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[petersnya]

SOMETIMES

PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

---NOT MY PHOTO/GIF---

PART ONE

Prompt/Summary: “...some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes…” /// Peter Parker meets the love of his life. But is he the love of hers? Having a bad past always affects the future.

Warnings: ANGST, FLUFF, SMUT(light smut towards the end xxx tehe) ECT. 

Word count: 3026

[A/N]Wattupp! So I have been busy with volleyball lately but I finally have the time to write! I got this idea while I was in class and it seemed like it would be perfect lol. I love Marvel so much like I grew up reading the comics so I’m excited to write this ( I'm in love with Peter Parker/Tom Holland too ). I'm thinking this should be a series??? Idk. Let me know what you think! ENJOY AND SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS!! Explicit content ahead…(this was also inspired by a song I love called moral of the story. tehe I love Niall Horan bruh) 

-J.T.S xxx

“Sup Parker, ” a tall, curly-haired girl rushed through the front door of Peter Parker's apartment. “Aunt May here?” the girl questioned the brown-eyed boy who was frantically following the girl with his eyes from his seated position on the couch. 

“No, uh, she's not. She's at work actually- wait what are you doing here MJ?” Peter questioned the girl, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. He stood from the couch, approaching the kitchen counter that MJ was standing behind, putting whatever she had run into the house with in the kitchen drawer. 

“Uh, just… Hangin’ out, ” MJ explained, shrugging her shoulder as she hopped onto the counter facing Peter, swinging her legs with an innocent look on her face. 

“Yeah sure, I'm not gonna believe tha -” 

“MJ! The hell is wrong with you! Give them back you oversized giraffe!” a loud banging on the door caught MJ and Peter’s attention making them turn their heads towards it. MJ, not looking shocked at all, but Peter having a tariffed look on his face. 

“We’re the same height dumbass!” MJ shouted back to the girl on the other side of the door with a smirk on her face. Peter was confused by the situation. Turning his head back at MJ, who was silently snickering, he questioned, “Who the hell is that?”, the tan girl, who was now standing next to him, made her way to open the door. 

“MJ gets the fuck out here and give me my-” the mystery girl on the other side of the door was cut off by the door opening in her face. She stood there in shock, looking past MJ at the curly-haired boy standing next to her. Peter looked away from MJ then at the girl who was standing in the doorway. He couldn’t help but stare at her, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. Peter was taken aback when suddenly, her lips curled into a wide smile. She pointed her finger at MJ, the at Peter, and back again. Peter had no idea what was going on until MJ’s smirk that she had faded off of her face.

“No. No, no, no, ” she said grabbing the girl's hand and pushing it down to her side. 

“And who is this MJ?” she said slyly. 

“This is…” MJ paused, glancing back at Peter then back to the girl at the door. “Penis Parker.” she then said with a slight chuckle. 

“Hey! Wha- no! That’s not my name! MJ I swear to-“ 

“Your mom named you penis?” She said, raising an eyebrow in confusion. MJ laughed walking out of the door and next to the girl. “And this is my cousin, Y/N.” 

“Sup man,” Y/N said to Peter with a big goofy grin on her face. 

“Alright we’ll be leaving now,” MJ said grabbing her cousin’s hand, dragging her away from the door. 

“Penis is kinda hot cuz. How have you not fu-“ 

“We’re leaving!” MJ shouted over Y/N, dragging her out of the way to where Peter couldn’t see them anymore, but just in Peter’s favor, he heard everything.

\\\

The next day, Peter was walking out of school with MJ and his best friend, Ned. 

“So MJ, I heard you have a cousin. Y/N…” Ned said, leaning forward, looking across Peter to see MJ who was walking on the other side of him. Peter hit Ned on the shoulder with his, silently telling him to stop talking about it. MJ chuckle. 

“Well uh, I gotta go. See you guys later! Good luck Pete.” Ned said with a wink as he walked towards the bus.

“Wait, Ned! We ride the bus- together… whatever.”

MJ and Peter walked down the stairs talking about all their classes, the teachers they hated, and other things. As they made their way to the sidewalk they heard someone yelling at them, causing both of them to turn their heads towards the loud voice. 

“Ah. I forgot, Y/N’s picking me up today.” 

