#anyway!! gonna reblog my plotting call and get ready for bed i think

[tvrningout-a]

i have to stop listening to my friends when they tell me they don't like a movie bc 9/10, i end up liking it just fine asdf they're just harsher/pickier with films than i am, i think :' ) anyway!! sorry for the lack of writing and messaging!! i think my brain just needed a low-effort night. tomorrow i'm seeing my friends, so i'll hopefully get some writing done thursday!

[moldisgoodforyou]

insufferable

warning: it’s just smut. like a tiny hint of plot. but tiny.

because I reblogged this and was inspired:

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“I’m not letting you pay for it, and that’s final.” Sophie stated, turning her back on Rafe.

They’d been arguing for a good half hour over breakfast after Rafe casually offered to pay for both the tickets for her sorority formal. It was expensive, admittedly, as her sorority sprung for the fancier venue at the botanical gardens downtown, along with hotel rooms and a stacked bar.

(‘Offered’ might be a generous way to put it - he had just handed her a signed, blank check, and told her to write in how much it turned out to be, along with the cost of her dress. Entirely caught off guard, she ripped it up and handed the shreds back to him.)

When they started drawing looks from their hissed arguing, Sophie abruptly changed the subject, refusing to talk about it when he tried to bring it up again in the restaurant. The rest of the meal was fairly tense, but they both did their best to keep it civil.

He’d driven her home, only for them to argue more in the car and again when he tried walking her to the door. “Sophie.” Rafe huffed, calling after her. “Sophie! Come on!”

She didn’t respond, just stalked off and let the side door of her sorority house slam shut behind her. She had to laugh, however, when her phone immediately chimed with a text from Rafe.

Rafe: Am I still coming over before we go out tonight

Sophie: As long as you don’t try to sugar daddy me again

Rafe: Don’t start

Sophie: I’ll see you at nine  

The argument stuck like a stubborn thorn in the back of both of their minds all day, but they didn’t text each other and bring it up again, knowing it was useless. He kept his promise and came over exactly at nine, drinks in hand and ready to go meet her roommates at a house party. She wasn’t ready yet - running late, like always - and had him come up to her room instead. He sat on her bed as she changed, drinking a White Claw while he waited.

Rafe grumbled, seeing her outfit. “You’re gonna wear that?”

She wore a sheer black square-necked top with a black bra underneath, not hiding much. She paired it with a black leather skirt that flared out a little, just under her ass. Sophie paused, looking at herself in the mirror, then unclipped the bra and shimmied out of it, keeping her top on. “No, you’re right, this is better.”

He shut his eyes, taking a slow, dramatic inhale. “Sophie Flint.”

She put both hands on her hips and turned to face him. “What.”

He glared at her, knowing she was just trying to test his limits. “Put the damn bra back on.”

“No. I look good.” She walked over to him, stepping in between his legs.

Rafe shook his head as he looked up at her, setting his drink aside. “You’re insufferable.”

She quirked her brow, holding back a smirk. “Haven’t heard that one in a while.”

He reached up and palmed her breast, satisfied when her eyes fluttered shut as he brushed his thumb over her nipple. “You did this on purpose.”

Sophie rolled her eyes. “Oh, look, we have a fucking genius here.”

That was enough to set him over the edge and he grabbed her around the waist, swiftly pulling her down to his lap. Their lips crashed together and she straddled him right away, rolling her hips over him. He cursed and bit her bottom lip, not being gentle in the slightest.

She gasped, her hands finding her way to the hem of his shirt right away and she tugged up. “Off, I want this off.”

“Demanding.” Rafe quipped, but pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He flipped them over easily and caught both her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head. “Will you be good?”

A little caught off guard by his commanding nature, Sophie blinked up at him with wide eyes. “You’re gonna leave a mark.” She murmured.

He immediately loosened his grip on her, sitting up a little to give her some space. “Shoot, sorry, am I hurting you?”

“No, um. You don’t have to be gentle all the time.” She pressed her hips up into his and shook her head quickly, cheeks burning red as she clarified. “I like it.”

“Fuck, Soph.” He cursed and leaned back down to kiss her hard, bruising. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” She moaned quietly as he kissed along her jawline and down her neck, keeping her wrists pinned in place. “You can’t die, I don’t like fighting with anyone else.”  

“That’s all I’m good for?” He nipped at her collarbone, enjoying when she squirmed under him. “Sometimes I like you better when you’re moaning.”

“I like you better when your mouth is occupied.” She snapped back, pushing her hips against him again to try and find any friction. He let go of her wrists, only to fiddle with the clasp of her skirt. Sophie reached to pull off her top, but he knocked her hands away. “Keep this sad excuse of a shirt on.”

She lifted her hips for him to tug her skirt down her legs. “Thought you didn’t like it.”

“I like it just fine, I don’t want other people seeing you in it.”

Her next sassy response died in her throat as he grabbed her panties in both hands and ripped them clean in half. He kissed up her thighs, using one forearm across her hips to pin her in place.

“You’re buying me a new pair.” She breathed out, only a little delayed.

“Oh, so now you’ll let me buy you things?” He kissed everywhere but where she wanted it, feather-light, and she whined, trying to move her hips toward him. “A ten-dollar pair of underwear is not the same thing as what you were trying to do.” When he nipped teasingly at her hipbone, her shirt now pushed all the way up her stomach, she huffed. “Rafe, please.”

“Patience, angel.” He admonished, but brought two fingers up to her anyway, teasingly stroking around her entrance. She let her head fall back when he slipped them inside of her and he reached up and grabbed her chin with his free hand, ultra commanding. “Eyes on me.”  

She nodded quickly and bit her lip hard to stifle her next moan, trying her hardest not to let her eyes flutter shut at the pleasure.

“I want to hear you.” Rafe pressed his thumb against her clit, smirking when she gasped. “Can’t. You’re not - fuck - not allowed up here.” She bit out, having trouble speaking with the way he was moving his fingers against her. When he withdrew his fingers just as she was on the edge, she whined, reaching for him. “Wait, no, I was close.”

“Always so fucking whiny for me.” He grinned and pressed his fingers to her lips. She opened obediently, sucking on them until they were clean. “Good girl.”

“I want you.” Sophie told him meaningfully, reaching for his belt buckle. He stood just long enough to kick his pants to the floor while she reached over and grabbed a condom from the nightstand, handing it to him. He wasted no time in rolling it on and nudging her back to lie down. “You okay?” 

“Yes, fine, shut up.” 

He laughed, lining his hips up against hers. “That’s no way to talk to someone you love.” 

“Had to remind myself I’m still mad at you.” She informed him, but gasped sharply anyways as he pushed into her unexpectedly. He waited for her nod to start thrusting into her, gripping her hips hard enough to leave a mark. “Just let me pay for my half. At least.” 

“You’re not seriously -  ohh.” She breathed out, letting her head fall back. “This isn’t fair.” 

He stopped abruptly, though it pained him a little. “I can quit and we can keep arguing.” 

“No, no, please don’t stop.” She whimpered, wrapping an arm around his back to pull him closer to her. He nodded and kept going, bringing one hand in between them to play with her clit. “My half and your dress.” 

“Rafe, fuck, please.” 

“All of it, then.” He groaned, trying his best to keep himself fairly quiet (though her creaky bed was a dead giveaway). 

“Just half.” She bit back a moan, squirming under him. “You’re evil for bringing this up now.” 

“Devil to my angel.” He smirked. 

“Don’t stop.” Sophie mumbled against his shoulder, arching her back as he hit the perfect spot. “Shh, shh.” He soothed. When she finally came, biting against his shoulder to keep herself quiet, he came shortly after, hips stuttering against hers. The two lay in silence for a moment, breathing heavily against each other. 

“I think we’re late to the party.” Rafe quipped. 

She laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “We’re not going to the fucking party. We both need a shower.” 

He whined, letting his head fall to her shoulder. “But I can’t shower here.” 

“No, you’ll have to go home.” She agreed, combing her fingers through his long, floppy hair. “Wanna sleep with you.” He mumbled, always extra cuddly after sex. “Maybe you don’t deserve to sleep with me, trying to sabotage me in a fight.” She pointed out. 

He lifted his head quickly, kissing her cheek. “No, c’mon. Not fair, let me stay.” 

She laughed at his near-whiny tone. “I’ll shower here, you go home and shower, then I’ll come over and stay with you. Deal?” 

“So inconvenient.” He grumbled, but reluctantly stood, pulling on his clothes. “Promise you’ll come over right away?” 

“Promise.” Sophie smiled, leaning over to meet him in a quick kiss. “Get out of here.” 

“Wait, Soph.” He paused just at the door, giving her a goofy grin. “Will you bring that soft blanket?” 

She raised her eyebrows. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”  

“You just fucked me like that and now you're asking me to bring over a blanket for you to sleep with?” 

He grinned, sheepish. “Exactly. See you soon, love you!” He waved quickly before leaving, sneaking out of the house. He had barely left before seeing a text from Sophie - 

better not fall asleep before I’m there. love you too.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Animal (13)

Chadwick Boseman X Original Female Character “Sianna”

Chapter Warning: Cursing, Angst, Plot, Plenty of Words, Slow Burn

Word Count: 2.8k

Note:  I hope you guys enjoy this. By the way, Tumblr is on the BS and flagged every chapter because my old mood board had a portrayal of backshots. LMFAO!!!! So new mood board.

I censored my mood board, let’s see if it gets flagged. LOL

**Loosely edited/Proofread***

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-Sianna-

  MSG Mom: You have missed the last several months of Sunday dinners. That is inexcusable young lady. I get that you’re busy, everyone is busy. We are all busy. We all make the time. Why can’t you?

  You’d been staring at the message from her for the last few hours. After the last dinner you’d missed your brothers warned you that she was on a rampage. They told you to expect her call. You dodged the calls but this you couldn’t dodge. It had been months since you made an appearance at the biweekly family dinner. In the beginning, it was due to your insane work schedule and all the time you had to put into establishing your line and brand. Now with the pregnancy, it was terror. You knew you couldn’t show up to family dinner six months pregnant, especially when the last time they saw you, you weren’t and had no prospects as your mother would say.

