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GUYS WTF I WAS LOOKING AT CHARACTERS AND THE TIMELINE. CAUSE A POST MADE ME DIVE INTO LORE AGAIN AND GING IS 9 YEARS??? OLDER THAN MITO?????? You guys do realize that means if he had Gon in his early 20s mito would’ve been a TEENAGER when he came back and dropped off Gon???? LIKE NO WONDER SHE WAS MAD ID BE PISSED TOO I thought they were like 4 years apart and it was like no big deal or something…. Wait SHE WAS 4 WHEN HE LEFT TO BE A HUNTER HOW DOES SHE REMEMBER THAT WHAT THe FU—— HUH????!??
#what is this#im so lost#LIKE THIS MAKES ZERO SENSE TO ME#how does this line up right#this makes all of this so much worse#9YEARS PEOPLE#h x h#hunter x hunter#ging freecss#ging what the hell#WHY DID THE GRANDMA SAY NOTHING#gon freecs
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Every time o research things to learn abt my brothers new type one diabetes diagnosis I have vivid flashbacks to how he looked when we were loading him into the car to go to the er and I start having a panic attack
#mark says#t1d#t1diabetic#and then i feel guilty bc i need to learn to help as much as i can#but i wanna puke bc my brains telling me hes gonna go into dka and almost die again#and wtf do you do overnight?? do yiu just load up on insulin and hope nothing crazy happens?#why cant he be type two like my grandmas.#like its still diabetes yes but its at least pill controlled (sometimes)#im literally on a t2d medication for my pcos (metformin) and it makes me shit my brains out. my grandma is too. also makes her shit her#brains out#but at least it isnt insulin#chop chop find a cure docs and sciences#hope he can get a pump#did expensive reserch on pancreatic transplant bc before i knew it was dead donors only i was fully abt to#give him half lf mine like a kidney 💀#but yeah hes in the icu.
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I barely slept today and I feel like I won’t be able to sleep again tonight cause my nose is BURNING
#my cold seems to be ending after 4 days (5 tomorrow)#so I’m mostly sneezing and blowing my nose#but it feel like someone is putting fire in my nose and nothing make it better#also I’m 99% sure I’m allergic to dust (can’t find free exam for that yet) but I’m tired physically tired to clean my room#so it make it worst at night#i slept like 4 hours cause I had to get up at around 8 for the new couches coming in and they came by at 11:30 😭#they were so kind though one of the guys was in love with puppy bfjdbjd#he would cry at him and he would say hi and later look at his colleague like#‘’see that’s why i want a dog look at the unconditional love’’ because he was in my arm not moving at staring at the guy bfjdbd#it was cute he ran to the window when they left he wanted his new friends back :’)#Idk what that guy give but baby loved him fksbdjjd#BUT THAT COUCH IS COMFY#Like it’s harder than our previous one but it’s look so much more better quality so not easy to break unlike the previous one#like I took an almost 2 HOURS NAP ON THAT COUCH#that’s impressive I never been able to sleep on any couch in my life#anyway ! yeah I’m suffering I would be fine if it was not for my nose !#i didn’t lay down I stayed on one place incline it and the thing in the middle for glasses was open I put my pillow there and slept 😌#my body wasn’t even soar but I did put a wet cloth clothes to my nose it help the burn (but can’t wear that non stop you know)#now I’m going to try some grandma magic tricks see if it helps#and answer some asks probably will have to make a new list#and I’ll try to make something for my wife’s bday 🥰#alex.txt
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#the funeral for my grandma was today and it was the weirdest funeral I’ve ever been to#we got there#waited in the little waiting room before we could go into the chapel where the ceremony was to be held#(or so I thought)#we took a rose each and then went inside#sat down#the woman who worked there said ‘I’ll play a little song’ she played a little song#we sat there in silence looking at the coffin#the song ended#and nothing happened#and I was like this is weird why is nothing happening? they usually say something#then my uncle stood up and I thought ‘oh maybe he’s gonna do a speech’#no he stood and walked over and placed the rose on the coffin#we all did our lap and back to our seats but we stood#then three ppl said a little bit about my grandma and then it was all#alright shall we go to where we have this little get together? yes good#let’s all go back to our cars and drive away#like nothing happened#it was over before it even began it was insane#nothing#would’ve felt useless to have gone if it weren’t so nice seeing all the family on my dad’s side#which was great so I’m happy I went#but that funeral was a big disappointment 😂
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That last post just reminded me of something honestly mind-boggling that that friend did
#so i’d just gone back to uni after being home for the weekend and i messaged my friend to let her know#and she said ‘oh awesome i’m studying in the library with my friends from my course all day; come up!’#i lived a 15 minute bus ride from campus and had a free pass so it wasn’t a problem at all for me to get myself there#(and i went to campus tons anyway. like i think i went to the library once a day that whole year to be honest. i was writing my dissertation#so even though i didn’t like her friends (they were snooty; cliquey; all the guys would try to flirt with you in creepy ways) i said ‘sure’#but there was one problem: i’d left my wallet at home. my grandma had lent me some cash as soon as i’d realised (too far into the journey to#go back) and i’d be fine for the few days it took for someone to get my wallet to me; but i didn’t have my student ID#and i needed that to get to the upper floors of the library. where my friend and her friends were#SO i communicated that to her and she was like ‘yeah of course i’ll let you in! just let me know when you’re there’#so i did that and got no response. didn’t think anything of it. but then she messaged saying something about how her friends were having an#argument; someone was having a breakdown and she couldn’t come down right then#i was like ‘fine take a few minutes’ but i was obviously annoyed because what do you mean?? just walk away for a second#use me to diffuse the situation and change the subject if you have to?#so i said to let me know when she was coming down but i didn’t hear anything and it was crowded as fuck on the ground floor of the library#so i think i gave her like 10 minutes and just went to the business school’s cafe#nearly an HOUR later my phone rang and it was evidently her standing in the reception area of the library wondering where i was#i was like did you honestly think i’d still be waiting?? did you think i had nothing better to do with my life than wait around#like a schmuck to hang out with you and your godawful friends who i don’t like. jesus christ#and i mean it’s still not the most insane way she’s disrespected my time. like a few months after that she called me asking if i wanted to#go for a walk. i said ‘yeah’ and proceeded to get ready and everything. waited for her. she’s like ‘actually i need to do x’#then i didn’t hear from her. after like an hour i gave up and started working on my dissertation#she pulled up to my house THREE HOURS after she initially called and was absolutely bamboozled when i said i no longer wanted to go#on a walk and that i was working on my dissertation and had gotten in the zone#like if you’re going to be That late you’ve gotta tell people. you can’t expect them to still be waiting on you#past a certain point; especially with no communication; i just assume i’ve been stood up and i go do something else#because like realistically why the hell WOULDN’T i go do something else if i more than likely have 3 hours to do it in lmao#i can’t with this type of behaviour. i really think she thinks other people don’t have lives#or want to hang out with her so badly that they’re willing to sit around for hours waiting#i just think she should manage her ego to be honest#personal
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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Love 101
my week-late valentine's post
summary: third years ask first years for love advice. the first years suck at giving it type of post: blurbs characters: cater, trey, leona, rook, vil, idia, lilia, malleus, rollo additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu
I. Cater and Deuce
Cater has always loved the thrill of the chase (or, really, the thrill of stalking your magicam at 2am) and he would have been content with keeping his digital distance if he didn't see you in Vil's last post. Suddenly anxious that he's fumbling, he does what he does best: info. And who would have better info than your best friend? "Uhhh, I dunno," Deuce says. "If you really like someone, then you should be honest with them- that's what my mom used to tell me, at least. Or did I read that somewhere? Uh, never mind. I'm sure the Prefect will understand! Just- you better treat them right, or else!" Be honest? When has honesty ever helped Cater? It'd take two more nights of crushing anxiety for him to send a risky text, spilling all of his feelings for you in a Magicam DM and then handing his phone over to a very confused (but pleased?) Riddle, so he won't check his notifs for your username every twelve seconds...
II. Trey and Ace
Trust me, he was not Trey's go-to. Okay, sure, Ace is your best friend. Sure, he knows everything about you, from your favorite desserts to your grades, and sure, you've probably told him everything about your dream man, but... It's Ace. And unlike darling, doe-eyed Deuce, if someone asked too much about you, Ace would get suspicious and go right into protective best friend mode. So, Trey keeps it vague. "Eh? You're asking me for dating advice?" Ace grins. "About time! I knew you were smart. What you're gonna do is give 'em a little, not too much. Maybe ghost 'em for a week or two, so they'll really miss you when you finally text back!" ...Yeah. Maybe Trey should just stick to desserts.
III. Leona and Jack
Listen, okay, Leona didn't want to ask him, either. But Ruggie had nothing, your other frosh friends couldn't flirt their way out of a paper bag, and Grim refused to give Leona the goods without tuna payments (and he's spoiled enough as it is). Of course, the moment Leona even implied he was thinking of you, Jack jumped. "You have to be direct and honest! This could be your life partner, you have to put your all in!" Right, sure. Why does he even bother with these kids?? You'd be turned off if Leona started spilling his guts like that. He would've given up then and there... but then Jack insisted he come to "support his upperclassman", as if it were a fight rather than a flirtation. Leona cursed the Seven, the stars, and every single student on campus as he stumbled his way through asking you out. "Not that you would, or that I care, but I-" he looks over his shoulder, and Jack is still there, arms crossed like an impatient parent. Leona grumbles. "If you want to..." "He wants to please you, Prefect!" Jack barks. "DON'T SAY IT LIKE THAT!"
IV. Vil, Rook, and Epel
It wasn't like Vil sought out Epel for the sole purpose of you, the freshman simply... happened to be in the room while Vil was thinking about it! Out loud! With Rook! In a... slightly argumentative manner! "Epel, settle something for us, would you?" "Oui, you see, I say the way to win the Prefect's favor is by anticipating their every thought!" "And I say that's insane. You know them best, so, tell us, what do they like?" The poor boy looks between them like he's being held at gunpoint. How should he have known?? It's not like you guys spent your time gabbing about boys! "APPLES!" he blurts out. "The Prefect loves apples!! My grandma always said the quickest way to a person's heart is through their stomach!" Rook giggles and Vil mumbles something about Epel's peanut-sized brain. ...Nonetheless, you wake up to crates full of apples at your door the next morning.
V. Idia and Ortho
beeeeeep... beeep... bing! Idia swivels around in his chair at the sound of the printer. Crap, did he accidentally hit print page again? What a waste of ink- that stuff's not cheap, you know! But it's just... Ortho. "Here ya go, big bro! I thought you might need this!" Idia cautiously takes the warm paper, entitled Romance Intel 101. "Uh... Ortho. Why are you giving me this? You know I max out the romance stats in all my games EZ," Ortho giggles. "It's not for a game, it's for the Prefect! Based on the data I've gathered, your heart rate accelerates by 1.2 seconds, and your pupils dilate by 40% when thinking of, or speaking to the Prefect!" Idia turns pink and crumples, as if he were the paper (the first line of which, BTW, reading "step one- make eye contact!") This is going to be a looooong school year...
VI. Lilia and Grim
You probably should've been suspicious when Lilia popped into Ramshackle and offered to babysit Grim for an afternoon, but you weren't- not with assignments due, at least. You said your goodbyes, and as soon as you were out the splintered door, Lilia spun on his heels. Short as he is, he towers over the little direbeast. "Hm, seems like we have time to spare. How about a casual conversation? Yes? Good! So, how do the youngsters these days go about showing their affections? I would like to make my feelings for a certain someone known, but I'm terribly out of practice." Grim thinks for a moment, and then: "Tuna. Looots of tuna. Heaps of it! It's all the rage!" Lilia nods sagely. "Ah, yes, I understand completely. There was a rotisserie chicken fad a few centuries ago... er, so I've read. Isn't love wonderful!" You come home from the library to an unconscious, drooling, but very happy Grim, and Lilia sitting atop a mountain of empty tuna cans and beaming. "Darling! You're back!"
VII. Malleus and Sebek
It had always been Sebek's honor and duty to serve the heir prince of Briar Valley, whether in war or in love. When Malleus wistfully said he wished to know you better, Sebek saw to it. That is, he spent the entire weekend shadowing you. And not subtly- he was never more than a few steps behind, pen and paper in hand. When you asked what in the world he was doing, he- "OBSERVING! NOW, QUIET! BEHAVE AS USUAL!" "You don't have to shout, you're right behind me. And observing what, Sebek?" "NONE OF YOUR CONCERN! ACT AS IF I AM NOT HERE!" At the end of the weekend, Sebek returned to Malleus' throne with a report that titled you "inquisitive, dense, and apparently hard-of-hearing."
VIII. Rollo and You
Your friends had seemed wary when Rollo asked you on a walk with him, though he promised he wouldn't take you too far from their clutches care. You had been in Fleur City for days and he didn't know a single thing about you, other than that you were magicless and pitiful. You were so often spoken over, interrupted, and dismissed, it took Rollo a strenuous amount of grace not to grab you by the wrist and drag you away from your rude, contemptuous classmates himself... He couldn't word the feeling. And he was hoping you could. "So," he says, "They refer to you as Prefect. That is your role? Do you enjoy it?" You shrug. Has being at that terrible school rendered you unfit for social interaction? "Very well. Then what do you do for... fun? You appeared to enjoy seeing the city. Are you interested in history?" You shrug again. How can he be expected to know you if you won't tell him anything?? Rollo decides that words are worthless, and his eyes land on your hands. His own fingers twitch and tingle in anticipation, and for a brief but terrifying moment, he thinks of reaching out to you. ...In the end, he can't will himself to do it. Maybe in another life.
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#cater diamond x reader#trey clover x reader#leona kingscholar x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#rook hunt x reader#idia shroud x reader#lilia vanrouge x reader#malleus draconia x reader#rollo flamme x reader
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Secret Sweethearts
Pairing: pierre gasly x leclerc!reader
summary: las vegas was a lot more exciting then people think
a/n: my first pierre piece! This was requested so I hope you guys like it!!
a/n2: I love Kika but she had to go 😭😭
a/n3: Vegas is the race that keeps on giving
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user1: no no no you’re on to something
user2: thank god someone else noticed this! I thought for sure after he and Kika split he’d have a couple more months of wild parties…
↳user3: same! Instead he had like a month of pr problems then it went all silent…
↳user2: I don’t know what I miss most — Kika’s Pierre or Party Pierre…
↳user3: hmmm I’m gonna go party pierre cause he lost his T-shirt consistently
↳user2: good point good point
user4: is this a safe place? Can I say something?