“Y/N? Oh…” Peter said, trying to hide the blush on his face. Every time he thought about her, he couldn’t help but re-play the words she said yesterday: ...he’s kinda hot… Peters has never had that sort of attention given to him by a girl especially one that looked like Y/N. To him, she was an angel. But Peter, being the typical person he was, wouldn’t even think about approaching her- being afraid of rejection. 

“How old is she?” Peter asked curiously, the thought lingering in his mind. 

“Our age. She’s home-schooled.” the tall her said, stuffing her hands in the side pockets of her jacket. Peter looked at her curiously, if she’s home-schooled then why is she with MJ all the time now? 

“Her uh, her dad just recently passed, due to health difficulties, so she and her mom moved down here to get a new start. While her mom is trying to get their new house and a stable job down in Queens she will be staying with me for about… a year I think. I, of course, let her stay with me. She’s my favorite cousin and I don’t want her to be alone during this ruff time.” she explained, practically reading Peter’s expression. He nodded in response, his eyes glued to his feet.

“MJ! MJ come on! Harry Potter re-run of the first two movies start in T-minus 10 minutes and I have to go pick up my new sweatshirt!” Y/N yelled from her car while honking the horn. The upper half of her body sticking out of the driver’s window while her forearms supported her on the roof of her car.

“Annnddd, she kinda a nerd, but she considers herself just ‘well educated’.” Peter chuckled as he looked at Y/N. Once they got to the car, MJ threw her backpack in the passenger window. Y/N slide back into her window, shoving the bag in the back. MJ then opened the car door and hopped in, clicking her seat belt. She waved bye to Peter.

“Bye Peter Parker.”

“Later MJ.”

“Oooh, so his name isn’t penis… I knew it! Peter, it’s cute. Sup Parker!” 

Peter started to blush but it was hard to see from his face already red from the heat of the sun. He smiled and waved to her, noticing how her Y/E/C eyes glistened in the sun.

“H-hey, Y/N.” He said toying with the strap of his bag, his curls in his face. 

“Heyyy! You should come watch the Harry Potter movies three and four with me and MJ Friday! You can even bring that one guy you guys are always talking to.” She said leaning on the steering wheel, looking at Peter through her long, mascara coated eyelashes.

“Sure I’d love to come… wait- do you have your driver's license?” the question lingered in Peter’s mind.

“Nope!” Y/N yelled as she sped away, the tires of the car screeching on the road. Peter could still hear their loud laughter of the two cousins as they drove away.

That night while Peter was patrolling as Spider-Man, he stopped and landed on the building next to MJ’s place. There was a window that was the only lit room. He thought it was MJ so he was going to go up and scare her, but once he got closer, he could see that it was Y/N. His heartbeat quickened as he watched her walk over to her bed, putting her hair in a ponytail. She was wearing an oversized black T-shirt. As she was putting her hair up, she stretched her arms causing her shirt to reveal her very small underwear. Peter could feel his suit beginning to get uncomfortable at the view in front of him.

Quickly, Peter swung away from the building making his way home before Y/N or anyone could see him.

He crawled back into his window making sure to stay quiet so that Aunt May wouldn’t hear. Once he had his suit off, he showed and got into bed. Peter couldn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t help but think about Y/N. She was tattooed in his brain and, of course, tattoos don’t go away. 

///

The days went by slow, well, they went slow to Peter. He was overly excited to go to MJ’s place and watch a movie with Y/N. That was the only person on his mind, her. But those slow days soon went by and it was Friday afternoon. Peter was so anxious he practically ran home to put his school stuff away and then ran to MJ’s. 

He approached the door to her place and knocked on the door with his fist. Peter whipped his sweaty palms on his flannel, waiting for the door to open. 

“What up Pete! MJ said you would be here around this time. Come on in man.” Y/N said as she flung open the door with a soft smile on her face. Peter couldn’t get enough of her energetic personality. He followed Y/N, closing the door behind him. The brown-eyed boy couldn’t help but admire her as she walked in front of him. Her outfit consists of high-waisted but loose jeans, a plain black tube top with a very large flannel that was left unbuttoned. 

“Uh, Michelle and your other friend… Ned! That’s his name, I can never remember,” she chuckled nervously, “they uh- went to the store to go get snacks and food so they should be back in a little while. I’m gonna go get some blankets and stuff from my room for the movies, there pretty long so I wanna be comfortable. Wanna help?” Y/N said as she started to walk towards her room, looking over her shoulder to see if Peter was following.

