#I really hope this isn't too close to the Wendy one

[ckret2]

Ok but why DO the teens of Gravity Falls start worshipping Bill after everything he did to them? Isn't there a better counterculture figure they can use that didn't traumatize them for life?

You'd think. Pre-TBOB I sure wouldn't have made them worship him—but if canon says they worship him to be edgy, who am I to argue.

So since it IS canon, I justify it two ways:

One: who says they were traumatized? I'm not saying "Weirdmageddon wasn't traumatic"; I'm saying "maybe they didn't feel traumatized by it." Not everyone comes away from should-be-traumatic situations with trauma, ESPECIALLY if they have a large support group that understands what they went through... like, say, literally everyone else in town.

And a WHOLE LOT of Gravity Falls—maybe even most of the town—had VERY little exposure to Bill or Weirdmageddon. Based on Wendy's account, she and her friends didn't know anything was wrong until the eye-bats swooped in to petrify them. Anyone captured "probably" wasn't conscious (based on how Lazy Susan seems disoriented and unaware of her surroundings, I assume they were mostly unconscious, partially dreaming). All the teens (along with the other townspeople) were freed from the throne while Bill and his minions were outside, escaped (except for Wendy & Robbie) before Bill got back, and then everything went back to normal and nothing was broken and nobody was hurt.

For Wendy, it was the most stressful, dangerous, terrifying week of her life.

For all of Wendy's friends (and probably most other teens in town), it was just a pretty bizarre 15 minutes.

Since the eye-bats were picking off stray townspeople days into Weirdmageddon, I'm sure not all of the teenagers in town were captured so quickly and painlessly... but like, the teens that got the highest doses of trauma from the incident probably aren't the specific teens worshiping Bill to be edgy.

Two: it's a way of reclaiming power over the situation. Do you know one way to stop fearing the monster you imagine under your bed? By imagining really hard that the monster you can feel so, so close in the dark is actually friendly and there to protect you.

The triangle guy's dead and not coming back right? Then there's no consequences if we clown around in his name. You want to be a big fancy god? Okay, now you're the God of Making My Teacher Give Me An A+ On The Final. You're the God of Please Don't Let Me Get Fired From My Part Time Job For Showing Up Late. You're the God of Putting Me In The Same Classes As My Friends This School Year. I'll sacrifice a chicken nugget to you and you'll do me a favor.

If you're a chaos god then I'm calling on you when we spray graffiti, secretly throw a house party, sneak into the movie theater, sell weed in the restroom. If you're a chaos god then keep away the cops and parents when we're breaking the rules. (It's lucky coincidence that Bill would probably love to be the god of illegal parties and drug dealing.)

If you wanna be a god, then you're hired, buddy—and on this planet, that means if we bow to your image and chant your name and sacrificially burn a one dollar Bill over a candle for you, then you have to do what we ask, and you can't scare us anymore. And if worshiping you DOES scare the authority figures we're yearning to buck against, that's just a bonus.

Pantheons all over the world worship gods of volcanoes, sea storms, war, and death. When humans see a force too terrible to defeat or escape, we give it a face, a name, and a temple, and start feeding it with offerings and prayers in hopes we can domesticate it the same way we domesticated wolves with meat and back scratches.

[the-sin-hole]

vacillator

stanxreader flashfic, 2.4k words gender neutral, mutual pining, no warnings apply

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You don't know how else you can make your intentions clear.

You started by laughing extra hard at his jokes. You’d put a hand on his arm now and then when you talked, leaning in close during conversations. Fuck, you even batted your eyes at him the other day. You’ve pulled these moves before, with an excellent success rate, you might add. These are classic moves! And you’re sure he’s into you, too. You've shared too many intimate after-work moments —on the couch, at the bar, or in his kitchen— joking, talking, and getting closer (both physically and emotionally) each time. But he isn't responding to any of your more overt techniques. Why isn't this working?

So you decide to go for broke. One day after work, you join him on the porch couch. The kids are gone, Soos and Wendy are gone. It’s just you. He gives an amiable grunt at your presence, a signal you’re welcome to join him. You talk for a bit, joke about the customers that came through that day, bounce ideas for a new exhibit. He cracks a joke, and you take your opportunity.

You laugh hard and lean toward him, closing the already meager distance between you. You put your hand on his knee and look up at him with eager eyes.

“You’re funny, y’know that?”

Something in his eyes shifts. You’re not sure what it is— you hope for the best and plow forward.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something...” you say in a low, sultry tone, really laying it on thick. This has never failed you. This is going to work.

He grabs your wrist.

For a heart-stopping moment, you think he’s going to pull you in, kiss you just like you’ve been daydreaming about for months now. But his body stiffens. He turns his head away from you, looking at you side-eyed before saying:

“Keep it to yourself, kid.”

He pulls your hand away from his thigh. Your heart sinks into your gut. He called you “kid” your first few days working here. You berated him to stop, and he did. After he liked you well enough.

You swallow the lump that’s gathered in your throat. You take a quiet, deep breath. You stand, and he lets his hand fall away from your wrist. Eyes locked forward, fixed on the horizon line where the yolk-yellow sun is starting to dip, you say as solidly as you can manage:

“I told you not to call me that.”

You walk down the porch steps without another word. He does not stop you.

You mope in your apartment that night, letting yourself feel good and pitiful. It’s been a while since you’ve been so swiftly rejected. But even as you wallow and wade in self-deprecation, you know one thing for damn sure: there’s no way you’re going to let it show how much it bothered you. That would only make it worse.

So the next day at work, you’re chipper as ever. You greet Stan bright and casual, joke with the kids and customers as if nothing is wrong. To your immense relief (and maybe a little bit of disappointment), he acts similarly. Good. Better to just forget it ever happened.

Days go by in the same fashion, just acting like nothing happened. Beneath that act you’re nursing your bruised crush— fantasies still play in your head every night. You can’t help but hope that maybe he’d change his mind, corner you, and confess some feelings to you after he had the time to think it through. But the longer that fantasy doesn’t come to pass, the more you just tell yourself to shake it off, forget about it. You tried. It didn’t work. Get over it.

It’s hard to get over it.

A week later, you’re stuck helping a customer after what would normally be closing time. It’s not a big deal— they’re pleasant enough, just a dawdler taking their sweet time deciding on a purchase. As you’re about to finally convince them that, yes, that snow globe would look perfect superglued to the dashboard of their car, Stan walks in. He shoos the customer away, following them close so he can immediately shut the door after their exit. He turns and gruffly tells you not to keep the store open for stragglers. You furrow your brow.

“But I was in the process of making you more money.”

“Ain’t always worth it. Get to closing, and then you can get outta here.”

He walks away before you can respond. You frown at the back of his head. That was… rougher than usual.

The next day, you’re trying to fix an exhibit in the showroom in between tour groups. It’s not normally your thing, but you couldn’t find Soos, and sticking the loose arm back on the Six-Pack-A-lope seemed like an easy enough fix. Stan walks in, having seen the same need for repair as he passed through earlier. Again, he adopts a more abrasive tone than usual when he sees you trying to fix it.

“Let me do that.”

“It’s alright, I got it.”

“That wasn’t a question. Just gimme that screwdriver.”

You turn to him, eyebrow knit together, confused why this is suddenly a point of contention.

“Why? This is an easy fix. I can knock it out in less than a minute.”

“I just can’t afford to have you messin’ it up worse than it already is.”

You stare at him for a few seconds, trying to read his expression. He’s not angry, but he’s resolute. You have no interest in fighting this fight, your ego still bruised by your rejection, so you roll your eyes, put the screwdriver down hard on the stand of the exhibit, and leave.

The next day, it’s even worse.

You’re in the kitchen after work, helping the twins design a specialized net to catch Lockbody Mantises. This isn’t unprecedented— you’ve spent a fair bit of time in the homey spots of the Shack before. Stan walks in to grab his usual post-work Pitt Cola, and he immediately bristles when he sees you.

“I’m not payin’ you to play babysitter.”

You bristle right back. What is his problem?

“I’m not babysitting. I’m just spending some time helping my coworkers here with a project,” you say in a measured voice that barely contains the irritation underneath.

“Yeah, and I’m not payin’ you for it,” Stan replies as he leans into the fridge to grab his can.

The kids take the crayon-made blueprints and scram when they see your stony glare at his back. You stand, steel yourself. You wait until you hear them run up the stairs to the attic before proceeding.

“If you’re trying to force me out of here, let’s just make this easier for both of us. Fire me already.”

He pulls back from the fridge and turns to you, looking surprised.

“What? Why would I wanna fire you? You’re the only one around here who does anything.”

“Yeah, no shit! But you keep telling me to do less so I’m getting some mixed messages here!”

He’s taken aback, as if he hadn’t considered his actions.

“W-well, I was just, y’know—” he trails off, obviously unsure how to respond. His hand grips the can a little too hard. You exhale sharply through your nose.

“Whatever. I need the money, so I’m coming to work tomorrow. Either fire me, or I’ll keep coming.”

He doesn’t fire you. After an evening of internal angst you come to work the next day, and god, it’s getting harder to act like nothing’s wrong. But you’re not about to fold because of a guy like this. He has to step up and tell you something’s wrong if he wants something to change.

And for the first time, he does act like something’s wrong. He’s almost shy around you, avoiding you, and this makes you more nervous than anything previous. Right before the end of the day, after he shepherds the last tour group out the door, he walks over to the register you’re standing behind.

“Hey, uh, you mind stayin’ after for a minute?”

Your heart stutters with anxiety. You fight through it and study him— his own anxiety is evident. Is he actually going to fire you?

You give a curt “Sure” and turn away from him to busy yourself with getting a head start on counting tips. You don’t see the look of increased anxiety on his face at your steely response before we walks away.

The final few minutes pass by, and when close finally hits, he returns to the gift shop. He walks over to the front door and turns to you, nervously gesturing to it. He opens it for you and you walk through. What a gentleman, you think with the enthusiasm of a person being led to death row.

You both sit on the couch, same as you did over a week ago now. You watch the sun make its way to the tree line as he struggles to find words. He keeps his head forward to mirror yours, but his eyes keep darting to the side to steal glances at your stoic face.

“So, uh. Y’know how I—”

You keep your eyes on the horizon.

“Well, remember how the other day, I—”

He should have practiced this more. He’s been running through rehearsals in his head all day. And the entire night before. But that obviously wasn’t enough.

He wasn’t trying to push you away. At least, not consciously. But he knew you shouldn’t have gotten so close. You’re someone with your whole life ahead of you, he thought. Any more time spent with him than absolutely necessary would just serve to drag you down. You need to spend less time at work. Spend less time with him. So he pushed you away. He wasn’t gentle, either, because he didn’t know how else to do it. He’s not good at being gentle. Neither are you. And that’s part of why he liked you so much.

You were brash and forward and loud, and god, did it hurt him to turn you down before you could even start. He didn’t sleep that night. He just stared at the ceiling of his bedroom, mind swirling, trying to tell himself he made the right decision for your own sake, all the while trying to shove out the memory of how your wrist felt underneath his hand.

His hand, currently sitting awkwardly in his lap, unconsciously twitches at the thought of your skin.

In the days following his rejection he tried to reinforce his decision. He definitely didn’t want you to stop working—he knew he needed you, as far as employees go. But he also needed to sever the bridge that formed between you. After your confrontation yesterday, he knew he couldn’t have it both ways.

