#gemma shin

[artblooger19moon]

Agony Symbiote

Marvel

[fallmutual]

skimmed this comic for Her... idk if i love how she's written but this is a fun moment

[aurora-boreas-borealis]

RPM but Splatoon (part one)

Based off a conversation with @gayferret420

[yapileon]

@TacklerCulers: The Chaotic Teen Serie pt. 1

fcb femení x chaoticteen!reader (first fic, be gentle with me pls i'm embarassed, also, i have no idea why i wrote that.)

17yo La Masia defender gets promoted to the first team. Will you be able to keep your fcb femení fan account hidden while slowly making your place in the team with your idols?

While you had the tendency to be known as a cheeky chaotic teen, you currently felt anxious and shaky. You had spent three years working you ass off to be recognized in the La Masia training academy, it had paid off, since you were on the way to your first training with the senior team.

You're walking to the stadium when you feel your phone buzzing in your back pocket. You picked it up, smiling at the Mapi León wallpaper you had chosen weeks ago. You knew the pings had something to do with the meme you posted on your fan account, @TacklerCulers this morning.

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tacklersculers: Ona and The Flash have never been witnessed at the same place at the same time, just saying.

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Like you thought, the meme was doing well, attracting multiples thousands likes from other woso fans. You couldn't help but giggle at the fact that today, you'd get to meet all of the barça squad. No, it was more than that, today, you'd get to become their teammates.

You were so excited when you had made it on the training pitch, you were the first aside from some of the training staff that you had greeted. You picked up a ball and started juggling, trying to get yourself in the flow. Except this is when you had spotted them walking to you.

Alexia, the captain of the best team in the world, and Mapi Leon, the arm-tape icon —and arguably your favorite player of all time—smiling brightly at you. You were so focused on them that you kicked the ball straight to your shin. Smooth.

"Doing good, rookie?" The defender had asked you with an amused look. Though her smile faded away when Alexia elbowed her in the ribs, frowning.

The sound you had made to answer was something between a hurried yes and a cat screeching. So you nodded profusely, not trusting your voice to not betray you again.

"Don't listen to her cariño," the blond had said softly, her hand on your shoulder, and at that moment you swore you could die, your life was complete.

"Big day today, sí?" the capitain added, dragging you toward the group of players who had started arriving.

You hoped you'd be able to find you voice again soon, otherwise today would only be a long and embarrassing day.

You waved to some of the players, high fiving Patri who seemed very happy to see a fellow La Masia made kid. You couldn't help but be star struck, looking around you you saw Irene Paredes. Wall of the team. And Ingrid Engen? Technically midfield goddess but honorary defender in your books. Really what would have the team done last season without her? You couldn't help but chuckle a bit seeing Ona, remember your meme from this morning, though you tried (and failed) to hide your laugh as a cough.

But then training started, and you were definitely better at football than introducing yourself, so you gave your all. You had warmed up with Ingrid, not like Mapi didn't try to get to you before but the Norwegian had dragged you with her, leaving the Spaniard pouting. You were definitely glad for Ingrid right now, you were sure if you had had to play with your idol right away, you would have somehow tripped on your own feet.

After the warm up, the real work started. You had been doing well, holding your own as much as you could against them, trying to time your tackles well, finding your grooves in your passes. You were playing a five-a-side when the incident happened. At some point, you had tried to nutmeg Alexia on a spur of the moment thing, and had blushed furiously when you had inevitably failed —leaving only Gemma to defend the goal. Which in itself was embarrassing enough, but you had recovered quickly, decided on fixing things, you had ran for your life, and somehow managed to kick the ball away from the goal line when Alexia took her shot.

Problem?

It has landed straight on Ingrid's back, hitting her at full strength.

Ingrid stumbled forward, gasping, and Mapi who was right next to her burst out laughing. You ran to them, mortified, half screaming a busted apology.

"Already trying to get rid of me?" The dark haired woman said, chuckling while rubbing her back.

You screamed, trying to defend yourself while slightly panicking. "What?! No. Ingrid I'm so sorry, it's the ball, I didn't-" you stopped yoursel.

It's the ball? Seriously?

Ingrid raised an eyebrow at you while her girlfriend was practically rolling on the grass from laughing too much.

"I think the ball did exactly what you wanted, little devil." the Norwegian had said smirking, leaving you audibly gasping.

"I- What?" You stumbled on your words "I'm an angel I would never willingly hurt another defender!" you added, gesturing.

Mapi, who was still holding onto her belly from how much she was laughing interrupted, "An Angel? You just tried to murder Ingrid with a football.”

You whined your disagreement, unaware that most of the team had stopped their training to watch you three arguing on the sideline, most with a smile on their lips. You heard Pina laughing in the background, saying something along the lines of you perfectly fitting in already. Alexia had made her way to you. Her voice surprised you when she spoke teasingly, "Would that mean that you'd willingly hurt someone who's not a defender?" You could see on the blonde faces that it was meant as a joke. You watched, half amused half desperate, as the three women burst out laughing at the face you made.

Thankfully for you, the Norwegian did not seem to hold a grudge for the way you had attacked her with the football, leaving the training session to continue.

It was the end of the day and you were making your way to the locker room when Mapi had ran to you. She ruffled your hair, putting her arm around your shoulder when she was satisfied, "You did good today kid, looks like you might have a nice future ahead of you."

Your mouth fell open, before you started scrambling to say thank you. You just couldn't believe Mapi of all people was the one to compliment you. All the team had welcomed you with open arms, pulling you in conversation, praising you when you did well, giving you tips when you were struggling. You always knew they were good people, but witnessing it first hand was leaving you a bit emotional.

You guessed your starstruck eyes were obvious when Frido, who was passing you to sit at her locker said, "Well, no need to ask who your favourite player is, uh?" You felt your body shrink in your seat and went straight back to blushing as the team giggled. After the first moment of embarrassment, you laughed with them.

You had behave fairly well, until you were presented with the perfect opportunity by Irene, feeling like the team had a good vibe, you decided to show a bit of mischief.

"So," Irene asked curiously, "what made you decide to be a defender?"

You froze for a second, your filter failing you, before smirking. "Because defenders are the hottest."

You saw Mapi nearly choke on her water while the whole team burst out laughing. And suddenly you felt very proud of yourself. You laughed with them while kicking away your cleats.

The tattooed Spaniard had recovered from her cough, tears in her eyes, "You're a cheeky thing, aren't you?"

You smiled, wiggling your eyebrows, "I mean… am I wrong?"

"No lies detected," Ingrid chimed in with a wink, making everyone laugh harder.

You leaned back into your locker, not believing how well you were going along with the team. That's when you saw Aitana giggling and grabbing Ona by the sleeve. "Look! Someone edited you on a The Flash meme!"

Uh oh.

pt. 2

[finelinevogue]

paparazzi nerves

summary - you get nervous around the paps

word count: >1k

pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader

You noticed the paparazzi before anyone else did

It had been easy keeping your holiday location a secret from fans, but somehow the paparazzi always seemed to be able to find you.

Harry’s tour had finished only days ago and now you were spending time together, relaxing and having fun. It had been hard to really dedicate time to one another when Harry had been touring every other day, but now it was time for rest.

Harry had rented a couple of small boats to drive over to a little island he had read about in one of his Italian travel books.

Now you were all arriving and soaking up the glorious sunshine, only to be rudely interrupted by the faraway lenses of the paparazzi.

Harry was on another boat, talking to James and Tyler, whilst you remained on a different boat with Gemma.

You and Gemma weren’t the biggest fans of the sun and the heat, so any opportunity to sit in the shade was taken instantly.

Gemma was sat in her pink dungarees, whilst you were sat in your yellow summers dress. The one that Harry said made you look like a summers dream.

As Gemma continued to read, you kept getting distracted by the paparazzi on a boat in the distance.

You’d never been one to really acclimatise to the constant clicking of photos. No doubt they would be focused on taking photos of Harry - especially when he’s sitting there shirtless, but part of you still remained uneasy.

“I might go and see if there’s a toilet nearby.” Gemma said, standing up and rocking the boat slightly.

You nodded, standing up too.

“I’ll go over there.” You pointed to where Harry was. “Just so I’m not alone.”

“Alright.”

Gemma wandered to the front of the boat, but before she can clamber out Harry has made his way over and is now standing at shin length in the sea.

“Y’alright Gem?” He asked and you couldn’t help but smile at how much of a gentleman he was. Always keen to help out and lend a hand.

He offered his hand for Gemma to hold and step out of the boat, which she took gladly.

“Yeah. Just going to the loo. Your missus needs company, though.”

“Oh does she now?” He turned to look at you once Gemma was out safely. He smiled brightly at you, checking you over and admiring how much you were glowing in the Italian sun.

Gemma kissed Harry on the cheeks before leaving.

Harry then jumped the boat and you bit your lip to hide a laugh when he nearly lost his footing. The idiot was trying to show off, not that he had to for you.

“Y’need me, do you?” he asked, walking over to you where you were still standing in the shade.

“Didn’t want to be sat here like a loner. I’d have been like that one photo of Taylor where she’s sat on the back of a boat by herself.”