“Oh, yeah, sure I’ll help you,” he said, slowly trailing behind her. As they went into her room she started to grab blankets and pillows, tossing them by the door. Peter couldn’t help but admire her well-decorated room, it fits her personality so well, he thought to himself. He walked over to her tall nightstand and saw a pair of glasses sitting on them. For some reason, they intrigued him. 

“Do you mind?” he asked. “Nah, not at all,” Y/N replied not looking up from the pile of blankets in the corner, waving her hand in a ‘go ahead’ motion. Peter shrugged and turned his attention back to the glasses. They were small and black, they didn’t look like they would fit her face. He picked them up, examining them curiously. Y/N looked over at Peter, immediately dropping everything in her hands and rushing over to him. She snatched the glasses out of his hand and put them in her drawer. Peter was taken aback by this sudden action, raising his hands in a surrendering motion. 

“Don’t touch those,” Y/N said harshly. She looked at Peter’s face that was plastered with an apologetic look. “I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. My… my dad gave me those,” she explained. Peter mumbled an ‘it’s ok’ under his breath. 

She walked over to the edge of her bed, scooting over to give Peter room to sit down. He took the hint and went to sit next to her. Y/N sat there, her leg bouncing as she tried to take steady breathes to calm herself down, fiddling with the many rings on her fingers. 

“Hey, you ok Y/N?” Peter asked, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. She looked up at him with glossed-over eyes. She let out a shaky breath and nodded. Licking her lips, she began to explain. 

“Well uh, m-my dad, he uh… he passed away about two weeks ago. When I was younger we used to always read together and I would have trouble saying some of the words. My mom thought it was just cause I couldn’t read properly yet but my dad always said ‘my little girl is the smarts little girl I know… she’s just as blind as a bat, like her father,’ Y/N paused, sniffing while wiping the tear that rolled down her cheek before continuing, “He bought me those glasses after the eye doctor told me my vision was terrible. The day before he passed away, he took the glasses off that he had and handed them to me. I tried to stop him and tell him that I had some, but all he did was look at my mom and then back at me and said, ‘she’s just as blind as a bat, like her father.’” the last part came out in a whisper. 

Reaching over to her bedside table, Y/N grabbed a pair of circular glasses that looked like they were from the Harry Potter movie. “My dad loved Harry Potter, I never wear them though cause I-I’m just...scared. I don’t know why though. It’s just silly.” she said with a slight smile. “MJ took my contacts from me just a few days ago to get me to wear them and I still haven’t gotten them back.” so that’s why she came over that day, Peter wondered. 

Peter was about to say something but MJ and Ned came into the apartment, yelling that they were back with the snacks and food. 

“T-minus 10 minutes Y/N,” MJ yelled from the kitchen.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second,” Y/N shouted back to her, “you should go ahead.”

Peter got up to leave the room, but before he did he turned to say something,  “I think that your dad would want you to wear them, Y/N. Trust me,” he said with a soft smile that caused Y/N to smile back at him.

///

“Dude, where’s Y/N? She’s never late for an H.P movie,” MJ questioned. Peter and Ned looked at each other shrugging before looking back at her. Only two minutes later, Y/N came walking out of her room, they all turned their heads to look. 

“Ok, I’m ready for the movie,” she said with a big goofy smile on her face. Peter and MJ looked at her in shock. Ned had no idea what was going on and just sat and ate popcorn. Y/N had on some shorts and a Slytherin sweatshirt, but that wasn’t the shocking part. She was wearing her dad’s glasses. 

“What? Do you guys not like my sweatshirt?” 

“I think it’s great,” Ned said giving her a thumbs up. 

“Thanks, Ned, glad to see someone appreciates it,” Y/N said sarcastically. MJ and Peter looked at each other. Peter was about to say something but MJ put a finger up signaling for him not to. Y/N sat between MJ and Peter on the couch, grabbing a bag of chips while adjusting the glasses on her face. She looked over at Peter mouthing the word ‘thank you’  causing Peter to blush but hid it quickly.