Still, he had to try. He had to apologize for being a jerk, but not too much. He had to entreat you to keep working for him, to smooth the waters over, without revealing anything deeper in his request. If he let slip any hint of the fervent desire in his chest to keep you around, to be able to see you every day, to be able to watch you joke with customers and flash a smile his way when he threw one of his own, to steal even the most chaste physical contact like you throwing an elbow to his ribs or placing a hand on his arm and leaning in close... he might crumble entirely.

It’s that part he’s having trouble with now. He shakes his head at himself and proceeds.

“Look. I’ve been a little bit more of a jerk than usual. And, uh, I probably shouldn’t be. So. Y’know.”

He darts his eyes to the side again to see you. Your eyes are firm on the horizon. You say nothing. Internally, you’re asking yourself: Is that it?

Stan shifts in his seat. Words bubble in his throat, fail to coalesce, disintegrating into small groans and throat clears.

You sigh.

“Hey, this isn’t easy for me, alright? You wanna know how many people have gotten a genuine apology outta Stan Pines? I can count ’em on one hand!”

“Thanks, Mr. Pines.”

The words cut through him like a hot knife. He’s never heard you call anyone Miss or Mister, let alone him. And the tone of your voice… He knows what this means. You’re cutting off all intimacy with him. No more casual. All business.

Those three words make him realize such a thing is intolerable.

You put your hands on your knees and heave yourself up onto your feet, feeling heavy. You hesitate for a second as you watch the breeze flicker the tops of the pines in front of you. You take it in. You’re obviously not going to get the luxury of relishing this view again. You’re about to step away without another word when he grabs your wrist.

It shocks you out of your malaise. You jump in your spot, turning to him. He’s looking up at you from the couch with immense earnest, his brow knit and the eyes under them suddenly sharp. It unmoors you, and suddenly the past nine days’ repression is failing you.

“You look like you got something you want to say to me,” you say, trying to keep your voice from betraying your heart's sudden desperate thumping.

“What were you gonna say that night? Last time we were both here?”

The hand on your wrist is serving as a conductor, letting the ever-increasing heartbeats run between you and amplify. Stan feels almost nauseous—he does have something he wants to say to you. You’re struggling to keep your mounting anxiety from overflowing, not sure how to respond—but he’s here, he’s asking, and you’re on the spot. You might as well rip this horrible bandage off so you can work on recovering from a second round of rejection.

In unison, you both say:

“I like you.”

The shock of the twin revelations keeps you both frozen for a moment. Eyes wide, you both feel like you’ve slapped the other, almost not sure if it’s real. But after a few seconds, neither of you can help the giddiness spreading across your faces. Nor would you want to. As the smile on your face gets wide enough to almost hurt, he pulls the arm attached to the wrist he holds, yanking you into his lap, where you stay until long after the sun dips below the sharp pines of the horizon.

[cherrylite17]

The Heart Killers ep 1 (spoilers ahead)

at first i was (hahah first) like oh? interesting? sex worker khao? and then he said wait for the food and we can go all out with no interuptions and i was like… ahhh hes gonna kill him

ah yes, my favourite! gun salad! POST EPISODE ADDITION: THE GUN SALAD DOESN'T HAVE SILENCERS BUT WHEN THEY KILL THE GUY THEY DO?? THEY NEVER SHOW THEM PUTTING THEM ON???

yall think they (bison and fadel) are called the heart killers (hence the name of the show) because they always shoot their victims in the heart? like that first guy?

ALSO bisexual lighting room. guys I think this might be foreshadowing that fadel and bison aren't straight (and thats my one deep analysis for this episode)

i was lost in though about how rich that style and kant have to be to get TWO LANES at a bowling alley (damn take turns on one lane like the rest of us) when DUNK RAISED HIS ARMS CROP TOP NUMBER 1 BABYYYY

sorry kant baby you sound like a virgin loser giving out bowling advice. I swear if bowling becomes a reoccurring element to this show (they get to include it one more time before i order myself a gun salad)

red room with red curtains and red bedsheets for a red boy (and he works at a red burger joint??? like damn i always thought that some of @respectthepetty 's colour analyses were reaches (in a nice way!! in like a "no way the directors actually put that much thought into putting... idk cop in purple, they just grabbed a shirt i bet") but bison is the reddest boy ever (watch them say hes actually a different colour and i am a silly goofy)) followed by kant picking up his brothers book (which has a suspicious amount of red on it) and looking lovingly at it (no one looks lovingly at Shakespeare) Also the fact that they showed the book makes me wonder if the plot of the taming of the shrew is going to have much to do with this show

but also if bison is red hes def a different shade of red compared to Arc (of perfect 10 liners). I mean Arc has serious anger issues and Bison just wants to be gay (and do crime). hes such a silly goofy guy compared to Arc (at least what we know of the two so far)

i am HATING this upclose shot of kant eating the burger please stop it

excuse me? kant, bison this is a Wendys please stop looking at each other like that

(bison giggling after kant leaves is literally me when i think about my crush)

LOOOOL NOT FADEL CALLING STYLE A PERVERT FOR TAKING HIS SHIRT OFF BUT HE STILL WATCHED ANYWAY

NO seriously i hate these up close eating shots what is the point of them im going to cry and barf? Like surely this isn't going to be some future plot point right?? surely its just an artistic decision (which I hate, but now they have to do this EVERY TIME he eats food lest i complain about them stopping doing it (BECAUSE WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS IF YOU ARENT GOING TO DO IT THE WHOLE SHOW))

"is the taming of the shrew gonna have anything to do with this show"??

the show: bison can only be in a relationship once fadel is in one like come on taming of the shrew

fadel being mean to style (though one could argue style deserves it) and style shouting that hes gonna take fadel out [on a date] like COME ON TAMING OF THE SHREW

in conclusion i feel bad for bison (and babe, they do NOT give younger siblings unless something is gonna happen to them) already

im assuming that kant's dad is dead yeah? what if he got killed (by bison and fadel obviously) (unlikely but what if??? they brought up fathers way too much for one episode it would be weirder if i wasnt suspicious)

anyway, i don't want to have too high of expectations but i love first and khao so i really hope this show delivers 😭

[carlzy-berryz]

Some headcanons and stuff :>

Okay, first i just wanted to say this is in my au, and if you don't agree with these headcanons, that's completely fine, just don't harass me over them. I respect your opinion, so please respect mine <3 This is also a long desc so I'll put it under the cut..

And yes this isn't really "lore" I just wanted to put this out there as a ref sheet (kinda XD)

Anyways, just some extra info explaining things..

Yes, you read that right, the koopalings are his biological children, I think it's cute, ok? (yes that would also mean that Ludwig would be the king but i dont think i'll get that far in my au...)

Bowser and Clawdia we're kinda pressured into having so many kids and some at such a young age and one day it just got too much for Clawdia and she left... she never really got to know Lemmy and Junior... ( I might do more on their story when I design her, but idk when that will be) That's all I've got for now..

Here's some additional stuff about their age and sexuality...

You'll notice they are all pretty close in age, since Bowser and Clawdia thought it would be easier for them to get along and also what I mentioned above..

Identities

Junior literally does NOT care, lol, he thinks love is disgusting.

Lemmy has been questioning whether he's gay or not but everyone sees it except himself.

Iggy is genderfluid, but their siblings usually just call them he/him, since it's what they were used to before they came out! , they obviously don't mind tho!

Morton is still questioning his identity, and that's completely fine, he's in no rush to find out.

Wendy, oh my gosh, Wendy, there's a LOT to say about you XD! She's always been into girls (even my oc, oop-) but she's too scared to come out as Bowser is a little more strict with her since she's his "precious princess",everyone is pretty much oblivious anyway, except Lud, he can sense something...

Kamek has been straight his whole life and claims he's too old for this "gay nonsense" he still supports everyone tho :>

Making Hazel bisexual just felt right to me (and to cause drama with my friend lol, nothing serious)

The rest of 'em I can't really explain they just gimme those vibes y'know?

I think that's about it!! If you read all this, thank you so much, and I hope I explained everything fine (also au/hazel lore stuff should be coming soon I'm almost done with them! 🫶

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Hi Wendy, I hope you're doing great. I was wondering if I could request a small (husband)-South fic where the reader calls him in the middle of the night drunk asking for a ride because readers friend got arrested for drunk driving

Tysm ❤️

ABSOLUTELY, YOU CAN

DUIs: South Terano x Fem!Reader

wc: 737

tw: fluff

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There's a something buzzing in South's dreams.

Oddly enough, it sounds very persistent. But he's in the middle of something important, so he can't be bothered to--

It ceases, and South continues down the path in his dream, the same dark alley where he met Dino for the last time. Gun in hand, he feels around for the walls in the darkness, stepping carefully in puddles of warm water.

"You should've---" The rest of the noise is garbled, overshadowed by the consistent rumblings again. It's as if the dream is suddenly cut short as he's launched back into the realm of reality. South groans long and hard, easing up out of his sleeping position and into a sitting pose on the edge of the bed.

It's only 1 am.

The noise-maker vibrates hard once more, dropping to the floor where South spies it and picks it up carefully. Your name is flashing on the screen, and with a sudden haste he can't ignore, he answers the call.

"You still out?" South begins, but your voice is small and stuttering on the other end.

"South?"

"What's wrong, baby?"

"I n-need you to come and... pick me up."

"Are you in trouble?" South stands up as he speaks, looking around in the darkness for his shoes and a shirt.

"Lacey got arrested for drunk driving," you admit. South grits his teeth together, but sighs it out. Lacey would answer for why she had you in the car while drunk later. "Don't know where we are."

South doesn't panic at all. Thankfully, he still has an Air Tag on your wallet - something you were prone to losing - and he could locate you without too much effort.

"Just stay calm," he urges you gently. "And stay right there. I'm on my way."

"I'm really drunk; what if they take me, too?" South shakes his head as he starts up the car.

"They would've taken you along with your friend if that were the case." South puts you on speaker and locks in your location, and - though he'd never admit it - he speeds towards you.

You're not out too far, maybe only twenty minutes away, but when he pulls up on the scene, there are a few cops that turn his way. South gives them a stare that isn't entirely friendly as he steps out of the car and walks over to you.

"Are you her husband, sir?" one of the cops asks, and South nods once, pulling you close after placing his jacket around your shoulders, despite it not being cold. "Her friend is on the way to the county jail for the evening. She blew a--"

"I really don't care about that," he mutters, ushering you towards the car. South opens the passenger side door and helps you inside before closing it, then walking back to the driver's side.

"Anything else?" he asks the cops, who are just standing about like lazy children.

"Nope." South grunts and slides into his seat, starting up the car, and then backing out of the spot. The ride home is pretty quiet. It's not for lack of conversation, but you're nodding off, finally safe and warm in the car you love the most.

"Why didn't you bring the bike?" you pipe up as he stops at a red light.

"You can't hang on to me in your condition, babe."

"Oh, yeah..." you murmur, then slip back into your drowsy spell. Before the light turns green, you reach out to hold his hand, and he squeezes it gently. As the light changes, South presses a kiss to your knuckles, then continues on, driving in the darkness toward home.

Your gently awoken out of your sleep by South taking your shoes off, each falling to the ground unceremoniously. You're carried to the bedroom, where you lazily wrap your arms around South's neck and allow him to strip you out of the outfit he helped you pick out. Each touch is tender and loving, and when you're laid in the bed and tucked in, your arms reach out for him.

"Night," you mumble, and South leans into your embrace, kissing your cheeks over and over, making you giggle before you slip back into your much-needed slumber. It isn't long before he joins you in the bed, his arms wrapped around you carefully. And in his dreams, the darkness doesn't come back, not even a shadow.