Harry laughed at that, finding his arms wrapping around you to pull you in for a hug. He squeezed tight and you sighed into his warm chest. His hugs were always the best. Like your own personal teddy bear.

“Never would let you feel lonely, baby.” He kissed your head.

“I know.” Your lips kissed his chest as you spoke, due to how smushed against him you were. “Have you put suncream on?”

“Yes.” Harry whined.

“Oi, I’m just making sure you still look appealing when we’re older and not some wrinkly ball sack.” You explained, making Harry laugh again.

“Is that all I’m here for? Huh? Appeal for you?”

You tilted your head back to face up at him. “I thought you knew that already.”

Harry squinted his eyes and shook his head at you playfully.

What’s worse is that he brought his large hand down to your bum and gave it a pinch through your dress. The moment only lasted a second, but it was enough for you to step away and push him off of you.

“Harry, don’t.” You said sternly.

Harry knew you meant it too, because you used his actual name and not some other endearment.

“Hey, baby, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He said.

You sat down where you had been sitting before and huffed. You ran your hands over your face and tried to breathe slowly.

“No, i’m sorry.” You shook your head.

“What for?” Harry was confused. He sat down next to you, but made sure you had your own space until he knew what he was in for.

“I noticed the paparazzi here before and now I’m just paranoid. I mean, y’know I don’t deal well with them.”

Harry looked around you and only then noticed the small boat of about five photographers. Luckily he was wearing sunglasses to hide his dark stare, but he was severely pissed that they were here. Invading his private time.

What’s worse is that they were making his girlfriend uncomfortable.

“Hey, look at me. Y/N, honey. C’mere.” He twisted your legs to dangle over his and moved your body so that your back was to the paparazzi. “I’m here. Just us.”

You looked at him and noticed how he was only focused on you. You reached to move his sunglasses and pulled them down for a second to look at his eyes. His pupils were dilated slightly with the look of love he had for you. You pushed his glasses back up and settled in closer next to him.

“Just us.” You nodded.

Even though it wasn’t just you and the paparazzi would be taking photos of this moment no doubt, including the one of Harry pinching your bum, it was settling to know that Harry was here and he was doing this with you.

“Screw them. If I want to touch my girlfriend in public, I will.” You gave him a look. “W-with consent of course.”

You laughed then. “Harry I don’t care when, how, why you touch me. I.. I just… Let me know beforehand if we’re in public settings or if the paps are around. Please?”

“Promise.” He nodded seriously.

“Love you.” You reached for his hand and held onto one of his fingers with your entire hand. His hands are massive compared to yours - something the fans are always pointing out and crying over.

“Love you too.” He encompassed your hand with his and rubbed small circles into the back of your hand.

“Can y’kiss me now?”

“Never going to say no.”

[lunajay33]

The Teller Girl Part.8

•❤️⛓️💸🌹•

Summary: Being Jax Tellers sister made for a crazy life, being Gemma’s and Clays daughter made it even crazy, but being surrounded by bikers made you feel safe but what’ll happen when you can’t deny your feelings for a certain Scotsman anymore?

Pairing: Chibs Telford x f!reader

Content: Age Gap, bit of angst, smut, violence

Part.7

•Masterlist•

I laid there, bloody and bruised, so much pain it was unbearable, he’d punched me over and over till my face was swollen I could barely see, kicked me in the stomach so many time I begged him to stop but he didn’t till I screamed when blood dripped between my legs

“That’ll teach SAMCRO not to mess with us” he laughed before he left leaving me numb to the world , my face laid in the dirt, the chains taken off knowing I couldn’t move

Both my babies…..gone

Time passes until I hear motorcycles pulling up to the barn, it’s like they were moving slow motion, running in looking around until the spotted me, Chibs held me in his lap the tears dripping down his face, I felt limp in his arms

“Baby….come on I’m here”

“Shit Chibs she’s bleeding” Jax says and everyone sees the blood on my legs

I hear him break down but I couldn’t even react, he scooped me up and running to his bike, placing me infront of him, both my legs draped on one side as my body rest against his chest

“It’ll be okay baby”

“Harley……he took my baby girl” I finally whisper and I feel him squeeze me close

“AYE YE GO AFTER CAM HES GOT MY BABY” he screams to the guys and they’re off

The wind blew through my hair drying the blood that covered my face

Pulling up to the hospital he picks me up screaming for help as he ran inside, placing me on a gurney his hand still in mine as the doctors rushed me in

“Chibs…..I’m so sorry” I whimper when the doctors hold him back and it’s just me, the nurse hooks me up then I’m out

•

That familiar beep of monitors wakes me up, a dull ache in my belly, my face numb, then everything comes flooding back, Harley gone, Chibs and the guys finding me, my baby?

“Chibs….” I call out weakly then I feel the bed dip beside me

“I’m here darlin, yer safe” his voice hoarse like he’d been crying, I look at him finally and he looks broken

“Our baby?” I almost don’t want to know, I wanna forget everything that’s happened

He’s silent as he places his hand gently on my belly shaking his head and a fresh new wave of tears stream down both our faces

“I’m so sorry, this is all my fault, I was with Tigs I thought we’d be okay……Harley oh my baby” I can barely breathe my chest tight

“We killed the son of a bitch that did this to ye, the guys their gonna find our baby girl”

We sit there silently as he runs his hand back and forth on my arm

“He would’ve been beautiful you know, would’ve look just like you” I sigh

“Don’t do that, it’ll only hurt more”

“Does everyone know?” You only told tigs and chibs

“No’ yet they’re still out there lookin”

“I tried…..I tried to protect them both, I know you’re mad but…..if we find Harley and you don’t want anything to do with me anymore I’d get it Chibs” my breath hitches when he take my face in his hand forcing me to took at him as he scowls

“This ain’t yer fault, we’re gonna find our baby girl and we’re gonna heal baby, ye ain’t scaring me away”

•

I couldn’t sleep, the whole night I was wide awake, Chibs holding me the whole time running his hand throw my hair know it always helped me

The sun shinning through the window the room silent all I hear is the monitor and his heart beat under my ear

“Can I get ye anything baby? Gonna grab a coffee” I shake my head as he looks down at me

“I’ll be right back lassy” he leans down kissing my cheek his eyes full of sorrow

What have I done, I should’ve listened to tigs, I should’ve stayed at the club I would’ve still had my babies

I get out of bed wincing and achingly make my way to the conjoined bathroom locking the door, leaning against the counter I look on the mirror frightened by my own reflection, my hand goes instinctively to my belly, my little bump gone

It should’ve been me not my innocent little boy, I don’t even know if it would’ve been a boy but after Chibs said it I just had a feeling, he would’ve been just like Chibs, he would’ve grown up to protect Harley like a good brother, how do I move on from this, even though Chibs said he’d stay by me how could he look at me other than the woman who took away his two babies by a stupid mistake

Everything was going so well, I had the man of my dreams, my brother and mother, my baby girl and another on the way

“Darlin?” I hear Chibs call coming back into the room but I’m so wrapped in my own thunderstorm, I felt frozen then a knock on the door

“My love ye alright?”

“I….i can’t….”

“Open the door sweetheart yer scaring me”

“It should’ve been me…..not my baby” the door bursts open and he takes my shoulders shaking me

“Baby ye need to breath, the guys are on their way back they wanna see ye” he leads me to the bed and tucks me in

“Ye don’t talk like that, we’ll get through this baby”

I let out a shaky breathe when the door opens and the crew comes in surround the room, mom coming in last holding my little girl and Chibs jumps up taking her and holding her close saying something in Gaelic as he came and sat back down next to me, she was fast asleep not a care in the word not knowing how much danger she was in

“My sweet girl” I don’t have it in me to break down again so I just rest my head in chibs and trace patterns on her little head, a release off my chest knowing she’s gone back with me and Chibs

“Thank ye brothas I owe ye my life”

“Nah man it’s what’s families for” Jax said and the guys agree, Tigs comes to my side giving me a look

“I’m so sorry sweetie, the baby?” The other guys look confused and I just shake my head, tigs eyes glistening but full of rage

“Shit”

“What’re you talking about?” Bobby asks and I just curl further into Chibs side

“She was pregnant with our wee lad” I take my hand and cover my face almost ashamed I couldn’t take another pity glance

“We took those bastards out” Opie states

“Shit sis why didn’t you tell us”

“Not the time Jackie boy”

They stuck around for awhile longer and it gave me a comforting feeling knowing they were here

“Thank you guys” I finally say after hours of just holding Harley

“Your SAMCROS princess we’ve got your back” happy says in that grumbly voice

Tara comes in and is shocked by all the people in my room

“I see you have some visitors” she says as she comes a checks my vitals

“How’re you feeling?” I shrug my shoulders

“Tired” I look back at Chibs fast asleep in the chair beside my bed with Harley snoring in his chest curled like a little burrito, a few of the guys asleep the only ones awake are Tigs Jax and happy

“Are you sure Tara?” She looks at me confused

“What do you mean?”

