#bikers against child abuse

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Bikers Against Child Abuse was founded in 1995 by a Native American child psychologist whose ride name is Chief, when he came across a young boy who had been subjected to extreme abuse and was too afraid to leave his house. He called the boy to reach out to him, but the only thing that seemed to interest the child was Chief’s bike. Soon, some 20 bikers went to the boy’s neighborhood and were able to draw him out of his house for the first time in weeks.

Chief’s thesis was that a child who has been abused by an adult can benefit psychologically from the presence of even more intimidating adults that they know are on their side. “When we tell a child they don’t have to be afraid, they believe us,” Arizona biker Pipes told azcentral.com. “When we tell them we will be there for them, they believe us.”

Links the International BACA Chapters: United States Canada Australia Belgium Denmark Germany Spain France Italy Netherlands Iceland Austria Greece New Zealand Portugal Sweden United Kingdom Switzerland B.A.C.A’s Byline: “Keepers of the Children.”

[phoenix-reburned]

One of the bikers against child abuse bikers is in my workplace rn and I feel bad but I am literally so excited like I've already told him how amazing the work he does is and how awesome they are and how much I love them but God okay as an abused child these guys are fucking saints and if I could give them a discount I would okay

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

the bikers against child abuse post has me realizing that this is probably the same psychological mechanism that has zcl latch onto zzs of all people. zcl experienced extreme trauma and saw his family massacred before his eyes. he latches onto a guy who doesnt seem like much but is in fact one of the most terrifying people in jianghu and who just wants to gather merit to reincarnate well

[gaddaboutgriffon]

Oh I remember referencing these guys in one of my DPxDC posts.

Source 

[uluruanarchist]

in case any of you lot need this.

[fearformuninn]

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[jhscdood]

My father-in-law just passed away.

Haven't talked about it on here because, well. He was the type of person who was a model citizen in public and an absolute monster in private. And it's a hard thing to condense everything that entails down into a single 19-word sentence. Because you feel like you have to include every detail, but at the same time, good lord, those details.

So.

The funeral is next week, so we'll be traveling home for that. Braced for all the well-wishers who only knew his Public Face to share their sympathies and give their condolences. Focusing on the fact his pain IS gone, and he IS at peace, and now hopefully the rest of the family can begin to heal from everything his pain and discord did.

If you are living with a person like this, please know it is not your fault, and you CAN get out. Here are some resources:

The National Domestic Violence Hotline  (US) - 1 (800) 799-7233

Out of the Fog (guide for dealing with narcissists)

Book: Why Does He Do That? Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men, by Lundy Bancroft (the best 9 bucks you'll ever spend)

Book: Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents: How to Heal from Distant, Rejecting, or Self-Involved Parents, by Lindsay C. Gibson

If you’d like to help offset some of this week’s funeral-travel costs, my Ko-Fi is ko-fi.com/therapygolems

If donating to a rando on the internet feels hinky to you (fair!), please consider donating to Bikers Against Child Abuse.  

[futuremrscameron]

biker!pogue reader x rafe

content warnings: rafe is his own warning honestly, mentions of drugs/drug abuse, heavily implied mental illness, mentions of child abuse, referenced murder, stalking, frued level mommy issues, blood, physical violence, abandonment issues, rafe is a freak, toxic relationships, smut, ignoring red flags for a hot man, dubious age gap (not between biker!pogue and rafe)

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she’s jj’s role model/surrogate older sister (the pogues love her too)

lived in obx her whole life before moving to the mainland at 16 to become a professional motorcyclist. jj cried so hard that day but if you ask him about it he will deny deny deny.

she’s known him since he was a baby, often having to look after him when he found his way to the porch of his non-baby proofed home while luke was still sleeping off his hangover

her parents were very startled when she brought home a random white baby

"mommy look what i found?"

"what's that baby-"

while her parents are freaking out trying to contact luke through officers shoupe and sheriff peterkins she's playing peek-a-boo with a one year old jj.

after that incident she became his unofficial guardian, walking him to school, teaching him important life hacks like how to pick a lock (for when his bike or locker gets stuck or how he he uses it later for less legal activities)

gave him his first dirtbike and thought him how to ride it

her home is his home, a second place to stay while luke is on one of his benders or in a mood

she make sure he does his homework (not so great at that part)

only three years older than the jj and the pogues (jj doesn't realize how wild it is that a seven year old was walking his four year old self to school until he's like 13)

she's always wearing a leather jacket, always, she's got a shit ton of them

loooooooves racing. got a bicycle at 5, a dirt bike at 13, and a motorcycle at 14 (got it by working at a mechanic shop and pimping an old ride)

her parents weren’t too thrilled about her getting into racing and tried their best to keep her away from it but after she started working as a mechanic and staying out later and later they knew that giving her their blessing and safety rules was the best way to avoid the worst possible outcome

she loves jj more than anything in the world, more than racing but she would never tell him that cause she knows he’ll be so annoying about it.

an eleven year old jj follows her as she gets on her motorcycle and revs the engine. he puts and presses his hands together as he begs, “please please please please.”

“like hell jayj that’s no place for a kid, and isn’t it a school night?”

jj stayed over most of the time he basically lived with her. she often drove him to school before buying him his first dirt bike.

he pouts, “i promise i’ll get up in time please! pleeeeeeaaaaaaaaassssse.”

“fine!”

he grins and jumps up and down excitedly. “but you have to promise not to leave my side before the race and stay with bobby during.”

he groans dramatically, she tries not to coo and pinch his cheek. “awww come on!”

she crosses arms and muster up your best stern expression. “or i can have mom pick you up.”

he pouts. “fine.”

she’s sarcastic as hell like almost annoyingly so. can’t answer someone’s question without being sarcastic

she loves trashy tv (lifetime movies, tlc shows, etc, etc,)

gets arrested for street racing a lot

“c’mon sheriff peterkins you got the wrong girl.” she sits on the bench leans against the wall, pouting at the woman across from her.

the sheriff rolls her eyes. “save it, i already called your parents.”

all semblance of innocence is gone as she she stands up and rushes to the bars. “what the fuck!?”

“language!” shoupe calls from his office

also been arrested for fighting luke maybank

when she opened the door and saw jj with a black eye and busted lip she already knew. she marches towards the maybank residence, jj following close behind her. he's crying.

"please don't."

she stomps ahead, pace unrelenting not even waiting for jj's short twelve year-old legs to catch up. "go back home jj" she knocks on the door like a cop. the door opens. “what the fu-”

he’s on the floor before he can even blink.

she looks up at the failing light in her cell, now sporting a black eye herself. sheriff peterkins hangs up the phone and looks at her. she sighs. "i can't say that anyone feels bad for that man... but i'm sorry you had to do that."

biker!pogue doesn't say anything, just look down at her hands shaking. the reality of what she's done finally sinks in and her hands can't stop shaking. "he begged me not to and i did it anyway. he told me to stop." she looks down at her hands on her lap. they're still bloody and bruised. it's not hers. "how am i any better than him?" she cries, hands over her mouth to cover her sobs. "i made it worse. god i- he's gonna hurt him because of me." sheriff peterkins gets up from her chair, "now that is not true. you don’t know that and what he does is not on you. do you hear me? it’s not your fault."

"but it is!" she cries, body curling in on itself as she sobs. sheriff peterkins frowns, her heart aches for the girl, guilt eats at her but there's nothing she can do to ease her pain.

on a happier note, shes queer!

her gay awakening was mercedes varnado

her and jj LOVE wrestling. he would come over and watch it with her all the time

they’d talk about the cool moves and costumes and she stared at mercedes for longer than she found out was “normal” for straight girls

jj’s the first person she comes out to

she was scared he would look at her different or not wanna be around her anymore

she was only seventeen when she took him to a diner. they drank milkshakes and talked about everything from school to what new half illegal the pogues were up to.

“sounds cool baby bird.” he blushes at the childish nickname, “come on i’m not a kid anymore.” she pouts, “come on you’ll always be my baby bird.”

“yeah but i’m like a teenager now you know. it’ll ruin my street cred.”

she bites her lip trying to hold in a laugh. “of course. i won’t call you that anymore.”

“no! i mean…” he toys with his straw suddenly very interested in his empty glass. she knows he tends to avoid eye contact when stressed. she read online that it’s a trauma response. her hand balls into a fist at the thought of that man.

“i like it i just mean you know it would be kept for when it’s just us.”

her heart squeezes at the sight of boy before her. he’s become so emotionally mature these days, shes thankful that he’s not showing signs of being an asshole like hiss dad. he’s grown up so much, he used to only come up to her waist but now they’re the same height.

she smiles, “totally.” he grins, proud of this huge accomplishment that she knows he’s probably spent days rehearsing how to bring it up to her.