[juancarlos-ortiz]

Marked for Carnage - Chapter 1 (Juice Ortiz x OC Fic)

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A/N: This is chapter 1 of my Juice Ortiz x OC multi chapter fanfic. I am hoping to mesh this story line with all 7 seasons of SOA. This is an 18+ fic so if you are under 18 please do not interact or read. The themes may not hit 18+ for a few chapters but I intend them to as the story progresses. I apologize that there isn't much Juice x OC in this chapter, I was really wanting to set a foundation for my OC and how she is tied into this world. My asks are open if anyone has any questions about my OC. Also I aplogise if there are any errors, I have a toddler and a baby so I'm doing this on the fly. I hope you enjoy :)

Word Count: 2390 words

If there was one thing that Veronica Winston wished for it was that she had taken the job offer from Mercy General rather than St Thomas. Sacramento was close enough to Charming without being too close, but - being the push over that she was - she had let her father talk her into moving home. "Nothing's more important than family," he had stated, using her brother's recent release from prison to really drive the point home. Now here she was, stalking the hallways of St Thomas Hospital, the scent of antiseptic flooding her nose, as she followed the directions given to her by the admin staff to the nearest elevator. She had just about ran from the desk when the lady behind it asked if she was related to "those Winston's."

She pulled her long, dark hair out from the ponytail she'd put it in, hoping it would provide some kind of barrier between her and anyone who may recognize her. It had been nearly 10 years since she had last stepped foot in Charming. Her stomach had been lead weight since she had driven past the welcome sign at the edge of town. She jabbed the elevator button as she stopped in front of the closed doors, tapping her foot impatiently. She quickly scanned the area behind her, regretting the action as soon as her eyes met his. Jax Teller. Quickly she looked away and hoped that he hadn’t seen her.

"Ronnie?" She sighed when he called her name. Shoving her phone into the pocket of her scrubs she turned and smiled at him. "Hey Jax," she sent a silent prayer to the elevator gods that the stupid thing would hurry up and arrive. "Jesus, how long has it been?" he asked, pulling her into a quick one armed hug. "Nearly 10 years," she shrugged, kicking the toe of her shoe on the linoleum. "Yeah I guess so… your Pops didn’t say anything about you being back in town?" he asked, adjusting his cut. Her eyes found the Vice President patch sewn there. She raised her eyebrows. "I ah… asked him not to tell anyone. Ope too." Jax cocked an eyebrow and angled his head in question. "Alright…" he murmured. "I'll keep this under wraps then." Ronnie smiled appreciatively.

 "You visiting someone?" she asked. His face dropped and suddenly she regretted asking him. "My kid is up in the NICU. He had surgery last night." Ronnie sighed and shook her head. "Shit Jax, I hope everything's ok." He shrugged and glanced down the hallway. "He's looking ok. Strong little guy. Shit with Wendy ya know…" he shrugged. "Damn, she still not got her shit together?" she asked. Jax shook his head. "Well he is a Teller. I'm sure he will pull through." Jax grinned proudly and nodded. "Well, you should come by Gemma's place sometime. She's still in the same house. I'm sure she would love to see you," Jax began to make his way down the hallway, throwing a wave behind him as he left. "Yeah, sure," Ronnie mumbled half heartedly. The elevator doors finally opened and Ronnie got in, pressing the button for the bottom floor. She found the doors she was looking for, the sign above indicating that she had reached the morgue. Of course, it would be strange to admit that she felt at home in a morgue. Which is why she never said it out loud. But it was true. Pulling her hair back into it's ponytail she walked through the doors, ready for a fresh start.

10 hours later Ronnie stood in the parking lot, stretching her back as the balmy early evening air settled around her. It appeared that being an assistant medical examiner in Charming wasn't going to be as fast paced as her previous location. She had spent part of her morning reviewing the one case they currently had open - a hit and run that had happened in the Charming jurisdiction although only by literal centimetres - and then the rest of her time she archived historical paperwork and counted down the minutes until her scheduled breaks. Ronnie groaned at the pain in her back, cursing herself for sitting with shitty posture for her whole shift, when suddenly someone cleared their throat. She turned and spotted the row of Harley's parked against the curb.

A guy around her age, with golden brown skin and a mohawk with two tattoos inked either side of it, sat on the bike at the very end. He was sporting one of the most gorgeous smiles she had ever seen and he was directing it at her. Ronnie's stomach buzzed, but she told it to pipe down when she spotted the cut she was wearing - one with a patch identical to her brother and fathers. She looked around in case he was looking at someone else, but they were the only two souls in the lot. "Nice ink," he said, jutting his chin in her direction. She looked down at her right arm, as if noticing the various designs tattooed there for the first time. Feeling her face warming, she met his stare. "Thanks, you too," she murmured, before walking to her car and hastily getting behind the wheel. Putting the key in the ignition she started it up, cursing and looking back at the man on the bike in her mirror as the engine coughed and sputtered before starting up. Pulling out of the lot, Ronnie began her journey home.

Juice smirked as he watched the black Toyota SUV pull out of the hospital parking lot. He had never seen the woman who had driven it away before, but the fullness of her hips and the soft curving of her waist had him wanting to see more of her. Juice would admit that it didn't take much to rev his engine but the way she had raised her eyebrow at him in indifference, how her tattoos covered the soft looking skin of her arm and the groan she let out as she stretched her back… almost had him adjusting himself in his pants. "Hey idiot," Tig smacked him up the back of the head. "What's got you so goddam happy?" Juice only grinned and shook his head. "Just thinkin' about Sack and that deer." Tig laughed and pointed straight at him. "Bet you're glad you're not the bottom of the food chain no more, huh?" Juice nodded as he watched the rest of his brothers exit the hospital, strapping his helmet on and starting up his dyna.

Ronnie sat on the small sofa in her loungeroom, an open beer on the coffee table and a microwaved dinner on her lap. She aimlessly flicked through channels, stopping briefly on the local news channel when she saw the headlines "San Leandro Warehouse Fire, Multiple Deaths." "Jesus Christ," she mumbled, taking a sip of beer. Suddenly, her phone ringing pulled her attention from the tv. Flicking it open, she saw her father's landline number and answered. "Hey Pop," she smiled. "Hey sweetheart," her father's rough timber came through the receiver. "How was your first day?" Ronnie smiled. She had missed this. Her father only really called once every couple of months when she had been gone from Charming, and she was certainly guilty of avoiding calling him. But since being back he seemed to really be interested in what was happening in her life.

"It was good dad, same shit different state really." Piney laughed. "Well that's good to hear, Ron, good to hear." She rolled her eyes at the nickname. "Listen, I was going to head over to Opie and Donna's place for dinner. Why don’t you come too? See the kids and say hello," Piney trailed off, leaving the buzz of the phone line ringing in Ronnie's ears. "I don’t know dad, I mean… I've already had dinner and," she paused, blowing out a sigh. "I don’t think Ope would want me there." Her father grunted on the other end, no doubt rolling his eyes identically to the way she had moments beforehand. "He's your brother. Of course he wants you there," he said. Ronnie closed her eyes. "Alright, I'll come see them. Do you need a ride?"

Ronnie pulled up out the front of her brothers house, parking her car next to Piney's trike. She made her way up the path to the front door, wringing her hands together in anxiety. She tersely rapped her knuckles against the door, her stomach in knots. Donna pulled the door open, her eyes widening at the site of her sister-in-law. "Veronica!" she exclaimed, glancing back into the house. "I didn’t know you were coming," Donna said, awkwardly smiling. "Oh, shit sorry, I thought dad might have said something. He kind of… invited me I guess," Ronnie said. Trust Piney to not say shit. "It's fine," Donna stepped aside, motioning for Ronnie to enter. "Come in. I've just served dinner, are you hungry?" Ronnie shook her head as she entered the house. "Nah I already ate. Thanks though." She continued to blindly follow the hallway, hoping she was going the right way.

The hall opened up into the dining room and Veronica stopped short as she saw Piney, Opie and her niece and nephew, Ellie and Kenny, sitting at the table with plates in front of them. "Hey," Ronnie cleared her throat. "Hey Ope. Hi Ellie, Kenny." She waved at the kids. They awkwardly waved back, glancing at their dad. Opie dropped his fork, making Ronnie and the kids jump as it clattered against his plate. "Ope?!" Donna started from behind Ronnie. "Not hungry," he grunted out before he made his way out the back door into the backyard, slamming the door behind him. The silence in the room was deafening as Ronnie internally fought with what she should do next. She smiled at the kids again before she followed her brother through the door. Opie sat on a porch swing that was in the back corner of the backyard, a lit cigarette between his lips.

Ronnie made her way over to him, her black boots scuffing along the short patched of turf and dirt. "Those things will kill ya, you know," she motioned to his cigarette. Opie ignored her, taking a long drag. "Look, Ope…" she began, pushing her hands into her pockets. "I know you’re not my biggest fan right n-" "You really think you can just come back like you didn’t just drop off the face of the earth for 10 years?" he cut her off. Ronnie sighed, running her hand over her hair, gathering it over one shoulder. "Dropping off the face of the earth is slightly dramatic, don’t ya think?" Opie met her eyes, his mouth a hard line. "Dad was already sick before you left and you just disappearing only made him worse. You missed my wedding!" he took a another draw of his cigarette. "My kids hardly even know their Aunt…" he laughed without humour and shook his head. "And you just walk in and say hi? You really think that would be it?"

Ronnie sighed and sat next to her brother on the porch swing. "I'm… I'm sorry Ope. I couldn't stay," she cracked her knuckles, habit her mother always scolded her for when she was little. "I honestly didn’t realise I'd hurt you this bad." Opie shook his head, knocking his knee against Ronnie's. "You're my baby sister," he mumbled. "We already had so much time apart after mom and dad divorced. It felt like I had gotten you back for a little while and then you just took off." Ronnie's heart sank. She never gave her brother much credit for just how much he loved his family - although he didn’t always show it. "Shit Ope. You know I didn't do it to hurt you. I had to get away. Away from," she swallowed thickly, her skin crawling. "Him." Opie scoffed. "You know we wouldn’t have let him put his hands on you. Me, Pops. Shit even Jax would put a bullet in his head before he let you get hurt."

Ronnie shook her head. "But he did put his hands on me Ope. Distance," she sighed. "Distance felt like the best option. And this place. This town," she motioned with her hand. "Everywhere I went it felt like him. Felt like he had tainted it somehow. Even being back now," she shivered, running her hands up and down her arms. "I'm sick to my stomach Ope. He could pop up anywhere." Opie turned to his sister, his stare cutting her off. "You see one glimpse of him, you tell me. I won't let that shit stain near you." Ronnie smiled flatly, patting Opie's back and standing. "Yeah yeah, I'll put you on speed dial," she smiled. Opie huffed a laugh and stood.  Ronnie smiled and pulled him into a brief hug. "Still not okay with you going ghost," he said. She nodded, pulling away. "I know. But I'm here now. And I'm gonna make up for these last 10 years."

Ronnie walked arm in arm with her father to where their vehicles were parked. "Well after your brothers tantrum, that all seemed to go okay," Piney said, leaning over to kiss his daughter on the head. "Yeah Pops, you know Ope. He's soft at heart. Won’t be long and I'll be back in his good books," she smiled, watching Piney climb aboard his trike. "You working tomorrow sweetheart?" he asked, buckling his helmet on. She nodded, unlocking her SUV. "Yeah I'm always working." Piney smiled, his old heart warming knowing there was no longer distance between him and his two kids. "Alright, I'll follow you home. Make sure you get there safe." Ronnie began to protest and then remembered her conversation with her brother. "That would be great, thanks Pop." She slid into the drivers seat of her car and tried to start the engine. The car coughed and chugged once before it conked out completely. "Piece of shit," she slammed her hands against the wheel. Piney lifted his arms in a questioning manner. She jumped out. "Car won’t start." Piney motioned back to Opie's house. "Get your brother to drive you home, I'll get someone from TM to come tow your car to the garage tomorrow." Ronnie sighed and bid her father farewell before she made her way back up the path towards Opie's house.

