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mpfuro-station · 3 years ago

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Helping Hands (Savannah Fair)

“Thais,” Furo called out, “you’re in the science club, right?”

Thais looked up from playing with Jax. “Yes, I am! Why? Do you think it will help with something?”

Furo sighed, “My Gram is having some trouble crafting ointments in the healer’s tent. She can’t keep up with even the minor splinter right now. Could you help her?”

“Of course!” Thais agreed. She gave Jax a pat on the head before standing up and walking over to Furo. “Lead the way!”

“Thank you so much,” Furo relaxed their shoulders. They walked through the fair at a quickened pace. Furo rung their hands nervously. “Uh, if my grandma gets a bit...difficult, please let me know if she causes you any problems. She’s the matriarch and getting up in age, so she can get stuck in her ways.”

“I’m sure she isn’t that bad,” Thais optimistically said. Furo’s face did not hold a lot of hope.

They looked at the ground biting their lip. The put a hand on Thais’ shoulder and assured, “She won’t be outright rude, but either my mom or I will come check on you later. Just, tell us if you need a mental break or change of station all together.”

Thais gulped. So far, everyone in the family has been so sweet and welcoming! If Furo is this nervous about their grandma, just what is the matriarch like?

They stood outside the tent, and both let out a sigh. Furo entered first, and announced, “Grams, I brought a friend from school to help you.”

When they were inside the cool, enclosed tent and old woman sat in the corner. She had light skin dotted with liver spots. The wrinkles were focused on her face and hands. Wispy curls of light sun-bleached orange hair with tuffs of white sat on top of her head. She looked a bit surprised but welcomed them. “Oh, there you are Stria, you said this one is a friend?”

“I’m Mustela, Grams,” Furo lightly corrected her.

“Isn’t that what I said?”

Furo weakly smiled. “No, you said Stria. This is my friend Thais. She goes to school with me. She can help you around here.”

“Hello Ma’am!” Thais waved politely.

“Oh hello. Come here, child. Grab my basket that’s by the door while you’re at it,” Furo’s grandma already started delegating.

Thais looked to Furo and then around the area for a basket she could be talking about. Tucked almost underneath a cot, a large handwoven basket filled to the brim with knitting supplies and jars of unidentified liquid. Thais went to pick it up but was nearly toppled over. The basket weighed a ton of bricks.

“Mustela, come over here. I have things for your mother.”

“Yes, Grams,” Furo hastened over to their grandmother. While she kept talking to Furo, piling papers and other do-dads in their arms, Thais struggled to drag the large basket over to them. When she managed to get it to the family’s matriarch, Furo started to back away. “I’ll get this to my mom then Grams. I’ll make sure to tell her.”

“Good, good. Also, I heard about this one boy in the town next over. He helps your Great-Aunt Maggie take care of her farm. You would get along great with one another.”

“Haha, yeah probably Grams. Well, I got to go-”

“Or there’s this new girl in town. Miss Tiki’s apprentice, I think. Might be good to say hi.”

“I’ll see Miss Tiki later and-”

“Oh! I almost forgot to give you this hold on. Sit a minute,” she pointed to a chair for Furo to sit in. She rummaged through the basket Thais brought her. She scrunched her face as she kept taking things out. She looked up and motioned throughout the room, “Child, do you see a vial with some nasty thing in a green juice?”

“Um...” Thais began to search the room. She opened coolers and bins in search for an object that matched the description. She managed to pull out a giant jar that seemed to have...something preserved in it. “Is this it, Ma’am?”

“Yes, yes, bring it here.” she beckoned Thais closer. “And stop with all that ‘Ma’am’ crap. Miss Oaxa or Grams, pick one.”

“O-oh, okay Miss Oaxa,” Thais nervously handed over the jar.

“Mustela take this. It’s for you,” Miss Oaxa handed the jar to Furo’s already overloaded arms. “Mellivora said you liked this sort of thing. I got it from Uncle Bud’s girlfriend’s brother-in-law, he works in some sort of business like what you want to do, I think. Put it in your dorm room.”

“Thanks Gram, I’ll try and get it into my dorm,” Furo said as they examined it with great curiosity. “I need to head out now Grams. Mom or I will be back to see how things are going. See ya, Thais!”

Furo started to waddle out with their load. Miss Oaxa waved goodbye to her youngest grandchild before setting her sights on Thais. “So, do you know how to make cocoa balms for scarring?”

“I’ve never made it before, but I am willing to learn! Just tell me what to do!” Thais stood at attention.

“Calm down, Child. No need to be overzealous,” the old lady sighed. “I don’t use cauldrons, so we’re doing everything non-boiled. Can you handle that?”

“Yes, I can!”

“Okay, then get me a handful of cocoa beans, a smidgen of pelargonium - the ones that smell like peppermint - and a sploosh of milk.” she started rattling off ingredients. “Please.”

“Yes Ma’am!” Thais got to searching once more.

“What did I say about the ‘Ma’am’ bullcrap?!”

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“Ugh, I still have a headache from staying out in the sun too long...” Blake groaned as he walked between the tents.

“THIS IS HORRIBLE!!” a screech came from the tent to his left. Blake pulled his ears down to try and cut the volume down. “OF ALL THE TIMES THEY COULD HAVE GOT BRONCHITIS IT HAD TO BE DURING THE FAIR!”

“Um, excuse me Ma’am? Is everything alright?” Blake asked.

She let out a small squeak. “Who said that?!”

“I’m sorry, I’m outside of the tent right now.”

“Please, come in through the front!” She called slightly worried. Blake did as he was told and when he got in the lady introduced herself as she got a good look at him. “I’m Miss Tiki. I run a bakery in town. Are you new to the Afterglow Savannah, young man?” She was a middle-aged human with ashy blonde hair. She had a few crow’s feet by her eyes and slight smile lines, but otherwise had no wrinkles. Her hazel eyes were warm and kind.

“I’m here to help my classmate Furo with the fair, although I spent more time trying not to pass out from the heat than helping. My name’s Blake. Blake O’Hare-Hill. Nice to meet you Miss Tiki,” Blake held his hand out to give her a handshake.

“YOU’RE ONE OF STELLA’S CLASSMATES! AWW~!” Miss Tiki cooed in excitement, bypassing his hand to give him a hug. The bunny-boy tensed at the sudden affection given by this stranger. She let him go and cupped his cheeks. “I’ve should have known! Stella never failed to find the adorable people and worm their way into their lives! I love that child dearly! They always came and got a giant soft pretzel with cheese whenever they could! So polite and adorable they are!”

“Hehe, yes...” Blake awkwardly agreed as he backed up a bit, removing his face from her grasp. “But is everything alright? You seemed very distressed a moment ago.”

Miss Tiki sighed as she sat on a crate with a smile. Looking around the tent there were many crates and what seemed to be props and set pieces. A rack of costumes lined the one side of the tent. On the other side sat three tree cutouts: one painted green, one gold, and the last silver. “Don’t worry about it, honeybunch. I just need to find some people to fill in for others for a small play I’m directing.”

“I can fill if it is something small,” Blake offered. “I did say I was here to help and haven’t found a place. If you need more help, I’m sure my dormmate Pip will be glad to help. She loves stage plays.”

“Really?” Miss Tiki perked up. “Aww, you’re such a sweetheart! Stella always attracts the adorable ones to them~!” She got up and pinched Blake’s cheek. “Right now, I need someone to be my new narrator! No memorization required. The play is a depiction of the legend of The Princess Who Lost Her Hair.

