, leading you out of Gemma’s house without a word to anyone.

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You sat in absolute shock as the doctor with entirely too much energy read the results of your pregnancy test. You gripped Chibs’ hand tightly in yours as you waited for her to shut up about what great news this was.

“Options if I don’t want it?” You asked once she finally stopped talking. Her smile dropped a little bit.

“Oh! I’m sorry. Well… there is a clinic in Stockton that does abortions up to twelve weeks. You’re at six so you have time. Then there is adoption. I’ll have the nurse bring in some pamphlets for you for both options.” You nodded as she got up from her chair and left the room. You couldn’t say a word; your stomach twisting and turning into knots. You felt dirty; being in love with Chibs while pregnant with another man’s child.

“We’ll say s’mine.” He said softly after a minute of dead silence. “I can’t let ye abort the child…”

“How do you explain a blond child as yours though, Filip?” You asked as you looked over at him. “There’s no way I could do adoption. Look at how well that turned out for me when my birth mother put me up for adoption.”

“N’matter what, this changes nothin’ with us.” You turned to look away but he grabbed your chin and forced you too look at him. “Nothin’ changes. I love ye. I’ve known yer past ‘nd I love ye. I’d still love ye even if we’d not started datin’ that night ‘nd this happened. Nothin’ changes.” You burst into tears and he pulled you into a hug as the nurse knocked and stepped into the room. She set the pamphlets on the counter and told you were OK to check out and leave whenever you were ready. “C’mon, love. Let’s get ye home…”

“What are we gunna tell Gemma?” You looked up at him as he stood up and he shook his head.

“I’dun know.”

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Neither Teller said a word as you sat in your living room next to Chibs across from them. You clung to Chibs’ hand like it was a life raft; waiting for them to process the information. It had been a whole week of long talks and even fights with your boyfriend before you finally came up with the two propositions you had given them: publicly announce that the child was Chibs’ and Jax was to sign his rights over to you so Chibs’ could adopt if he wanted or Jax stepped up and took responsibility with the understanding that Chibs was going to be the more present father figure as long as you were together.

After a good five minutes of silence, Gemma huffed and whacked her son on the back of his head.

“You fucking idiot. I told you to stay the hell away from her with your dick! You’re taking responsibility for your actions, Jackson.” She looked back over at you as she stretched across the coffee table and took your hand. “You tell the truth, baby girl. That baby doesn’t need to be brought into this world as a lie. My idiot son will step up and be the man he pretends to be if I have to personally kick his ass every day to make him.”

“You can’t…” Jax shouted. Gemma whipped around and glared at him.

“Jackson Nathanial. What did I tell you growing up, huh? You knock a girl up and you’re taking responsibility for it like a man. Your dick got you into this mess and you’re gunna pay for it for the next 18 years, do you understand me?!” She raised her eyebrows at him, waiting for an answer. Jax scowled as he grabbed his phone off the table and stormed out of the house, slamming the front door behind him. Her face softened only slightly as she looked back over at you.

“Now you, little missy. I know you have heard the same speech from me as he has. You should have known better…”

“I’m sorry, Gem…” She held up her hand and shook her head.

“Nope. I don’t blame you, mostly because my son should know better. But this situation is not fair to any of the parties involved; Jax and Chibs especially.” Chibs went to interrupt but Gemma simply moved her palm toward him to keep him silent, determined to be heard. “Now, you got lucky with this one. Had this been any other member of the club coming to me beside you with the idea that they were gunna be the one to raise my grand baby over my son, I’d skin ‘em alive. But, I know how much he loves you and I know he is going to be there for you and this child no matter what happens. I also know that he will be the father figure this baby needs that my son isn’t capable of being yet.” She finally put her hand down and laid it on your and Chibs’ folded hands.

“I love both of you, so much. And I am so, so sorry that this is how this situation played out for the two of you.” You nodded as tears welled in your eyes. She gave you a smile and pat your hands as she stood up and slipped into mother mode. “Now, I’m going to go get you some vitamins and some of these ginger lollipops that are great for morning sickness. Do you have an OB/GYN? If you don’t I can call mine and have him get you in. I’ll also do a little paper work and put you on my health insurance…”

“Gem…”

“Nope. This is my first grand baby so I’m gunna help. It’s a little strange that the parents are my son and the girl I see as my daughter, but it is what it is.” She waved her hands in a stand up gesture so she could give you a hug. “Now, no more coffee or caffeine. I know you don’t smoke often so I don’t have to worry about that but you are not to smoke in this house anymore.” She said as she pointed at Chibs and gave him a hug.