↳user5: nope!
↳user6: do it anyway!
↳user4: ummm fuck you both??
↳user6: what did I do!?
user7: user4 was your thought the fact that the after party of George’s race win and Max’s WDC win in Vegas was the last of Pierre’s wild days?
↳user4: it absolutely was
↳user8: ok grandmas. Let’s get you back to your beds
↳user9: no no no let them cook
user10: ok but let’s say user4 and user7 are right?? Bets on the reason why?
↳user11: I’m guessing that he got his socials taken away — can’t have too bad of an image…
↳user12: I mean it’s Vegas…I’m guessing he got married
↳user13: A VEGAS WEDDING?
↳user14: not who I thought would have a Vegas wedding…
↳user13: right?? I always had money on Lando or Charles…
↳user14: same!
↳user11: ok but we don’t know that’s the reason why he changed!
↳user13: let’s be real this makes more sense…
↳user12: it does! If he had his socials taken away for pr, we probably would have seen him on other drivers posts but it’s been a near complete blackout since Vegas!
Private Messages, the Gasly’s and their mothers
Private Messages, y/n and Pascale
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y/n_leclerc: Christmas time! Featuring the best ugly Christmas sweaters you’ve ever seen! Mine won — both the worst sweater and the itchiest!
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user15: ugly sweater or not, you’re still the prettiest!
user16: oh to be y/n leclerc…
maxverstappen1: so how many of those presents are yours?
↳y/n_leclerc: I don’t know what you mean…
↳charles_leclerc: I don’t like your tone…
↳arthur_leclerc: nearly all of them…
↳charles_leclerc: arthur!
↳y/n_leclerc: 🥺
↳arthur_leclerc: as it should be! liked by charles_leclerc, lorenzotl, pascale.leclerc, pierregasly
pierregasly: Joyeux Noel!
↳y/n_leclerc: Merci Pierre!
carlossainz55: Feliz Navidad!
↳y/n_leclerc: Merci!
oscarpiastri: Merry Christmas
↳y/n_leclerc: thank you nephew!
↳oscarpiastri: I am 3 years older than you…
↳y/n_leclerc: and yet…
Private Messages, Pascale and y/n
y/n_leclerc
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y/n_leclerc: just some quiet days spent with you, my love 🩷
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charles_leclerc: What is this?
charles_leclerc: Who is this?
charles_leclerc: What is happening?
charles_leclerc: Answer your phone y/n!
↳user17: oh you know it’s a serious thing when he comments multiple times AND uses correct punctuation and capitalization…
user18: is this y/n leclerc…soft launching…a boyfriend??
↳charles_leclerc: Non!
↳arthur_leclerc: she hasn’t introduced him to us yet so he doesn’t exist and isn’t dating our baby sister!
↳user18: that is absolutely not how it works btw
↳charles_leclerc: yes it is
↳charles_leclerc: Also y/n_leclerc answer your phone!
user19: ok I know what everyone is gonna think but if I may…
↳user20: no. I refuse to believe you again!
↳charles_leclerc: What?
↳user20: don’t listen to her she’s a conspiracy theorist
↳user19: who has frequently been right!
↳charles_leclerc: What do you know?
↳user19: know? Nothing actually liked by y/n_leclerc
arthur_leclerc: Belle petit sœur, qui est cet homme et pourquoi vous impose-t-il les mains? Beautiful little sister, who is that man and why is he laying hands on you?
↳y/n_leclerc: ☺️☺️
↳arthur_leclerc: THATS NOT GONNA WORK THIS TIME!! WHO IS HE??
↳y/n_leclerc: 🥺🥺 why are you yelling at me?
↳charles_leclerc: Arthur stop yelling at y/n! And y/n, ma belle petit sœur, please answer me — who is that man?
pierregasly: little Leclerc has a man now?
↳charles_leclerc: No!
↳y/n_leclerc: yes 🥰🥰
↳pierregasly: he treat you well?
↳charles_leclerc: He doesn’t exist!
↳y/n_leclerc: Pierre, he does…
↳charles_leclerc: …Not! Exist!
user21: I did not have baby Leclerc giving her brothers heart attacks on my bingo card for this year?
↳user22: right? I thought it was going to be the car…
↳user21: oh big same
oscarpiastri: congratulations y/n!
↳charles_leclerc: NON!
↳y/n_leclerc: thanks nephew
↳charles_leclerc: Answer you’re phone please y/n!
user23: ok but does the pink heart mean anything?
↳user24: it absolutely has too… she’s a Ferrari girl to her core, it’s been red her entire life. To switch now?
Bluesky
user25: I’d say you’re crazy and to tell me more!
↳user26: well we know that the Las Vegas GP after party was Pierre’s last public party
↳user27: he has been suspiciously quiet lately
↳user26: right?
user28: wait was y/n in Vegas? I didn’t think she traveled too much for the races?
↳user29: she was! Charles mentioned it during one of the interviews — she just turned 21 and wanted to celebrate in Vegas
↳user30: ok that’s so girlboss slay of her?
↳user29: I guess?? I’m too old to know what those words mean
user31: so we know that Pierre and y/n were in the same city (known for its drunk marriages), Pierre dnfed pretty early on in the race…
↳user32: what are we thinking? That she slipped away from Ferrari to alpine?
↳user31: I mean I would? Better to hang out with someone I know to finish watching the race…
user33: I think it was Alex or Lando? Who posted that there was going to be a big after party — to celebrate both George’s race win and Max’s WDC win
↳user34: it was Alex! And he was also the one that had photos of Pierre cuddling up with some girl
↳user35: Charles posted a picture of the view from his hotel room very early in the night — everyone kinda took it to mean he left the party early cause he was mad at the race
user36: so we have them in the same location, more than likely at the same party, almost certainly with Charles leaving early…
↳user37: in a city known for drunken decisions?
secretly/n: wow you guys are through
user38: ok but what’s the evidence after Vegas? Like divorce exists…
↳user39: vibes mostly…
↳user40: and the pink heart!
↳user38: vibes and a pink heart??
↳user39: the pink heart! She’s always used a red heart (Ferrari forever!!) but when she finally soft launches a man it’s with a pink heart?? Pink like alpine??
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f1gossip: with the increased interest in Pierre’s newly quiet public life and the subject of y/n’s soft launch, here comes another twist! Recent pictures from Pierre’s social show the newest Gasly, Simba — while y/n’s latest story has an identical pup getting cozy with her! Could this be the confirmation we’ve all been waiting for?
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user41: awwwweeee 🥹🥹🥹 shared custody
↳user42: ok but Pierre got simba right after Vegas right?
↳user41: …oh my god you’re right!! They got a dog together!!!
↳user42: they got a dog together 🤗🤗
user43: I’m going to laugh when it’s revealed that they aren’t together…
↳user44: I’m gonna laugh when you release you’re wrong!
user49: ok but simba and the helmets is so adorable ☺️
↳user50: yes!
user51: I don’t know who I’m more jealous of…Pierre, y/n, or simba…
↳user52: it’s a big choice…
secretly/n: damn you guys are fast to put the pieces together…
pierregasly has posted a story, y/n_leclerc has posted a story
[dinner date][my valentine 🩷]
user54 replied proof of relationship!
user55 replied exactly what we’ve been waiting for!
user56 replied are you with y/n right now??
y/n_leclerc replied looking good…and the pizza looks delicious too
↳pierregasly 😆
↳pierregasly right back at you, jolie fille
↳y/n_leclerc 😘💋🩷🩷
charles_leclerc replied ohh? A new love?
↳pierregasly something like that yes…
↳charles_leclerc and you haven’t said a word *smh*
↳pierregasly not yet
user57 replied IS THAT PIERRE
user58 replied omg its happening!!
user59 replied YOURE MATCHING WITH PIERRE YES!!
charles_leclerc replied what’s happening right now? Are you at Pierre’s??
↳y/n_leclerc oh my god leave me alone!
↳y/n_leclerc I’m with my MAN
↳charles_leclerc who doesn’t exist!!
↳y/n_leclerc that’s what you think!
Private Messages, Charles and y/n
Private Messages, Pierre and y/n
y/n_leclerc
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y/n_leclerc: got to go to this cool event, met some weird people, and crashed a redbull family reunion
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user60: oh god that is pretty much the redbull family isn’t it??
↳user61: so much trauma all in one photo…
pierregasly: weird people??
↳y/n_leclerc: yes! where did all your hair go???
↳user62: she’s speaking for all of us!
oscarpiastri: I see how it is…you spend a couple of hours with your aunt and she doesn’t even acknowledge you…
↳y/n_leclerc: I’m so sorry dearest nephew. How ever could you forgive me?
↳oscarpiastri: I could do with some dog cuddles?
↳y/n_leclerc: sure!
↳charles_leclerc: stop giving away leo!
↳y/n_leclerc: leo?
↳y/n_leclerc: no! I’ll not be doing that
↳user62: she forgot about her nephew Leo and was offering time with simba… liked by secretly/n
alex_albon: A redbull family photo and yet Charles is right in the middle…
↳y/n_leclerc: come on we all know he and max are attached at the hip
↳alex_albon: true true
↳maxverstappen1: what are you talking about?
↳y/n_leclerc: don’t worry about it Yapstappen liked by alex_albon, charles_leclerc
user63: ok girl we see you posting the brother and the boyfriend
↳charles_leclerc: Wait what?? What are you talking about? Who???
↳y/n_leclerc: apparently no one because “he doesn’t exist”
↳charles_leclerc: good you’re learning
↳y/n_leclerc: how do I dislike a post
user64: ok but did anyone else catch the looks those 2 were sharing??
↳user65: no! They were legit gazing into each others eyes the entire night
↳user66: are we talking y/n and her man or Charles and his?
↳user65: yes
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y/n_leclerc: posting my man while Charles is still busy
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user67: A HARD LAUNCH?? IN THE MIDDLE OF MY DAY??
user68: good lord what is happening right??
pierregasly: Je t'aime aussi, belle fille. I love you too, beautiful girl
↳y/n_leclerc: Vous êtes de loin la meilleure décision que j'aie jamais prise. You are by far the best decision I ever made
maxverstappen1: he’s gonna go ballistic
↳y/n_leclerc: haha yeah
↳maxverstappen1: you’re a chaotic little thing aren’t you…
↳y/n_leclerc: 🤣🤣
oscarpiastri: Hello. What is this?
↳y/n_leclerc: I believe the youths call it a hard launch?
↳user69: girl you are one of the youths
charles_leclerc: WHAT KS THIS?!?
charles_leclerc: ABSOLUTELY NOT
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f1gossip: Charles before he saw his sisters post and Charles after her saw his sister post during pre-season testing here in Bahrain
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user70: you could see the rage grow on his face…
↳user71: oh man could you…I could feel it from here and I’m not even in the same hemisphere
user72: he went through all 5 stages of grief, invented a view new ones, then settled on pure rage
user73: I’m so glad Pierre wasn’t on the track at the same time as Charles…
↳user74: right?
↳user75: I’m sure Pierre is feeling the same
Private Messages, the Leclerc Siblings
Private Messages, Pierre and Charles
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f1gossip: things got heated today during the Australian press conference where Pierre defended his WIFE??
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user76: I’m so…WHAT
↳user77: speaking for all of us right now…
user78: that interviewer was out of line
↳user79: he’s so lucky that Charles wasn’t there…
↳user80: ok but did you see Max and Oscar? Cause they looked like they wanted to hunt him for sport too
user81: that type of language has no use in today’s questions
↳user82: I’m with the drivers — how fucking dare that sexist piece of shit ask Pierre those questions???
↳user83: if anyone of them had kept at the man I wouldn’t have said anything
↳user84: he had it coming
user85: ok but are we all skipping over the fact THAT PIERRE AND Y/N GOT MARRIED???
↳y/n_gasly: that’s old news I’m afraid
↳user86: Wait? What? Why? When?
↳y/n_gasly: Marriage. Because I love him. Las Vegas!
↳user86: you changed your handle!
user87: this gonna go down in the history books — where were you when you found out that y/n is now a gasly…
↳charles_leclerc: SHES A WHAT NOW??
↳user87: you didn’t know yet?
↳charles_leclerc: KNOW WHAT??
↳user87: man I hate to burst your bubble…
↳charles_leclerc: 😤🤬
Private Messages, the Leclercs and the Gaslys
f1 posted a story, y/n_gasly posted a story
[All’s well now!][My husband and I 🩷]
user88 replied awww the in-laws getting along…
user89 replied my pookies
y/n_gasly replied I better not have to fight my brother for my husband now…
↳f1 we can make no promises…
user90 replied we love to see this!
charles_leclerc replied only temporarily…
pierregasly replied I love you, Lumière de ma vie
↳y/n_gasly I love you too, mon œuf
↳pierregasly 🙄🙄
charles_leclerc replied ABSOLUTELY NOT
arthur_leclerc replied TELL HIM TO GET HIS HANDS OFF YOU
lorenzotl replied how much are they yelling at you?
↳y/n_gasly ehhh I’m mostly ignoring my phone right now 😂😂
↳y/n_gasly they’ll get over it…eventually
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Nia stop with your self hatred spirals and go the fuck to sleep challenge
#I've been up for less than 12 hours so I'm not tired enough#okay don't go the fuck to sleep but at least stop the self hatred spirals#brought on by NOTHING#usually i need to actually try writing to get that response#this time i literally just THOUGHT about it#literally. just. thought. about. writing. the second chapter. of the fic i was very proud of less than a week ago#key word: was#can't stand to even think of it anymore. as my reaction clealry showed#good thing i mastered the art of silent crying bc i have no idea how I'd explain this to my grandma#'explain this' EXPLAIN WHAT??#THAT I'M A WHINY POS WHO HATES HERSELF AND EVERYTHING SHE CREATES???#*deep sigh* what did i JUST say about the spirals#see. this is why people don't like you#whatever#I'm done#I'm deleting google docs and procreate and burning all my art supplies including my stylus and I'm never creating again#good night
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I woke up and everyone was saying Biden did horribly and I saw a bunch of folks saying he has dementia.