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

guess who’s back

back again

IM BACK ON MY ALVA WIFE BS GRIND AGAIN‼️‼️

Basically, Wendy and her background story release reminded me a LOT of the sort of vision I had for alva’s wife, in particular the science and struggles of misogyny in a professional field. Anyhow, that’s my recent bs about this character mentioned literally once and then retconned BUT HEY I THINK SHES COOL

-🪼

Yasss though sadly i feel like Wendy is mid rn cuz there isn't much that really wows me yet about her, i do hope her deductions tell us more about her

Especially cuz she might be the one from game 10(? I think thts the number) who died early before tracy was brought in.

Her story is good and i do enjoy them touching upon the struggles women faced back then, but also melly has that too. Man women in stem got no rights nddgbsjs but seriously i really want them to dive deeper and give more information on characters or at least do more story modes like AoM or Closing Night!

[animeyanderetalker]

Hi not a request (sorry if it sounds like one) I was wondering An (hope it’s ok I call you that) , I’ve been rewatching Fairy tail and I was wondering who do you think would be the best and the worst for a poly relationship for sharing a darling?

I think the best would be Natsu and Lucy since there trust each other completely and get along well that and there balanced each other out with them being best friends and all (Depending how the 100 year request is going ; hopefully there tie the knot XD)

Worst poly by sharing a darling , my opinion would be Mard geer and kyouka , I don’t think the reader would ever catch a break , especially with Mard geer thin patient and Kyouka sadist ways . (I’m pretty sure Mard Geer would be pulling the shots since he did tie up Kyouka by using his curse magic🤔 just cause she upset him)

Love to hear your thoughts ^-^

also if your looking for a show to watch or read I suggest Eden’s zero or dead rock (it’s really good so far 💗)

That's an interesting question so here are a few of my thoughts. I didn't include all options or otherwise I could have gone on for a longer while.

The best:

Natsu and Lucy: I think you nailed it already pretty well with those two, although I think the entire team (Natsu, Lucy, Erza, Gray, (platonic or not) Wendy) could work together. I do think that those two would be the best pairing since they would make the least troubles for their darling and work really well together. Both are delusional and clingy but Lucy would be the one to respect it if their darling requests privacy even if reluctantly since she knows firsthand that Natsu has a lack of respect for privacy. I also think that Natsu and Lucy would see all the time eye to eye and talk together and decide together about everything involving their darling. Obviously Erza and Gray would work with those two well too but I do think that the rivalry between Natsu and Gray can be a bit tiring, not to mention that Gray is possessive, protective and low-key paranoid about darling and their safety. Erza on the other hand, whilst highly respecting and appreciating her friends, tends to scare people when someone ruins her time with her darling or upsets them. She gets occasionally scary for silly reasons. Considering that the boys are very obviously scared of her when she gets mad, I also think there wouldn't be all the time equal footing. Wendy is a sweetheart but a bit too gullible and naive, hence why Carla is there for her.

The Strauss siblings: Mirajane, Elfman and Lisanna would definitely go well together and work well together since all three of them are very close to each other and have a lot of love for their darling to spare. Mirajane is the oldest sibling and despite her kind and sweet appearance, she is just about enough mature and strict to put a foot down which isn't bad considering that Elfman and Lisanna tend to be more, maybe a bit too, forgiving and lenient. Especially Elfman is down bad for his s/o.

Alzack and Bisca: They're literally already a married couple and very sweet to each other so a third person that they adore would fit in very much. They'd probably be really shy and timid in the beginning before getting more comfortable and affectionate with time around their s/o.

Maybe also Gajeel and Levy since I do think they balance each other out well enough. Levy is more openly tender-hearted and understanding which would help to smooth out Gajeel's possessive side and his cocky pride at times. She isn't afraid to call him out and lecture him.

Potential candidates (with some issues to work through):

Gray and Juvia: It could work but I do feel like Juvia's excessive obsession and jealous streak would cause some issues, not to mention that I can't help but feel like her extreme behavior might have a bad effect and Gray who in return would also turn slightly more unhinged. You definitely don't want an unhinged Gray.

Erza and Jellal: They're childhood friends and I don't think that Erza would ever intimidate and scare Jellal like she would do with Gray and Natsu, he can even calm her down fairly well. The main issue is mainly that Jellal has isolated himself out of vengeance and that means there would be a lot of time where darling would just spend time with Erza.

Lucy and Loke: Those two could definitely share a darling too but Loke's antics in here are a problem and less the fact that he's a Celestial Spirit since he has the ability to enter the human realm without Lucy calling upon him. He's a tad bit too mischievious.

Thunder God Tribe + Laxus: This would be so chaotic because I feel like Evergreen and Fried would be so sickenly sweet, jealous and obsessed with their darling. Bickslow is in comparison to those two the sanest one and even that doesn't have to mean much. With Laxus there would at least be a bit more control and order but who knows how long that can last. They're a very active and energetic bunch for sure with Laxus the only pillar holding them somewhat together.

Sting and Rogue are really troublesome but I do think lots of people would expect them to work really well together. They could for sure share a darling but it wouldn't be as harmonious because Sting is really possessive and whilst definitely willing to die for his s/o, also a rather controlling individual who would persuade Rogue, who feels guilty for his obsession which makes him mentally more prone to Sting's manipulation, into convincing you into following a rather strict lifestyle created by them. That may or may not include restrictions where you can go, when you can go and with whom you can go and punishment if you break those rules. Believe me, they always find out.

The worst:

Mard Geer and Kyoka: Bold of you to assume that Mard Geer would share with anyone at all. He views his darling as his property and would never share so the only reason why Kyoka wouldn't be instantly murdered is because she's a member of Tartaros and even then she'd be forbidden to ever go near his s/o. Kyoka could probably only somewhat share with Seilah and that would be the furthest thing from a healthy and happy relationship. Mard Geer is the leader though and that's probably the only reason why Kyoka wouldn't brutally torture him and hurt him for falling in love with the same person as her.

Any poly!relationship with Minerva before her change of heart would spell a catastrophe too since she'd be so sadistic, not only to her darling but also whoever dares to fall in love with her darling. She'd at best tolerate that person but only if they're strong enough to be worthy in her opinion.

I can definitely see the members of the Oración Seis (Midnight, Cobra, Angel, Racer) being at one point one of the worst to share a darling too. All of them wouldn't be too fond to share a darling to begin with, Cobra is probably the nicest one about it because he's actually interested in sincerely caring for darling's health and well-being. Midnight on the other hand is sadistic and possessive, Angel is obsessive and sadistic and Racer, whilst initially appearing to be rather chill, is not all that nice after all either. The peak worst phase would be after the timeskip in my opinion where all of them have traded something in order for greater power which makes all of them only more unhinged, possessive and to a certain degree even more desperate.

[robotslenderman]

Pls do Wendy, cock robin and calebros pls

Wendy:

favorite thing about them Will Jack Sparrow her way through shit. Has poor impulse control. Ballsy. No survival instinct whatsoever. Makes her a blast to write.

least favorite thing about them This doesn't really spotlight until the RS sequel fic (although it does show up in RS), but she puts her own needs above her principles. Even though she did eventually speak up about the Kennels in RS, it took her ten years to get there, and she never once tried to strike out on her own. She's afraid of being lonely, of being on her own, of dramatic change, and in her next fic that's going to show up and test her big time. And she is going to fail that test. She angsts a lot about being a good person but, deep down, she does not want to be. In the City that Never Sleeps she joins the bad guys who murdered someone she knew. Pre-RS she never left the Warren despite the Kennels deeply distressing her, until she had something else lined up. And in the upcoming fic she's close friends with a guy who's done some pretty bad shit and... does nothing, bc she misses him when he's not there.

favorite line I honestly can't be bothered to check. XD

brOTP I love her dynamic with Thomas Arturo. Whenever I start writing them in a scene together they just bounce off each other and have the best banter. I have to cut so much of it out bc it's mostly just blatant self indulgence lmao. Gerard Rafin is a VERY close second. She'd do well as platonic life partners with either of them tbh.

OTP Despite the chemistry she has with quite a few characters there's never been a romantic connection that's really jumped out at me. I mean, I ship her and Thomas romantically too, but only because their platonic chemistry is so great. The romantic aspect takes a backseat and doesn't hold a candle to it.

nOTP I love her and Gerard and I know people ship it like hell but for some reason whenever I consider the possibility of it when writing Wendy just gets super squicked out. I don't even know why.

random headcanon In a daemon AU, she has a ferret as a daemon: absolutely batshit insane, no attention span except when she's hyperfocusing on something that will probably kill her, constantly gets into shit she shouldn't.

unpopular opinion It's not unpopular YET but she's not nearly as ethical as RS paints her to be, and ohhh boy I'm hoping I don't get too much backlash for that in the sequel fic :X

song i associate with them Clubbed to Death -- The Matrix OST

favorite picture of them Alas, there is none.

I was getting deja vu then realised it was because you'd already send CR and Calebros in before and I never finished the draft for that, so here we go:

Cock Robin

favorite thing about them

Disabled Justicar. Badass. VTM isn't exactly known for its equity.

least favorite thing about them

Obsessed with Anarchs. We all need our hobbies I guess.

favorite line

Out of the ones I wrote for him?

"[Calebros] never learned to be a real Nosferatu because he’d never learned to be human."

brOTP

I love him and his baby sister okay

OTP

@orodrethsgeek ships him with her OC Jay, the vampiric equivalent of that black bird that dances for its mate, and I love them

nOTP

Can't think of any.

random headcanon

He's either very flappable or very *un*flappable. No in between.

unpopular opinion

I barely know of any opinions on the guy

song i associate with them

There's a scene I wrote with him and Wendy in the last chapter of the fic and when I was playing it I was listening to this on repeat:

The End -- Hans Zimmer, The Dark Knight Rises OST

favorite picture of them'

Absolutely ADORE this one:

He just happens to be a normal dude whose face is Like That. I love it, I love the cigarette, I love how he looks so thoughtful with a face that can't even make facial expressions, it's so humanising.

Calebros

favorite thing about them

Not a complete dick. It's a low bar but most Kindred have shovels.

least favorite thing about them

Gerard Rafin's right, this guy does think too much and do too little.

favorite line

One I wrote, where Gerard said something in French and Calebros went, "did he tell me to shut up?"

(Yes. He did.)

brOTP

Don't have one.

OTP

Don't have one. Tho I'd be interested to plonk him in a scene with Aisling, I think they'd get along well.

nOTP

Don't have one.

random headcanon

Canon acts as if he turned out fine but the Kennels screwed him up far more than he or anyone around him realises, and is a big part of the reason he's so passive.

unpopular opinion

I find him a bit dull, but I don't think that's a bad thing for him to be as a character. I wouldn't change that about him.

song i associate with them

None in particular.

favorite picture of them

I genuinely find this one funny:

[drea-ms]

✿﹐TO LET A GOOD THING DIE．﹗﹑ STANLEY MARSH

﹙💭﹚ Stanley Marsh really hates you. He hates the way you left him alone, when you both promised you would stay together forever. ( from old account )

warnings. heavy angst. no happy endings. based of this fic on ao3. implied suicide. death. no use of yn. implied saiki!stan. talks of death. grammar errors.