“Yes mum.” He said as he looked over at you, a little stunned at the reaction you were getting from Gemma.

“Perfect. Now, go put your feet up, relax. I’m sure you have been stressing about this for days. I’ll bring something over for dinner later tonight when I drop the other stuff off.” You didn’t get a chance to protest as she walked out the door, talking to her self about how exciting a new baby would be. As the front door closed, you looked over at your boyfriend in absolute shock.

“Did that just happen?” You asked as you pointed at the couch. You both thought Jax would choose to sign his rights over. Gemma’s reaction was… well exactly what you thought it would be.

She and Clay had basically raised you from the time you were 11. You were a foster child with the couple next door to the Teller-Morrow’s but you spent more time with her hanging out with Jax than you did with your foster family. She moved you in and claimed you as her own shortly after her youngest, Thomas died just after you turned 13.

“Well… that just made this a wee bit more interestin’.” You nodded and let out a small laugh.

“Well I guess I can be grateful I don’t have to worry about dinner now.” You said as you turned and grabbed the remote to your TV; fully intending to just enjoy your free afternoon with your boyfriend. You both sat down on the couch Jax and Gemma were sitting on with a mutual sigh.

“Well that’s one less thin’ we’ve ta worry ‘bout, m’love.” You huffed a laugh and looked up at him as he pulled you into his side.

“Yea, now we just have to worry about a baby, instead.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

“‘ey, beautiful. ‘ow was the appoint…” Chibs’ words were cut off by the death glare you gave him.

“I’ve gained 19 pounds and I have a small cantaloupe kicking my bladder. Don’t start.” You were 24 weeks pregnant, hot, tired and miserable. He chuckled as he stepped into your office in the clubhouse and gave you a sweet kiss.

“Did they at least get the gender this time or is peanut still bein’ stubborn?” You sighed as you leaned back in your chair with a smile and rubbed your hand over your baby bump.

“Peanut is no longer stubborn, thankfully. I picked up the cake for the reveal an hour ago and our copies of the ultra sounds are in my purse.” You leaned forward and snatched the extra set that was in an envelope from under your keyboard. “For the boy Prince. He around?”

“Prob’ly somewhere. ‘e rode back wit’ us.” You rolled your eyes and tossed the envelope onto your desk. Jax had done every single thing possible to avoid having to step up for his kid; going as far as avoiding the inside of the club house if your car was in the lot.

“Well if you wanna go hunt down him and your brothers, I’ll call over to Gemma so we can do the reveal. And do me a favor…” You said as you reached out and grabbed his hand before he left. “Cut the cake with me if he chooses to be an ass. I already feel foolish enough being…”

“Stop. Ye ‘ave no reason ta feel foolish, love. Not a soul judges ye for this, ye understand me?” You sighed heavily and nodded. “I’ll talk ta the boy. See if I can knock some sense in ta the lad.”

“Thank you baby.” You cooed as you pulled him down to you for a kiss. He gave you a wink before heading out of your office, screaming Jax’s name at the top of his lungs. You laughed as you picked up your phone and called over to Gemma’s office by the shop.

“… Again, I don’t care. You work on Sundays. Period. Hello?” You laughed into the phone.

“Lowell trying to get weekends off, again?” You heard Gemma sigh over the loud squeak of her chair.

“It’s like clock work. Every full moon, he falls apart and I’m stuck with the pieces.”

“Shit, send him up to me. I’ll trade you Mr. Army stories any day.”

“No thanks. I’d kill him. What do you need baby?”

“Gender reveal cake is…”

“I’m coming!” She shouted as she slammed the phone down. You shook your head as you got up and stretched.

“You better be a girl.” You told your bump as you grabbed Jax’s copies of the ultra sound and slid them into your back pocket. You headed toward the kitchen to get the cake as the back door to the club opened and the guys of the MC poured in; some of them getting pushed out of the way by Gemma.