“Oh, Furo told us about that when we arrived! It sounded fascinating!” Blake enthused. “If I just need to read from the script, I can do that!”

“That’d be perfect! We perform with a different cast each year, and people can’t repeat roles until 5 years pass. But you aren’t from town, so I don’t have to worry about that! And grab this Pip girl you mentioned! I can always use the extra help if she is interested!” Miss Tikki giggled like she was decades younger than what she was.

“I’ll go find her then, Miss Tiki!” Blake smiled as he headed out of the door.

“Oh! And please send Stella my way if you see them! I haven’t had tea with them in months~!” she called after him.

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“Yo, Anastasia!” Vormel called out as he caught up to her. “Are you feeling better? Heard you got hit by the savannah heat hard.”

Anastasia looked up at the second oldest Furo kid. She nodded with a soft smile, “Yes. I feel much better now, thank you.”

“That’s good to hear. Are you busy by any chance?”

“I’m not doing anything. Do you need help?”

“Yeah, I heard from M.P. that you’re in the Light Music Club. I’m in charge of the music that’s playing throughout the fair, but my mom keeps pulling me out to help my dad deal with security. Could you help me?” Vormel explained as he looked to the younger individual hopeful.

Anastasia seemed a bit hesitant, “I don’t know. I feel a bit uneasy performing in front of people...”

“Oh! You won’t be performing live! People come up and pay to request songs,” Vormel quickly cleared up the misunderstanding. “One of my cousins is already there working the playlist and DJ booth. You’d just need to help people put in their request and handle the money.”

“Oh, I can do that,” Anastasia relaxed.

“Great! We’re stationed this way,” Vormel showed her the way. When they came to an elevated mini stage that held a mixer, a computer, and speaker. Leaning in a corner was boy about her age that had a slightly desaturated skintone compared to Vormel, but had light freckles across his face. He wore thick rimmed glasses, and his hair had a fade on the sides and a tight tuff of curls on top that was orange to black gradient from tip to root. He turned to look at the approaching two and his eyes were bright orange with slit like pupils. He had a relaxed bored expression as he put a hand up in greeting. “Sup Brazza!”

Brazza came down from the station to meet the two. Vormel motioned to Anastasia, “This is Anastasia, one of M.P.’s friends from NRC. She’s gonna take care of taking requests so you can focus on being the DJ. Anastasia, this is Brazza. He’s our cousin Poechi’s oldest. You’re about the same age.”

“Nice to meet you, Brazza,” Anastasia held out her hand. Brazza took it and gently shook her hand with a nod.

“I’m gonna help Uncle Gullo deal with some people at the food vendors, Brazza. Take good care of Ana here! M.P. might come for you if you don’t, haha!” Vormel winked with a laugh.

Brazza rolled his eyes as he went back to music booth. Anastasia stayed where she was until Brazza looked back to her. He covered his mouth with a hand and said in a soft voice, “You can come up and hang with me in the booth if you want.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you,” Anastasia followed him. He put his hand back down and took his place leaning in the corner again. Anastasia copied his posture in the other corner not occupied by equipment. She tapped her hands on her legs before asking, “So, where do people request music?”

Brazza leaned forward and handed her a clipboard with a pen tied to it and a sign-up sheet. He then walked back down the booth, ushering for Anastasia to follow. On the front of the stage was a list of songs tapped up. He then led her back up to the booth and pointed towards a lock box with a key in the slot. Brazza covered his mouth again and said, “Money goes in there. 5 Madol per song request. We have change.” Then he went and started a new song.

“Oh, okay.” Anastasia

“It’s close to mealtime, so people aren’t gonna request until after they eat. You can relax for a bit,” Brazza assured, hand still over his mouth.

“Understandable,” Anastasia nodded. It was awkward silence for a while after that. Neither said a word. Every once in a while, Brazza would change the song and mix a new beat. Eventually people came in groups to request songs. It got pretty busy actually.

In a small break from people coming up Anastasia sighed. “You’re pretty good at being a DJ Brazza. Do you like music?”

Brazza nodded. He covered is mouth and muttered, “Thanks.”

Anastasia quirked an eyebrow. “Uh, if you don’t mind me asking, why do you cover your mouth when you talk?” Brazza paused. He pressed his lips into a line. He just shook his head, with a look in his eyes that said enough. “Don’t worry, you don’t need to tell me.”

“Uh, have any favorite song? I can play it,” Brazza offered.

“But I didn’t pay.”

Brazza shrugged and put his finger to his lips like he was shushing her. He smirked before pointing to the system again.

#thais adamante #blake o'hare hill #anastasia alon #savannah fair event #brazza #vormel furo #miss oaxa

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lowkeyliminal · 4 years ago

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The last three from Playing Possum, Zaiid the snow leopard with anger issues, Ajax Stone, ‘Jax’ the otter and reluctant officer (who eventually joins the group of ne’er do wells), and Graeme (pronounced like ‘gram’) the pacifistic polar bear with a cybernetic eye.

#anthro snow leopard #anthro otter #anthro polar bear #cyberpunk aesthetic #playing possum #ocs #original chracters #character design

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madiwritesthings · 5 years ago

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Daughter of Anarchy. Chapter 1. Part 5.

3rd person’s POV.

Elizabeth and Jax pulled up at the clubhouse, Lizzie got off of her dad’s bike the second it was parked, the air around her dad right now was so tense and all she could think about was how she wanted to get away from it. In hindsight, Lizzie should have tried to talk to him, considering how lost she was feeling. Her mother in the hospital and her little brother on the verge of dying. It was a lot to take in for a 13 year old kid but her dad had enough issues and he didn’t to be dealing with hers. Lizzie threw a half smile to her dad before walking towards and into the clubhouse. She didn’t really think anyone would be awake or at least out in the clubhouse, she assumed they would shacking up with some croweater but she didn’t like thinking about that because it’s gross, so she was surprised to see Chibs sitting at the bar with Half-Sack. Both their heads snapped up at her, she really didn’t want to hear their sympathies about her mom because at this point, with Wendy, it’s nothing new.

“Hi Darlin.” Chibs said to her with a sympathetic look in his eye and on his face which Lizzie hated, she didn’t like sympathy, and to be honest it should be directed more at her dad than her, it was his son who was going to die.

“Hey Uncle Chibs.” She said, and nodding to Half-Sack as some sort of greeting, and made her way to her dad’s dorm room, when she opened the door she was hit smell of man, she couldn’t find any other way to describe it but that. It was also a mess but for tonight she could deal with it, she made a mental note to talk to her grandmother about staying with her instead of here, and thinking about it, she didn’t know why she just didn’t go with her gram in the first place. Taking a look at her dad’s dorm room made her regret that decision big time. Lizzie set down her bag and sat on her dad’s bed, she leaned her head back and just sighed. She really wasn’t in the mood to sleep and after everything that happened today she wasn’t sure she could if she wanted too. After about 5 minutes of peace, which was the only 5 minutes of peace she had gotten all day was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Come in” Lizzie sighed out, mentally preparing herself for a conversation with whoever was behind the door, the door opened and Chibs walked in.

“What?” Lizzie asked Chibs as he came in and sat next to her.