“Are you sure I had a miscarriage” she nods

“It was too late, the baby wasn’t strong enough, I’m so sorry” she gave Jax a glance then left

I look at happy and he comes right by me

“Did you make them suffer”

“Went out screaming”

“Good”

•

Weeks went by and the pain never left, sure my bruises and cuts healed but they didn’t compared to the hurt I felt inside, how everyone looked at me like I was glass ready to break any second, Chibs always at my beckon call

Harley babbling more and more now which helped distract me, moms having a family supper, everyone’s laughing and eating all the food, Chibs scooped some salad onto my plate and a chicken breast

“Come on lassy eat, I know yer hungry” Chibs says in my ear before kissing my temple

“Right sorry just thinking” the night went on and I was feeling a bit better with all the distraction and my whole family surrounding me

“Everyone me and Jax have an announcement” Tara says as she stands at the table

“We’re pregnant” and that piece was ripped away from me I gasp feeling like the air was ripped from me too

Chibs throws his arm around me and leads me out of the room everyone was silent the only thing I heard was Jax

“I told you we should wait”

The door to my old bedroom closes, I sit in the bed, Harley in the bassinet in the corner mom kept here, Chibs kneeling infront of me

“Shite baby girl what can I do? It’s killing me seeing ye like this” he brushes my hair back

“I don’t wanna hurt anymore, I can’t stop thinking about him Chibs”

“You don’t have to forget about him darlin, he’s always gonna be a part of us foreva, but we still have our wee lassy, she needs her mother, I need my baby girl back, we need to live in honour of him” I sigh hanging my head letting his words sink in

“Okay I’ll try”

•

Part.9

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[ravennaortiz]

Chapter 1 :The Making of a Villian

Summary: Tara hires Clay's Daughter as a Nanny to help with the kids in an attempt to give her and Jax more time alone to repair their relationship. She does this as a punishment for Gemma who is not allowed to see the kids. Unfortunately Clay's Daughter has her own power play in mind and it doesn't stop with just getting Jax to cheat.

As always 18+.

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Nova sat journaling in Juices guest bedroom where she had spent the last several weeks. Most of her injuries were healed at this point. The ugly, splotchy bruising having mostly faded. The broken bones and cartilage mended. The swelling long gone and the lacerations turned to raised scars. While her body was mostly healed her mind not so much. Though it was difficult to decide if all the turmoil in her head from just that one event weeks or ago or was that just the tipping point.  Long gone was the sweet, carefree and loving Nova.

Now more than ever she truly felt the name Morrow fit her well. Tapping her pen on the page she glanced out the window. The setting sun sending a dazzling display of reds, pinks and purples across the sky. Soon the stars and moon would illuminate the night. She frowned as she felt a pain in her chest as she wondered if he too was watching the sunset like they used too. What she would do for one more sunset watch, one more kiss, one more hug, one more I love you text she thought as tears prickled in her eyes.

As quick as the sadness came it was replaced with anger. The raw pure fury of a woman pushed too far. Slamming her chair back making a boom she grabbed the string and yanked hard sending the blinds flying down as it snapped. By the time Juice had Nova tackled onto her bed her hands were bleeding from punching the window panes leaving them and the white curtains splattered in flecks of blood.

“Nova, Nova, Nova. It’s okay” soothed Juice as he kept her pinned beneath him. Grimacing as her foot connected with his shin over and over. “Its okay. You are okay” he continued as she started to struggle less and less. Her breathing coming in rapid pants, skin clammy under his fingertips and her eyes wide and far away. Relaxing his grip some and shifting his weight she stayed limp underneath him.

Closing his eyes as he calmed himself he glanced up to the doorway as Jax stood there. His face a mix of anger and worry. He had been stopping by to talk to Nova when he and Juice had heard the commotion and screaming from upstairs. The screaming was pure terror and pierced his soul just like they had that day all those weeks ago when he walked into a scene of chaos at the clubhouse. A frantic call from Donna that Clay was beating her to death had him and Opie abandoning the gun run. Jax had been expecting to see his mom and Clay fighting like usual but to his horror he had found Clay on top of his step sister in a puddle of blood, her eyes vacant and looking lifeless as he slammed fists after fists into her body.

“Jax!” yelled Juice again snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Sorry. What can I do?” he asked as he stepped into the bedroom.

“Medical bag in my bathroom. Grab it and bring it in here. Then call Chibs and Half-Sack please” repeated Juice as he took Nova’s pulse.

Jax nodded and pulled his phone out and dialed Chibs number as he went to get the bag. He sighed as he saw a message from Tara asking if she could come see Nova. While he understood her remorse and need to make amends. He couldn’t help but feel it was too little too late. Especially after what he had just witnessed. Tara speaking to Nova and trying to apologize would only make the rift between her and Nova worse.

Later

Juice was exhausted as he sat down in the computer chair in Novas room. He rubbed his face as he listened to her rhythmic breathing. Her hands bandaged and tended to and a sedative realizing her for the night. Times like this he couldn’t help but feel this was all his fault. He had known and let it happen. He had never seen Nova so happy and as long as she was safe who cared right? Her being so far away for school should have given her a large safety window. If he had just squashed the relationship and steered her away from him then Nova wouldn’t be like this.

Though also if Tara had just minded her business and not planned a surprise visit then none of this would have happened either. He still couldn’t wrap his head around what she had gained from telling Clay what she had seen at Novas apartment. Nor did he understand why Clay had reacted so aggressively when all he had was Taras words and no evidence. Hell Clay didn’t even like Tara so why did he choose her over his own daughter?

Juices eyes strayed to Novas journal and the last words she had written.

I guess I’m a villain now. At least this is how they are made….from anger, violence and hate. Serial killers are made in this manner too. Though they have TBI’S ….Chibs assures me I do not have a TBI so therefore I cannot be a serial killer. I’m not convinced but I also don’t think I could kill anyone…..but I guess you never know. Its just too much…sometimes I wish I had just died that day on the clubhouse floor. Or better yet that my mom had just gotten that damn abortion that Clay wanted her to have. But I guess that’s just how villains are made….unwillingly. I don’t want to be a villain….i just wanted to be loved.

Juice sighed as he closed her journal before standing up and moving to the bed. Carefully sitting down he moved to lay next to Nova so that she would not be alone if the sedative wore off before morning.  Smoothing her hair he kissed her forehead. “You were and are loved Nova. More than you will ever know” he murmured.

[pagesfromthevoid]

Glitch | k.h. | 1

Kakashi Hatake x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None

Author's Note: Lmao I'm not even sorry for what I did here honestly

Talk to me! | Series Masterlist | AO3

Following Team 7's return from the Land of Waves...

“You look like hell.”

“Feel like it too,” Kakashi managed to say, though his voice dripped with exhaustion. 

Her brow furrowed as she forgot what she was doing, turning around to follow him. “What happened? I heard your mission went south quick but —,”

“Went from a C to an A as soon as we walked out the gate,” he interrupted, though he kept his eyes forward. 

Her eyes widened as the admission, instinctively reaching out to touch his arm. Kakashi flinched at the touch, and she immediately pulled away. “What about your team? Are they —,”

“They’re fine.” 

“But you’re not.”

He simply shrugged, that mask of indifference returning as he gave her a smile. It didn’t even reach his eye, however, and she knew better than to believe him.

 “I’ll be okay.”

“You need to go to the hospital, Hatake.”

“Nah.”

She rolled her eyes at his stubbornness, shaking her head. “Whatever you say, Kakashi.” 

She turned on her heel to walk away, leaving him to recover from his mission however way he did. She didn’t have the energy to argue with him about how he handled his emotions. If he wanted to talk about it, he could find Gai or someone else —but she wasn’t going to force him to talk to her. 

It was his sudden hand on her shoulder that  stopped her, though, causing her to freeze suddenly at his touch. The flinch he had earlier suggested he didn’t actually like touching other people; but the hold he had on her was tight. This was more physical contact than they’d ever had, she was pretty sure. 

Glancing over her shoulder, she frowned. He didn’t say anything, simply dropped his hand as if realizing what he had done. Letting out a breath, she turned back to look up at him properly. 

“I’m meeting Gemma and my cousin for drinks, if you want to come,” she offered softly, giving him a reassuring smile. 

Kakashi hesitated, just briefly, before nodding once. “I’d like that.”

She slipped her hands into her pockets, nodding down the street to the bar where she was meeting Genma and Asuma. Kakashi fell into step with her, though he tried to keep space between the two. She kept glancing at him, trying to see any crack in the façade that he had put up. But even if he was clearly exhausted, Kakashi didn’t let on that anything else was wrong. 

He opened the door to the bar, holding it for her. She nodded in thanks, passing by him as Asuma waved her over. Genma smirked around his senbon, kicking a chair out for her to sit in. 

“Well, well, well —looks like Miss Konoha managed to get the heartbreak prince himself out and about.”

She sat down, but kicked Genma in the shin, causing him to buckle over and groan. “You know I hate when you call me that.”

Asuma chuckled, flicking ash from his cigarette into the tray. “You’re the one who coined it.”

“When I was nine.”

Kakashi pulled the chair beside her out, sitting down and leaning back casually. Any exhaustion he might have hinted at had disappeared as he smiled at the two jonin across from them. 

“Miss Konoha, huh?”

“First female hokage,” Asuma explained, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a sip. “She was insistent as a kid.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back and looking away as her cheeks heated up in embarrassment. “Better than the heartbreak prince,” she snipped, pouting some. 