“Tiggy get the plates.” She called out as she stepped into the kitchen to grab a knife and some plastic forks. “So the tally as of this morning is 8 for boy and only 4 for girl. We are out numbered, baby girl.”

“Imagine how Chibs’ feels being the only guy who wants a girl.” You laughed as you pulled the medium sized bakery box out of the fridge.

“He’s not the only one. Jax is the other girl vote.” You nearly dropped the cake as you looked over at Gemma. She smiled and nodded slowly. “Put his vote in this morning.”

“Well I’ll be damned. He’s been avoiding me like the plague.”

“He’s just scared, baby.” You nodded as you followed her out to the bar.

“Place your bets, place your bets!” Juice called out teasingly as you slid the cake box onto the bar. Chibs came over with a small shake of his head; letting you know he couldn’t find Jax. You sighed and shook your head as the guys crowded around the bar.

“OK, ye heathens. Ye have ta see the top first.” Chibs shouted over everyone as he opened the box. You smiled, very proud of yourself for the ‘Harleys or Handbags’ design you and Gemma came up with for the top.

“That’s cute but can we cut the cake now?” Opie called out causing the guys to laugh. You felt a bump on the arm as Chibs pulled out the cake.

“Care if I help?” You looked at Jax with a smile and nodded.

“Wouldn’t be the same if you didn’t.” You saw Clay move to the bar from behind Jax and he gave you a small nod.

“Last count for the poll was you idiots voting wrong for blue and us four voting right for pink.” Gemma said as she handed you the knife and gestured to the four people standing behind the bar. She pat Jax on the shoulder as he put his hand over yours on the knife. With a glance up at him, you shrugged.

“1, 2, 3.” The two of you pushed the knife right through the word ‘handbags’ and you smiled when you saw flecks of pink cake when you lifted the blade. The guys cheered and whistled as you cut the first piece of pink cake and put it on a plate.

“You happy?” Jax asked as he handed the slice to you. With a smile and tears of joy, you nodded and moved out of the way as Gemma took over cutting the rest of the cake.

“Yea, I am now. Oh! I have ultra sound pictures for you. I made them give me copies.”

“Maybe I could go with you and Chibs next time?” He asked as he took the envelope. You glanced over at Chibs as he stepped to your side to congratulate the both of you. He gave Jax a quick hug and nodded.

“Absolutely, brother. It’s your little girl.” You nodded in agreement as tears welled in Jax’s eyes. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before grabbing a beer and a slice of cake and going to join the rest of his brothers to celebrate.

“Told ye e’d come ‘round.” Chibs said as he put his arm around your waist. You let your head fall on his shoulder and sighed.

“Thank you, for everything. I don’t know what…” He grabbed your fork and a bite of cake and popped it in your mouth, effectively silencing you.

“Stop. Ye don’ need ta keep thankin’ me, love. Jus’ keep on lovin’ me.” You picked your head up and happily scowled.

“You’re a pain in my ass.” You teased; quickly grabbing a piece of cake with your fingers and silencing his retort the same way he did.

“Pregnant or not, you two start a cake fight in my clubhouse and you’re cleaning the whole building.” Clay teased as he grabbed one of the last pieces of cake from the bar. You laughed as Chibs grabbed his own piece and followed you to sit and celebrate with the rest of your family.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“This little girl is most definitely a Teller.” Gemma said as she watched you bouncing on an exercise ball in the hospital in an attempt to induce labor at 38.5 weeks. You had been confined to your hospital room for three weeks to monitor the Braxton Hicks contractions you were having because, with the genetic heart condition Jax had, your doctor wanted to be safe over sorry. You even had a c-section scheduled the next day, just in case. Good ol’ “Teller family flaw”.

“Yea, well I’m so tired I’m about to cut her out myself for a night of sleep.”

“Lotta good that’ll do ye, m’love. Then she’ll be out’n cryin’ er’y few hours.” Chibs chimed in. You glared at him, miserable beyond belief.

“You’re not helping.” You growled as you tried rolling your hips in a circle.

“Do the hand thing again…” Juice tried.