“um speaking of i um actually brought you here to tell you something important. i was a little scared if i’m being honest.” she chuckles but jj sees through her tough exterior. she hates/loves that he can.

he holds her hand, “you know you can tell me anything.”

she nods, “yeah um gosh this shouldn’t be so hard.” she chuckles nervously. “um-” she meets his eyes. “jj. i’m…gay”

he looks shocked. “oh.”

she feels her stomach twist. “good oh or bad oh?”

“good oh. sorry didn’t mean to scare you i’m glad you told me. i love you all that stuff.” she laughs at his attempt as casualness. “so you don’t like guys?” she shakes her head, “no i do i just also like girls.”

he looks shocked, “you can do that!?” she laughs, “yeah bud you can do that.” he nods. “cool.”

he looks deep in thought and she smiles. she debates telling him but decided not to. he’s a smart kid he’ll figure it out soon.

she and rafe are exes (kind of)

they officially met during one of the boneyard parties. the key word is “officially”, they’ve seen each other around before but never officially met until later (pre-s1)

one spilled drink on her shirt leads to a conversation which leads to them making out in his car. they’re a bundle of hands and kisses, she’s on his lap alternating between biting his lip and kissing his neck. he pulls back first to admire her. the moonlight seems extra bright that night, illuminating her in the car. no one can tell rafe that it’s not a sign that she’s an angel (despite her personality).

“you’re beautiful. you don’t know how long i’ve been thinking about this. you. i’ve seen you race. you’re so beautiful.” she presses a finger to his lip.

“rafe.”

“yeah?”

“shut up and kiss me.”

“okay.”

their height difference is perfect. he’s 6’2, she’s 5’0. i love a good height difference idc idc. especially if it’s a tiny girl who talks like she’s a giant.

it was love at first sight for rafe

the final bell had rung throughout kildare academy, ushering in summer break. rafe rushed out of his class, his bag already packed and on his back. he ran past teachers and students alike, not bothering to say excuse me. he ignores sarah’s call for him to watch where he’s going and be considerate of others. he laughs as he collides with his two best friends, kelce and topper.

one outside they hear the revving of a motorcycle. the rider comes into view as they stop in front of the sidewalk. the biker parks and gets off, leaning against the bike like they’re waiting for someone.

kelce whistles at the mystery figure, topper looks confused, and rafe is intrigued.

“kelce, you don’t even know if it’s a girl.”

“are you kidding me? look at that figure.”

“okay well they’re on private property.”

“they’re on the sidewalk top.”

“yeah but-”

rafe ignores the duo, still entranced by the biker. they’re all brought back to reality when kiara, a former pogue and sarah’s newest friend, brushes past them.

topper frowns and calls after her, “hey watch where you’re going kie!”

she doesn’t even look back as she flicks him off “fuck off top you have no room to talk!”

a nearby teacher calls for her to watch her language but she’s already at the sidewalk and hugging the motorcyclist.

someone nearby says what rafe’s thinking, “kie knows her?” he’s so intrigued he might see if sarah knows anything. a mini crowd has formed while other pass them to head home or to the beach for the summer.

kiara backs up and the helmet comes off. a girl.

“i told you she’s a girl. pay up.”

“we didn’t bet asshole.”

the same teacher tells topper to watch his language.

her deep brown skin is flushed from the summer heat and being trapped under that helmet for god knows how long. her micro braids are up in a clip safe for a few strands. she smiles at kiara with all the fondness of a long lost friend. rafe finds himself wishing he was on the receiving end of that radiant smile. she’s rubs kiara’s arms and frowns as she says something he can’t quite make out before taking off her leather jacket and puts it over kiara’s shoulders. ‘a leather jacket in this weather?’ rafe decides she’s insane, beautiful but insane. with the leather jacket off he can finally see her arms and he feels faint. her arms. his eyes scan further down to her chest sweat cascading down and sitting in the space between her-

“hello! earth to rafe!” sarah’s voice breaks him out of his leering.

he rolls his eyes trying to see the pretty motorcyclist behind his sister who's blocking the view. he catches one last glimpse of them before they speed off.

he sighs and drags his hand across his face, "i already know where this is going and the answer's no." he pushes past her and heads to (ward's) his car.

she follows after him ranting about how important it is that she doesn't miss the party from the moment they get in the car until they reach tannyhill.

if he asks about kiara's new friend with the motorcycle that's his business.

biker!pogue sees him when he pushes past her at barry’s

she parks in front of the familiar trailer and turns her engine off. she takes off the helmet and is hit by the overwhelming familar smell of weed.

"jesus christ." she mumbles as she places her helmet on the left handlebar. she adjusts her black and gray striped skirt and graphic tee crop top. maybe she’s wearing a push-up bra to get a better deal but that’s her business. the leather jacket doesn’t stick to her skin since it’s twice her size.

there's screaming from inside that grows louder as she gets closer. before she can knock the door whips open nearly hitting her in the face. 'fucking assholes.'

"hey you almost hit me with the door you di-" the word dies on her tongue when she sees a flustered, manic looking blonde. he's definitely a kook, the polo gives him away. he brushes his messy hair back and stops past her and gets on his dirt bike. they lock eyes one last time before he puts his helmet on and speeds away.

time stands still as she tries to piece together where she knows him from.

“yo princess peach!” she looks back to see barry looks down at her standing at his steps. she rolls her eyes at the nickname and enters the trailer.

“unhappy customer care bear?” he frowns at the nickname

he glares at her “how many times i gotta tell you to stop calling me that? fucks with my street cred.” she snorts and flops down on his couch, “i’ll stop when you stop calling me princess peach.”

he sits down next to her. “see that’s actually cute, and it fits. look at you with your pink fucking bike looking like a princess.”

she smiles, “flattery will get you nowhere barry.”

she stands up and walks to his stash, he shrugs. “worth a shot. what do you want?”

she looks through his stuff, “the usual. plus some info.”

he smirks, “info? you been watching too many cop shows peach. i ain’t a rat.” he lights joint and takes a hit as he watches her grab what she’s looking for.

“not ratting anyone out, just wanna know who that guy was. the one that stormed out of here.”

he frowns, “country club? ah don’t worry ‘bout him.”

she sits down next to him and grabs the joint from him before he takes another hit. she takes a hit, “he’s a kook bear, i don’t wanna see you go down for selling to some rich punk cause he mouthed off to you and you laced his shit.”

he throws his head back, “that was one fucking time.”

“i’m interested, what happened to your no kook rule. and what were you two screaming about.”

“he wanted some shit i didn’t have you know how it goes.”

she nods. “tale as old as time.” she takes another hit. “what was it?”

he looks at her and laughs, “damn nancy drew you want his social security too?” he takes the joint from her.

she rolls her eyes, “fuck you. i just know you don’t let anyone talk to you crazy so i thought he was someone special.”

he grins, “he’s got deep pockets aight? you done asking questions? you’re fuckin’ with my high.”

she stands up and takes off the leather jacket, throwing it at his face, “fuck you.” she leaves the trailer and gets on her bike.

“come back again soon!”

if you ask her she'll tell you she barely remembers him cause he made that little of an impact (liar)

their vibes are very much ‘me and my girl don’t argue she tells me to shut the fuck up and i listen’ and ‘my girl’s mad at me. hope i die.’

one of his worse crashouts was the first time she dumped him

jj came over as he usually does. he wanted it to be a surprise, she’d been working at the mechanic’s damn near every day. he came by with her favorite snacks and the dvd for the jersey shore’s first complete season. instead he’s met with rafe’s tongue down her throat.

“what the fuck!?”

“jayj!?”

“so should i go or?”

jj chases a half naked rafe across the backyard.

you know that episode in the boondocks when grandad gets addicted to weed and huey asks him to choose between weed and them and grandad without hesitation chooses weed? yeah that’s how their breakup went down.

birthed this iconic voicemail. she listens to it and laughs when she's feeling down

barry has to listen to rafe cry about how “that damn kid ruined it” and how he was gonna “really do it this time” after doing another line

he’s even more crushed when she leaves obx for the mainland to pursue her dream of becoming a famous racer

like he’s proud and happy for her but he’s absolutely crushed

“i mean i knew it was coming but i mean she just left!” he does another line. “didn’t even say goodbye like who the fuck does that? thought we had something you know?”

barry scratches his head, “so you gonna be here a while or…?”

she comes back to obx at the beginning of s2 when tensions between the pogues and kooks (mainly rafe) are at an all time high throwing rafe off his game even more

rafe finds out she’s back in town through sources (kelce) and immediately gets on his bike to go to her. ward is not happy with this especially since it’s right rafe said they should kill all the pogues who know what he did. he watches race switch gears and hop on his bike.

“rafe. rafe where they hell are you going!? we’re having a conversation right now.

rafe shakes his head and grins. “she’s back.”

“who? no. no, rafe-” ward knows how bad he got last time she was in the picture does not want history repressing itself. rafe revs the engine and puts on his helmet.