“I don’t know how I ever got that nickname,” Kakashi admitted, rubbing the back of his neck some. “It’s not like I’ve broken any hearts.”

“ On purpose ,” Genma pointed out, grinning still. “You say no to everyone that asks you out. Breaking hearts left and right, Hatake.”

Kakashi simply shrugged, and she looked back at him with her brow raised. The waitress set down another bottle of sake and two empty glasses, smiling politely at Kakashi and her before hurrying away. 

“Except little Miss Konoha,” Asuma teased, and she tried to kick him under the table next but kicked Genma again. 

“Ow! What the hell, I didn’t —,”

“If you two are done being annoying,” she interrupted, giving them both pointed looks. “I’d like to drink in peace. Or maybe we can talk about Kurenai , cousin.”

Asuma sputtered, turning red for a moment before giving her a pointed look of his own. “Fine, okay, we’re through.”

The evening continued, the conversation and laughter flowing freely as they recounted their adventures and reminisced about their time as young shinobi. Genma, sitting beside her, seized every opportunity to flirt and engage in light banter. His playful remarks were laced with subtle hints, and he flashed her a charming smile that spoke of his interest. However, she had become adept at feigning obliviousness to his advances, opting instead to focus on the broader conversation. Genma flirted every time they went out; she usually ignored him. Throughout it all, however, she couldn't shake the feeling that Kakashi's attention was still focused on her. She occasionally caught him stealing glances, his lone visible eye studying her with a depth that went beyond their usual interactions.

Genma, in his relentless pursuit, leaned in closer, lowering his voice to a husky whisper, "You know, you're the most captivating person in this room tonight." He traced a finger along the rim of his sake cup, his gaze lingering on her with an intensity that bordered on provocative.

She offered a polite but noncommittal smile, rolling her eyes. "Flattery gets you nowhere, Genma."

Kakashi's subtle glances continued, and she couldn't help but wonder if his silent observations were a response to Genma's advances. Was he trying to protect her, or was there something more significant behind those looks?

As the night progressed, she found herself caught in a delicate balance, deflecting Genma's playful advances with practiced ease. Genma's charming smiles and witty remarks were ever-present, and though they had shared friendly banter in the past, tonight there was an added layer of flirtation that she couldn't ignore. His eyes sparkled mischievously, and his laughter was accompanied by lingering glances that hinted at something more.

Amidst Genma's advances, she couldn't help but steal glances at Kakashi, who seemed to be in a world of his own. His mask of indifference had slipped just enough to reveal a hint of vulnerability earlier, and she couldn’t help but worry about how he was feeling throughout the night. However, navigating Genma’s flirting and her concern for Kakashi was not easy, and it was getting frustrating.

Finally, though, the night drew to a close and the four shinobi stood. Asuma was a little worse off than the rest of them –though she was certain that Kakashi didn’t have a single drink the entire time. While she wasn’t drunk by any means, she was tipsy enough to feel warm inside as Kakashi motioned for her to walk ahead of him. Asuma bid the three of them goodbye as they stepped outside the bar, and she waved her cousin off with a content smile of her own. 

Genma decided to take the opportunity to make his move then. He leaned in closer to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, and said, "Hey, before we head out, I was wondering if you'd like to grab dinner with me sometime? Just the two of us."

Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced at Kakashi, who had leaned against the pillar outside the bar, reading in the lamplight. His eye darted between her and his book, however, and she caught the glance with an uncomfortable stare.

"I appreciate the offer, Genma, I do –but I don’t have time for dating or anything. Not with my team, and missions,” she explained, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly as she looked up at him. 

Genma's smile faltered briefly, but he quickly masked it with a casual shrug. "No problem, I understand. Just thought I'd give it a shot."

With half a wave and a smile, Genma walked off with a simple goodbye, leaving her and Kakashi standing outside the bar. She watched his retreating figure, making a face as she considered Genma’s offer. It’s not that he wasn’t attractive –he was; and funny. And they got along well. But she wasn’t lying when she said that there just wasn’t time to date. The life of a shinobi didn’t leave room for feelings, let alone actual relationships. Some people were lucky enough –Asuma and Kurenai, or even Minato and Kushina –but even her and Kakashi’s…. situationship was taking up more time in her life than it should have been.

Turning her attention to Kakashi, she found that his demeanor had shifted again, this time from his earlier indifference to something more elusive. He seemed distant, staring blankly at his book –though she knew he wasn’t reading it; his eye wasn’t scanning over the page –and his posture had gone rigid. It was as if a curtain had fallen between them, and she couldn't understand what had changed so suddenly.

"Kakashi?" She ventured cautiously, her concern for him evident in her voice.

He turned to her, his visible eye locking onto hers, but his response was curt and devoid of the warmth she had felt earlier in the night. "I should get going. Thank you for inviting me.”

Before she could utter another word, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving her standing there. She was bewildered and unsure of what had just happened, really. The night hadn’t been that bad, and even if Kakashi didn’t particularly like socializing, he seemed to have had a good time. The sudden shift in his behavior left her with a sense of unease, and she couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with what had just happened between her and Genma.

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“You should have seen it!” Naruto exclaimed a few days later, having followed her out of the grocery store. “We saved the bridge builder and stopped Gatō too!”

It was her day off, and she had wandered into the grocery store to stock up on a few things before her next mission. Naruto had been picking up his weekly allotment of instant ramen, coming up a little short and huffing in frustration; she offered to pay his tab. This is what prompted him to follow her out into the streets, insisting on carrying her groceries as a thank you.

“It sounds like your mission was successful then,” she replied, looking down at him with a small smile. 

“It was a close call,” he admitted, though reluctant to do so. “Sasuke was in pretty bad shape, and Kakashi-sensei was stuck trying to stop Zabuza while I had to fight this kid Haku!”

“Zabuza?” She repeated, brow furrowing. The Demon Hidden in the Mist. Kakashi hadn’t mentioned that the other night; though it explained why he was so beaten down. “Who is Haku?”

“Zabuza’s…well, I guess he was Zabuza’s friend,” Naruto settled on, scratching his chin some as he considered how to describe his opponent. “Haku stepped in front of Zabuza to protect in the end –Kakashi-sensei –well, he…”

But Naruto didn’t need to finish the story because she now understood what had happened.

“Did Kakashi kill Haku, Naruto?” She asked softly, looking ahead now as they walked.

“Yeah,” Naruto murmured, voice softer than she’d ever heard before. “He didn’t mean to; Kakashi-sensei was using this jutsu –his lightning blade –and Haku appeared between him and Zabuza. It happened really fast.”

They stopped outside her apartment door, where she turned and took her groceries from the genin. “Sometimes, in order to do the right thing, we have to make choices that aren’t great,” she explained, opening her door. “If you want to be a great ninja, Naruto, you’ll make tough decisions too.”

“I know,” he replied, nodding in agreement. Then he perked up, grinning at her. “Kakashi-sensei said that we get a break for a little while, but I need to keep training. Could I join your team when you train tomorrow, sensei?”

She hesitated a moment, wondering how that would play out, but then nodded once. Naruto was far too determined for his own good sometimes, but he had just experienced something no other genin normally would at this stage. It would do her team some good to hear about his experiences.

“Why don’t you help me train them tomorrow, instead?” She offered, smiling down at him. “You’ve got some good experience now, maybe you can show them what you learned while you were away.”

“You want me to help teach ?” He exclaimed, practically bouncing on his heels. “For sure, sensei! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Naruto took off with a whoop and a wave, and she watched as he went off. Shaking her head, she pushed her door open and stepped inside, setting her things down with a sigh. Kakashi’s behavior suddenly made sense; using the Lightning Blade to end a life –end another kid’s life –probably reminded him too much of what happened with Rin.

Perhaps she should pay Rin a visit; see if there was something the kunoichi could do for their friend from beyond the realm of the living. 

[bledvencm]

COLORING PAGES, were scattered across the small coffee table, which sat on the right hand side of her office. The small blonde baby girl set HEAVILY CONCENTRATED on coloring each every section of the Disney characters that lined the white coloring sheets. The small noises rising from the small child, which were bringing a soft smile to Alexis's mouth. A proud, vibrant adoration shinning behind those ocean blues. As she observed her three year old, doing something she enjoyed. Her own paper work scattered before her, both business and club business.

A hand hovering over her phone, she needed to reach out to GEMMA TELLER. Since her own mother or father were unable to watch Madison today, and Jax was not answering his phone. She still wasn't sure how she felt about leaving their daughter with him , without her in the same room during. Not that she didn't trust him with Maddy, it was more over the way things had ended between them. Something she STILL HADN'T WORKED THROUGH yet.

If she was being honest, she didn't really like Gemma handling Madison either. She had a tendency to take her to SamCRO, when Alexis had SPECIFICALLY asked her not too. And she knew, she only did, so Jax could see his daughter. But, it wasn't her place, and it really got under Alexis's skin. A regretted sigh rolled from her tongue, as she lifted the phone from it's cradle. But stopped mid lift, when she saw Jessica open her door, after giving a knock to her door. Blonde locks spilling in around the door frame. As HER VP poked her head into her office.