Stan Marsh hated the cherry blossoms that bloom every spring, it bothered him. It bothered him by how much he sneezed because of it, how his nose would get red each time he was near any flower. He hated cherry blossoms because he wasn't ready to accept the truth. Not now, Not when he was so close to her.

A transfer student from a place he didn't remember due to him still have a headache after drinking the night before, she was pretty, nice hair, eyes, and voice. A quiet girl if you say, she sat near him, the only other desk seat open (the other one was by cartman.), he hated how he had an urge to throw up when herself introduced herself to him, how her voice reminds him of sweet honey dripping at nice hot tea. He hates how when she smiles at him, his friends would tease him for him blushing.

Stan Marsh truly hates you

He hates you so much, he hates how you like the same things as him, how after a week you got wrapped up into one of his friends schemes, how after the incident, you became instantly a person who would talk to him (he looked like he isn't listening to anything you say, but he always pays attention to you.)

He has and always will hate you.

But...

Why does his head yearn for you, on the days that you're absent?

When you hangout with his best friend more than him, or when you talk to Clyde and he starts to flirt with you? Now, he really thinks you've put a spell on him because, he's supposed to be with Wendy.

His first love

A love that could never diminish

A love that could be your happily ever after.

Why doesn't he feel this way with her?

What did you do to him?

It was a nice spring evening and you were at his house, after all his friends left to go home. He wanted you to leave, but at the the same time he didn't want you to leave him. It was nice and quiet. He hated quiet, but also loves it. you two stop talking when you've ran out of things to say, it was nice.

that was until you two started talking again, you said that you hated when it was a quiet for a long time, how it felt like you wanted to say something but couldn't, and that's where the conversation started to change. From 20 questions, to family talk, to finally life itself.

Stan Marsh never felt scared of death.

Maybe it was because he was too desensitized of seeing multiple people die infront of him because of him and his friends

Or maybe it was because his friend, Kenny would always find a way to die, whether it was intended or not.

He didn't know when he began to space out and stare at his window where the rain was falling until he heard you say something,

"Y'know, one day Stanley, I'll die and you'll have to find a way to cope with it." you were staring at the ceiling while saying that, you went on, "Maybe we were destined to be meeting each other in every universe, or maybe this is our final life where we meet for the last time" You turned to him and smiled. How can you smile after that?! You stand up after that and begin to pack up your stuff, "Well, I have to go Marsh. I hope you had a very luxurious day hanging out with me" you said, trying to tease him, which cause him to blush a bit, "Sure, I'll make sure to leave you a five star review on yelp or somethin'" he stood up and smirked at you while heading out and downstairs, you following after.

He remembers how much you like the cherry blossoms during the spring, you told him it was because "They're just nice to look at, plus it makes it seem like god decided to make love into a tree, one that would come and go, like every love"

He hated how you were right about love

But he also hated you and the cherry blossoms more than one can imagine

Because the day the trees started to blossom

Was the same day you died.

You died and didn't tell him

not your last words

how you felt

nothing

he hated how when he found out from his ex girlfriend, stray tears started to fall

how everyone started to pity him because he was close to you

He hated the attention he got from your death

what he hated the most though?

was how he never got a chance to love you the way you wanted someone to do

how he never got to hold you hand

never got to make you smile

or become your boyfriend

Now while he gets to grow old and see his life continue on

You will always be 17 forever

Stanley Marsh truly hates the cherry blossoms that bloom every spring, it bothered him.

Because he was reminded of you each time they bloom.

NAO SPEAKS? um i have nothing to say here rn so enjoy this wonky oneshot 🙏

[donnabroadway]

RHOP

Next.

This show is overly scripted and dry. It gave enough for me to be mildly entertained but if Robyn is the cornerstone of the season, go back to the drawing board. It feels like the ladies have a checklist of things to address and they did.

Robyn- she's not getting fired, so put down your pitchforks. Robyn has a strong ally in Gizelle and even if she didn't, she fits in with the top players and does enough to keep her job. Plus, there aren't a lot of housewives qualified women, who actually live in Potomac, knocking down Bravo's door to play with their marriages, families, reputations, and/or livelihood. There is no replacement for Robyn so she stays. I laughed during her entire scene with Juan. If you like it, I love it. None of his excuses made sense and it was painful and not in a good way, like watching a low budget movie with bad acting, just painful. Robyn is the main breadwinner and they need her to stay employed, so of course he is going to show up more. I find it interesting that Robyn is okay with Juan calling the woman everyone thinks he is having an affair with "very beautiful." Maybe I missed something because I was multitasking but I don't recall Juan outright denying an affair. If Gizelle, Ashley, and Charrisse, want to stay friends, or at least cordial with Robyn, they need to allow their friend to be stupid in peace because in Robyn's mind, her relationship and Juan's lack of respect and discretion aren't the issue, it's people who can't mind the business who are the problem, so unless they want to see the nasty side of Robyn, I suggest they let it go.

Gizelle and that man- you wanted Gizelle with a man, so she bought one. Apparently, this is Jason's fourth show as a "boyfriend." This was painful to watch as well. Too scripted plus I don't believe they're having sex. There is a distinct energy that two people have when they've had sex and this ain't it. I hope Jason gets paid well, be it in coin or exposure.

Ashley- girl. I would say I don't know who is more delusional, you or Robyn but you're a close second. I don't think anyone can be more delusional than Robyn but for Ashley to believe she is playing Michael by staying married, okay girl. I will let you have it but Michael is winning. He knows that he just can't get rid of Ashley because it would be very expensive so he moved her into her own place, pays her a set amount, and can still play daddy when he feels like it. I will say that Ashley is a good mother. I love the relationship her boys are building.

Mia- I never believed Mia was the CEO because Gordon had the business way before he knew Mia but I can believe marketing director, since she has done interviews on behalf of the business before she was on RHOP but she was a gold digger who came up. I have nothing to really say about Mia and Gordon, except too bad, too sad. Mia has three kids, no rich man is taking that on but I believe she can be like Kim Zolciack and get a rich benefactor and a fake engagement ring but unless Mia snags a virginal tech nerd, no man is taking on all of that, especially a rich man with options.

Wendy-I will always say this about her, I wish she'd get off this show. I get it, she probably makes at least a quarter million off of this show, in addition to Eddie's income and her income from other things. The money allows her to pay down their student debt, build a nest egg, take care of family, and do other things but I want her to play long game. Wendy could be president of a university or something else. She has so much potential but she'd rather play in the mud with ladies who have not achieved a quarter of what she has. I get it but I don't.

Karen-next, same ol, same ol. Karen is a good foil against Robyn and Gizelle because she can hold her own, and go just as low without getting overly emotional.

Candiace- she and Chris are targets because Chris wants to be a reality star instead of a chef. I'm starting to think Candiace's mom isn't completely wrong. I think he gives off good guy energy and is a balance for Candiace, I'll give him that but has he stepped up to be there for all three of his kids and not just the two with the same mother? Has he had a consistent job over the years? He was a chef at a restaurant and because he essentially ran the place, he gets a percentage. I know people who have a percentage of a business, for whatever reason, but they are not owners, they get paid upon the sale. It's a thank you for your loyalty.

Charrisse- okay, girl. A common rebuttal for criticism against Charrisse is her connections but if she truly had them, she wouldn't be on this show. Her connections were contingent upon her husbands money, influence as a head coach in the NBA, and her children and the schools and organizations they were apart of and she no longer has none of that, plus she's on national TV spreading disparaging business in a world that values discretion. Charrisse has no use to any of the DMV upper echelons, so here she is staging a useless intervention for Robyn.

[bringerofdeathandtheapocolypse]

I just had to reblog this because there was no way my thoughts would fit in a comment. I just have too much.

This was such a close call between secondary characters, Dragon slayer arc and Ivan and Laxus arc. (The other options are good but I personally am not as invested in Next gen stuff for really any media I consume, I would only really be intrigued by a prev gen if I got to see more of Wraith but not really anyone else, a time jump arc could easily be covered just by covering secondary characters and the only way I would be happy with an eclipse arc would be a. if it had some explanation for time travel 5 and b. if I could put in more backstory for Future Rogue and get to delve into how he fell to his shadow and stuff. This one was the closest to making my main list tbh)

The secondary character one can be tricky with who counts although I doubt characters like Rufus or Totomaru would as they have so little screen presence that they are minor to background. However I can use work arounds. For example, Laxus, Gajeel, Sting, Rogue and Jellal I would consider to be secondary characters. They show up every so often, possibly have an important fight but overall don't get as much attention as Team Natsu. So using that, I could bring in other characters. An arc focused on Laxus could involve the thunder legion, giving me that Freed content I crave. Focusing on Gajeel could give me the opportunity to bring Totomaru in and develop Juvia outside of how she is in canon. Picking Sting and/or Rogue would allow me to get Rufus content along with seeing more canon content of Sabertooth in general and if I picked Jellal, I could get that Cobra and Midnight content because Jellal is always around crime sorciere.

Of course an arc focused around the dragon slayers would give me four of my top faves in one arc alongside being able to delve more into how dragon slayer magic works and how the slayers work together when possibly not in a crises(we never get a point where all 7 are in the same place that isn't some life threatening event and that needs to change) Plus as a dragon enthusiast, the dragon slayers are literally my favourite magic group because its cool.

But, as I've complained before, the Dreyar family drama just feels so undercooked in every regard. Like we don't really get to see how Laxus feels about his dad until GMG where he doesn't like him. It would be nice to see perhaps some flashbacks to how Laxus was treated by Ivan when he was still in the guild, the impact that the lacrima had on their relationship, the complications of still caring for someone who hurt you but you want to hate them.

I did end up voting for secondary characters since I could technically have all of my cake there since there was never a stated limit of how many I could focus on so I could have a team up of sorts, get that Laxus and Gajeel backstory in, get a bond with Jellal, Laxus and Gajeel (because I want them to be friends) have some cameos of my favs that don't get much screen time or get mistreated to hell and back and I can even have a dragon slayer team up because there was no rule that I couldn't have a small role that Natsu and Wendy would play.

Also side note, I hope this poll is the beginning of more FT content on my feed because I like so much content and follow so many FT blogs and only get 1 post every 20 or more but I like 1 post of a fandom that isn't have dead and my feed is flooded for the next month.

[wrecked--stans]

Too Many Compliments?

Mommy!Lisa x Sub!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Mommy kink, Jealousy, Punishment, Dirty talk? Orgasm denial

Words: 1.5k

"You look so good! Jisoo pulls off the sexy concept so well~" Lisa just listened to you gush about the other girls, quietly getting more irritated with each compliment. "I still think you should go blond Jennie," playing with her hair as you spoke, not noticing how hard your girlfriend was glaring at you. "You're really loving the way it turned out" Rosé chimed in. "Oh my god yeah!" Beaming at her, "you all look beyond gorgeous! Jaw-dropping like always." Receiving thanks from the girls, your phone rings seeing a message from Lisa "we need to go now."

You look at her confused until you see the anger in her eyes, "uh, Lisa and I have to go, I promised my neighbors I'd babysit their son." Getting nods and goodbyes from the girls, you slowly trailed behind Lisa down the hall. “Lisa I’m sorry, I didn’t know-” you hush with the glare she shoots at you, finishing the walk to your place in complete silence.

Closing the door to your apartment, you watch Lisa throw herself onto the couch. Walking over to meet her you stand next to the couch waiting for her to say something, but she never does. Pulling her phone out she continues to ignore you coldly, you almost break down from suspense before trying one last thing. Lisa obviously wanted you to show her you were sorry- or at least initiate it, so that’s what you did. Changing into her favorite set, you made sure to grab the matching silk tie in order to hopefully score some extra points. 

