#he would have treated a pickup truck like his baby

[teeheefatty]

🗿ONE LAST RDR2 DOODLE FOR TODAY🗿 this popped into my head while I was peeing- so I had to draw it- duh

R.I.P Arthur Morgan- he would have loved a red pickup truck

[chaosandmarigolds]

Cabin

(the timeline is a lil weird in this so just go for the vibes, Pre-K verse. Fem!reader)

Based off this AWESOME ASK! so here's my lil take on it <3

“Think ‘m dyin.”

“You’re fine.”

”UGH- oi, th’ light- oi, Beth? That you? callin me, LT, they callin me.”

Simon doesn’t bother to look up from the tablet to his wounded comrade, who would be alright with some TLC and a long night’s sleep. Currently, he was trying to find somewhere they could all rest, somewhere safe, which seemed to be an easy task- as he knew this forest like the back of his hand. (After living in a town not even ten miles away for close to seven years) Not to mention, he happened to know where there was a cabin, which should be empty.

Technically it wasn’t his cabin, it had been your brother however when your brother moved he left it to you. And since it was the middle of the summer and the cabin didn’t have AC, Simon assumed you were most likely happily sitting at home with the kids, on an air-conditioned covered porch.

With that in mind, he made his decision to lead his team towards the cabin. It would be a bit of a trek, but it was the best option they had, it wasn’t far from where they had to leave the truck- the mission had been odd, just to accompany some international weapons dealer, and since they were the closest they had been assigned. Long- story short, it went to hell and they somehow made it back in one piece. They had to wait for pickup, to be treated, and then for the debrief, so he couldn’t quite just go home, though he wanted to.

“Since when do ya own real estate?” Kyle remarked as they approached the cabin, lit up by their flashlights and the moon that hung, he had gotten out with a broken rib and a graze on the arm- luckily he didn’t fall from any high places this time. It was a quaint thing, made of wood with a cute chimney, and a nice porch. A big red garage not too far away from it and a dirt path leading to the neat porch.

“Not mine.” Simon replied bluntly back, handing his backpack to Kyle, and then told them he would grab some emergency packs and the first aid kit from the garage. With one flashlight tucked under his arm, he went around the back of the garage while the rest went into the cabin, as he also told them the spare key was under the chair leg. He remembered building the garage, yet somehow he still would grumble about how loud the door was.

Normally the garage was barren, give or take the Christmas decorations you would have him store in there, a rack with his tools and weapons. As well a year’s worth of rations, and camping gear, both mundane and survival- to put it simply it had everything he would need if he simply needed to vanish for a while. Though he hadn’t needed to in a long moment, not since he met you and Ollie- and perhaps that could be summed up to he didn’t quite want to anymore, either way- he flipped on the flickering light expecting a vacant garage.

No. Instead, he found your car sitting in the darkness. He knew it was yours because only your car would have that dent he caused in the front fender. Within a millionth of a second everything began to make sense- you had said you had a project you were going to surprise him with, ‘take it off his shoulders’ as you gleefully had put it before he left. The air conditioning, you had taken on the task of installing the air conditioning while he was gone. Which meant you were in the cabin with Ollie and he just sent a team of men in there, armed.

All the same, he had taught you to fend for yourself, enough to where when he ran through the front door to the sight of a knife to Johnny’s neck and a panic-riddled fear within your eye. He wasn’t shocked by it. He quickly told Kyle to drop the gun, harshly at that, to which Johnny replied-

“WHA? Bonie’s go’ a knife-” “Simon?”

His eyes flash over to yours and almost out of habit, his hand went to take off the mask, to assure you, “S jus me, let Johnny go, baby. Jus me.”

“Oh my god,” You very quickly drop the weapon of opportunity and without much else warning you turn around on your heel to go down the hall, opening up the coat closet to pick up the three-year-old- who was still baffled on what was going on and why you told him to go hide.

All the while you were doing that Johnny very slowly looked back at Simon, a look of exasperation across his expression- because- well two things actually; he had technically seen the man’s face before, but never in good lighting and it wasn’t because Simon was trying to show his face it was more of a random moment post-OP. Secondly; “What do ya ‘ean ‘Baby?”

“ISTER RILEY!” The three-year-old shrieks with glee before any questions are asked and before any can be answered, the child in his blue dinosaur-themed PJs and his mob of hair messy from bed, yet he seemed as awake as one could be. Ollie tried to wiggle out of your grasp, failing so he frowned and looked to you, “Momma wan go ‘Ister Riley.”

You stand at the end of the hallway, beside the old couch and you look over the three men, one you happened to be in a relationship with, and the other two you had no earthly idea of their existence till two minutes before, where they rudely woke you up with clanking boots. You only glance the two over before returning your gaze to Simon, who is very slowly approaching his movements calculated, as if he knew a sudden movement would scare you. “Who…who are these people?”

“On my team, I didn’t know you would be ‘ere,” His voice was hushed, as if he didn’t want them to hear his words, as he got closer Ollie began to lean out of your grasp to move to him- and normally you would allow the transfer, yet not then. Which Simon was very aware of, “Needed somewhere to crash for the night, I didn’t know you ‘ere here. I wouldn’t have-”

Before he could finish his apologies, your voice was whispered through the silence, “You’re all bleeding, what? Do they not have medics? I thought- you told me you had people to take care of you.” Sure, you were very angry and more importantly scared, feeling unsafe in your own home and if not a bit betrayed, yet…for the moment you were willing to overlook that.

“Back at base, luv,” Simon was quick to reply, “Waiting for someone to ‘ick us up ‘n take us.”

You take a moment to process his words and you nod, “Johnny and Kyle?” Your husband very slowly nods, so you look back to the two beaten-up men, who were standing as if they were watching their best friend get yelled at by their parents. After a moment of breathing and slowing your heart rate you give a meek smile, “Hi, I’m sorry, that was a…well an awful introduction, I swear I’m nice.”

They were both quick to deny you being the guilty party, Kyle taking off the cap within a millisecond as he spoke, “No! We must’ve scared ya to death, completely rational reaction, Missus.”

Johnny nods and motions to Kyle as he adds on. Watching as Simon very carefully moves to stand behind you. He knew his best friend, and he somehow didn’t know of his secret wife- suspicions yes, yet he was tickled pink that he was correct. “Wha’ Gaz is sayin, you did not’in wrong, bonnie, fact o’ it is-”Ollie’s face crinkles as Johnny speaks and he moves his head to look back at Simon, seeing him from an upside-down view, “Ister Riley why does he talk weird?” As if on cue you move Ollie to sit happily in Simon’s arms and give a weak laugh to distract them both from your son’s rude question.

“Tea?”

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“And Missus?” Kyle said after about ten minutes of silence, the night was peaceful, Ollie going from Simon to Johnny the entire night and asking about every question imaginable (”You fight bad people?””I do laddie.””Da’s so cool.”….”Wha’s your name?””Johnny.””Nuh-huh.””Nuh-huh?””Yea, ‘Ister Riley called ya someden different earlier.””Ah, Soap, tha’ my speical nickname.””SOAP??”) and you fussing about how crappy their medic was, they didn’t have one, and getting the first aid kits and clean clothes out, the night was oddly…pleasant.

Simon, who currently had a sleeping three-year-old against his chest, looks up from his tea and then clears his throat. “Wha’ bout her?”

Johnny had spent the last forty minutes thinking about it all, and he had figured out the timeline, or he thought so, so he looked to Simon- a look of pure shock and a little bit of mock upon his face, “Whatcha ‘ean ‘wha’ bout her? LT got a wife n kid ‘n we ‘ere nun wiser!”

“Tha was what I was hopin for,” Simon said dully in return, moving to stand up, an arm under the boy, and then giving you a soft smile as you came back from the garage, blankets in hand. “Gonna put Olls t’ bed.”

As your husband tells you what he was doing you give him a little nod and then set the blankets down on the couch, looking back to the very intimidating men, who were somewhat pleasant as you got to know them. “Unfortunately one of you will have to sleep on the floor. Si’s got a little cot thingy but I hate that thing so I will subject you to it. Trust me, the floor is better.”

Johnny laughs, “Nah we’ll jus cuddle on and we’ll be fine, Missus.”

“No, we will not.” Kyle deadpanned back, glaring at Johnny before looking back to you, “Thank you for opening your home.”

You smile at him, finding it easier to do so after a few hours, “Well after having to endure Ollie for hours it’s the least I could do.” It was a joke that they both caught onto, laughing lightly at it, though the air wasn’t stiff it was most definitely a bit awkward.

“Speakin of Ollie, is he-”

“Oh, he’s not Simons.” You quickly finish the thought, fully knowing that was going to be the question out of the Scotts mouth, then you clear your throat, walking to the kitchen as you spoke, “I mean- sorry, I met Simon when Ollie was about a year and a half old, my ex divorced me after Ollie was born and since he had been on deployment I didn- anyway sorry,” You wave your hand and grab your mug, “and Simon was volunteering at the school I worked at- for um, well John, you both know John of course- anyway, I needed a babysitter for Ollie and he offered and then…well the rest is history.”

“Ghost volunteering at a school?” Kyle echoed to clarify, “an the kids weren’t scared of him?”

“Terrified,” You reply, a laugh in your voice, “It was cute, he was cute, he’s good with kids, he won’t say he is but he is and oh lord, I…” A slight faltering and you shake your head, “Anyway, I’ll let you both sleep. You know where the bathroom is.”

With a few goodnights, you walk down the hall, leaning on the doorframe to the smaller room, which had a pull-down bed that had Ollie’s favorite racecar-themed blanket atop of it and a few select toys you had let him bring on the two-night trip. As you listened to the very faint conversation you stayed quiet, not wanting to ruin the moment between the father-figure and the boy.

“I like Misser Soap and Misser Kyle.”

“Mm, thos’ are my brother’s laddie, so ‘m sure they’re happy you like em.”

“If…if dey brother then- then they like Uncle Mark?”

“…Yeah, sorta like your Uncle Mark, alright, you get to sleep, yeah? Fore mum has both our hides.”

You move to stay in the hallway as Simon kisses the boy’s forehead and tells him goodnight for the billionth time, and you turn your head upward to look at him as he closes the door behind him. He looked tired if anything, so maybe you would wait for your scolding. Silence, as you had learned very quickly on within your relationship, was the cornerstone of who he was. Whatever you may want to be said he was already aware of, anything you wanted to be expressed he was already expressing in his own way. With that in mind you move to where he could easily wrap his arms around you, tucking you into what he felt was like a safe embrace.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Not scared of you, scared of what would happen without you.”

(annd yeah, that's all. Feedback, comments and all that mean so much to me <3)

[conniesanchor]

Please do one where Y/n get extremely hurt while tornado chasing and Tyler is protecting her and treating her wounds

combined with this request: or mb an established relationship n they go tornado chasing n she gets hurt and he has to help her before they both die (like how Kate helped own after the thing fell on him and they had to run to the cinema) by @inloveallthetime

warnings; mention of blood, not edited.

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the storm is getting closer and closer with each second. “y/n, get in the damn truck!” your boyfriend, tyler owens, tells, hitting the hood of his red pickup.

you shake your head stubbornly, “we have to get closer, we’re gonna miss our chance,” you speak, looking up at the storm. debris is flying everywhere, branches nearly missing your head. you decide to run closer, however you’re quickly pushed back by a gust of wind, and you land on your back.

tyler runs towards you, his voice laced with worry, “y/n!” he screams, not getting to you before a large piece of scrap metal flys by and scrapes your leg.

“tyler, it’s- shit it’s getting closer,” you voice, he doesn’t speak, his nerves racing as fast as yours. he picks you up, sprinting to the car. in a rush, he opens the passenger side door, putting you inside and shutting it. he goes over to the driver side, forfeiting the seatbelt, and practically stomps on the gas pedal.

it takes a few minutes, but eventually you get away from the storm and back to the road. “ty, i’m sorry,” you mumble, your hand putting pressure on your bloody leg. he only shakes his head in response and keeps driving. the drive back to the motel is a long one. he doesn’t speak all the way home, but you notice him glancing at your wound every couple seconds.

finally, you pull into the motel’s parking lot. tyler opens his door and walks over to yours. he opens it, offering you his hand. you gladly accept, limping out of the car. he lets out a frustrated huff, lifting you up once more. with more struggle than he’s willing to admit, he gets the door unlocked and gets you inside the room and on top of the bed before shutting it.

he stands there for a moment, just looking at you with a look of disappointment and frustration. he then moves into the bathroom to grab a first aid kit. “i need your jeans off,” he mumbles. normally, one of you would make a suggestive joke, but now, neither of you say anything. you just stand up on one leg, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down. tyler pushes you back down softly, “i’ve got it, you’re alright.” he pulls them down the rest of the way.

he wets a cotton ball with some rubbing alcohol, giving you fair warning, “it’s gonna hurt, baby.” it’s mumbled, but still there. it lets you know that even though he’s upset, you’re still his girlfriend and he loves you. he gently presses it against the wound, lifting up each time he moves further down.

your boyfriend finished within a few moments, he wraps a bandage around the wound that stretches from your upper thigh to just above your knee. “it isn’t deep enough to need stitches, but it’s definitely gonna be rough to put weight on for a few days.”

you nod slowly, mumbling a thanks. your nervous for what’s to come. you know he’s upset and you don’t want to press anything, so you just grab your bag that was luckily already close to the bed and slip some shorts on. he slips into the bathroom wordlessly and you hear the water turn on.

tyler spends only about a half hour in the shower. you spend that time on the bed, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. when he gets out, he turns the lamp beside your bed on and shuts the big light off. “i’m sorry,” you mumble, looking up at him.

his anger seemed to subside with the shower, which was really the whole point of it. “i don’t tell you what to do for no reason, sweetheart. it’s to protect you, and when you don’t do that, you can get hurt.”

you nod your head slowly, “i know, ty. i just-” you start, your voice shaky. “the closer we get the more likely we are to see where it’s going and we can get people safe.”

your boyfriend scoffs, frustrated, “you don’t get to put other people’s safety above your own, y/n!” he shouts.

your taken aback at his tone, “i know that, tyler!” you stand, quickly wincing and sitting back down when a sharp pain shoot’s up your leg.

he moves to sit next to you, grabbing your hand to keep you from jolting up again, “i don’t want you to think i don’t trust you, darlin’. you just..” he trails off when he sees one of your tears fall. moving his hands to gently pad away your tears, he continues, “you’re new at this. i know you can handle yourself, but you can’t be so reckless all the time. okay? i can’t lose you.” he speaks genuinely, his fingers gently rubbing against the bandage on your thigh.

you sniff quietly, “i’m really sorry. you’re right, i just wanna help people.”

he lets out a chuckle, “i know that, sweetheart. and we do what we can, we just… we can’t save them all,” he smiles, “that’s my favorite thing about you.”

“i’m really sorry, ty. i promise i’ll listen from now on.”

tyler nods, “i know you will. and i’m not just saying all this to be mean, but you got hurt today. it could have been a lot worse and it would have been avoided if you had just gotten into the car,” he starts his hand drawing patterns against your skin, “i appreciate you saying you’ll listen from now on. i know what i’m doin’, darlin’.”

you smile, “i know you do. thank you for trying to protect me. sorry for scaring you.”

he returns your smile, “don’t be sorry, let’s just try not to give me another heart attack?” when you nod he continues, “and i’ll always protect you, sweetheart. it’s in my job description.”

[wh0relibrarian]

sunshine

a/n: a continuation of this post, although altered to be a summer break instead of winter. completely got lost in that 😭 please excuse any informalities, i’m still getting used to writing in second person (or smut for that matter), and tumblrs post format! so don’t be mean ;(

context (if you don't want to read the previous post): Reader is visiting her hometown for the summer. A rising grad student who just so happens to bump into Sukuna at the airport. After quick introductions, he gives her his number in case she gets too lonely...

content ahead: southern sukuna au, black coded!reader, afab!reader, d referred to as dick bc i don’t like using “cock”, v referred to as cunt or pussy, age gap (reader in her early 20s, sukuna is in his early 30s), cowgirl, daddy kink, rough!sukuna (but he’s still a softie), needy!reader, clit stimulation, nicknames such as sweetheart, princess, baby/babydoll, creampie, ass/face slaps, lots of praise, a decent amount of plot

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You’ve been texting Sukuna for a week now. Off and on, trying not to seem too interested, but interested enough to keep his attention. It sucked that he was a man very obviously out of touch with technology, because you can’t find pictures of him anywhere. Not even a Facebook page. You’ve just been grasping at straws, trying to remember each detail of his face. Each tattoo. You didn’t even get enough time to admire the one’s on his face, way too engulfed in his general appearance.

And oh, Sukuna. That poor man. He knew from the moment he saw you that you’d keep him up at night. From the curvature of your lips— only being the opening act to the beautiful smile you had hidden beneath. He tries to remember what color your shirt was, but can only remember how plump your tits looked. Practically spilling out of a… tank top? Or maybe it was a crop top. You had a jacket on, which he knows was gray because you kept trying to wrap it around your waist like you were embarrassed by your body. He couldn’t figure out why, though. You’re beautiful from head to toe, every part of you.

But today, today was the day you’d ask him to take you out. Or just ask to go out in general. Hell, you’d take anything at this point.

You: Hiii Sukuna. How’s your wrist feeling? I know a couple days ago you said it was progressively getting worse, any updates?

Sukuna: Hey babydoll. I think it’s all good now. Nothin a lil icyhot can’t fix. How are you?

You: I’m happy to hear that :) and I’m okay, just bored, per usual.

Sukuna: Ya know I’m always around.

You: It’s funny you mention that… I was wondering if you were busy later today? Or tonight. Either or, whatever works best for you. If you would even want to do anything of course.

Sukuna: City girl finally ready to get some sunshine?

You: Don’t make fun of me 😑

Sukuna: Oh I’d never do such a thing. Are you free right now? My lunch break’s comin up, could use the company.

You: Yes I am! I can be ready in 15, I’ll send my address.

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You weren’t as nervous as you thought you’d be. You know you looked good, you felt good. You put on a casual outfit, just a pair of bell bottoms and some old t-shirt your mom left around. This wasn’t a date, and you didn’t want to scare him, so you treated it like a normal hang out with a friend.

He picked you up in an old pickup truck, run down from the years spent riding on dirt roads and an occasional swamp. (Things can get messy the further south you go.) It was normal where you’re from to have at least one beat up truck per household, so his car was not a problem. You were all smiles, nearly skipping your way to the passenger side. Sukuna rolled down the window and he too had a bright toothy smile plastered on his face. It almost looked malicious, but you overlooked it once you got in. Something about his presence had you in a trance, you couldn’t focus on anything else but him.

When you opened the door, he stretched his arm out to help you into the chair. You made it a point to act as if you were struggling to get in and shut the door, nerves suddenly keeping you from wanting to look him straight in the eye. “Damn sweetheart… just look at you,” he said while leaning his body back, taking a moment to take in your appearance. “Hiii Sukuna, you aren’t too bad yourself,” you said giggling.

“We’re just goin’ up to Milo’s, hope that’s luxury enough for ya.”

“You think I came dressed like this for somethin’ luxury?”