About thirty minutes into the movie, Y/N got comfortable and snuggled her head into MJ’s shoulder while MJ laid her head onto of Y/N’s. Y/N had her exposed long, smooth legs draped over Peter’s thighs. This sent Peters mind wondering: 

As she slowly straddled my lap, I placed my hands on her thighs, keeping her steady. My large hands squeezed at her exposed skin. I ran them to her ass, repeating the motion causing her to jerk, rubbing her core against jeans, making her moan quietly in my ear. Her arms hugged around my neck. She moved her head to where her lips were perfectly leveld with mine. She connected her lips with mine in a soft kiss, but I wanted more. I needed more. I ran my tongue over her bottom lips, squeezing her ass in my hand once again. Her lips were parted slightly, giving me access to slip my tongue into her mouth. She surprised me with her next move. She wrapped her lips around my tongue then released it with a slight smacking noise. This made me harder than I was before- if that was even possible. We sat there for a second, staring into each other’s eyes, noticing how they were filled with lust. Before I could even think my actions through, I removed my hand from her ass, grabbing her jaw and pulling her facing into mine, catching her lips and lustful but passionate kiss. My tongue almost immediately won the dominance against hers. I flipped us so that I was on top and started to trail kisses down her exposed stomach. Her thighs wrapped around my head as her back arched off of the bed. I put my hands on her lower back. I started to tease her soaked-

“I don’t see how you like Draco Malfoy?” Ned’s voice snapped Peter out of his daydream, turning his head over to Ned who was munching on a handful of popcorn.  

“What!” MJ and Y/N screamed. Ned and Peter both turned their heads to them, wondering why they seemed so upset. “What do you mean why do we like Draco Malfoy,” MJ said.

“What type of question is that?” Y/N said, finishing her sentence. This caused MJ and Y/N to go into a whole ordeal on why Draco is their favorite character. All Peter could do was watch the way her pink lips moved as she explained. 

This helped Peter calm down from his daydream and stoping his hard-on to be seen. Thank God…

///

That night, Peter laid awake in his bed, thinking about how Y/N looked in his fantasy. He wished that it was really like so so badly. He couldn’t help to feel this attraction towards her, from the first time he saw her. It wasn’t just her good looks, even though to Peter she was stunning, it was her style, her personality, the way her eyes squinted and her cheekbones rose when she laughed. The way she would ramble about anything and everything. His last thought before he drifted into sleep rang in his brain,

Does she feel the same? 

[A/N] Hey bestie :))) hope you liked this chapter! Thank you for the support and make sure to send me ideas for imagines you guys want! IM GONNA TRY TO UPLOAD EVERY DAY OR EVERY OTHER DAY AT 5:30/6:30 PM. 

 DISCLAIMER!!! THE NEXT CHAPTER IS FULL OF SMUT.. are you ready?

-J.T.S xxx

[you-can-call-me-wanda]

Roller Skating

Pairing: Kelly Nickels x Reader (Requested)

Author’s Note: Halfway through writing this I was like “Is Kelly even tall? Why do I imagine him to be so tall?” According to Wiki he’s 6′0″ so me envisioning him as an awkward giraffe in this is kinda accurate.

“Kelly!” You called out as soon as you walked through the front door of your apartment. “I have the greatest idea!”

Kelly, your boyfriend, was quick to join you in the front room. He regarded your excited expression with skepticism.

“And what idea would that be?” he asked you.

“Roller skating!” you exclaimed with a huge smile plastered on your face. You had passed by a roller rink on your way home from work and thought it would be so much fun for you and Kelly to go there for a date. The idea of you and him holding hands and skating around together under some neon lights while some cheesy love song played over the speakers was just too cute and romantic for you to pass up on.

Unfortunately, Kelly didn’t seem to have the same mindset as you. Upon the mere mention of going roller skating, his nose scrunched up in disgust.

“Oh, don’t make that face,” you scolded before he could respond. “It would be so much fun!”

“I’m not making a face!” Kelly argued. “And no, it would not.”

You pouted dramatically and made your way closer to him.

“Yes, you are,” you said teasingly, wrapping your arms around his waist and looking up at him lovingly. “You always scrunch your nose up like that when you don’t like something.” You reached up and tapped the end of his nose. “It makes you look like a bunny.”

Kelly shook his head smiled down at you. “You’re ridiculous,” he said.

You batted your eyelashes at him. “But you love me, right?”

“Of course,” he said, pecking you lightly on the lips.

“So, you’ll go roller skating with me?” you asked.

Kelly just sighed and closed his eyes at your question. “Baby, why do you wanna go roller skating so bad?” he asked, avoiding answering your question entirely.

“Because,” you said, moving away from him to flop onto the sofa in a theatrical-like manner, “it will be fun, and it will make me happy.” You pouted at him once more, pursing your lips. “Don’t you want me to be happy?”