Walking into the living room, you kneeled in front of her waiting to get her attention. Once she turned her head toward you, you held up the tie offering it to her with the best puppy eyes you could muster under her gaze. Watching Lisa take it, you put your wrists together for her only to be told no. Confused you start to open your mouth to speak, cut off when her hand grips your jaw firmly. "Don’t even think about saying another word unless I tell you to." Raking her eyes down your figure before a small smirk appeared on her face. "Now, put your hands behind your back."

Just as Lisa finished tying your wrist together, your vision went dark. Flinching at the feeling of Lisa's breath on your neck, "having you restrained and blindfolded gives me half a mind to gag you as well baby~" you let out a whimper as a response, you’ve never felt this excited and nervous around Lisa but, this was new and you weren’t complaining. With no warning, you feel your body being yanked up and shoved over her lap. Her hand drawing light touches over your shorts, “I really do love you in silk.” You soaked up the gentle action before it changed quickly into a harsh slap against your ass. 

Lisa continued to smack both cheeks brutally, you bit lip to keep quiet, not wanting to test her patience any further, gasping as when she yanks your shorts down. “baby girl I could see you ruining your shorts,” swiping a finger through your wetness slowly, humming in satisfaction. “Do you like having me turn your ass red? Making me mad? Do you actually enjoy this from me?” not answering fast enough for Lisa, she pulls you up to sit on your knees, holding the back of your head by your hair, “I asked you, do you like being treated this way?” she whispered in your ear. Gulping, you try to nod, whispering a soft yes before she swiped at your lip following it with a tsk, tsk, “trying so hard to behave, my poor baby's gone and bruised her lip.” 

Following her guidance, she has you back to kneeling on the floor. Sensing Lisa’s presence move, you wait quietly before having her turn your body, suddenly feeling her bare legs on either side of you. “I think, I want to feel how sorry you are, that is if you’re even sorry at all… are you?” nodding quickly, “yes, yes I’m sorry Lisa I-,” tensing up, her hand holding your jaw in place, “Uh uh. That’s not what you’re calling me tonight.” Releasing her grip on you, you lick your lips briefly, “I’m sorry, mommy.” Rubbing her hand down your cheek you can hear the smile in her voice, “Good girl.”

You knew she was pulling you into her heat so you decided to lean in, getting to work on the apology she wanted from you. Nestling your face into her, immediately slurping her arousal blindly. The loud moan she releases encourages you but you whine wishing you could see her, "Fuck you look so good, princess."

The more you lick up her slit the needier her hips roll on your tongue, her hand pulling you closer to her and holding you in place while she grinds haphazardly against you. "God, just like that baby you're doing so good," she praises, whimpering into her you try to increase the way your tongue moves inside of her. Groaning, the way she keeps clenching is making you press your thighs together in search of some relief. Lisa's moans get whinier as she starts to cum. Her hips stutter and her grip in your hair tightens as she holds you still to finish herself off on your face, your groans and whimpers helping her ride her orgasm out.

Pulling you off, you know she's probably looking at the mess she made on your face. Panting, you're stunned briefly when you feel her give you a sloppy open mouth kiss. Tasting herself messily, you clenched around nothing and whining at the feeling of how needy she was, "Baby, you did so good, I should restrain you more often if you're going to eat me out like that every time." Jumping at her hand shoving itself between your legs to palm your pussy, whimpering you bite your lip hard to contain any more noises,  "Awe, no baby I want to hear those pretty sounds that I'm causing you to make, got it?." Opening your mouth you gasp as she shoves a finger inside you, "y-yes mommy."

The constant whimpers you released were embarrassing. Lisa started kissing and marking your neck while she added another finger, using her thumb to circle your clit lazily. Mumbling against your skin, "mm so fucking wet, is that from me or the girls?" Whining at her question you bucked your hips on her hand, "you mommy, only you! P-please I'm sorry mommy I won't do it any-" cutting yourself off with a loud groan when she changes her position inside you. "Oh yeah, princess? You think I believe that?" She asks while she speeds up her hand's movements. "M-mommy, please I won't I swear~" whining at the way your abdomen starts coiling. "God, you sound so pathetic." She hisses, hitting inside you deeply making you slightly tumble forward onto her getting a chuckle out of her.

Focusing on your clit, you hoped she' stop asking questions. You couldn't stop the whimpers coming out of you, her fingers kept up twisting inside you, hitting deep against your front wall, struggling to stay sitting up your thighs were shaking from all the pleasure. "M-mommy, please" you whined, so close to your high it almost hurt. Suddenly you were empty, void of her hand and any form of contact as she stood up, leaving you on the floor to whine. Being met with harsh light as Lisa removed the blindfold, "baby girl, did you really think I was going to let you finish?" Whimpering as you nodded, close to tears as you beg, "mommy I was so good please, please make me feel good." Her smirk made you shiver, "you were good, so good for me but," she pauses, dabbing the drool from your mouth, "you were also really bad earlier."

Watching her move to sit behind you, you freeze as her lips lightly kiss the shell of your ear, her hands rubbing your shoulders and down your arms lightly. You're body still slightly shaking from your stolen orgasm, Lisa's gentle touches were a tease in themselves. "You know baby girl," her low tone sounding so chilling as her hands play with the tie around your wrists, "sluts don't get to finish, No matter how sorry they are, that's the rule." With that she pulls the tie loose, letting your wrist free. Falling forward to your hands and knees, you see her feet come into view in front of you. Looking up, Lisa meets you halfway as she crouches down to hold your chin in place, "now let's get you cleaned up."

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The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 16

This one is going to be real fucking long, I don't want to keep stringer you, dear reader, along so the good shit starts now. Again, really fucking long, I should have broken this up into two chapters.

Part 15

Series Masterlist

Contains: Protective little brother, Jax is an idiot and so is the OC, fun at the fair, graphic historical combat demonstrations (no one gets hurt), sexual harassment, protective Jax, time jumps. Discussion of an alcoholic father, child neglect and abuse. Wendy deserved better and she's going to get it. Attempted kidnapping, BAMF OC, love confession.

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The joys of an unexpected confession

"Teller, I need to talk to you." Sam practically shoved Jax into his dorm before closing and locking the door.

"Is something wrong?" Sam didn't respond and crossed his arm over his chest.

"What are you doing with my sister? I can see that you have feelings for her, I'm not knocking that, I just want to know your intentions before I decide if I'm ok with it.

Jax was shocked, he was hoping this would never come up.

"I don't know, she's hard to read. I can't tell if she's being nice or she has feelings for me. Is that what you're trying to tell me?"

Sam leaned against the dresser, "this isn't about my sister's feelings, this is about you. Do you love her?" Jax threw his arms up in the air.

"What do you get out of it if I say yes? I'm not the only one she spends her time with. What about Hap, they don't even talk to each and yet they seem to be best friends." Sam rubbed his eyes.

"That's because Happy and her share a similar darkness, you've seen it Jax. You know as well I as do that she doesn't fit in. She sees a bit of herself in Happy and the recognition allows her to just exists when she's with him." Jax could see it now, you didn't need to talk to each other because there was nothing to talk about, you just were what are were.

"I think you have more than just feelings for her, and that's ok. But if you go down this path and then change your mind, she would rather die of loneliness than let another person in. I want her to have a happy ending, if it's with you, I'm happy, but I'm not going to watch her pine for you forever. If you do it now she'll think you're doing it because of Abel, he's comes out of the incubator in 2 months, do it then." Jax appreciated Sam's bluntness.

Sam got up and walked to the door but Jax stopped him.

"Does she have feelings for me?" He was hopeful but he knew that Sam would never betray your confidence.

"I think she knows it's ok the just exist with you too, she can be herself without all her human fineries. That's all I'm willing to tell you." Sam stood up to his full height and got within touching distance of Jax.

"If you do tell her you love her, then break her heart, I will kill you, slowly and painfully and if you think for one minute she won't help me cover it up you're wrong, no matter how much she loves you."

Sam's eyes went wide, "it wasn't my intention to share that with you, still, it doesn't change what I said Jax. You hurt her, you die."

"You're all here!" You came racing up to them at the ticket booth, dressed in some kind of medieval dress that was mild yellow. Jax couldn't help but smile, he had been waiting for this day since you brought it up.

Opie had come there with Donna and the kids, this was one of the first times he really went out with the club that wasn't on a run. After a quick hello, you zipped behind them to introduce yourself Opie, Donna, and the kids.

"Hello, I'm y/n. Everyone speaks very highly of all of you." You spoke to Kenndy and Ellie first, bending over so as to not stand over them, then Donna who seemed to like you right away. Opie could bearly keep himself together, he was looking from you to Jax with a strange knowing smile on his face.

You were called over by someone running a stand near the entrance and trotted off while they went to buy their tickets.

"We don't use modern money here, if you want to buy anything you have to pay for historically accurate coins here which you can use inside. The events are free and listed on your fair map. We ask that you follow the age suggestions on the sides, we will ask you to move along if you don't." They thanked the ticket booth operator, collected their coins of various metals and went inside.

They wandered around for a little while before it was time to head to the mounted archery event. Jax saw you standing there, no longer in your simple yellow dress but what could only be described as light battle amour, it was made of simple leather and you had your hair up and out of your face. There was a quiver of arrows slung over your shoulder and you were holding a bow in one hand.

Your horse, Sargent Fancy Hooves, was standing next to you. He had only seen the horse in photos but up close the animal was huge. Your linen shirt showed off the slope of your neck in a way that made him want to trace the structure with his tongue.

You saw them and waved them over, "it's starting soon, I managed to get your front row seats if you want them." You directed where to sit down and Jax made sure to sit where he'd have to best view.

He watched you walk your horse to the start of the track then swing yourself onto his back.

Shit she's strong

He leaned in closer, just to get a look at the concentration on your face. As the horse got up to a canter, you took an arrow from the quiver, place it in the bow, pulled the string back and released it as you passed the target.

Hit, dead centre

You did it again and again, moving your body as you approached each target, each with varying distances and difficulties, you shot one that flew threw the air, over a path in the crowd and up to a target on a faraway tree.

Jax found himself unable to focus on the arrows, his eyes were stuck on you and the way your body moved, he couldn't tell if he should be turned on or scared but that seemed to be normal when it came to you.

Quiver emptied, you slowed and jumped off, at the round of applause you gave a big stage bow and walked your horse back to the stables before coming over to talk to them.

"So, what did everyone think?"

Kenny and Eille were staring up at you with big eyes before Kenny yelled, "that was so cool man, I can learn how to do that?"

You laughed and looked over at Opie and Donna, "only if Mum and Dad say it's ok, if you stick around till the end of the day, you can give it a go." They looked over at their parents who gave a slight nod.

"That's was pretty awesome Darlin, you made it look easy." You smiled like you were trying not to appear shy.

"Thank you Jackson."

****

They spent the day walking about talking to the people at all the stalls, it was much more fun than they expected even though the stalls were being run by historians and scientists, it felt like they were really in the middle ages.

It was around lunchtime when they headed to your next event, you were in the same combat outfit, although this time you were away from your horse and holding a sword. They were directed to the front seats by some usher, no doubt you making sure they had the best seats again and Jax sat right down in the middle.

The announcer stood up on a podium and began to speak, "this is will a traditional Nodric duel meaning each combatant will be given two shields and two weapons, once they are gone, they will not be replaced. Upon speaking to the participants who have agreed to flight till first blood. We ask that you don't take photos in case there are serious injuries and parents should be ready to take their children elsewhere. Having said that, both out demonstrators today are highly trained and have done this before."