' ALEX ' a nickname she called Alexis by, riding across her heavy accented tongue. ' We have visitors, SamCRO related. Thought you'd want to come see! ' She hadn't been expecting any of them to be coming by. But, just cause they didn't have a meeting. Or, any business at all, they sometimes dropped in. To have there bikes worked on, or get there leather jacket's patched up, or to buy parts, etc. Offering smile, she stood from behind her desk. Walking around the desk, she got glimpse of who was standing out on the main floor.

Chris, Jax's brother along with Tig and Bobby. She was curious, and she'd be lying if she didn't bite her lip at the sight of Chris. God, why was she JONESING for ANOTHER TELLER. Closing her eyes, she quickly reopened them and turned toward Jessica. She asked Jess to watch Madison, before she headed out of her office. Her leather skirt hugged her hips, arms crossing over her black, low neck top as she approached the boys.

❝ Boys, what brings you to our Shop? Did Jax send you? ❞

@violentnatured | Cause Hell Yea

[atthedugouts]

not a crime prompt but Yevgeny falling and needing stitches or something and Mick and Svetlana have to take him to the hospital pleease <3

Hi Tee! Thank you for being my fellow Mickey, Svetlana, Yevgeny family truther ❤️ I know this subject is very dear to you so I hope you like this fic!

“It’s hot as balls,” Mickey whined as he sat on a bench in the shade. Svetlana dragged him to the park with her and Yevgeny and to top it off it was Svet’s day to watch the Ball twins and Franny. Just because Svetlana and the others have agreed to a rotating babysitting schedule doesn’t mean he has to be a part of it. Mickey doesn’t like being outnumbered by the children. They all team up together and cause too much trouble.

“Hey,” Svetlana says as she kicked her husband in the shin.

“Fuck that for?”

“We have to watch children. It’s our duty,” Svetlana says sternly.

“We don’t got to do shit,” Mickey says, raising his eyebrows up at his wife. “I’m not the one who agreed to do fucking childcare for free.”

“We all raise children together. Redhead girl will watch Yevy tomorrow. It’s perfect system.”

“They’re playing in a sandbox, how close do you want me to watch them?” Mickey asked. “We can see fine from here. Sit your ass in the shade and eat some applesauce. Ya getting cranky.”

Svetlana looks over her shoulder and sees the children building a sandcastle together. Maybe she was being over cautious. Yevgeny was getting older and maybe at five years old he doesn’t need someone monitoring his every move. With a sigh she joins Mickey on the bench. She watched Yevgeny show Franny how to dig a moat around the castle as Gemma and Amy stuck leaves in the towers as decoration. She’s proud of the nice boy she’s raising.

Mickey elbows her and shows her a video of people taking turns pouring different beverages in a cocktail shaker and drinking the final product. They laughed together as Mickey called the people in the video pussies for not being able to handle their alcohol.

Then a loud thud was heard along with screams that jolted Mickey and Svetlana off of the bench.

Amy came running over with a panicked look on her face.

“Miss Lana!” Amy shouted.

Mickey and Svetlana rushed over to the sandbox and found Yevgeny sitting up with blood trickling down his forehead. Svetlana starts fussing over him in Russian but their son just gave her a confused look.

“Shit,” Mickey said, he knows that confused look. He saw it in his siblings and cousins a lot growing up. “Kid’s got a concussion.”

“What happen?” Svet asked the other kids.

“We started going down the slide,” Gemma said.

“And Yevy said he could go down head first,” Amy finished.

“He went down really fast,” Franny adds with some excitement. 

Svetlana tried to wipe the blood away but more kept coming. She notices the gash is deeper than she originally thought. 

“Shit,” she says. “We must take him to hospital.”

“Fuck we got to do that for?” Mickey says thinking of how expensive ER visits are. “Just give him some ice and make sure he doesn’t fall asleep.”

“He needs stitches,” Svetlana glared at Mickey that reminded him of her hammer that is always waiting for him at home.

“Fine,” Mickey relented. “Everyone in the fucking car.”

Luckily the south side ER was not overrun with gunshot wounds and overdoses so Yevgeny was seen rather quickly. Mickey sat in the waiting room with the girls as Svetlana went with Yevgeny. A nurse gave the girls coloring supplies so they could make get well cards for Yevy. Mickey’s hands shaked as they itched for a cigarette. The realization of what happened hit him. Svetlana was right, the kids do need to be watched over. He remembers getting concussions when he was a kid and what a terrifying experience it could be. Though that could be because of the traumatizing way they happened. His dad was usually the source of pain. Fuck, was Yevgeny going to be scared of him now? Mickey was about his age when he started to be afraid of Terry. Shit, what if the hospital thinks he hit him. They have the power to call CPS and take him away.

Mickey texted Ian to let him know what was going on. He didn’t want to bother him at work but didn’t know what else to do. Being in the waiting room Mickey had flashbacks to the first time he messed up with Yevgeny. When he picked up his baby son from the police station that was the first time we realized that he loved him. When the police officer placed him in his arms Mickey whispered his apologies into his tiny ears and promised he would never put him in danger again. Today he broke that promise. 

Svetlana entered the waiting room with Yevgeny in her arms and the doctor next to her.

“Mr. Milkovich?” the doctor greets.

Mickey stands up and nods his head.

“You got a brave boy here,” the doctor says about Yevgeny.

“Of course he is, he’s a Milkovich. Right little man?” Mickey says, raising his hand to Yevgeny to high five. Yevgeny weakly slaps his dad’s hand. The doctor gives a little chuckle.

“He’s going to be a little tired for the next day or two but he should recover just fine,” the doctor says. “Concussions can be a rite of passage for some active kids. Just make sure he gets plenty of rest, do your best to keep him away from screens for the next 48 hours, that includes tablets,” both Svetlana and Mickey scoffed at that, like they have money to give their child his own iPad. “If his head keeps bothering him you can put ice on his head and if it hurts anymore you can give him another dose of tylenol in a couple hours. If he starts showing worse symptoms like vomiting or seizures-”

“Seizures!” Svetlana says with fear and Mickey’s heart dropped. Could Yevgeny have permanent brain damage because of this?

“I wouldn’t worry much about it,” the doctor says in a calming tone. “It’s highly unlikely but just in case bring him right back and we’ll take care of him.”

After receiving the aftercare instructions the group heads back to the car. The girls try showing him the drawings they made but Yevgeny could barely keep his eyes open. When Mickey got behind the wheel his phone buzzed. He got a text back from Ian with way too many emojis like always. He basically said the same thing the doctor said and promised to bring home ice packs from work. 

“Dad?” Yevgeny weakly asks. He was curled up in Svetlana’s lap in the passenger's seat next to Mickey.

“Yeah little man?”

“Can we get pizza?” Mickey looked at Svetlana. He was sure she would protest and insist on making something healthy so he could recover better. Instead she simply nods her head as she lightly runs her hands through Yevgeny’s blond hair.

“Of course,” Mickey replied. He drives out of the parking lot and silently promises that starting from this moment he will do better. He will be a better father and do what Terry couldn’t. He will protect his son.

[imogenkol]

— Original Character Directory —

here is a basic list of active ocs I have created (+ their ships) that will hopefully make it easier for anyone curious about them to find information as well as for my own organizational purposes. This will be updated with new ocs as well!

all OC edits here

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CURRENT FICS:

If I Had A Heart (Imogen Kol x Bix Caleen) - general navigation masterpost // ao3 masterpost

STAR WARS:

Imogen Kol (Jedi Games/Andor) [tag] [edits] [pinterest]

Adhira Berkana (Ahsoka) [tag] [pinterest]

Az Calix [tag] [edits] [pinterest]

Ilya Nova [tag]

Feraleth Stendar (The High Republic) [tag]

Zephyrine Abraxas (The High Republic) [tag] [pinterest]

Leera Locke (The Mandalorian) [pinterest]

Blaik (Prequels) [tag] [pinterest]

THE LAST OF US:

Morgan Reed (Game) [tag] [pinterest]

Raleigh Pierce (Game) [tag]

Beck Emerson (HBO Show) [tag]

CYBERPUNK 2077:

Vaune Iyer [tag] [pinterest]

BALDUR’S GATE 3:

Hael Ashwood [tag] [pinterest] [edits]

Yvaine [tag] [pinterest] [edits]

FALLOUT:

Nora Abbot [tag] [pinterest]

W6-32 “Wicke” [tag] [pinterest]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON:

Valenya Targaryen [tag] [pinterest]

Ianthe Redwyne [tag] [pinterest]

FAR CRY 5:

Lorna Holt [tag] [pinterest]

Rocky Blackburn

SKYRIM:

Yrsa Gunnr [tag] [pinterest]

Kåre Battle-Born [tag]

Aidith of Stormhaven [tag] [edits] [pinterest]

Skaði [tag]

DRAGON AGE:

Lysistrata de Riva [tag] [edits]

RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2:

Theodora Thorne [tag] [pinterest]

CALL OF DUTY:

Genevieve Cohen [tag] [pinterest]

VARIOUS:

Eddy (Dungeons & Dragons/Baldur’s Gate 3/The Golden Rose) [tag] [pinterest]

ORIGINAL WORKS:

Jayde Thatcher [tag] [pinterest]

Nadya Bishop [tag] [pinterest]

Skye Thatcher

Toby Cortez

Andrea Thatcher

Tristan Thatcher

The Lodge [tag] [pinterest]

Gemma Porter [tag] [edits]

There's Something in the Woods [tag] [pinterest]

SHIPS:

Imogen x Bix Caleen [tag]

Imogen & Cal Kestis (frenemies) [tag]

Jayde x Nadya [tag]

Valenya x Ianthe [tag]

Yvaine x Minthara [tag]

Aidith x Skaði [tag]

Az x Ilya [tag] TBD

Lysistrata x Neve Gallus [tag] TBD

Vaune x Panam Palmer [tag]

Hael x Shadowheart [tag]

Nora x Wicke [tag] TBD

Adhira x Shin Hati x Sabine Wren [tag]

Yrsa x Kåre [tag]

[marleyelona]

RIDE OR DIE (THE PRESIDENT'S DAUGHTER)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sons of Anarchy. All rights go to Kurt Sutter, FX and any others that made this amazing show possible. I do, however, own my character, Letitia Morrow, and any other OCs I might add in the future, along with their backstories and their storylines within the show.