“i gotta go.”

ward steps up to him, placing a soft but firm hand on his chest. “no. hey! rafe no, you are already in deep shit i can’t protect you if you keep doing stupid shit.”

rafe knows he’s disappointing his father, it pains him but he wants to make it better. he can’t do that without her. “i’m sorry.”

rafe takes off.

“rafe! goddamit…”

she’s pissed when she finds out he’s been terrorizing jj and the pogues

rafe’s at the country club with kelce and topper when he sees her again for the first time. though their reunion did not go the way he envisioned it

she tells him if he ever lays a hand on jj again she’ll kill him (he nearly cums on the spot)

their arguments are awkward for third parties because they always go from screaming and angry to intense staring and close talking

he hears her before he sees her. "rafe!"

he perks up at the sound of her voice, at first he thinks it's the coke or his mind playing tricks on him but he hears it again. "rafe! i know you're in there asshole open up!"

barry opens the door and pulls her in. "goddamn girl! the fuck's the matter with you? banging on my door like fuckin' twelve at five in the fuckin' morning."

she tugs her arm out of his grip, "fuck you." she looks at rafe, her rage disappears as they lock eyes, replaced by grief.

“angel?” she stands in front of him, hands on her hips like a disappointed mother. “what the fuck rafe? you've been harassing jj and his friends again and don't try to deny it i know you have.”

“what?”

"don't play dumb either. i knew you were an asshole but what the fuck? you tried to kill sarah!"

he frowns at the mention of his sister. "no, no she provoked me."

"i don't give a fuck! she's your sister what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"what the fuck's wrong with me?" he stands up nearly knocking over the table, barry tells him to chill but he's not listening he gets in her face, "what the fuck's wrong with you? you just leave without saying goodbye and act like i don't exist when you come back? who does that?"

she doesn’t back then though his close proximity sends chills down her spine. “this isn’t about me.”

he chuckles but there’s no humor in his tone. “almost everything i do is about you.”

the two of them stare into each other's eyes, a mutual understanding between them, everything else falls into the background. barry’s just standing there like ‘🧍🏻‍♂️’ “so are we going or…”

speaking of the men in her life pissing her off, jj showing her his gun does not go own well

“what the hell is wrong with you!?” her arms are crossed, standing up and looking down at the boy in front of her. he doesn’t say anything. “that’s not a rhetorical question jj i actually wanna know.”

“you actually wanna know?”

“yes!”

“and why would you give a shit? huh!? you’re barely around!”

“that’s not fair jj.”

“no who’s not fair is you leaving me here! what’s not fair is you fucking hooking up with at psycho rafe cameron after all he’s done to us! what’s not fair is you trying to play big sister like nothing’s changed!”

“jj!”

he stands up and gets in her face, he’s no longer the little boy she walked to school. “i don’t need your lectures, i don’t need your advice, and i definitely don’t need you anymore.”

she feels her heart shatter into a million pieces as he walks away.

his two triggers are being called a murderer (true) and being told she would never love a monster like him

when he meets up with sarah at the dock she tells him that biker!pogue deserves better than him and how she hopes locking him away for what he’s done will help her realize that

she picks him up from jail when ward “dies”

he knows something’s wrong when he sees her. she throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tight.

“i’m so sorry rafe.” he wraps his arms around her waist on the ride home. she gives his hand a reassuring squeeze at every red light. by the time they reach tannyhill the last of the boat wreckage is being removed from the water.

“rafe?” wheezie stands at the sliding glass door holding herself up. "wheeze-" she runs over to him and hugs him, crying in his arms. he's taken by surprise but quickly adjusts, wrapping his hands around her.

rose comes looking for wheezie and finds the trio outside. rose sees biker!pogue and confusion flashes in her eyes, but it's quickly covered up by the pain of loss and disappears back into the house.

she ends up staying at tannyhill for "moral support"

"really i don’t wanna intrude.” rose chuckles as she brings in pillows to rafe's room, "please, the way rafe talks about you? you're practically family."

rafe and her have a much needed heart to heart

they lay side by side looking up at the ceiling. “i want you to stay." she looks at him. he's already looking at her. she brushes his cheek with her thumb, he leans into the touch. "i'll stay as long as you want." she gives him a soft smile. he stares at her for a minute, deliberating. he kisses her.

deep down she knows it's coming but it still catches her off-guard. she knows this won't help him. it will probably make him worse, but she does it anyway. she kisses him back. they're suddenly sitting up, both on their knees he shrinks himself so she's above him as he chases after her lips. her grip on his face is soft but firm, she pulls away first. “rafe."

he looks close to tears, "please.” he nuzzles against her hand, "i'll be good."

that breaks her heart. she nods, "you don't need to be with me."

he kisses her on the cheek. jaw. eye. neck. shoulder. wrist.

she cradles his face and kisses him deeply.

he moans. he's halfway in her lap as their kissing grows more frantic and heated. his hand moves down her shorts, she gasps.

"tell me i'm good."

she grips the sheer with one hand and his hair with the other. "you're so good rafe."

he speeds up his movement at that, making note of her shortness of breath and tightening grip. "yeah?" his breath is hot against her neck,

she nods and meets his gaze. "yeah." he kisses her again, her moans swallowed by him.

he likes it, keeping them for himself.

she grips his shoulder and shudders against him. they both breathe heavily. she looks at him looks down. he follows her line of sight. he looks back up, at her lips then meeting her eyes.

“you don’t have to-”

she pushes him down and straddles his hips. “be a good boy and stay quiet yeah?” he nods.

probably the closest he’s come to seeing heaven. (pun half intended)

she bumps into sarah in the kitchen that night

sarah jumps and nearly drops her glass when she turns around and sees biker pogue!reader behind her. she chuckles, "sorry, didn't mean to scare you." sarah shrugs, "not scared, just startled."

it's awkward. "um i just came for some water so." she grabs a bottle from the fridge and gives sarah one last parting glance. "i'm sorry for your loss."

sarah looks like she wants the floor to swallow her whole. like she's just been reminded of her father's grizzly death. 'great nice going' she thinks to herself. "sorry, again. um bye." she turns to leave and beats herself up for her awkwardness and poor choice of words. the idea of rafe's sisters not liking her makes her stomach feel weird.

"you should stay away from rafe." she stops in her tracks and turns around, "what?" sarah walks up to her slowly, "he's not a good person. you don't know him, the things he's done-" "

"i know." sarah backs up, eyes squinted and lips pursed like she's just been told aliens are real. "i know he killed sheriff peterkins, i know-" she swallows, "i know he tried to kill you."

sarah's face falls, she looks betrayed. "you know?"

biker pogue!reader reaches out to her but sarah pulls back. "sarah i'm sorry and i know he's unpredictable but-" sarah's voice rises, "then you know what he's capable of."

she nods, "i do." sarah shakes her head, "love makes us all stupid huh?" usually she would deny it but this time she says "yeah, yeah it does." sarah doesn't look angry or betrayed anymore. this time the look she gives her is one of pity and understanding. she hugs her, "be careful." she leaves her with much to think about.

she can't blame sarah for not wanting to be around rafe right now but she still feels

“sarah left. i’m trying to keep the family from falling apart she just- she doesn’t get it!” he’s yelling but she knows it’s not from rage but regret and heartbreak? how did they get here? did the resentment start?

“i don’t know how to make her get it i don’t know what to do.” he cries into his hands.

she rubs his shoulder, “hey she just needs some space, and that’s not your job. you’re trying your best. you’re a good guy rafe.”

he stares, to anyone else it would look cold but she knows he’s contemplating her words, struggling to believe them. he kisses her. she blinks slowly, “rafe…”

he pushes himself away from her walking to the other side of the room. “i’m sorry.”

she moves towards him. “hey no it’s fine i- i wanted you to kiss me.”

his eyebrows furrow, deeply confused. whether it’s by her acceptance of him or the kiss she doesn’t know. “you did?”

“i mean it’s probably a bad time now but yeah i’ve been wanting to kiss you since i got back.”

he nods stiffly and leaves the room. she’s left standing there more confused than ever.

when he’s working with lambry and her brother biker!pogue notices that he’s slightly more put together and while she wants to know why she doesn’t wanna pressure him into telling her

she’s in his room chilling when he comes bursting in telling her he has the cross

“that’s not all is there?” he hates that she knows him so well, he shakes his head and sniffs. “no uh no there’s more.”

she nods, “okay, do you wanna tell me?”

he shakes his head, “i’m scared you’ll look at me differently.”

“i highly doubt that, i know a lot of shit about you and none of it has scared me away.”

he looks at her like she’s just told him she’s found atlantis. he’s trying to compute why she does. why stay with him when he’s like this? he needs to know. “you won’t after this?” he grabs her by the wrist and pulls her off the bed dragging her outside to the truck.

“rafe what is your problem!” she knows it’s not coke, last he used was the day after ward’s death when he came to her with his theory about rose hiding something. “you’ll see.” he opens the truck and she sees the body, she almost falls to the ground.