Kelly stared down at you and rolled his eyes. He knew exactly what game you were playing and this time, he was adamant that he was not going to let you win. No, he was not going to let your sad eyes and wobbling bottom lip convince him to go roller skating.

“(Y/N), we are not going roller skating,” he said. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying his best to look stern.

“Please Kelly,” you practically whined. You gazed up at him sadly, putting on your best puppy dog eyes.

Kelly met your stare for all of five seconds before caving. “Okay, fine,” he relented.

You shot up off the couch immediately and tackled him in a hug. Peppering his face in kisses, you thanked him.

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun babe!” you cheered. “You’ll love it!”

  “I hate this.”

“Kelly,” you laughed, “we haven’t even started skating yet.”

Kelly sat at a table right outside of the actual rink frowning. He had his skates on and you could tell just from looking at him that he was uncomfortable. You watched as his eyes followed the people skating around the floor bitterly.

“Babe,” you said, pulling up a chair and sitting next to him. “I know you’ve never skated before. We’ll go slow and I can teach you. I won’t let you fall, okay?” You tried to reassure him.

Kelly just continued to frown though. “I’m going to look like an idiot,” he complained.

You took one of his hands into yours and laced your fingers together. “No, you won’t. C’mon, I’ll hold your hand.”

Kelly met your eyes briefly before eventually nodding his head and slowly rising to his feet. He gripped the edge of the table tightly as he got up and you were once again reminded of just how nervous your boyfriend was to be on skates for the first time.

Still holding his hand, you slowly led him to where everyone was skating. You sent him an encouraging smile as you pulled him along and he got used to the feeling of the wheels on his feet. He stumbled a bit as he tested out moving his feet. He clenched your hand tightly in his to stop himself from falling.

“It’s alright, I got you,” you said, offering him your other hand as well.

Thankfully, you were a proficient enough skater to be able to skate backwards. This allowed you to hold both of Kelly’s hands and guide him around better. The two of you went around in circles as you patiently explained to him how he should move his feet and let him try out what you were showing him.

In a little under an hour, with lots of help, Kelly had mostly gotten the hang of roller skating. You had switched to only holding on to one of his hands now and he was pretty much able to skate without much stumbling. The two of you had actually ended up having a wonderful time at the skating rink, sharing lots of laughter and love.

“This is actually pretty fun,” Kelly admitted to you once he was managing on his own.

“I told you!” you said, nudging his shoulder slightly.

Kelly wobbled on his feet but regained his balance quickly. He sent you a playful glare and you laughed.

“Dance with me,” you said, skating ahead of him and turning around so you could face him fully.

Kelly grinned widely and reached out to take your outstretched hands. You pulled him closer to you and wrapped your arms around him and he did the same, resting his hands on your hips. Overhead, the sound of REO Speedwagon’s “I Can’t Fight This Feeling” played on the speakers.

Kelly leaned down to connect his lips to yours but, as he did so, his skates ran into yours. Before you could even register what was fully happening, the two of you were falling. Kelly landed directly on top of you, his tall lanky form pressed flat against your front.

“Ugh,” you groaned.

Above you Kelly propped himself up on his elbows. He looked down at you apologetically.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “That wasn’t very romantic, was it?” he asked.

You smiled gently before reaching up and pulling him down closer to you by the front of his shirt. Your lips met his in a short but passionate and sweet kiss.

“Hmm, maybe not how I envisioned it,” you said, “but definitely just as good.”

[writefightandflightclub]

Arrivals

What is this? 6 of 14 prompt requests for my follower celebration! See OP + prompt list credits here.

What is the prompt? “Painting the house which ends in a paint fight and giggles.” with Modern!Poe and Pregnant!Reader. Thanks anon for the request!

Author’s note: I’ve never written Modern!Poe before and I’m not sure I would’ve without the request. So here goes. Thanks for the chance to try something new, anon! I think it turned out pretty cute? Let me know what YOU think!

Word count: A mere 2634, OOPS.

Warnings: pregnancy. Other than that it’s pure fluff and typos. Enjoy!

GIF credit: here

You hear your husband enter the room with a contented sigh, bare feet padding softly across the exposed floorboards. The patter of Beebs’ paws shortly follows. Your heart melts as he greets the dog with a sleepy “Morning, buddy.”, evidently stooping down to pet him as you hear Beebs’ soft pants and the happy beat of his tail against something or other in the room. “Happy beats, huh?” Poe says softly.