 If you showed up preggers your mother would have a heart attack at the scandal alone. Your brothers would go into cabin in the woods ax murderer mode, your father would probably understand but be disappointed that you’d rearranged the order of events skipping boyfriend and marriage altogether. Everyone would have something to say and you were nowhere near prepared to handle any of it.

Groaning you dropped back onto your bed and closed your eyes. Maybe if you lied here long enough this would all fade away and you’d realize it was an insane fever dream and you weren’t pregnant with a near stranger's babies, and tackling all of it alone. Five, fifteen, then thirty minutes passed with you laying there in silence without a thought in your mind besides the yoga breathing you’d been learning the last two weeks you’d began Lamaze classes.

 When you opened your eyes everything was still calm, and you nearly forgot everything, but then felt a powerful jab in your abdomen. You shot right up and touched your stomach, the tiny imprint of some body part pressed against your right palm. A smile tickled your lips until you were full-on grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

 “Yep, not a dream. Reality.” You slowly rubbed your belly. Where your hands roamed the movements followed. Soon you were feeling a symphony of kicks all over your stomach and you sat there smiling enjoying every second. It was surreal, yes, but it wasn’t nearly as alarming now as it had been several weeks ago.

 “What are we gonna do guys? We have to get our shit together. Work is great, I can handle work but everything else. How do I even begin to go home to your grandparents and tell them about you? How do I face them? Then what do I do about your daddy?”

 The thought of referring to Chadwick as their daddy made you smile and your heart flutter. It filled you with warmth and more than half of you liked calling him that. He was their father. They had half his DNA and would probably look something like him. You hadn’t thought much about anything beyond being pregnant and having a lot going on. This was the first time you began to think about the secondary things.

 “He has rights, I know that. I don’t want to take them away. I just—he’s so famous and he’ll be even more famous. His career takes him everywhere, how do I know that he can be there for us? You, I mean for you. This has nothing to do with me. Right?”

 The sound of your doorbell broke you out of your monologue. As you walked down the stairs you continued to rub your belly enjoying the kicks, pushes and slithers you felt. It was strange to feel movement inside of you but it wasn’t something that made your skin crawl, it did the opposite. When you looked at the video of the front doorbell you smiled seeing your friends.

 “My God, could you have taken any longer?”

 “Excuse me, I am pregnant and carrying more weight.”

 The three of them walked in past you and made a line straight for the kitchen where you knew the wine was.

 “Girl please, you’re barely pregnant, and the only more weight you’re carrying is that ass,” Ebony teased. You smiled and dipped down to do a baby twerk. The three of them cheered loudly as you fanned them off.

 Once the three of you were seated around your kitchen island Zee was the one to pop the top off the wine bottle.

 “It’s barely three Zee.”

 “Three in LA means it’s well past five in New York,” she responded pouring the golden liquid in their three glasses.

 “None for you baby mama,” Tessa said as she slid a can of apple Izze your way. You rolled your eyes, popped the top and took a sip.

 “I didn’t want any wine anyway.”

 “How are you doing? You’re getting bigger.” Ebony’s hand flew to your belly and rubbed your bump.

 “I’m okay. I am. I think I’m going to have to go into maternity in the next week or two.”

 “Six months, with twins I’d say there are many women who would be jealous at that fact,” Tessa added.

 “What’s going on with the father?”

 “Zee, you can say his name he’s not the damn Candyman. Jesus, Chadwick Boseman. I still can’t believe you met, and popped that pussy for Chadwick Boseman in record time and came away with two souvenirs of your time together. Girl, talk about luck,” Ebony went on.

 “Luck?”

 “Yes, there are plenty of women who would love to be in your position, hell any of the positions he had you in.”

 The three of them snickered and you shook your head but couldn’t keep the smirk off your face.

 “If they wanna be me so bad, go ahead. This is messy.”

 “Have you heard from him since he showed up here to catch you with your new boo?”

 “Another thing, who dates and has a boo while being six months pregnant?”

 You narrowed your eyes at Ebony. She quickly raised her hands in surrender.

 “First of all, I don’t have a boo. Things with Chino are—over. We had a talk after Chad showed up here and he wants to take a step back, he thinks I don’t know what I want and that I should focus on figuring it out.

 “Smart man,” Tessa murmured.

 “So, Chino is out of the picture. I can’t even blame him for not wanting anything to do with me. I’m having babies with Chadwick Boseman.”

 “He knows he can’t compete with The Bleck Pantha,” Ebony chided in her best Wakanda accent. You rolled your eyes; you’d just about had it with her. Zee and Tessa snickered together.

 “Ebony.”

 Again, she raised her hands in defeat. You knew she’d pipe up again with something else to say that was slick and smart.

 “Chad and I spoke, I told him everything and apologized for not telling him sooner.”

 “How did he take it?”

 You finished the can of Izze and went to the fridge for another and took the bowl of cut strawberries out as well.

 “He took it well. There was no yelling or screaming, or tears. It was a calm conversation—surpisingly calm considering.”

 “Anything decided? Does he want to be involved with his babies? Are the two of you going to I don’t know make a relationship?”

 “Will you be moving in with him?”

 Their questions hit you in the face one after the other like slabs of ice. They were questions you hadn’t thought about and definitely hadn’t even addressed. They were way ahead of the game.

 “Guys, chill. We didn’t decide anything. He asked me if I wanted him involved and I had no answer for him.”

 “What the hell you mean you had no answer? Si.” Ebony gaped at you ready to elaborate her outrage but the stern look on your face shut her up.

 “What did you tell him then?”

 “I said I don’t know. Guys, I really don’t know. I know he has rights and all that but not everyone who has kids should be involved with them.”

 “True, but if a man is willing, able and wanting to be there for his offspring, you have an obligation to allow him, especially a black man. Remember those statistics and stereotypes are a thing. He doesn’t want to be part of the fray,” Tessa explained. She was speaking nothing but facts, you knew it.

 “He didn’t say he wanted to be involved. He was clearly in shock. It was a lot to hear and absorb, still pregnant, over five months so, pregnant with twins. It was a lot. We left things with both of us needing to think and really figure out what we each want.”

 “What do you want Sianna?” Zee’s voice was gentle and her hands soft as she held one of yours. You took a deep breath and slowly released it. You didn’t know any more now than you did two weeks ago.

 “I got nothin.”

 “Okay, this was a productive chat.” Ebony rolled her eyes, finished her glass of wine and shook her head. “It’s okay to say you want to be with him. You know that right? It’s okay to want to experience this with him. You can be strong and independent together.”

 “Ebony is right. I know those are foreign words when using her name but in this particular situation, she is right. There is nothing wrong with figuring it out together,” Tessa breeched.

 “I have an idea. Maybe the two of you should spend some time together. It will give both of you an opportunity to get to know each other better hence seeing where the two of you are mentally. It should give you some form of an idea what would work and hopefully, that will make it easier to figure out.”

 The four of you sat there thinking about Zee’s idea. It was a good one, a really good one. The kicks began again, and you touched your belly. “You guys wanna feel?”

 All hands flew to your belly and the next ten minutes were spent oohing and aahing over the kicks. After the four of you burrowed into the couches and found a Netflix movie while discussing baby stuff. They were excited for the babies and it showed with how long they were able to talk about it without even mentioning a club or even any of their latest conquests. The more you listened to them the more excited you became.

By the time seven rolled around they’d left and you were alone again. This time you were sitting in your tub trying to get a head start on your schedule for the next day while getting distracted with baby websites. You’d just finished your second bottle of the cherry limonatta you’d just gotten into drinking. It gave you the fizz and sweetness of wine without the alcohol. Who knew knocking the wine for nine months would be such a challenge? That was when your mind ran onto Chadwick. In truth, he wasn’t far from your mind at any given moment. You had his spawn growing in you and they’d been very active today.  

 You chewed your bottom lip and opened a new browser window on your iPad and entered his name in google. Yes, you knew about him, who didn’t, but you didn’t know everything. You were curious. As the search results populated the first one caught your eye; an image of him with a brown-skinned woman. You squinted and you could have sworn you’d seen her from somewhere. You tried to think back to where it could have been but for the life of you, you couldn’t place her face. You clicked the article and skimmed its contents. Her name was Simone and they were dating, or they had until at least a couple months ago. You wondered what happened and if you’d had anything to do with it.

 You continued to go through the search results and read through the first page of articles. You’d found out his upcoming roles, recent interviews, and even learned a little more about what was going on between him and Valentina. Every time you saw a picture of them together you wanted to vomit. After thirty or so minutes you’d gotten a lot of information and you’d come to the conclusion that he seemed to be a pretty good guy. Your iPad was now stopped on a very good shot of him. He was a good-looking man.

 Suddenly your iPad went off making you shriek and jump nearly dropping it into the lukewarm water. Chadwick’s name appeared. You froze unsure exactly what to do. After the third ring, you recovered and tapped the green answer button. His face appeared in a dewy white light. Without thinking you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth admiring his handsomeness.

 “Hi.”

 “Hi,” you repeated on a whisper.

 “Is it late? Am I interrupting? Did I wake you?”

 “No, no, you’re not interrupting. I was awake, just sitting in the bath.”

 Chadwick’s eyebrow shot up as he looked below your face. You looked at your image checking to make sure you weren’t turning this into soft porn. The frame caught the cleavage of your breasts but nothing provocative. He’d seen this before. Chadwick shook his head and brought his eyes back to yours.

 “Uh—I’m sorry.”

 “It’s fine. No harm, no foul.”

 Silence fell between you. The two of you just sat there looking over each other’s faces. The silence didn’t feel awkward at all.

“Are you doing okay?”

 “Yeah, I’m okay. We’re okay.”