And, while he did sound weak and tired and stumbled on his words, he did not sound like he had dementia.
That's just... old brain.
When people are that old and tired and you rush them to answer complicated questions, that's what they sound like.
And I don't actually think Biden did as bad as people were claiming. Not that I am saying he did good at all—it's clear he shouldn't be president. But he answered almost every question. He remembered facts and statistics. He wasn't a drooling invalid.
But expecting an 81 year old to give detailed answers in 120 seconds seems unreasonable. Timed debates are so stupid and I don't know why people agree to them.
SOLVE WORLD PEACE IN TWO MINUTES!
It seems Biden is fine if he is allowed time to gather his thoughts and speak when his brain catches up.
It's like people have never been around the elderly before.
And the only reason Trump didn't stumble as much is because he just regurgitated his rally-speak. He used the exact same lines he always uses and none of it lined up with the actual questions he was asked. And if he were forced to answer what was asked I think he would have looked just as bad.
I mean, why aren't people talking more about that right now?
If someone asked me "What is the name of your cat?"
And I responded, "Cannibal drug dealers from Mexico are going to eat your grandma."
How is that not a worrying sign of my cognitive function?
My dad had bouts of delirium, which is similar to dementia. And that is not something you can hide. It can't be masked. It isn't subtle. Nothing I saw hinted at dementia.
Just olds being old.
*heavy sigh*
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Regular world AU
Grandma Maleficia, owner of the oldest, most luxurious fashion brand in the world, texts her grandson out of concern.
🐉👑: Malleus
🐉👑: Grandson
🐉👑: MALLEUS DRACONIA ANSWER THE GODS FORSAKEN PHONE
🐉: Yes, grandmother?
🐉👑: What is this invoice I received? It says here you spent a total of $10,000 in a few minutes. You normally do not spend impulsively like this. Are you safe? Are you being held at gunpoint?
🐉: No. I am fine, grandmother.
🐉👑: Then what is this "Goddess Impact" written in the invoice?
🐉: Nothing
🐉👑: Is it porn?
🐉: NO! Why would you think that?
🐉👑: Then what is it?
🐉: Investment.
🐉👑: INVESTMENT? What self-respecting business would brand themselves with such a cheap name? What is their industry? I must meet with their president to uncover this scam.
🐉: None of your business.
🐉👑: DO NOT USE THAT TONE WITH ME, BOY. How am I supposed to retire with confidence if my heir does not even know how to properly utilize his assets? I did not raise you to be a fool!
🐉: I am investing in a spouse!
🐉👑: A spouse-- I knew it, you were paying for porn! And to think you already have a lover! Get your ass back home this instant, you rotten child!
After a few more spats and Maleficia threatening to disown her grandson, she finally got him to admit that he was paying to maximize a character from a "gacha game" who happened to be voiced by his voice actor lover, Yuu.
Though he took pride in anything related to Yuu, he was not particularly proud of himself for getting roped into romanticized gambling just to collect fictional assets that happened to include audio of his lover's voice. He swore that he would never gamble again, and committed to support in other ways instead.
Which was the start of him building a secret space that would put the most hardcore of otaku to shame: a church filled with rows and rows of repeated merchandise of anime characters, all voiced by his one and only Yuu.
#thank god I don't have the cash to topup lmao#i just pay with my tears instead#twisted wonderland#malleus draconia#ventique rambles#malleus x reader#maleficia draconia
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"choco milk"
summary: a girl in school says Caleb got her choco milk, so you get jealous... little did you know, he didn't get it for her (˶˃⤙˂˶)
content: fluff, jealousy, slightly suggestive, use of nicknames
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school had started off fine—until lunch, when your classmate dropped a bomb that sent your mood spiraling
"you won't believe what happened this morning!" she gushed, sliding into the seat next to you. you barely glanced up from your lunchbox, expecting some trivial gossip
"I walked into class, and there was a chocolate milk on my desk! Caleb put it there" she said, giggling.
your hand froze mid-reach "Caleb put it there?" you echoed, confused
"yup! saw him myself. he winked at me before leaving" her grin widened "I think he likes me. why else would he do that?"
that didn’t make sense
Caleb always saved the last chocolate milk for you. every tuesday morning, without fail, he’d leave one on your desk—no explanation, just a little routine between you two
and now... someone else got it?
a knot twisted in your chest. you forced a smile, trying to brush it off "maybe you misunderstood..."
"I saw him," she insisted "why else would it be there? I just know he likes me"
you laughed weakly, but the rest of the day passed in a fog
Caleb hadn’t said anything that morning—just ruffled your hair like always and asked if you slept well. no mention of the milk. no teasing. just... normal. so why did it bother you so much?
by the time school ended, you were irritated—mostly with yourself Caleb was waiting at the gate, leaning casually against the fence, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. his face lit up when he saw you.
"hey, pipsqueak," he greeted, reaching out to ruffle your hair "long day?"
you stepped out of reach, mumbling, "don’t call me that."
his smile faltered "whoa, what’s up with you?"
"nothing" you said curtly, quickening your pace
Caleb frowned but kept up "someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"
"just tired" you lied, avoiding his gaze
he studied you but didn’t push further. the walk home was filled with his usual banter, but you answered with half-hearted hums.
at home, grandma greeted you with a warm smile and fresh dumplings "eat up, dear. you’ve got to keep your strength"
"I’m not hungry" you muttered, heading straight to your room
Caleb called after you "hey, you love dumplings—"
the door clicked shut behind you. face down on your bed, you sighed into the pillow. it was stupid
so what if Caleb gave someone else chocolate milk? he wasn’t yours. but the image of that girl giggling, so sure he liked her—it gnawed at you
minutes passed before a knock sounded.
"hey," Caleb’s voice came through "what’s going on with you?"
"...go away"
"not happening." the door creaked open, and Caleb stepped inside
he closed it behind him, crossing his arms
"you never skip grandma’s cooking. spill"
"I said it’s nothing" you mumbled into the pillow
he sighed, sitting at the edge of the bed "you really expect me to believe that?"
silence
"look," he said, softer now "if I did something—"
"you didn’t," you cut in, voice muffled "...forget it."
"not happening, pipsqueak" he tugged at the blanket until you peeked out, meeting his concerned gaze "talk to me."
you bit your lip, cheeks heating "...someone said you gave them chocolate milk"
he blinked "yeah? so?"
"they said you winked at them" you added, unable to hide the bitterness
A beat of silence. then—
"that’s what this is about?"
"I knew it was stupid" you muttered, trying to burrow back under the covers
but Caleb wasn’t having it
he gently pulled the blanket away, grinning "are you jealous, pipsqueak?"
your face went red "I—I am not!"
"oh my god," he laughed, the kind that shook his shoulders "you are!"
"shut up!" you smacked his arm
"wait, wait—" he caught your hand, eyes gleaming "this is why you’ve been pouting?"
"it’s not pouting" you grumbled
he grinned wider "unbelievable. all this over chocolate milk?"
"she said you liked her!"
"yeah?" he snorted "maybe she should’ve read the note taped under the carton"
"...what?"
Caleb pulled out his phone, tapped a few times, and showed you a photo—the same chocolate milk carton, with a sticky note attached: for my pipsqueak. don’t skip breakfast.
your heart dropped. "...wait, that was for me?"
"obviously," he smirked "I went back to grab another one when I saw she took it, figured you’d get it later. guess not."
you wanted to melt into the floor "why didn’t you say anything?"
"I thought you’d figure it out," he teased "didn’t think you’d spiral into jealous girlfriend mode"
your face burned "I am not—"
he tugged you closer, cutting you off
"hey" his voice softened "it was always for you, dummy"
"...shut up"
"make me" he grinned
you glared—but your heart wasn’t in it "you’re the worst."
"and yet," he leaned in, forehead brushing yours "you still like me"
"do not."
"do too." His smirk turned mischievous "bet you thought about me all day"
"I—!"
"don’t lie." his thumb traced your cheek, gaze dropping to your lips "want me to make it up to you?"
your pulse spiked "Caleb—"
"say please"
"you—!"
he chuckled, pulling you into a hug
"You’re adorable when you’re jealous" he murmured against your hair
you grumbled into his chest—but didn’t pull away
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Female reader x Jax Teller SMUT, possible spoilers & explicit language If you’re under the age of 18, haven’t finished the show or dislike any of said topics, please read no further.
Request: “The reader is new to Charming and meets Gemma with Abel at the supermarket. Maybe she'll help Gemma calm Abel down and they'll start talking. Gemma likes her straight away and plans to set her up with Jax to stop him from getting back together with Tara. The two fall in love, but Tara tries to intervene. But Jax shows that he only wants Reader and Tara disappears. I trust you can make something out of it…maybe Smut & Fluff. Please and thank you!”
Back story: y/n has finally settled into life in Charming, getting used to that small town feel. One evening, whilst grabbing something to eat for dinner, she helps reunite a runaway child with his grandma. Being a natural with children she’s drawn to help, and in doing so? She’s introduced to a life she knew nothing about.
Abel's wails echoed through the grocery store, his tiny fists clenched, face red and twisting with frustration.
"I WANT IT!" he shrieked, pointing at the brightly colored box of cereal.
Gemma exhaled sharply, pushing the cart forward whilst gripping onto his hand. "I said no, Abel. We have that at home".
With a quick twist, he yanked free from her grasp and took off. His sneakers squeaking against the polished floor as he disappeared into another aisle.
"ABEL!" Gemma barked, the sharp click of her own heels following his escape. "GET BACK HERE NOW!" she huffs under her breath "You little shit...just like your father".
Abel though, keeps on running.
And running.
And running. Until, he runs directly into you. You stumble slightly at the sudden impact, looking down at the little body clinging to your hoodie.
"Whoa, you okay?" you say, steadying him by his shoulders.
He blinks, seemingly unfazed "Grandma wont let me have cereal" he says, tugging at your sleeve now.
You hold back a laugh. "Yeah? and that's why you're making a run for it?"
You take his hand, following the shouts from a few aisles down. "ABEL!" Gemma continues to scream.
You turn just in time to see a woman striding towards you, her expression torn between frustration and relief.
"I think I found your escapee" you say, lifting Abels hand slightly.
Gemma reaches you in seconds, placing her hands on his face, scanning him for any signs of distress. "Oh Abel, sweetheart" she whispers, pulling him into a hug "You scared the hell outta Grandma"
Abel stands there, not returning the hug, his hands strict to his sides. "I want cereal".
She straightens up, ignoring his request, finally giving you her full attention. Her sharp gaze flickers over you, as if she was sizing you up.
"Thanks" she says, the words sounding a little forced, like it wasn't something she said often. "I said no to the cereal" she adds with a shrug, trying to lighten the mood.
"Boys will be boys" you laugh it off, looking the woman up and down. She seems, fierce. Like someone you wouldn't fuck with.
You see a shift in her stance, as she registers what you've said. "You got boys?"
"Nah...well yeah, but they're not mine...I have nephews" you respond, stumbling over your words slightly.
You miss them, you miss home and you miss your family but moving here? It was the right choice.
"Coulda fooled me" she says, noticing the confused look in your response "You got that whole Mom vibe" she says, using her hand to point you up and down.
You nod your head, a small laugh leaving your lips "Well, I did work with kids for a while"
"Teacher?"
"No... Nanny"
Something in her stance shifted slightly, just enough to be noticeable. "Huh" she looks down towards Abel who is now busy digging through your cart like he was the paying for it. "That explains it"
You smile at her words, "Yeah... I guess so"
There was a small pause, but she didn't walk away. Instead, she titled her head. "You new to Charming?"
You nodded, surprised she could tell "Yeah, a few weeks now"
"You workin'?" She crosses her arms, giving you another once over. "Sorry, I don't mean to be... in your business, I just...my son..." she ruffles Abel's hair "...his Dad, he's got a Nanny at the moment but, she's useless, hardly free..." she steps slightly closer to you now "...Just wonderin' if you still do the whole nanny thing?"
It wasn't something you had expected, and for a moment you consider saying no. You weren't exactly on the hunt for a job, but then again it would give you something to do.
"I can give you my number?" you offer, a genuine smile on your face.
Gemma pulled out her phone without hesitation, handing it over. You typed in your name and number before handing it back.
She takes a look at the screen. "y/n" she reads, "nice name"
“Gemma, by the way” she smiles, lifting her purse higher up her shoulder. “And this little guy is…” she doesn’t finish. You answer for her.
“Abel” you say, a smirk on your face, Gemma can’t help but laugh.
“You got that? Huh” she laughs “well, I’ll speak to my son and maybe give you a call sometime soon.” She says, instructing Abel to say goodbye.
“Bye bye” Abel whispers
“See ya around Buddy” you say, waving to him “Bye Gemma” you nod in her direction, before turning around and leaving the aisle.
Jax pulls up to Gemma's house in the van, Happy in the back alongside a sleeping Abel. Jax scoops him up, shooting a look over to Happy "wait here" he instructs, before sliding the doors shut.
"Mom?" Jax calls out, shutting the door with his foot after stepping inside.
"In here!" she calls out from the kitchen, sounding stressed.
Jax walks in to find her pacing, her phone in one hand and the other on her hip. she looks pissed.
"The hells up with you?" Jax asks, shifting the weight of Abel on his hip as he begins to stir.
Gemma sighs, rubbing a hand down her face. "Fucking Nate. The home called, he's losing his god damn mind again. Thinks the staff are government spies or some shit. I gotta go deal with it"
Jax sighs, already knowing the problem before its said out loud "So you can't take Abel?"
She shoots him a look. "No shit"
Jax is now the one looking stressed, rubbing the back of his neck "Shit Mom, I got club business, important business" he lets her know, without having to get into detail.
Gemma scoffs, throwing up a hand "Yeah? well I've got crazy old man business, so what do you want me to do?"
Jax ran his tongue over his teeth, his jaw tight as ever, Gemma snapping him out of it with the click of her fingers, like something just came to mind. "Wait a minute... there's that girl" she begins.
Jax frowns, not liking the idea of leaving his kid with someone he didn't fully trust, or even know.
Gemma, already going through her phone contacts. "y/n. Met her at the store with Abel the other day"
Jax's eyebrows furrowed "And you wanna leave my son with some random chick from the grocery store?"