“wh- what is this? what- where’s that lady is- wait this is-”

“the guy that was here the other day.” she looks at him, there’s no fear in her eyes but shock and confusion. “you didn’t do it.”

he tilts his head, “why do you think that?” she looks at the body again, “i don’t know. you seem more disturbed by this than peterkins. it’s not adrenaline though it’s�� was it her?”

he’s always amazed by how smart she is. he nods. “okay.”

she hears screaming coming from downstairs and by the time she gets there she sees sarah in a chair passing out

she runs to her, pushing rose out of the way to check on her. “sarah? sarah honey answer me.” she looks back at rose and rafe, disgust and anger in her eyes as she cries. “what did you do?”

rose reaches out to her but her hand is quickly slapped away. “you drugged your own daughter?” rose has the decency to look ashamed while rafe just stares unflinching in his resolve. she turns to rafe, “it’s not too late you can still stop this you can do the right thing-”

rafe turns to rose, “take her to the car, i’ll clean it up.” rose nods while biker!pogue looks at him, “clean it up? rafe that’s a person! you can’t just-” suddenly there’s a pinch feeling in her neck. she turns to rose who’s holding a needle.

she looks remorseful but that doesn’t change anything.

biker!pogue sluggishly turns to rafe, “you dick.” she tries to swing at him but is too slow. he catches her before she falls and sits her gently on the chair across from sarah.

“i’m sorry. i hope you can forgive me.” she blinks twice before she’s consumed by darkness.

when she wakes up on the ship and sees ward she thinks she's dead

she hears about their plan with the cross and thinks it's idiotic

"rafe your dad faked his death, rose fucking drugged me and sarah, and wheezie's scared out of her fucking mind. nothing about any this is normal!"

“this just makes you look worse cause you know all this and you’re still dating me.”

“bitch!?”

he's right though

rafe refuses to let her come with him when they're lured to that room and tells her to stay put

"fuck you i'm coming with you!"

"like hell you are!"

"rafe-"

"i need you to stay here, watch over wheezie." she frowns, not liking the thought of leaving him but understanding him. she nods.

he kisses her forehead and leaves.

she doesn't listen, which is how she finds herself on the upper deck leaning over the railing looking down at kiara and jj fighting off a hired soldier

she sees jj fall overboard and it breaks her

she thinks she screams but it’s hard to tell with her ears ringing. kiara immediately jumps after him and she finds herself loving the girl even more. she runs down to the deck, the man that hurt jj is still on the floor getting his barring back from that kick to the chest kiara delivered. she punches him in the face and he's back down.

she stomps on his wrist, the one holding the machete. "you like beating up on kids? huh!? makes you feel big and bad?" she doesn't wait for a reply, she kicks him in the side once, twice, three times. while he’s dissociated and groaning in pain she grabs the machete and repeatedly brings it down in a blind rage. over and over and over. blood splashes on her face, jolting her back to reality.

she sits there and for what feels like forever

rafe finds her after what feels like forever. she jumps at first before she realizes it’s him. he holds her shoulders softly holding her against his chest.

he hold her at arms length getting a good look at her. he looks at her hands. she balls them into fists. “they’re not mine.” she doesn’t meet his eyes, staring ahead at nothing.

“i know. i don’t care about any of that though i’m just happy you’re okay.” he hugs her. “i thought i lost you.”

he keeps talking but all she can make out is "cross" "pogues" and “alive”.

she looks down at her hands. they're bloody and bruised but they don't shake. rafe holds them in his hands, “hey it’s okay. you’re okay.” she shakes her head, letting out a mumbled whine

“i was angry.” her voice comes out shaky. “my-my body just…. moved.”

“whatever he did the fucker had it coming.”

she looks up at him and stares like she’s finally seeing him for the first time. “no-”

“he hurt you didn’t he?”

she shakes her head, troubled by his deduction. “he hurt jj.”

“like i said, deserved.”

she pushes him away, “they were right about you. you’re dangerous. you’re not even fucking flinching at the sight of- of a- a fucking dead guy. how could you look at me like i’m-i’m-” an angel. “i killed someone rafe! do you get that!? i’m a monster!”

“hey!” he snaps gaining the attention of his family and some workers.

he lowers his voice, “don’t say that okay? you’re not a monster. you did something a lot of people would do in the same situation.”

she shakes her head “no.”

he nods, “yes, hey!” he grips her face, stop shaking your head it’s true. now you listen to me, you’re a good person okay? this, this moment doesn’t represent you. doesn’t change shit so don’t go wasting your tears on him okay?”

she nods, sobs turning to sniffling. he brings her in for a hug, she cries into his chest. he looks up and sees rose staring down at them in shock and fear. he holds her closer and kisses her head. “it’s okay. i’ll protect you.”

three nights later the boat is close to shore when he realizes there is actually something that could be the final nail in their relationship (a kryptonite)

they’re lying in bed she’s facing away from him but his arms are wrapped around her waist.

“if jj's dead i'll never forgive you." he stills and looks at her back. he kisses her shoulder. he knows she means it.

things are tense between them until he gets back from singh

she’s patching him up when he tells her about his journey and the pogues being alive

“jj’s alive.”

she stops sewing. “how do you know?”

he grimaces from the pain of the last sew and pull, “kiara was there. we escaped together and she fucking pushed me overboard and stole my boat to save her scooby doo gang.”

she smiles at this, “smart girl.”

he frowns, “whose side are you on?”

“stop frowning your face will get stuck like that.”

when jj comes back to obx their reunion is a tearful one.

she hugs him so tight eyes wide as takes in his scent. she pulls back first to get a good look at him, checking him for any injuries. he smiles, "i know." she knocks her forehead against his, "don't do anything stupid like that again." he lets out a wet laugh, "no promises."

one of the reasons biker!pogue "ignores" his red flags is that he’s unfortunately a good boyfriend (if you don’t look to deeply)

he bought her a diamond encrusted lighter for her birthday

with some of the money he owed barry

he got her a necklace with the letter 'R' so that he’s “always close to her heart”

it’s only after their second breakup that she finds out it’s a tracker

biker!pogue after pulling up to the country club: i’m not a fucking dog rafe! so what the fuck possessed you to put fucking tracker on me!

kelce and topper: i’m sorry what?

after their second breakup caused by rafe melting the cross he became in her words “more annoying” (dear reader he was stalking her)

“rafe! i know you’re in there open the fuck up!”

rafe starts coughing uncontrollably. barry pats his back while staring at him in disgust and an undertook of concern. “yo chill man it’s just princess peach. yo peach! calm down yeah-” rafe covers his mouth. barry pushes his hand away. “the fuck’s wrong with you man all that coke finally fuck up your head!?”

rafe glares at him “i didn’t want her to know anyone’s here much less me and your dumbass ruined that!”

“first off you’re not gonna call me a dumbass in my home, and second who’s the real dumbass, the man that didn’t know there was beef between you two and said what’s up to an old friend? or the man who doesn’t want to be found and came to the place everyone knows he hangs at?”

rafe frowns, “well when you put it like that-”

“you look dumb as hell? yeah i know.” he gets up and move stop the door. rafe starts freaking out grabbing at his hand. “what are you doing!?” “calm down man. i’m serious act like you got some sense or i’m kicking you the fuck out.”

“barry i know you’re in there!”

barry sighs, “i’m comin’ peach.”

“don’t fucking answer her!?” rafe whisper yells from his hiding spot behind the couch’s left arm.

barry stares him down, trying to figure out when he made thee move from his couch to that corner and how he didn’t make any noise. “look country club whatever you did to makes her mad you probably deserve.”

“don’t!”

barry opens the door and is met with a smiling biker!pogue. “thank you bear.” she turns her attention to a poorly hidden rafe. “rafe cameron what the fuck problem? is it the coke? you wanna die? i’m just tryna figure out what made you lose your goddamn mind and put a fucking tracker on my bike.”

rafe stands up and sits on the couch like a scorned child. barry’s mouth falls open in shock, “a tracker man? what the fuck? why not just call her!”

“we broke up.”

“she blocked me on everything.”

the exes stare at each other for a couple seconds. barry clears his throat, very uncomfortable with the tension.

rafe crosses his arms, “how’d you find it?”

she sends him a knowing look.

he scoffs and scratches at his upper lip. pope. that fucking pogue.”

“hey! watch it! i’m not your concern anymore. i don’t need to give you updates on my location and you have no right to put a fucking tracker on me.”

he stands up and steps up to her. “how else am i supposed to protect you?”

barry tries to make space between them, “woah okay man how bout we all chill?”

biker!pogue scoffs and steps closer, “no fuck that. what part of ‘we’re done.’ did you not get?”

rafe pretends to think of an answer, lips pursed and furrowed brows. “um the part where it’s fucking stupid cause i didn’t even do anything.”

she points a manicured finger in his face. “you know what you fucking did rafe!”