GRAPHICS: I MAKE the gifs that are used throughout this book. On occasion I will use gifs I find on google, which I will clarify. Any gifs I haven't made, all rights of those should go to the rightful creators. I also DO the aesthetics, covers, tags and trailers that are made. Please do not steal them. HOWEVER most of the images you see in this book are made by A.I imaging unless stated otherwise.

WARNING (Mature Audience Only)⚠️: violence, murder, gore, coarse language, mental health issues, domestic violence, drug and alcohol use, and detailed sex scenes will appear in this book. If any of these are a trigger for you, please take caution if you decide to continue. 

[ RIDE OR DIE! ]

Prologue

A Trunk Full of Problems

[Pre-Season One]

" There are two sides to my daughter; the angelic side of her mother and the devious side of me. And you never know which side you're gonna get from one moment to the next. She can switch just like that. "

~ CLAY MORROW to JUICE ORTIZ

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CAST

Emmy Rossum as Letitia Morrow

Penn Badgley as Lewis Mckenna 

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TRIGGER WARNING⚠️: Mentions of domestic abuse, a shooting, minor gore and some coarse language.

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LETTY'S CAR

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LETTY'S OUTFIT

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LETTY'S TATTOOS

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A TWENTY ONE YEAR OLD LETITIA MORROW sped down the highway so fast if she took a wide corner her car would most likely turn over. Apart of her was dreading seeing the 'Welcome to Charming' sign. Letty or Lett, as she was called by many of the small town's residences, speed increased, while tears streamed down her beaten and bruised face. A dark purplish bruise hung under her left eye, her bright cherry lips had grown two sizes too big, as blood oozed out of the corner of her mouth. 

Pressing her foot down on the gas, made her engine let out a loud roar, as a sob escaped her lips when she aggressively rubbed her blood stained hands onto her ripped jeans. Her tears continued to flow like a tap, as the memories of the night prior flashed through her mind like an old movie projector. 

A blood curdling scream echoed in her ears, as she gasped, her eyes shot wide open at the sight of a car inches away from colliding with her front bumper, their bright head lights shinning into her eyes, almost blinding the brunette. 

Her shaky hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, as she turned it, managing to dodge the oncoming car without damaging her beautiful mustang - Thank God or her dad would have killed her. 

The car was in fact her baby. She received him on her sixteenth birthday from her father, who just so happened to be the President of Samcro, Clay Morrow. 

Her father and her had a complicated relationship, childhood worth of resentment hung heavy for Letty, and she was just as stubborn as him, so any chance she got, she liked to remind him how much he wasn't there for her growing up. Sometimes they were too similar, because of this, they constantly butted heads. But at the end of the day they loved each other deeply and were very protective over one another - they would quite literally kill for each other. 

Admittedly, it had been a few years since Letty had been back to Charming, she had moved pretty quickly after she graduated from high school, not wanting to end up some Sons' old lady like Gemma. God, she loved that woman like a mother, but she did not want to turn out like her. 

Gemma and Letty had a close relationship. Letty's mother died in 1987 during an emergency c-section. And when her father married Gemma, she became mum to her, as she had helped raise her pretty much since birth, making her the woman she is today. 

Gemma was the one person Letty was worried to see, as she headed towards the club house. After she left, they had talked on the phone a few times here and there, but it wasn't the same. Gemma didn't fully support her leaving town, so she wasn't excited about the lecture she would mostly definitely receive when they came face to face again after three years. 

Her eyes travelled to the back seat of her car at the many bags she stuffed inside, knowing she couldn't return to her house in Los Angeles, not after what happened the night prior with her boyfriend of three years, who she met during her freshman year of college, where she went onto complete a diploma in nursing. 

That was probably the hardest thing about her decision to race back home to Charming, having to quit a job she loved with people she loved. But she was sure she'd be able to pick up a nursing job at the hospital easy, as they always seem to be short staffed. 

As she passed the out dated 'Welcome to Charming' sign, which hadn't been updated since she was born, maybe even longer, a cold chill ran down her spine. She wonder what the small town of Charming would have in stall for this next chapter of her life. Because one thing was for sure, Charming was never boring, there was always something happening, whether it was good or bad that was up for interpretation. 

Sure, she was happy to see her old friends and family. There was Jax and Opie, who were like her older brothers growing up. Before she had left she got pretty close with Opie's wife Donna, while Opie was inside. Donna actually helped Letty look for colleges far away from Charming and Samcro, thinking if she couldn't get out of the crippling town herself and away from the toxicity of the club, she'd want someone to, who else more deserving than the sweetheart that was Letty Morrow. 

She'd love to see all the boys again. Chibs, Bobby, Tig and Piney were all in the waiting room of the maternity ward when Letita Loraine Morrow was brought into this world. They all actually got kicked out for smoking a couple fat cigars. A story that was continuously told throughout her life, the boys thought it was pretty funny, mainly trying to shine some light on the day they lost a good woman, Loraine Morrow, the most caring woman you'd ever meet, a trait her daughter inherited. 

Letty was close with them all, but Chibs was like a second father to her, so even when her dad wasn't around much when she was a kid, Chibs was there to fill that emptiness in her heart. 

Piney was someone she loved to call her crazy grandpa, she had actually went to calling him Pops or Poppy at a young age. 

And Bobby and Tig were like her eccentrically crazy uncles that would willingly get her plastered, partying right into the night together - she loved them to death. 

As Letty finally pulled into Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair Shop, that was used as a front for their motorcycle club's dealings, she gave herself a small pep talk inside her head, 'It's going to be okay. Sure, you haven't seen most of these people in years, but you got this. It'll be fine'. In fact, she was so deep in her own thoughts and still pretty hysterical, that she didn't realise how far she actually drove into the large compound and before she knew it...BANG! 

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A loud CRASH! Followed by a continuous horn caught the Sons' attention from inside the Chapel. Like any other day, the boys sat around the table discussing current business, before they were oh-so-rudely interrupted. 

Instantly, they were all on their feet, their senses on high alert, because when you were apart of a motorcycle club that did questionable dealings, you should always expect the worst. Each member had a hand clamped around their gun that sat on their hips; ready to draw it if need be. 

Clay Morrow held up a hand, signalling from them all to stay put. Placing a finger to his lips, he motioned with his head for them to quietly follow him outside. 

Making it outside and around the back of the large compound, they all noticed the familiar red mustang, which had clearly crashed into the garage sliding door. 

"Jesus Christ!" Clay hissed under his breath, running hand through his white-blonde hair, as he released his grip from his glock. Jax Teller, Chibs Telford, Bobby Munson, Piney Winston, Tig Trager and Opie Winston, followed suit, relaxing slightly. Although, both Juice Ortiz and Half-Sack Epps were still clearly on high alert - what the hell was going on? 

Concern and worry had washed over the older members' faces, Clay being the first one to rush over to the car. But all of them sighed in relief when the driver's side door opened and a girl with long, brown, curly hair stepped out of the vehicle. Juice and Half-sack had held back; having no idea what was happening. 

"Daddy!" Letty immediately broke down at the sight of her father, instantly running into his arms and soaking his chest with tears, as she sobbed. And as Juice watched the scene unfold, he felt a small pang in his heart for the poor girl. 

Clay pulled back, holding the woman at arms length, as he cupped her beautiful face. And once Juice finally got a good look at her features, his jaw almost hit the floor. She was hot. No, not hot...Gorgeous. He honestly thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his whole life. And he had been with his fair share of beautiful women, but not one of them held a candle to Letty Morrow.

"Honey, what happened--?" Clay started to ask, before his face fell, noticing the state she was in and the bruises that scattered her entire body, not just her face. "Did he beat you again?" Clay's whole face turned murderous, as he tightly gripped his daughter's shoulders, which made her wince in pain. 

All the girl managed was a nod of her head, which only angered Clay more. 

"I'm gonna fucking kill him!" the man clenched his fists, as he started to storm towards his bike, but Letty was quick to grab his arm. 

"No! You're not going anywhere," she declared, sending her father a stern look. 

Yanking his arm back, he glared at his only daughter, "Don't tell me what I'm gonna fucking do. He put his hands on you, baby!" 