Then, he grants you his full attention.

“Oh oh, it’s happened again. I love you. Even more than I did yesterday.” he announces, sliding gently up behind you, pressing his warm chest into your back and wrapping his arms delicately around the pronounced curve of your belly, splaying his fingers to caress more of your bump. His head settles into the crook of your neck, his wild, bedhead curls tickling against the apple of your cheek as his arrival draws a wide, easy smile from you. He unconsciously begins swaying his hips in time with the easy-listening playlist you have muted in the background, his gorgeous voice a soft rumble against your ear as he starts to sing along.

The warmth -the sturdiness of him- is effortlessly reassuring, the shape and contours of him familiar even as he slots himself around your changing body. You don’t return his affections immediately though. Instead, you furrow your brow and stick your tongue out as you concentrate on some particularly intricate brush strokes on the wall ahead of you.

“I love you too, Poe, but if you knock me while I’m painting, I’m gonna have to kill you.”

You can tell that the goofball freezes then, as if he’s taking you completely literally. If you could see his expression as he perched his head on your shoulder you just know he would be emphatically statuesque.

“When you commit, you commit.” you smile.

“I’m sure you’re thankful that your husband has that quality, no?” he teases.

You’ll give him that one.

You chuckle at the thought of him, frozen there, trying to keep your brush steady as you do so. But then he’s still frozen and the wobble of your shoulders becomes more pronounced as you shake with gentle laughter. You hear him scoff by your ear, in return.

“Stop it, Poe!” You scold good-naturedly as your giggles intensify, the sound chiming musically around the empty-ish, in-progress room.

“I’m not doing a thing, sweetheart, it’s you who’s moving!” His voice has that wonderful playful edge, and you can hear the smile in it, can imagine that slight crinkle in his nose.

You get a handle on yourself for just about long enough to finish off the detail of the mural section you’d been working on. You have added incentive to get it done now, as you are desperate to turn around and get yourself a good look at that handsome face for the first time today. You down your tools and twirl towards Poe, his broad, gentle hands never breaking contact with your belly. His body navigates your bump to lean in for a sweet and loving kiss to your lips.

“Hmm. Morning, handsome.” You purr, blissed out from that kiss as your hand winds into his thick, dishevelled curls, his Sunday stubble grazing your skin.

His eyes glow as he looks back at you. “Morning, sweetheart.” As is tradition, he dips to plant a sweet kiss to your midsection. “Morning, Kiddo.” 

He gives you the once-over with his eyes, checking for any sign of new symptoms or discomfort. “You couldn’t lie-in, huh? You should have woken me.”

“I’m fine, Poe.” You dismiss -he does tend to fuss, for which you are thankful- and you nod back towards your progress with the mural, excitement flashing in your eyes. “What do you think of my progress?”

You both turn to regard it, and he resumes his original position, warm and sturdy at your back once again.

“Don’t tell me. It’s an... elephant?”

You’d been bouncing around ideas for the mural for weeks now. Since you’d officially stopped working, it had become a rather consuming passion project of yours. You’d suggested cute little airplanes and clouds to reflect Poe and his career as a pilot. But he’d said he hadn’t wanted to push his dreams on to the kid, and had proceeded to go down rabbit hole about how he just wanted them to be happy. You’d fallen even more in love with him, and then asked him to pick something that made him happy. Predictably, he’d said you. Of course. And Beebs. Then, out of nowhere, he’d gone straight to: “Monkeys. Monkeys make me happy. The one I saw on my last humanitarian mission - did I tell you about that one yet?”. So, here you were, with a beautiful jungle scene beginning to snake its way across the wall.

With a soft smile at the corners of your lips, you glance back at what is quite evidently a tiger. It’s a good job you’re secure in your abilities, and therefore confident that he’s teasing. “An elephant, you say? Poe, you’ll have to get much better at deciphering paintings before Kiddo learns how to hold crayons.” You lean your head back against him, resting your hands over his atop the globe of your belly. “Also, please don’t offend Sir Growlington; he’s a very sensitive tiger.”, you pout.

Poe peppers a few loving kisses on to your cheek and hairline and really, wherever his mouth can reach. “It’s amazing, sweetie, you’re so fucking talented.” He says genuinely. “But… don’t think I’m just going to brush past this... You named the tiger?”