“why do you always take their side?” the veins in rafe’s neck are bulging.

“oh where we go again!”

barry wonders if this is what his friends feel like whenever they break up a fight between him and a customer. or him and anyone.

rafe chuckles, “yeah here we go again because your last answer was bullshit!”

he spits out ‘bullshit’ like it’s acid on his tongue. she steps forward not quite getting in his face but pointing up at him.

“fuck you cameron i don’t owe you shit!”

he leans down, matching her glare. “the fuck you don’t!”

her eyes widen at his audacity. she gets closer but there’s basically no room between them at this point. “excuse me!”

barry grabs his keys. “i’m gonna go.” they don’t hear him over their yelling but he still tries his best to make as little noise as possible while leaving the trailer.

when he comes back two hours later he finds their clothes all over the floor leading to his bedroom. he opens the door and finds them cuddling. “yo not on my bed bro!”

biker!pogue is not any better unfortunately she matches his freak

they drunkenly make out in ward’s office stumbling around as they remove articles clothing. after a long night of stolen kisses, networking, and teasing they left the country club event early.

she puts some distance between them and backs up until she hits the desk. he moves like a lion stalking its prey, eyes trained on her, every step precise. he’s in front of her now, he grips the back of her neck and plants teasingly slow kisses from her neck to her shoulders.

he lifts her up onto the desk to get a better angle. she giggles at the action, “okay caveman.”

he lets out a him of agreement but doesn’t let up like adam after he tasted the forbidden fruit he wants more. she closes her eyes and grips his hair before pulling him away. he groans and pulls her against him. “tell me what to do.”

she smirks and slowly pushes him down to his knees.

he looks up at her as he kisses his way up each leg, moving the dress when it gets in his way.

he crumples up the dress, she frowns “hey this was thirty bucks.”

he rolls his eyes, “i’ll get you a new one. lord knows you need a better one.”

“excuse me!? i didn’t know this was dress to impress.”

he frowns, “i’m sorry.” he kisses her through her underwear, her breath hitches. “don’t be mad at me.” he gives a teasing lick, she groans and tightens her grip in his hair making him look up at her. “no teasing. be a good boy and show me you’re sorry.”

he smiles “yes ma’am.”

one time rafe comes to one of her races with a girl

the fucking audacity. they arrived just as the race was about to begin, he’s trying to throw her off her game and that’s one thing she won’t allow. she wins the race and makes a beeline to him and his girl. the way she kisses him is messy. teeth colliding, tongues clashing, spit down the chin, lip biting, and lots of moaning and groping. she's marking her territory.

she breaks the kiss and looks to their right where the girl once was. she looks at rafe, eyes wide with fake curiosity and innocence, "do you think it was something i said?"

he laughs and pulls her close, hands on her waist. he bends down and whispers against her hair, "feel better?"

she shakes her head, "not yet."

he knows it’s going to be a long night.

rafe and jj are jealous of the other “taking all her time away from them”

she thinks rafe’s jealousy is worse (and she's right he's a grown man jealous of a child)

“you gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“do i look like i’m joking?” he crosses his arms and flares like thats supposed to spook her

“you look like a dumbass and you sound like an idiot. you’re jealous of jj!? jj’s my brother you asshole!”

“he’s clingy and he knows when we’re together and that’s when he chooses to call!

“he needs me!”

“he’s needy!”

“he’s a kid!”

“please! he’s been around the fucking world and survived being shot at!”

“that’s not a normal thing to happen for a boy his age rafe! he needs a strong support system!”

“what about me? what about the help i need!?”

“do not start that with that bullshit! i am constantly helping you in on your side even when i probably shouldn’t be!”

jj is just as bad as rafe but he’s more pouty about it and she can’t stay mad at him for long when he looks so cute

he slashed rafe’s tires and was caught in the act by one other than biker!pogue. he’s thankful because if he was found by anyone else he’d be in jail or six feet under. though he would prefer death than the disappointed look being sent his way.

“please say something.”

“i’m shocked. i have no words. what were you thinking?”

“i was thinking ‘fuck rafe cameron’.”

“jj!”

“he’s been taking up all your time and he’s a dick.”

“jj, just cause i’m with rafe doesn’t mean i don’t love you. and i’m sorry, you’re right i have been neglecting you a bit.”

“i know i cause more problems than i’m worth but please, please don’t hate me.”

his pout tugs at her heartstrings, she melts.

“oh jayj.” she hugs him. “i could never hate you.” she rubs his hair while his face against her stomach. “i love you baby bird.”

he smirks against her stomach, “i love you too.”

rafe’s just standing there like 🧍🏼

they probably shouldn’t be together but being apart is worse

they cannot survive separation

she’s patching him up when he tells her about his journey and the pogues being alive

“jj’s alive.”

she stops sewing. “how do you know?”

he grimaces from the pain of the last sew and pull, “kiara was there. we escaped together and she fucking pushed me overboard and stole my boat to save her scooby doo gang.”

she smiles at this, “smart girl.”

he frowns, “whose side are you on?”

“stop frowning your face will get stuck like that.”

she’s kind of his conscious (it’s why he has her saved in his phone as ‘angel🥰’)

convinced him not to kill his dad

they’re on his bed watching reruns of the real housewives of atlanta when he brings up his predicament. he’s lying in her lap tracing her thigh as she runs her hands through his hair.

“there’s something i need to do… but i’m afraid it’ll hurt someone i love in the process.”

she pauses the episode as looks down at the man in her lap. “well i’d say do what’s best for your state of mind. if the thought of that person getting hurt isn’t enough to outweigh the risks. doesn’t make you a bad person. just consider how you’d sleep at night knowing you hurt them.”

he looks at her like she’s God™️

she’s beautiful. she’s beautiful and she doesn’t know that she just changed his life and saved his dad

the way she didn’t judge his question✅ she didn’t make him feel like a monster for not considering someone else’s as reason enough to care ✅ she ran her hands through his hair✅ his head was in her lap✅ she combined emotion and logic to give him an answer✅

he goes to her place immediately after dropping ward off at the runway

she’s in her jammies when she opens the door

rafe stands at the door looking like a pathetic wet dog. she’s smiling when she opens the door but it only takes one look at him for it to turn into a frown. rafe hates being the reason for it. “oh my god. come in, come in." she pulls him in and shuts the door behind her before immediately fussing over him, “you’re bleeding.”

“it’s not mine.”

she stares at him, waiting for him to elaborate. “my dad he- he got hurt.”

she nods. “is he gonna be okay?”

“i don’t know.”

she goes to the pogues’ ceremony after they find el dorado

rafe tags along because he can’t stand being away from her for more than an hour and cause he knows it’s important to her

“look at you! so handsome.” she pinches jj’s cheek and ruffles his hair.

he softly grabs her hand to stop the overload of affection though he secretly likes it. “come on you’re ruining my street cred and bad boy image.”

she laughs but nods, “of course wouldn’t want that.” she stares at him with adoration and fondness in her eyes. “i’m proud of you.”

he smiles, “thanks. actually couldn’t have done it without you.”

she scoffs, “please-”

“no really you- you’ve been my only family. i couldn’t have done this without you telling me that i am better than my dad and how smart i am and how i’m a good person, even if you’re wrong about that.”

“jayj…” she’s close to tears. he smiles “i love you.”

“i love you too.” they hug.

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i’ve been working on this for a minute i hope y’all liked it and if you did please comment like share yk i love feedback

[themummersfolly]

In a kinder world, Mary Jabassa lives to a ripe old age. She and her wife K.T. Concannon run a greenhouse and nursery called The Green Place.

In a kinder world, Furiosa and Jack are happily married and living in a peaceful working class neighborhood. They've recently started dating a twitchy loner named Max; the three of them get on like a house on fire.

In a kinder world, Joe Moore runs the multinational corporation Aqua Cola with the help of P. L. Eater and M. Kalashnikov. Furiosa and Jack both work for him; Furiosa's building a record of sexual harassment and OSHA and EPA violations he's responsible for. He's about to go down.

In a kinder world, Rictus got a better upbringing and lives with his brother Corpus; they're each other's caretakers. Corpus has a degree in astronomy and contributes to several major publications. Rictus collects Happy Meal toys and harms absolutely no one.

In a kinder world, Angharad and company are sorority sisters going to college. They all have bright futures.

In a kinder world, the Organic Mechanic is a critical care paramedic in a big city. He's exactly the same, he just has better equipment to work with. He still has the tree of evolution tattoo; the tally marks on his arm are successful codes he's worked.

In a kinder world, Dementus is happily pursuing a career in the circus between stints in jail.

In a kinder world, Mr. Harley and his husband Mr. Davidson run a well-known local motorcycle dealership. Mr. Harley is also a chapter president for Bikers Against Child Abuse; he's done time for beating a pedo half to death.