"I understand that," she said, matching his tone. If the situation wasn't so serious the boys would of had a laugh at how quickly father and daughter had started arguing. It was always said, 'You can't have Clay and Letty in the same room for too long or a storm would brew'. 

Clay went to open his mouth to argue once again, but Letty cut him off and continued with what she was saying, "That's why I took care of it," she said in a tone of voice that gave nothing away, her face even remained solemn, so you couldn't even read her facial expressions to guess what she meant by that statement. 

Clay furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "What does that even mean?" he slightly snapped, throwing his hands up in frustration. 

"I came here because I need your help," she stated, making her way over to her car, Clay and the boys followed after her as she started to unlock her boot. Pulling the door open, the boys leaned over to look inside and their eyes widened at the sight of a man all tied up with a gun shot wound on his lower region, his blood staining the lining of the boot. 

"You stupid fucking bitch!" Lewis Mckenna hissed, glaring bloody murder at his girlfriend of three years, as he thrusted around, trying to get free from the tight binds. "You actually fucking shot me! Oh, my God, you shot me in the dick!" he cried, looking down at his wounded genitals that oozed with blood. 

While amusement was clear on the older members' faces, Juice and Half-Sack were watching on, completely confused, but also very intrigued, watching this all play out like it was a brand new movie at the cinemas. All they were missing was popcorn. 

"And I should of done worse, you fucking cock sucker!" she sneered, shooting daggers with her eyes at her latest ex-boyfriend. 

A growl sounded from the back of Lewis' throat, as his glared up at her hatefully, "I'm going to fucking kill, you crazy bitch--!" 

The guy's threat was cut short by an elbow to the face, knocking him out cold, "That's enough out of," Jax smirked, owner of said elbow, earning him a chuckle from the girl that was basically his sister, they gave each other enough wedgies growing up to justify that. 

"As you can see..." she said to her father, putting on her best, 'I'm sweet and innocent' look "...I fucked up." 

"Yeah, you should of went for the head," Clay hissed, looking at the man in complete disgust, like he was the piece of gum under his shoe. 

"I thought it showed creativity," Letty pouted like a five year old who was just refused ice cream for dinner, crossing her arms over her chest. "So sue me," she shrugged nonchalantly. 

"I thought it was pretty creative, darlin'," Tig stated with that somewhat sinister smirk of his. "Take away a man's equipment -Worse and most painful punishment there is." 

"Thanks, Tigga," she said, sending the man a kind smile. Her nickname for Tig came from when she was a toddler and just learning to say a few words here and there, so when Tig tried to teach her his name or his nickname, she kept just getting excited repeatedly yelling her favourite cartoon character's name and the nickname just stuck ever since. 

Clay shot his Sergeant in Arms a glare, "Don't encourage her," he scolded. 

Tig raised his hands in mock-surrender, "Hey! She's your daughter."

Clay's glare sharpened at his words, making him take a step back, his hands still raised, "That's all I'm saying." 

"Letty?!" the voice of Gemma Teller-Morrow sounded from behind the girl. The woman had stepped out of the office to investigate what the commotion was all about, she didn't recognise the woman at first, squinting her eyes, as she blocked out the sun's UV rays with her hand. And that's when she saw it, the face she hadn't seen in nearly three whole years. One she'd recognise from a mile away.

Letty was quick to whip her head around and a smile immediately graced her face as she spotted Gemma striding over to her in a quick pace. 

"Well, well, well, look at what the cat dragged in," chuckled Gemma, as she reached the girl, looking at her fondly. 

"Gemma," Letty beamed, bringing the woman into a hug. 

"Gemma?" the woman frowned in confusion as they parted. "What happened to Mum?" she questioned, tilting her head to the side, as she raised an eyebrow, staring the girl down. "Been gone too long, you forgot who raised your skinny ass," she teased, cupping the girl's chin as she gave her face a playful shake. "Huh?" 

Letty chuckled, shaking her head amusingly, "Never." 

Gemma smiled, wrapping her arm around her step-daughter's shoulders, before leading her back over to her car and examined the contents of her boot, a hum leaving her lips, "This is the boyfriend I'm guessing?" 

"Ex-boyfriend," Letty corrected. 

"Well, they can't say you don't know how to make an entrance." 

"Well, you know..." she said, shrugging nonchalantly. "I gotta keep the old man on his toes," she said, flashing her father a cheeky smirk, as she sent him a wink, earning a playful glare in response.

Gemma let out a loud chuckle, snapping her head back in amusement, "Well, what do you say, why don't we leave the boys to clean up this mess you created, and you and I grab a cuppa and catch up?" she asked, as she started to guide the girl back over to her father's office. "It's been so long. I've missed you around here, baby!" Gemma beamed happily, as she rubbed her shoulders - glad her daughter was back. 

"Yeah, I've missed you guys, too," Letty said, and it was true, she did. She never wanted to leave the people. She wanted to leave the club and small town life behind. 

Meanwhile, Juice was in a hypnotic state, his eyes watching Letty closely as she walked away, he was practically drooling over her, "She's beautiful, isn't she?" he whispered to Half-Sack in a monotone voice. Juice didn't think about who was around at that moment, as the words slipped from his lips. 

"Yeah," Half-Sack rapidly nodded his head in agreement, while he was actually drooling over her and had to readjust the spring in his jeans. "Hard to think she came from Clay," he chuckled. 

"Hey!" Clay whacked both the zombie like boys on the back of the head.

"Ow!" they both hissed simultaneously, rubbing the back of their heads. 

"Both of your ugly mugs better not be thinking what I think your thinking about," he warned, pointing a stern finger in their faces. 

"Hell no, sir" Half-Sack immediately uttered, his eyes awkwardly finding his feet when he looked away from the girl, not knowing where else to look in the mean time. 

"Yeah, that's what I thought," Clay shot back with narrowed eyes. 

"Damn," Juice whistled, his eyes still locked on the girl, who was now inside, sipping a coffee as she talked with Gemma, still visible through the window, as he remained in his hypnotic state. 

"Oh, Juicy Boy," Tig chuckled amusingly, coming over to wrap his arm over the boy's shoulders, giving him a light pat. "She's gonna chew you up and spit you out." 

"Ain't that the truth," Opie agreed, shaking his head in amusement - Juice could not handle a girl like Letty Morrow, not in the slightest. Stronger men have tried and let's just say, it didn't end well for them. 

Clay joyfully chuckled, finding the boy's crush on his daughter kind of hilarious, knowing she had no interest in dating a Son. He would have applied the rule when she turned eighteen himself, but she had already stated she would never date one of his 'brothers' way before that. 

"There are two sides to my daughter; the angelic side of her mother and the devious side of me. And you never know what side you're gonna get from one moment to the next. She can switch just like that," he said, clicking his fingers together, as a sinister smirk tugged at the corner his lips. "So, this should be fun to watch, aye, boys?" he mocked, as they all roared with laughter. 

Poor Juice had no idea what he was getting himself into; swooning over the President's daughter. 

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Originally Published on Wattpad on the 10/03/2024

A/N:

Please not, all Images were created by Bing's AI generator. Although, the title tag at the top was made by me.

Let me know what you thought of the Prologue to my Sons of Anarchy Fanfiction - Ride or Die.

Marley 😁

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Oh my gawd. I am so sore. I am so tired. I am so....not stressed?

We returned from state competition over the weekend and I walked over TEN MILES in two days. That is not an exaggeration - I'm lucky if I average one on a "regular" day. My shins and calves are SO MAD. (And my lips so chapped from the huffing and puffing 😭). Regular walks are on the list now.

Idk if I've mentioned that K-dawg and I coach a youth robotics team here or not. The kids did so well though. But they have made leaps and bounds of improvement since we started in October. There were some rough spots (including a fight at the competition board 😬) but I would do it all over again in a heartbeat. I'm so proud of these seven kiddos and the hard work they put in even though there were times I wanted to walk away from it.

I also...uh...got a reminder that gravity still works, in the form of "Gemma's knee buckles when she leaps off a small set of stairs and she becomes intimately familiar with the concrete walkway." Gnarly bruised knee (it's just now, two days later that the purple is showing up) and a tiddy bruise the size of a baseball that's an angry purple are my consolation prizes. I'm fine otherwise.

But trying to be strong for your kiddos while they're giving a speech in front of judges without crying when you're absolutely in a butt ton of pain is REALLY hard and I'm pretty sure they heard me sob "goddamn it" into Kallen's shirt mid-presentation while gulping my sobs back. 😅

But hey, we have complimentary busted knees now! 🤣

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [7]

chapter seven, act one: antichrist

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A/N -taking a week off from posting this due to exams and it's my birthday this weekend! thanks to all those who are reading, be back soon

-Mac <3

December 25th 2012

“Merry Christmas, darling.” Denise beams as she opens the door, pulling Tommie into a hug first then Adam and Ross right after.

“Merry Christmas.” The trio repeats.

George is the first to appear around the corner, a christmas jumper, that upon further expectation, they realise is matching with Denise.

He has half a Yorkshire pudding in his mouth and grins when he sees them, “Been waiting for you for bloody ages.”

“Daniel,” Denise scolds, “I said to wait.”