"She used to be a nanny" she shoots back, giving him a knowing look. "She helped with Abel, without makin' me feel like a shitty grandma"
"She seem solid?" he asks, sounding sceptical
Gemma nods. “Wouldn’t have mentioned anything if I didn't”
Jax lets out a frustrated breath, looking down at Abel who was rubbing his tired eyes. "Fine, call her"
Gemma smirked, already pressing the call button. As the phone rang, Jax set Abel down on the coach, kneeling to make sure his son was good.
"You're gonna hang out with someone new today, okay little man" he mumbles softly, pushing his sons hair back.
Abel yawned, still sleepy "Okay Daddy"
Jax phone buzzed, It was Happy, they were on a tight schedule. He looked over his shoulder at Gemma, still waiting for y/n to pick up.
"I gotta go" Jax said, standing now. "You make sure she's good before you leave".
Gemma waved him off "Yeah, yeah go play outlaw. I got this"
He hesitates a little, before kissing Abel on the head, and the same his mother. He looks back before leaving "Text me her number...and give her mine, just in case" he says roughly, and then he leaves, closing the door behind him and jumping back into the van.
You pull up to the address provided by Gemma, shifting on your feet as you wait for the door to answer. It was one thing to help a frantic grandmother in a grocery store, but it was another to be trusted to watch her grandson in her home without knowing much about her, or him at all.
Within seconds, the door swung open, and there she was, her sharp eyes scanning you up and down, as if she was sizing you up all over again.
“Come in” she says, stepping aside to let you through. The walls were lined with history, frozen in time. Black and white photos of men standing besides their motorcycles, arms draped over each other in a way that screamed brotherhood. More recent photos showing different faces, but the same leather vests, ‘SONS OF ANARCHY' stitched boldly across their backs.
Then came the family photos, snapshots of Gemma alongside a man wearing the same leather vest, two young boys at their sides. As you follow the timeline through the frames, you watch as one of the little boys disappear, then so does the father figure, soon replaced by another. The most recent family photo, only including Gemma, Jax and Abel. One thing that stood out the most to you though, throughout every photo including Abel, there was always Gemma and his dad, but never a mother. A small voice snaps you out before you could make any more observations.
“Hey! I member you” You hear him before you see him. You turn to see his head popping just over the armrest of the couch, his face lighting up in recognition. “Hey buddy” you crouch slightly “You remember me, huh?” He nods eagerly “Uh huh, you found me when I was lost” Gemma scoffs, “You was not lost, you were being a pain in the ass” although abrupt, you still note the softness behind her words. You stifle a laugh as Abel turns back to his toys, Gemma eyeing you up once again. “Alright, so...” Gemma begins, already moving around the room with purpose, collecting her things. You can tell this is gonna be a quick one. “...I've gotta head up North, my dads losing it again at the nursing home, and if I don't get up there soon, they're gonna kick him out on his ass” She grabs her bag from the kitchen counter. You blink, taking in all the information at once, how someone can be so trusting with someone they barely knew? you’d never know.
Gemma paused, she could tell by your face you were a little taken back by the responsibility you were being given. “Look, y/n I know its short notice, and we don't really know each other, but I trust my gut, and my gut says you can handle this” She smiles towards Abel “And Abel? he likes you, it takes a lot for him to warm up to somebody, and with you...its been instant” Something about how she spoke made you realise Gemma didn’t seem like the type to hand out trust lightly. You nod your head, agreeing to to help. Gemma walks you through the essentials, her tone sharp but not unkind. She points out where everything is. The kitchen, the bathroom, extra clothes for Abel if he needs them, and then come the instructions.
"He'll try to sweet talk you into giving him candy, don't fall for it" she warns, opening up one of the cabinets. "Snacks are fine, but lets limit the junk" She then places a small stack of bills on the counter. "Just in case, order food if you need to, or if you gotta run out for something...the car seats in the garage to the left" Then, as if remembering, she reaches into her bag and pulls out a scrap of paper. She scribbles something down before handing it to you.
"Thats Jax's number, his dad. He might get back before I do, but if anything comes up, call him" she says, her tone casual.
You take the paper, looking down at the name and the number written. "Okay" you say, knowing its probably best if you don't question her.
Gemma exhales softly, looking at you "And make yourself at home, alright?" her voice sounding softer now, a little less sharp.
It had been a few hours since Gemma had left you to care for Abel, and honestly, out of all the kids you’d ever looked after, he was by far one of the easiest, and the cutest. He wasn’t any trouble at all. Listened to everything you said, tidied up after himself without being asked and was able to share what he wanted with little to no fuss. You’d spent that last half hour sitting with him, helping him color in his pictures. Each drawing more creative than the last. His dad, his grandmas birds, dinosaurs, and all sorts of wild and mysterious things. The way he focused on each picture, his little brow creased in concentration, was the most adorable thing ever.
There was a sweetness in the air, a peacefulness that made time fly by.
Jax pulls into his mom’s driveway, cutting the engine with a small sigh. He knew you were probably still here watching after Abel, but he still wasn’t sure how he felt about it. His trust didn’t come easy, especially when it came to his son. But serious shit had to be dealt with today, if it was any other day he would have never let it happen.
Swinging his leg off the bike, he spots your car parked in the corner. His trainers heavy against the gravel as he made his way inside, shutting the door behind him. The house was quiet, too quiet. His shoulders tensed slightly until he heard it. Abel’s laugh. Light and full, followed by a softer chuckle, which was yours.
Jax follows the sound, stopping just outside the living room. He leans against the door frame, watching.
Abel’s sprawled out on his stomach, surrounded by crayons and half colored pages, completely in his element. Next to him, you sat crossed legged, leaning forward slightly as you watched him draw, a small smile on your lips, you looked comfortable, as if you belonged there.
Jax wasn’t sure why that threw him off, but it did.
Clearing his throat gently, he makes his presence known. Abel’s head snaps up instantly.
“Daddy!” He launches himself towards Jax, who barely has any time to react. His tiny arms wrapping around his dad’s legs before he gets scooped up.
“Hey little man” he mumbles, ruffling his son’s hair. “You been good?”
“Uh huh!” Abel nods enthusiastically “y/n let me use the big paper! I drawed so much”
Jax smirks, his gaze finally shifting to you.
You had stood up now, brushing your hands against your jeans, an easy but slightly cautious smile on your face.
“I’m guessing you’re Dad” you say, tilting your head a little.
“Yeah...” he confirms “...Jax” he says, setting Abel back down, to carry on with his drawings.
“y/n…” your name rolls off of your tongue “…he’s a good kid” you say, looking down at him. "Appreciate this, by the way" he says, arms crossed leaning up against the frame again. "When my mom said she was leaving Abel with someone she met at the store... I wasn't exactly sold on the idea"
You laugh a little, shaking your head "Yeah, to be fair neither was I"
Jax chuckled at your confession, his eyes scanning you with amusement "You do this a lot?"
"What? look after random kids I barely know?" you smirk, placing a few crayons down in front of Abel. "Not really"
He laughs, "I meant the nanny stuff"
"Not for a while, not since I moved here, anyway" you let him know, moving closer to him now.
Jax nods, like he was about to say something else, but his words stall when he catches the way your expression changes. Your eyes locked onto something on him, your brows slightly furrowed as you stare at his neck.
It wasn't a questioning look, you were more confused.
Your eyes flick over to Abel, then back to Jax. You didn't say anything out loud, but your hand lifted slightly, your fingers grazing the side of your own neck, in a small and subtle gesture.
Jax, with a look matching your own, rubs the spot you motioned to. His fingertips coming back sticky and streaked red.
"Shit" he muttered under his breath. His tone was casual, but his posture shifted, his back was now stiff, as if he was waiting for you to say something. Maybe press him on what the hell he'd done.
But you didn't. "Uh...” you murmur, breaking the silence. "...You might wanna clean that up" you suggest, nodding toward the mess. He hesitated for a second, watching you, before tipping his chin upwards. "Yeah… sorry…uh…are you good if I handle this quickly? Wont be long, then you can head out"
"Yeah, sure" you said, your voice sounding even.
Jax lingered a little longer, waiting again for you to pry.
But still, you didn't.
You turn to Abel, scooping up another crayon like nothing had happened.
Jax exhales, running a hand through his hair before heading to the bathroom.
You look over your shoulder as he leaves, catching the bold letters stitched across his back.
'SONS OF ANARCHY'
Yeah, you think you're starting to see that.
You’d taken care of Abel countless times by now, whether it was at Gemma’s, Jax’s or even your own place. And now, as part of their inner circle, the clubhouse too. You were now aware of Jax’s role as president. You didn’t know all the details, but you understood enough, the good and the bad. You’ve spent enough time with Jax and the others, for them to now trust you completely. They’d protect you like one of their own.
And as for the missing mother figure, you’d pieced it together over time. Wendy, Jax’s ex wife, had let her crank addiction take over, and that was the reason she was no longer in Abel’s life.
You and Jax? Well, it had always been platonic, at least on the surface. But there was always this undeniable tension between you two, something neither of you could fully ignore.
Gemma would sometimes drop sly hints to Jax about the two of you, and the guys weren’t any better. They’d tease him, noticing the way you both looked at each other, how you’d get flustered in his presence and vice versa. It was obvious to everyone, expect maybe to you and Jax.
The platonic shit though? The lines started to blur the moment you experienced your first club lockdown.
𝘑𝘢𝘹’𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘣𝘦𝘭’𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥.
𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 “𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵… 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘦’𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥”
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 “𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵… 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵.
“𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸” 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 “𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐’𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘈𝘣𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶..” 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴 “…𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶” 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳.
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘨.
𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵.
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘣 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴. “𝘛𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩?” 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸.“𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘈𝘣𝘦𝘭… 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘐’𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺?” 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 ����𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥.
“𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺” 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴.
The lines between you and Jax had slowly started to fade. The time you spent together had changed, deepened even. You no longer rushed out the door when Jax got home, instead you stayed. It wasn't always intentional, but somehow, you both found ways to stretch the time a little longer. You'd talk about everything. Life, relationships, a bit about the club here and there, but never too much, of course. Sometimes you'd share a joint together after Abel had fallen asleep. Other times you'd cook for all three of you, filling the space in the kitchen with jokes, the clatter of pots and pans, and Abel’s little laughs. One time, before you even realised, you were sitting closer to him, your legs brushing and his hand resting lightly on the back of your neck, pulling you into him. His kiss was slow, almost shy at first, like he was asking permission. When you didn't pull away, he made it stronger. His grip tightening around you, pulling you into him until there was no space left. One moment you were sitting side by side, and the next, you were straddling him, his hands firmly placed on the small of your back. His hips moved ever so slightly, a movement that had your breath catching in your throat. "Daddy!" Abels nightmare had broken the tension, pulling you both out of the haze you'd been caught in.
Since that night, nothing else had happened. Sure, there were moments, the flirtatious looks and the touches that lasted just a little bit too long. You both danced around it though, the tension always there, neither of you making the first move. Both in a stand still, waiting for the other to break.
Jax was laid back, his body heaving with pleasure. His fingers twitching at his side, almost begging his hands to grab you and guide you just how he needed you. He couldn’t see much, just the dim glow of light casting shadows from behind, but fuck he could feel you.
The warmth of your hands as they grip his thighs. The slow, slow, torturous movements that had his toes scrunched.
“Fuck y/n” he exhales, his head tipping back but his eyes locked on you. And you were looking right back at him, almost teasing, amused by how fucking wrecked he was.
His breath, now shaking. Your movements were so fucking slow, drawing out every second, focusing on his tip, making sure he felt every fucking thing.
And he did.
His stomach tensed, his thighs clenched, and that familiar pressure built deep and tight inside of him, felt like it was about to come to the surface.
He tries to keep his composure, but when you do that thing with your tongue it causes a deep groan to rip from his chest as he grabs the back of your head. His hard jaw clenched, his stomach locked up, and then…
His eyes snap open.
He drags a hand over his sleepy face. “Jesus fucking Christ” he grunts adjusting himself to an upright position. The room too quiet, the bed too empty.
Reality floods back with a jolt. He groans in frustration, as his boxers cling uncomfortably to him, warm and sticky like a fucking virgin.
Today was a big day, he had to ask y/n a favor, a huge fucking favor. How she’d respond? He had no damn idea.
So now wasn’t the time to be thinking about her like that, especially not after that fucking dream.
The phone call was short and to the point.
“Can you get here now?” His voice was firm, urgent but not panicked. Still, it was enough to make your heart race.
“Yeah, of course” you barely took a second to think before grabbing your keys and heading over. You assumed it was about Abel, maybe he was sick or Jax had to leave on short notice.
But when you arrived, Abel wasn’t there. Instead, Jax and Gemma were waiting for you in the kitchen.
Your steps come to a stop in the doorway, something felt off.
“Where’s Abel?” You ask, nervously looking at them both.
“He’s with Unser, sweetheart” Gemma’s says simply.
You swallow your nerves, slowly making your way deeper into the kitchen. “Have I done something wrong?” You question, confused as to what the fuck is going on.
“Shit, no” Jax laughs, shaking his head “Ain’t nothin’ like that, sit down darlin” he says, making his way over to the kitchen table.
Gemma exhales, tapping against the sink, watching as you get comfortable in your chair. “We need to ask you something. And before you say no, just…just hear us out okay” she joins you both now.
“Okay…” you say flatly, trying to gage from their faces what the hell is going on.
Jax ran a hand down his face, glancing at his mom before looking back to you. “There’s a strong chance me and some of the guys…will be doin’ some time”
Your breath stopped for a second, but before you could even react, he kept going.
“And if that happens, when it happens, I need someone here. Someone who Abel trusts, someone who won’t let shit fall apart” his Jaw flexes, “I want you to move in, whilst I’m in Stockton”
You blinked. “Move in?”
Gemma nodded, seeing your shock and also seeing how Jax didn’t know what else to say to you. “Take care of Abel, keep this place runnin’ till Jax is back”
Your mouth opens, and then closes. “That’s…” you shook your head a little “That’s a big fucking ask”
Jax sighs, running a hand though his hair “I know”
He knew it was insane, the moment Gemma suggested it, he knew it would be too much to ask of you. He had no right to ask you to put your life on hold for his, and for Abel.
But part of him knew just how better he would feel knowing it was you here with his son.