In a kinder world, Smeg is a popular DJ and standup comedian. He runs a blog about the art of mime and physical comedy.

In a kinder world, Hamish "History Man" Campbell still gives the occasional lecture, despite being retired. He spends most of his time with his wife Francesca since she beat cancer years ago. ( @thebyrchentwigges )

In a kinder world, the Octoboss enlisted in the Air Force and is pursuing a degree in aerospace engineering, with an eye on becoming a pilot. He can't seem to let go of his childhood friendship with Dementus; he keeps telling himself this won't come back to bite him in the ass.

In a kinder world, his kid brother Ramboss runs a guide service and competes professionally in motor cross. (This one's for AnimationFan2006)

In a kinder world, Rizzdale Pell is in prison.

[remuslupinsdaughter]

Protection

Sons of anarchy x child

Summary: just a story I thought of where a young girl of around 12 runs away from her abusive father and goes to the sons for help

Warnings: trigger warnings for this one, abuse, swearing, physical and mental abuse, lots of angst, hints of sexual abuse

Enjoy my loves!!

Charlie froze as she heard her father’s keys jingle in the front door, she put her book down and sat bolt upright as she listened to him drop his keys in the bowl and open the fridge, “CHARLOTTE” he yelled, Charlie scrambled to her feet and quickly went to the kitchen where her father was stood looking at her angrily, he was clearly drunk, “the hell are you doing?” He slurred, Charlie stammered, “I…I was just studying in my room” she backed away from him and pulled her sleeves over her hands, her father swiped a vase off the counter angrily, Charlie turned to run but her father grabbed her by the hair, she screamed out in pain, “SHUT UP” he yelled and slammed her against the counter, she cried out and slumped down against the floor, she curled up and sobbed as her father walked straight past her to the living room, kicking her hard on his way.

Charlie dragged herself to her feet, tears still streaming down her face, she limped to her room and grabbed her backpack, she grabbed clothes from her drawers and stuffed them in the bag.

Charlie snuck out her room, peering down the hallway, her dad was passed out asleep in his chair, she snuck through the house to her front door and grabbed the keys from the bowl, her dad coughed making her freeze, she heard his snoring again and quickly unlocked the door and ducked out.

The night air was cold, Charlie shivered, pulling her jacket closer to her, Charming was a small town, everyone knew her father as Brian Hansley, the local butcher, everyone also knew that if you were in trouble and needed help, you go to the local biker club, the sons of anarchy.

Charlie’s feet ached, she’d been walking for around an hour, she approached TM auto shop, the gate was closed, she tried to pull it open but was quickly met with an extremely intimidating man holding a gun. Charlie stumbled backwards, holding her hands up, “beat it kid” the man said, “no wait please! I need help, I need to speak to the president please” Charlie pleaded, the man looked her up and down, “wait here” he said and walked over to the group of bikers sat on the benches.

Charlie shivered and played with the sleeves of her jacket, the bikers looked over at her, the man back over, “gimme that backpack” he said , Charlie handed it over, the man nodded her over to follow him, Charlie followed behind him nervously.

As she approached the group of intimidating man Charlie felt herself getting more and more nervous, the men stared at her, “prospect says you wanted to speak to us?” A man smoking a cigar said, Charlie looked at the men staring holes in her, she stammered, almost like she’d forgotten how to speak English.

“Come on kid, what’re you doing out here at two in the morning by yourself you’re what ten?” The man said, “twelve” Charlie mumbled, she took a breath, “you guys protect people right?” She asked, the man nodded and took a drag from his cigar, “why you in some kind of trouble?” He replies, Charlie nodded, “I need you to protect me from my dad” she blurts out, the biker clubs curiosity grows, “what’d he do?” A different man asked, with long blonde hair, Charlie tenses and plays with her sleeves again, “he gets real drunk, beats the shit out of me, I can’t stay there any longer, sometimes his friends come over, they try and do stuff to me” tears form in her eyes, the blonde man exhales angrily, “Jesus Christ”.

“What’s your dad’s name honey?” A different man asks, “Brian Hansley, he’s the local butcher for Charming” Charlie replied, using her sleeves to wipe her eyes. The man with the cigar takes a deep sigh, “church” he says and stands up, walking inside the clubhouse, the rest of the men follow.

[19molly97]

Biker Mice Question

Does anyone else think the Biker Mice from Mars (or at least Modo) would make great members of the Bikers Against Child Abuse, the B.A.C.A?

I think they totally would. The mice are always looking out for the little guy.

[blueberrylemontea-fanfic]

Cherry - Chapter [11]

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Summary: You and Billy get back from your date. Billy misses curfew.

Word Count: 2400

Song Suggestion: Too Far Gone? - Metallica

Warnings: blood, referenced domestic violence/child abuse

[Teaser] - [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10]

Despite your initial objections, you'd had one of the best nights in a long time with Billy. Well, up until the end, that was...

You slammed the door a little too hard behind you, still fuming.

Billy was awkwardly trailing behind you. He hadn't said a word since you'd asked him to take you back to Steve's.

"Y/n?" Steve called as you rummaged through the kitchen cabinets for the first aid kit you knew Steve had stashed up there somewhere.

Billy grabbed some paper towels off the isle while you searched and pressed them against your bleeding lip.

"Y/n, what's up?" You heard Steve's voice before you heard him thumping down the stairs.

"I can't find your first aid kit."

"First aid kit? Why do you need a..." Steve's voice caught in his throat when he saw you, going through his cupboards while Billy followed you around trying to stop the blood dripping from your mouth from staining the carpet.

"What the hell happened to you?" His eyes flicked to Billy and back to your face again. "Did he do this?"

You could feel Billy squaring himself beside you, readying himself to rip Steve a new one, but you just shook your head.

"Nope, I got in a fight."

"With who?" Steve asked as he got out his first aid kit.

You leaned over the sink and spat out the blood in your mouth, smiling a little as Billy immediately pressed another paper towel to your lip. "Some biker dude. Didn't get his name."

You winced as Steve pressed an ice pack against the side of your face.

"Hold this," he said before spraying some disinfectant on a cotton ball and swiping it over your split lip.

"I'm assuming he's in a hospital now?"

You smirked. "Well, he would've been if Billy hadn't pulled me off of him."

Steve had to check that his ears weren't deceiving him. "Billy Hargrove stopped a fight? That's a first."

Billy scowled, but Steve just rolled his eyes. "Oh lighten up, Hargrove. Have a beer," Steve nodded towards his fridge and Billy reluctantly pulled out three beers, twisting off the caps as he handed them to you and Steve.

Steve pulled a small flashlight from a drawer. "I'm just gonna check for a concussion real quick." He flipped on the light and darted it between your eyes. "Looks alright. You're all good," Steve smiled.

"Thanks Steve," you returned his smile and tapped the bottle of your beer against his. "Cheers."

"Okay, I gotta ask," Billy said, "how the hell do you know how to do all that?"

"Oh, Steve's a natural. He's been cleaning up all my scrapes." The implication of your words hung in the air as Steve nearly choked on his beer.

Billy, to your surprise, didn't seem upset. On the contrary, he threw Steve a cocky smirk. "Been admiring my handy work, Harrington?"

Steve looked between Billy's proud grin and you trying to bite back a smile and sighed deeply. "You guys are maniacs. Honestly..."

"I kinda picked up some things from Hopper when the kids got in trouble," Steve quickly changed the subject.

"He's a real pro by now, those kids are savages."

"You're still talking about those little snot-nosed, pre-pubescent nerds that hang around my sister, right?"

Steve couldn't help but grin at Billy's raised eyebrows. "Trust me, they may not look like much, but those little assholes are a handful."

You nodded in agreement. "They're gremlins. But I do kinda love them, though."

"That's how they rope you in, damn loveable geeks..." Steve smiled fondly. "You should join our little babysitters' club sometime, Hargrove, get to know your sister's friends better."

Billy shrugged, hesitancy clear in his eyes. "Yeah, I don't really do babysitting."

"We mainly just make fun of them, smoke and make sure they don't die. No people skills needed whatsoever."

The smallest smile flickered around the corners of Billy's mouth. "Sure, whatever."

"So, how was the bar?"

"It was amazing," you smiled fondly. "The place was just like Billy described it. It reminded me so much of home, of all the trouble I used to get into."

You knew you were going to go back to that bar as often as you could, it felt so much more like home than the high school keggers with all those same-old, small-town people. The bar was a nice escape from the world, a place where you and Billy could just be without all of Hawkins watching you.

Steve shook his head, grinning. "I can't even imagine you back in California. Or you," he tipped his beer in Billy's direction.

"It's weird, right? We're pretty alike and still it's so strange to think of you back home..."

Billy shook his head, "Not you. When I think of Cali, you kinda fit right in." He paused. "Did you have anyone like me back home?"