 “Do you need anything? Pickles, ice cream, hot wings?”

 You snorted and pinched your lips, he thought he was funny with all the pregnant woman clichés.

 “Those are a lot of clichés sir.”

 “I mean clichés had to start somewhere right?”

 You nodded and leaned back, your body coming down from the anxiety it was in.

 “I don’t crave pickles, the only accurate thing there was the ice cream and hot wings. I’ve also recently started wanted a lot of chocolate-covered strawberries. I can’t seem to get enough which spells trouble for my ass.”

 Chadwick smiled and rubbed his hand along his goatee.

 “This is the one time you can unapologetically adhere to the eating for two phrase, so why not?”

 “Well, eating for three if you want to be accurate.”

 “See, play that shit up.”

 You laughed loud, it echoed through your bathroom. Chadwick joined in and you remembered his deep boisterous laugh that was all unique to him. It was a laugh you first heard in Jamaica across the beach before he approached and danced with you. It was a great laugh. Slowly your laughs died down and again the two of you just stared at each other.

 “Do you uh—do you have a good supply of ice cream, hot wings, and chocolate-covered strawberries?”

 You were tempted to read between the lines but decided against it.

 “Finished the strawberries today, you can never have enough a supple of ice cream or hot wings.”

 He nodded and licked his lips. Your eyes dropped to them and again you remembered the feel of them and how he kissed you. You couldn’t remember their taste though. It had been that long.

 “Would it be all right if we met up?”

 “Met up?”

 “Yeah, I thought maybe we could do something, talk.”

 It sounded like he was asking you out on a date, but it also didn’t sound like he was asking you out on a date.

 “Something like what?”

 “Well, I like to stay away from most places in LA.”

 “I can imagine, the Bleck Pentha gets recognized wherever he goes.”

 Chadwick smiled again but looked away as if he were embarrassed. “Go on laugh it up. Get it out.” You smiled and watched him and spoke on pure instinct without thinking.

 “You can come here.”

 The silence returned and Chadwick just gazed at you and looked as if he were in deep thought. You were holding your breath unsure what his answer would be.

“Are you sure?”

 “Uh—I mean only if you want to. If you don’t then I completely understand. You don’t have to; I’m not trying to force you,” you rushed out in an effort to cover yourself.

 “No, no, I never said I don’t want to. I know you’re not trying to force me. I do want to,” Chadwick rushed out overlapping your voice.

 “You do?” The uncertainty in your voice was evident. You were surprised.

 “I mean—yeah.”

 You smiled small but it took no time at all for it to spread across your face.

 “Okay, sounds like a plan then. We’ll—Netflix and Chill.”

 Chadwick’s eyebrows shot up again and you realized what you’d just said.

 “Oh my god. Wait, I didn’t mean that the way it came out.”

 He laughed his hearty laugh again and you gave you a “yeah right” look. 

“Oh my god, I’m serious. Jesus, I’ll see you in a bit.”

 You ended the call to Chadwick’s laughter. You put your iPad to the side and shook your head, mortified at your tongue slip. 

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Stolen Moments - Part One

A/N: A little miniseries (that’s not really a miniseries anymore) that I’ve been working on. Not gonna lie, this is probably the hardest I have ever fluffed. It is also my very first at Sebastian Stan fanfiction, so go easy on me, alright? Feedback is GOLDEN, and the fastest way to my heart. Thanks to @superapplepie​ for letting me test my fluff on her, and to @thorne93​ for correcting all my spelling, you guys are the best.

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 1448

“You can't do this to me, Ellie,” (YN) whined over the phone. “I'm not prepared, or qualified to do this.” She longingly looked to her bed, the one that she was about to climb into when her phone suddenly rang, the one that she had missed dearly since she had to leave it at 5am this morning. 

“Please,” Ellie begged. “I've been throwing up for hours and I can't just take the chance that it’ll get better by morning. And if you don't do it they’re gonna give the article to Clair,” she said, venom dripping from her voice as she said her co-workers name. 

“But… bed,” (YN) whined again, casting another longing look at the inviting piece of furniture. 

“I'll send you all the questions I have, so all you need to do is sit down, record the interview and send it to me,” she explained. 

“Fine,” (YN) conceded, “but you owe me one,” she warned. 

“You’re the best,” Ellie praised, the relief on her voice clear as day. “I'll email you the stuff… love you… night,” she said hurriedly, hanging up the phone before (YN) had a chance to change her mind. 

“Well, I guess it's you and me then,” (YN) said to her laptop as she sat down in front of it. Even if Ellie had done all of the work already, she just couldn't go in completely blind, so she sat down and started doing her research on this Sebastian Stan. 

**

It was nearly 10 am, and (YN) was running on three hours of sleep and about a gallon of coffee as she sat in the small room and waited for Sebastian to arrive. She wasn't completely out of her element here, she had been in many rooms like this in the past and conducted many interviews, but she didn't normally do movie stars. She had to admit she was a little intruiged by this Sebastian guy though, her night of researching him had left her with quite the impression. 

A soft knock sounded on the door to the small room and a blonde woman popped her head in to see if (YN) was ready. When she got the all clear, she opened the door wider and let Sebastian in, reminding them both that they had ten minutes, and ten minutes only. 

The first thing she noticed was that the pictures on the interned did not do this man justice in the slightest. He looked like a greek god as he entered the room, and that smile that he shot her when he introduced himself, that was enough to make her knees grow weak. 

She shook his hand, “I'm (YN), it's nice to meet you,” she managed, a shy smile tugging at her lips. 

“(YN)? I thought I was meeting with Ellie,” he noted as he took a seat. He had no idea who Ellie was, but he always made sure to get the interviewers name before going in. 

“She couldn't make it today unfortunately, but she gave me all her questions and it has all been cleared with your team and the magazine,” she explained as she returned to her seat. “Do you mind if I record this? I'm not the one who will be writing the article,” she questioned as he took a seat on the chair opposite her. She tried to not take notice of how his muscles moved under his t-shirt as he tried to get comfortable in the hard chair. 

“Go ahead,” he said, and she grabbed the small recorder from the little table next to her and turned it on. “So you’re conducting an interview with someone else’s questions for an article that you’re not gonna write?” he wondered, an amused expression on his handsome face. He had been interviewed more times than he could count, but this was definitely a new occurrence for him. 

“Pretty much,” she said, nodding her head. “But don't worry, I am a journalist, this just isn't my usual gig,” she assured, letting him know that she was a professional and not just some random person filling in for a friend. 

“What's your normal gig then?” he asked, not really understanding why he wanted to know, but the question fell from his lips before he could stop it. 

“Music. So I'm a little bit out of my comfort zone here,” she said with a nervous laugh.

“That's alright. So you normally do interviews with musicians and such then?” he asked. 

“Yes. And I review and critique albums and concerts and such,” she explained. “Hold on, who’s getting interviewed here? You or me?” she asked, a hint of amusement on her voice. The initial nerves she had had vanished, just something about his presence was so comfortable. No wonder he was well liked by everyone. 

“Right now? You,” he teased, a smug smile on his lips.

 “How about we mix it up so that we don't get my friend fired,” she suggested. 

“We wouldn't want that. Go ahead,” he ordered as he leaned back and got comfortable in his chair, giving (YN) his undivided attention, smiling softly as he watched her eyes travel over the little cheat sheet she had brought. 

“First question.With just over a week left until the premiere, there's a lot of excitement and anticipation for the new Avengers movie, can you tell me a little bit of what we can expect from that, and a little about your characters role in it?” she asked, reading from the paper in her hand.  

“Nope,” he said, popping the p. “I can't really say anything about the movie at this point, because the Marvel police will have my head,” he explained. 

“Dude, that's like half my questions,” she burst out, making Sebastian laugh at how distressed she looked. “You can't give me anything?” 

“Alright, I'll tell you this,” he said before he launched into some safe territory about action and some hefty fight scenes and so on, anything that wouldn't give away any plot at all. He couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her, here she was, doing a favor for a friend and he desperately wanted to help her get some answers. 

***

It did not go as bad as she had expected at first, although she wasn't sure Ellie got all that she hoped for, but at least it was something. Sebastian had actually been a great help, which was good, but also a little embarrassing. She must have come across as so unprofessional to him, and she hated that. 

“Well, thank you for meeting with me today,” she said, turning off the recorder after the same woman from before had popped her head in and told them to wrap it up. “I'm sorry that I wasn't better prepared for this,” she offered as she reached out to shake his hand again. 

“I think you did great, considering,” he complimented, smiling as he thought he saw a small blush rise to her cheeks. 

“You lie, but thank you anyway,” she retorted. 

“I never lie,” he said, offering her a cheeky grin. “Good luck with the article,” he said as she started shoving her things back in her purse, suddenly he was feeling a little weird about saying goodbye to her. 

“Thank you, I'll pass that along to my friend,” she said, flashing him a bright smile. 

Seb turned on his heel and made to walk out of the room, knowing that down the hall waited another journalist with new questions, but he was left with the feeling that he didn't want to go. He turned towards her again, rubbing his neck nervously as he cleared his throat and got her attention. “Look, I never do this,” he started, averting his eyes as he approached her again. 

“Do what?” she wondered. 

“I'm in LA for a few more days and I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner with me?” he blurted out, deciding to go for it before his nerves got the better of him. 

Had he really just asked her out? On a date? Or was she dreaming this whole thing? “Uhm… sure,” she said, a little bewildered. She dug through her purse and found one of her business cards and handed it to him. “My number is on there, so just call me whenever,” she said, hoping he couldn't hear the nerves in her voice. 

“Thank you,” he said, a grin on his face now that he had his answer. “I got to go, but I'll definitely call you later,” he said as he backed up to the door again. 

She was left in shock as the door closed behind him. Did that really just happen? 

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Alter Ego ch. 3 “Ipsum Invenies”

Spideychelle, Peter Parker x Reader, slow burn fic, Enhanced reader.