“Well if that ain’t luxury, I’d be curious to see what is.”

Smirking, Sukuna went back to putting his full focus on the road. The butterflies in your stomach had died down, finding his presence incredibly inviting and safe. You were looking out the window for a while, until his hand found yours which was resting on your thigh. You turn around to him surprised, only to see his eyes still trained on the road in front of him. His hand clasped yours and gripped it tight, and you found the silence warm, like a gentle hug you wanted to last forever.

The lunch date was sweet. You both ordered cheeseburgers, fries, and a large sweet tea; reveling in its taste since it had been some time since you had genuine sweet tea. He started asking you about your schooling, learning that you’re majoring in business and will soon start working on your master’s degree. This charmed him— you were both alike even if it was in different ways. You’ve always provided for your mother, and so has he. You won’t stop reaching new opportunities, and neither will he. As the date went on his attraction only grew deeper. Your physical appearance did not mean much to him, you were to die for, but right now he wanted to know every single thing about you and didn’t care about anything else.

But… this wasn’t to say he’s not a curious man.

When ordering the food, you took a step back to look at the entire menu. This caused your skin tight shirt to rise up ever so slightly, showing off your cute tummy and belly button piercing. You noticed him staring, and he was never one to lie.

“Sukuna, order some damn food and stop looking at me like that,” you slapped his large bicep jokingly, making that same smirk from earlier slowly grow on his face.

“Mmm, you hidin’ that accent from me girl. Soundin’ so pretty bossin’ me around.”

You could tell the cashier felt a bit awkward at this point, so you pushed Sukuna in front of you to get him to focus.

Even though he would have moments like those, you didn’t feel like he was objectifying you. It never became the focal point of your conversations. It seemed like he was genuinely interested in getting to know you and it made you feel so… different. Sure you were young, but you’d never experienced such a natural yet interesting conversation with a man. You were shocked by it, to say the least, and it only made you want him more.

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After that day, you two were basically inseparable. He made it a point to try and see you after work, and if there was a day where he couldn’t do it, he’d make it up to you x2 the next day. He immediately started spoiling you, whether it was food or sending you money for new makeup, it’s like he couldn't do enough for you. You were always beyond grateful, and would even tell him to tone it down a bit, but he’d always say, “Princesses deserve princess things.”

It’d been around four weeks of this, the dates would get more romantic, and his time with you only more cherished. Although the flirting continued to grow, he never made a move on you. You definitely didn’t want to be the one to initiate anything. Maybe there was a reason for him not wanting to get physical, but not even a kiss? It was killing you at this point, every night you spent just dreaming of what his pretty lips felt like on yours. Not being able to help your hands traveling down to your aching pussy. You were so horny it hurt, and nothing you did could satiate the feeling; knowing good and well that his fingers— let alone his dick could reach spots you didn’t even know were there. Your own fingers would suffice for now, but you would be leaving in just a few weeks, you needed to know what Ryomen Sukuna was like in bed.

So, the next time he picks you up, you make sure to look drop dead gorgeous (not like he didn’t think that about you regardless.)

A few days ago, he paid for your hair and nail appointments. Large knotless braids with curly pieces coming out of them, and the prettiest french tip set you’d ever got done. You told him you wanted everything to be a surprise, and that you were planning to get a new outfit as well AND that he didn’t have to send you money for that. But you know he did anyway. The plan for this night was a drive-in movie closer to the heart of the city rather than where you both resided. There was a wing place you loved, different shops, and the movie would be the last activity.

After picking up a new sundress, a black one with thin straps and a slit at the bottom, you felt confident enough that tonight would go well. You took a shower when you got home, lathered your skin with shea butter from head to toe, and put on all the gold jewelry you owned.

There’s no way he wouldn’t want to fuck you dumb.

As always, dinner with Sukuna was to die for. He was such a gentleman, making sure to pull your chair out for you, telling you to get whatever you wanted from the menu. “Don’t be scared sweetheart, want you nice ‘n full.”

You shopped for a little while after, well, it was really window shopping. You felt so bad that Sukuna was paying for everything, even though he always insisted. You decided to just point out all of the things you liked, kind of like a test— if he really liked you then he’d remember all these things for a future event.

The drive-in was dead. Which I guess isn’t too surprising, you can’t remember the last time someone talked about seeing a movie here. Nonetheless, this was your dream scenario. With basically no one to catch you guys, it was the perfect breeding ground (literally.) The movie was some rom-com looking thing in black and white which you begged to watch, only because you knew neither of you would want to pay attention. Once he grabbed some popcorn and soda from the concession stand, he pulled up in front of the big projection, claiming he needed to be as close as possible because of his eyesight. After a few minutes of pretending to be interested, you turned to him and finally broke the ice.

“‘Kuna, do you like me?” Sukuna couldn’t believe the question.

“Of course I like you baby, why else would I be here?”

“Well,” you started, “I don’t know…”

“Oh, you know.”

“I know you like me, it’s just like— we aren’t like… you know.”

“Gonna have to use your words sweetheart.”

You looked forward as you tried to find the best way to say this, you decided to just rip the bandaid off.

“We haven’t kissed! Or anything! You just hug me or wrap your arm around my waist, but we haven’t done nothin’ ‘kuna. And I’m not sayin’ that’s any indicator of how much you like me, I’m just sayin’ it’d be ni—”

You anticipated this kiss, not only because you did everything in your power to set it up, but you could feel Sukuna’s eyes latching onto the way your lips moved while talking. His lips were just as soft as you imagined, tasting like cherry carmex and popcorn. His hand found its way to the side of your face, cupping it gently until he moved it to tilt your chin up towards him. Your mouth opened a little from the change in angle, giving Sukuna’s tongue access to the warmth yours had to offer. He melted deeper into the kiss, and so did you, as it continued to get more sloppy and wet. You could tell he was eager, swirling and dancing on the tip of your tongue, sucking it harshly like he was trying to gather as much saliva as possible. Just to pull back and have it leak out of his mouth, dripping down both his and your chin. It was downright nasty the way your fluids were colliding, but it turned you on an unbelievable amount. Whining and groaning into him, rubbing your thighs together, lacking the correct amount of friction from wearing a dress instead of pants.

Your hand started traveling to his chest and lower, and he could tell you were really riled up at this point simply from the way you were tugging on his shirt. He pulled his lips off yours, making you reach out for him still since your eyes were closed. When you opened them, you were able to see the true mess you two caused. Sukuna was drooling, his heavy lidded eyes not daring to move from your frame. His hair was everywhere, and you couldn’t be happier with your hairstyle of choice.

“Fuck baby,” he said while rubbing on the sides of your stomach, “I really need you. I’ve been needin’ you. Yer just so damn sexy, of course I’ve been wantin’ to do stuff. Just didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” He leaned in to kiss your cheek and up to the shell of your ear, “Never want you uncomfortable.”

And that sent you over, you cupped his face with both of your hands, kissing him hard. He growled from your sudden dominance, and with a few swift movements, pulled his seat back and slid you over the middle console and into his lap. Your dress hiked up to your thighs once you straddled him, allowing Sukuna to feel just how wet you were. With one hand on your face, and the other on your waist, he slowly made his way down to your cunt.

“So fuckin’ wet for me,” he whispered against your lips, making slow circles on your puffy clit. “This f’me? Say it’s for me babydoll.”

“It’s for you ‘kuna, it’s all for you. Please–” His fingers slid your panties to the side, revealing just how sticky you were for him. Your pussy was basically crying to be touched, and Sukuna was a gentleman, of course.

His mouth never left yours, left hand now resting behind your neck, while his other is furiously rubbing your bare clit. Your moans were being swallowed by Sukuna’s mouth, and when the pleasure finally got to be too much, you suddenly threw your head back with a yelp. Catching yourself immediately, you press your forehead into his.

“‘M sorry, fuck, ‘m sorry— it’s t-too much.”

“Don’t apologize princess, I love seein’ you act like this. So slutty.”

Your tits have barely been able to stay concealed in your already showy dress. They spilled out on their own from your sporadic movements, and once Sukuna could see one, he dropped everything to unveil the other and fondle them both. You kept grinding on his very hard dick, keeping up the rhythm he set up for you while he went to town on your boobs. Massaging them, pinching and flicking the nipples, mumbling things like “fuckin’ shit they’re so soft,” and “need to fuck you.” It wasn’t long before he popped one into his mouth, sucking on it, making it soo much more sensitive. You were squealing at this point, Sukuna looked up at you to see the tears forming at the corner of your eyes. With a ‘pop’ he brought his attention back to your beautiful face. Somehow fucked out just from dry humping. How cute, he thought to himself.

“Look at me, princess.” You struggled, but your eyes met his, still striving for your release. “‘M gonna fuck you, okay? Is that what you want?” You started nodding your head yes like a damn puppy.

“Need to hear you say it princess. Tell me you want it.”

“Wan’ it s-so bad baby, fuck me, I need you to fuck me.”

The thing about pick-up trucks is that there’s not really a backseat, which means you’d have to ride him right where you were. This wouldn’t have been a problem, until Sukuna quickly pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing probably the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. It was the fucking length that scared you. It wasn’t too thick, but girthy enough that it, plus his length, would have your legs shaking for days. He gave his dick slow strokes while you took off your dress, suddenly feeling embarrassed from being the only one naked. He could see you get self conscious by the way you try and hide yourself like the day he met you.

“Whatcha lookin’ at me like that for,” his eyes were still focused on yours while he prepared himself, licking his lips like he was genuinely going to eat you later.

“I can’t look at ya? You just look so damn good sweetheart. Can’t believe yer all mine.”

“You don’t have to gas me up now,” you said looking away.

“Nuh-uh,” he grabbed your cheeks and turned your face back to his, “I’ma always tell you how good you look. Don’t act so shy now baby.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing at his statement, still leaking from the previous foreplay. He pulled your forehead to his lips, kissing it tenderly, and when he let go of your face he asked you one last time if you were ready. You whisper out a shy yes and grab his dick cautiously, lining it up with your entrance as you slowly lower yourself onto it. You let out a sharp grasp as Sukuna rests his hands on the sides of your hips, trying to assist in any way he can. Once you’re close to bottoming out, he starts whispering praises.

“Doin’ so good babydoll.”

“Look at you takin’ me so well.

Every time he spoke your pussy would clench around him, making him hiss and choke back a whine. Once he was all the way inside you, you let out a breathe you didn’t realize you were holding. You raised your head to look at him instead of the way he was stretching you out. There’s that smirk again. One of his hands finds it’s way back to your clit, rubbing slow circles like before to help you relax. You were so tense but you tried to keep a level-headed face, even though it literally felt like you were being split in two.

You felt your walls get used to his size and shape, feeling them contort and mold into Sukuna’s cocksleeve. With that, you start riding him slowly, using his shoulders to stay balanced. You got the hang of it quickly and began picking up pace. He was still stimulating your clit, using his other hand to keep guiding your body up and down. It was clear that you were struggling to take him all in though, pausing every few seconds to catch your breathe or readjust yourself. And this would just not do for Sukuna.

He gripped and slapped your ass hard.

“Gotta do better than that baby.”

Smack

“C’mon sweetheart, put your fucking. back. into. it.”

Each emphasis on a word was coupled with a hard thrust and loud whines coming from the depths of your throat. The sounds you were both making at this point bounced around the truck. There wasn’t a moment of silence and you felt blissful. Lulling your tongue out just for Sukuna to catch between his teeth; moving his hand back to bully your clit, and using his free hand to grab your face and continue fucking his hips up into yours. He was growling obscenities into your ear, “Yeah baby, just like that keep fucking me like that.”

“Sukuna, please! Fuckfuckfuck I can’t,” you were bouncing on his dick beautifully, tits bouncing in unison and he truly believed you were unreal.

“Yes you can baby,” he gave your face light slaps, “keep those eyes open, keep lookin’ at me baby. Doin’ so good, I promise.” You were leaking like a faucet down his dick and balls, and with a certain thrust, you were sure he was hitting your cervix. The string of cries that came out of your mouth made him go faster, harder, knowing that he finally found the spot that makes you weak.

“Am I makin’ you feel good baby?”

“Mhmm, y-yesss, so so good.”

“Yes who?” Your eyes were crossing trying to look at him, confused at what he meant at first, but as his thrusts got rougher you knew exactly what he was getting at.

“Y-yes daddy, it feels so good.” You were slightly embarrassed by the things you were saying, the noises too. You felt so dirty, but in a good way. Searching for your release that was so close.

Sukuna was close too, but he didn’t want that to come before he made you gush all over his dick. When he found his way to your neck, kissing and biting and sucking on your precious skin, you were done.

“Fuck daddy right there!”

“Here sweetheart? You like this?”

“Yesyesyes don’t stop please don’t stop–” and with a cry you were creaming all over Sukuna’s dick. Your pussy clamped down on him so tight, he couldn’t help but look down at the beautiful mess you made all over his thighs. He kept fucking you through your orgasm, causing you to become incredibly overstimulated. Sukuna was getting close, you could tell by his relentless strokes, forgetting any type of consistent pace. His hands were on your hips now, pistoning up into you as your head rested gracefully on his shoulder.

“Mm babydoll gimme a kiss, c’mere.”

When your shaky lips met his, he was sent into overdrive.

“Fuck ‘m gonna cum. Fuck baby, where do you want it.”

Absolutely fucked out, you tried to come up with some sort of cohesive thought. “I-insi..de ‘kuna. In m-me.”

“You sure? Tell me you’re fuckin’ sure, yer milkin’ me baby.”

“I’m s-sure. Please please just cum inside me!”

“Oh, fuckkk…” Sukuna’s load filled your pussy to the brim, leaking out to coat the sides of his dick. He made you feel so full and warm. Finally stopping his thrusts, you hunch over his shoulder and he begins rubbing what feels like hearts on your back, humming into your ear how good you were for him, dick never leaving your pussy.

“Did such a good job princess. So fuckin’ good, are you an angel? Must be an angel, the way you dropped into my life like this.”

“Mmmm I’m your angel ‘kuna. I was made for you only.”

Although the moment was wholesome, your mind immediately flooded with the thought of you leaving in a few weeks.

How were you supposed to leave after this?

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[bradshawssugarbaby]

Timeless - II (Bob Floyd x Reader)

A/N: Hi besties! Lil early birthday treat from me (I'm hoping to write part three on my birthday but we'll see) with part 3!

pairing: Lt. Robert Floyd x reader

warnings/content: no warnings, extra cute Bob. mutual pining, OC's mom meddling but it's cute, Bob swears like once.

word count: 1.8k

one - two -

The Taylor home was practically humming with noise as your family prepared for Thanksgiving festivities together. Your mother was in the kitchen, channeling her inner Food Network tv personality as she made the holiday meal. Your younger brother was home from college, and your teenage sister had brought a friend over for the day to meet everyone and watch the hours-long football marathon that began early in the afternoon that day, following the thanksgiving day parade. Just as the Commanders were taking on the Cowboys, your doorbell rang. Despite there being several other people in the room with you, you appeared to be the only one able to hear it ringing. You sighed and rolled your eyes as you stood up to answer the door. In your doorway stood Bob, in a football jersey and jeans, a casual look that you remembered well from high school. He laughed softly as you answered the door, a warm, friendly smile on his face.

“Hey Krissy, Ma sent me over to see if your folks wanted any pies, she made these apple pie tarts and she made enough to feed the entire naval base, but I don’t think they’d fly back with me very well.” He let out a soft chuckle and shook his head, “Although, I’d love to show Hangman what a real apple pie tastes like. He swears the ones in the store are the same thing. You’d think being from the south, he’d know better.” He laughs again, his cheeks blushing as he speaks about his current life. 

“Hangman? Your friend’s name is…Hangman?”

“No, it’s a callsign, all of us have one. His real name is Jake. Then you have Bradley who goes by Rooster, Natasha is Phoenix-”

“Ok then, what’s yours?” You raise an eyebrow with your arms folded across your chest.

“Bob. I got kinda confused when they asked me when I first started…so I told them my nickname and it stuck. Although now if you ask Hangman, he tells you it stands for “Baby on Board” because I’m the youngest out of the team.” He shakes his head laughing softly before looking up at you, his deep cobalt blue eyes meeting yours. God, you could get lost in those eyes for hours. 

“I’m sure my mom would appreciate them, she’s sort of up to her eyeballs in cooking right now. I think she’s aiming to compete with yours for who can make the most food,” you laugh as you step aside to let Bob in, “Come on in, we’re just watching football, Ma’s banned us all from entering her kitchen.”

Bob laughed and walked inside your family home, the home he was so familiar with as a child, where you’d play hide and seek in the different rooms, sipping lemonade on your mother’s porch swing on the veranda out front, sneaking treats upstairs to your room when you were little, hiding while you devoured them way too close to dinner time. Helping you sneak in through your bedroom window late at night after a party you weren’t supposed to be at, driving you home in his dad’s beat up old pickup truck that had a habit of always getting stuck in the mud. 

Your house hadn’t changed hardly at all since your family moved in all those years ago. A coat of paint here and new furniture there and that was about it - it was almost identical to how it was when Bob was inside it last. The time he’d taken you to prom because your date canceled on you the day before. Bob had seen you crying at school and was comforting you the entire drive home that day, and he had offered to take you, because he hadn’t found a girl he’d like to ask yet. Part of you felt like Bob just felt bad for his best friend and didn’t want to see you upset, but the other part of you had hoped it was because he wanted to ask you.

“Bobby Floyd, how’re you doing? ‘Suppose we should be calling you Lieutenant now, shouldn’t we?” Your dad’s booming voice echoed through the house as he greeted Bob. Bob smiled warmly and nodded his head once as he spoke.

“I’m great, Mr. Taylor, and just Bobby is fine, I don’t really use the rank outside of work. We both know my Mama wasn’t going to be calling me Lieutenant when I got home,” Bob let out a hearty laugh as he turned to greet your younger siblings, “Wow, Megan, haven’t seen you since you were about 5 or 6, you must be like, 16 now? And Nate, Ma said you just graduated college? What did you end up going for?”

As Bob played catch-up with your dad and siblings, you quietly excused yourself to the kitchen where your mother was. You noticed your mother’s sly smirk on her face as she kneaded the pie crust she was working on.

“I hear Robert’s come to see you?” she hummed as she set the crust in the baking dish, trimming the edges as she spoke, “That was awfully sweet of him.”

“Mama, don’t start,” you warned quietly, shaking your head, “I told you, I don’t think Bobby feels that way.”

Your mother sighed and wiped the flour off her hands onto her apron, shaking her head. She gave you a pointed look. “Kristen Taylor, you know that Robert’s had eyes for you since he was six years old - don’t think that he’s changed his mind.” 

“What makes you so sure? What are you, an expert in how he feels now?”

“I may not be, but I’m very good friends with someone who is. And she tells me that Robert specifically asked how you were doing and if his mama had seen you recently. You don’t ask about a girl after 10 years unless you want to see them, Kristen.” Your mother laughed softly as she put the pie in the oven. After a moment of silence while you tried to wrap your head around this new information, your mother shook her head.

“Kristen, his mama and I just want you kids to be happy. But let’s face it, he didn’t come here just to see if we wanted some extra apple pies. And his mama did not “accidentally” make too many.”