“Just checkin’ on you Lass” Chibs said putting his hands up in mock way of defense. “Chill, I’m not gonna bite your head off” Lizzie said rolling her eyes “but anyway thanks for your concern, but I’m fine and dandy” Lizzie answers, Chibs looked at her, and gave her look that pretty much said“You’re lying, and I know you are, so start talking”, Lizzie didn’t like that look but she knew that there wasn’t anyway she was about to get out of this conversation. “My dad has just been you know distant, not really in the mood to talk, which I get and I don’t judge him for, he’s going though a lot too, but..” Lizzie stopped and let out a sigh. “But?” Chibs asked, egging her on to continue.

“It’s hard to explain, it just feels like he’s pulling away when I really need him most or we need each other most.” Lizzie said, she had no idea where that came from, Chibs just has a way of getting people to spill their hearts out to him, it was weird. Chibs was silent for a second and Lizzie thought for once in her life, she had finally been able to silence him, but her thoughts were interrupted when he started talking.

“Your dad loves you Darlin”, more than anything in this world, don’t ever doubt that” He said sternly. Lizzie gave him a sad smile but didn’t say anything, she really just wanted this conversation to be over, she guessed Chibs got the memo from her silence.

“Get some sleep sweetheart, we’ll talk more in the morning.” He said, leaned down and kissed her forehead and left the room, Lizzie decided to take his advice and try to sleep. She turned off the light and laid down, soon enough she was out like a light.

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“Hey, Kid.” was the first thing Lizzie heard when she woke up, and she realized she was also being shaken pretty hard.

“Yo, what the fuck?” Lizzie said as she opened her eyes and saw it was Tig.

“Ah look, sleeping beauty is awake, get up, Gemma is leavin for the hospital soon.” Tig said, Lizzie sat up and looked at Tig. “My dad here?” She asked, but she felt like she already knew the answer.

“Nah, he left a little bit ago, but Gemma is leaving soon.” He said and left the room. Lizzie ran a hand through her hair, today was the day of Abel’s stomach surgery and she was more than nervous, she loved that kid so much already and she honestly believed she wouldn’t be able to handle if anything happened to him. After she was done getting ready she walked out of the dorm to see Sack, Chibs, Tig and Piney.

“Mornin Darlin’” Piney greets her, Lizzie gives him a smile and nod, Tig walked over and handed her a cup of coffee that she knew for a fact he didn’t make because Tig can’t do shit on his own and made a mental note to thank Half-Sack later.

“Here, hopefully this will help with your bitchy attitude.” Tig said.

“And they say chivarly is dead.” Lizzie deadpans back, Tig just laughs and walks away to go do whatever the fuck Tig does. Lizzie walked away in search of her grandmother because she was the reason she was so rudely awoken. Lizzie made her way to the office, which was where Gemma mostly likely was, because she did spend most of her there, and surprise that’s exactly where she was.

“Hey Babe, you ready?” Gemma said as Lizzie entered her office, Lizzie nodded her head and set down her empty cup on Gemma’s desk.

“Go wait in the car, I’ll be right there” she said, Lizzie sat her grandmother’s small car that always made her feel trapped. About 5 minutes later Gemma came out.

“Luann is meeting us at the hospital.” Gemma said as she sat down in the car.

“Okay.” Lizzie said, most of the car ride was silent, Gemma said a few things here and there but didn’t really try to start up a conversation. When they both arrive at the hospital, they go into the waiting area, they see Luann is already waiting for them. When she spots them, she rushes over and gives Lizzie a hug.

“Hi Lizzie, how are you?” Luann says as she pulls away, leaving her hands on Lizzie’s shoulders.

“To be honest, I’ve been better.” Lizzie says, a little shocked.

“I can only imagine.” Luann says and removes her hands from her shoulders. Lizzie, Gemma and Luann all sit and wait for the doctors to come out and update them on Abel.

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About an hour later, Dr. Knowles came out, they all stood up and walked over to her.

“Abel’s stomach surgery went well, but it’s putting a strain on his system. Dr Namid doesn’t want to wait, thinks we should do the heart surgery now.” She said.

“Okay so what happens—“ Gemma starts but Tara interrupts her.

“A specialist is on his way from San Francisco, one of the best pediatric cardiovascular surgeons in the country. Soon as he gets here, we’ll begin the procedure on Abel’s heart.” Tara said.

“That’s good right?, that they aren’t waiting?” Lizzie asks, Tara looks at her and her eyes go soft from the previous “doctor eyes” as Lizzie calls them.

“It’s the best choice, yes” Tara answers and gives Lizzie a smile. “Okay, Thank you.” Gemma says. After a beat of silence Tara turns to Gemma.

“Can we talk?” Tara asks. Gemma looks at Luann and Lizzie.

“We’ll be right here baby.” Luann says and leads Lizzie away, even though she didn’t really want to go, Lizzie shots Gemma a look that reminds Tara so much of Jax that she has to look away, when she looks back she notices Lizzie is now looking at her, and gives her a smile and walks away with Gemma.

“What is it?” Gemma asks.

“Wendy’s in really bad shape, Can’t stop crying.” Tara says, Gemma rolls her eyes.

“And?” She asks.

“I was hoping you could talk to her, or at least let her see her daughter. Just let her know she’s not all alone.” Tara says, automatically assuming Gemma is the reason that Lizzie won’t see Wendy.

“Trust me, nothing I’m gonna say to that crank whore is gonna make her feel loved.” Gemma says.

“Forgot just how forthright you could be.” Tara says back sarcastically.

“You forgot a lot of things, sweetheart.” Gemma says, she wasn’t going to stand there and let the doctor who left her son talk to her like that.

“If you have a problem with assisting on Abel’s case, just say so.” Tara says completely done with Gemma.

“You a good doctor?” Gemma asks.

“Yes” Tara answers quickly.

“Then I don’t have a problem” Gemma says.

“Okay.” Tara says and starts to walk away when Gemma pulls up her shirt, this draws Lizzie’s attention and she sees the crow on Tara’s back, she assumed she got that for her dad, because all old lady’s do.

“Guess there are something you can’t change” Gemma says.

“I leave it there as reminder that all the shit is behind is me” Tara says.

“I forgot just how clever you can be” Gemma says.

“If you change your mind, Wendy’s in there” Tara walks away and goes down the hallway and Gemma comes back to Luann and Lizzie.

“What was all that about?” Lizzie asks Gemma.

“Nothing baby, don’t worry about it” she answers. As she, Gemma and Luann walk away, she makes it one of her top priorities to have a private conversation with Dr. Knowles.

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Tag List: @oh-no-stenbrough

Authors Note: So I’m backkkk, I tried a new style of writing for the story hoping it works better because I really wanted to be able to give more detail and I also tried to expand the relationship between Lizzie and the guys, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I might be able to post another one today but I’m not sure, I love you all and thank you for the support.

#Jax Teller #jax teller imagine #chibs telford imagine #tig trager #gemma teller #gemma teller imagine #tara knowles #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine

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thenerdhathwrote · 4 years ago

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The Wise Man’s Fear Reactions Part 2

Chapters 52-90

Kvothe, undertaking a dozen day sea voyage: “there are no threats, but gee golly I hope I don’t get bored”

Kvothe, immediately: I encountered several complications

Sounds about right, my dude

But hey, at least he wasn’t bored

I have concerns about him losing his gram, not gonna lie

Not a fan of pawning his lute. He plans to buy it back right away, but given his track record I expect everything that can go wrong to go wrong, plus a few additional wrongs just to be safe

Kvothe: and for my first act in this new social circle, I will pretend to outrank a noble. There can be no repercussions from this.