Word Count: 2,158

Warnings: PTSD, nightmares, police being assholes, victim blaming. Mentions of rape and traumatic experiences

Summary: “When you can do the things that I can, but you don’t, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you.”

A/N: third chapter already! I’m really enjoying writing this and believe me that the plot thickens a lot more in the next chapter, but I would love it if you reblogged this if you enjoyed it, because it gets sad when I spent so long writing just for it to get only likes. Anyways, the taglist is still open, and just one ask away. Hope you enjoy this :) xx

Ch. 2 “Organorum” Ch. 4 “Perficiendi”

“You’re not gonna believe this.” you look at your roomate and you can’t believe it yourself, she looks at you corncerned, but she follows when you start walking towards your room. The apartment is made of two rooms, one bathroom and a small kitchen that’s right by the living room, there’s not that much space, but the five steps it took to get to your room door gave you enough time to think about the next thing you’d say: “Okay, you know how almost all the Avengers and superheores these days got their “special abilities” out of some kind of experiment, right? Like, Captain America is strong and super hot because of the weird thing they did to him during World War II, and the same with Winter Soldier. And then Scarlett Witch also got experimented on and stuff, you follow?”

“Yes, but what are you on about? Are you gonna call your parents or not?”

“Okay, so when the uber dropped me, tied and naked in the middle of fucking nowhere, assuming I was dead, someone took me as a lab rat. I woke up in a lab-like bed and they injected some shit on me and it basically made me feel like they set my veins on fire. Then I fainted and they dropped me in a lake because they thought I was dead, but I wasn’t. And I got out of the water. I untied myself and got out of the lake. They did took me to the hospital and they did give me some IV stuff, but when I got there I didn’t have any bruises or wounds or scars from any encounter I faced. And this morning the thing with the lady happened and… Oh my god… I think I…”

“Did you become a superhuman?”

“I think so” You reply while you look at your hands, anxious to unveil exactly what your new abilities are. “Let’s see, we know I might heal fast, I have a danger sensor, the world looks a lot wider and all my senses are like 10 times more intense… how do I know what else is going on?”

“Do you wanna google Superheroes and their super powers?” your roomie asks while taking her phone out.

“Yes, brilliant idea!” You reply as you get closer to her to take a look at her phone screen. The results end up being written down in a list. You get rid of the obvious ones like Ironman, who doesn’t actually have powers, or Thor who is an actual God. Once you get to the enhanced people, the party begins, it’s a funny and interesting scene.

“So Captain Great Ass has over developed muscle tissue and brain, which means he’s like super strong and intelligent… What can you lift to test your strenght?” She says while looking around the room. “Lift the bed.”

“I’ve always been able to lift that.” You’re looking for something harder. “Let’s see if I can lift one of the cars outside!” you suggest while looking at the widow.

“Don’t you care about being seen? I mean, some super people like to keep their identity hidden.”

“Oh, c’mon! I might not even be able to lift it.” But you could, as if it was not heavier than your matress, you lifted the car and you placed it back down before losing your mind. Neither you or your roomie could believe what was going on.

And your day was spent like that until you came up with the definitive list of abilities you possess now. You realized you share a lot of powers with Spider-man: super strenght, adhesive fingertips, the danger sense that made you feel the lady was in risk was very similar to his spider sense and it’s the same that made all of your normal senses shoot up, but besides all that, you also have some hyper flexibility, a slight super speed, and some kind of mind control, but you didn’t get too far with that because it gave you and your roomie a terrible headache.

“Are you finally going to call your parents?” She asks as she hands you a pill for the headache, though it was already going away, you take the pill hoping it’d give you the will of facing your parents and telling them what happened to you, but frankly, it isn’t a thing you wanna talk about with anbody.

“I guess I have to, but I really don’t know what to say.” You put your head in your hands to hide the tears welling up in your eyes, you try to even your breathing to not break in front of her.

“Start by telling them you’re alive and fine. You’ll tell them the rest when you feel ready.” She puts her phone in front of you, you take it and dial your house land line number. It doesn’t take long until someone picks up and you hear your mother’s voice.

“Hello.” She says and immediately, the tears start falling down your eyes uncontrollably, you hadn’t realized just how much you needed to hear your mother’s voice.

“M-mom…” you sob out.

“(Y/N), my little girl, tell me it’s actually you, please.” She says and she’s crying too.

“Yes mom, it is me. I’m fine, I’m home now. I woke up in a hospital, but Sebastian helped me, I’m fine.”

“Oh, (Y/N)! My little girl! I’m so happy to hear you alive and fine. The police told us they were trying to find the body, said there was no chance for you to still be alive, but they were wrong, they were wrong in not trying to find the bastard that did this to you, but God sees everything and he’ll put them in their place. My little girl, I love you so much!”

“I love you too, mom… wh- what do you mean they’re not looking for the driver?”

“No, when we went to press the charges, they turned it around to us, they said a woman had no place being out so late, much less wearing short shorts and thin shirt, that maybe you were asking for it, they said you have a reputation in uni of dating around and they decided it was your fault you got what happened to you.” Your blood boils, not because they said all that about you, but becuase you’ve heard the same crap before, with every case of someone gone missing it was always because they were in the wrong path, they were drinking or doing drugs, they were women traveling by themselves, they were in the wrong place at the wrong time, or they were simply racially profiled. It was never the agressor’s fault, it was always the victim’s responsability. And your parents had to listen to all that bullshit, only because some people are too lazy to do their job.

After making sure that both your mother and father believe you that you’re okay and very much alive in your apartment, you hang up and got out of the place. Your roomate was probably off watching some movie in her room so she didn’t hear you come out. You walk as far as you can, you’re mad, but these new abilities give you a new hope, you might be able to do something with this. Not doing so would give that uber driver and many more perverts free passage to keep abusing inoccent people like you, but it’s not like you can just walk into his house and punch him with your brand new super strenght, because to start with, you don’t even know where he lives, plus you gotta protect yourself now, because what if you go around flaunting your new powers and the people that put them there find you? They’re not the kindest people judging by their modus operandi. Would they come to find you and finish what they started?

You get back home a little before midnight, you walk in peacefully, your roomate sitting in a chair in front of the only table of the apartment.

“Where were you? You can’t keep dissapearing like that, you don’t even have a phone and I really don’t wanna go through the same shit I did two weeks ago.”

“Believe me, I share the feeling more than anyone. I was walking… thinking. You can’t tell anyone about my powers, I have to go back to my normal life with the least amount of fuss posible. I have a plan to go after that bastard driver, but he can’t know it’s me… I need a suit… and to learn how to use all I’ve got.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I don’t want anyone to live through the shit show I had to live through, because it is a fucking hell, Lexi!”

“So what? You’re gonna dress up and go after criminals just like that? You’re crazy if you think I’m gonna allow that, you can’t put yourself at risk like that! You might be very strong and you might be able to stick to walls and all that shit, but you’re not bulletproof, you might get killed. What am I gonna tell your parents? I already had to tell them you might be dead once, I don’t want to tell them for sure that you are!”

“Lexi… I’m not gonna go find him today. I have to train or something. I don’t know how to fight and I don’t know how to control everything I can do, I’ve gotta get used to my new way of perceiving the world and I need a plan. And I might not be bulletproof, but I can make a suit that is, or that at least can put up a fight.”

“(Y/N) are you even listening to yourself? You want to go find some crazy dude that raped you, tortured you, assumed you were dead and dumped you in the middle of nowhere like garbage! You really wanna go after him?

“He didn’t assume I was dead, he did kill me in a way… and I want to avenge the part of me that died tied, naked and humiliated in the dirt, because aparently the justice system in this country won’t do it, you understand? My country didn’t give one single fuck about my wellbeing, to them I deserved to end up like that for going out at night in shorts!” You don’t know how or when you started crying, but the tears felt hot against your skin with uncontrolable sobs and memories you’d rather block from your mind. Lexi, your roomate hugs you and caresses your hair until you relax a little.

“If you have to do this, I’ll help you.”

“Thank you.”

…

Peter had made some progress in his research, had a few leads to follow, this was not the only case, there were some cases going all the way to Mexico with the same characteristics, and there was a full investigation that linked that to one of the most important mafias in the world, but nobody ever knows where they’re located, they have people all over the world, Peter can’t simply drop everything and follow some mafia all around the world, he’s in his senior year of high school, he’s graduating soon, he has MIT to worry about now, plus his relationship with MJ is going steady and they’re going to prom together. He can’t just walk away from all this to put himself at risk of being killed by a mafia so big that is all over the globe, but if he tells Mr. Stark he might end up taking his suit again.

Why not tell him anyway? He can come up with a good excuse as to why or how all this information ended in his hands, he’s a teenger in the 21st century, tech and information are one touch away, right?

“KAREN call Mr. Stark, would you?”

“Calling Tony Stark.” and just a few rings later, Tony answered the phone.

“What’s up, kid?”

“Hi Mr. Stark, I wanted to tell you about some stuff that I read and that I thought you might find interesting, I think it’s got something to do with the experiments.”

“How did you find that?”

“I was doing this essay for my Spanish class and this popped up. I wanted to show it to you in case you want to go do some research to Mexico or something, because I obviously can’t go because I have… homework.” this causes Mr. Stark to giggle, but he didn’t say anything, when the call ended Peter sent all his info, but he still couldn’t stop thinking about the whole matter, how it wouldn’t take long to reach other parts of america, they might be making their way to the south if they already reached mexico, he doesn’t want them to reach any other country. No one has to die anymore.

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[miguel-manbemel]

Aspects & Fanfics Ep. 6: The Moment of Truth and the Moment of Wrath

Sixth entry of the Aspects & Fanfics blog, based on the “Sanders Sides” series by Thomas Sanders and Joan. References are made to previous entries so if you want to read them, you can click right here. In this entry I introduce anoher new original Side. I hope it’s okay. Other characters are going to do something surprising. And some plots that have been seeded in previous entries are going to start blooming right now. As always, thank you to anyone who reads, follows or reblogs, and I hope I can make justice.