“How did you know why he was here?” You laughed and raised an eyebrow as you folded your arms across your chest, watching your mother intently as you awaited a response.

“I can’t reveal all my secrets to you now, can I, Kristen?” Your mother smiled warmly as she looked towards the doorway. You followed her gaze, turning around to face Bobby, his cheeks turning pink as he stood in the entrance to the kitchen, leaning his hip against the door frame. He pushed his glasses up on his nose, a nervous habit of his for as long as you’d known him, and smiled.

“Hi Mrs. Taylor, you look lovely, Mama wanted me to come by and see if you wanted some apple pies…but I’m guessing she called you ahead of time to tell you?” He laughed awkwardly, obviously having heard the last half of your conversation.

“She did, Robert! And congratulations, it sounds like you’ve become quite the accomplished Naval lieutenant while you’ve been gone. Your mama’s been filling me in on what you’ve been up to. She’s very proud of you, but I’m sure you know that already.” Your mother nodded her head as she smiled. 

“I do, m’am, she’s very glad I’ve come home for a few days. I don’t get leave too often now with everything going on back on base, but I try to come home when I can. Last few years we just went to Texas and met halfway at my brother’s house in Austin. This year though my brother and sister have brought all the little ‘uns up here, so poor Ma’s got all 3 of us kids up here, plus my brother’s two and my sister’s two, and their partners. It’s a bit of a full house. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t glad to escape when she asked me to come by.” He laughed softly, “I love my nieces and nephews but boy, do they know how to tire you out.” 

“I can imagine! Actually, while you’re here, could I steal you to help Kristen for a moment? I need the serving trays brought down from the attic, but I can’t trust Nate to carry them without dropping one, and Megan’s terrified of going up there,” your mother laughed as she discreetly shot you a smirking glance. 

“Oh, I’d be happy to, Mrs. Taylor. Krissy and I’ll get them down for you.” Bob smiled as he took your hand playfully and went off upstairs with you. It felt just like old times, his hand leading you up the stairs to the attic where the two of you used to hide and play in as kids. You’d turned it into a clubhouse of sorts for the two of you growing up, a sanctuary away from the chaos of having a big family and school work and chores - a place for just the two of you. 

Bob sighed happily as he looked around the attic. The two of you had so many memories of being in here together, and for you, it felt like they all came flooding back at once. 

“God, I haven’t been in here in years,” he said as a soft chuckle escaped his lips, “Remember that time you hid up here when we ate all of your mama’s apple pie she’d baked for the school bake sale? She was madder than a wet hen, and we thought hiding up here would be the smartest choice. Then, sure as shit, she found us laughing and covered in apple pie filling.” He laughed again, shaking his head. “We both got grounded for that one, I think that was the first time my mama ever had to ground me, and it was because of you in the first place!”

“Hey, I didn’t make you eat it,” you laughed as you held your hands up innocently. “I just encouraged you to join me. Not my fault that you did.”

Bob shook his head and smiled thoughtfully at you, his eyes meeting yours once again. You hadn’t noticed how closely you two were standing to one another until now, your bodies only a few inches from each other, close enough to feel each other’s body heat radiating. You instinctively bit your lip - your own nervous habit, and Bob gently stroked your cheek with his hand. He pulled you in closer and smiled softly. 

“God, I’ve missed you, Kristen.” He said as he gently wrapped an arm around your waist, his other hand still gently stroking your face, “I really, really missed you.” 

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Kansas City Confidential

The pit boss at a Mexican craps table shouts, “You might as well be broke as not have enough.” That’s the all-or-nothing world of Phil Karlson’s films noirs. In KANSAS CITY CONFIDENTIAL (1952, Criterion Channel, Prime, Tubi, Plex, YouTube), ex-con John Payne loses everything because a criminal mastermind (Preston Foster) has set up an armored car robbery using a florist’s truck identical to the one Payne drives to make deliveries near the bank. His future stolen, Payne sets out to track down the real culprits and turn them in for the reward money.

Karlson directs kinetically. He cuts on movement to create some brutal fight scenes and uses imaginative, deep-focus compositions to disguise the cheapness of the film’s sets. He also favors soul-bearing closeups that reveal any acting short cuts. His work with Payne, on the first of three films they made together, is particularly revealing. Most famous for his films at 20th Century-Fox, which treated him as the poor man’s Tyrone Power, his later work in Westerns and noirs revealed an actor of surprising depth. He doesn’t need to express any inner conflicts verbally. They’re all there in his weathered face, and he has silent moments here that are surprisingly moving. The film also features a trio of great heavies — Neville Brand, Jack Elam and Lee Van Cleef — as the criminals Foster recruits to pull off the heist. The only misfire is Coleen Gray, who seems to act as if she knew her role was only there as butch assurance (some of the scenes of Payne tracking down the crooks read like pickups). Her character has no real bearing on the plot, and she falls back on indicating, as if she couldn’t find any truth within the role. Moreover, her unlined baby face, which worked in films like NIGHTMARE ALLEY (1947) and THE KILLING (1956), makes the wrong kind of contrast in this film. It doesn’t fit in a world of grizzled, hard-lined crooks where, when you fly somewhere, the plane arrives at night on a rain-soaked runway.

One of the film’s most influential plot elements is Foster’s insistence that none of the criminals know who anybody else on the team is. They wear masks reminiscent of those worn by spies and crooks in European thrillers of the 1920s and 1930s. It’s a great look, and the plot device would influence Norman Jewison’s THE THOMAS CROWN AFFAIR (1968) and Quentin Tarantino’s RESERVOIR DOGS (1992), with the latter rivaling Karlson’s brutal intensity.

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Three Wise Men and A Baby (2022)

Plot summary: Three brothers are surprised when they find themselves forced to care for a baby during the holidays. During the journey, they begin to rebuild their relationships as brothers while rediscovering their love for Christmas.

Starring: Margaret Colin as Barbara Brenner, the family matriarch, Andrew W. Walker as eldest brother/firefighter hottie Luke, Paul Campbell as middle brother/pet therapist Stephan (pronounced Stef-fan, not ‘Stefon,’ as I had hoped) and Tyler Hines as youngest brother/newly unemployed video game designer Taylor. (Lots of “Hey, It’s That Guy!” happening here.)

Setting: Unclear. Filmed in Vancouver, though.

Ridiculous third act conflict: Luke finally sets some boundaries with his brothers, and Taylor acts like a big selfish baby. Also, there’s a last-minute holiday lights contest.

Steaminess (out of 5 ☕️): ☕️ We were hoping that Luke would connect with the ER doctor. There’s zero romantic tension between Stephan and Susie, but good chemistry between Taylor and Fiona (his long-suffering ex-girlfriend and coworker).

Overall holiday joy: Good; more family-focused than romcom. A nice holiday sendup of the Tom Selleck classic “Three Men and a Baby.”

Tropes

Meet-cute ✔️ (Stephan meets his love(?) interest in a dog park when he’s ‘treating’ her dog. There’s a second meet-cute at the end.)

Red pickup truck ❌ (The arch nemesis has a black pickup truck, which is basically the anti-red pickup truck, right?)

Plot moppet ✔️ (The movie revolves around a baby.)

Big city girl returns to her hometown ❌

Handsome stranger with a tragic backstory ✔️ (Baby’s mom)

Dramatic ex encounter ❌

Heroine make-under ❌

Dead parent(s) ❓ (Dad abandoned the family.)

Sibling conflict ✔️

S/he hates Christmas/Hanukkah ✔️

Quotes

(Re: Stephan): “There’s no way that guy is straight.”

“We should have kept count of how many times they asked, ‘Who leaves a baby at Christmas?!’”

“Who leaves a baby at a firehouse? Um, anyone who knows that’s a safe place to surrender a baby.”

“A keg of eggnog? That sounds disgusting.”

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Hello, yes, hi, I am once again here to give you your Main Man Mr. Frankie Morales and I'll throw in "Please kiss me" and/or "Don't hold back" because reasons (those reasons are I have a great need and I know so do you hehe). Hope your week in Iceland goes fantastic! ✨

Thank and bless you for making me think thoughts about Mr Frankie Morales who is indeed our Main Man. Oh Frankie. Oh. Darling baby boy.

No warnings except lots of burping. Cute first date with Frankie.

You had probably never has such an insignificant and simple yet absolutely fantastic first date. In the past you had somehow drawn to you the kind of men who would treat you to expensive dinners at fancy restaurants or elaborate cocktails at the popular hot spots in town. Those dates were nice, of course, but somehow always ended up being about the venue and how much disposable income the guy had.

Francisco Morales was different. He showed up in clean yet clearly worn clothes: jeans that somehow managed to look both too tight and baggy at the same time, a rather endearingly horrible shirt with cranes on it, a worn denim jacket, a baseball cap hiding his hair except the unruly curls peeking out from under it.

He took you bowling. It wasn't even one of those fancy laser bowling places, but a completely normal, clean but run down place that looked vaguely vintage but lacked the follow-through in interior details to actually be categorized as a themed bowling alley.

He won, but seemed to not even care as his gaze kept returning to you, smiling at your every word, laughing heartily at your stupid jokes. He then took you to what he said was his favorite restaurant: a hot dog vendor whose streetside stall looked like it might fall over at any point. The hot dogs, which you ate on a park bench while the sun wandered past the buildings on the other side of the street, were of course out of this world. The meal, however, made you burpy, and you thought you were being discreet about it, but Frankie noticed.

"A good healthy burp will keep you right after that hot dog," he advised you between the bursts of laughter. "Don't hold back."

The situation got out of hand and suddenly you were having an inconceivably childish belching contest, one that you won. You worried for a moment that Frankie would find you disgusting, but he seemed only concerned with keeping his bellyfrom splitting with laughter as he bent over and wheezed for air. It was so liberating to be able to just be yourself, to be immature and silly and funny with a man. And yet, you found a serious side to him as well: he could converse about most topics, about the darker sides of life, about fears and hopes and dreams. When it got chilly, he took his jacket off and put it over your shoulders despite your protests.

He drives you home after, and when he pulls over outside your house, he turns to you with a shy smile.

"I had a really good time - "

"Please kiss me," you cut him off, and he responds immediately, leaning over the middle console of his pickup truck to get closer to you. His lips brush over yours, tentatively, as if still asking for your permission. Your heart is sledgehammering away in your chest and your eyes close when he applies a little more pressure. He's not too pushy about it though, kissing you softly with lots of little breaks in which he just breathes against your trembling lips. When you bring a hand up to the side of his strong neck, you feel his pulse, quick and insistent, and you realize that his blood is roaring in his ears just as yours is. And even though it's exciting and hot and intense and frightening, there is also a sense of things falling into place.

You press your lips to his more insistently, and your tongues meet.

[khneltea]

Day 3 - Original

So...About That Jacket...

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Marinette was going to kill him. She was going to murder Adrien "Radiant Carefree Dreamy" Agreste. Say goodbye, world, to the blond sunshine. He was not long for this world, and it was inevitable for it to be shortened because of his actions. She could handle the drama. She could handle the daddy and mommy issues. She could even handle the goddamn leather cat suit.

But this? This was where she drew the line.

"What," she growled, pinning her brother down with her glare and the mop she found in the kitchen, "did you do to the jacket?"

Adrien was cornered. He had nowhere to go. All possible exits were blocked by Marinette, Plagg was preoccupied with two whole wheels of Camembert, and Marinette had that look in her eye. The one promising pain and torture and his anime collection finding itself on eBay before he could even say "spaghetti". What's worse was that Marinette knew she had him on the ropes.

He gulped. "I can explain?"

"Start talking." She leveled the handle to his neck, and his eyes grew frantic. "If you talk fast enough, I might cancel the auction for your PreCure action figure in time."

"You don't mean..." He gasped, covering his mouth with his hands. "Not Cure Twinkle, Go! Princess Precure limited edition! Anyone but her! Take Cure Flora, or Scarlet, but not Twinkle!"

"Then, you better start talking, Agreste."

He cried like a baby after that.

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"You what?"

"I'm so sorry, Mari! I thought it was one of my jackets."

"It was on my bed. It was in my room. You don't just take stuff out of my room—"

"But we had movie night in your room, and I was in a rush! You know how my professor treats students who are late, even if it was just once!"

"That doesn't mean you get to give the jacket to a random stranger in the street who looked cute!"

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Marinette flopped on the couch, grabbing onto a discarded throw pillow. "What am I going to do?"

"Can't you just buy him a new jacket?" Adrien suggested, then held up a throw pillow in front of his face. The amount of times a heavy object was hurled at his head by a grumpy or catastrophizing Marinette was enough for him to be fearful of her moods.

She mumbled gibberish into the throw pillow. "I'm sorry, could you repeat that again for me, Mari?"

"I can't." She lifted her head off the pillow to give him a self-loathing glare. "His grandmother made it for him. He told me when we went on that study date."

"Oh." Adrien deflated, not even noticing she called it a date like he had been telling her it was. An idea hit him. "Well, why don't you make one for him? An MDC original, handmade by MDC herself, has got to be worth something, right?"

Marinette opened her mouth to refute it, and closed it, thinking. If she could make it exactly how it was when she got it...

She jumped up, rushing to her bedroom. She needed to research where the hell could she buy flannel from Kansas fast.

As soon as she left the room, Adrien collapsed on the couch. He congratulated himself. He wasn't going to die today. Maybe.

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Two days and one sleepless night later, she regretted all her decisions. Thank Kwami it was a weekend.

Somehow, she had convinced Kaalki to transport her to a small haberdashery in rural Kansas. The isolated town of Smallville was quaint with its little shops and smiling folks. Vintage cars and retro shops lined the streets, and they even had an old school general store near the center of town. It looked like a place she could imagine herself growing old in, and she would have loved to explore the place more, maybe get one of those famous apple pies Jon kept telling her about, if she hadn't seen the boy himself sitting in the back of an old blue pickup truck the moment she stepped out of the haberdashery.

So, you might ask, what did she do?

Simple. She ducked in between the haberdashery and the laundromat, summoned Kaalki, and portalled out of there in five seconds flat.

That wasn't even the least of her troubles. When she came back to class on Monday, Jon sat next to her like usual. It would have been fine until he mentioned her visit to Smallville. She didn't even realise that he'd seen her.

"Uh— yeah Smallville went— I mean, I went to your Smallville— wait, no that's not right, I wanted to jacket—" She lit up bright red and shoved the box she carried into class at him.

"Oomph!" Jon held the box and furrowed his eyebrows. "What's this?"

She took a deep breath. "So you remember that jacket you lent me when we first met? The flannel one that your grandma made you? Well, my roommate slash brother kinda took it without me knowing and somehow gave it to a stranger, so I made you a new one and it's made of the same materials that your grandma used, at least I think they're made of the same material and I couldn't find the correct buttons so I picked the closest one to it and I'm sosorryagainit'sallmyfault—"

She didn't even know her eyes were closed until she was shocked by a weight falling on her shoulders. The surprise made her jump, hitting Jon on the forehead.

"OUCH!"

They looked at each other, and they laughed at the red forming on their heads. They were a pair of blue-eyed clumsy idiots. But, they were a pair of blue-eyed clumsy idiots together in the same economics course.

Grinning, Jon opened the box, took out the jacket, and put it on, showing off the back to Marinette. "How do I look?"

The MDC original signature fluttered on the collar as he spun around.

"It's perfect." She beamed, clutching her hands close to her heart.

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Bloopers:

Adrien nudged her as she ran to the car waiting in front of the campus. "Hey, hey, hey—"

"What do you want?" She hissed, resisting the urge to yank him by the ear. Damn tall genes.

"You might want a stop staring at his neck like that." He wiggled his eyebrows. "He's gonna start thinking you're a vampire, or maybe you've got a neck kink—"

"START WALKING, AGRESTE!"

so i've rewritten this author note at least four times now, so I'm just gonna leave it at the regular greetings. like, reblog, and comment! thanks for @maribat-calendar-events for the wonderful prompts, and everyone have a good day

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𝕙𝕢 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕕𝕤

part one ♡  part two (coming soon)

✉︎request: Hcs for Hinata and Kuroo as fathers, please?🥺

✰warnings: none

✎a/n: ahh ty for requesting!! im so sorry but i just.., we dont really write for hinata im so so sorry baby- hes on the masterlist, but we really. just really dont like him. anyways., i added some characters and part two coming soon! i had a little bit of trouble with kuroo, but i hope you enjoy it <3

➳ᴜꜱʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ, ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ, ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ, ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*��ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

✰ ushijima

He swears that he just KNOWS the gender of your baby before you’ve even had your first ultrasound, and with your third child you’ve just come to accept that he actually, really does know. Or maybe it’s dumb luck, but that never seems to be the case with him and he’s far too sure of himself

Talks to the baby no different from you, asks them for advice knowing they won’t be able to answer, but their little coos and smiles directed towards him are all the help he needs anyways

Sews patches into their play clothes when they’ve become too worn to wear, and teaches them how too! Makes his daughter a hello kitty bag when she says she wants a purse and she uses the leftover fabric to patch his work jeans, which he tore on purpose just because she wanted to put her new skills to use. He wears them out in public and with pride

Okay I know he’s a pro athlete but he’s also a farm boy sorry. Anyways he throws blankets into the back of a pickup truck and takes the kids on a (slow, and careful) ride through the backroads. Could you imagine having a dog back there with them too?? He’d train it to tug on their pants when they lean too far out of the truck and keep them safe

Excellent at putting babies to sleep. He’s kind of confused by them at first, and isn’t really sure what to do with them, but eases up when he sees how easily they drift off to sleep when he tucks them into his chest and pats their back

Doesn’t bring up volleyball to them, but secretly  has his fingers crossed that they’ll ask him to play one day; which of course they do, duh, he’s a pro player. As soon as they show even a mild interest in it he’s signing them up for the little league teams and bragging to his teammates

Keeps a photo of the family in his wallet and when he’s away for matches that you can’t make it to often gets caught just staring at it; the team shoots confused looks his way because he’s been looking down at the same photo for 30 minutes straight and smiling softly 

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

✰ iwaizumi

Please Iwaizumi with boys is just a role model father. He absolutely adores his little man and drills manners into his head from day one. It’s very important to him that he knows how to treat people with respect and be respected!

The moment he finds out he’s going to be a father he starts planning to build a treehouse. You haven’t even begun to put together a nursery and he’s made several trips to the hardware store and stacked wood in your backyard, and spends the baby’s growing years perfecting it 

He buys/sends you flowers on every single Friday, and hasn’t missed one yet. Your little boy catches on and saves up his allowance to buy you some too, because he’s gone with his dad to pick them up plenty of times and knows the way there relative to his walk home from school

He nearly cries with pride, because come on; that’s too cute.

Iwaizumi with a daughter? Different breed. He may not be real but my feelings for him are and I would do ANYTHING for him

He dresses her up in the ugliest frilly little dresses and takes hundreds of photos, and goes to daddy daughter events/dances??!? Bye I’m smitten. 