You sat back, exhaling “Jax… I have my own place, what am I suppose to d-“
“I’ll cover it” he said quickly “Rent, bills, whatever you need I just…” his jaw hardens again “I just need to know Abel’s safe”
You swallow hard, the sound causing Jax’s stomach to flip.
Gemma leans forward. “I’d do it, but I’ve got TM, gotta keep shit in line there. Unser’s listenin’ out for us. APB don’t go wide until the 23rd so we have some time to sort shit out if not…but you’re the only one who makes sense” her voice softens, “and you know Abel loves you, sweetheart”
You did, and you loved him too.
Jax was watching you carefully, but his gaze kept wavering. Your face, your mouth, the way your hands twisted in your lap. The dream was still fucking with his head, and now you were right in front of him, it was worse.
He pulled against his beard, waiting for you to speak, his leg bouncing slightly under the table. He wasn’t used to asking for help, wasn’t used to feeling like this.
“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate y/n” he rubs the back of his neck, voice quieter now.
Gemma sighs, standing up and smoothing out her jacket. "I'll let you two talk"
You watch on as she grabs her purse, giving Jax a look before heading for the door.
Gemma turns to you before she leaves "We know it's a lot..." she admits "...but you're family sweetheart" she exits before you can even respond, the second it clicks shut, silence settles between you.
"How long?" you ask, your voice steady but there’s no need to elaborate, he knows exactly what you're asking.
He lights a cigarette "Could be five years"
Your stomach drops and your chest tightens. "Five years?" You cant help the way your voice cracks, the gravity of his words sinking in.
He nods, seeing how shocked you are "Two, with good behaviour"
"Fucking hell Jax" you shake your head, your head now in your hands.
"I know…I know, y/n" he says quietly, as much as he wants you to say yes, if you don't he fully understands why. "You've already done so much for Abel... for me"
You look back up at him, feeling the weight of his words. Its not just a job, its not just responsibility, its trust.
"I mean it y/n" he continues, his hand now holding yours, his touch firm but warm, grounding you in the same way it always does. "I really fuckin' appreciate you".
You try to wrap your head around it all, but the doubt lingers. "What the hell did you do, Jax?" The question slips out before you can stop it, though you already know the answer.
He shakes his head, his voice firm "You know I can't tell you that"
His refusal hits you harder than you had expected, the anger in your chest now growing. "So, you want me to move in here, put my life on hold for at least two years, maybe five, and you cant give me anything?"
He stays silent, just staring at you. His eyes heavy but offering you no answers. This only makes it worse. You shove the chair back, getting up and then beginning to pace the kitchen. You come to a stop, leaning against the counter, your head facing the floor.
As you stand there, Jax can't help but notice the way your top rides up, exposing your lower back. His mind flashing to the dream he's been trying to push away. You turn around suddenly, as if you could read his mind. The weight of everything crashing down on you. The love for Abel is natural, easy. But Jax? Its more complicated than you've let yourself admit. You run a hand over your face, trying to steady yourself.
"I'll do it" you say, the words feeling heavier than you intended them too.
Jax doesn't say anything at first, but then he's stepping towards you, pulling you into a tight embrace. His arms wrap around you, secure and once again grounding.
His forehead presses against yours, his breath glazing your skin.
"Thank you y/n" he whispers, the words just for you but they hit so much deeper.
The house is quiet, the only sounds coming from the faint hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of the floorboards as you move around.
Most of your essentials are here now, scattered in half unpacked boxes, making the place feel something in between temporary and permanent.
Before Jax and the guys left for club business, he hovered, like he was reluctant to leave, the same way he gets when he doesn’t want to say something outright. He’d stood in the doorway for a second longer than needed, looking at you, and then his house, like he was trying to memorise how it looked with your belongings and you, inside.
“You good?” His voice was low.
“Yeah…” you look around, behind you “…I’m good”
His lips pressed together for a moment, then he nodded “Call if you need me”.
You huffed mockingly “Jax, I’ll be fine”
That smirk, the one that always got to you, tugged at his lips. “Yeah, but still”
He still didn’t hurry to leave, the others waiting for him by the side of the road. Instead, he took a step forward, without thinking twice about it, he leaned in and pressed a slow, warm kiss to your cheek. Not rushed, not just a goodbye. His way of showing you just how much he appreciates everything you’re giving up for him, and for Abel.
“I’ll see you later Darlin’” and then, he leaves.
The knock at the door comes about half an hour later.
You expect it to be Gemma with Abel, or maybe Jax doubling back because he forgot something. But when you pull the door open, it’s neither of them.
She’s tall, striking, and has her hair pulled back just enough to show off her sharp cheekbones.
Her lips part slightly, clearly not expecting you to answer the door, her voice carefully controlled. “Is Jax here?” You don’t move, “No he’s not” you offer nothing else.
Her eyes flick over you, and you can see the moment she registers that you’re not just some random guest. You’re here, in his house, wearing one of his tees, looking comfortable, like you belong.
She hesitates, her gaze looking past you as if she’s still waiting for him to appear from behind. When he doesn’t, her lips press into a thin line.
“Sorry… who are you?” She questions, trying to make sense of it all.
You lift your chin slightly “I could ask you the same thing”.
“I’m Tara” the way she says it, like it should mean something to you, but you don’t budge "Jax's e-“
Tara.
Jax had told you about her, not in great detail, but in passing. Late night conversations when it was just the two of you, when the club was quiet and he was a little looser with his words. He never spoke about her in bitterness. Just…restraint. Like he wasn’t sure what to do with the memories. You never pushed for details, you didn’t need them.
Whatever had happened between them though, you could tell she’d once meant a lot to him.
And now, here she is standing at his door…your door.
“Well he’s not here” you don’t let her finish her words.
She exhales deeply, clearly frustrated. “I just need to talk to him”
You squint your eyes, wondering if she’s struggling to understand you. “Like I said, he’s not here” you tell her, your voice dropping to a more serious tone.
No, technically Jax wasn’t yours, but you sure as hell ain’t having her thinking he’s available.
You stare straight through her, standing your ground, still unmoved.
She scoffs, before turning around without another word.
She’s trying to worm her way back at the wrong fucking time.
You’re already inside before Tara gets in her car, she moves quickly though, yanking open her car door and sliding in. Gemma pulls up just as the familiar car disappears down the street. The second she steps out, Abel on her hip, her sunglasses slide down the bridge of her nose, following Tara’s car with a look of pure disgust.
“Well ain’t that just fuckin’ perfect” she mutters, shifting Abel higher as she walks towards the front door.
Gemma lets herself in without hesitation, the second she puts Abel down, he’s off, running straight to you with that big dimpled grin of his.
“Hey honey” you speak, scooping him up effortlessly. His little arms wrap tight around your neck, and as you hold him close, you feel it. The weight of this decision, moving in here, making this place home. It was the right choice. Any doubts you had, long gone.
Gemma drops her keys onto the table, her eyes sharp as she turns to you “that who I think it was?"
You nod, grinding your jaw slightly. “Said she needed to talk to Jax”
Gemma scoffs, shaking her head. You can tell it’s more than just anger, it’s pain, deep seated and old. “She say what about?”
“Didn’t give her the chance” you say simply. “Just told her Jax weren’t in”
Gemma smirks at that, like she’s a little proud “good girl” the softness is fleeting though, her expression hardens again as she sighs deeply.
She bends down leaving a kiss to Abel’s head before leaning in to give you one too. A small gesture that means more than she’ll ever say out loud.
“You need anything? Gotta run to TM for a bit...I’ll let Jax know she’s back”
You shake your head with a small smile “we’re all good”
Gemma nods, satisfied, then ruffles Abel’s hair.
“Bye grandma!” He calls out, already too focused on emptying his toy box to look up.
Gemma laughs, shaking her head as she heads for the door, but before she steps out, she turns to look back at you.
“Don’t let that bitch rattle you”
It has been just over a week since you officially moved in and everything has fallen into place effortlessly. Jax offered to take the couch while he was still here, but of course, that didn't last. Every night, you ended up in his bed, cuddling under the sheets, both of you aching for more but neither of you willing to break first.
The kitchen feels like it’s holding its breath. Tara’s presence fills the space, but it doesn’t quite fit anymore. She came looking for him again ‘needed to talk’. Jax instructed you to stay down here, didn’t want you to think he had any intentions of swaying backwards.
You sit perched on the edge of the kitchen counter, legs crossed, Jax’s oversized tee just covering above your thighs, stirring your coffee with slow and deliberate movements.
Watching.
Tara leans in too close to Jax, her voice softer than necessary and her hand resting lightly on the table near his.
Too close.
Jax doesn’t entertain it though, he doesn’t give her shit. Just sits back in his chair, his expression unreadable.
“I heard about your upcoming trip” Tara says, clearly fishing for information.
“And who told you about that?” His expression dark, leaning back further into his chair.
“The town talks Jax, you of all people should know that” she says comfortably like she has a right to talk to him like that.
“Mhm” is all he hums in response.
“Just thought I should come and see you before…” she trails off, sighing.
Jax exhales sharply, his nose flaring “What are you really doing here Tara?” He questions, not amused in the slightest.
“I’m just saying Jax, I still care…” the scrape of his chair moving backwards drowns out her voice. He knows where she’s going with this and to be honest he doesn’t give a fuck.
Just as jax goes to speak, the front door swings open.
Gemma.
She steps inside, Abel clinging onto her hand. She takes one look at the three of you, eyes moving between Tara and Jax, then to you sitting calmly on the counter.
“Hi daddy!” Abel says, strolling over to him, hugging his leg.
“Hey little man, have fun at grandmas?” Jax says leaving a kiss to his sons head.
“Well” Gemma says, setting her purse down with a thud “Ain’t this a sight?” She laughs.
Tara straightens slightly, clearing her throat “I was just checking in on Jax”
Gemma raises her eyebrow “Right”
“y/n can we play now, I missed you” Abel says, moving quickly into your direction.
“Of course we can baby” you say, pushing yourself off the counter.
You look to Jax who’s standing to your left “I’ll leave you guys to it” you smirk softly.
Tara watching you both closely.
“Yeah” he whispers, brushing his hand against your thigh, leaving it there just a little too long. A simple touch, brief but purposeful.
And then, he kisses you, quickly, but it happens.
Gemma sees it.
Tara sees it.
His way of showing Tara, she has no fucking chance.
The clubhouse is quiet except for the murmur of low voices as the club members gather around the table, the weight of what’s coming hanging over the room. Jax needs to make some things clear before the shit hits the fan.
“We all know the deal” Jax starts, his voice firm, looking around the table, taking in each member’s face. “Some of us will be headin’ to Stockton soon, and it’s gonna get real fucking tight for a while. We need to be clear about what happens next and who’s doing what. No room for mistakes”. He lights his cigarette.
Chibs shifts in his seat, the tension evident in his posture “Aye, we’re ready for what’s comin’”
Jax nods. “Thank you brother”.
They continue to go over plans, outlining how things will run with half the club missing. The pressure of the situation hanging over them, and tying up loose ends.
The conversation shifts to their connections inside and what they can do to ensure their comfort whilst locked up. Jax stresses the importance of staying out of trouble, his voice stern as he makes it clear that he needs to get out the earliest he can.
Jax leans forward, his hands clasped together on the table as he looks around, making sure everyone can see how serious he is. “Gemma’s still runnin’ TM. Any problems, any bullshit you take it to her. She says jump, you ask how high” he doesn’t wait for confirmation, he knows they understand.
He exhales sharply, rubbing the back of his neck before he continues “y/n’s moved in at my place now. Taking care of Abel, looking after the house whilst I’m inside. Anything she needs, money, help, whatever the fuck it is. You make sure she gets it”
Theres a tick of silence before Tig smirks, leaning back in his chair. “Yeah, about that… what’s goin’ on with you two? Huh? Cause she sure as shit ain’t just the nanny”
Jax rolls his jaw, trying to hide his laughter. “She’s takin’ care of my kid and my house. That’s what’s goin on”
Opie chuckles “Come on man. We’ve all seen the way you look at her, and how she looks right back”
Jax laughs, brushing off the questions completely, he didn’t know how to answer, because he doesn’t fucking know himself.
“Look I’m serious, I want someone checkin’ in on her every morning and every night. Gemma too. I don’t want either of em feelin’ like they gotta handle shit on their own. They ask for something? They get it, that clear?”.
A chorus of nods and muttered agreements follow, but the smirks don’t fade. The guys hear what Jax is saying, but they sure as shit don’t believe that’s all there is to it.
You unlock the door ahead of Jax, Abel asleep in his arms. Its the 22nd. His last night before the APB goes wide, before the cops come knocking, before the next few years of his life are ripped away.
The clubhouse had been a storm of booze, laughter and sorrow. Brothers saying their goodbyes, pretending this wasn't the last time they'd all be together for a long fucking time. Jax was thrown off completely when Tara walked in the door. Her voice dripping with fake sweetness, still trying to remind him of what they used to be. Her hand caressed his arm, her eyes searching for any trace of the love they once shared. But Jax had barely made eye contact with her. "Aint got time for this, Tara" He told her, before she left.
He had bigger things on his mind, things that actually fucking mattered. Like his son. Like you. Like what little time he had left before everything changed.
He pulled his Mother to one side before leaving. She cupped his face, her hands pressing into his stubble as she studied him "You come back to us whole Jackson, don’t you dare let that place break you".
Jax nodded, swallowing hard, his throat bobbing as he did so "I got this ma" he said, before pulling her into a hug.
Gemma looked over to you, a sympathetic smile on her face. "I'll be round in the morning sweetheart" Although it’s never been said out loud, Gemma could read Jax. She could read you too. She knew there was something more going on between you both. She was just waiting for someone to admit it.
It was a good night, emotional but for good reason. Jax had cut out early though, taking you and Abel home. He didn't want his last night of freedom to be a blackout blur, he wanted to remember it.
He carries Abel to his room, tucking him in one last time, for a long time. You stand in the doorway, watching the bittersweet moment unfold. Abel doesn't understand what's happening, doesn't know where Jax is going, only that Daddy wont be home for a long time.
You catch the glisten of a tear fall from his eyes as he presses a kiss to Abel's forehead "Daddy loves you" he whispers, before quietly climbing in behind him, holding him close to his chest, letting him fall back to sleep in blissful ignorance.