“The hand thing didn’t work! See!” The moment you pressed down on the webbing between your thumb and your pointer finger on your left hand, your water broke. The ball you were sitting on slid in the mess and Jax, who had thankfully been holding your arm for balance anyways, had just enough time to catch you before you hit the ground. You looked over at Juice’s stunned face and growled. “OUT!” He took one look at you and ran out the door as fast as he possibly could; stifling a laugh.

“I got the nurse.” Chibs said as Jax and Gemma helped you over to the bed.

“Keep Juice away from me or I will kill him after that.” You grumbled as Chibs walked back in with the nurse and surprisingly, your doctor, Dr. Roberts.

“Well isn’t this convenient. I was actually just coming in to see how you were doing.” You immediately wanted to strangle her for her overly cheery attitude.

“Well… I’m pregnant and have spent three weeks in a hospital bed with a watermelon on my bladder that thinks my rip cage is a xylophone. So I’m great.” She laughed and nodded as she grabbed a pair of gloves.

“So I have you scheduled for a c-section tomorrow.” She confirmed, pausing her thought as she checked to see how far you were dilated. “Now, you’re only about two centimeters dilated. Meaning this could take a while because I don’t wanna risk pitocin. So, since I’m here already, we could go ahead…”

“Out. Get her out. Don’t care anymore. Out.” You said as you threw your hands up in the air, officially 150% done with being pregnant. Everyone in the room chuckled as she nodded her head, got up and headed toward the door.

“Alright, you heard the woman. Let’s have a baby.” You sighed in relief as she headed out the door and glanced over at Jax just in time to watch the color drain from his face. He took a half step to the side and you knew he was going down.

“Chibs, Jax.”

“Oh ho! No ye don’t lad.” Chibs said as he caught Jax and stood him up right with a laugh.

“This is like… really happening.” He said as Gemma took over with a smile.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go get you some water.” You couldn’t help but smile as Gem lead her son out the door.

“Are you gunna faint on me, too?” You asked as Chibs came over and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at you sarcastically and nodded.

“Aye. Gun’ piss m’self right ‘ere’n er’ythin’.” You rolled your eyes as he kissed your forehead. “Ye ready ta be a mum?”

“Trick question. Am I ready to have peanut out? Yes. Am I ready to meet little Miss Kelsi Renee? Yes. Am I ready for everything else that comes with being a mom? Absolutely not.”

“Ye’ll be fine, love. I’ll be ‘elpin’ ye er’y day.” You nodded as Dr. Roberts and two nurses walked back in.

“Daddy Reaper got a little white there.” She joked.

“Almost hit the ground. He won’t live to hear the end of that one from me.” You teased as the nurses got you ready for surgery.

“So do we have Daddy McScotty joining us or…” She asked a little hesitantly. That was what you loved about your doctor. She gave you no problems whatsoever about your “love triangle” as she once called it; and you loved that she gave both Chibs and Jax their own nicknames.

“I’ll go ask ‘im. It should be ‘im in there. I saw my Kerrianne be born and I’ll see my next one, too.” You smiled at him as he gave you a chaste kiss. “I love ye, baby. Good luck.”

“I love you, too.” He gave you one more peck before telling the doctor to take good care of you. You smiled and shook your head as he left the room to find Jax.

“You got one good guy there.” Dr. Roberts said as she gestured to the door with her chin. You nodded in agreement.

“Most people don’t get a chance to see the softer side of the men I call family, but they all are just angels in biker kuttes and tattoos. But Filip is most definitely a saint.” As the nurses popped the wheels of your hospital bed, Jax walked back into the room, looking a little more green than white. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Shut up.” He grumbled as he took the stack of scrubs he was going to have to wear from a nurse.

“Damn… I hope one of the boys is smart enough to get a picture of you in those bad boys. You better get one with your kutte on over them, too for me.” The nurses and Dr. Roberts laughed as they started rolling you out of your room to the OR.

“You know what… I hate you right now.” He grouched. You smiled up at him as you reached out for his hand.

“You ready?” He squeezed your hand and shook his head with a laugh.