Little league coach!!! Listen he knows and loves sports, just the whole category, so everything his kids wanna sign up for you bet your ass he’s signing himself up for too

And he’s a GREAT coach ugh he always knows how to handle the kids, and given his profession is a bargain deal, they’re super lucky to have him there tbh

The other parents try and flirt with him and he just freezes up and panics because he can’t respond to them like he usually would to people given his kids are involved, so he just starts rambling about how great you are

Takes them to practices he’s needed at sometimes and before bringing them in, practically gives the whole team a death threat. They have fun there, though, and he’s screeching instructions and insults out at them with his kid asleep in his arms

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

✰ bokuto 

He cries when he finds out he’s going to be a dad. Big, ugly tears, and crushes you with his hugs. Wastes no time whatsoever in bragging to everyone about how lucky he must be to be having your kids ugh hes a cutie

Also cries when they’re born, and it’s visible in every photo. It’s heartwarming, though, and you’re ecstatic to see just how excited he is. You certainly know you’ve made the right choice

When he’s away for games, he always calls to tell his kids a bedtime story and tell them he loves them. Even if it’s 12pm or 3am for him, he keeps his alarm set to go off for 9pm at home.

When he can’t tell a story because he’ll be in the middle of a game, he begs, BEGS, for someone on the sidelines to answer the incoming facetime call and face the camera towards him. When it’s done and over, he’s handed his phone and it met with their sleeping faces, with an msby flag clutched loosely in their tiny fists

He always makes up for having to travel by taking them out individually so they all feel special, whether it’s for ice cream or to a movie. It’s their choice, and he gives them his undivided attention the entire time

They’re completely spoiled by him, honestly. Their allowance is cut off by you because he’s not even leaving enough for him to buy himself lunch-

Shows up to practice when then they’re born just to show them off, excitedly displaying his blessing to all of his teammates before promptly tucking them away into their carseat and leaving before they can make him stay-

✰ kuroo

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

Sends his kids to private school, but makes sure they engage in community activities; he still wants them to have the same neighborhood kid experience that he did rather than being stuck up like their classmates, and will push them towards sports

Carries them around on his shoulders nearly everywhere he goes, when they’re babies always has them strapped to his chest and insists he be the one to hold them when you’re out and can’t use a stroller

Buys EVERY single parenting book he can find. Even the ones in the dollar store bargain bins, and compiles every common suggestion into a spreadsheet. By the time the baby’s born he has 12 pages on every book he’s read, everything he’s learned from it, complete with statistics and a works cited page

Takes classes! Is very nervous and doesn’t really know much about babies so he really wants to just make sure he can’t do anything wrong, and like the nerd he is learns as much as possible

He may as well be a pediatrician at this point tbh

Keeps stuffed animals in the bottom drawer of his desk at work for when he brings them in, and will make a bed where his feet would usually go for them to nap on time so they won’t interfere with your sleeping at home

The dad that is angry that math isn’t done the same way as when he was in school and they both have a whole entire moment at the dining room table

[writinggarbage007]

The Captain’s Assistant

Chapter 12

Steve Rogers x dark! reader, Avengers x dark! Reader

Summary: After 3 years as Cap's assistant and being treated like nothing, you are captured by Hydra and everything changes.

Warnings: swearing, dark themes, abduction, torture, cannon level violence, theft, bank robbery, manipulating people,

Slight AU

Steve wakes slowly. The soft bed is warm as he reaches over to put his arm around you. When he's met with cool sheets he sits up, looking around.

His eyes fall on the note with his name scrawled across it. He hopes it says you went to get coffee or make breakfast.

His hopes are dashes by the words he reads. The ink slightly smudged as if you were crying. It makes his heart jolt in his chest. Why didn't you wake him?

He didn't know how to start searching for you. You could hide and be standing right in front of him.

It read:

Steve,

I'm so sorry for leaving. I was trying to think of a way to explain to you what is going on with me but I feel the darkness growing. I was laying here thinking I didn't want it to consume you too. I don't want to hurt you.

Love,

Y/N

Jumping from the bed he called out to Friday with no response. He had forgotten that Tony didn't monitor you. Grabbing his phone from his pants pocket he called Bucky.

"What?" Bucky answered, his voice rough with sleep.

"I need the team at the tower. As soon as possible. I'm going to wake Tony. Move your ass." Steve said and Bucky was heard grumbling to someone.

"I'll be back as soon as I can baby doll."he said to the girl in his bed. The fact that it had been the same one for almost 6 months was an accomplishment.

"I'm getting the team. What are we doing?" Bucky asks Steve as he pulls on pants, his phone tucked between his shoulder and head.

"I spent the night with Y/N. She's gone. I need her back Buck." Steve says, sounding devastated.

"I'm on my way to get the team. We'll be there in a couple of hours. Try to stay calm. Tony can track her phone." Bucky says as he puts on his shoes.

When Steve hangs up the phone he dresses and looks around your room. There were some clothes in the closet and some books and papers but your phone was gone. He leaves the room calling for Friday to wake Tony.

Walking by the kitchen his heart drops. Your phone is laying on the counter as if you left it as an afterthought. When he gets to the lab, Tony is already pulling up maps and looking for CCTV he can hijack.

"What did you do to our girl, Cap?" Tony asks typing away on his phone without looking up.

"My girl, Stark. She's my girl." Steve says with venom, handing Tony your note.

"I wondered why she was robbing banks,"Tony said with a smirk. The stunned look on Steve's face made him chuckle.

"What are you talking about?" Steve asked pacing around the room.

"Banks all over the city have been reporting money going missing. I thought it was strange so I correlated the data of when her pass was used to leave and enter the building, searched her room while she was out and voila. She was robbing banks. She's perfect for it really." Tony said with a hint of admiration.

Steve's mind was whirling. You had never done anything like this. What the hell was happening.

100 miles away:

You pulled over at a discount store and bought a burner phone. The car you were driving was surprisingly getting you further away than you thought it would. You had been heading south, so you continued on to the west. No patterns to where you turned or where you went.

You made sure to be seen on camera in Western Pennsylvania and pulled out of the parking lot to the west but when you got out of the town you turned south again to West Virginia.

Finding a pickup truck for sale in Wheeling, West Virginia you bought it with cash and ditched your car. You had "borrowed" an ID from a friend so you continued south with the truck in her name the next morning.

You made it to southwest Virginia within 5 days, careful to avoid being seen on cameras. You returned to the house Tony found you in when you had been taken by Hydra.

You had purchased it from the county tax office weeks after you were "rescued" using an account set up for a corporation that didn't exist. Set up by your invisible ass on a bank computer with phony tax numbers and addresses. Let's see Earth's mightiest heroes figure that out. You smiled to yourself. The "corporation" had hired a handyman to fix the place up and get it habitable for the CEO and his wife to use as a retreat.

They would be sending a caretaker to oversee the place. Aka:YOU.

It would make the perfect hideaway. It was also within 10 hours of about 15 cities. Can't rob banks close to home. Friday picked up on patterns like that. And a few days of travel can be good for you. Wouldn't want to get bored.

You check the surrounding area. The security needed to be upgraded but you've got time. The panic room had been built and the handyman sworn to secrecy. Not that you really needed it but ya never know.

You had sent an email to Fury telling him you were going away. Your father's rejection mixed with Natasha's suspicion had worn you down to the point you didn't want to be around the team. You promised to contact him in a few weeks. You could do that from anywhere.

The best part was it was sent from your phone. Tony and Steve would find it. You wondered how long it had taken Tony to figure out the banks. You guessed at least a month.

You knew how everyone would react to the news that you were gone again, and it was partially Natasha's fault.

Clint would remind her of her past

Tony would make a sarcastic comment about how she pushed you out and spend his days and nights in the lab searching for anything he could find.

Bucky would just sigh and go back to looking for you. Calling his girlfriend every few hours to update her even though she didn't know you.

Sam would be the one to point out the bank robbery was a way for you to get money to get away.

Wanda would be sympathetic to you. She knew what it was like to live under suspicion.

Natasha would be pissed that you had run off before she could find out what was going on. She would be defensive of her need to protect the team from you.

But Steve's reaction would be the best part.

His jaw would clench and he would start lecturing her pacing around, calling her Romanoff instead of Natasha or Nat. He would then give her the silent treatment or clipped one word answers to anything she addressed to him.

As you settled into your newly furnished house you laughed out loud. You may not cause another Civil War, but you were damn sure going to give them something to think about. Drama queens, one and all.

You almost wish you had bugged the conference room and Tony's lab. Three years you danced to their tune. Now they could dance to yours. You had fuckery to spread.

[calamitykaty]

Nothing Even Matters

JATP X BTR DAY ONE SUBMISSION 

Word Count: 5330

Summary: Set in 1954 two love stricken teens fight the odds to find love within one another. Pairing is readers choice. No Names. No Y/N. 

A/N: please be kind, this was a big thing that I decided to try. 

Wheat stalks danced around them as the gentle spring wind fluttered in through soft waves. The warm sun brought heat to their bodies as they laid entangled on a soft knit blanket in the middle of the field. Her head laid on his chest while the fingers of his right hand lazily trailed up and down her arm. Every now and then, the wind would blow her long locks of hair his way and for a fleeting moment, his nostrils would be overwhelmed by the sweet scent of lavender and vanilla.

 A lazy smile found its way on his face, his eyes closed softly as the words “I am in love with you” left his lips in a hum, quiet enough that they could have been carried away with the wind. She tilted her head so that her chin was propped up on his chest. Her right hand stretched towards his face, her thumb lightly grazed across his lips, “and I, you, my dear.”

He caught her hand before it could retract and softly kissed her knuckle. She could feel his smile against her soft skin as he turned her hand over and pressed one kiss to her palm. Without hesitation, she pushed against his chest and found herself slightly hovering over him. Her hair fell forward, tickling his cheek before she leaned down and pressed her chapped lips against his. He tucked her hair behind her ear as she pulled back. 

The sun began to set in the distance, the orange light cast her skin in an ethereal glow. She let her body collapse onto his, her head tucked into the crook of his neck. Her eyelashes fluttered against his skin. His left hand twirled a lock of her hair around his fingers as the silence settled between them for a moment, both knowing that their slice of heaven would be coming to an end soon but neither wanting to acknowledge it

“I have to get you home before dark, love.” He murmured, his lips pressed to her forehead. 

“I know,” she sighed.

The breeze sent a shiver down her spine, the coolness of dusk settling in as crickets began to chirp in the distance. She removed herself up from his chest, his hands steadied her as she pushed herself up from the ground. Her hands smoothed over the fabric of her dress, she could imagine what her mother would say if she knew what she had been doing in her Sunday’s best. 

She looked off into the distance while he shook the blanket out and began folding it into a perfect square. He tucked it under his arm and held out her canary yellow cardigan to her. She pulled the cardigan on, the material warm against her cool skin. He reached for her right hand, his palm sliding against hers until their fingers were tangled together. They walked in silence back through the field, following the small trail that had formed over the past year from their frequent meetings. She glanced over at him as they walked. His eyes locked on the path ahead of them, his lips were pulled in a tight line and his shoulders were tense. He never said anything to her but she knew how much he had hated their secret love affair. 

He pulled the passenger side door open on the red Chevy pickup, his hand untangled from hers, and moved to the small of her back as she hoisted herself into the truck. Her hand immediately reached for the crank, turning it in circles to roll the window down. He put the key into the ignition, the truck roared to life, and Miles Davis’ I’ll Remember April flooded through the speakers. 

“I’m sorry…” Her voice broke through the tension. 

“It’s alright, little bird. When I am with you, nothing even matters.” The same twelve words that he always said poured from his lips. The words came to him out of instinct and she knew that he didn’t truly mean them.

They were from different worlds, she was the daughter of a minister and he was the son of a dead-beat. They were never supposed to cross paths, much less fall in love. She turned her attention back to the open window, rolling hills and pastures flew by as the truck rolled down the paved street. Her mind wandered back to the day she met him, it had all been a matter of circumstances, really. 

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The summer air was sticky and humid, she could feel her neatly placed hair start to frizz under as she stood in front of the small white church. Her mother insisted that she wear the canary yellow cardigan with her white dress, despite the fact that it was mid-July and 102 degrees outside. She plastered her best smile on her face while her parents stood on either side of her to get their picture taken for her sixteenth birthday. 

“Momma, can I go now? Laura Jane is expecting me for milkshakes over at pop’s!” She whined impatiently. 

“Go on ahead, then. But you best not spill anything on that dress, little miss.” 

She kissed her mother on the cheek and threw a “bye, daddy!” out as she took off down the pathway to the sidewalk. Her baby blue t-strap heel got caught by the toe on the uneven cement surface and she closed her eyes as she prepared herself for the fall that never came. 

“I got you,” his voice was smooth and his hands a little rough as they caught her forearms. 

She opened her eyes and looked up at the boy through her dark eyelashes, she caught his eyes and smiled. 

“A little soon for you to be falling for me, love.” 

She felt herself blush at his words and couldn’t stop the giggle that erupted from her throat. 

“I’m--” he reached out his right hand to her. 

She shook her head vigorously, “I know who you are, everyone does.” 

His smile dropped at her words and she instantly furrowed her brows as she realized how her words sounded. 

“I didn’t mean anything by that..I-i just meant that you have a reput--” she felt her face heat up as the words seemed to push their own way past her lips until she lifted her left hand to cover her mouth. 

She cleared her throat and let her hand drop back down to her side, “it’s my birthday, do you want to get a milkshake with me at Ruth’s? My treat?”

She ignored the guilt that settled into the back of her mind as she thought about how Laura Jane would be waiting for her in their favorite booth at Pop’s with a strawberry milkshake. 

His white shirt stretched tightly across his chest, the rolled sleeves exposed his biceps. He ran a hand through his slicked-back hair, a strand falling back down onto his forehead. 

“Ruths, huh? You sure you can handle roughing it on my side of town?”

That’s where it started, with a milkshake on the wrong side of town with a boy that everyone said was bad news. It was the first of many times that she stood her friends up for a secret rendezvous in places that no one from her circle would ever dare to step foot in. 

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The truck slowed as they rounded the corner two blocks from her house, the breaks whined as his foot pressed down on the brake pedal until they slowed to a halt. She lifted her head from where it had been resting on the door frame and scooted across the bench seat of the truck until she was tucked into his side, her head resting on his shoulder. His thumb rubbed gentle circles into the fabric covering her hip bone. 

“I just want the world to know how much I love you, little bird. Is that really so bad?” She didn’t miss the way his voice cracked, the state of their relationship had been wearing on him for a while. 

“I want that too, you know that.”

She could feel his chest rise under her hand as he took a deep breath and let it out with a cynical chuckle. “Do you? Because it really doesn’t feel that way when I drop you off two blocks from your house so that you can walk home alone.” 

Her eyes locked onto his side profile, his jaw was locked and she could tell that his eyebrows were pinched together. 

“It won’t be like this forever, I promise.” Just like his twelve rehearsed words, her eight came out with the same insincerity. She had made the same promise to him over and over and over, yet here she sat making them again and knowing that when she got home she would keep the day between them a secret for herself. 

His shoulders slumped as her words washed over him. 

“I want to hold your hand in the hallways and show you off and you just want to hide me away, I...I don’t know how much longer I can do this, little bird.” 

She swallowed the lump that began to make her throat feel tight. They had had this conversion plenty of times since their romance began to blossom the previous summer but it had never gotten to this point. Maybe she was naive for thinking that he would really wait around forever for her while she kept making empty promises to him. 

“Please, please don’t say that. I--I love you.” 

He pulled his arm from around her and tightly gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white from the pressure. He relaxed his grip and flexed his fingers several times before dropping his hands into his lap. 

“I think you should go.” The words left his lips with hesitancy. He hadn’t wanted to say them at all but his heart was aching and he couldn’t bear the thought of her seeing the tears that threatened to make themselves known.

The passenger door of the truck slammed shut and she ignored the way she could feel his eyes on her before his truck was pulling off and she was left on the sidewalk alone. Hot tears gathered behind her eyes, she looked up at the sky, her eyes memorizing the shades of pink and purple that melted together until she felt the tears retreat. She wrapped the cardigan tight around her body, racing the streetlights to her front door. 

Her mother sat on the robin’s egg blue porch swing with a bundle of yarn next to her. The clicking of her mother’s knitting needless halted as her right foot made contact with the first step on the porch. She looked over her shoulder to see the streetlight by the driveway flicker to life. 

“You keep cutting it this close, Junebug, and eventually your daddy is gonna wanna know where you sneak off to after church.” Her mother’s southern drawl called out as the girl rushed into the house, the screen door clattering against the wooden door frame as it swung shut behind her.  

Her face flushed at her mother’s words, wondering just how much her mother actually knew about where she had been and who she had been with. . She slipped the white penny loafers from her feet and let her toes sink into the dusty rose colored carpet. Her left hand glided across the wood paneling of the hallway that led to her bedroom. The wall was lined with photos from her childhood, some in black and white, others in sepia tones. 

She stopped at one family picture, taken on the day of her sixteenth birthday. She was standing in between her mother and father, wearing the same dress that clung to her body now. The small white church was in the background and off to the far left, stood the boy that she loved, he was just a blur and if it hadn’t been for the way that she had memorized every detail about him, she wouldn’t have even noticed his presence in her picture. 

She tore her eyes from the picture as her father walked up behind her and placed his warm hand on her shoulder. 

“That was a great day, Junebug, one of my favorites.” His voice was raspy from the passionate sermon he had delivered earlier in the day. She caught his smile in the reflection of the glass picture frame, causing her own lips to spread across her face. 

“Yeah, daddy..” she hummed out, her eyes lingering on the boy in the leather jacket for a moment longer, “it was the best day.” 

 “You better get yourself cleaned up, your mother’s pot roast will be ready shortly.” He gently squeezed her shoulder and kissed the top of her head. 

She let her eyes linger on the picture for a moment longer while her father retreated down the hallway and towards the dining room. She could hear the clattering on glass plates and tore her attention from the photo, finally making it to her bedroom. 

She placed her white penny loafers onto her the small metal shoe rack that sat just inside of her closet before pulling the cardigan from her shoulders and dropping it into the white linen laundry basket. She pulled a set of red pinstripe pajamas from her chest of drawers, the iron pulls clanked against the mahogany drawer as she pushed it shut. She laid the button-up shirt and pants onto the lilac comforter that covered her bed before making her way back to her door, flicking the light switch off. 

She made it to the dinner table just as her mother was placing the pot roast down onto the crocheted hot pad that would protect the wooden table. Her mother sat at one end of the table while her father sat on the opposite, she found herself sitting between them at the small round table. Her father had the Sunday paper held with both of his hands, his glasses perched on his nose as he read. Her eyes caught the headline on the front of the paper US Performs Atmospheric Nuclear Test Above Bikini Island. She knew better than to say anything about it but she was very much against the idea of nuclear weapons. 

“Put the paper down, dear.” 

Her father looked over the top of the paper and breathed in deep, letting the smell of the pot roast fill his nostrils as he meticulously folded the paper up into its original form and placed it onto the empty spot of the table to his left. 

She let her hands fall into the palms of both her mother and father’s hands, her eyes stayed open and locked on her empty plate as her father said grace. Just like her political views and her secret relationship were a secret, she also wouldn’t dare to utter the words that she didn’t believe in God.