“I was starving.”

He heads back into the kitchen and they follow behind, finding Matty and Louis in similar jumpers, and another three piled on the empty seats.

Ross groans quietly, muttering ‘thought we left this in comp’.

Denise, who had heard him grabs his jumper to throw at him, “It’s Tommie’s first Christmas here with us, so we’re laying it on thick. All the traditions.”

Matty grins, Santa hat crooked on his head, “Here.”

He holds up the green jumper for her and she smiles pulling it on before walking around to talk to Louis.

Matty’s brow furrows and he sits back beside George, “Have I done something recently? Like bad?”

“Did you forget about the window already?”

“No,” He says quietly, looking back to see if his mother heard, “I mean to Tommie. Did I say something?”

George looks up in thought, slowly stealing some veg from one of the bowls in the middle when Denise goes back to the kitchen to grab the extra plates, Tommie and Adam following to help.

Ross sits on the other side of Matty looking at George who chews slowly on his food, “I mean, you did upset her when you said that thing the other day.”

“What thing?” He asks quickly.

“The thing about humbug being Arctic Monkeys' worst album.”

Ross sucks air in through his teeth slowly and tuts, “That’s her favourite album, I’m surprised she didn't kill you.”

“No, no, I mean,” He sighs watching her smile at his little brother, “I don’t know. I just, feel like something has changed.”

George shrugs as Ross gives his insight, “I mean, you have a girlfriend. Maybe she’s laying off to not make Gemma feel uncomfortable.” 

Matty doesn’t really listen, still watching her move about the dining room.

She sits between Adam and Louis, opposite Matty who has George on his left and Ross on his right, then Denise settles at the head of the table.

After everyone’s filled their plates up, and the guys have dug into Tommie for her picky eating habits, it's silent in the room.

Matty’s foot, that has been tapping impatiently against the floor for the past twenty minutes, moves to nudge Tommie’s.

He can’t take it anymore, the distance, the change in their relationship.

She looks up, raising a brow as she slowly chews on her broccoli. ‘Hey.’

She swallows the food in her mouth slowly and then raises an eyebrow, ‘Hi.’

‘You okay?’  She nods slowly and he tilts his head back towards the living room. She shakes her head, glancing back down at her food but then he nudges her foot again.

“Stop kicking me, Matty.” Louis complains, kicking his brother’s shin causing him to yelp and hit his knee on the table.

“Ow, Louis!”

“Matthew, that’s enough.” Denise warns.

“Mum, I didn’t-”

“Enough.” She says firmly.

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Tommie shivers slightly, curled up on herself crouched in a corner of the porch, the only light coming from the end of her cigarette.

“There you are.”

She looks up as Matty moves to crouch awkwardly beside her, fishing into the pocket of his skinny jeans to try and find his lighter as he lets the cigarette dangle from his mouth.

“You having a nice christmas, Baby?”

She hums, blowing the smoke out into the air.

“Me too.” He nods to himself, “You want to go pub tomorrow?”

“Ads and I are watching the Blues game. Tradition.” She answers simply.

“Surely they’ll have the rugby on in the pub.”

“Yeah, English rugby, not Cardiff.”

He nods, it’s silent for a few moments then he turns to her again, “After-?”

“No.”

He nods, pursing his lips together, “Did I… did I do something?”

She sighs, dropping her arm to rest on her elbow, “No…”

He nods, “Okay, good…” It’s silent again, the only sound being her blowing the smoke from her mouth, then he turns to her again, “So, what’s the issue?”

“Nothing, I’m just- I’m tired, Matty.”

“For three weeks?”

“Yeah, for three weeks. I’ve been working non stop, then doing this record, then the odd gig here and there, and with my new roommate-”

“Gemma’s not moving in officially, you know that right-”

“I meant George.”

He nods knowingly. Since Gemma is there most nights, and she and Matty go at it every second they can, George has spent most nights sleeping in her room with her.

George is much larger than her, meaning he takes up most of her bed. And he’s a kicker.

“Sorry.”

“Not your fault.”

“It’s not Gem’s either-”

“I’m not,” She laughs bitterly to herself, shaking her head, “I’m not blaming her.”

“Do you like her?”

She turns to look at him, brows raised, “Of course, she’s lovely.”

“Then why are you being so weird?”

“I don’t know, Healy, maybe because one day your tongues down my throat and the next you suddenly have a girlfriend.”

He looks away at that, swallowing, “Bab- Tommie, we-” He stubs his cigarette out to run his hands through his hair instead, “We were high.”

“Which time?” She questions harshly, “The first? Second? How about the seventh?”

“Tommie-”

“No.”

She sighs and stands, “I don’t-” She shakes her head, “You’re my best mate, Matty. I don’t, I don’t see you as that, you know, but-”

He stands too, head tilted, hand brushing hers, “But?”

“I don’t know,” She turns away with a sigh. She doesn’t want to cause an argument, to lose him. Maybe she has some feelings, maybe she thought there was something. But if to him it was nothing she’s willing to lay down and pretend it was nothing to her too, in order not to lose him at all.

“I don’t know.”

He sighs, brushing the hair from her face, “I’m sorry. I thought-I thought we were having some fun, you know.”

“That’s not- not what I mean,” She decides, closing her eyes and chewing her lip, she refuses to let her hands anxiously pick at her skin, or reach up to scratch her ear, she knows that's her tell.

“Did you cheat on her?” She asks slowly, “With me?”

He shakes his head, “No, we were together before that. You know the night I came to yours? We broke up, had an argument about- actually it's not important what it was about, the point is we broke up. Then she called me the day before the gig, we met up again, she apologised and we got back together.”

“Please don’t make me be some sort of second choice side piece slag for when you’re bored.”

His whole body softens, he practically melts at the look in her eyes, the pout on her face, “Promise.” He tugs her into his chest, chapped lips pressing a kiss to her forehead, “You’re always first in my book.”

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Radix Nationals Predictions

Mini:

Top 6:

1st: Mila Renae (Studio X)

2nd: Stella Brinkerhoff (Center Stage Performing Arts Studio)

3rd:Melina Biltz (The Rock Center For Dance)

4th: Mikayla Isler (Club dance studio)

Runner ups: Aspen Brandt (Club dance studio), Emily Collins (Dance Deluxe)

Top 15:

Payton Jetson (Nor Cal Dance Arts)

Brielle Arias (Studio X)

Lauren Allison (Dance Deluxe)

Kennedy Truax (Dance Precisions)

Arianna Claxton (The Pointe Performing Arts Center)

Gemma Holmes (Evolve)

Mila Hiatt (Impact Dance)

Elise Carlson (Evoke)

Zoey Martinez (Stars)

Mila Cayetano (Elements)

Stacy Sun (Elements)

Junior:

Top 6:

1st: Emily Polis (The Vision Dance Alliance)

2nd: Mika Takase (No Cal)

3rd: Tayah Klimuck (Pave)

4th: Addyson Paul (Pave)

Runner ups: Camila Giraldo (Stars), Devyn Scherff (Studio 19 Dance Complex)

Top 15:

Kennedy Anderson (The Vision Dance Alliance)

Alana Gordon (Nor Cal)

Khloe Kwon (Pave)

Braydon Ziegler (Elite Studio of Dance)

Aracely Lee (Dance Deluxe)

Piper Perusse (The Company Space)

Brooklyn Ward (Center Stage Performing Arts Studio)

Tabitha Nan (Center Stage Performing Arts Studio)

Skyla Lucena (Stars)

Greta Wagner (Summit)

Sarahi Lopez-Prieto (4PM)

Francesca Jen (The Academy at The Brea Space)

Teen:

Top 6:

1st: Coltrane Vodicka (Evoke)

2nd: Riley Zeitler (Westlake)

3rd: Aaliyah Dixon (Summit)

4th: Georgia Beth Peters (JBP Entertainment)

Runner ups: Kinsley Oykhman (The Academy at The Brea Space), Lexi Godwin (Evoke)

Top 15:

Emmy Claire Kaiden (Evoke)

Kylee Ngo (Nor Cal)

Alexis Mayer (The Rock Center For Dance)

Sophia Schiano (Elite Dance Pro)

Vanessa Soto (Dance Deluxe)

Gage Davis (Dance Deluxe)

Halle Hunt (Center Stage Performing Arts Studio)

Paris Dimos (Brent street)

Allison Shin (The Academy at The Brea Space)

Caitlyn Polis (The Vision Dance Alliance)

Amelia Brackman (YYCDP)

Senior:

Top 6:

1st: Vadriana Romero (New Era Athletic Dance Facility)

2nd: Sabine Nehls (The Rock Centre for Dance)

3rd: Iliana Victor (Stars)

4th: Angelika Edejer (Evoke)

Runner ups: Kenzie Jones (Elektro), Audrey La France (Nor Cal) + Jordyn Green (Nor Cal)

Top 15:

Louise Hindsbo (Evolve)

Madison Polis (The vision)

Kaitlyn Allen (Studio 19)

Noah Schmidt Smitty's (Performing Arts Center)

Lily Godwin (Evoke)

Grace McKinley (Dance studio C)

Lauren Fuselier (Distinction Dance Company)

Camryn Lanigan (Evolve)

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