Time for Philosophy Lessons. Kvothe’s favorite.

Oh dear, politics.

WHEN IS HE GOING TO GET HIS LUTE BACK I AM NERVOUS

Oh no the Maer is sick isn’t he

I don’t entirely know how I feel about the Maer. Do I think that he could end up as an ally to Kvothe? Yes. Do I trust him? Absolutely not. Do I think he’s capable of being a very bad person? Definitely.

What is it with mysterious locked doors in this story?

Oh good, intrigue and poisoning. What could go wrong?

At least he has his lute back

Denna!!

Wait, hang on. Lacklass. Wasn’t there something about “Lady Lacklass” before?

Honestly, if I wasn’t so stressed, I’d find it genuinely hilarious that Kvothe, of all people, is the one being regarded as an expert in courting a woman

Kvothe is following Denna. Nothing bad can possibly come of this.

Oh, Denna…

Does “Swearing” have a special kind of power in this world? They’re taking it pretty seriously.

Kvothe you done goofed

The problem with being the smartest person in the room, is that he always expects to be treated like the smartest person in the room. But sometimes he’s not, and that’s where he runs into trouble.

Of course we meet Felurian in a story before we actually get to her

Back to Taborlin stories, I see

See, Kvothe, Elodin was making sense!

I really like the idea of maps with “inside edges”

Bless Tempi tbh

I feel like the moon is important. A few people have sworn by the ever-moving moon, haven’t they? And now Jax and his quest for the moon…

I feel like this story has history, and naming, and all sorts of nonsense that’s super important that I don’t entirely understand

#kkc #the wise man's fear #kkc liveblog

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avrablake · 1 year ago

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Find the Vibe

Thanks for the tag @oh-no-another-idea

My vibe to find: "You make me want to claw my eyes out"

I don't think I have this vibe exactly, but that is the kind of dynamic Jax and Keller have. Maybe I'll be able to work something like this into the rewrite. For now here's a snippet showing the dynamic of their whole disaster of a team

But first, leaving an open tag and also tagging @zmwrites @dontjudgemeimawriter @ettawritesnstudies

Your vibe to find is: "Hey, what is it?"

“This is the big scary Syndicate criminal everyone’s been going on about? He doesn’t look that impressive?”

The woman who’d spoken was taller than Mel, and younger. Her sleeveless training shirt showed that she was more muscular as well. That didn’t mean she was skilled. Nix just crossed his arms with a scowl and let out a snort to show he was the one who was unimpressed.

The man next to her let out a loud guffaw. He was big. Bigger than Gram even, which was saying something. Nix had seen him in Karza with Mel a few times but had never spoken to him. He thought he might have also been one of the guards in the prison, before Gram had helped him escape.

“Damn, please let these two fight Mel. I really need to see Keller get her ass kicked.”

“Shut up, Jax,” the woman said before Mel could respond.

“Quiet, both of you,” the third person in the group snapped. He was a tall, thin looking man who’d frowned disapprovingly from the moment Nix had entered the room.

Mel just sighed tiredly but smiled with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“You know what, Jax, that’s not a bad idea."

#tag game #find the vibe #btd snippets #disasters I tell you

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bi-outta-cordonia · 5 years ago

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BB MC for choices ask game? 👑

Alright!

full name and why I chose it: Nola Bordelon, and the reason why I picked this name is because I originally wanted Nola to be from a well off Black family from New Orleans so I gave her both a southern and French flair to her name to reflect the place where she coms from

pronouns: she/her/hers

alignment: she pegs me as a true neutral type of person

zodiac sign: she’s a Taurus!

favourite movie/tv show: any kind of messy shows or shows full of nothing but pure drama

weapon of choice: the katana Jax gifted to her when he first started teaching her how to use it--in the weeks between when Rheya was funding the rebuilding of New York, he actually bought a charm she tied onto the hilt of the blade

love interest(s), if they have one: Jax Matsuo, baby!

sexuality: bisexual

favourite holiday: she loves valentine’s day a lot because she likes putting together grams for all the people she loves (and buying sexy lingerie for the person she’s coupled up with)

ideal day: typically her ideal days are nights these days given her inability to move around while the sun is up; she mostly spends time with the folks in the Den, organizing blood distribution, chatting to them, hanging out with Lula, and helping around with the folks working on major projects; when Jax and Lily have a free moment, she hangs out with them

how is their dream house: she originally planned to own a nice little place in NYC until it was time for her to move one; three bedrooms and two bath, preferably with some decent acreage between her and the neighbors, a greenhouse, hot tub, and a clear view of the sky

favourite mythological figure: Hathor

comfort food, if they have one: Her comfort food would be most types of pasta; the more carbs, the better

description of their favourite outfit: sleek black dress, plunging neckline, dark pantyhose, the one pair of Louboutins she owns, gold jewelry of course, hair braided, all black manicure and pedicure, natural look but with winged eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man and dark lipstick

faceclaim: Justine Skye

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mrsjaxtellerfan · 6 years ago

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Coming Home (Jax x OC)(Chapter 10)

Hey y'all! Co-written with @lookprettyliveclassyplaydirtyyt

Hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing, mention of sex, drinking

Chapter 10

The next morning I felt something move under me. No, someone, I felt someone move. I lifted my head from my nice, warm, yet stiff pillow to see Jax, calm, and still sleeping, with his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me to him.

“Jax.” I murmur, kissing him throwing a leg over his hips.

“Hmmmm. You want a repeat performance, babe?” He asks, winking at me.

“I don’t even know if I’ll be able to walk as it is. Do you know where my panties are? We need to check on the kids.” I laugh, pecking him on the lips.

“I’ll grab you something.” He says, flipping me over, making sure to grind against me in the process before pulling away and grinning at the moan I let out, still sensitive from the night’s festivities. He comes back with the shirt I was supposed to wear last night, and a pair of my pajama shorts. He had picked up his gray sweatpants off the floor and pulled them on.

“Are you really sure we can’t stay in bed all day? I’d hate to cover my art.” Jax says, rubbing his face in my neck, biting gently.

“We have kids to take care of, Jax.” He sighs before pulling me up from the bed. “Let’s go find them.”

“Good morning, lovebirds. How was it? Have fun last night? Gemma asks when we walk into the kitchen.

“You guys break the bed? I don’t know if I can stand to put together another one, that one was hard enough.” Clay asks, looking over at us.

“If you hadn’t thrown away the instructions, you might not have had as much trouble.” I reply back, kissing him on the cheek, walking to get a bowl and the Cheerios down from the cabinet. I put a few on Abel’s high chair tray.

“Papa.” Sophia says, looking up at us from the maze on the back of the cereal that Phil had been helping her with. “Why do mommy and daddy have matching bruises?”

“You’ll find out in 20 years, sweetheart.” Clay says as she turns her attention back to her cereal.

“Sophia.” Jax says. She looks up at him. “Isn’t there something you wanted to ask grandma?”

“Grandma, can I see your birds?” Sophia asks.

“I thought you were scared of them, honey.” Grams says, a bit of unsureness in her voice.

“I am, but Tommy isn’t, and I like Tommy. He says that birds are protectors, and I shouldn’t let one bad birdy make all the birdies bad forever.” Sophia says, looking at her grandma.