SYNOPSIS: Joan comes to Thomas’ house. They and Talyn have suffered a queerphobic verbal attack and Joan needs to vent on Thomas. Thomas’ reaction surprises everyone and he goes on a rampage of anger and wrath that is only stopped when Virgil, on Deceit’s demand, puts Thomas into a panic attack. When he recovers, a new Dark Side, Wrath, shows up, and he’s up to no good. It will be the time for everyone to let the cat out of the bag and uncover the evil force that threatens Thomas’ very existence.

WARNINGS: Some scenes are intensely dark, even horrifying, including references to spiders, though these moments are brief. There are also mentions to queerphobia incidents that may be hurting to someone. The new Side I’m introducing is perhaps the darkest character you’d see from here at moments. He’s gonna be truly threatening at times, so be warned if that’s a trigger to you. I tried to balance the dark moments with cute, funny and heartwarming moments too, but these moments are there and I had to warn. I hope I’m not forgetting anything else. If I did, now or in previous entries, I’m sorry and I’ll try better next time.

EPISODE INDEX

THOMAS: What is up, everybody? Okay, time for another video. You know that I enjoy chemistry a lot, so I’m gonna share my passion with you all and we’re gonna talk about the unique properties of… [happy yelling opening arms] actinoids! You know what elements are actinoids? They’re…

[someone knocks at the door]

THOMAS: Oh, the door… Just when this was getting fun…

[intro sequence]

[they knock at the door again]

THOMAS: [yelling to the door] Okay, I’m coming, I’m coming! [low voice] I’ll turn this off…

[Thomas makes the gesture of turning the camera off, although the video keeps rolling without him noticing. Then he goes off-screen to open the door]

THOMAS: [voice] Oh, Joan, what’s up? I didn’t expect you to… [worried] Are you okay?

JOAN: [sad voice] No, I’m not, Thomas… May I come in?

THOMAS: Of course you can.

JOAN: Thanks, dude.

[Joan enters the living-room, they notice the camera]

JOAN: Oh, you were doing a video?

THOMAS: Yes, but that can wait. Now, what’s the problem, Joan?

PATTON: [rising up] Yes, kiddo, tell us. If we can help, count on us, too.

JOAN: [startled] Oh! I had forgotten… Hello, Patton. I don’t know if I’ll ever get accustomed to…

THOMAS: It’s okay, Joan. You can talk to them as freely as you would talk to me. They’re me, after all, and when you talk to me, you’re talking to them anyway through me…

JOAN: I got a little lost but I think I got you… Okay, Thomas… But shouldn’t they all be here, then? I don’t have courage to tell the story several times…

THOMAS: If you want, I’ll bring them all here. [calling] Logan, Roman, Virgil, Honesty!

[They all rise up, except Virgil who appears suddenly. Virgil appears with his hair disheveled, wearing a purple pajama and he’s holding a stuffed spider. He has sleepy eyes, has the old light eye-shadow under his eyes and looks grumpy.]

THOMAS: Whoa, Virgil, did we get you out of bed? It’s four pm.

VIRGIL: Four pm!? It’s too early, I’ve only been sleeping for two hours!

THOMAS: You’ll go to bed later, Virgil, we have an important issue ahead of us and we need all of… By the way, do you sleep with your eye-shadow on? That’s not good for the skin.

VIRGIL: Huh? [he pulls out a mirror and looks at himself, then throws it to a side, with a crashing sound and frowns at Thomas, offended] Rude… This is not eye-shadow… These are my natural eye-bags.

THOMAS: Whoops, I’m so sorry.

PATTON: [scared] Virgil, why did you break that mirror? It’s seven years of bad luck!

VIRGIL: I like to live my life wildly… [he yawns]

THOMAS: Insomnia?

VIRGIL: Just different sleeping patterns. I’m a panther, remember? I’m a nocturnal feline, and you always have to bring up your issues in the middle of the afternoon when I’m in the middle of my REM phase. That’s why I always have to cover my eye-bags with make-up.

ROMAN: If that’s the reason, why don’t you use proper makeup to hide them instead of heightening them? I could give you some tips in beauty makeup if you want…

VIRGIL: I don’t cover them to hide them, Roman. My eye-bags are just not dark enough and I want to deliver only the best in edginess.

ROMAN: Fair enough…

VIRGIL: [suddenly changed to his usual outfit with the proper dark eye-shadow and the hair properly combed as usual on him, he pulls out a glass of iced coffee and drinks from it] Okay, I’m ready. Sup, Joan.

ROMAN: Oh, greetings Joan.

LOGAN: Salutations, friend.

HONESTY: Good afternoon, gentle-person.

PATTON: [over the top cuteness] Hello, my most wonderful child!

THOMAS: Patton, you had already greeted them.

PATTON: [still over the top loving face] I know, but I hadn’t put effort the first time!

JOAN: [bittersweet chuckle] Hello, everyone…

LOGAN: Now, what’s the issue that is upsetting you?

JOAN: [sighs] This morning, I was going with Talyn to buy some clothes. I had seen a neat black skirt that you should have seen, it was really cool. I showed Talyn, saying “How would I look?” They were saying “awesome”, of course, when I heard mumbling from a couple of guys next to me saying “What a weirdo he is, trying a skirt. Does he think he’s like a girl or something?”

PATTON: Wow! Rude much?

JOAN: Before I could say anything, Talyn jumped in my defense, saying “They look much better than how you will ever look with whatever rags you’d decide to wear with your bad taste, you morons!”

ROMAN: Good for Talyn! They know how to fight!

JOAN: These guys answered “You’re not exactly the most indicated to give lessons about taste in dressing, little midget!” I answered “Leave them alone, you motherf… [bleep]!” “Them?”, they said mockingly. “There’s only her, you and us. Is your brain nonfunctional enough so that you think there are two women in here? Or are you two of those freaks that don’t accept the genitals they were born with?”

LOGAN: Wow, talk about nasty…

JOAN: Talyn, then, surprising even me, shouted “Genitals like these?” and kicked him in the… you know where, making him bend in pain. Then Talyn whispered with an angry voice, “I may be a midget and I may be a freak, but I know how to shut up a tall idiot like you. Get out of our sight now before I call the security guards.”

HONESTY: Violence should never be the answer, but I can’t do anything other than applaud Talyn. These yobs were calling for it.

JOAN: When they were leaving, the other one said “You think you’re better than us for choosing to be called and dress different than us, but you’re only a bunch of freaks, and no one other than freaks like you is ever gonna take you seriously! You f… [bleep] freaks!” I had to hold Talyn because they made a gesture of running after them. When one of the security guards approached us, they ran away. He asked if we were okay, and I said that everything was fine… I wasn’t okay, of course, but what else could I say?

THOMAS: [horrified] My goodness gracious… I’m so sorry you two had to go through this…

JOAN: I haven’t stopped feeling bad ever since that incident.

VIRGIL: No wonder…

JOAN: Talyn kicked these jerks physically, but then they kicked us verbally, right in our souls. And that hurts more than anything. I… I felt invalidated. I know these two are a couple of idiots, and normally I would have just ignored them, but what I thought was: Is this going to be forever? Is this going to happen every time I meet disrespectful people? Will I have to justify my feelings and my self-identity all the time till I’m gone? I felt so f… [bleep] …d up. I haven’t stopped feeling like that all day. Talyn has told me to let it go, but I needed to share it with you too.

LOGAN: Joan, you said it yourself, these two were a couple of idiots, and you shouldn’t let their nasty manners affect you. Not everybody is like them. There are more people like them, of course, but there are also plenty of people who would respect you and accept you as you are. I haven’t had time to count them or to create statistics, but I’d dare to say that nice people are the majority. It’s just that mean people are louder about it.

PATTON: And you and Talyn are both wonderful people just the way you are. There’s no need for you to justify yourself over anyone. That’s something to be done by criminals or bad doers, and you haven’t done anything bad at all. You are what you are, and you are great.

JOAN: Thank you, guys.

HONESTY: Don’t mention.

[Thomas then hugs Joan and squeezes them for a few seconds. When he finally releases them, he’s frowning with an expression of huge upset]

THOMAS: I’m so mad, you guys. If there’s one thing that can make me angry is someone doing something mean to my friends. It’s my weak spot. [suddenly yells angry] I could break anything!

JOAN: [concerned] Okay, buddy, calm down. Don’t worry because of me, please.

THOMAS: [he starts showing an agitated breathing due to his anger] I can’t, Joan! I just can’t! If I had been there… If only I had been there…!

LOGAN: [worried] Thomas, calm down!

THOMAS: [angry yell that scares everyone in the room, even Joan] I DON’T WANT TO CALM DOWN!

HONESTY: [scared] Thomas, please!

DECEIT: [suddenly speaking through Honesty’s body] Uh-oh! This is not good! It’s starting!

HONESTY: You mean…?

DECEIT: Yes. Thomas must calm down. Right now, before it’s too late.

[Suddenly all of the Sides except Virgil start getting an agitated breathing]

HONESTY: [struggling to speak] What is going on with us?

VIRGIL: Guys, are you okay?

DECEIT: I’m coming out, Honesty, relax, Dark Sides are not affected by him.

HONESTY: Okay…

[The orange cloud quickly covers Honesty, then turns to yellow and Deceit emerges from it. He’s breathing normal]

DECEIT: Virgil, the Sides and Thomas need us.

VIRGIL: Why? What is happening?

DECEIT: Listen, the only thing that can calm Thomas’ uncontrollable anger is a strong panic attack that can counter his evil influence.

VIRGIL: Whose influence? Why are you talking in riddles!?

DECEIT: [yelling] There’s no time! Do it now or we will lose Thomas forever!

VIRGIL: Okay, I hope you know what you’re doing…

[Virgil changes to his panther form, rises his arms towards Thomas and shows a terrifying threatening face. Then Thomas’ face of anger little by little turns into a full expression of horror.]