She patiently waited as her father filled his plate up first and then her mother before she handed her plate over to her father and let him pile it with the pot roast, potatoes, and carrots. The pot roast melted on her tongue and filled her body with warmth and comfort. She looked up every now and then and offered a “that’s interesting” or a curt smile as her parents made small talk around the table.  

“You’re being awfully quiet, Junebug.” Her mother remarked. 

She reached for her glass of water and took a long swallow before acknowledging the woman’s prying eyes. 

“Just a lot on my mind, I guess.” 

Her father’s hearty laugh filled the small dining room, “and what is on that mind of yours, dear?”

She turned her attention back to her plate, stabbing a soft carrot with her fork while she conjured up a believable lie. 

 “Nothing important, I have an exam in geometry tomorrow and the pep rally is Friday, we’re working on a new pep rally chant and I am nervous about getting it right.” 

She bit the carrot in half and slowly chewed it, coughing when her mother clapped her hands together giddily. 

“Speaking of the pep rally! The Jacobson's boy still needs an escort, I believe.” By the tone of her mother’s voice, she knew that Robert Jacobson definitely needed an escort to the pep rally and that it was being implied that she would be going as his date. 

“Momma, please don’t tell me you promised them I would be his date.” 

“Well, honey, I don’t see you lining up any prospects for yourself.” 

A silence fell over the table and she knew that there was no getting out of it. She slowly finished her meal and waited for permission to excuse herself from the table. She took her plate to the kitchen and rinsed it off in the sink before heading to her room. She gathered the red pinstripe pajama set from her bed and headed to the bathroom where she let her mind wander to how she was going to tell him that she had an arranged date to the pep rally. 

-----

Chirping birds from outside of her bedroom window pulled her from her slumber. She rubbed the heels of her palms into her sleepy eyes before glancing at the small analog clock that sat on her nightstand. 6:00 am. 

She pulled herself from the bed and readied herself for the day. She cinched a brown belt at her waist over the pale yellow skirt that hit at her shins, a white short-sleeved button up with a peter pan collar tucked into the skirt and a matching yellow cardigan covered her arms. She slipped on a pair of white and brown saddle shoes over her frilly socks and let her brown leather satchel hang off of her left shoulder. 

“Bye Momma, bye Daddy!” She hollered as she ran out of the house, the screen door slamming shut behind her. She could hear her mother yell at her from the living room about the slamming door but paid no mind as her feet slapped against the sidewalk. 

Her heart sank as she made it to their usual spot, two blocks away, and didn’t see his red truck sitting on the side of the road waiting for her. She glanced down at the thin gold watch that adorned her wrist and frowned, she wouldn’t have time to wait to see if he showed up. She trudged herself back a block and stood at the stop sign as the yellow bus approached her. The bus driver pushed on the metal handle allowing the doors to open and she clambered onto the bus with the group of teens that stood at the bus stop with her. She set herself in the front seat behind the drive and pulled her bag into her lap. Her head rested on the cold window and her eyes stared at the passing pavement as the bus moved from stop to stop. The bus was filled with loud chatter and she was sure that the girl sitting next to her had said something to her but her mind was preoccupied with the boy that hadn’t shown up for her.

Her eyes caught his red truck sitting in the parking lot as the bus pulled up to the school and she felt her heart sink even further knowing that he hadn’t simply skipped school but rather chose to skip picking her up instead. 

She pulled herself from the brown leather seat and piled out of the bus, a string of apologies flying from her mouth as she pushed through the crowd. Her heart raced as she approached her locker and found the boy leaning against it, his head tilted back as his eyes studied the ceiling tiles. He pushed himself forward as she stood in front of him, his fingers brushed against hers for a moment before he shoved his hands into his pockets. She hesitantly met his eyes as her left hand twirled the combination lock, stopping at the correct numbers from muscle memory. 

“I have to tell you something.” She said, her words just above a whisper. 

She watched as his eyes shifted from hers to the hallway, “later,” he breathed out just as quietly. She followed his eyes to the two approaching girls. She felt the guilt settle into her bones and opened her mouth to utter another apology only to find that he had already disappeared down the hallway. 

She turned her attention back to her locker and grabbed her textbook for her history class. 

"Were you just chatting it up with--"

"We have a science project to do together." She cut Marie off and slammed her locker shut before turning around to face the two girls, the textbook cradled to her chest. 

"I heard a rumor that you're going to the pep rally with none other than the golden boy, Robert Jacobson." Laura Jane gushed. 

"And where did you hear that from?" She asked absentmindedly.

Marie and Laura Jane shared a glance before going down the line of where the rumor started.

"Tommy Brennan said he heard it from Jessica Adams and she heard it from Richard Dean who said that Robert Jacobson told him himself." 

"So?" Marie quizzed, "is it true?"

The three girls walked down the labyrinth of hallways and she pursed her lips as she peered into a classroom where the leather jacket-clad boy sat at a desk, his fingers drumming against the wooden surface.

She thought about how his heart would break seeing her with another boy. 

"No," she said finally, "it's not true." 

She quickly darted into Mr. Zimmerman’s classroom and slid into her assigned seat before the two girls could further interrogate her.

Six hours slowly ticked by and she felt her stomach turn to knots when the last bell rang. She stopped by her locker to drop off her textbooks before she joined the flood of students that poured out of the brick building. She looked to the left at the school bus that would take her home before looking to the right at the red truck that sat waiting in the parking lot. She could see the boy sitting in the driver's seat staring her way. She glanced back at the school bus before her feet starting closing the distance between her and the truck. 

She pulled on the chrome handle of the passenger side door and slid into the passenger seat before dropping her satchel at her feet. 

“I heard the rumors.” He all but snarled. 

She slid across the seat and placed her left hand on his knee, “that’s all they are, just rumors.” 

The tension in his body eased at her reassurance. He dropped his right hand from the steering wheel and let it fall on top of hers. His thumb ran over the top of her knuckles before he turned her hand over and slid his palm against hers. 

“Can we talk about last night?” He asked, his voice more vulnerable than she had ever heard before. 

“Yeah,” she breathed out, “I think we should.” 

He gently squeezed her hand and slightly turned his body so that he was facing her. 

“I’m...I’m scared that I won’t be strong enough to withstand all of the talk if everyone knew about us” She felt her bottom lip quiver as she forced herself to be honest with him about her insecurities. 

He lifted his left hand to her face and softly caressed her cheek.

“I feel like we’ve built this wall that surrounds us and I know that you’re scared but no amount of judgment is ever going to knock that wall down, little bird. I love you more than, well, anything.”

His fingers softly pressed into the nape of her neck as he pulled her face towards his. Their lips moved together in sync before he pulled away and pressed his forehead to hers. His breath fanned across her face as he whispered the words into the space between them, “everything will be alright, little bird. Nothing even matters, but you and I.” 

“Okay.” She pressed her lips against his for a brief moment. “Drive me home?” 

“Anything for you, little bird.” 

She scooted over to the passenger seat and rested her against the door frame as the truck roared to life. She quietly sang along to Frank Sinatra’s Young at Heart as he drove the familiar streets towards her house. 

Without a word, he pulled up to the curb two blocks from her house and unbuckled his seat belt. He pulled her lips to his and murmured “see you tomorrow, little bird.” 

The words were enough for her to know that they were okay. She pressed three more chaste kisses to his lips before she grabbed her satchel from the floorboard and hopped out of the truck. She adjusted her skirt and slung the satchel over her shoulder before taking off down the sidewalk with an extra skip in her step. 

------

The smile dropped from her face when she entered the living room to find her mother and father sitting on the couch with their arms crossed and firm looks on their faces. Her father crossed the room and turned off the radio that was quietly humming. 

“We need to have a discussion about your recent activities, young lady!” Her mother said sternly while her father gestured for her to have a seat in the chair adjacent to the couch. She let her satchel fall to the floor and quickly took a seat. 

“Imagine my surprise when Mrs.Jackson told me she saw my daughter! The preacher's daughter shacking up in the school parking lot with that boy!” Her hands trembled in her lap and tears began to well up in her eyes as her father’s voice boomed out. 

“Daddy, I..I can...it wasn’t.” She stuttered out between gulping breaths. 

“I don’t want to hear a word out of you!” Her father fulminated. 

She looked over at her mother who hadn’t said a single word yet, her eyes pleading with her mother to de-escalate the situation. 

Her mother pursed her lips and uncrossed her arms. She pointed towards the hallway and narrowed her eyes at the girl, “you are to go straight to your room where you will spend the remainder of the night. You are to go to school and come straight home until you have deemed yourself to be trustworthy again and you can forget going to the pep rally on Friday, do you understand me?”

“Momma, please!” She sobbed, the tears ran down her cheeks faster than her hands could wipe them away. 

She flinched as her father’s voice thundered out for her to go to her room. She scurried out of the chair and ran to her room where she threw herself onto the lilac comforter, her face buried into the white pillow as her body shook with sobs. 

Her breathing evened out as dusk fell across the town and the cicadas began clicking outside of her window. She could hear the floors creak as her parents made their way to their bedroom. She waited for the sound of distant snores before she pulled herself up from her bed and quietly trekked through the house until she reached the kitchen where the black rotary phone sat on a small table. 

The finger wheel slowly clicked as she dialed the number that she had memorized by heart, the phone pressed to her ear while she silently prayed for him to answer the phone. 

“Hello?”

A sigh of relief escaped her lips a the sound of his voice, “hey…”

“Little bird?” 

“Yeah”

“Are you okay?”

“Little bird?” He asked again after her silence fell through the speaker. 

“They know..” she finally said. 

He stayed silent as he waited for her to elaborate. 

‘They know about us and it wasn’t good.”

“Hey,” his voice soothed, “remember what I told you, yeah?”

“Nothing even matters but you and I.” She recited, her lips tugged up at the corners despite her best efforts. 

“Do you want to go to our place tomorrow?” 

“No,” she smiled, “pick me up for school tomorrow? I wanna hold your hand in the hallways?”

“Okay...yeah, okay.” He berated out and she could hear the smile in his voice. 

-------

The following morning was tense as she got ready for school. She could feel the uneasy air in the home as she meandered back and forth from her room before she grabbed her satchel and quietly bid her parents goodbye. She made sure to hold the screen door and let it gently close without even a hint of a thud against the doorframe. 

Her face lit up with a smile when she reached the last step on the porch and looked up to find her favorite red truck parked at her mailbox. She ran across the yard and quickly took her place in the passenger seat. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and let her eyes linger on the living room window of her house where she could see her parents watching her. 

“Ready?”

She tore her attention from the window and smiled over at the boy, “yeah, let’s give them something to talk about.” 

She felt the butterflies flutter around her stomach as they drove to school in silence, her left hand entangled with his. Her heart raced as they pulled into the parking lot and she knew that he could feel how clammy her hand was getting in his. 

‘We don’t have to do this, ya know that?”

She stared into his eyes and the way that he looked at her with total admiration and love. She shook her head and silently got out of the truck. He followed suit and hesitantly stood next to her.

“They can talk, say what they want about us...and nothing even matters.”  She looked up at him and wrapped her arms around his waist while his right arm hung over her shoulders. The pair clung to each other as they walked across the parking lot. She ignored the staring eyes and the hushed whispers because he was hers and she was his and nothing else mattered.

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[the-beskar-alchemist]

Alright....*cracks knuckles*.....I have things to SAY 

- Okay Din having the baby help him fix a part of the ship he can't reach? That's fitting honestly. He's tiny, he can crawl into the area Din needs to reach, but can't because they're still in space and he can't very well access the particular spot from outside (I'm assuming it's one of those areas only accessible via a hatch from the roof or something). - Also......OMG THE BABY HELPING DIN AND DIN BEING SO PATIENT HE'S SUCH A DAD - I have to wonder about the baby's pain threshold, he seemed only mildly inconvenienced from getting electrocuted (and for some reason I kept thinking about Tito from Oliver and Company fucking around with the wiring in the limo and getting shocked) - CHIN ACTION CHIN ACTION CHIN ACTION......(I truly do NOT understand the fuss over it being Pedro VS Brenden Wayne in the suit, does it really matter???? You're only seeing his chin, not his whole face, calm down) - Din honey broth/soup can only take you so far, TRUST ME, you can't make meals off of flavored liquid, you'll just be hungry again an hour later. It's NO WONDER that kid kept inhaling the eggs lol......BUT....at the same time it's only logical that Din's resources are stuff that's easily frozen/stored and can just be heated without any prep work.  The stuff the baby seems to crave tends to be things that would require a way to preserve/store large amounts of food and the Crest isn't built for that sort of thing (I'm thinking about making a slight analysis post about the ship at some point) - The fact that the old covert hideout is empty (save for black-market dealers) tells me that the Armorer is long gone and it's unlikely that anyone would know where she went (I noticed people bringing this up, that neither Cara/Greef checked on her), let's be real: They probably thought it wasn't their place to go poking around a Mandalorian covert just because they're friends with one of them, ESPECIALLY if the mutual friend isn't even around to vouch for their presence - Even though G*na has ruined any chance of me enjoying her as a person, I still appreciate her character as a separate thing. She continues to be badass, and I loved the fighting techniques she implemented in the sewers. - Yeah that crest is sputtering like an old beat-up pickup truck, just barely running - I really love that Karga spoke in such an affectionate manner to the baby. I know that Din tries to talk to him, but the way he does it is reminiscent of two adults talking. Karga actually talks to the baby like he's a child, no baby-talk but definitely with a higher pitch in his voice (the equivalent of the customer-service voice when you think about it) - SOMETHING FISHY ABOUT BEADY-EYED ALIEN DUDE. NO ME GUSTA - ONE OF THE SCHOOL CHILDREN REALLY DOES LOOK LIKE LITTLE REY - I felt like Din was experiencing separation-anxiety about leaving the baby, but I also feel like part of his hesitancy was an immediate reaction to the children whispering and laughing at the baby. I'm sure they weren't trying to appear cruel or anything, but it makes me wonder if he was having a minor flashback of having an experience like that and how it affected him - YODITO YOU PRECIOUS LITTLE SHIT YOU CAN'T JUST TAKE SOMEONE ELSES FOOD - I truly don't think that Karga/Cara see Din as anything less than a good friend, but I really wish they wouldn't treat him like his presence is only valid so long as he's helpful (LET THE MAN TAKE A BREAK) - WHY DOES THE IMPERIAL BASE LOOK LIKE THE PORT FOR A CABLE ON A CPU?? - I really don't like G*na's approach to acting where she thinks she has to sound as tough as possible in order to make her character more appealing/stronger - There are two separate comparison discussions you can take from the infiltration scenes: 1) It's a contrast to S1E6 where Din infiltrates a prison ship with the mercenaries and he's forced to follow their lead, OR 2) Din was awkwardly following the other Mandalorian's in the last episode, but with Karga/Cara he's confidant and even takes the lead - Imperial architecture be like: OSHA???? NEVER HEARD OF HER - I think it's important to note that, while Din is ready and willing to hunt down the Mythrol again if necessary without remorse, he still thought of him enough to keep him from falling down the lava shaft - Din's "I don't like this" had me in my feels a bit, usually he's so nonchalant in trying to act like nothing bothers him but he felt comfortable enough to express his unease in front of his friends - Okay the fact that they're vaguely referencing midi-chlorians, and it looks like this lab is a branch in Palpatine's cloning scheme, makes it seem like they're starting to tie into the movie franchise, but not outright.....it's a "just the tip" situation it seems. I'd honestly prefer they didn't delve to far into the movie canon, I feel the show will lose it's heart if they do. - Pershing mentioned "the volunteer", which has me curious about the kind of person that would allow themselves to be tested for what Gideon has planned. It's possible we're getting another major/unique character in the works.  Pershing could've just referenced test subjects in general, but he mentioned a specific one, so that has me wondering what other players are on the board. - That whole chase scene was nerve-wracking - DIN TO THE RESCUE DIN TO THE RESCUE - OMG THE BABY WAVING HIS ARMS LIKE HE'S ON A ROLLERCOASTER - DIN BABY YOU MAKE FLYING THE CREST LOOK SO SEXY - Din was all "Look what I did! Did you see that???" wanting to show off to the baby.....and then baby went BLEEEEEEGH.......AND THEN DIN WIPED IT WITH HIS CAPE???? He's such a DAD - The scene with Cara and officer talking about her losses was kind of emotional. G*na's acting is so wooden, it was honestly a combination of the music and the other actor's performance that seemed to get me, but more importantly its the fact that Cara is such a 3-dimensional character, that has so much potential, but she's being made superficial because of the portrayal - Also......she says she's not a "joiner", but she's eyeing that badge very closely, like she's contemplating a career switch. Perhaps there's a chance we may get revenge-driven Cara joining the New Republic in the future? - I'm glad they didn't actually show where the device is planted, it really adds to the suspense, I prefer a little mystery over having too much explained - Moff Gideon standing amongst the dark troopers like Saruman in the basement of Isengard where they bred the Uruk-hai army in LotR, this guy is pulling out all the stops to be ready to take on a singular Mandalorian and his friends. Does he think that Din will get Mandalorian reinforcements and therefore he needs the numbers? Are they stormtroopers or some form of droids, like the battle droids in S1? They're build kind of "human", and the attendees were using blasts of cold air like what would be used in a cryo-chamber, but what if they're not human? What if they are humanoids? Cyborgs? - It's interesting to think about what types of vessels/hosts Gideon would rely on for midi-chlorian testing. Obviously not just anyone can handle the transfusion, so would he require modifications to some extent to make the host more susceptible? Until next time!!!

[cowboyified]

Below are some WIPs I’m releasing into the wild. They were all written at different times over the past two years so any mistakes/cliches you can blame on past June, I don’t know them. 

Go, be free.

This first one I think is the one I’m most fond of. I had such a vision for it; bottlecaps in trees, river swimming, making out against the fridge, all that good stuff you get with weecest. 

The summer Sam is seventeen they stay in one place for long enough Dean starts referring to it as ‘home’. 

It’s an old farmhouse, miles from any other structure, bar an outhouse and hay shed. There’s a porch running the length of the front and back, the wooden boards pulled up from their nails, wavy with the weather. Weatherboard paint peeling, wallpaper inside torn and missing in most places. 

They’re squatting, technically. The property owned by a family saved by hunters once, friends of friends of Bobby’s, too distraught by what they’d witnessed to raise their kids on cursed land. Dean had told Sam that Dad had been told by Bobby that had been told by Pastor Jim that it was chupacabras. A whole pack of ‘em, feeding off the lambs in the back paddock, tried to take a bite out of the baby girl and Sam had said, “As if man, those things are tiny, I’ve seen pictures, you could kick one and it would limp away like a fucking chihuaha, you scared of chihuahas, huh, Dean?” But Sam still hikes his sheet up under his chin when he hears scuffling under their window between sleep. 

There’s remnants of the house’s past inhabitants still scattered around the place. Sam had stood and slid two inches on the wheels of a tiny replica car that had been jammed under the couch the second day they arrived, piffed it at his brother’s head, who’d caught it, exclaimed that it was Camero, dude, treat her with some respect and had sat it on top of the fridge. 