Jax thought the way you circled each other was terrifying, you were fighting a man at least twice your size without a hint of fear on your face. You were handed one shield, which you threw on the ground, the man did the same before you met in a clash of steel.

It was like watching a dance, one caked with mud and sweat. You gave as good as you got, moving more fluidly and with more grace than he was. You swung just right and the man's shield shattered, you threw your down as well, cocking your hand at him as if to egg him on.

Now it really started, the man was throwing his whole weight at you while you side stepped and backed away. Jax had a realisation.

You were wearing him out.

He watched you succeed and the man's swings became slower and less accurate, then you pulled away from a swing that was aimed at your side and swung across your body, cutting his shoulder in the process. The man started to bleed just a little and you were stepping back, dropping your sword.

There was a roar of cheers and applause but you were too busy hugging your opponent to notice. You walked over to them a little while later, still huffing and puffing.

"Thoughts?" Jax had a few but none of them were appropriate.

"That was the most badass thing I've seen, so much cooler than the movies.

You smiled and offered Half-Sack a friendly punch in the arm, "thanks dude."

"Yeah Darlin, totally it was totally hot."

You rolled your eyes at him, "I told you Teller, I'm immune to your charms."

************

The next time they saw you, you were back in your yellow dress, munching on some kind of fried good.

"What you eating?"

You ripped off a piece and handed it to Jax, "bread fried in duck fat, it's fucking amazing." Jax moaned as he took a bite, it was good.

"Who cares about dying at 40 from the flu when you can have this all the time, the middle ages were both terrifying and awesome." Jax shook his head, your brother was right, you were a total dork. He liked it though, he found himself wanting to spend more and more time with you just for the joy you brought him when he laid eyes on you.

"I like your dress." There was that shy smile again, it made him feel like he was ten feet tall.

"I keep telling you Mr Teller, I'm immune to your charms." He reached out to touch your sleeve's hem and watched you go all wide-eyed.

"Did you make this one too?" You looked from his hand to his face and nodded before sticking your unoccupied hand in a pocket.

"It has pockets! It's called a Kirtle" You raced over to the stall and got two more pieces of fried bread, handing him one.

"Are you coming to the last event?" Jax was a little shocked that you ask him that, of course he was coming.

"Hell yeah. I read your paper, by the way, it was really, really interesting. There's no way I'm missing it."

You reached your hand out and grabbed his, and then he was being pulled away to the arena. You handed him something with a slightly deranged look on your face, "you might need this, they bleed like real people." He put on the plastic poncho and sat next to Juice, Happy, Sam, and Tig.

Jax watched you climb up on the podium before tapping the microphone and speaking in that warm, friendly voice that was slowly becoming a mainstay in his dreams.

"Hello all, this event is a little different. In front of you, you will see some dummies in different states of dress, you will notice that these dummies have clear skin and look like something from an anatomy class. This is because the dummies are what's known as ballistic gel dummies, they behave like the living human body when damaged, these ones even bleed like people." Happy was buzzing with excitement.

"We ask again, that any children leave, if they want to learn they can return after for a more appropriate demonstration. If you feel faint at any time, we ask that you wave over one of the helpers walking around, and there is no shame in getting up and leaving." There was no way Jax was going anywhere.

"Lastly, these arrows are live and can cut through flesh like butter. Please don't cross the fences, it could be very bad for your health. Now, onto the fun stuff. There are a few different types of amour here and I'm going to demonstrate why amour doesn't save you if someone has good aim. As I said, these bodies bleed so those of you in the front row have been provided with protection."

You jumped down, picked up your bow and quiver and walked to the start of the arena. Jax was drawn to the way your ribs moved, the same way they moved when you shot those men.

In

Out

In

Fire

It was burtal, he swore he heard the arrow rush threw the air before it slammed into the dummy, it bled slowly at first then started rushing out but you were already onto the next target.

In

Out

Fire

He watched it fly through the air before going threw a gap in the helmet and embedding in the dummy's face, the gap was tiny. Jax started to wonder if you've ever used them on live flesh.

As you came closer to him, he got a better look at you. He could see how the arm guard and fingers covers made the precise movements stand out, he worried how those thoughts would play out in his dreams tonight.

You shot the dummy closest to him in the neck and he felt a cool spray over his body, Happy looked like a kid in a candy store.

He could see you from the back now, stood up sure and confident. You weren't just a siren now, you were a warrior he would gladly kill alongside. The last arrow hit its target and the crowd cheered, you walked over to the fence and took the microphone again.

"Now we get to see why arrows were so dangerous, I'm going to walk along and pull each one out and you'll be able to see why even a seemingly minor arrow wound was fatal.

It looked gruesome but he saw it clear as day, each time an arrow came out, the bleeding got worse, the hole bigger. Looking over at his friends solidified his feelings, he was going to follow Sam's advice and wait till Abel was stronger but he was going to tell you how he felt.

**************

He was standing at the archery stage with his Club, a bow and arrow of his own in his hands while you weaved between each of them, helping them line up their shots. He watched you adjust them with one gentle finger, bearly making contact. When you came to him, you were using your whole hand, a shift of his shoulder here, a twist of his wrist here. Your eyes were lingering on his finger as he tensed them.

"See something you like Darlin?"

You rolled your eyes, "you are insufferable." Jax smirked.

"How about another bet? If I get his shot, you tell me what's got you all doe-eyed and if I don't I'm yours on my day off?"

You stuck out your hand, "done, but I don't think you'll like what I've got in mind." He shook your hand, these shakes were always so firm but your hand was still tiny in his.

He drew the bow back and let the string go, he missed wide with the arrow landing in the dirt.

"Ah ha, I win. Eat it, you insufferable ass." Jax couldn't help but laugh, he could have tried a lot harder but he loved that little victory jump you did when you won.

"What my punishment Darlin?" You gave him a big smile, wide eyed and a little evil.

"I'm teaching an anatomical structures class, I need you to be our hand model. They don't even have to see your face if that's what you want." Jax's brain immediately went somewhere explicit; for the first time, he thought you were better silent, with his fingers in your mouth while he fucked you into the mattress.

"Why not, you're just scientists, it's not like you're taking me to be probed."

You laughed and slapped him on the arm, "don't worry that come after when I receive a transmission for the mothership." Jax felt his heart swell, you were a really funny person.

****

The sun had long gone down by the time they left, you had spent most of the day going between talking to them and teaching people.

"Thank you everyone for coming, I really hope you enjoyed your day."

You were interrupted by a drunk man yelling from close by, "hey baby, how about you ride me like you rode that horse. I bet you could crush me with your thighs."

You didn't even turn to acknowledge him, but then he was stomping over to you, "hey bitch, I'm talking to you." You were clearly about to turn around and defend yourself but Jax was already nudging your aside.

"Fuck off man, before I hurt you." The man huffed and went to punch Jax but he was ready, he dodged the hit easily and threw one of his own, his fist connecting with the man's skull. The man crumbled to the fall but before Jax could climb on top of him to keep going, you were pulling him aside with his face in your hands.

"I'm ok Jackson, he's learnt his lesson." Your tone got a little saccharin, "my brave knight, you don't need to defend me." he felt his chest swell

Her brave knight, he liked the sound of that.

****

You were sitting with Abel when Jax showed up, "how was Nevada?" Jax pulled back his Kutte to show you everything was ok.

"How's Abel doing?"

You smiled, "good, you might be able to hold him soon."

He sat down next to you, putting his hand over yours, "I can't wait."

****

"What are you going to do? If he turns up dead the cops are going to know it was you."

Jax shook his head, "we're not going to kill him, just remove his tat."

You cringed a little, "I think the Russian mob has the right idea, a belt sander is far more efficient than fire or a blade."

****

"What's ATF here for?" Jax rubbed his face, "did you guys have something to do with that prison break?" He nodded and sat down next to you.

"I'll get everything I can on the agents and drop it to you next church. Remember Jackson, legal loopholes are your friend, the best place to hide things are where people aren't allowed to look."

****

"Agent June Stahl is your main problem, she's had more than one complaint about the mistreatment of cases and dereliction of duty when caring for informants. I can't see her career surviving if this case goes nowhere." Jax wasn't surprised you came through on delivering the information.

"How do you always know shit? You don't have access to this info because of your job so don't give us that shit." You rolled your eyes at Clay's tone.

"I know people, and those people owe me. If I tell you any more than that, I'll have a suspicious car accident and you don't want that."

****

Jax was at your door again, with a bit of paper in his hand, "you want me to put on some oatmeal?" His sad smile said it all.

"Wendy's gone, she left this with the hospital." He handed you a bit of paper and you looked it over.

"This is a notice to terminate her parental rights. Oh Jackson, I'm sorry." you leaned and put a hand on his knee.

"There's an affidavit here saying she was of sound mind when she signed it. I think Wendy knows she's not going to be the best mother right now and is making up for the harm she's already done. It's far kinder than most parents would do." Jax didn't respond, he knew you were right.

"I don't know how much Sam has told you about our childhood but our father was...is an alcoholic. It got a lot worse after our mother died, he would get violent until Sam got bigger than him. When I was sixteen I emancipated and took Sam with me, we haven't spoken to him since. He's been in and out of jail on DUIs. Last time I checked he was back in treatment." Jax had no idea, Sam said your father was a drinker but he had no idea it was that bad.

"If he loved us, he would have dropped us off at our grandparents and left us there. Wendy has done the right thing Jax, and in a few years when she's got her life on track you can talk to her about being in Abel's life, if that what he wants."

****

"Are you working on the bones that were found off the highway?"

Jax sounded worried, "no, I've got enough shit to deal with. Plus, it's not an established cold case or a fresh body, no one has the grounds to make me do it."

Jax breathed out a sigh of relief, at least Clay wouldn't make you do anything to help the Club "well that's good news for us, we really don't want Hale to know who those bodies are."

****

You were waiting in the NICU for Jax, you had managed to convince the doctors to let him hold Abel a little earlier than they normally would. You didn't know how long you waited, gently refusing each time a new nurse asked if you wanted to hold him, but then Abel started to cry and no one was there.

You lasted maybe a minute before you were picking him up, he looked up at you with those crystal blue eyes, full of potential and promise and you couldn't find it in yourself to put him down just yet.

But then Jax was walking in, he stopped still at the sight.

"I'm so sorry Jax, I was going to wait but then he started crying and I couldn't stop myself, please forgive me." You looked so worried but all Jax could do was laugh.

"It's ok Darlin, I would have done the same thing." He sat down on the chair and you softly handed him his son, he saw the expression on your face as you looked down at both of them. He never felt so frightened and so safe all at once like he felt now.

****

"Hey y/n, I can talk to you." Sam sounded worried.

"Sure bud, what's up?" He sat down next to you and put a hand in yours.

"The Club needs cash, shit's really going to hell and if we pay the Irish, we're fucked.

You took a deep breath, "how much do you need?"

****

The Club were hosting a small party and the Clubhouse, with the Irish paid off and ATF on the back foot, their worries were alleviated at least for a little bit. Jax was sitting next to you nursing a beer laughing at your story of all the cops and interns who passed out at their first autopsy.

"I kid you not Jax, this guy was so tough and the moment the body started to ooze, he was done. I've never seen someone hit the deck so fast. The next time I saw him, he tried to give me a speeding ticket while I was travelling under lights and sirens to a crime scene." He could imagine you standing over this ass with a smug look on your face while he came to.

"You're a bit of a sadist, did you know that?"

You laughed and squinted your eyes with mischief, "You should see me throw a flogger." Jax felt the blood in his body rush elsewhere.