THOMAS: [screeching in horror] AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[Thomas faints. All the Sides, including Deceit and Virgil, faint with him too, but, unlike Thomas, they stay still, only with their heads dropped forward. Joan looks at them all with the most scared expression]

JOAN: [kneeling towards Thomas] Thomas! Thomas, are you okay!? Can you hear me? Thomas, wake up, please! Thomas! Oh, my gosh! [looking at the Sides] Guys, you too? Should I call an ambulance? Thomas! Anyone! Wake up, please!

[Then, Thomas starts showing signs of recovering consciousness. As he wakes up, the Sides slowly get back to life too]

JOAN: [relieved] Thomas, thank God! Are you okay?

THOMAS: [a little disorientated] What… What has happened?

JOAN: You scared me to death, that’s what happened! Can you get up?

THOMAS: I think so…

JOAN: And all of you, are you okay?

LOGAN: Yes… I think so. We need Thomas to stay awake. When he lost consciousness, we lost contact with him and fainted because of that.

THOMAS: I don’t remember much… The last memory I have is that I was hugging you… then everything turned blurry. I only remember agitated breathing and a sensation of horror. Then… nothing till I woke up now.

VIRGIL: [after shifting back to his emo form] That last sensation was my fault, Thomas. I induced you into one of your worst horrors, I made you think that you were chained in a bathtub full of tarantulas all over your body and that they were biting every inch of your skin…

PATTON: [horrified] Aaagggh!

THOMAS: [also horrified] Why would you do that!?

VIRGIL: Deceit told me that it was the only way of getting you out of your state of anger.

THOMAS: Oh… I remember now. I was furious… But it was a strange fury. It was as if someone else was injecting that fury into me, and I couldn’t control it.

DECEIT: So, it has started.

ROMAN: What has started?

VOICE: [happy and dangerously sweet voice] What do you think it started? I have started, of course!

THOMAS: Who is it?

[Suddenly, in the place between Logan and Thomas, a new Side appears. A half of his face is human and the other half is of a grizzly bear. He’s wearing a green camouflage uniform. He speaks with a voice that sounds happy and sweet but where everyone could feel evil and danger behind]

SIDE: I’m here.

THOMAS: [startled, he yelps] Ah! Who are you?

DECEIT: [serious and frowning] Wrath…

THOMAS: Wrath?

WRATH: I would say nice to meet you, [looking at Deceit] but I don’t want to be like that traitor over there.

DECEIT: I was hoping I could buy some time… I didn’t expect you to find an open tear hole to escape the Dark Realm so soon.

WRATH: [to Deceit, with his dangerously happy voice] You know that the Dark Master is going to know about this, right?

THOMAS: The Dark Master? What Dark Master?

DECEIT: Well, you can tell the Dark Master to eat my…

PATTON: [gasps] Language, kiddo!

DECEIT: ...venom.

PATTON: You scared me…

WRATH: [tuts] Decey, Decey, Decey, I wouldn’t be so lippy if I were you.

DECEIT: And what are you, or your Dark Master, going to do about it? He has no power over me in the Light Realm. Besides, he needs me, so you can’t do anything to me anyway.

WRATH: Oh, yes, the Dark Master said he needs you. No one said, however, that you were needed… [with a threatening evil smile] in one piece.

[Suddenly, the yellow cloud covers Deceit and he transforms into Honesty]

HONESTY: Too bad for you that you’re not going to be able to reach him anymore. I’m protecting him and he’s staying with me right now.

WRATH: [shows a brief spark of anger but quickly returns to his dangerously sweet melodious voice] Wow… Life is full of surprises, isn’t it? Don’t worry. I’m sure the Dark Master will have… methods… to make you return when he needs you. But as I said, don’t worry for now. For the time being, he’s got a great victory. I got out of the Dark Realm, and now you can’t do anything about it, I can return whenever I want. [starts giggling like a child] We’re all gonna have so much fun together, you’ll see…

ROMAN: [pulling out his samurai sword] Hey! Who do you think you are, entering this place uninvited and unwelcome, disturbing Thomas and threatening all of us!?

WRATH: [suddenly yelling in anger with a demonic voice] SHUT UP, YOU SHODDY POMPOUS PRINCE! DO YOU THINK YOUR STUPID RUSTY KNIFE CAN DO ANYTHING TO ME!? GO BACK TO THE OPERETTA YOU RAN AWAY FROM!

[Everyone, scared by Wrath’s sudden yelling, stays in silence, looking at him with fear. Suddenly, Patton reacts. He shows an angry face, stretches his arm and loudly slaps Wrath in the human cheek. He gets stunned holding his cheek, looking at Patton]

PATTON: [yelling with an angry and ferocious voice never before heard from him] How dare you? How dare you to talk to my children like that!?

[Wrath then roars angrily at Patton as if he was a bear. Surprisingly, Patton growls as if he was a huge dog and starts barking so loud that he drowns out Wrath’s roaring. Wrath stops and looks at Patton, too shocked to say a word, and for the first time with a dash of fear]

PATTON: [low threatening voice] Listen well, intruder! This is my family! And if you want to touch my family you’ll have to go over me! And I wouldn’t advice you to do that. When I’m good, I’m very good, but when I’m bad, I’m your worst nightmare, mister! Now, get back to your room before I bite you for real!

WRATH: I’ll go for now. This was only the initial contact after all. But as I told you, you’re gonna see me again. And you will pay for this. [sinks down, yelling angry] All of you!

[Everyone stays in silence looking at Wrath’s empty spot]

PATTON: [yelling with an angry squealing] … And stay in your room, you’re grounded!

JOAN: [to Thomas] Um… Do your reunions always look like this or you prepared this “Supernatural” live show just for me?

THOMAS: Who the heck was that guy?

LOGAN: He is the embodiment of your anger.

THOMAS: Do you know him, Logan?

LOGAN: Not in person, this is the first time I’ve ever seen him in the flesh, but anger is an aspect of your personality, so I knew he had to be in there somewhere. I didn’t expect him to be so nasty, to be honest.

THOMAS: And Deceit, you knew him too?

DECEIT: [speaking through Honesty’s body] Unfortunately yes. I’ve known him for a long time from the Dark Realm.

VIRGIL: I knew him too, but I never spoke about him. Since he was trapped there like all non heightened Dark Sides, I never thought he would be a problem and I didn’t want to make you anxious about nothing.

THOMAS: Anyway, I should have known. And why has he appeared right now? Why not earlier?

LOGAN: Thomas, as I told you, Dark Sides cannot get out of the Dark Realm. They are repressed aspects of your subconscious and they’re confined there until something happens to you that heightens them to a level strong enough to break their chains and let them out. And once they’re out, they’re free to come and go between realms and the living room.

THOMAS: And what could…?

JOAN: I guess this is my fault. It is because I told you what happened to me this morning. It must have made you feel so angry that it heightened that Side, Wrath, and it let him get away. I’m terribly sorry for that. If I had known I would have never told you.

THOMAS: Joan, it’s not your fault. And please, never stop telling me the things that worry you and the things that you wish to share with me. You are my best friend and I want to be able to help you whenever you need me.

JOAN: Thanks, dude. But now Wrath will have power over you because of me.

LOGAN: Don’t feel guilty about that, Joan. Wrath has always existed inside of Thomas. He has always had and will always have power over Thomas to some extent. The only difference is that now he can appear in person and interact with us, that’s all.

JOAN: I see…

THOMAS: And what was that Master thing? Who’s the Dark Master?

[Honesty transforms into Deceit]

DECEIT: This time, I’m gonna tell you in person. It’s time to face my mistakes and I’m ready to respond for them. I was hoping that I would never have to tell you, as it is a really hurtful truth, and my mission is to hide all such things from you.

THOMAS: But who is he?

DECEIT: Have you never questioned yourself why the Light Realm and the Dark Realm are named like that?

THOMAS: Because the first one is a world of light and good and the second one is a world of darkness and evil. Isn’t it so?

DECEIT: Yes, but why “realms”?

THOMAS: I don’t know.

LOGAN: Well, “realm” is roughly a synonym for “kingdom”, only that instead of being ruled by a king, it is ruled by another similar authority figure, like a prince, a duke, etcetera. So that means…

DECEIT: Exactly, each realm has a supreme figure, a ruler, who is all-powerful and all-mighty in that realm. You could say that he’s, in a way, almost like a god.

THOMAS: I’m catching you…

DECEIT: The Dark Master is the ruler of the Dark Realm. All the Dark Sides are, or were, at his service, forced to follow him and fulfill his orders.

ROMAN: When you say “were”, you mean…?

DECEIT: I mean Virgil… and me.

ROMAN: You’re no longer working for him? Why not?

DECEIT: [bashful] I… I don’t know…

HONESTY: [speaking through Deceit’s body] Oh, come on, Deceit. The cards are on the table. If we’re opening up and telling the truth, let’s go to the very end. You guys, Deceit has changed. When you helped us getting rid of our blockings and you offered him to be a friend, he really wanted it…

DECEIT [angry] …shut up…

HONESTY: … but he thought he was putting you in danger because of the Dark Master and his evil plot against you. So, he sacrificed his wishes in order to keep you safe.

VIRGIL: I knew he was hiding something. I told you, Thomas.

THOMAS: [scared] What… evil plot?

DECEIT: [sarcastic and angry] Great job, you truth hooligan, I’m sure that you know very well the meaning of the word “tact” when saying things.

THOMAS: No, as I said, I want to know. I demand to know.

DECEIT: Well, there’s one thing that the Dark Master wants above all else, and that’s to get out of the Dark Realm.

ROMAN: He can’t get out?

DECEIT: No, he can’t. And unlike us, Dark Sides, there’s no way for him to break the chains and be free. To be free, the only way for him is to use all of the Dark Sides to help him… get control over you.