The bookshelf in the corner of their shared bedroom holds mostly dust and tattered occult books stolen from libraries from all over the country, left by hunters who have found what they’ve needed and moved on. There are a few of the worst Stephen King novels shoved haphazardly on the top shelf and Sam finds something funny in that, the irony in enjoying bad horror when the real deal lurks behind the screen door. 

Dean gives him a look when Sam pulls down and cracks open a copy of The Tommyknockers, snorts, “Haven’t you read that one already?” and Sam says, tucking himself into bed, “Yeah, it fucking sucks, King was royally off his head while writing it, that’s why it’s so good.” Sam finishes three quarters of it in one sitting while listening to Dean’s quiet snores from the other side of the room. 

It’s a ten minute drive to the closest town, an off the highway, invisible to the outside world, kind of one-street community. No reason to take the exit if you don’t already know it’s there, one store, one gas station, one bar in an old brick post office building, unfitting, the carpet pulled up at the corners but home to the best fries Sam has ever had in his life. 

Sam follows Dean out to the courtyard, neither of them are legally old enough to drink but there’s nothing else to do but to get respectably drunk in a place like this, anyone that has lived long enough in the true country is some kind of functioning alcoholic, so Dean orders a beer and isn’t asked for ID. In a town small enough for everyone to know every intricate detail in the threads of dirty laundry, they are foreigners. No one knows where they’re from or where they’re going and Sam knows that Dean likes it that way.

It’s never been a secret that Sam prefers to feel like he has a part in everyday normalcy. Dean thrives under anonymity, gets a kick out of it because it makes him feel dangerous. He had stopped accompanying Sam to school two states ago, a silent agreement with their father when Dean had come home early and helped John cut splits into the tips of bullets instead. Like hell I’m signing up for compulsory extra curricular activities. What’s the point in making friends with people whose biggest concerns are the answers to whatever bullshit test and who fucked who last Friday? 

Finding comfort in a nine-to-five kind of community is a flaw Sam’s been burdened to deal with. 

It’s early afternoon, the courtyard is empty and the table they chose rocks on its legs every time Dean slides his drink over for Sam to share. It’s bitter and Sam hasn’t had enough beer in his life to know if it’s supposed to be like that or if it has just soured from the long journey it took to get from the brewery to their glass. He drinks it and doesn’t grimace because his brother is looking at him through the rays of warm country sun. 

“Tastes like piss, huh,” Dean says, leaning forward out of the light so Sam can see him clearly again. He takes back the glass. 

“S’not that bad,” Sam replies, rubbing the leftover condensation into his hand, doesn’t look at Dean, finds it hard these days, twists in his gut all wrong. Sam knows why. 

His brother hums, “There’s gotta be something else to do around here.”

Sam thinks, Dad’s left the car, we can go wherever we want, but doesn’t say it because his brother is loyal to a disastrous fault. 

That’s a recurring thought. Sam in the shotgun seat, his brother behind the wheel, driving away. Just away, to someplace else and they’d be okay because they’d have each other and all Sam ever needs is his brother, like water. But John will be back in two weeks, term starts again in a month and he needs his father to sign the enrollment forms. Two more years. 

“You see the old dredge outside of town?” Sam asks, remembers passing it when they arrived, all twisted, rusting metal, the bones of it against the setting sun.

“What did I tell you about respecting your elders?”

“You told me that they all smell like porridge and are easily susceptible to sleight of hand. No, Dean, Dredge,” Sam stresses. “Big rusty old machine that pulls minerals out of water.”

“Looking to strike big, Sammy?”

“Yeah, you see, my family is poor, brother at home too dumb to get a job. Our father went to get milk and never came back,” Sam sniffs for effect. “I can’t go home empty handed again, sir.” 

“Ah, a real sob story,” Dean nods in understanding, tips his head back and finishes the beer. “Let’s get out there then, sonny. We shan't let that simpleton, downright fool of a brother go hungry.” Dean jabs Sam in the ribs when he stands, hard enough for him to gasp, gets Sam’s head under his arm before he can recover. Sam claws embarrassingly at his brother’s torso, face pressed warm into the side of Dean’s waist. 

“I will pray for us young Samuel, for I too, dream of riches,” his brother is exclaiming, tripping them out and onto the street. “I only ask that we share whatever bounty dredged as I saw the most exquisite pony a few miles back and I simply must have it.”

And Sam thinks - with his flushed cheek hard against Dean’s skin through the thin sweaty fabric of his shirt, heart beating too fast against his ribs in a way that has nothing to do with exhaustion - you can have it all. 

---

Sam’s brother’s perpetual state of being is ten miles over the speed limit; this can be applied to almost every aspect of him. Dean goes and goes and rarely stops. They’re pushing double that out of town, north of their property, into the forever stretch of flat land and Sam loses himself in it. That idea of away, of going and going and that Dean could take him because he’s an expert in the field. 

The Impala blasts Born To Be Wild and Sam imagines the lyrics spreading out over the dry grass. He rolls the window down and throws his head out, trying his best to keep his eyes open against the road’s wind. The sun beats down, warmth soaking through and into his bones and Sam laughs as the cattle turn to catch a glimpse of them soaring. 

Dean pulls him in, tugs at the back of his shirt, says something along the lines of, what are you, a dog? Should get you a shock collar for all the times you’re a little bitch, but Sam can’t hear him over the roaring of the open window and the look of transparent glee on Dean’s face, it’s loud and assaulting and Sam has to turn away because seeing Dean like that wobbles him dangerously from the nonchalant facade he has going on in relation to how he feels about his brother. But mostly his face hurts from smiling too wide.

Used as a warm up last year. Boyking!Sam

He thinks he’s in Louisiana, maybe. That he got here in the tray of a pickup and that he couldn’t feel the wind in his hair like maybe he should. The driver had stopped for a piss-break and Sam had snapped his neck without his hands.

He rubs them together now, tries to feel guilty but there’s nothing to feel guilty about because his hands are clean; he doesn’t have to use them anymore. 

Sam thinks he’s in Louisiana because he stepped out of the truck and into a wet kind of heat. There’s a church with thick greenery growing over the roof and white wood that’s been mold-blackened by the humidity. He laughs to the darkness because it's very funny to him that he’s driven himself subconsciously to a place of grace. 

He skips up the steps, two at a time, gleefully. The smell of the bayou and rotting wood has put him in a good mood. The lock snaps when he blinks, the chain unraveling and snaking into a coil at his feet. The doors open for him and maybe he did that with his mind too, or maybe they were just expecting him. 

The church has been used recently, its interior better kept than the outside, bibles tucked neatly in the backs of pews, ribbons tied into plaits. The white of the moon falls in blankets through the windows, shadows of leaves moving over the floor like rippling water and the bust of Mother Mary prays for him at the altar. 

Sam spreads his arms and addresses her, says to the room at large, “Shall I repent for my sins, oh Lord?” and it echoes, gives him goosebumps, a current under his skin. He has an audience here because God is omnipresent, this is a place of worship and Sam has always been good at that. 

A church in Louisiana, standing before a plaster of his mother’s namesake in a church for a God he used to think could have some defying factor in a destiny that was always going to be concrete. It’s funny, blatantly. Sam puts his hands gently to Mary’s cold face, kisses her on her lips before crushing her head, spraying ceramic. 

Sam stands behind the lectern, hands red with his own blood now, sticking the pages of the Good Book. He’s read it before anyway. 

“Am I to be forgiven?” 

Last is a casefic I had planned out in 2019. I didn’t get very far into the actual writing part of it, but I still think the setting is cool, less so the plot I had in mind. 

Just outside of Bridgeport, Connecticut there’s a community built on a sandbar. A small secluded semi-island, connected to the mainland by a mile-long beachfront. A town of forty to fifty now abandoned, vandalised residences.

The police find the bodies of the boys there, bleeding out and into the sand, each other’s skin caught under their fingernails. 

Sam watches as his brother pulls the sheet back from one of the corpses, laying blue on the steel morgue tray. He’s a kid, a boy, not even eighteen. Hairless, lanky, multiple stab wounds puckered around his belly and Sam thinks he does not look peaceful for someone who is meant to be at rest. 

Dean is quieter than usual, his body language stiff. They’ve seen their fair share of dead kids but Sam thinks that this one might look a little too much like an adolescent version of himself. Shaggy brown hair, too long limbs, college on the horizon. Sam blankets the sheet back over the boy’s face and hears his brother exhale in what he thinks might be relief.

The coroner tells them that the other two are the same, besides the youngest one. He’d been blinded, thumbs pushed through his eyes until they popped like grapes. He asks if they want to see him too and Sam says no, thank you, we’ve got what we need.

Which is a whole lot of nothing, but they’ve only just arrived and there’s evidence that doesn’t involve corpses that needs to be checked.

“Pussied out in there huh, Sammy?” Dean says as they’re walking down the funeral home’s front steps, past the manicured roses and trimmed lawn. You see these perfect hedges? We’ll treat your dead mother with the same detailed care!

Sam pulls at his tie and scoffs because he knows he wasn’t the only one uncomfortable standing in the morgue; cases that involve kids always rub them both wrong.

[ottosuricatoblog]

"Why are you drunk?"

@everyhowlmarksthedead asked: *entra despacito sin que nadie la vea*. HELLO THEEEEEEEERE. We're back to the english territory, and I came para dar por culo like every day de mi vida, la verdad, ¿qué decir? Es un don. Okay, okay, a ver, hermana. Can you pretty please mix this two prompts like ron con coca cola? ✨ 71. “Yuw butiful”. “Are you drunk?” aaaaaaand 55. “What are you doing?” “Learning to cook, for you”. Venga va, que me voy a echar unas laughs 😏😂 espera que quedan pocos caracteres para llegar al limite y ya llegué.

@gbaby-28 asked: Can I get a prompt 71 and 4 😄 anyway you want it to go I’m down for it all love your stories.

Prompts:

4: “Where the fuck is my shirt?”

55: “What are you doing?” “Learning to cook, for you”.

71: “Yuw butiful”. “Are you drunk?”

Author: Hey there! So since this requests had one prompt in common I've decided to put them together. I'm certain this is far from the best thing I've written but it's what came out. Sorry if it isn't what you were expecting.

Words: 700

Warnings: language

You hear a car stoping at your entrance and you're surprised to learn that is the Teller Morrow pickup truck. Tig gets out and waves at you, helping Chibs to get out of the vehicle. You walk towards them, suspiciously. Normally, Chibs would just return home on his bike.

"Hey, Y/N." Tig says.

Chibs lights up when he hears your name. "Y/N! That's my old lady, Tiggy." He says with a plastered voice. He turns and he sees you standing at your door. "Love!" He continues, walking towards you. "Yuw butiful." He says when he gets close to you, trying to caress your face but missing and caressing your shoulder.

"Filip, are you drunk?" You ask and he shrugs. "Why are you drunk?" You rephrase.

"The Mayans brought some Tequila. Strong shit." Tig explains. "I didn't drink 'cause tequila and I don't make a good couple. I couldn't let him ride like this."

"Yeah, thanks for bringing him." You answer. "Why did he have to drink the Tequila, though? It's 6 in the evening for fuck's sake." You know Chibs likes his whiskey, but you can count with the fingers on one hand the times you've seen him this drunk.

"The things is, Mayans said we wouldn't be able to drink the bottle. Jax and Chibs drank it on their own, to make a point. Jax is far worse, at least Chibs can stand." Tig answers.

"You men are fucking idiots, you know that?" You ask, exasperated.

Tig smiles. "Can't say you're wrong, darlin'."

While you were talking to Tig, Chibs has sat down on the entrance floor and is currently sleeping.

Tig helps you to take your man to bed, since he's too big for you to do it alone. He passes out as soon as he touches the mattress.

"Thanks, Tiggy." You say, kissing his cheek. "Kick those Mayans' ass for me, will ya?"

He laughs. "Consider it done."

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You wake up to loud sounds coming from your kitchen. You spin on the bed, not feeling your man with you. You see the medicines' drawer open, probably Chibs has attacked it to treat his hangover.

You get up and go to the kitchen. You find Chibs cooking some stuff, wearing only his boxers. He's a fair cook, but he only knows how to cook a couple things. You approach him and hug him, your chest to his back and your head on his shoulder.

"Morning, love." He says, turning his head to smile at you.

"Morning, baby." You answer. "What are you doing?"

"Learning to cook for ye." He smiles. "I'm making your favorite."

"You didn't have to, Filip." You say, caressing his back.

He finishes what he's doing and turns around, taking you in his arms.

"I know." He says, pecking your lips. "But I want to." He kisses you again. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I don't remember how I got home, but I haven't seen my bike outside, so I'm guessing someone drove me."

"Yeah, Tig did." You answer. "Don't drink that much again, okay Filip? I know you did it to make a point to the Mayans but I didn't like to see you like that."

"Aye, love." He whispers. "Won't happen again, I promise."

You kiss him again, and he takes your face between his hands. You caress his shirtless chest.

"I'm gonna finish this, aye?" He asks.

"Okay, baby." You say, clapping his ass.

You go the bedroom to put on some clothes. You open the dresser to find one of your man's shirts and come back to the kitchen.

Chibs prepares the table with breakfast, and calls for you.

"Hey, Y/N." He asks. "Do you know where the fuck is my shirt?"

You enter the kitchen. "Which one?"

"That one." He smiles and brings you closer. "What I am gonna do with ye? You steal all my shirts."

"Do I?" You ask innocently. "And what are you gonna do about it, Telford?" You smirk.

"Oh I have a few ideas." He says, kissing you passionately.

Taglist: @everyhowlmarksthedead @chibsytelford @bigcreatorwombatdreamer @destynelseclipsa anyone else wants to be added, please just let me know❤❤

[soaronmywings]

Princess of SAMCRO (Juice x Reader)