"You know," you smirked, "I don't think I've ever met someone quite like you before." You bumped Steve's shoulder. "Or like you for that matter. Or that little bunch of gremlins. Honestly, I was never much of a people person, didn't exactly have many friends back in Cali."

"Must've been pretty lonely" Steve commented absentmindedly.

You shrugged. "Not really, I mean, I wasn't alone very often," you smirked. "And me and the girl next door got along real well, she was a..." you were searching for a word that could adequately describe Lory, but she was one of a kind. "Well, let's just say she was a kindred spirit. She got me. We've called a couple times since I've been here, but it's pretty expensive, and it's not like we ever did much talking before, so..."

"I cannot imagine there being another person like you out there." Steve mused.

"Lory's something, alright."

Billy stayed for another beer, the three of you having a surprisingly nice time, before he drove back home begrudgingly, grumbling about his dad and how badly he wanted for you to stay over at his place just once. You kissed him goodbye -a couple of times- before finally going to bed after the best night you'd had in Hawkins so far.

****

You and Steve were taking the kids to see a movie that afternoon. They loved going to the movies, although you were convinced they mainly loved the sugar-high.

You and Steve were on your way to pick up Max, Warrant blaring through your speakers as you both screeched along to the music. You turned the volume down when you pulled into the driveway and honked the horn once. Max came rushing out the front door almost immediately.

Something was wrong. You could tell by her facial expression, the way she kept glancing over her shoulder.

"What's going on?" You asked as she pulled open the door.

Max hesitated.

"Max?" You asked, more insistently this time.

"Billy missed curfew yesterday."

Your stomach tightened. "Is he home?"

Max nodded.

"Is your stepdad?"

She shook her head. "He went out with my mom."

You nodded. "You got a bike I can borrow?"

Max nodded again. "It's in the shed, he won't know it's gone. They'll be back before 3 though."

"Thanks, Red," you smiled gratefully as you stepped out of the car. You turned to Steve, who'd been watching the interaction in mere confusion. "I'll meet you guys there, okay?"

You really had to hand it to Steve. The guy just nodded and switched over to the driver's seat. "I've got this. Call if you need a ride later."

"Thanks, Steve. Really."

You watched Steve pull out of the driveway as you went around the side of the house. You boosted yourself up on a trashcan and hoisted yourself up onto the windowsill.

Billy was lying on his bed, listening to his Walkman, just like you'd expected. Luckily, you knew he never fully closed his window. It helped him believe he could just sneak out and never look back, even if he never would.

You pushed up the window and climbed into Billy's room. You softly sat down at the edge of Billy's bed. Billy immediately shot up and ripped off his headphones, panic taking over his features. He only calmed slightly when he saw it was you.

"What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here!" He whisper-shouted as his eyes nervously flitted to his door.

"I know, but your stepdad's not home, Max told me. I'll be gone before he gets back."

Billy didn't look fully convinced, he just stared between you and the door, not quite knowing what to do.

It was only then that you noticed the welt on his right cheek, an angry red stream cutting under his ear. Almost subconsciously, you traced your thumb along the line.

Billy froze as you pulled him into a hug. For a moment you just stood there, hugging his lifeless frame, but after some time, Billy collapsed onto you, holding you so tightly it was almost hard to breathe.

"I'm right here," you whispered in his ear. You stood there holding each other for a long time, the crushing weight of Billy's body rooting you to the floor. After a while, Billy sunk down onto his bed, pulling you close to him. You played with the curls at the back of his neck while his head rested on your chest. He watched your chest rise and fall, rise and fall. Over and over again.

Billy wished he could just focus on the rising and falling forever. He was okay as long as you were there, solid underneath him. You didn't even have to say anything, didn't have to lie to him and tell him everything would be okay. As long as he could watch the rising and falling of your chest, he could breathe easily.

It wouldn't be long before Neil and Susan returned home. You both knew it, even when neither one of you wanted to say so.

"It's not fair," Billy whispered after what felt both like an eternity and no time at all.

"I know."

"I'm glad you're here."

"Me too." You shot Billy a small smile. He pulled you in even closer.

"You wanna blow off school tomorrow afternoon?"

Billy smiled at you, and, God, was it beautiful when that boy smiled. Even when his face was still swollen.

"I'll take that as a yes, pretty boy."

You slowly untangled yourself from Billy and got out of his bed. Before hopping back out of his window you crossed the room to his dresser. You pulled out a red billowing shirt, one you knew he loved. You shrugged off your jacket turned back to the bed and pulled off your shirt.

When you tossed him your shirt, Billy's look was a peculiar mix of wolfish and sheepish that almost made you laugh. You let his shirt fall over your head and winked before you swung your legs over his windowsill.

"You'll get this back tomorrow."

****

Max's bike was too small for you but you still flew over the asphalt. You waited until the guy behind the register turned around to sneak inside. When the guy - Jeff, from band, you think - turns back around you're leaning on the counter. "Hey there," you smiled.

"Oh, hi, Y/n," maybe Jeff stumbled with what you assumed was supposed to be a winning smile.

"You think you could get me another coke... Jeff, right?"

He nodded quickly. "Yeah, yeah sure."

When he didn't move you shot him an inquiring look that seemed to bring him back to reality. "Yeah, sorry, it's just... I didn't think you knew I existed."

You had to give it to him, he was kind of cute when he blushed. "Well, of course I do. Who could forget a cute face like that," you winked.

Teenage boys really are just too easy, you thought to yourself as Jeff practically tripped over himself to get you the coke.

"On the house," Jeff said hurriedly as he saw you reach for your jacket pocket.

"Well aren't you sweet," you smiled as you took a sip. "See you around, Jeff." You sauntered into the theater, leaving Jeff behind, smiling ear to ear.

You spotted Steve's hair immediately, a little to the right in the center row, and quietly slipped into the empty seat next to him. "Hi," you whispered, "what'd I miss?"

"Not much." He pointed to a guy on screen. "That guy's a crook but if he succeeds at the police academy he doesn't have to go to jail. There, you're all caught up."

"Thanks." Steve's eyes trailed over your shirt for a moment, but he didn't comment. "Everything okay?"

"Not really, no. But nothing either of us can fix."

Steve took your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry."

You smiled before turning to the screen. "I'm sorry too."

****

After the movie the chatter wasn't as lively usual. You just barely managed to stuff Max's bike in the trunk of your car before all the kids stuffed themselves into the car.

Max shot you a look and you shrugged. "It's gonna be okay."

She nodded. "Sucks you had to pay for only half a movie," she tried to change a subject.

"Yeah you really don't have to worry about that," you chuckled and soon they were all laughing at how you sidestepped blushing Jeff.

After you dropped everyone off, Max a half a mile in front of her house so she could bike home, you and Steve drove back to his place in silence. "I'm here if you want to talk about it," Steve said as you turned onto his street.

"I know, Stevie. Thank you. And thanks for today, really. That was very cool of you."

"Well, you know me, I'm a pretty cool guy. King Steve and all that." You both grinned.

"Billy's home life's not that great either, is it?" Steve sounded a little on edge, like he was afraid to hear the answer.

You shook your head. "No. It's not."

"I'm sorry about that."

"Me too."

"So, is this a we-need-to-call-Hopper kind of situation?"

You shook your head. "No, I don't think that'd be much appreciated. But I'll keep it in mind."

You pulled into Steve's driveway. "Hey, Steve?" You asked as you both slid out of the car.

"Yeah?"

"You know where I can score some weed around here?"

****

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[laufire]

in a way that was... probably unintentional (? if anyone has proof otherwise, hit me up), I see tnba's episode "growing pains" as the spiritual adaptation of "the diplomat's son".

in it timmy todd find and saves a girl he later calls "annie" from a band of bikers who were hounding her (so there's an element of sexual violence there, albeit much more child-friendly than what garzonas does to gloria). she has no memories and is escaping from someone that she doesn't remember, who later appears in the episode as seemingly an abusive father. in the end it's revealed that it's clayface, and that annie was a "piece" of him that got away. to save robin, she throws herself at clayface and is absorved by him.

like jason in the comic, timmy bonds with this girl, here with signs of a boyhood crush. he gets really, personally involved with her plight -in the episode, tim even voices that he gets what she's going through because his father was "no prize". he tries so hard to save this girl, and it's all futile in the end. albeit in different ways, both gloria and annie commit suicide, and annie's deaths prompts him to lash out at clayface, even attacking him on a balaustrade inside a factory that propitiates a fall (this is the one element that makes me wonder if it might've been an intentional sneak-adaptation lol, as opposed to the obvious one in "never fear").

the end result is bruce telling timmy todd that sometimes there are no happy endings, as if he doesn't already know. timmy is visibly disappointed with the system, when he overhears the cops saying they'll charge clayface with robbery and breaking and entering, and he tells bruce that they should charge him with murder (clayface gets away with his crime, the way garzonas would have). timmy walks away from bruce, calm and without such an obvious rift between them, because the episode is just not interested in that part of "the diplomat's son", which in the original was very much the point.

there are other differences. the episode focuses on timmy in the way the comic did NOT focus on jason, letting us see how much he cares for what this girl is going through, and for what other people he sees himself in go through (we see him look with compassion and heartache at homeless families and children along his way to find annie). he rebels against bruce more openly, refusing to follow his orders and stating clearly that he'll look for annie instead of sneaking around (bruce secretly has a tracker on him, so this might just be a case of perceived agency lol). whether timmy had murderous intent in a moment of rage is never really shown, or considered important.

the story is less pointed, it doesn't have an agenda of eventually undermining timmy's character and as such is, as usual, far more sympathetic towards him. and in a way, is less impactful than the comic for it, where no punches were pulled and, regardless of intent, jason came accross as all the more vivid a character. this episode is just one more in timmy todd's journey, but I'd say everyone who knows about post-crisis!jason knows about garzonas.