"I've been meaning to talk to you about the other day, with Abel. I just wanted you to know that if you need someone to be there for him until you find him a mum, I'm your guy, I can operate with no sleep and I happen to be great with kids." Jax was floored

I'm your guy

"You really mean that?"

You nodded emphatically, "yep, I'm here for whatever you need, all you need to do is ask."

****

You were out getting gas when it happened, "get in the car bitch." There was a gun pressed to your back and you see the Mayan's reflection in the car window.

"You don't want to do this friend, you walk away now and nothing is going to happen to you." He pressed the gun harder to your back, you reacted within a second and he was keeled over trying to recover from the blow to his liver. You had his own gun pointed at him, "now you get in the car, we're going to see your boss."

The drive to the Mayan Clubhouse was tense, the man learnt very quickly that it was comply or die and he wasn't willing to die just yet.

"Get out now, you move even a little and I wrap you around a bullet." You went to your trunk to pull something out.

A grenade.

He watched you pull the pin and stand there for two seconds before pressing the plunger, "it's primed, the moment I lift my hand it goes off. We're going to walk in there and you're going to get me an audience with Mr Alvarez or I'm going to blow you and your Clubhouse to kingdom come, do you understand?" It took him effort not to piss himself.

There was silence once you walked in, it was like a dark cloud arrived over the room, "Mr Alvarez if you'd like to keep everyone in this room alive, I would like to discuss some things with you." He looked you up and down and then landed on the grenade in your hand.

"Come into the back Miss, we can talk about whatever you want."

You went in the back and sat down, Alvarez was stiff and worried.

"This is how it's going to go Mr Alvarez, can I call you Marcus?" he nodded.

"Well Marcus, you and your Club are becoming a threat to the people I love and care about and that can't go on. Now you have two options: option one is that I killed you and all the men in this building then send your heads to your loved ones. Option two is that you come with me now and you talk this out with Clay."

There was no air in the room, he felt like the icy hand of death was laying on his shoulder.

"Do I need to shoot someone to get my point across, I have a grenade that's one second off detonation, if you don't think I'll blow us all to hell to keep my family safe, you would be fatally wrong." He stood up, too terrified that you would turn him into stone to meet your eyes.

"Fabulous, let's head to the car." You walked behind him, he left like he was walking to his own death.

As you drove to the SAMCO Clubhouse you spoke to him, for some reason he was starting to like you.

"I shouldn't be telling you this but the only reason things are the way they are is that Clay won't see reason, most of the guys want this war to end. I think your alliance with Darby is foul, Nazis are the enemy of the United States, working with the enemy makes you a traitor and the only suitable way to handle a traitor is death." If you weren't going the right way he would have thought you were driving him to his death.

"We're here now, you're going to get out and let me do the talking. Once it's all sorted, you can go back and deal with your Club, but no matter what, there will be a peace reached tonight, do you understand me? Oh and by the way, the grenade is a paper weight." He didn't even notice you had put it down.

He climbed out of your car slowly, being mindful that he was being walked into the lion's den.

"Is that?!" Bobby and Tig looked at each other then to you.

"I need to see Clay please, there are issues to be dealt with." It took them a while to get moving.

Clay stood up in shock when he saw you.

"Hello everyone, about ninety minutes ago, one of Mr Alvarez's men tried to kidnap me. Of course, he was a fool and didn't do his homework so I got the upper hand. I could have killed everyone in that Clubhouse but I didn't, so now Mr Alvarez is indebted to me. He's going to pay that back by making nice, or he's going to die." You gave him a shove towards Clay and they went into the chapel.

No one said anything, they all just looked at you, "are you just going to stand there with your wangs in the wind. I'm sure you can find something to do that isn't staring at me.

A little while later, they came out, "call church, bring everyone. We have things to discuss."

Jax was stewing in the corner, how could you be so stupid.

"What the hell was that!?" You turned to him, shocked and a little angry.

"What was that, Teller? I think I was doing something all of you seemed incapable of doing. Don't fucking start on me about messing in Club business, people were going to die if something wasn't done and I'm not going to sit around and watch it." He was standing up to his full height and walking over to you.

"You could have been killed, or worse. That was so fucking irresponsible.

You threw your hands up, "any more irresponsible than anything else you've done? Unlike you, I know what I'm doing." Jax was getting really angry now.

"Really and what is it that you're doing. We've known each other less than a year and you've already offered to mother my child, you're always getting involved in everything and you just gave $40,000 to us for criminal activity." You shot a look at Sam, he wasn't supposed to say anything.

"I can't be a good person, I'm not allowed to care about the people in my life, it that what you're saying?" Jax slammed his beer down.

"You've got to be working some kind of angle. You somehow always know shit that we're not allowed to ask about, you say you're a doctor and yet you kill like an assassin and you can somehow knew all about us before we even knew your name. Why are you doing this?" You couldn't stand it anymore, it felt like you were choking.

"Because I love you, you insufferable man."

Part 17

The writing machine is fueled by feedback. I'm going to be very busy over the next few days, I'm evil, I know. But I might get something out tomorrow, it just depends.

[goldenworldsabound]

Ok that's it, time to throw down. Which one of you is the most romantic?

The room erupts into noise as everyone begins talking over each other at once, swiftly raising their voices.

Break: it's good I'm used to dealing with nobility...this is a room full of them. And the worst kind too. Jealous and possessive and overly confident. Used to getting anything they want. 🤷uvu

Comte de Saint Germain: oh, please, I worked hard to earn my off putting reputation. Such a reduction is rather unkind. 🙃

Break: Oh, so you heard that? Heh, that wasn't intended for your ears at all. :>

Comte de Saint Germain: clearly.

Rufus: I do believe we all heard, Mr. Break, was it? How very thoughtless. I shudder to think of what sorts of unromantic ways you might treat our beloved.

Francis: Haha! Good one, Rufus. I do quite agree that the valet cannot possibly be as romantic as the rest of us. Though of course, I am still the most romantic of us all, and I think this is patently apparent.

Rufus: please. You're a bumbling fool at best.

Francis: Oh? Is that so? Hearing that from the one who inherited his wealth and then lost it all is rich.

Ruthven: This discussion is meaningless. Ultimately, Wendy would be the one to make such a call, however much we may protest. I'd like to propose something that I believe everyone will find agreeable.

Comte de Saint Germain: I would be loathe to call anything you may suggest "agreeable" 🙂

Ruthven: of course you would, haha. Well, feel free not to participate then. For everyone else, why don't we all share why we believe ourselves to be the most romantic? That seems like a fair and equitable approach.

The approach is decided on...and the answers are provided below the cut. Feel free to share in the comments who you think is the winner...

Break

Oh? I get to go first? I'm shocked. How kind of you. All I feel the need to share is that upon finding out that Wendy is insecure about not being from one the dukedoms, I promptly organized a date to make them feel like a Princess out with their ever loyal knight. Lady Sharon even helped make sure we really pulled out all the bells and whistles at no cost to darling Wenwen. :>

Comte de Saint German

We've been together for so many centuries that it's hard to track the time. But in this time, we've come to know each other intimately well. I return from my travels, and I can focus all of my time and energy on making them feel loved. Our relationship has never felt dull - but full of new energy and vigor with each visit. Despite the time, I find new ways to surprise and delight them, going out of my way, whether it be small or large. I think that one simply cannot beat the closeness of a relationship that spans centuries and retains it's spark with ease. If you require an example, I am expert in cheering up ma chatounette when they are feeling down - I can tell easily if they want me to merely listen, to try to solve the problem, or to provide some distraction. What is more romantic than a deep understanding of one's partner, and acting on that knowledge to love them?

Rufus

I don't need to extrapolate on all the pampering and spoiling I've done...though surely, anyone who truly understands romance will recognize that it is not extravagance alone that creates romance. Romance is the small moments of tenderness between us. Romance is showing them that I've been paying attention not just to their likes and dislikes, but to their hopes and dreams and what makes them who they are. Giving them a space to be themself, in the way they have given me the very same thing.

Francis

I'm sure that all of us, sans the valet, are experts at pampering and spoiling our beloved Aura with everything money can buy. I certainly am. But yes, I would agree that this isn't truly what romance is. Baring our souls to each other, sharing our worries, and indulging in the things we enjoy together. My darling Aura can find it difficult to express what they want - I help them find what that is, and help achieve it, whether it's acquiring dairy free crepes or eating a delicious meal to celebrate an achievement. It's also the little personal things - dancing in the kitchen while I sing to them, for example. In those moments, I can see their eyes shine.

Ruthven

Hm, I worry some of you only see mon tresor as a repository for your vulnerable thoughts and feelings. Ma cherie spent many years in the mortal world, and has felt sorely misunderstood by their own kind here in Altus. Opening their eyes to new sights and new experiences they were not privy to has seen them grow and flourish as a vampire. Assuaging their concerns, and supporting them fully in their wishes and desires. But pampering and spoiling in excess is not romance - what is, is the appropriate application of such things. Timing is everything. Such young mortals cannot fully appreciate that. It is not going out every night for a formal meal - it is making an occasion out it, building up suspense, speaking softly and sweetly of it, and making them feel truly loved. The valet is halfway there - but he's much to learn compared to me.

[ohkrateia]

‘‘before that, i just want to say that i appreciate you being willing to meet with me, wendy. i know this is kinda unorthodox, and you probably have better things to do. it's just that no one–’’ des lowers her voice, casting a hesitant look around. ‘‘no one believes me.’’

she has bitten her nails to near nothing, painted them a blue that she hopes disguises their state. no amount of makeup could hide the harsh bags under her eyes, the haggard exhaustion keeping her shoulders tensed, how even in this small diner in this pleasant part of town, something in her can't relax. it's only the presence of wendy– someone who believes her, someone who isn't a cop telling her to swallow their mocked-up truth– that loosens the clench of her jaw.

des reaches for the coffee, offering wendy a placid smile; it's meant to be polite, but seems too thin to be so. if the situation were different, she'd be having to fight the urge to ask for an autograph or a photo; the mood now seems too solemn for that.

‘‘no one but you, actually. i know you don't normally do this, so, thank you. when i wrote in to your show, i didn't really expect much, to be honest with you.’’ clearing her throat, des takes a gulp of plain coffee, trying & failing to abate her nerves. ‘‘a few months ago,’’ she starts, ‘‘my dad and my brother, ty, went on their annual camping trip. they've been going since i was a kid, this... this is the first time i didn't go with them.’’

‘‘it's a small town so everyone's kinda close. the sheriff called & said they were attacked by a bear, but– there were no bodies, no nothing. it's like they vanished into thin air. and my dad's lived there all his life, y'know, he knows how to deal with a bear.’’ a pause. ‘‘i know people go missing all the time, i know people die. but i'm not crazy.’’

crossroads cafe / @ohkrateia

wendy doesn't usually meet up with strangers who write in to her, but she's trying to get her ghost hunting business off of the ground. this doesn't exactly sound like ghosts, but des's story intrigued her, and she wants to do what she can to help. she figured the diner she works at would be a safe enough backdrop for their meeting. the other waitstaff know her, so she'll have plenty of people to witness on her behalf—just in case.

she returns from behind the counter with a couple of coffees. she hates the thought of making her coworkers work for her even when she's not on the clock. "here." she sets one coffee, sugar, and a pitcher of cream in front of des and another at her place in the booth. despite the public place, she's selected a relatively "private" booth near the back of the diner so that des feels comfortable talking about anything she needs to. "i'm wendy, by the way. it's nice to finally meet you in person." she mostly knows des as an email address. it's nice to put a name to the handle. "where would you like to start?"