“Jaxy!” You whine from the leather black couch in the living room of your mother’s house. You’re Jax’s sister, Gemma’s only daughter and the princess of the SAMCRO. Gemma has been raising you after her own heart, teaching you not to take any shit from anyone, especially the boys in the club. You’re about 4 years younger than Jax, which meant you barely got to know your father, John Teller. He still haunts your memories, his bike crashing into the semi when you were a little girl. You were 12 when he passed, and he was even coming to get you from school. It was a special day for you since you almost never got to ride with dad on his bike. It was when Opie’s dad Piney came up on his bike, you knew something was wrong. You could see Piney holding back tears as he dropped down on one knee, opening his arms welcoming you in. He was the one who broke the news to you. You were heartbroken and all you wanted was your mom and Jaxy. Now, you’re 26 and have Jax wrapped around your little finger, and you keep that boy in line as best as you can “What do you want princess?” He exasperated, crossing his arms, looking down at you with a warm smile. You were the princess, and everyone treated you like one. “Can we go for a ride of your bike?” You looked up and him a big smile on your face. You begged Jax to let you get your own bike, he just repeats every time “I won’t let you taint such a pretty thing with pink like we all know you will”, you wanted to be apart of the club, but the whole no girls rule held you back from it, and Jax would never let you go in the line of danger. “Alright I guess.” He says, defeat in his voice. He could never say no to you. You were his weak spot in the metal armour, he always kept you heavily protected, always made sure at least one person was with you at all times. It usually consisted of Opie, Happy, Tig, Juice, or Chibs. Jax wouldn’t trust anyone else with his baby sister. “Yay!” You jumped up into his arms. “And Jaxy?” You take his hands into yours with a pouty face. “Can I please get my own bike?” You looked up at him with a puppy dog face, just begging him to let you fit in a little bit with the guys. “That’s up to mom Y/N.” He shook his head at how ridiculous his sister was acting. You smiled, letting go of Jax’s hands before heading to the garage to get your helmet. Jax bought you one since you’ve been begging him to take you around so much. “Oh!” A lightbulb just went off in your head. “We should go visit the club!” You said with a grin and you picked up your helmet, turning around to face your brother. “If you say so.” Jax ruffles your hair before exiting the garage. That made you grumpy and you tried to fix your hair without a mirror. Jax just threw his leg over his bike laughing at how vain his sister is. God is she beautiful. He thought to himself, see his mother in her. Jax neglected to put his own helmet on, and Gemma Teller was on top of it. “You better put your helmet on boy.” She hollered at him from the from door as she leaned into the door jam. Jax shook his head smiling as he reached behind him to get him helmet. “I’m 30 mom, I think I got this.” He says with a shit eaten grin on his face as he strapped in on underneath his chin. Gemma went back inside, but not before blowing a kiss to her daughter. “Bye mom!” You yelled into the house. You walked over to Jax who was on his bike. You strapped your helmet on just as Jax started the bike, revving the engine. You throw your leg over the bike, feeling the vibrations go through your bones which gets your adrenaline pumping. You grab onto Jax’s leather kutte loosely, loving the freeing feeling. -Something happens at around 92 miles an hour - thunder-headers drown out all sound, engine vibrations travels at a heart’s rate, field of vision funnels into the immediate and suddenly you’re not on the road, you’re in it. A part of it. Traffic, scenery, cops - just cardboard cutouts blowing over as you past. Sometimes I forget the rush of that.- Jax pulled up to the club, backing into the first spot in the rows of bikes. You take your helmet off, leaping off the bike before Jax even turns it off. The boys just got back home from a very long run, to Las Vegas, and you missed all of your boy.! “Ope!” You beamed as you leaped into the big bears arms. He’s basically a second brother to you, and you loved him and his kids were amazing. “Hey there shorty.” Opie smiled. Jax stayed back, lighting up one of his cancer sticks that you hate. You wished that he would just stop smoking. You still want a brother in 20 years, but he can’t get that through his thick skull. You said your hellos to everyone else, having drinks with everyone catching up and laughing like you haven’t seen each other in 10 years. The last one was Juice, who you didn’t see in the clubhouse. He must be in his dorm. “I gotta go pee.” You blurt out before hopping off of the bar counter and down the long hallway that holds all the dorms. At the very end, you even have your own dorm. Because when it comes to lockdowns, you’re the first one to be brought here. The third door on the left. You repeat in your head. Being one of Jax’s watchdogs, Juice and you have become very, fond, of each other. Even though it breaks one of Jax’s forsaken rules, you’ve started to fall for Juicey. You give a light knock on the door before slowly opening it. “Juice?” Your voice is barely a whisper. You’re so nervous, and you can’t place why. “Hey, Y/N.” Juice greets you and he appears from the bathroom, a towel around his waist and hot water dripping all over his built chest. You close the door behind you, locking it. You rush over to Juice pressing your lips to his. Juice melts into the kiss, his hands resting on your waist. You press your forehead to his with a big smile spread across your face. He’s made you the happiest girl ever, even if your relationship is kept a secret, and Juice could tell. “I missed you baby.” He whispers before kissing your nose. “I missed you too Juicey.” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “What was your excuse this time?” He asks you looking into your eyes. You giggled thinking about it. “I just kinda.. Blurted out that I had to pee.” You giggled out. Juice started laughing at you. “You might be the most blunt girl I’ve ever met.” He says and kisses behind your ear which is your sweet spot. You bite your lip smiling. “I actually do have to pee, but then I should get back out there before someone starts getting suspicious.” You softly kiss his lips one more time before going into his bathroom shutting the door, sitting down on the toilet to pee. Once you finished doing your thing, washed your hands and walked out. Juice now had a pair of jeans on but no shirt. You make your way over to him, kissing his forehead. “You should go out first, then I’ll come out in a minute or two.” Juice gives you a big hug and a final kiss behind the ear. You nod, sighing. You honestly hate keeping this a secret. But you knew that if Jax found out that he would probably kill Juice. You looked down at his back chest, finger tracing over his tattoos before unlocking the door and walking back towards the boys. You sit down next to Chibs, laying your head on his shoulder. “You need to let yer brother know lass.” He says, with lots of consideration in his voice. You just nod, trying to get yourself back into the mood. You took one of the shots that was sitting on the table and down it, the alcohol burning your throats but you love it anyways. Juice comes out, with a plain black shirt on and his leather kutte lying on top. You don’t know how, but over time, Chibs eventually found out about your secret relationship with Juice, but you both knew he would never spill the beans about it, that was your job, not his. You all sat and drank, some of you playing pool, for a few hours before Jax cleared his throat to speak. “Well, as fun as this is I think I should be heading home. I need to tuck Abel in. And Wendy would hate me if I came home late again with nothing going on.” Jax stated, looking over to you. “I think I can get a ride home from one of the guys. Please? I miss them!” You begged and pleaded. Jax became father-like to you whenever Gemma wasn’t around, it didn’t matter if you were 26 fricking years old. “Alright I guess, don’t stay out too late.” He mumbled with one of those stupid cigarettes in his mouth. Tig and some of the other boys started laughing. “Boy, she has you whipped, wrapped around her little finger.” Happy grinned over at him with a whiskey in his hand. Jax flipped all of the boys off shaking his head. “Your helmet will be on Chibs’ bike.” Jax told you. You nod, giving him a sweet smile in thanks. Jax walked over to you, placing a kiss on your head before walking out toward the bikes. All you heard was the rumbling as he started it, before it faded into the distance. 6 hours later For the most part all the boys cleared out, either had to get back to their ol’ ladies or needed to sleep the alcohol off. It seemed that whenever you came to the club, drunkenness always followed. Ope was about to head out, he grabbed his kutte from the back of the chair he was sitting on. “Do you need a ride?” He asks you. You shake your head before placing it on the table. You were sleepy, and you thought about just crashing here. “I think I’m gonna stay here. I’m too drunk to move.” You groaned before letting out a cute, high pitched hiccup. Ope shook his head at you. “Alright, you should give Jax a call, he’d probably want to know.” Ope says before heading toward his pickup truck, starting it up and going home to Donna and his kids. Chibs sighed, crossing his arms as he looked at you. “Yer gonna stay here with Juice aren’t ye lass?” He raised his eyebrow at you. “I never get to spend time with him, and I’m wasted. My luck I’d fall off the back of a bike.” You giggle at the thought of that one. You’re a very clumsy being. You trip on flat ground, hit you elbow or hipbone or toe on furniture all the time, you walk in to walls. Not a good sight, and it gets even worse when you’re tipsy, and when you’re drunk that’s a whole other story. “If ye say so love. Just be careful, ye don’t want Jacky finding out on his own. Yew should be the one to tell him.” Chibs gives you yet another one of his lectures. You nod. “I’ll talk to Juice, maybe we’ll tell him tomorrow.” You looked down at your hands as you spun your thumbs around in circles. “Alright lass, I’m gonna head home. I probably have an impatient Jarry waiting on what’s taking me so long.” You both laughed at that. You got up, stumbling down the hall. “Juiceyy!” You whined, holding yourself up against the wall. You press you back against the wall as a mean of support as you take off your heeled boots. Juice steps out of his dorm, leaving his door open. “Hey, what’s up?” He asks rubbing his face with his hand. You clearly just either woke him up, or stopped him from trying to sleep. You extend your arms after you get your boots off trying to get him to bring you to his room. Juice walks up to you and picks you up. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist. He could smell the alcohol radiating off your skin but he didn’t care. This wasn’t the first time he got to spend the night with you, but it was the first time with you this drunk. “Hey, hey. Lay down babe.” He cooed in you ear as he laid you down before going back into the hall the grab your boots. He came back, setting your boots by the door. You unbuttoned your white jeans and tugged them off. Juice went into his drawer and pulled out one of his white SAMCRO shirts for you to sleep in. You tossed your jeans by your boots, or as close as you could get them before lifting up your turquoise crop top and tossing it by your jeans. You happily took the shirt from Juice and slipped it on. “Thank you.” You whispered looking up at Juice. He gently took your face into his large, calloused hands before kissing your lips. You kissed him back placing your hand right on top of his “son” and “shine” tattoos that are on his chest. Juice pulls back and looks into your eyes. “There’s no need to thank me Y/N, I’d do this for you any day. Now cmon, lets lay down” Juice pulls you back onto the bed so you’re laying down. You both get under the sheets before snuggling into each other. Juice didn’t want to take advantage of you tonight, you were too far gone. So he just cared for you and let you stay in his bed. Soon enough both of you drifted to sleep. The Next Morning The light shined into the room. You grunted as you sat up, your head pounding like a bitch. Blinking and looking around you realized you weren’t in Juice’s room, you were in your own. He must’ve carried you into the room this morning, he’s always been an early riser. Some knocks on your door and it makes you groan. “Come in.” You barely manage to get out. God you drank way too much last night. Jax walks in with his arms crossed, looking at you with a disappointing look on his face. You pull the comforter higher up to cover Juice’s shirt that you were planning on keeping hostage. “Mom said you didn’t come home last night. And you didn’t leave either of us a phone call, nuthin’.” Jax explains to you. You nod. “I stayed here. I figured I was way to drunk to sit on the back of a bike and I even have my own bed so why not?” You say looking down. “Hey, hey. I’m not mad darlin’. I just wish you left us a message. Mom was worried.” Jax rests his hand on your leg. You nod. “I was wayy too wasted for that Jaxy.” You giggled. He smiled laughing at the thought of the message you would have left either of them. “Alright, well I gotta take the boys to school. But I just wanted to stop in and check in on you.” Jax says patting your leg before exiting your room. You lay in your bed thinking to yourself. Maybe it’s time I move out and get settled in my own place, maybe even get a job. You gross yourself out at the thought of that, but you wanted to become more independent. You’re 26 still living with mom. But then again, your situation isn’t exactly the same situation as normal girls. You were the princess of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club for Christ sake. You sigh to yourself. You know you need to get out of bed eventually. You toss the covers off and walk over to your closet, rummaging through the clothes you have there. You pull on a pair of black activewear shorts and leave Juice’s shirt on. Peaking down the hall, you make sure the coast is clear before top-toeing down the hallway in case any of the prospects or the other guys are still in their dorms. The wooden flooring beneath you creaks, and you bolt. Going into Juice’s room. You know what door that was, Happy’s, and you know if he found out about you and Juice he would feel obligated to tell Jax. And you couldn’t have any of that today. Not unless you were the one to spill it. “Easy there tiger.” Juice laughed. You just sigh sprawling yourself out on his bed. Juice was wearing his boxers and nothing else, you caught him in the middle of changing. But you didn’t care, all you cared about was the conversation you needed to have with him. “So, I don’t know if you know. But Chibs somehow knows about us.” You started. You sat up, propping yourself up on your elbows. “We were talking last night. And it’s kind of fuzzy, but I still do remember a little bit. He thinks we should tell Jax.” You finished you sentence looking up at him. He puts his jeans on before sitting down next to you. “Is that what you want?” He asks. “And I mean you. Not Chibs. And not me. You.” He clarified. You looked over at him. “Yes. I don’t want this to be a secret anymore. It’s been going on for 4 years Juicey. I just want to be able to be in the same room as you and everyone else, not worrying about showing too much feeling towards you. I’m sick of the croweaters being all over you, And I don’t want someone else spilling the beans either, he’d disown me.” All you can do is choke up at the thought of that. “Don’t think like that baby. I’m perfectly fine with it.” He looked down at you, wrapping his arms around you pulling you against his chest. You kiss his jaw lightly before standing up. “Thank you babe.” You thanked him, running your hand over his freshly shaven mohawk. Juice gently pushed your head up and pressed his lips to yours. His kisses were so soft and sweet, it warmed your heart. You kissed him back, moving onto his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing yourself closer to him. You hear the roar of a single motorcycle from outside Juice’s window, Jax must be back. You hop of Juice’s lap. “I need to change my shirt so he doesn’t flip his shit right off the bat.” You smiled, blowing a kiss to Juice before rushing down the hallway into your room. You grab the closet thing you can find which happens to be a white tank top. It’ll have to do. You walk out of your dorm, down the long hallway into the clubhouse. Jax walks in just as you do. You look over at him before walking over to him. “Hey Jax, can I talk to you for a minute?” You ask him trying to mask just how scared you are. “Yeah of course you can sis, what’s up?” He drapes an arm around your shoulder as you walk back outside to sit on the picnic table. Your heart is racing, about to beat out of your chest. Jax sits down, his back facing the door to the clubhouse and you sit on the other side of him. You look behind Jax to see Juice, now fully clothed, leaning against the doorframe. Chibs comes behind him, patting him on the shoulder. “How’d you find out?” Juice asks him. “She’s always sneaking away while you’re gone. And it doesn’t take 20 minutes to take a piss last time I checked lad.” Chibs grinned chuckling at how stupid you two must think he is. “So, Jax. I don’t really know how to put this. I want to start off with please don’t get upset with me.” You start off, looking down at your hands. “For the past 4 years- I’ve been.. I’ve been kinda seeing Juice secretly. And, I really like him Jaxy..” You trail off, not knowing what else to say. Hesitantly, you look up into Jax’s eyes not knowing what to expect. Anger? Sadness? “I had one rule Y/N. Don’t date a patch.” Jax’s voice was barely a whisper. You nod, looking down again. You began to feel disappointed in yourself. “I’m sorry Jaxy. You just don’t understand..” You tried to explain. You couldn’t form the right words anymore. You were so close to breaking down right there. “What do you mean I don’t understand?!” He starts raising his voice. “Having someone watching you 24/7? Always having someone right there behind you. Shit I can’t even go to a store to get personal shit on my own Jackson! You would never understand that!” By the end of your sentence you were crying, the dam broke and you couldn’t handle it anymore. All that was left to do was walk away and let Jax take it all in. You slipped out from the picnic table and went to go back inside, but Jax grabbed your arm stopping you from doing so. “Don’t you understand? All I wanted to do was keep you safe! You know the risks that come with this shit.” He was still yelling at you, but not for the same reason anymore. Now, he was hurt. You could see the sadness in his pretty blue eyes. “I know you wanted to keep me safe Jaxy. But you have to let me be a big girl. I love Juice.” You looked over at Juice, who was in the same spot you saw him in last. He knew this was hard for you, but he also knew this had to happen. Jax let go of your arm and sighed pushing his hair back. “I need to ride and clear my head.” He says walking over to his bike. You go over to Juice and Chibs. “He probably hates me now.” You sighed out as you wiped your eyes of the tears. “I doubt he could ever hate ye lass.” Chibs rubs your shoulder, trying to let you know that he’s here for you. You just shrug, it’s been a really emotional day for you and it’s only noon. Well, now that your relationship with Juice is out in the open, you don’t have to hold back. And that feels great. Juice wraps his arms around you, hugging you. You hugged him back pressing your face into his chest. Tig walks in with a raised eyebrow looking over at you two and then Chibs, who took the hint and walked away. Tig leaned against the bar looking at the two lovebirds. “And what the hell did I miss?” He asks Chibs pointing over at you guys. “They’ve been together for years, they just broke the news to Jax who didn’t take it so well. I had to keep Juice from interfering. Y/N and Jax needed to yell it out which turned into riding it out and in Y/N’s case, cry it out.” Chibs explained to Tig. Tig nodded, understanding the situation. “I never want to leave your arms.” Your voice was muffled by Juices white shirt, which now was stained with tears. Juice guides you back down the hallway into his dorm, knowing you don’t want an audience to watch you have a breakdown. You sit on Juice’s bed, with your back pressed up against the headboard. “Do you want me to get you a change of clothes from your room babe?” He asks sitting in front of your curled up legs, rubbing your bare leg. You nod wiping your eyes of the tears. “Just get me a pair of grey sweatpants, and a set of bra and panties if you would.” You ask him sniffling. He nods before heading out of his dorm to head down to yours. You go through his top drawer and find your favourite long sleeve SAMCRO black shirt of his. It smelled like him, and you loved it. Juice comes back in with exactly what you asked for and his shirt that you tried, and obviously failed, to hide from him. You just want one shirt of his, but now that everything is out in the open he might not have an issue with it. “I think I’m gonna take a shower, if you don’t mind.” You put down the shirt of Juice’s on his desk chair. You walk into the bathroom, nudging the door shut with your foot which in turn meant it didn’t shut all the way. You start to strip, taking your tank and shorts off, followed by your bra and panties. You grab your kimono that you have behind the door and put it on tying it around your waist. Juice had always let you leave little things in his dorm. Like your kimono so you can take a bath or a shower, a toothbrush, a brush and shampoo and conditioner since he damn well doesn’t have any hair. Just small things. You turn the shower on, letting it warm up before you get in. Juice sneaks up behind you without any warning and puts his hands on your waist, which scares the shit out of you. You jump, turning around and smiling realizing it was the one and only. “Don’t do that!” You scold him and slap him shoulder. He laughs a little before kissing your lips. His arms go from around your waist to gripping your ass. Your bodies pressed so close together you can feel his bulge start to grow. He moves one hand up your back, his fingers leaving a trail up your spine before he settles on the back of your neck. He uses it to pull you into a deep kiss, biting your lower lip softly. You pull his shirt over his head and toss it out of the bathroom and you place kisses down his neck and chest before sinking to your knees. You undo his belt, and unzip his jeans tugging them down a little. You pull down his boxers and his member is proudly protruding in your face and lick the tip of his cock. You suck on the tip, teasing him with it. Looking up you see Juice biting his lip and throwing his head back. You take the base of his cock into your hand, pumping slowly. Taking in more of his dick is when he began to moan, putting a hand on the back of your head. You hollowed your cheeks as you took in more of him, with his hand holding you there. As you came up, you dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock, which always turns him on. “Fuck Y/N.” Juice was barely able to get that out. You went back down, taking his entire, very large, length into your mouth with hollowed cheeks and keeping it there with the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat .”Jesus Christ.” He moans louder. Juice can’t help but grab ahold of your hair, he does that when he’s close. That’s when he takes control. He begins to fuck your mouth, thrusting in at his own rhythm each time his tip hitting the back of your throat before his letting his hot seed shoot to the back of your throat. Juice slowly stopped, before pulling you up and kissing your lips. He untied your kimono, leaving it on the floor as he grabbed your boob. He took your other boob into his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nipple. You moaned loudly, grabbing the back of Juice’s neck. He pinched you nipple as he bit your other nipple, causing a gasp to escape from your lips. You took Juice’s face into your hands bringing him up and kissing his lips. “So how about that shower?” You ask Juice with a wink. He couldn’t get his pants the rest of the way off quicker. You get get into the shower first, letting the hot water wash over you. Juice gets in behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pushes your hair out of the way before kissing your shoulder. You put your hands on top of his, moving your head to the side for easier access. Juice turned you around, pressing your back against the cool tiles which makes you arch your back. He grabs his own dick, pumping himself a few times before lifting one of your legs with his free hand and slowly inserting himself into you. Juice starts a slow and steady pace, stretching and filling you perfectly. You grab him face and give him a sloppy kiss, which make him increase him speed. You moan against his lips, biting down on his lower lip and tugging. “You’re so tight baby.” He moaned into your ear. You dug you nails into his shoulder blades in pleasure as you ached your back, pressing your chest closer to his as the hot water flowed between the two of your bodies. Juice groaned as his thrusts became faster. You dragged your nails down his back, leaving red scratches all over. His hands grabbed your waist as he brought you down one last time, both of you reaching your climax. Juice comes inside you, his pace slowing down but not stopping as he helps you ride out your orgasm. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, so warm and gentle. “I love you Juicey.” You mumble against his lips. A big, goofy smile spreads across his face. “I love you too Y/N.” He whispers. Juice pulls himself out of you, letting your leg fall back down to the bottom of the shower. The hot water continues to run over you both. Juice grabs the body wash and starts to bathe you, letting the suds form around your whole body. He takes his sweet time, enjoying every part of this. You grab your shampoo and wash your own hair as Juice caresses your breasts. You take what’s left of the shampoo on your hands and rub it through Juice’s mohawk. You finish up bathing each other before getting out, wrapping yourselves in towels heading back into the room. Drying yourself off, you slip into your panties that Juice brought, which are his favourite pink lace ones with the matching pink lace bra to match it. Juice sits on the bed with his black boxer briefs on watching you get dressed. You slipped on his shirt before going over to him, straddling his waist. You give him a sweet tender kiss on the lips before you’re rudely interrupted by a knock on the door. “Jax is back.” Tig gave you both a heads up just before you could hear his boots walking off in the distance. You toss your head back grunting. “My brother has to ruin everything.” You say sliding off of Juice’s lap getting your sweats on. “He’s just being protective of you, and I can understand why.” Juice says from behind you as he gets his jeans and boots on before putting on a fresh new white shirt. Your subconscious was telling you that you shouldn’t wear this shirt, that it would upset Jax, but you didn’t care. It gave you comfort. After you were both dressed, you lead the way down the hall to see a still rather pissed Jax standing there with his arms crossed, waiting for you. Everyone cleared out, except for Chibs who sat at on a bar stool. And you stand in front of Jax with Juice behind you waiting for whatever is going to happen. “I understand that you have feelings for each other. But, I just can’t handle my baby sister dating one of the patches.” They’re my brothers Y/N. Jax explained to you with a raspy voice. “I’m not a baby Jackson! I’m 26 years old, I think I can make my own choices, and Juice is my choice. Take it or leave it.” You barely stood your ground, your voice had a slight quiver to it. But you didn’t cry. “I’m gonna leave it then. For now at least. I can’t handle it but I’m not gonna make you two break up because of it.” Jax turned around and walked back out. Chibs got down and followed him out and you could tell he was upset with Jax. You turn to Juice, truly saddened by everything that went down today. “It’s gonna be okay baby.” Juice stepped forward taking him into your arms. Chibs jogged over to Jax, who was sitting on his bike smoking a cigarette. “So what? Yer just gonna disown yer own sister? She’s in dere heartbroken because of ye.” The scot scolded Jax for his behavior today. “She’ll survive. She’s just like her mother. And she brought this on herself.” Jax spat taking a drag of his cigarette, the smoke filling his lungs. Chibs wanted to smack him for that. “Ye know son, keep talkin’ like that and yer gonna get yerself a beating one of these days.” Chibs finished before walking away towards T.M. Jax didn’t know what to do anymore. He should’ve known this was going to happen, but he was oblivious to the fact. Juice sat on the roof with your head in his lap, your body stretched across the couch. “I don’t know what I’m going to do anymore Juicey.” You sniffled. You hadn’t been crying in a little bit, but you always had the sniffles after you cried. “Come stay at my apartment. Get away from Jax and Gemma for a little bit.” Juice suggested as he stroked his long fingers through your hair. You shifted your body so you were now laying on your back and looked up at Juice. “Really?” You asked him. He nodded. “You’re always welcome at my place Y/N, you know that. You need a break from family for a little bit. I can see it in your eyes.” Juice told you. He was amazing. You sat up and kissed his lips and he kissed you back. He pulled away and stood up offering his hand out to you. You take it and let Juice pull you up. You both walk over to the latter that leads back down to the hallway. Juice went down first and then you followed after him. Juice got a nice look at your ass as you carefully climbed down. As you walked down the hall he slapped your ass, which you turned around and gave him a glare for. “Babe, do you have a bag that I can pack stuff in? I don’t have anything here and I don’t wanna go to moms house. She asks too many questions.” You asked Juice as you both walked into your room. “Yeah, I have my backpack that we use for runs. I’ll go grab it for you.” Juice offered, grinning from cheek to cheek. You’ve never stayed at his place, yeah you’ve hung out there with him but you’ve never spent the night there before. This was a big leap for you two, and you were as happy as you could be about it. Rummaging through your clothes, grabbing only the bare necessities knowing you could come back for more. Juice walked in, with the black backpack that had the Sons patch right on top in hand. “This should do.” He tosses it on your bed before sitting on the edge. You finish packing, putting a pair of black sneakers on. “I’m ready Juicey.” You smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. Both of you head out, walking down the hallway. Juice lead, with you following but your hands laced together. You had Juice’s backpack on your back, which caught some glances. “What was Y/N doing with a Juice’s backpack on her back?” Was the thought going through everyone’s heads. But some knew. They heard everything that went down today, it’s kind of hard not to when two siblings are screaming in each other’s faces. You both ignored the stares and the whispers. Your secret was out, and you didn’t want to waste any more time hiding your love for your Juicey. You did catch one particular persons eye. Jax, who still sat on his bike pissed at the whole situation. And now what? Juice was taking his sister to live with him now too? That angered Jax even more, as he took a final drag of his cigarette. He threw it on the ground, crushing it with his foot. “I’ll go get your helmet off of Chibs’ bike. Just go wait by my bike.” Juice nods over to his Harley before walking over to the bike that just had to be next to Jax’s. “If you hurt my sister I swear to god-“ Jax had full blown anger in his voice, but was cut off by Juice. “Looks like you’ve already hurt her enough.” Juice told him, looking dead into his eyes. Jax curled his hands up into fists, snarling, before reaching up and knocking Juice in the face sending him back a couple feet. You drop the backpack next to Juice’s bike before running over to Juice, as Jax just punched a second time. Juice socked Jax in the face right as you got there. You stood between them, trying to keep them from ripping each others heads off. Tig and Happy came rushing over to see what the commotion was, noticing a bloody Jax and Juice. “Enough both of you!” You snapped. They looked at you with disbelief. You shook your head in disgust at your brother, whose hair was a mess. Grabbing Juice’s arm you yanked him away from the group of guys and back to his bike leaving Jax to get cleaned up by Chibs most likely. “Will you be okay to ride?” You ask him sighing at how childish he was acting. “I’m fine baby.” He smiled looking down. He had a cut on his eyebrow and one on his lip. He was most likely going to have a black eye. “Okay sweetheart, I’ll clean you up when we get to your place.” You whisper placing a kiss on his nose lightly careful not to hurt him. Juice got on his bike, starting it up. You put his backpack on your back, and grabbed your helmet, latching it on tightly under your chin. You throw your leg over the bike, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your head to his back as he pulled out. The roar of the bike filled your ears, as Juice drove away. *** Juice pulled up to his apartment, the rumble of his bike softening and he kicked out the kickstand letting his bike stand up on his own. You got off the bike and unstrapped the helmet still letting it sit on your head. Juice also got off and grabbed the keys of his bike which also had his house keys on it You both walked up the stairs before getting to his apartment. “Home sweet home.” He smiled before opening the door. You set your helmet on the table and the backpack right next to the door. “Lets go get you cleaned up.” You tell him, looking up at his face which had blood running down it. Grabbing his arm, you dragged Juice into the bathroom. “Sit.” You command. “Love a girl who can take control.” He mused with a grin spread across his face as he sat on the toilet seat. You rolled your eyes at the comment. You went back into the hallway of his apartment and into the small closet to grab a rag. Going back into the bathroom you wet the rag begin to lightly dab the blood off of his face. When is he going to stop getting beat up? Is all you thought yourself as you cleaned up your beaten boyfriend. The head wound now has a bandaid on it, which is good enough, and there wasn’t anything you could really do for the cut on the lip. So you just lightly kiss it better. “Do you want something to eat?” He asks you, changing the subject off of him and onto you, nothing new for him. “I’m not really that hungry, do you wanna play video games?” You offered as an exchange. He smiled standing up as both of you walked out of the room and over to the couch. You were a girl of his own heart. Juice turned on his PlayStation and put in Mortal Kombat for you two to play before walking back to the couch and sitting. You loved playing with Juice, you both were very competitive with your video games. The princess never liked to lose, and Juice didn’t believe in letting people win. Juice had one leg on the couch with the other on the ground, bent sitting comfortably. You sat down in front of him with your legs crossed and your back pressed to his chest. This is how you two always sat while playing video games, until one of you were on a winning streak and the other thought you were cheating so they moved to the floor. After hours of kicking each other’s asses, with you both having small winning steaks, you yawned loudly starting to get tired. You paused your current match and turned your body around so you were facing Juice. “I’m tired, can we watch movie or something?” You asked resting your head on his shoulder.”Of course baby.” He kissed your cheek before slipping out from underneath your body to go glance at the movies. “What movie do you wanna watch?” Juice asks you. You didn’t even have to think twice about it. “Star Wars!” You giggled reaching in front of you to get a sip of water. He smiles to himself as he puts the new Star Wars movie into the DVD player. Juice walks back to the couch. “God I love you.” He said with a smile reaching his eyes. “I know.” You said back. It was a cheesy quote, but you knew Juice would love it, and he did. He bent down and gave you a kiss on the lips. You get up, letting Juice spread out on the couch so you can lay on top of him. The movie started and both of your eyes glued to the screen. You both were huge nerds, something you had in common. Jax always made fun of you for it growing up. As the movie went on, you found it hard to keep your eyes open, your eyelids feeling heavy. You finally stop fighting it and close your eyes, snuggling closer into Juice’s side.Juice had his arm around your waist, rubbing small circles into your lower back. He grabbed the remote and turned the movie off. Carefully, he picked you up and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he carried you to his bedroom. “Y/N, baby. Let go and lay down sweetheart.” He cooed in your ear. He gently lowered you onto his queen sized bed. You took your sweats off, tossing them by the wall and took your shirt off doing the same. Juice took his pants and shirt off, leaving both of you in your underwear. You got under the covers, you might have struggled being half asleep but you managed, and Juice did the same He spooned you, wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you as close as possible to him. You shoved your cold feet in between his legs, startling him slightly but he let you keep them there. Eventually, you both slowly drifted off to sleep. Your eyes flutter open at the sound of birds chirping outside of the window. Juice’s arm is still locked around your waist, with his warm breaths on the back of your neck. You turn around so your facing him, his eyes still closed. “It’s rude to stare yknow.” Juice mumbles, his voice heavy from sleep. You smile and placing a kiss on his nose. “How’s your head?” You question quietly, gently grazing your finger over the bandaid on his eyebrow. A light shade of purple started forming under Juice’s left eye. You sigh typo your spelt in disbelief. Why did they have to fight? You thought to yourself “It hurts, but I’ll be okay baby.” He reassures you, placing a kiss to your forehead. “Do you want me to make breakfast?” You ask him looking up into his eyes. “That’d be great babe.” He agreed and slid out of the covers. You take in his body, like you do every time you see him with his shirt and pants off. You bite your bite smiling as you watch him get dressed. “Enjoying the show?” He walked over to your side of the bed and leaned over you, kissing your lips. “You bet I am Juicey.” You grin as you get out of bed yourself. Juice playfully slaps your ass as you walk by him. You turn around and blow him a kiss before walking out, heading towards the kitchen, not bothering to get dressed. Juice knew what you were playing at. He knew you were trying to drive him nuts walking around in only a lace bra and matching thong. And god was it working. He followed you out of the room and into the kitchen sitting down at the dining table to observe you as you cooked. You went into the fridge to see what you had to deal with. Juice kept a fully packed fridge, full of healthy and fresh food. Everything in his house was spotless, all organized perfectly. Juice’s phone rigging from the coffee table takes his attention away from you, and sends a wave of confusion over you. Juice walks into the living room grabbing his burner phone. “Hello?—“ He asks. The answer he got caused him to furrow his brows. “Hang on.—“ You can hear the seriousness in his voice and it worries you. Juice walks into back into the bedroom and grabs his kutte, coming back out and stepping outside to have the conversation in peace. You begin to hyperventilate at the thoughts running through your mind. Did something happen to Jax? Or your mom? Or Abel? You try and shake the thoughts out of your head as you walk into the bedroom grabbing one of Juice’s shirts. Putting it on, you take a inhale deeply into the soft fabric. It may not be him, but it always stopped a panic attack in its steps. “Alright.— I’ll get us there as soon as possible.—“ Juice’s voice came back into the house as you heard the door close behind him. With the click of his phone, footsteps came towards the room. You turned to him waiting to see what he has to say. “What’s going on Juan? Who was that?” You start to panic. He walks over to you, making shushing sounds as he takes your hands into his. “Shh, babe calm down.” He runs a hand through your hair. He knows your triggers, you have always had issues with anxiety. After you two got together though, his OCD tamed down and your anxiety did the same. But you still had your flair ups, like you were having right now. “The clubs in some deep shit with the Irish. We’re going on lockdown. That was Tig on the phone and Jax told him that he wants you there right now. He’s pissed about a bunch of shit right now.” Juice finally explained to you what was happening. Juice wrapped his arms around you, seeing that everything he just said made everything worse for you. “We shouldn’t have told Jax, this probably just made stuff worse for him.” You mumbled. You were feeling so weak right now. If your mother saw you, she would be disappointed. She raised you better than to cry at everything that came your way. “It’s gonna be okay babe. Everything is gonna be okay.” Juice whispered, his words covered in love and kindness. He slowly slid down onto the floor bringing you down with him. He pressed your back to his chest, with you sitting in-between his legs. His arms were tightly wrapped around you as you brought your legs up to your chest. This is how you got your anxiety to pass, and it almost always worked. Your breathing started to regulate after what felt like hours of being curled in a ball hyperventilating, and your heart rate slowed to its regular pace too. “You okay now baby?” Juice place a soft kiss on the back of your neck. You nod getting up and taking one last deep breath. “Do you think it’s gonna be a long lockdown? I don’t know how long I can take of an enclosed space with my mother.” You offer Juice a hand to help him up, trying to be kind even though you both know if you really had to do that he’d pull you down before you’d pull him up. He takes it, and pushes himself up while using your hand to pull you into a hug. “It’ll be okay Y/N, you’re always able to get through it. You sigh in defeat, nodding as you pack up what small bag you had. “You might want to get some pants on though, everyone is gonna be at the clubhouse.” Juice winks at you. You just roll your eyes. Yeah like I’m gonna go there like this. You thought. You pulled out a pair of black jean shorts, putting them on and putting the backpack on your back. “Let’s go back to see the wrath of my brother.” You grumbled as you walked out of the house, both of you hand in hand. Juice pulled up to the clubhouse and the prospects had to open the gates. Slowly pulling in, you see the loved ones of all the bikers gathering in and around the club. He parks his Dyna and you get off, placing your helmet on the back of the bike. You see Jax leaning against your mom’s office door, smoking a cigarette. Should I go over there or wait for him to come to me? You were repeating your options in your head. Juice snakes an arm around your waist which brings you out of thought. “They’re probably going to be calling us to church soon.” He warns you as you both walk up to the crowd of people. “I know.” You say placing a kiss to his cheek. Before walking off to say hi to the old ladies that you’re going to be stuck with for who knows how long. Juice and yourself parted ways as Juice went to go talk with Chibs and Bobby about club stuff most likely. You did however catch the eye of Gemma who came over to you, bumping into people along the way. “And where the hell have you been, sweetheart?” Your mother demands, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. You give her a grunt at her actions. “Didn’t Jax tell you?” You answered her question with another question. She just shook her head and grabbed your arm pulling you outside of the club so you could have a private conversation. “Tell me what?” She raised her eyebrow at you. You sighed. Of course he didn’t tell her, you had to. “I was with Juice.. At his place.” Your voice trailed off as your rubbed your arm uncomfortably. How was she going to take it? Was she going to be like Jax? Or was she going to be like Chibs? A grin spread across her face. “So you two finally came out, huh?” She said smugly. You let out an uneasy laugh, it seemed almost awkward. “Y-yeah. Jax didn’t take it so well.” You stammered over your words. “Of course he didn’t baby, you gotta give him some time. You press him too hard and you both will end up more hurt than where you started.” You nodded at her response before giving her a kiss on the cheek. You walked back into the club to see the boys make their way into church. Juice looks over his shoulder at you and you give him a wink before going to see where your little nephew got into. You see Wendy sitting at the table with Abel on her lap coloring in his superhero coloring book. You sit down across from them with a smile on your face. “Hey there little man, whatcha doin’?” You ask him as you peer over his crayon. “Just coloring, why were you with Juice Aunty?” He asks you as he switches out colours. Your smile widened at his question. You loved Abel to death, you were there when he was born and you helped her get clean after that. You even helped the two stay together. Not only for Abel, but because you knew how much they loved each other. You were both of their sound boards when they had a thought day, and they’d talk about each other nonstop but refused to say it to the other’s face. So you made them, and look where that got them? The two of them a happy family with Abel. “He’s Aunty’s boyfriend.” You looked down at Juice’s shirt as you said that. It’s the first time you’ve called him your boyfriend out loud, and you loved it. Wendy looked at you with happiness across her face and in her face. “So Y/N finally found someone.” She giggles out. You couldn’t help but laugh with her. She was happy for you because she knew how much of a pain your brother was, how he scared off anyone you dated growing up. Hell, he even got Ope and Happy to join in sometimes. “I did. And I’m gonna go grab a beer, do you want one?” You offered her as you stood up. “Sure hun.” Wendy ran her hands through her sons hair as she answered you. You nodded as you walked over to the bar. Phil the prospect was standing behind the bar serving the drinks out to the old ladies that had to stay here for the next few days or weeks. “Hey there Phil,” you start with a smile. “Two beers please love.” You asked him as you took a seat in the booth. Phil was one of the prospects that they called in when they made Half-Sack a full-patch. He gave a short nod before going into the fridge behind him, and handing you two cold beers that are already opened. He never did talk much, he still was shy even though he’s been a prospect for almost a year, so you always tried to be as sweet as can be with him. “Thank you.” You thanked him before walking back over to Wendy and handing her a beer. You both took a sip out of your beer before all of the guys walked out of church with Jax proudly leading the pack. “Alright everyone. We’re sorry to inconvenience you, but if you’re here you probably know why. You’re important friends and family to the club and we don’t want you getting hurt.” Jax explained to everyone in the clubhouse, he says the spiel every time we go on lockdown. “Bad stuff is going down right now, and we have a target on all of our backs. So we ask you to be patient while we sort this out, but we don’t know how long this will take.” He finished before walking off to do god knows what before the club goes out to risk their lives. 5 hours later This was always the hardest part of lockdowns for you. When the boys, who you considered either brothers, best friends, or father figures, went out to do who the hell knows what, killing who knows how many people, for who knows how long. Within the past for years on lockdowns you only got to say goodbye to Jax and the rest, maybe a vague goodbye to Juice and every time it killed you. What if he got killed? And you didn’t get to give him a kiss goodbye. Just a good luck and a pat on the back. You two were extra cautious, never wanting to show too much emotion. Your anxiety always skyrocketed when your boys left. You often ended up locking yourself up in your room with a bottle or two of booze waiting for them to get back to you safely. You were in Juice’s room, strapping on his bulletproof vest with your heart about to beat out of your chest. “Promise me you’ll be safe, I can’t lose you.” You mumble as you strap the last piece of velcro to the vest. Juice turns around and takes your face into his hands. “I promise baby.” He places a kiss on your lips. You kissed him back and placed your hands on top of his vest. “I love you.” He whispers against your lips. “I love you too.” You place another light kiss to his lips. A loud knock on the door interrupts the two of you, starling you at the same time. “Alright lovebirds, hope you have your clothes on.” Tig jokes as he opens the door with his hand dramatically covering his eyes. “You’re all good Tiggy.” You laugh. “Well sorry to take your boyfriend away from you doll, but the guys are going to start heading out.” Tig says. You give Juice one last hug, before going over to Tig and hugging him. “C’mon babe, let’s get you back home as soon as possible.” You beckon for Juice putting your hand out for him. He takes it interlacing his fingers as he leads the way out into the clubhouse. You see all of the guys saying there goodbyes, before your eyes land on the one you were looking for. Jax. Who is saying goodbye to Abel and Wendy You slowly make your way over there, hugging everyone goodbye as you get over there. You finally reach him. “Hey, can I talk to you?” You ask Jax. He places a kiss on Abel’s head before stepping aside with you. “Look, I’m sorry for everything that happened yesterday. But can we put both of our thick skulls aside for a moment so I can make sure you don’t run off and get yourself killed because of everything that’s going on. I love you Jaxy.” You wrap your arms around his neck bringing him down for a hug. Jax gripped you tight and you couldn’t help but smile. “I couldn’t have said it better. I love you too Princess.” He whispers in your ear. Juice and Gemma stand across the room watching the two siblings make up. “If you hurt my daughter I’ll cut you. But I don’t think I have to worry about that, you two seem to make each other very happy.” Gemma warned Juice. He nodded, looking down at his feet with a smile. Gemma didn’t know just how happy Y/N made him. She quieted the voices in his head. Her smile made him forget about a stressful day at the club. Her hug made him feel like he wasn’t alone anymore. She made him feel like he was worth something. And he loved her with everything he had. She is what made him get through these life-threatening situations, she made him want to survive. He saw a future with her, finally someone wasn’t going to leave because he’s too clingy. She loved how clingy he was. “I promise to love her with everything I have Gem, trust me.” Juice said before he was distracted from the conversation. Jax was calling the guys to their Harley’s, to go put an end to the Irish threats. You gave Jax a final kiss on the cheek before shooing him off. All of the guys parted from their Ol’ ladies or their kids and walked out of the club. You, Gemma, Wendy, and Lyla were all standing right outside the club blowing a kiss to whichever biker had their heart. In your case, you had two. A brother and a boyfriend. It was nearly 4 in the morning when the boys got back. Juice quietly opened the door to his dorm, not knowing if you crashed in here or in your own room. As he walked in, he saw you on his side of the bed, hugging his pillow. He also spotted bottles in front of the bed, from wine to beer to whiskey, you drank when you got worried. Juice got undressed as quietly as possible, leaving himself only in his boxers as he got into bed. Even though you were on his side, he made do. He pulled the comforter over himself and wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer.