#reubaltach

[crylittlecrow]

betteryiddish

reubaltach

soakedinxbleach

wendydxrling

"Sorry, sorry. I'm just klutzy." She squatted to pick up the broken glass of the wine bottle.

[fartoomanymuses-blog]

Plot Idea

1. Muse A is the more dominant partner, and that's how they both like it. But as a challenge/dare/fun game they decide to shake things up a bit. Muse A has to lay back and try to stay as still as possible, to not take over as he usually does while Muse B gets to explore and tease and do whatever they want. 

[piuthar-blog]

[[you two kill me]]

[reubaltach-blog]

He hisses all the same as he leans against her, arm draped over her shoulders and he’s trying not to give her the whole of his weight but he’s tired and he needs to sit down before the adrenaline wears off. "Knife fight,” he offers in answer, free hand moving to press to one of the deeper gashes, not that it does much good when there are plenty of others. "The door locked?”

There’s an agitated edge to his words, something more than passing concerned, and he would insist they stand at the window to make sure nobody followed him except things grey a little, the ground wobbling under his feet and he sucks in a sharp breath and curses before he feels his strength start to go, sags against her more solidly. "Couch,” he warns, because the last thing he needs right now is to dump them both to the ground because he tried to be too stubborn for his own good.

[gunrunningtelford-blog]

"I'd hate t'see th'other guy." She mumbles half-heartedly, dragging the Scot's sorry ass to her couch. There's no point in masking the anxiety in her voice, he's bleeding quite profusely --bleeding all over her new sofa and she'll be sure to bitch about that later, but first she needs to get him back on his feet. Though she's well aware of the fact that she's lacking the skills required to patch her brother up. And frankly that scares the shit out of her. She doesn't want to inspect him any further, but Ace knows she needs to assess the damage that has been done. Just to figure out what kind of help her really needs, because she'll be damned if she lets him bleed out in her living room. "Ye know y'mightae come t' th'wrong person for this... so unless ye plan on talkin' me through stichin' ye up we migh' have t'call tha' doctor friend o'yers."

[ridelikelxghtning]

reubaltach

     "How's the club doing?"

[harleyandacut]

reubaltach said: //drunk but precious and adorable so we’ll let it slide. THIS TIME. *sidles off to bed*

MY GIRLFRIEND SAID THE SAME THING. 

[oldladyenough-blog]

“Gimme Angst!” //ANGST FOR ALL.

angst meme -- reubaltach -- #15 Your muse is sick and in a great amount of pain, worried that they won’t make it through the night. My muse will react to yours asking them to kill them and end their misery.

Tara bit her lip as she heard Jax pacing behind her. There wasn't much more that she was able to do for the Scot, and knowing that broke her heart. It had always been her job to keep them alive to protect them. She felt like she failed. 

When Bobby came into the room, she noted that they had both left the room. She wasn't ready to yet, she needed to be here for him. Though, she wasn't expect to hear the raspy voice say those words. To kill him. Tara shook her head as tears filled her eyes. "No, I can't do that."