THOMAS: [scared] What?

DECEIT: Don’t be afraid. As I said, he needs all of the Dark Sides, and that includes Virgil and me. As long as we never return to the Dark Realm, he won’t be able to do that.

THOMAS: What would happen to me if he succeeded?

DECEIT: There’s no point in telling…

THOMAS: [firm voice] I command you to tell me everything!

DECEIT: In the remote case that he succeeded, you’d disappear as you are, Thomas, and he would replace you in your mind. What are now the Dark Sides would become Light Sides and what are Light Sides would become Dark Sides, and you’d be repressed in the Dark Realm in the same place where he is now, while he uses your body as it pleases him.

THOMAS: Like a… possession?

DECEIT: Not exactly. He would still be Thomas Sanders. He would be the same you, with the same memories and background, only that it would be an “evil version” of you. For example, he would be mean and rude, envious, selfish, delight in injustice, be one of those repressed gays that behave like homophobes, hate dogs…

PATTON: [horrified squealing] No, not the dogs, anything but that!

LOGAN: [sighs] You need to sort out your priorities…

DECEIT: But as I said, it is a very remote possibility. It will never happen while we stay out of his control. So don’t be afraid and don’t worry about it. You’re safe, and you’ll remain being safe.

HONESTY: [speaking through Deceit’s body] He’s telling the truth, Thomas. I can check his memories. You can trust him on this.

THOMAS: Why did you change, Deceit?

DECEIT: What?

THOMAS: I already know that you changed and you wanted to be friends with us. But in the beginning you were working for him, and you almost took Virgil with you. If I hadn’t intervened, you would have been triumphant, and now I’d be gone. So why that change now, Deceit? What can make someone change his mind, from almost sending me to my doom, to suddenly wanting to get me away from it?

DECEIT: Well…

THOMAS: Well?

DECEIT: It was you, Thomas.

THOMAS: Me?

DECEIT: Up until before that nasty episode, how many times did I interact with you or the other Sides? Just a couple, and for very short amounts of time. And all these times you expelled me or treated me like trash. I’m not complaining, I know it was my fault and I deserved it, but anyway I was angry and resented. But in the last few weeks, I started interacting with you more, and I started knowing you more… And… when Honesty’s memories were unlocked from me, I finally realized something about you, Thomas, from which up until then I had only seen brief hints.

THOMAS: What do you mean?

DECEIT: You are a being of light, Thomas. You have a natural warmth that emanates from yourself and that makes us all feel warm and nice, and what’s more important, that inspires us to improve ourselves and be better than we are. You have that effect, not only on people you interact with, both in person or through your videos. You have that same effect on us, Sides. Virgil has also felt that, I’m sure. Just compare him with the Virgil he was long ago and see the positive influence you’ve had on him.

THOMAS: I… I don’t know what to say…

DECEIT: I realized that what I was trying to do in the name of my “Master”, was not only wrong, it was an unforgivable crime against the world, so hungry of light in these dark days we’re living. I didn’t want to do that, so I decided to try and foil the Dark Master’s plan instead. Unfortunately, that idea has gone to waste now that I’m uncovered.

THOMAS: I mean… I’m flattered, and honored that you think so high about me, Deceit… But I’m not so special. I don’t consider myself so enlightening as you say I am…

JOAN: And that’s exactly why you are so enlightening, Thomas. I agree with Deceit. The positive impact you have on anyone who gets to know you is undeniable, including myself, for the record.

THOMAS: But Deceit said it himself. There’s a darkness inside of me. How can a “being of light” have something dark inside?

DECEIT: Thomas, I never said you were perfect. You are human, and Patton said it earlier, humans are imperfect and flawed without exception. We are the living proof of your flaws. But that has nothing to do with what I said. You can have flaws and still be enlightening to anyone, because you don’t let your flaws overcome you and dominate you. And that’s one of the biggest virtues in itself that a human can have.

LOGAN: And Thomas, every human is part light and part darkness. Everyone is part good and part evil, only the proportions vary between individuals. Haven’t you seen the classic scene where a little angel and a little demon try to tempt some character into doing something good or something bad? That’s a representation of what lies within you and any other human being. There’s that dark entity and there’s a light entity, fighting to control you all the time.

THOMAS: Oh, yes… that Pluto cartoon was so good…

PATTON: And in your case, Thomas, look where the dark entity is, trapped, locked and repressed deep within you. That’s the proof that, in your case, you are a good person.

THOMAS: Thank you, guys… By the way… If the Dark Realm has that ruler… the Light Realm must also have a ruler. Who’s the ruler of the Light Realm? Do you guys know him?

ROMAN: Thomas, I think you should have guessed already.

VIRGIL: The ruler of the Light Realm… is you, of course.

THOMAS: What?

VIRGIL: I told you once already. You are the boss, Thomas. When I said it, I really meant it. You have control over all of us and you could, if you wanted, rule us and force us to do your will. Instead, you make a positive influence on us so that we change for the better on our own free will. You are in fact the only one that can counter the Dark Master’s influence. I’d say that you are even stronger than him, as you were able to manipulate the Mind Palace even on the Dark Realm, while he’s not even able to get out of his own realm.

THOMAS: This is a lot to process…

VIRGIL: Thomas, don’t let all of this overwhelm you. You’re still the same guy…

PATTON: [impersonating Timon from “The Lion King”] ...but with power!

VIRGIL: [frowns at Patton, then keeps talking] …and you must keep up being yourself. You have been doing great up until now, so keep up the good work. We will remain here to assist you, should you need us for anything. You are our Light Master, after all…

THOMAS: Please, don’t call me like that. I’m nobody’s Master. I just want to be Thomas, that’s all.

VIRGIL: [smiling] I knew you were going to say that. That’s why we love you, Thomas.

PATTON: Now the question is… what comes next?

ROMAN: Yes, what are we going to do to protect ourselves against them? I’ve always wanted to participate in a battle, but now that I see it in front of me… I don’t know if I’m ready to fight… Heck, I wasn’t even able to react to Wrath yelling at me and Patton had to save the show. In what position does that leave me as a knight? I feel like a fraud, like an operetta prince as Wrath called me…

THOMAS: Roman, please. If Wrath thinks that way about you, it’s because he doesn’t know you. He just caught you off-guard, like the rest of us. You shouldn’t feel ashamed of anything. You stood up and tried to defend us, and that’s what really counts. I’m still proud of you and you’re still my hero, Roman.

ROMAN: [moved] Thank you, Thomas.

THOMAS: And I’m also proud of you, Patton. Where did that nerve come from?

PATTON: Nobody talks about my children like that. When he became so nasty, I felt I had to teach him a lesson.

LOGAN: Where did you learn how to impersonate dogs that way?

PATTON: Um… It was no impersonation, Logan. It just came out of me. I felt my house threatened and it just came out naturally. Perhaps I’m part dog, just like Virgil is part panther and Deceit is part snake, who knows. I’ve never physically had that shape, except when I dressed as Pawton, but I wouldn’t mind being half a puppy.

ROMAN: It really would suit you, and that would just make you like ten times more adorable, right guys?

LOGAN: Right. I just hope you don’t overdo it and start calling us “puppies” instead of “kiddos”.

VIRGIL: He has called us so many things already, I wouldn’t care at all if he called us puppies, to be honest.

ROMAN: I really loved the shock in Wrath’s face when Patton slapped him.

PATTON: [smiling in anticipation] I guess he took out the… furry out of me.

[Logan cringes in disgust while the others laugh, including Deceit, for the first time with a non evil laugh]

LOGAN: I think I’m leaving, guys. Before Patton gets too overexcited. I don’t think I could handle too many of his puns today. [sinks down] Bye, guys. And best wishes, Joan.

JOAN: Bye!

PATTON: I’m gonna go rehearse my barking. Perhaps I can sound like a little puppy too, wouldn’t I be cute? [sinks down] Bye, kiddos!

THOMAS: Bye, Patton!

ROMAN: As for me, I’ll go practice some fencing. Next time, Wrath will know who’s the real knight in this castle. [sinks down] Bye!

THOMAS: Of course you will, Roman, see ya!

VIRGIL: Deceit, you can stay in my room if you want.

DECEIT: It’s okay, I can stay in Honesty’s room for the time being. After all, that’s my room too. But I wouldn’t mind coming over with you so we can talk about the old times. May I, old friend?

VIRGIL: Of course, old friend. [sinks down] Bye, Thomas.

THOMAS: Before you go, Deceit…

DECEIT: Yes?

THOMAS: I want to thank you for your help today. I don’t know if I’m good enough to deserve all the blessings that I’m receiving, but if you think so high of me, I’ll try to live it up to your expectations. And I’m happy to be able to call you a friend, at last.

DECEIT: [moved] Thank you, Thomas… [suddenly cold] But please, don’t act so sappy about me, okay?

HONESTY: [through Deceit’s body] He’s acting all tough, but he thinks he loves you too, Thomas.

DECEIT: [frowns] Don’t you ever sleep or something?

HONESTY: [giggling] Nope!

[Deceit groans and sinks down, but he smiles before disappearing off-screen]

JOAN: Well, I think I gotta go too, Thomas. I’ve got some things to write, and with all this commotion, I’ve lost a lot of time. Will you be okay?

THOMAS: I should be the one asking that question, Joan. Will Talyn and you be okay?

JOAN: Yes, I think so. I’m not gonna let two idiots ruin the rest of my day. They’re not worth it. Thank you for being such a good friend, Thomas.

THOMAS: [hugs Joan] Good friendship is repaid with good friendship Joan. Bye!

JOAN: Bye, Thomas!