“Hell no.” You laughed as the nurse got his attention to show him where to change while you got your anesthesia. With a heavy sigh, he leaned down and kissed your cheek. “See ya in there.”

“I’ll be the one on the table.”

“Jesus Christ…” He grumbled with a shake of his head as he walked away.

“Well I thought it was funny.” You said to your doctor as she guided your bed into the OR with a laugh.

Part 2

#Chibs x Reader #Stepping Up #Stepping Up Series

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The Tales of a Teenage Time Traveler: Chapter Sixteen

where was i going with this chapter? i forgot. i’ll be glad when this story arc is over, i hate it so much. but i cant just skip over it cause then the rest of the story will make no sense.

i need to find the lego figures all these characters are based on so you guys can see what they look like. i could just draw them but i feel like the minifigures fit the story better. hannah and i would partly write the story by building out things with the legos. i remember making the jedi temple. i probably have pictures on my old tablet somewhere, but its a pain to get it to turn on.

ill check my lego box for the figures, though. maybe they are still put together, and if not i probably remember which peices i used.

anyways, enjoy this rather short chapter in which hannah for some reason cant talk in one sentance but then can in the next? im very tired ignore me.

Chapter sixteen

“So, ya managed to make it,” Hannah said, shifting to the side so I could sit down in the booth chair next to her. I nodded, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear self-consciously.

“Why do you get so much….. less eloquent when you're drunk?” I asked. Hannah picked up her drink and swirled the contents.

“First, I ain't drunk. Buzzed. There's a difference. And 'b', I'm never eloquent. *hic* I just act that way, you see. So people don't think I'm crazy.” She took a big gulp of the drink and slammed the nearly-empty container down on the table. In the background of the noisy establishment, the band ended their song and began another one.

“What, you think you're crazy?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Homie, you grew up with me. Don't tell me ya don't agree,” She pointed out. I nodded my head back and forth in agreement.

A very tall, slender twi'lek dressed rather scantily strolled up to our table, carrying a serving platter. She picked up a dish off of it and placed it gently on our table.

“Here's your Coruscant Crispers,” she said, her voice dripping honey. Hannah reached into her pocket and pulled out a wrinkled bill. She passed it to the twi-lek. “Thanks. Here, buy yourself something better to wear,” she said. The  twi-lek grabbed the bill, stuffing it in her top. She smiled at Hannah and stepped away to continue serving food.

Hannah reached into the basket of food and grabbed one, sticking it in her mouth. “Try these, they're amazing.”

I hesitantly grabbed one and turned it over in my hand, inspecting it.

It was a wedge of some sort of deep-fried vegetable, coated in various spices. I took a small bite. It was very hot, and rather crunchy. But the taste was a lot like a french fry, with ranch seasoning. It wasn't that bad, actually.

“So you're gonna make me come back here again tomorrow, I heard,” Hannah said. I nodded, eating another fry- er, crisper.

“Yeah, Obi-wan said he needed to talk to Yoda,” I repeated. Hannah rolled her eyes.

“He's so…… indecisive,” she grumbled. “It takes a whole council just for Obi-wan to decide what he wants to eat that day.”

“Rude.”

“Hey, it's true!” We ate in silence for a bit, Hannah flagging down a waitress to order another round of alcohol.

“Did'ja bump into that weird little girl again?” She asked suddenly.

“What girl?” I looked at Hannah, confused.

“The girl? Th' one that bumped into you earl'r?  That strange one with the fake-lookin' hair.” Hannah hiccuped and took another gulp of her drink. She glanced at the plate of crispers, stared at it, then picked one up and dunked it in the drink. She bit a piece off, decided it tasted good enough, and continued from there eating the rest of them that way.

“Oh, that girl. No, I didn't see her again. But she said something weird to me when she ran into me,” I remembered.

“Like what?”

I furrowed my brow, trying to remember her exact words.

“I can't remember, it was something like 'target acquired' or 'target found' or something. Like she was looking for someone and thought I was them, only I don't think I want to be that someone.” I leaned forward and rested my chin on my arm.

“Probably just some kid's gang member seeking a new robbery victim,” Hannah said in between bites.

“Maybe, but I feel like it was…. Bigger then that.”

#ttt #ttt chapter sixteen #mcefi