“Sophia, of course you can. Just don’t be doing this for a boy. If you get scared, we can leave.” Gemma replies.

Jax turns to me. “Are you sure I can’t shoot this Tommy kid?” He says, coming to steal a few of Abel’s Cheerios.

“Jax, school gets out soon, I bet they will both forget the whole thing by the start of first grade.” Which reminds me, Sophia’s birthday is coming up. “Gemma. Sophia turns six in 3 weeks. Can we have her party in your backyard?”

“Of course you can!” She turns to face Sophia. “What kind of party would you like to have?”

“A princess party. Can Tommy come? And daddy’s friends?”

Jax speaks up first. “Only if we get to meet his parents, and of course my friends will be there. They’re your friends too, Princess.”

“Jax, I’ve met Tommy's parents, and Tommy is a sweet boy, he walked her to the car once.”

“I haven’t.” Jax says. “I haven’t met them, and if I don’t like them then no, Phia, he can’t come.”

“Why don’t we invite them for dinner? I can cook.” Gemma says, trying to make sure nothing irrational happens.

“I’m cool with that.” I say. “I’m going to take a shower. Jax is not.” I say, smirking at Jax and sliding my half eaten bowl of cereal toward him.

He walks over to the table where Sophia is sitting with Phil doing the puzzles on the back of the cereal box.

“Need a bigger bowl?” Jax asks Phil, looking down at the practical serving bowl he was using.

“What? I like cereal.”

“Daddy.” Sophia says, looking at him with his same blue eyes. “Why do you and mommy have matching booboos?”

“You’re not quite old enough to understand, sweetheart.” He says, chewing his cereal before continuing. “Maybe in 10 years. But hopefully not until you’re 30.”

“Daddy, 30 is old!” Sophia giggles.

“I’m 30!” Jax exclaims, feigning hurt.

“How old is mommy?”

“24.”

“How’d an old guy like you get someone like my mommy?” Sophia asks, probably thinking he was joking.

“Me and your mommy love each other, Sophia, and when you love someone, you don’t care how old they are. You care that they treat you right. You make sure that they eat every day, you make sure that they get enough sleep, and you make sure they know every day that you love them.”

“I love Tommy, Daddy.”

“Does he treat you right?”

“Yeah. He opened the door for me, and he told me I looked pretty!” Sophia says, getting up to sit in his lap. “He’s my best friend, Daddy.”

“Your mommy was my best friend for years. She still is my best friend.”

“Who?” I say, walking back into the kitchen, with my phone out, about to call Tommy’s parents.

“You, babe.” Jax says, picking up Sophia and walking over to me. “Also, she thinks I’m old!” Jax exclaims, before giving me a kiss, putting Sophia down, and going to take a shower.

“He is though, isn’t he, babe?” I say before leaving to call Tommy’s parents.

“I heard that.” Jax hollers from down the hall.

“Come on, honey. Let’s gets you dressed. Tommy will be here in a couple of hours.”

“Mommy. Will you wear a dress that matches mine?” Sophia asks me, looking up at me with her big blue eyes.

“Only if you can get your daddy to put on a decent shirt.” I say to her, knowing it probably won’t happen.

“Sophia said you didn’t like the shirt I am wearing.” Jax said, walking into the room, and looking at me through the mirror, as I was putting on mascara.

“I just want to make a good impression. You know she and Tommy got married on the playground a few months ago. We really need to impress his family, she could be marrying into money, Jax.” I said to him, looking at him from the mirror, with a stern face, but a joking tone.

“If you want me to change my shirt, I’ll change my shirt. But I’m not changing my jeans.”

“At least they aren’t ripped yet.” I said, going back to finish my everyday makeup.

“Sophia said you have to wear a dress now.” Jax said, walking out of the bathroom, wearing a gray button up shirt. “And it has to match hers.” Jax walks over to the closet and pulls out a dress that is similar to Sophia’s, but more my style, after I had to reason with Gemma. “Try not to take this one off before tonight, I don’t think it’ll fit over your head. Let me know if you need a safety pin, I remember where my mom keeps ‘em.” Jax says, winking at me as I finish applying my lipstick.

“Jax, aren’t you gonna be the one taking it off me tonight?” I ask, winking at him.

“Who else is gonna have undo the zipper that gets tangled in your hair?” He says, smirking at me.

“You gonna help me zip it up, too, Jax?” I ask as I pull on my undergarments. I unzip the dress as I pull it over my head and re-adjust it. I turn my back toward Jax, and move my hair. I feel his hands on my back, and his breath on my neck as he pulls up the zipper.

“See, dresses aren’t that bad, babe. I think you look good.” Jax says, kissing the back of my neck.

“Yeah. Whatever. I have to go do my hair.”

“Why, darlin’? I think you look good no matter how you’re dressed.”

“Because first impressions are important. There is a chance that Sophia and Tommy might be together forever.” I laugh, turning around to give him a kiss.

“Nah.” Jax says. “If I don’t like him, her marriage is gonna get annulled. I didn’t even get to walk her down the aisle like I wanted.”

“Jax, calm down, your inner dad is showing through.” I giggle, before turning away. Jax smacks my ass and pulls me back to him. “My dad doesn’t get to walk me down the aisle either, Jax.”

“Make sure you wear black shoes, Sophia is wearing black shoes.” He kisses my cheek, giving me a sad look, and lets me go.

I start thinking about my dad. How he always used to take me to work with him, how I used to sit in his chair and color until they had to talk about “club stuff.” How they had all my pictures hung up around the clubhouse. I think about how I used to hold his hand as we would walk around. How he would carry me when my little legs got tired, or I was too tired to walk. How he was alway there for me. I think of when my mom starting using again, how he would let me stay with him. He never once told me he hated me, and all his friends loved me too. Gemma, especially. Which is why when I was a child, she would let me call her mom. Then I start to think about how he died. He died on a run for the club, a police shootout led him to his death. JT came to tell me and my mom, and I ran. It was the first time I ran away, but not the last. I wish my daughter could have known my dad, or JT. But I am glad for the people she has in her life. I just hope Jax doesn’t get torn from her the way my dad did me.

“Are you okay Mommy?” Sophia asks, holding onto Jax’s neck in the doorway. “Why are you crying mommy? Are you sad?”

“What’s goin’ on, darlin’?” Jax asks, setting Sophia on the ground and walking toward me.

“It’s nothing Jax, I’m fine.” I say as he wipes my tears.

“Sophia, darlin’.” Jax says, crouching down to her level. “Why don’t you go see if grandma Gemma needs some help with dinner.”

“Okay daddy.” She looks up at me and hugs my legs. “I hope you feel better, mommy. I don’t like to see you sad.” She runs out of our room and into the kitchen.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Jax asks as he comes back to me with some tissues from the nightstand.

“Nothing is wrong, Jax. I was just thinking about my dad. You remind me a lot of him, with the way you parent Sophia.”

“Darlin’, your dad was great to you. The way he doted on you whenever you needed something. He loved you, and when he died, I noticed a change. You might not realize it, but Sophia is exactly like you were at her age. I’m not going anywhere, you guys ain’t losin’ me that easy.” He says, pulling me in for a hug.

We begin swaying back and forth. “Remember the daddy daughter dance when I was 7? That was the only time I willingly wore a dress. I was so short back then, but my dad didn’t care, Jax. He just cared that I was happy, and that’s what you want for Sophia. You’ve changed her life, Jax.”