[Joan goes off-screen and we hear the door opening and closing. Thomas approaches the camera]

THOMAS: Okay, time to get back to work. I was talking about the actinoids…

[realizes the camera was recording all of the time]

THOMAS: Oh, is this still recording? Oh… Well, in that case I think I’ve already got the video done… So, guys… um… life for LGBTQ people will unfortunately not be like a bed of roses all the time by no means, at least for the moment. There’s a lot of people who still don’t respect us. Luckily, we’re conquering more respect from people as time goes on, but there’s a lot to work on yet. If you ever feel endangered, or bullied for your gender or sexuality, ask for help. Find people you can trust, let them know about your problem and put yourselves safe as soon as you can. And don’t let them make you feel less than. Being LGBTQ is nothing bad or wrong, despite some ignorant opinions, so you don’t have to apologize for being who you are and living your life as you are. It’s them who are mistaken, not you, and you deserve to be happy and live your life in freedom. Until next time, take it easy, guys, gals and non-binary pals. Peace out!

[end card]

[Deceit and Virgil are in Virgil’s room, watching TV, eating some Cheetos and drinking some soda. They’re happily laughing]

VIRGIL: Oh, and you remember when Thomas crashed on that tree with his sled that day in the snow? Man, that was the fastest order of anxiety I had to deliver!

DECEIT: Yeah, poor Thomas, he couldn’t sit down for a week!

[They both laugh mischievously]

VIRGIL: [Suddenly smiling calmly] I really missed all of this. One of the only things I missed from the old days in the Dark Realm was having you as a friend. I missed you.

DECEIT: Me too, Virgil. You were my only friend.

VIRGIL: And you were my only friend too, Deceit. I’m so happy that you can get to know the rest of the Sides now.

DECEIT: I’d be glad…

[Deceit and Virgil smile at each other in silence for a couple of seconds]

WRATH: [off-screen] Now kiss!

[Deceit and Virgil get startled and look at where the voice is coming from]

VIRGIL: Wrath! What are you doing in my room!

WRATH: You know what? This place doesn’t look so bad. A little too clean, however, but when the Dark Master claims it in due time, it will be easy to redecorate.

VIRGIL: Dream on, Teddy Bear. You’ll never win.

WRATH: Don’t be so sure of that. You don’t know my Master’s power. It’s only a matter of time.

DECEIT: And you clearly don’t know our Master’s power. Don’t underestimate Thomas, he has what it takes to defeat you, no matter what you try.

VIRGIL: ...or how many times you try.

WRATH: We’ll see about that… [sinking down with a mocking voice] Sleep well, lovebirds…

[Virgil and Deceit look at the empty spot, then look at each other in silence with a serious face]

VIRGIL: [chill voice] Want some lemonade?

DECEIT: [equally chill voice] With a couple of ice cubes, thank you.

[like-a-bag-of-potatoes]

Forbidden Fruit

A/N: First attempt at Sons of Anarchy fanfiction. It's been awhile since i watched the show, so i'm sorry if my characters aren't in character. This is part one of ?? I have it plotted, but not really sure how many chapters it will take to get through it. Feedback is always appreciated. Thanks to my beta @thorne93. You rock.

Characters: Reader, Opie, Jax, Chibs (mentioned) and Casey (OMC)

Pairing: Eventual Jax x Reader

Warnings: Domestic abuse, language, angst. (i think that's it.)

Wordcount: 1640

Putting all under the cut since this is primarily a SPN blog

The fist collided with your face for the second time, this time hitting you square in the jaw, knocking you to the floor. It wasn't the first time he had beaten you, but it had never gotten to the point where he used his fists before. He was standing over you, yelling something you couldn't make out over the ringing in your ear. You fought hard against the tears that threatened, but you were determined not to give him the satisfaction.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you to your feet. “I'm sorry, baby, but you brought this on yourself,” his warm, alcohol covered breath fanned over your swollen face, and it made your stomach churn. “Now go to bed.”

You didn't dare question him, so off to bed you went. It didn't take long for him to join you, the bed dipping as he crawled in next to you. It was just a matter of time before he would pass out  and you could get away from his touch, knowing that almost nothing would pull him from sleep on night's like this.

An hour passed before you slid out of bed, his loud snores assuring you that he didn't notice. You stopped in front of the mirror in the hallway as you went to get your jacket, a split lip and a massive black eye, great.

You pulled the jacket around you as you stepped out into the cool night air, lighting a cigarette as you sat down. You knew you had to get out of here, this had been going on for far too long and it was only getting worse. Casey was a good boyfriend when you had first started dating, but now he got drunk every night and his anger got the best of him. It took some courage to call your best friend up, but you had no other choice, no other place to go.

“(Y/N)?” his voice groggy from sleep as he answered.

“Hey, Ope,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. You and Opie had been best friends for as long as you could remember, but  the two of you had drifted apart a little after he lost Donna and got dragged back into SAMCRO, and of course because of Casey.

“What's up?”

“Can you do me a favor? No questions asked?” you asked. Your whole body was shaking, scared of the consequences this would have for both you and the man inside the house.

“I can't promise that I won't ask questions, but I'm always here to help,” he assured. He was loyal to a fault, he always had your back no matter what else was going on in his life, and you loved him for it.

“Can you come pick me up? I need to get out of here, now, and I don't have anyone else to call.” Opie could hear your voice shaking and it filled him with worry.

“Of course. 10 minutes and I'm there.”

“Thank you, Ope.”

You lit up another cig as you waited for him to come, hoping that Casey wouldn't wake up, hoping that Ope wouldn't beat the living daylight out of him when he got here.

**  

The ride back to his house was quiet, uncomfortably so. You had been able to hide your bruises in the dark truck, but you knew that the minute you stepped into his house, all hell would break lose.

“You gonna tell me what all this is about?” he questioned as you followed him through the door and into the hallway.

“The kids home?” you asked. This was one conversation you didn't want them to hear.

“No, they’re with my mom. Why do you…” he stopped talking as he turned to look at you. It took him a moment to take in what exactly it was he was seeing, but when he realized what had happened anger clouded his features. Opie was your best friend and you knew he would never hurt you, but the man was a giant and when he was angry it felt like he grew even bigger. He pushed past you, nearly knocking you over as he headed back outside.

“Ope, please, just leave it,” you pleaded, tired of the violence. You just wanted this nightmare to be over, for the violence to stop.

“He's not getting away with this,” he bellowed into the night, not pausing his stride towards his bike. You ran after him, grabbing his hand just as he was ready to climb on.

“Please don't go. I don't want to be alone.”

He turned to look at you, his hazel eyes softening as they met yours. You could see the struggle in his mind. He wanted to kill the son of a bitch that hurt you, but at the same time you were hurting, and you needed him. You flinched as he reached out for you, even though you knew he would never hurt you, but it had become a reflex and you couldn't control it. He pulled you into him, wrapping his strong arms around you in a tight embrace, making you feel safe for the first time in a long time.

“He's not getting away with this,” he said softly, pressing his lips to your hair.

“I know,” you mumbled into his chest.

**

“I need to go pick up the kids, you gonna be okay here on your own?” Ope stuck his head through the door to the backyard where you were enjoying your morning coffee and a smoke. He had held you in his arms through the night, listening to you when you told him what had been going on, stroking your hair until you had finally fallen asleep.

“Yeah, I'll be fine,” you assured him.

You didn't know how long you sat outside, reveling in the feel of the morning sun on your face. There was a calm inside that you hadn't felt in awhile, the knowledge that you didn't have to go back to Casey was enough to start healing you.

“(Y/N). Long time no see.” The voice startled you, pulling you out of your thoughts. “What happened to your face?” Jax asked as he stopped in front of you, his smile replaced by a frown.

“I can ask you the same thing.” You smiled, pointing to the fading bruise under his right eye. Jax Teller. You couldn't remember a time when that man didn't make your heart speed up and butterflies erupt in your stomach. The two of you had always been friends, but however much you had wanted to you had never crossed the line into anything more. “It's good to see you, Jax.”

He sat down on the bench next to you, looking at you with those piercing blue eyes. “So you’re not gonna tell me?”

“No.”

“He did this to you didn't he? That pussy you've been dating.” It wasn't really a question, he already knew. He had never really liked the guy, but then again, he never really liked any guy you went out with.

“Doesn't matter. It's done and it's over.”

You sat for a moment and just looked at each other, Jax knew you well enough to know that you wouldn't talk unless you wanted to just as well as you knew that he wouldn't give up before he knew.

“Fine.” He finally broke the silence. “Have you at least told your father?” Jax knew that the moment Chibs got a hold of this information, Casey would be a dead man.

“I'm not gonna tell him, and neither are you.”

He was about to say something else when he got interrupted by your phone buzzing with a call. Before you could reach it, he snapped it up from the table, giving you that shit eating grin of his as he answered the phone.

“(Y/N)’s phone, Jax Teller speaking… Listen to me you little piece of shit. I'm gonna give you 24 hours to pack up all of your shit and get your coward ass out of Charming, or I will personally see to it that you will never be able to lay a hand on another woman. Are we clear? Good.” Jax handed you your phone back with a satisfied look on his face. “Problem solved.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

You knew that you could have walked into the SAMCRO clubhouse with that black eye of yours and have everyone there on Casey’s ass in a heartbeat, perks of being the daughter of a full patched member, or the downside, depending on the situation.

Your dad had always tried to keep you away from the club, much to your appreciation, but there was no way to avoid it completely, especially after Jax and Ope got patched in. You used to hang around the club more when you were younger, pining over Jax, heartbroken when he didn't notice you, or when he took another girl back to his dorm. You knew that there was no way your father would ever condone a relationship between you and a member anyway, so you stopped hanging out there. And that's when you met Casey, the reason for your black eye.

“Ope around?” Jax asked, pulling you from your current trail of thoughts.

“No, he went to pick up the kids at Mary’s. He didn't say when he would be back,” you explained. You got up from the bench you had sat on all morning and stretched your hands above your head, not noticing Jax eying you.

“Well then,” he said, getting up aswell. “I got to go, but if you need anything, or if that scumbag tries to contact you again, give me a call alright?” He placed one hand on your hip and leaned in to give you a chaste kiss on your cheek before saying his goodbyes.

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PART TWO