[mysticstarlightduck]

Villain Crimes Tag!

Let's go with the main villains from What Lurks In The Hollow for this one. Again: given that this is a post about very, very bad people (after all they are the villains of this WIP) it will contain TWs for some pretty nasty things.

Rules: List all the real-world crimes your villains are guilty of committing!

Mayor Samuel Whitaker

Serial Killings/Multiple First Degree Murders (most of the victims were minors, ages 5-17, but some adults as well)

Demonic Rituals + Ritualistic Sacrifices of Human Beings

Ritualistic Torture, most notably the torture of a 15-year-old (Jace Donovan, Savvanah Hahn's stepbrother who went missing kidnapped by a "mysterious psycho" was actually held captive by the Mayor himself, and only died 6 days later to bloodloss + ritualistic stabbings, his body was never recovered)

Multiple accounts of kidnapping

Abuse of Power, Corruption

Fraud/Embezzlement

Sending his henchmen to vandalize and damage property belonging anyone who stands in his way

Racketeering

Insider Trading

Forgery

Environmental Vandalism

False Imprisonment

Harassment/Having his henchmen stalk his "rivals"

Blackmail and Threats

Brainwashing and Cult Activity

Using Dark Magic to maintain influence over an entire town, gain longevity and make people adore him through the power of his venomous words

Bribing and Lobbying

Assault & Battery

Stalking Minors

Mrs. Adelaide Draycott

Harassment of a Sexual Nature

Attempted Sexual Exploitation (At multiple points in the story Mrs Draycott tries to get Dylan, 23M, to sleep with her or "fall in love" with her by using blackmail and trying to corner him into situations where he wouldn't have a choice. Luckily he manages to avoid all her attempts.)

Persistent Stalking

Breaking and Entering

Defamation/Slander/Libel

Emotional Manipulation (Gaslighting/Blackmailing/Threatening)

Indecent Contact/Unwanted Touching

Damaging of Property

Intimidation of a Minor (Mrs Draycott often implies to Amy, Dylan's 16-year-old sister, that Dylan is gonna get hurt if he keeps being "stubborn" and that he is already an outcast to the town so no one would care if something happened to him or Amy herself)

False Accusations/False Complaints/Perjury

Sheriff Isaac Clarke

First Degree Murder, covered up

Abuse of Power (as a police officer)

Excessive Use of Force/Police Brutality

False Arrest

Intimidation/Blackmail

Criminal Conspiracy/Colluding with Criminals

Obstruction of Justice/Aiding and Abetting (covering up the literal serial killer crimes of the Mayor in exchange for a hefty paycheck)

Threats of Violence

Misuse of Surveillance

Wrongful Seizure of Property

Fabricating Evidence (against someone completely innocent)

False Search Warrants/Invasion of Property

Fraudulent Reports

Manslaughter/Second Degree Murder

Attempted Murder (of multiple people, including minors)

Extortion

Torture (disguised as interrogation)

Soliciting Bribes

Aiding in Racketeering

Branden Heddam

Extreme Child Abuse & Child Neglect

Child Endangerment

Abandonment of Parental Responsibilities

Threats of Extreme Violence/Threats of Death

Psychological/Emotional Abuse

Attempted Kidnapping of a Minor (While Zach, his stepson, is on-the-run from him and hiding at Amy & Dylan's place, Branden and his biker gang attempt to kidnap him)

Multiple Accounts of Assault & Battery

Attempt to Contribute to Minor Delinquency

Terrorizing

Aggravated Assault/Battery of a Man in front of his ward + Intentional Psychological Trauma

Theft/Burglary/Robbery/Mugging

Gang Activities + Gang Involved Violence

Drug Dealing

Bearing Illegal Weapons

Illegal Hunting/Poaching

Environmental Damage

Reckless/Drunk Driving

Cathleen "Cath" Edwards

Economic Duress

Blackmail/Emotional Manipulation

Attempted Title Deed Forgery

Rent Gouging/Unlawful Rent Increases

Loan Sharking

Illegal Fees and Charges

Stalking

Predatory Lending

Debt Bondage

Coercive Collection Practices

Conspiracy to Commit Murder/Conspiracy to Commit Kidnapping

Racketeering

Sabotage

Blackmail of a Minor

Disturbing the Peace

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@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@the-golden-comet

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid @thecomfywriter

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@cherrychiplip @thecomfywriter @thelovelymachinery @bookwormclover

@differentnighttale, @leahnardo-da-veggie

[bisexualbaker]

Do a fistbump with a biker who has BACA LIFE knuckle tats.

Gonna get knuck tats that say BAKA LIFE

[bokettochild]

Opera house AU, a few festive ideas;

Sun made Legend's baby blanket for his first Yuletide with her, Sky and Twilight. It has a pink bunny and Blupees on it

Flora's coveralls from Grandpa were a Yule gift from him because "Im proud of you" and she broke down crying because her dad never said that. She's joined him and Four's holiday tradition of "BBQ dinner in the bike shop garage with the local bikers" (they're the kind of gang like Bikers Against Child Abuse)

One Solstice, Malon invited Time to the family ranch. In return, he invited her to the Equinox with the Kokiri

When he's finally with Ilia, her and Twilight planned on a festive Ordon roundtrip. Bad weather delayed them a few days, nothing like surviving a blizzard together in a truck snowed-in on the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere for romantic ambiance XD

Wind, Wars, Aryll and Linkle always make it to their Grandma's for the holidays. It's a rare time theyre all behaving

Dusk finds out Fable's her daughter and has that reunion in time for the solstice. Her first time with both her children since they were born and she's an emotional wreck (for all the right reasons though). At Legend's insistence, Sky and Sun were there too

Wild goes back to Hebra where he Shield Surfs with Selmie and Tulin

Hyrule volunteers at the soup kitchen he practically grew up in, spends every Yule there with his "Aunties" (the Great Fairies that run the place, they just started calling him their nephew when he was a kid)

Here for this!

The winter holidays are so much fun for the gang and after their traditional performance of A Christmas Carol, they all gathered in the backrooms for a holiday party before splitting off for the rest of the year to enjoy their own holidays.

Dusk and Hyrule are both new to the opera, and have no real family in town, but they got invitations from literally everyone to join them in their holiday festivities. Did this mean both of them took up Twilight's invitation this year? Yes, yes it does.

Flora is quickly falling in love with the gang, and they're quite willing to take her on as their second junior member (Four is the other one). The coveralls were well loved, and her first ever battle-jacket has been obtained as well! She is going to wear it everywhere <3

Sun ad Sky make new gifts every year. That blanket was the first, but there have been several more. My family has a tradition of wearing super long (waist length) stocking caps when we open presents, and Sun totally knit some of those for the holidays. Dusk got one this year too, although Legend knit it for her. She loves it. Sky made everyone new mugs. he's trying pottery out.

Hyrule volunteered around, and then managed to make it back in time for dinner with the Sutherlands (Twi and company). No worries, Ilia, Dusk, and Groose did the cooking, Twilight and the other two didn't do anything more than chop and mix where told. No damage was done and no food reanimated, and after gifts, Hyrule and Ledge fell asleep curled up together on the couch (covered with the blupee blanket).

Holidays in the islands were great, the postcards sent to the crew make everyone a little green. Wars and Wind come home with a ice new tan and Granny was so delighted to have everyone visit her for the holidays at her retirement home. She spent a good amount of time boasting to her new friends there about them. Wind is delighted to see all his cousins, and Aryll made a new friend with pretty red hair! Hogmanay was a little different in a beach community, but Wars and the girls had a lot of fun anyways, and Aryll and Wind had fun learning about their cousin's culture!

Wild has the most fun up in Hebra! He, Tulin and their dad all had the time of their lives. Their Hogmanay was delightful; Rito celebrate by flying from home to home rather than walking, when the weather is decent, and while Wild can paraglide, he also had some fun with shield surfing around with the other non-Rito neighbors in their rounds.

I'm going to say the Fable revelation was.....yeah. New Years in the opera is going to be fun >:)