“I know darlin’, you still are short.” He says, before twirling me. “You changed my life. When you came running into the clubhouse with a giant freezee, too big for your tiny hands, and your dad picked you up, and spun you around. You were then what Phia is now. A light, that helps us all have a little happiness.” He ends with a dip. “Who says you need music to dance?”

“You’re a good dad, Jax.” I day, once he brings me back up.

“I know, now you should go clean off your face, Tommy parents will be here soon.” He kisses me before walking out.

“Make sure to wipe your face, you don’t want lipstick everywhere.” I holler to him as he walks down the hall.

“Hello, come on in.” I say, opening the door seeing Tommy and his parents.

“We brought wine.” Tommy’s mom, Nicole, says holding the bottle up.

“Thank you, I’ll just go put this in the wine chiller.” Jax replies, taking the bottle, smiling at them, before leaving me there alone.

“Thanks, it’s nice to meet you guys!” I say to her, a smile on my face, before leaning down to Tommy’s level. “Tommy, Sophia is in the backyard if you want to go play.” He goes running in the direction I pointed too, yelling her name when he sees her

“So.” Nicole says. “What do you and Sophia's dad do?”

“I own a clothing design company, Jax is a mechanic.” I smile, leaving out the part about the MC.

“Alright, got the wine chilling, so I brought this bottle for now.” Jax smiles, walking back in the room with a cold bottle and 4 glasses.

“Speak of the devil.” I say when Jax walks back into the room.

“You talking about me, darlin’?” Jax says, handing me my glass of wine and kissing my cheek.

“You know it, I was just telling them that you work as a mechanic at T-M.” I smile.

“Teller Morrow?” Tommy’s dad, Daniel, asks, his face paling.

“You know the place?” Jax asks.

“Jax Teller?” He asks, leaving both me and Nicole confused.

“The one and only, why?” Jax asks, on full guard.

“You know my brother, Marcus.”

“Yeah, we’ve worked together a few times. Wait, YOUR son is Tommy Alvarez?” Jax asks, pushing me behind him, and looking out the window toward Sophia.

“Jax. What’s wrong?”

“Look man, no hard feelings. You are cool with my cousin, you are cool with me. I didn’t know you were Sophia’s father. Lets not do anything rash in front of the kids.

“Get Sophia back inside, Tommy needs to go.” Jax says. “I don’t care if you guys are cool, I will not put my family in danger.”

“Wife and kids stay out of MC business.” Alvarez responds.

“Not my wife.” Jax says. “I may not tell her everything, but she knows enough to be able to protect herself and our kids.”

“Man, I mean, I would never pull anything to put either of our children or wives in danger.”

“Jax, calm down. Sophia is coming.” I plaster on a smile.

“Mommy, I’m thirsty. Can Tommy and I have some juice?” Sophia says, walking in the door.

“Of course baby. Why don’t we go get that? Tommy, wanna come?” I asks, holding my hands out to the kids. Nicole standing up offering to help.

“Okay.” He says, looking back toward his dad and then grabbing my hand.

“I got it, Nicole. You can stay.”

“I’d rather not. Let’s let them work out their bad blood, and we can gossip once the kids go back outside.”

“Good idea. I heard at the salon the other day they want to expand Charming PD to San Joaquin.”

“No club business.” Jax and Alvarez say at the same time. I flip Jax off before making my way to the kitchen.

“Babe, you don’t go to the salon.” Jax says.

“You’re right, I heard it at the station when I was picking up Juice. I just didn’t think you wanted them to know our business.”

“How’s the “No Club Business” discussion going on here, boys.” I ask, stepping out the patio doors, where the guys are watching the kids play. “Have you told Clay yet? He’s gonna be pissed.”

“Good.” Jax laughs, smacking Alvarez on the shoulder as he finishes the story he was telling.

“Good.” I smirk, handing them both beers.

“Thanks, darlin’.” Jax smiles, pulling me toward him, sitting me down on his lap, and pecking me on the cheek before wrapping his arms around my waist. He goes back to his conversation with Alvarez leaving me to drink my wine, before I get bored and go back inside, Nicole following behind me.

“So… Should we drink something a bit stronger?” I ask, making my way to the liquor cabinet.

“I would love something stronger.” She replies, sitting at the counter.

“Tequila?” I ask, pulling out two shot glasses, a lime, and salt.

“Hell yeah!” She laughs, taking the bottle and pouring 2 shots while I finish cutting the lime. We take the shots, pouring another after we finish the first one.

“So, how is it being the wife of the vp?” I ask her after 5 shots.

“So much work keeping this body in check, can’t let the warm holes get the upper hand. It’s stressful when every bitch wants to get up on your man.” She laughs, pouring me another shot.

I down it before responding. “I get ya, every crow eater at the clubhouse wants to fuck him, most have unfortunately.” I fake a gag.

‘At least he doesn’t have any diseases, right?” She laughs.

“True.” I laugh, pouring us another shot before changing the subject. “What was Tommy like as a baby?”

“He was a sweet one. I wasn’t there for a lot of it.”

“What?” I ask, confused.

“I’m his stepmom. He had Tommy with a drug addict whore that hung around the club.” She replies, signaling me to pour another shot.

“That sounds familiar.” I say, glancing toward Jax who was laughing about something on the patio.

“You?” Nicole asks.

“Sophia is mine and Jax’s. We had her when we were still young, before I left charming. Abel is Jax’s but I’ve basically taken him in as my own.” I reply.

“He’s lucky to have you. You’re a good mom.” Nicole says.

“Right back at ya, mom.” I smile, clinking my shot glass to hers before downing it. A bit later, and several shots later Jax comes in.

“The kids are hungry. They’ve been running around for hours.” Jax says, coming into the room.

“Kids do that, babe. I’m gonna…” I cut myself off with a burp, making Nicole and I both giggle.

“Are you drunk?” Jax asks, smirk on his face.

“No. You’re cute. Are you single?” I ask Jax, batting my eyelids.

“Oh she’s gone, gone.” Jax laughs to Alvarez

“Did you say goat? I want a goat. Can we get a goat, Danny?” Nicole asks, giggling.

“You’re drunk for sure. Come on, let’s get some food in your bellies.” Alvarez laughs, pulling his stumbling wife to him.

“I’ll get the kids.” Jax says, walking to the patio door yelling for the kids.

“Hey guys.” Gemma says, walking into the dining room, with Clay, for dinner.

“Gemma!” I scream when I see her. “I love you SO much!” I yell, wrapping her in a hug, before pulling back and giving Clay a kiss on the cheek. “And you to Clay!”

“Tequila?” Clay asks.

“Yep.” Jax says following behind the kids, picking up the empty bottle off the table.

“Do we have more tequila?” Nicole and I reply simultaneously.

“Nope.” Jax replies, popping the P.

“Wait, we brought wine.” Nicole says.

“OH MY GOD!!! YOU DID!” I yell, running to the kitchen to get the wine. “Jax, baby, father of my children, and my future children, will you help me? I can’t get the cork out.” I slur from the kitchen.

“Why can’t you, babe.”

“Because I’m 5 feet tall, and I’m drunk and weak. Please?”

“Yeah.” Jax says taking the bottle and putting it where I can’t reach it, handing me a breadstick instead.

“While I’m grateful for the stick I want my wine.” I whine, pushing myself against Jax, batting my lashes at him.

“You’re not getting any, so eat your breadstick.” He says pulling me to my chair.

“Fine, can I get your cock instead?” I ask, Jax chokes on his tongue.

“NOT IN FRONT OF THE CHILDREN!!!!!” Jax practically yells.

“Baby, I didn’t say it had to be in front of the children.” I wink, rubbing myself against him making sure to brush against the bulge in his jeans.

“We’ll discuss this later.” Jax replies, smacking my ass, walking back into the dining room, Blush evident on his cheeks

“Fine, but I still want it.” I holler after him, grabbing a beer and making my way to my spot.

“You’re not drinking that, either.” Jax says, taking the beer from my hands, and handing me a juice box.

“Well then I guess I can’t put your…” Jax shoves his hand over my mouth, silencing the dirty words that were about to come out of my mouth in front of the dining room full of people.

“If you say one more dirty thing, you’re going to be sleeping by yourself tonight. I’ll bunk with Sophia.”

“No, you won’t.” I reply, pulling his hand off of my mouth.

“I will, now stop saying dirty things and drink your juice. Dinner is almost ready.”

“Fine.” I reply, pecking him on the lips, sitting next to Nicole.

“I’ll sneak you some of mine at dinner.” Nicole whispers loudly, taking my hand in hers.

“You are cut off too, babe.” Alvarez laughs.

“NO!” Nicole whines.

“YES! Neither of you need anymore. I’m glad I drove, so you could drink.” Alvarez says

“Babbbbyyy, I didn’t drink muchhhh.” Nicole whines.

“Nah, 3 glasses of wine and 12 shots of Tequila. That’s not that much at all.” I slur, trying to convince him to let us have alcohol.

“Ariana Elizabeth Wilson! Jesus, how are you still standing?” Jax asks.

“With my legs.”

“Smartass.” Jax says.

“OOOOHHH!!! Daddy said a bad word.” Sophia says, running over to us. I laugh, conspiring with Sophia.

“Don’t repeat it, Sophia, it’ll get you in trouble.” Jax says, taking her hand and bringing her inside for dinner.

“When can I say it, daddy?” Sophia asks.

“In 10 years.” Jax replies, walking back out and holding his hand out to me to help me up.

“Daddyyyyy! You always say that.” Sophia whines. “Smartass.” Sophia giggles, Jax’s mouth drops.

“Sophia Jacqueline Teller, what did I just tell you?”

“I wanted to say smartass daddy.”

“Stop saying it, Sophia. You can say one bad word a week.”

“Saying what? Smartass?” Sophia giggles, hugging my legs as I bust out laughing.

“Sophia, I will ground you if you don’t stop.”

“But daddy, why can’t I say it?”

“Because you are a little girl, little girls don’t say cuss words.” “Mommy says cuss words.”

“Mommy is just short. She’s old enough to say them.

“RUDE!” I yell, smacking his chest, stubling once I connect.

“Truth.” Jax says, steadying me.

“I love you, giant.” I laugh, kissing him.

“I’m not that tall.”

“Yes you are, daddy. You can reach the peanut butter at the store. Mommy can’t.” Sophia says.

“Yeah, ‘daddy’, Sophia and I can’t reach it.” I smirk, Jax grins at my use of Daddy, winking at me.

“You’d be lost without me, babe.” Jax says, putting her back in her booster seat and sitting next to me.

“Yeah I would, I for sure wouldn’t have had such a good time last night if you weren’t here.”

“Ariana!”

“I didn’t say anything dirty!” I fire back.

“Is that how you and mommy got matching booboos, daddy?” Sophia asks.

“Oh dear lord.” Jax sighs, pulling me out of the room.

“Jaaaaaax, I’m hungry.” I pout at him.

“Stop talking about our sex life in front of our guest and our daughter and my parents.”

“GUESTS. They are friends. There are either 3 of them or 7 of them. I haven’t decided yet.” I say giggling

“Oh god, you’re going to hate yourself in the morning.”

“Jokes, on you, I’ll hate myself anyways!” I laugh, causing Jax to frown.

“You shouldn’t. If Sophia hears that, how is she gonna see herself? You have been her only role model for years.”

“Oh buzz off, Jax.” I scoff, grabbing another bottle of tequila and making my way to the bedroom.

“Babe!”

“I’m not hungry, anymore.”

“Fine, go to bed.”

“I’m not a fucking child, Jax. I’ll go to sleep when I damn well feel like it.”

“Then stop acting like one!”

“Fuck you, Jax.” I scoff, slamming the bedroom door in his face.

“What do you want me to tell Sophia? Tonight was about her, remember?”

“Don’t fucking guilt me about my daughter. I’ve been the one taking care of her for the last 5 years, I think I know about things being about her.”

“I’m not wrong babe. You were the one taking care of her because you left! We wouldn’t be having this conversation if you hadn’t.”

“Yeah, I did, and if I hadn’t come back then I wouldn’t have killed someone, Jax!”

“Is that what this is about, baby?” Jax asks, opening the door, crossing the room to get to me.

“I killed him, Jax. He’s dead because of me.”

“You saved the kids lives.”

“But I ruined my own in the process. I keep seeing his face everywhere. I can’t do this.” I reply crying, pushing him away as he reaches for me.

“He wasn’t a good man. He ruined you, babe. You were protecting the people you love. You can do this, babe. Just not with alcohol.”

“I don’t want to do this, Jax. I don’t think we should be together.”

“We can talk about this when you sober up. Go to bed.” He said, taking the bottle of Tequila from me.

“What’s the point, Jax?” I yell, pushing him. “I don’t want this. I don’t like the person I become when I’m with you.”

“Mommy!” Sophia yells from the doorway. “Why are you being mean to daddy?”

“Go back in the other room, Sophia.”

“No, I don’t like you anymore mommy!” Sophia says, running out of the house.

“Sophia!” Jax exclaims, running after her.

“What’s going on, baby?” Gemma asks, walking into the room.

“I think I’m going to hurl. Make sure Sophia eats something.” I gasp, before slamming the bathroom door behind me.

“She never could hold her liquor, could she?” Clay says from the doorway.

“Not tequila.” Gemma laughs, closing the bedroom door.

“She will be fine in the morning.”

“Do you think she meant what she said, Clay?”

“I don’t know, Gem. Guess we will find out in the morning.”

“Let’s go find Sophia and Jax and get some food in these kids.

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fal-carrington · 6 years ago

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How the bloodbound characters sees Kamilah Sayeed 👠

How Adrian see her: big sister

•(Everytime he do something with good intentions, but also impulsive that end up into shit and she has to fix it)

How Lily see her: Prettiest woman I've ever seen + Bad ass

•(Hot, serious, doesn't like cheetos, never catching the references. Always getting there in the right time and saving everyone's asses)

How Priya see her: Grams

•(The old granny who is always parenting her in the party's)

How the others council members see her: Satan

•(The oldest bitch on the house, could be the antichrist, president of tribunals, no one messes with)

How Jax see her: Satan^2

•(Capitalist, rich as hell, oppressive, dictator who determines everybody's fates against their will)

How MC see her: Supreme crush - girlfriend, future wife

•(The biggest crush ever, interesting, pretty, soft marshmallow, powerful, protective, caring)

How she actually is:

•(Cinnamon roll who deserves the world and all the happiness ever ❤️❤️)

Fuck you gaius

#choices you play #bb #bloodbound #kamilah x mc #kamilah sayeed #lily spencer #adrian raines #jax matsuo #lmfaooo #omgggg #im dying here #priya lacroix

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jamesboy3421 · 6 years ago

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August 3rd, 2018

18:54: Jms- Dude. There’s something about Jaxon. Like, something I just gotta write about and put into permanence. Let me tell you how I led to this whole train of thought.