You wait for him in the bedroom, as he walks in, you rub his shoulders, feeling the weight of everything beneath your fingertips.
He shrugs off his kutte, melting onto the edge of the bed with his head in his hands, like the weight of everything has just fucking hit him.
You kneel between his parted legs, gently pulling his hands away from his face and holding them in your own, pressing them to your lips, your breath warming his hands.
“He’s gonna be fine Jax” you kiss his hand softly. “I promise” you look up at him waiting for a response.
He exhales, his eyes heavy. He knows. He’s always know. Abel loves you and you love him back just as much, he knows his son is in the safest hands.
“It’s not that, y/n. I know he’s safe with you, I just…” He exhales sharply, staring down at his hands in yours. His voice drops to a whisper. “Eight years old”.
You look up to him, your brows pushed together “what?”
He swallows, his throat stuttering. “If we do the full five years… he’ll be eight when I get out. He won’t even remember-”
“Stop” your voice is firm as you cut him off. “You’re not doing five years cause your ass is gonna be as good as gold in there…right?” You arch a brow at him, a small smile on your lips.
A quiet laugh leaves his chest. “Yeah” he nods, the tension in his face easing just slightly.
You push off his legs as you stand, slipping off your shoes before walking over to the mirror. As you unclip your earrings and wipe away your makeup, Jax doesn’t move, just leans back against his elbows, hands over his chest, watching you. Watches the way you move in his space like you’ve always belonged here.
His mind drifts back to the first time he met you, at his mom’s house. The day you watched Abel for the first time. He remembers how reluctant he was, how he didn’t want to leave his son with some ‘random chick’.
Now, he couldn’t Imagine anyone else.
“Jax, Abel’s asleep. Go back to the clubhouse if you want” you say, your voice softer than you intended.
You turn back, wiping your face with a cotton pad, trying to keep yourself together.
He doesn’t move. Just continues watching you. “Nah” he murmurs.“I wanna be here”.
There’s something final in the way he says it. You walk back over, sitting next to him, he sits up, joining you.
He’s looking at you, really looking at you, like he’s memorising every detail. Because this is it. The last time he’ll be this close to you for a long fucking time. The two of you have spent so long pretending, dodging around something that’s always been there.
“y/n…” he shakes his head slightly “I know I’ve already said it, but… thank you” his voice is raw “for doing this for me, for Abel” his eyes still locked on yours, glassy though, fighting back emotions he never lets anyone see. He tilts his head back, bringing hard trying to force the tears away.
Before you can even stop it, a tear slides down your own cheek, you wipe it away slowly. “I’m really gonna miss you Jax” you admit, your leg bouncing with nerves.
“Thank you for trusting me with him…” you let out a breath of laughter. “I love that little boy so fucking much”
Jax gives a small knowing smile. “I know” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. “And he loves you too”
Then, like he can’t hold it in any longer, like the thought of carrying this with him for the next few years is too much. He finally says it.
“So do I”
It’s quiet, almost hesitant, but his hand reaches for yours, his grip warm as always.
More tears well in your eyes, blurring the sight of him in front of you. He uses his thumb to move them out the way. You’ve waited for this, for so fucking long and of course it happens now, hours before he’s ripped away from you.
“I love you too” the second the words leave your lips, something heavy lifts inside you.
Like you can finally breathe.
He exhales, shaking his head, the slightest laugh leaving his lips as his thumb brushes over your knuckles, “I shoulda told you sooner” he confesses, his voice full of emotion. A tear slipping free before he wipes it away quickly.
“But fuck, I love you y/n” he’s staring at you deeply again. The airs thick with the confessions that have been left unsaid for too long. His blue eyes fixated on you, his chest rising and falling like he’s trying to steady himself.
He lets out a shaky breath, resting his forehead against yours. His hands slide down your back. “I don’t know how to say goodbye to you”
You swallow, “it’s not goodbye” you say, tapping his chin.
That’s all it takes.
He kisses you slowly, like he’s trying to memorise the shape of your lips, the way that you taste and the way you sigh into his mouth.
His hands begin roaming your body with slow touches, mapping you out, branding you in his memory.
He lays you back, hovering over you, his fingers tracing over your skin like he’s afraid he’ll never touch you again.
Maybe he is afraid, maybe that fear is sitting in his chest the same way it’s sitting in yours.
When he finally pushes into you, it’s slow, deep and smooth. Your wetness guiding him in like he belonged. His breath coming out in sharp, uneven exhales as he stretches you open, inch by inch.
A desperate moan escapes your lips, as your body adjusts to his size. Your nails digging into the reaper inked on his back. “Oh…fuck Jax”
His jaw stiffens at the way you say his name, like it’s the only thing holding you together. He rolls his hips, pushing deeper, pulling gasps from you. “Fuuck” he groans, his voice rough, almost pained but more in pleasure “you feel…so fucking good y/n” His arms tighten around you, like if he holds on tight enough, this moment won’t have to end.
Jax moves inside you with slow, forceful strokes. His hands gripping your thighs, fingers melting into your flesh. He’s pulling you closer and deeper. His eyes never leaving yours.
Each thrust sends waves of pleasure rolling through you. But it’s more than that, it’s the way his body fits against yours, the way he groans harshly every time you tighten around him. You don’t just feel him inside you, you feel him everywhere. The way his hands glide over your body, the way he breathes your name, the way he’s making love to you like he’d never get the chance to do it again.
And like the way he whispers ‘I love you’ over and over, each time more desperate than the last.
Everything is devastatingly perfect.
“Look at me” he groans, his voice deep and commanding. You throw your head back in pleasure, breaking the eye contact.
“Don’t look away” his lips brush against yours as he pushes in harder. His stare holds you captive, and the way he’s filling you, bringing you closer and closer, drawing moans out from within.
“Yeah? that feel good darlin’” his hips crashing into you. Your back arches when he adjusts his position slightly, pushing in from a different angle.
“Gonna…fuckin’ miss you… miss this” he mutters, picking up his pace now, his rhythm causing you to gasp for air, your walls tightening further around him. His eyes wincing in pure pleasure.
You can feel it building, that tight, desperate ache, and so can Jax. His fingers slide between you both, rubbing slow against your clit. You’re so fucking close now.
“Don’t…don’t stop Jax…fuc-” he covers your mouth, kissing at your neck.
“That’s it baby” his eyes boring into you, praising you as you fall apart beneath him.
“…Jax…I’m gonna” you were close, so fucking close.
“Not yet, darlin’” he grunts, pushing your legs up higher, hitting that spot that has your vision going white. “I wanna feel you cum with me. Wanna take that with me when I go”
It’s too much, the way he’s moving, the way his chain swings in rhythm to his thrusts, the way he’s looking at you, like you’re his, like you’ve always been his.
“Jax.. I….cant… I’m-” you’re struggling to maintain composure. and then it hits, your body spasming in complete fucking orgasm.
You cry out, gripping at the sheets, gripping at Jax, gripping at whatever the fuck you can. He’s just seconds behind you.
“Fuck, fuck, that’s it…” he groans, following you into fucking bliss. His hips trembling as he spills inside you. He collapses onto his forearms, his breath ragged, he’s a fucking mess, and so are you.
You both stay exactly where you are sweat and sex clinging to the air, your bodies moulded as one.
Tomorrow though, this bed will only contain one of you.
And the other will be behind bars.
The morning Jax left was fucking brutal. Abel didn't understand, and the confusion in his little eyes just about broke everyone's heart. Jax didn't say much, a kiss on Abel's head, a tight hug for his mom and then he pulled you in close.
The kiss he gave you was heavy, like he was trying to say everything he physically couldn't say out loud. "Take care of him" he whispered before adding "I love you".
You choked out the words, barely able to keep it together. "I love you too"
You stood there, holding Abel tightly, his little arms wrapped around your neck like he knew something was wrong.
You watched in silence as Jax swung his leg over his bike, the rumble of the engine cutting through the early morning fog. He didn’t look back, not at you, not at his mother or not at Abel. Just rode off towards the clubhouse, waiting for the inevitable. Gemma, stood next to you with her arms crossed, still silent, but watching.
She had always been watching.
She had saw the way you and Jax looked at each other, the way your hands brushed when no one was supposed to notice. Maybe she never understood exactly what it was between you two, but after hearing Jax tell you he loves you, and you saying it back, there's no question anymore. Whatever this was, it runs deep, and that meant she had something to protect.
Three months.
That’s how long it had been since you last saw him.
Three fucking months since he had you gripping at his back, struggling to breathe.
No phone calls, no letters, nothing. Just an empty bed. A quiet house, and Abel asking where his dad was every damn day.
Jax hasn't been allowed any contact for the first three months of his incarceration and rules were rules. Gemma, had her first visit last week, and finally it was your turn.
The second Jax walked in, he knew he was fucked.
Three months.
Three fucking months with nothing but cold walls, bad food and the memory of him making you moan playing in his head on repeat. He missed Abel, he missed you, he missed home.
And now you were right in front of him, sitting at that metal table looking so fucking good.
His golden locks, shaved down to a messy buzz. His jaw was sharper, covered in rough stubble. His blue eyes, darker. Heavy like he’d seen some shit you knew he wasn’t gonna talk about.
The second he reached you, his arms were around you. Holding you so fucking tight you could barely breathe, but it was perfect. His face buried in your neck, his fingers clenching your waist as if he was trying to convince himself that you were real.
“Missed you so fucking much” he whispered against your skin, his voice rougher than usual.
“Missed you too” you smile against his warmth.
A sharp voice cut through the moment.
“That's enough, Teller”
Jax exhales hard, his jaw tightening as he pulls back to sit down, following the orders from one of the guards. His eyes locked on yours, as you take your seat across from him, smirking and your eyes eating him up.
“You like it Darlin’” he asks, almost smug, running his hand over his head
Your lips curl into a smile. “I think I like it a little too much” you say, shifting in your seat.
He breaths deeply out of his nose as he adjusts in his seat, the heat spreading through his body “yeah?”
“Yeah” you repeat. Biting your lower lip, your eyes locked on him. Silent, but saying everything.
He knows exactly what you’re thinking, exactly what would happen if there weren’t so many eyes on you both. He lets out a low, rough laugh. Dragging his tongue over his teeth, his jaw tight. He shakes his head, rolling his shoulders as the frustration sets in.
Three months without you, without a real fucking touch. And now you’re right in front of him, looking at him like that, and he can’t do a damn thing about it.
It’s fucking torture.
You could tell Jax was trying to steady himself, the frustration simmering just beneath his surface. You decided it was time to shift the focus.
Give him something to hold onto.
“Abel’s doing well” you say softly, watching his face for a sign of relief. “Started preschool on Tuesday. He’s a little shy but he’s getting there” you laugh “the teachers love him, said he’s picking things up really fast”
Jax’s lips twitch nto a smile “that’s my boy” he mutters, but you could see the small flash of regret etched across his face.
“He talks about you a lot” you continue, leaning forward a little.
“Asks when you’re coming home all the time…we’ve told him you’re at the cabin...looking after all the animals” you laugh as the memory of Abel’s innocent excitement runs through your mind when you explained that to him.
His jaw goes stiff, his lips pressing into a hard line as he nods, taking in everything you’re saying. “Hate not being there” he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face.
Jax leans forward, joining you now. His hand instinctively reaching for yours, the desperate need to touch you evident in his eyes. But before he can even reach you, the same voice cuts through the air.
“Hands on the table teller! No contact!” The guard barks, his tone stern.
Jax gives him a death stare, before turning back to you, his palms laying flat against the cool table.
“You sure about this babe?” He leans forward, his eyes darkening.
“Sure about what?”
He sucks in a breath, now holding onto the sides of the cold scratched table. “about us y/n. You sure this is what you want?”
You stare at him, the gravity of the question hitting you hard. “I’m not going anywhere Jax…I fucking love you”
You want him. You want all of him. If that meant waiting, then it’s exactly what you’re gonna do.
His expression softens.
“I love you too babe” he whispers the words, low and certain. Like they were never in doubt. His fingers twitch restlessly, wanting to reach for yours, but he stops himself. You can see it in his eyes, the same look he gave you that night before he had to leave, he wants you.
“You know… when Gemma came to see me last week, she wouldn’t shut up about you. Said you’ve been handling things, taking care of Abel like he was your own… she’s proud of you y/n…I…fuck, I’m proud of you too”
You hesitate for a moment before your curiosity gets the better of you “Did Gemma tell you what Abel’s been asking?” You ask, your voice quieter now, like you’re unsure how to even bring it up.
Jax looks at you, a slight furrow in his brow, waiting for you to elaborate. You take a breath, not sure how Jax will react. “He keeps asking if he can call me mommy” you pause, then continue, almost sounding apologetic. “I said we’d talk about it, I didn’t know what to say to him Jax, I don’t wanna mess him up” you look up, waiting to see his reaction.
Jax leans back in his seat, his expression softening a little as he watches you. His hands rests on the table; his fingertips brushing against the cold metal. His eyes flicker over your face, like he’s trying to read you.
“I told you, y/n” he starts, his voice raspy “Abel cares about you. I’ve always seen it in him. He loves and trust you, big time”
You nod slowly, your fingers fiddling nervously. “I know” you say quietly “but I don’t want people thinking I’m overstepping or… trying to replace his…his real m-" Jax cuts you off before you can even finish the word.
His eyes narrow, but there’s still a hint of a smile. He’s leaning into you again, his elbows on the table. “Y/n you’re not ‘replacing’ anyone. If he wants to call you that, that’s on him, not you…” he runs a hand through his unkept beard before he continues “…and if he wants to say it, you don’t need to overthink it. You just… you just answer him”
You nod hesitantly at first, but then Jax’s words sink in. He shuffles forward again, his hands now gently resting on yours. When has he ever followed the rules?
“Hands, Teller! Don’t let me have to tell you again!”
Jax’s attention moves over to the guard. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t back down. His hands stay right on top of yours for just a second longer, then with a dramatic motion, he places them back on the table.
“Yeah, I heard you” Jax mumbles, his tone sarcastic. He looks away from the guard, attention back on you now.
“good as gold… remember?” You raise your eyebrow.
“I know babe, I know” Jax chuckles.
You lean in slightly, lowering your voice so only he can hear “You need to keep your cool, Jax” you pause looking around discreetly making sure no one else is listening in “the sooner you’re out, the sooner we can pick up where we left off” a filthy smile tugging at your lips, your eyes enforcing a challenge and you can see how it’s affecting him.
His eyes glaze over as he watches you, a low growl leaving him. “Fuck, y/n don’t start”
“What?” You tease, “what’s wrong?” Your eyes glinting.
He breathes sharp, his hands, now fists tap against the metal “y/n” he almost warns.
But then he breaks, “Can’t wait to get my fucking hands on you”.
You lean in a fraction closer, letting your words sink in deep "I need you so fucking bad, Jax" your tone laced with desire. Your leg slides subtly under the table, moving against his.
The forbidden touch heightened to the fucking max.
"Don't fucking tease me, y/n" he growls, looking over his shoulder, before snapping his attention back to you "You don't know how fuckin' bad I want you, I've been thinkin' bout that night for the past three months. The way you moaned my name, your pussy holdin' on to me so fuckin' tight" He tilts his head to the left, analysing your reaction.
You bite your lip, the words sinking into you, right fucking into you. His roughness, the way he talks about you, its making you fucking wet.
"You thinking about what you could be doing to me right now?" your wide eyes tracking his every movement. "Me bent over this table, your dick buried deep inside me?" You let your leg move again, knowing it’s driving him fucking wild.
His breath hitches as he struggles to maintain control, his cock pushing up into the fabric of his orange uniform.
He grunts hanging his head in complete desperation. "Fucking tease" he shakes his head, trying to think of anything but that. And just as the air between the two of you is about to combust, Jax's favourite guard pipes up.
"Visitations over!"
Jax looks up, noticing the other inmates and family members saying goodbye. He shoots you a look, shaking his head "This is fucking ridiculous" he mutters, he stays where he is, doesn't move. His body still stiff with unreleased desire. You hold back a laugh, standing up from the table yourself.
"You're gonna need to step away from the table, Teller" one of the guards orders, walking towards you.
Still, he doesn't move, his face flush as he takes a deep breath, his eyes burning into yours, full of frustration and unsatisfied need.
Reluctantly, Jax leans back. He's trying to hide it, but its too obvious.
The guard, close enough now looks down at him, then back at Jax's face, not even trying to hide his amusement. "Maybe hover for a sec, Teller, unless you want everyone to see how much you enjoyed yourself" he then turns to you, "Say your goodbyes, make it quick" You press in close, feeling every inch of him, it takes everything in him not to groan out loud.
His arms lock around you in a grip that says he’s not ready to let go, not now, not ever. His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, raw and low. "I love you, y/n"
Your fingers dig into his back as you tell him the same.
Meaning every fucking word.
But then his lips brush your jaw “You do that shit again...” his voice drops even lower, pure fucking menace “...I don’t give a fuck where we are, I’ll make you feel me”
Before you can react, he crashes his mouth to yours, the kiss possessive and affectionate. "Enough!" The guards voice booms, He eyes you both up and down "You've had your fucking time to cool down, now get moving!"
And just as quickly, he pulls away, smirking as he strolls back to the doors, another night with you on his mind.
Life's been a constant blur of routine since Jax's been locked up. You've settled into the rhythm of taking care of Abel, making sure he's doing okay at preschool, watching him grow more independent by the day. There's been a lot of quiet nights, just the two of you. Abel watching cartoons while you sneak just the one glass of wine to take the edge off.
Gemma, she's been your rock, though at times it felt more like you were hers. The two of you had become inseparable, laughing over drinks and talking about everything and nothing. You'd never expected to get so close to her, but it felt good to have someone who truly understood the weight of what you were going through.
She sets her drink down, her voice low but direct, how it always is "So, what exactly is going on between you and Jax?"
You freeze for a second, caught off guard. Gemma's been quiet on the subject, never pushing but tonight, she just wants to know.
"I love him Gem..." you admit "…I'm here and I'm waiting for him".
Gemma's quiet for a moment, watching you carefully, but you see the understanding in her eyes "and he loves you too" she smiles.
Tara's still in town, still working at the hospital like nothings changed. You never say a word to each other, just quick glances, the tension thick as fucking smoke. Maybe she knows, maybe she doesn't either way, it doesn't fucking matter.
She's out of Jax's life now, and you aren't going anywhere.
Jax sat hunched on his bunk, the faint hum of the other inmates floating through the cells, the pen heavy in his hands as he tried to find the right words. It’s been just under a year since he’s been locked up.
Just beneath his ‘Abel’ tattoo,fresh, healing scars. Permanent reminders of the shit he’s been going through whilst in here. He finished up writing his letter, marking little pictures in the corners of the paper, this was new to him, he’d never written a letter to you before.
It wasn’t much, it didn’t need to be. He knew you’d understand. Jax pushed the pen down, finishing the letter with his name, before folding it and shoving it in an envelope.
It wasn’t sentimental, but it was real. It was all he had to give from this fucking cage.
He grabbed another sheet, this one dedicated to Abel.
Opie knocked twice before stepping inside, hands shoved in his pockets. Participating in the daily routine, one of the remaining Sons coming to check on you, like fucking clockwork. You were curled up on the coach, one of Jax's hoodies drowning you.
"Nice to see you too, Ope"
He ignored the sarcasm, taking a seat in the armchair across from you. "Gemma said you've been quite these past few days"
You shrugged "So?"
"Not like you" He gave you a concerned look.
"Just tired Ope" you exhale, rubbing your temples.
Opie leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I remember a time when you were just Abel's Nanny, Now you're livin' in Jax's house, wearin' his clothes, visitin' him in Stockton...like an old lady"
You gaze over to him, no words, just a hum in response, gripping the fabric of Jax's hoodie. Old lady The words repeat in your head, fuck, I guess technically, you are. Opie studied you for a long moment, and then finally nodded. "Alright" He stood, "Just dont lose yourself in all this shit" Before he leaves, Opie tosses an envelope onto the coffee table, the edges slightly crinkled. "This came to the clubhouse, but its meant for you" he says, his voice low, not as harsh as before. "From Jax"
You stare at the envelope for a second, Opie doesn't say another word, He gives you a quick look, then he turns to leave, giving you space to open it.
Jax had been in for almost a year now, and in all that time, there hadn't been a single letter. Just the occasional phone calls and visits. It was always you going to him, you waiting by the phone. But this, this was something new.
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For the lovely @bonnyclydecat hope you love it! Ngl, as usual, I got carried away with the smut and feel like the fluff wasn’t enough, so apologies for that lol.
Also, this could deffo have a part 2? Like when Jax gets out of prison??? Alexa play Coal War by Joshua James 🤤🫶🏽
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Aegon Unworthy Administration Dashboard Simulator
⚔️ whiteswordtowerrr
the gold cloaks found my aegmon rpf guys it might be a while before my next update
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RIP OP this is why RPF is not only problematic (sinful against the Maiden AND the Smith) but will also literally deservedly get your skull put on a spike
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I lived bitch. king aegon made me read it out loud to his brother because he thought it was funny but then he let me go. new chapter dropping in 20 minutes
#the dragonknight got all purple and furious but he did just have to stand there and take it. Just like in this next chapt- #the king did hook up with my sister afterwards though. what can you do
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listennnnn im not saying he’s perfect im just saying liberating women from religious oppression and literal imprisonment in the maidenvault and letting his girl cousin do the economy and elevating women of all social standings to positions of prominence isnt NOTHING.
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“king aegon is a feminist” “criston cole had hoes” you people will say anything on this website.
🛡️knighttime Follow
just saw that Daemon Waters kid like the king’s four year old bastard do a perfect standing backflip in the training yard. Kind of compelling. Kind of kingly. I don’t know…
#can prince daeron do a flip?????
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It’s SO disgusting how the king would hire a H*ghtower hand only 50 years after that wretched family MURDERED HIS GRANDMOTHER AFTER USURPING HER THRONE. #UNWORTHYGATE
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Me and that nasty old man. To be honest
🌈 crystalcrowned Follow
I block everyone who is horny on main about the king on principle because fornication is a sin but op is talking about ALYN OAKENFIST?????? Girl.
🙌 fleabottomtop
Sneaking in through the secret tunnels in the red keep to smuggle queen naerys a vibrator and a blunt this shit is getting out of hand
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she would not like that. try again.
🙌 fleabottomtop
sneaking in through the secret tunnels in the the red keep to smuggle queen naerys a prayer book and a cigarette
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if i speak....🙈🤐
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FYI @ brackennation literally seduced the king to use her influence to ban pro-Blackwood posts on here. block and report this treacherous whore ASAP
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I know it’s you missy. KYS jealous cunt
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king aegon’s collection of teenage mistresses posting through it on the dash again
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Sooooo sick of seeing delusional reachers reclaiming dragons**d as if that’s not a literal crownlands-specific slur used against the Valyrian-Westerosi community in King’s Landing and Dragonstone. I don’t care how many ae’s your grandma has in her name you are a HIGHTOWER you are a TARLY you are a REDWYNE you are seven forgive me for even saying this a BEESBURY. Categorically NOT a seed. It’s basically valyrian racefaking at this point
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Say it louder for the Great Bastards in the back!!!!!! theyre literally noble
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No I can say it?? I’m from KL I’m in the community why would it matter if I’m acknowledged
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Seven hells my great-grandsire literally rode caraxes and I can’t acknowledge my own heritage? Dragonseed literally applies to ANY👏ONE👏of👏TAR👏GARYEN👏DES👏CENT.
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At the rate the king is going everyone in the realm will be able to reclaim dragonseed in 20 years come on now
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are we not going to acknowledge the toxic power imbalance of the king having had TWO Bracken mistresses and ONE Blackwood mistress????
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THAT’S the toxic power imbalance you want to talk about??? That one??? Nothing else???
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okay I thought the valyrian racefaking discourse on here was dumb as shit but tell me WHY i just saw my bastard cousin serena change her name to “serenei” on all her socials and then start telling people she was from lys and can’t speak common.
#Good thing we’re dragonseeds otherwise this would be insane
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non-riverlanders in 20 years when the Bracken-Blackwood beef becomes everybody’s problem because it’s a Targaryen civil war
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Quick where's that one meme about the valyrian god of prophecy playing dodgelance with random tumblr users
🎭mummersfarce Follow okay I’ll bite. did king aegon the unworthy fourth of his name do something problematic.
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well as a dragonseed of dance-era descent i gotta say i am not appreciating how hard it is to buy purple shampoo in flea bottom recently what with the rate at which blonde bitches are being created in this kingdom fucking skyrocketing
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fucked up. blocking him now ✊
#Spotify#asoiaf#valyrianscrolls#do not ask me what year in canon this is supposed to be contemporary to. its a bit all over
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Moves & Countermoves (Epilogue)
Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing.
Part 24
In the first months following Peeta’s return things are good. Calm. Until the night Y/N and Haymitch are lying in bed and she whispers, “I’m late.”
Haymitch’s arms tense around her. “No you’re not.”
“My period is late.”
She can’t be pregnant. He’s been careful. Y/N can’t be pregnant. “It’s gotta be something else.”
She sighs, “ok.”
The weeks that follow confirm that it is not, in fact, something else.
August Abernathy is born the following summer, with hardly any fuss. Completing their family and sealing the deal on Haymitch’s vasectomy. The little boy is perfect, Everest and Arista take to him immediately. Daisy takes some convincing, she’s not used to not being the baby.
She cries…a lot. Even at almost two she wants to be carried around. Y/N and Haymitch indulge her, she will only be little for so long.
Katniss and Peeta have settled in to her house in Victor’s village. Nobody knows what to expect in terms of rebuilding district twelve, so they are all surprised when Pollux arrives by train from the Capitol.
“What are you doing here?” Madge stammers, watching anxiously as he scrawls down a message.
“I wanted to see you.” He holds up the note to her.
“But you didn’t say anything in your letter.” The ones they’ve been exchanging over the past few months.
Pollux smirks, moving the pen over the pad of paper again. “I wanted to surprise you.”
Madge laughs, “thank you.”
He opens his arms for her.
“You’re gonna have to teach me to sign.” She insists, hugging him tightly to her. “I’ve been practicing but Katniss told me I’m not very good.”
Pollux passes a hand over her hair, nodding against her shoulder.
“Can you teach me how to sign, ‘I love you.’”
He pulls back slightly, searching her face.
“I love you,” she shrugs, “by the way.”
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Years pass, everything and nothing changes.
Katniss and Peeta become parents, earning Y/N and Haymitch the titles of Grandma and Grandpa, not long after they become Aunt and Uncle to Madge’s twins.
It heals something in them; holding their babies’ baby. “It’s a girl.”
“Why didn’t you call?” Y/N asks as the infant is placed into her arms. “We could’ve helped you.”
“Didn’t want to bother you.” Katniss shrugs.
“Bothering us is your job.” Haymitch scoffs, “lay down, take a load off, I’ll make you some tea.”
Peeta watches his wife, carefully.
“How are you holding up?” Y/N asks, looking up from the newborn in her arms.
“I’m ok.” Peeta shoots her a tired smile.
Y/N returns the gesture as he takes a seat beside her. “Does my granddaughter have a name?”
“We were hoping you’d help with that part,” Katniss admits. Seems like something parents would help their children do.
Y/N busies herself counting the infant’s fingers, “of course.”
Katniss is snoring by the time Haymitch returns, he lies the throw blanket over her carefully, brushing bits of hair away from her face. “You did good, sweetheart.”
When he is ready Y/N hands over the tiny bundle of joy. “You too, Peeta.”
“Thanks.”
A little boy follows the next spring.
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Everest graduates high school, leaving soon after to continue his education in politics, in the heart of Panem. The Capitol is much different than when he was a child, still he is welcomed with open arms. A child of war heroes is always welcome.
It’s not until he returns home for the first time that Y/N is sure he knows more than he should. “He knows.”
He knows about their arranged marriage, and the cameras, and the meticulously timing of his conception. He knows all the horrible ways Snow would tug at their strings and make them dance like marionettes. He knows the lengths his parents went to make sure he didn’t know.
“I need to talk to Dad,” Everest tells Y/N, “alone.”
“Honey, I’m so-” Y/N reaches for her son.
“Don’t,” Everest takes a step back. “Please, don’t.”
“Everest.”
He explains, “I can’t look at you and talk about it. I’ll puke, like I did on the professor’s rug when I found out, and I need to talk about it.”
Haymitch sighs, passing a hand over Y/N’s back. “Give us a minute.”
Everest doesn’t miss the way his parents struggle to break apart. Or the way his father attempts to hide the distress caused by his mother’s absence.
“How much do you know?”
Everest crumbles, collapsing into his father’s arms.
Haymitch holds him, hushing his first born child. Wishing more than anything to take his pain away.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“We hoped you’d never find out.” Haymitch admits, “I’m not sure how it’d be relevant to anything you’re learning in school…”
“The curriculum covers the lives of victors. My professor didn’t know that I didn’t know, he pulled me aside after the lesson to make sure I was ok, given what happened to you and mom.” Everest swallows hard, taking a step back, “I just let him talk for a while. Told me everything I needed to know.”
Haymitch nods.
“Mom was my age when you got married.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“I thought you loved each other. I thought you got married and had me because you loved each other.”
“We do love each other.” Haymitch assures him.
It must be true, in all their years back home after district thirteen, his father reached for his mother over a bottle every time. “But that’s not why I’m standing here now.”
“I wish it was different, son. I wish I could change it, but I can’t. I did whatever it took to keep your mother as safe and happy as I could. I tried to do the same for you and it kills me to think that I failed.” Haymitch scrubs a hand over his face. “The games, Snow’s plan, the rebellion and everything thereafter never mattered to us. It never mattered to me. All we wanted was to give you a good, normal life; away from all of it. We got to just be your mom and dad. Those were the happiest years of our lives.”
“My parents are Y/N and Haymitch Abernathy, I’m not ashamed of that.” Everest assures him, “I only wish I could have heard it from you.”
“Me too.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me?”
Haymitch lifts a shoulder, “because I am ashamed.”
Everest’s brows furrow, a spitting image of his father, “don’t be.”
When the two of them finally return to the living room there is nowhere to hide from Y/N’s wide, inquisitive eyes. Youth still clings to her features, despite her age. She is heartbreakingly beautiful.
“Daddy, I want to show you something.” August says, immediately rising from his place on the couch.
“Oh yeah?” Haymitch chuckles, allowing his youngest son to lead him away.
“Daisy did it.”
This ought to be good. “What did Daisy do?”
Their banter continues until they are out of earshot, leaving only Y/N and her son.
“You need to tell Arista before someone else does.” Everest says, simply. “Don’t let her find out like that.”
Y/N nods, “you’re right. I should have-”
Everest closes the space between them, pulling his mother in for a hug. “I’m not mad.”
“You’re allowed to be.”
“I’m not, not at you.” He wants to say more, to tell her how sorry he is for every horrible thing that’s ever happened to her. And how grateful he is for all the times she used herself to shield him from the world.
Y/N and Haymitch Abernathy are his parents, and it means more to him now than it ever has.
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“I think we did it.” Haymitch yawns, sliding beneath the covers and enveloping Y/N in his arms. “Everest seems alright.”
“Yeah.” Y/N nods, bringing his hand to her lips and pressing kisses to his fingers.
“I love you, angel.”
“I love you too.”
I love you more.
I love you always.
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Anger - A Joel Miller Drabble
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader Rating: E (is there anything else with him?????) Truly this is the least crazy thing I've written in days. Unprotected p in v. Word Count: 1155 a/n: Sometimes I spend all afternoon trying to write Joel and get nothing and other times I write 1000 words in less than 30 minutes. There is no in-between. Written for TLOU Sundays!
"You've really gotta do something about him," Ellie tells you from where she's sitting at the kitchen table.
You're barely through the door, coat still covered in a layer of snow from outside. "Well hello to you, too, Ellie," you respond, pulling off your boots before you track any more water into the house. It's strange, how something like keeping the floors dry didn't matter for twenty years and now suddenly again it does. "You're the fourth person to say that to me today though, so I assume you also are talking about Joel?"
She's flipping through the pages of a comic, barely paying you any attention. "Yes, Joel," she emphasizes, not that you need any further confirmation. Maria had cornered you at the saloon, the other half of your patrol had been on your case, and you had a run-in with Jackson's resident grandma first thing in the morning, who gave you an earful about how you needed to learn how to satisfy your man so he would stop torturing the entire town with his bad mood.
You sigh, shucking your coat and flexing your toes in your thick socks as you make your way into the kitchen. "Any idea what's wrong with him? He seemed fine this morning."
Ellie shrugs, still engrossed in the pages in front of her. "I don't know, Dina just told me he was being a real fucking asshole. You know how he gets."
That you do. You're well aware of the way Joel Miller can make or break an entire day based on his mood, especially since you've been at his side to witness it longer than anyone else.
Before you can contemplate further, the man in question storms through the door, a grumble on his lips before it's even closed behind him. Ellie meets your gaze, glancing over at him before turning back to you and then quickly rising. "I've gotta get going," she says quickly, sneaking past Joel to grab her jacket.
She's out the door before he can even say a word.
"Where the fuck is she going?" he questions, ignoring the way his boots squeak on the floorboards as he makes his way to the couch, collapsing into it. A part of you wants to scold him for the wet spots now littered all over the floor, but based on the furrow in his brow, there's no use, and you simply follow him instead, swinging a leg over his thigh to climb into his lap and settle there.
Only he has the audacity to grumble. Again.
"Joel," you say sternly, "don't do that."
"Don't do what?" he fires back, and now you know exactly what everyone had been warning you about. "I didn't do anything."
"What's up with you today?" It's a simple question, an inquiry that he should have no problem answering, but he doesn't, so you continue with a follow-up request, "Just tell me why I had four separate people tell me that I needed to figure out who you're so angry today."
"I'm not angry."
You frown. "Bullshit, Miller. Tell me what the fuck is wrong."
His answer is to seal his lips to yours, his rough grip dragging your hips against his so you can feel the hard press of him between your thighs. This felt familiar, especially since he'd been in an equally shit mood the day you first met, something you'd promptly fucked out of him later that night. And usually, that did the trick, but there was always something else lingering beneath the surface.
Not that you have time to contemplate what it might be because he pushes any thought of his mental well-being from your head when he rips your shirt from your body and latches onto one of your breasts. Likewise, any train of thought is gone just as quickly as the remainder of your clothing.
It's a good thing Ellie left quickly, because within minutes he has you spread out on the couch beneath him, one of your legs hitched around his hip as he pounds into you. There's little space left between you, the moment feeling intimate even with the intensity of the way he's pressing you down, grunting with each thrust until he has you clenching around him.
His fingers are on your clit before you come down from your climax, already drawing you higher a second time. "Joel, fuck, I can't," you whine, gripping at his hand.
"You can," he emphasizes, "you're gonna take every fucking inch of me."
And then you can see it. The rage behind his gaze, the emotion that has his eyes glassed over. The anger he has to unleash somehow. It scared you when you first met him, the first time he had you like this back in Boston, pressed up against the door, the first time you watched his fist collide with a FEDRA officer who tried to touch you, and the first time you saw him have to kill someone who definitely wasn't infected.
But now, you know better. You know that he won't hurt you, but he still needs a way to release the pent-up emotion that boils beneath the surface. You don't know what happened to get him here today, but you do know how to fix it.
Joel groans when you shift to wrap your legs fully around his waist, pulling him down so the soft expanse of his stomach presses against your own, increasing the pressure of your walls wrapped around him. It's all he can do to rut into you, your back slowly snaking up the arm of the couch as he fucks you. The angle changes the higher you move, guiding his lips to yours so he can catch the scream that rips from your throat when you clench around him a second time.
He follows you into the abyss, pulling out seconds before he spills against your center, jerking himself off until the last drops drip down onto the fabric.
When he regains his breath he stands, cock softening as he moves to grab a cloth to wipe his spend from your core. And then he's pressing you into the couch again, settled in the safety of your thighs as his head rests on your chest.
"Do you wanna know what Mrs. Davis told me today?" you ask softly, fingers curling through his hair.
Joel rests his chin on your breast as he looks at you, eyes softer now, more playful. "Fuck, what did she say?"
You smile. "She saw me at the store and pulled me into the corner to tell me that I needed to get you home and ride your cock because she was sick of your shit."
His laugh is rough, but he says nothing else as he settles back against you.
"Was she right?" you ask, your own laughter threatening to bubble up.
He doesn't answer, but he doesn't deny it either.
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ingrid, “sorry this is embarrassing” , bedroom
childhood walls II i.engen
"-and my grandma with her dementia will probably ask you the same question like ten times, and my grandpa will forget your name but he does that with everyone he still gets me and my sister confused. then my cousin on my mums side will-" you ticked them off on your fingers as you rallied off each family member and their problematic traits one by one.
but you were interrupted as your girlfriend, who'd been trying to shut you up for the last fifteen minutes you'd been parked outside rambling, placed her hand over your mouth.
"min kjære. we went over all of this on the plane i know none of your family have bad intentions." ingrid assured softly but firmly, nodding her head until eventually you nodded along with her, her hand then removed as you sighed.
you mumbled an apology in between a few sweet kisses, ingrid muttering right back you had nothing to be sorry for with a slightly amused smile, thumb tracing your sharp jawline.
"did you not say most of your family will not be here for the next few days? that is why we came early? to settle in and avoid stress." ingrid reminded as you nodded, only your immediate family and one set of grandparents in your childhood home for now, a week out from yours and ingrids first christmas in england together.
"then stop making stress!" ingrid laugher, unclipping her belt and shaking her head as you huffed but hummed in agreement none the less. the moment your car door closed you heard the front door open, both of your parents rushing out as if they'd been laying in wait.
which knowing your family well enough, you had no doubt they had been.
your dad insisted on carrying your bags in, dismissing ingrids attempts to help as your mum pulled her in for a hug, ushering her up the driveway as you stood there with a shake of your head.
"i am fine! the flight was great!" you yelled after them sarcastically, ingrid flashing you a grin as your mum lead her inside and you locked the car, shivering as a cool breeze whipped through and you hurried after them.
after wiping your boots on the welcome mat and stepping inside your sarcastic remarks about everyone liking your girlfriend more than you were ignored, your sister chuckling as she pulled you into a hug.
"mum!" you groaned, the woman already sitting ingrid down at the table and practically force feeding her the food laid out for your arrival, your dad returning downstairs after stashing your bags up in your old room.
"we ate on the plane!" you defended, hands sitting on ingrids shoulders who grinned, your mum dismissing it with a wave as you rolled your eyes.
but before you could even open your mouth to speak ingrid was once more being whisked away, this time by your mum and grandma who clearly fancied themselves tour guides as they dragged the norweigan around your childhood home she'd not yet visited until now.
"i'm suddenly wishing we'd stayed for a spanish christmas." you groaned, head falling to your older sisters shoulder who snickered and patted your cheek. "oh just you wait, it'll get worse." the girl warned as you shot her a playful glare, the two of you sitting down at the table to catch up properly.
eventually the rest of your family joined you, all of you sat around talking as your mum continued to try and force feed the entire group now despite also mentioning she was about to start dinner soon.
sensing your girlfriend might need a breather from the ongoing interrogation you excused the pair of you to shower and freshen up before dinner, thankfully able to bat off the arguments you both stay as you headed upstairs together.
"don't!" ingrid warned before you could even apologize, the two of you sharing a grin and a kiss now you were without an audience. "okay before we go in here, you have to promise me something." you blocked the door to your bedroom with a frown as your girlfriend raised an eyebrow curiously.
"okay..." she nodded cautiously for you to continue as you sighed. "i have told my mum to change it, but she insists on keeping my room exactly as it was when i lived here as a teenager, its like a room frozen in time, and not a time i want to remember." you winced as ingrids caution turned to clear amusement.
"so you have to promise what lays beyond this door...stays between us and us only. okay?" you propositioned sternly, the taller girl chuckling at the attempted intimidation. "i promise!" she shooed her hands as if to indicate you hurry up as you sighed again, turning and opening the door none the less.
"oh my-" ingrid inhaled sharply as she stepped inside and you closed the door after, wincing with shame as you too looked around the walls of your childhood room, the dozens and dozens posters ripped from magazines and cd clippings still somehow hanging on.
your teenage one direction phase, still haunting you well into your twenties.
"so you like-" "yes." "like you really liked-" "yes." "well this is more of an obsession-" "ingrid!" you whined, collapsing down on your bed and covering your face with your hands.
"you promised!" you huffed, sitting up and glaring at the scandi who was doubled over with laughter, crossing your arms and scowling at her, very much so unimpressed by her betrayal.
"elskling. kom igjen!" ingrid laughed giving you a look as you rolled your eyes, scowl deepening. "i've tried taking them down but my mum just yells at me about empty nest syndrome and puts them up again!" you groaned throwing your head back.
"du lovte!" you shot back at her in norweigan with a roll of your eyes. "that was before i saw it." ingrid grinned, clearly beyond amused as you flopped backward down on the bed again, grabbing a cushion to cover your face.
but then you realized whose face was on it and promptly threw it off the bed with an annoyed grunt.
"baby. do not be grumpy, i think this is very sweet." ingrid assured though there was still a teasing tone to her voice as you glared up at her.
"its creepy. i don't know how i used to sleep with so many eyes on me at once!" you grimaced with a look around the room, even your roof plastered with posters you'd stolen from the local cinema when you were much younger.
"you know you have not mentioned them to me, not even once. is this still a secret crush you have been hiding from me?" ingrid mocked taking a seat on the edge of the bed as you pulled a face at her. "no! i still listen to their music sometimes but i do not think of them in that way." you shook your head firmly.
"mmm." ingrid hummed with a smirk, moving to lay down on her stomach beside you, holding herself up with one arm as her fingers traced shapes on your face.
"sorry, it is embarrassing." you grumbled, ingrid quick to shake her head and press a kiss of assurance to your cheek.
"no no it is cute. really! but....i may need a mask to sleep. you are right about the eyes, they follow you." ingrid shuddered, smiling as you finally managed a small chuckle and the hardened lines on your face softened, still with a rosy blush to your cheeks.
"you promise you won't tell anyone else?" you questioned as your girlfriend nodded, securing it with a proper kiss now before she laid rolled over onto her back beside you and you tucked yourself into her side, her eyes roaming the room as a comfortable silence fell between you.
"so...did you ever kiss these posters?" "ingrid!"
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