So we’re currently in the car, heading down to Ohio for the week. It’s the new one that only Pabu can drive, so there’s three rows of seats. It’s just G, J squared, and I tho.So G is in the passenger seat next to Pabu, JJ are in the middle together with their row of 3 seats, and I get my one seat in the back with the luggage and, honestly?, I kinda like it like this. G loves her passenger seat, and Pabu gets someone next to him. JJ get their cuddle space together, and I get total independence over the back. It’s not bad. So I’m leaning up against the luggage cause I had been napping (read Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda till I was tired :p) n I rolled over a bit. My head is propped up by Beary-O so I just look over at my legs crossed up on the seat, in Jax’s black n orange boy shorts. I got my grey tank top with the cat in sunglasses on it on. My body hair is noticeable, as well as a pretty strong tan, and my upper arm honestly isn’t in the worst shape anymore. And I was thinking trying to say I looked like a boy, but not just a boy. So I said a cute boy, cause that’s what I’ve always said. A cute little boy, cause I still looked feminine. But now things are different. And I said no, I’m not gonna go with that anymore. So I said I looked like a hot boy. Hot boy in tank and shorts, skinny with a strong tan. I’m a good looking guy. Even with the messy ruffled hair. I’d say I looked hot. And then I thought about how I never use hot. I never have. I’ve never really thought of anything legitimately as “hot”. Like, I’ve used the word. But like I used it cause they were situations where I felt like I had to. I never really felt strongly for the term, as I never really perceived anything as hot. But like, then Jax came along. And he used that word. I’m not saying like he uses the word constantly or anything. I dunno. Like, we do stuff. N we would be doing stuff and god it feels so much different than before. Everything is so different. It’s all good. Everything is okay in the moments I’m with him. It doesn’t feel wrong or guilty anymore either, cause I can freely call him my boyfriend (July 24 :p) everything just feels right. It feels okay. Happy. Better. And so we were doing stuff and ahrhdg man you can just tell it’s legit with everything he does. I mean yeah I still get those paranoid thoughts, I still get anxious, I always will. But I honestly feel like I can just push them away with him. I can trust him. And he says stuff like that when we do stuff, he says I’m hot and stuff, but like the way he says it and when he says it I just feel like it’s right. I mean agh I’m not saying he’s right I’m not conceited. I’m just saying it feels right. It feels like it’s supposed to, y’know? And like we were walking the other day, we both had on skinny jeans and band t-shirts and beanies. I was recording him with my new camera (I lost the footage :(((((((() and like honestly ? I can say he looked ... hot?? Like legit. There was feeling behind it where just it was legit and I knew I meant it. He looked hot. I ain’t ever used that word but I know for a fact that it applies to him damnit. Honestly everything just feels legit with Jax. Like, I trust him. And I actually trust him. Like I trust him trust him. Like yeah I love him, and god I know that, I love him so god damn much. But I can definitely say that I am attracted to him. 100%. All of him. Everything he does is just oh my god, y’know?

God I know how to word it all but like I don’t It’s just like ???? everything ???? feels ???? legit ???? Everything is just YES my man honestly. Like let me give you some examples as I remember them all. There was when I was feeling bleh about family stuff happening and I didn’t wanna talk about it cause I felt annoying always talking about it, I felt like I was complaining. Cause like we were lying down and he was trying to get me to talk, to open up. And he’s said he feels guilty about how mush he pushed but honestly I am really glad he did. I don’t remember what I said, but I said something and sat up n he say up and just the wwaayy that he looked at me. If this boy was acting then damn he deserves an Oscar cause like oof. I don’t even remember what he said but that mixed with just the honest look like his whole face was in it. Just concern and worry and caring and legitimately wanting to hear me open up and wanting me to be okay. You could see it in his eyes and his eyebrows and his mouth and just his face and hdhd his eeyyeess and my wall just crumbled and when we layed back down yeah I started off slow just saying some details but then I just let it all spill everything that was going on and all the worries I had with my family and it just felt good to just talk to him and tell someone the stuff that I keep just locked away in my head and just speak the truth. And just whenever anything happens, anything that he thinks he’s done to inconvenience me or whenever something seems to bother me, the way he just goes into this one voice. He has this voice that just happens every time and it’s just soft and gentle and calming and he’s saying it’s okay and god you just believe him because with him there everything really is okay, everything is alright. Problems melt away when you hear his voice. God, I love when he goes on rambles. And wow, does he ramble. If something is clearly upsetting me he just holds me and he talks. And he just talks and talks and talks. And it helps, I just sink into his chest, his warmth (god he’s so warm) and I feel his heart and I can feel when he speaks in a rumble in his chest right at the top and he just speaks and everything in the world just goes away and it’s just me and him and the rest of life doesn’t matter and everything is just okay and I can hold onto him and just listen and I can’t seem to find my voice I can never say any words cause I’m just lost in his and god this is so cheesy it’s like describing something in a book but it’s actually my life now when I’m with him it’s reality.

God I’ve been talking about this boy for almost an hour now. I didn’t even say a lot of the thoughts I was thinking before I started writing them down.

Honestly dating is just about finding the right person. I was so down about it before. Going through that kind of breakup, watching my parents divorce unfold, watching friends relationships go in and out, I just didn’t believe in any of it. But honestly? I think it really is just finding the right person. Cause even through all of this, I’ve been watching Jazzy and Josh too, my man. Like legit, bro, goals. They really are. They are such goals where yeah it’s clingy but not lovey dovey clingy it’s just like, right, y’know? Like it’s the relationship that just feels right even when yer not the one in it and you can’t be without it in yer life.

21:40: Jms- And I dunno I think I feel that way with Jaxon. Even in the beginning, everything just clicked. Legit I’ve never felt like I was friends with someone so fast. He was just instantly so easy to talk to. And even the first time we actually hung out, I didn’t feel like I had to hide anything. Sure, I was completely oblivious to him liking me at all, but I didn’t feel like I had to hide any part of me, I could just be myself.

I don’t know. Maybe I’m just over thinking things. I’m writing all this after reading a book, and while thinking of him, so maybe I’m just describing things in that magical fantasy book way of writing. Maybe it’s all how I actually feel. I guess you’ll never know ;p

21:45: Jms- I think I’m gonna stay up tonight transferring this writing into my Dragon Journal (DJ :D might change it to Script Journal tho cause it sounds cool). Cause I’m currently writing this all originally just on me phone on colornote cause I was having many a thoughts about the boy and needed to get them out fast. And I can definitely type faster than I can write in Script.

I’m not really in that big whole thinking process that I was in earlier cause we had to swap into my Grams car n I don’t get my little world all to myself anymore (now sitting in the middle seat with G). Still, wanna keep talkin tho just cause talking to myself is nice. The games on my phone would use up too much battery and it’s too dark to read. Unless I use my phone as a light that is. I light do that. I dunno yet. I like this book.

I was thinking about the book and that led to thinking about Jax and I really like just hugging him and being with him. I really wanna hug the boy and just lay with his warmth. I miss him already. My brain is just realizing how long it really is gonna be till I can see him again and that is not at all a happy feeling, my man. A week of just messaging.

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