“I did name the tiger.” you intone, hinting that maybe that’s not all.

He twirls you back to him so he can look you in the face again.

“Wait. Did you name all the animals?”

“No. Of course not. Would I be so silly?” you singsong sarcastically as you lean yourself up against the edge of the painting table. 

“Oh ok.” he says plainly with a nod of his head, a brush of his hand over his stubbled jaw. You love when he pretends to be serious and when he’s just so damn bad at pretending. “So you won’t mind if I call this bird... Sandra then?”

You suck in air through your teeth. “Sorry, that’s Porg. But that’s the only other one I named, honest.”

He folds his arms and raises his eyebrows to you, an easy smirk on his lips as he mirrors your position and leans against the pair of wooden ladders behind him. “Come on, let me have them all; monkey, giraffe, sloth - hit me.”

He makes a “bring it on” gesture with his fingers, and you blurt them out. “Peanut, Jungle Gump, and Mademoiselle Sleepyhead.”

He smiles in amusement and pads towards you, settling himself into your side, his eyes soft as they wander over the familiar details of your face. His voice is low in his throat. “Goddamn, you’re adorable.” You shrug and flutter your eyelashes in casual agreement. “Unless... Honey, should I be concerned?” He juts his hip and you can’t wait to hear what he’s going to come out with next. “Is this a subtle way of telling me you want to name our baby Jungle Gump?”

 “No!” You burst into laughter and bat him playfully on the chest. “But… now that you mention it? Jungle Dameron does sound kinda cool.” You’re actually only half-joking.

He sighs in mock defeat, waving his hand around in the air. “Fine, Jungle if they’re a girl, Sir Growlington if they’re a boy, and Peanut as a gender-neutral option.”

“Shake on it. Deal done.”

You place your hands on his chest, nodding back towards the wall again. “Did you see I left a space? I think you should paint something, Poe.”

“Honey, you know I can’t paint.” he argues, massaging little circles into your shoulder, your hip, your elbows. Anywhere you’ve complained of being sore. You love this man.

“You can paint. Everyone can paint.”

“Why would you want me to ruin your great work?”

You throw your arms around his shoulders, twining your fingers together at the back of his neck. “Because it’s our mural for our baby, and it’s about making something happy, yes? Well, I’m having fun creating this but you’re not in the room with me. And that’s the fun memory I want us to think about when we put our baby-”

“Jungle” he interjects.

“-Jungle,“ you nod, “to sleep. So, stay with me. Paint a crappy, fantastical animal of your choosing.” You gesture towards the paint selection on the table behind you with a sweep of your arm.

“You sure?” he asks, even though he’s already started to rifle through the supplies.

“I’m sure. I can’t wait to see how it turns out!”

A perfect, broad smile works its way across his face. His pretty, dark eyes flick over to yours, his voice deepening and becoming even richer and more robust as it infuses with meaning. “You’re incredible. I can’t wait to do this with you.”

You know he’s talking about far more than the mural. And you couldn’t agree more.

“First though...” he begins, that playfulness immediately back again. “Paint fight!” He picks up the nearest brush and dips it in your paint pot, before swiping a black streak across your cheek. 

You squeal in shock and he adopts a fighting stance, primed for your reaction. Before you can do a thing he manages to paint another stripe to your forearm with a quick, targeted swipe of his brush. You think he’s probably trying to make you look like Lady Growlington.

He torments you like this until you grab for your own brush, which you load, preparing to coat him. You assess the status of his sleep shirt. It’s old, you decide, and you land a splash of sky blue down his neck with a dramatic “A-ha”, a sound not unlike a swashbuckling pirate.

“Oh, you’re in for it now.” he warns with a grin, planting his whole palm in a pot of green and -gently, ever so gently, and avoiding your belly- chasing you around the room until he has covered your face and arms in his handprints. Then, when he’s had his fun he pulls you in for a giggly, breathless kiss.

“Are you trying to ruin my clothes, Poe Dameron?”

“Honestly? I’m trying to get you in the shower, gorgeous.” He pumps his eyebrows suggestively. “What do you say, wanna make love to me?”

He smiles, grabbing you hand with his own, paint-smeared one and giving you a light tug.

“If you think we can both still fit in the cubicle!”

“We’ll just have to get super close; that doesn’t sound like the worst thing, honey” 

All morning should start this way, you think. How could anything be better?

***

Months later, you are settling your precious baby for sleep. Poe is already passed out and lightly snoring on the couch, an array of blankets and bottles strewn around him. You allow yourself a moment to take him in. He looks so Goddamn beautiful when he’s sleeping. You feel so much love for him, for your new baby. More than you could have ever thought possible. It’s hard and it’s scary, but you are so happy you are doing this with him. Already, he is the most wonderful husband and father you could have dreamed of. 

Careful not to wake either him or the tiny sleeping bundle in your arms, you tread softly upstairs, Beebs -who rarely ever leaves your side since the new arrival- padding quietly along with you. When you get to the nursery you rock your baby in your arms a few moments more, humming lullabies softly into the cool night air.

Your eyes sweeping the room, the wonderful, perfect mural on the wall catches your attention. The mural with one animal that doesn’t look quite like the rest. Honestly, it doesn’t really look like any existing animal, so Poe has named it a “blurrg” instead. It makes you chuckle every single time, without fail. You wouldn’t change it for a thing. You wouldn’t change any of this.

You set your baby down in their basket before your laughter wakes them. Then, of course, you linger a moment longer to just stare at that adorable little face before clasping the door shut behind you.

Returning downstairs you smile at Poe. “You’re awake!”

“Yeah, I am.” You move to meet him on the couch and he drags you down into his lap. “And I heard you on the baby monitor, laughing at my blurrg! Again!”

You caress his curls, even though you know he’s not genuinely offended.

You smile so broadly your cheeks hurt. “I love it Poe. It makes me so happy every time. I’m so glad we created it together.”

His eyes meet yours, soft and warm, like the rest of him. “I sure as hell know that feeling.”

Oh boy. How does he make happiness swell in your chest like this? How is it possible to be this happy?

“Let’s... keep creating together, ok?”

He looks up at you in shock as he catches the full meaning of your words. “Are you... are you asking me to have another baby with you? Already?”

“Jungle’s gonna need a sibling.” you bite your lip, slightly nervous of how he might react. “Also, we really need to stop calling her that and settle on an actual name.”, you deflect.

“Baby,” he says gently, taking your hand in his. “I’d like Jungle to have siblings. I’m not sure she needs one just yet...” his tone switches, and it’s subtle but you know him too well to miss it. “...but as soon as you feel ready I’m very willing to start practising again.”

“You know, I think… I think I’m ready to start… practising.”

He swallows thickly, and you can see he’s holding himself back a little, for your benefit. He even backtracks a little. “You know I would never want to rush you, baby.”

“I know, Poe. So, what do you say, wanna make love?”

With unfortunate timing, the baby monitor crackles, transmitting a light cry from your daughter’s room.

“I’ll go check her.” Poe offers, patting your thighs for you to stand up and let him out from under you.

“You just want to smell her head again.”

“It’s the best smell, can you blame me?”

You smile to yourself. You love how soft and goofy and wonderful this man is. Every night should be like this, you think. How could anything be better?

***

When Poe does come back down to the living room you are already fast asleep, an open sketching pad nestled on to your chest. He thinks his heart might burst as he lifts it up for safe-keeping and notices you’ve drawn an adorable blurrg in there.

He casts his eyes over your sleeping form with nothing but love. He thinks you look so beautiful when you’re sleeping. He knows he couldn’t paint a prettier picture if he tried. No really, not with his skills. You’d agree; you’ve seen that blurrg, after all.  

He stoops, planting a gentle kiss to your forehead. He could swear that, impossibly, that he loves you even more than he did yesterday.

He stoops to pet Beebs as the corgi presses up against his ankles, giving him some well-deserved belly scritches. “Come on then big bro,” he whispers. “Let’s clear this mess up for Mama.”

Before he scoots around to collect up all the bottles and paraphernalia, he sets your sketchpad safely down on the coffee table. He can’t help but smile again. He knows what makes him happy. Happier than he ever thought he could be.

God knows why he said “monkeys”.

THE END

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Mean Girls 1 ½: A Beautiful Storm

Join Tiffany as she experiences all the ups and downs of high school, from dealing with crushes to negotiating with a hitman. Will she be able to make it through the school year without her friends finding out her dark secret or will she be forced to switch schools again? Find out in Mean Girls 1 1/2: A Beautiful Storm!

Warning! Contains a few swear words and possible misspellings!

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~Chapter One: Gucci Kween~

Author’s Nut: Heyy this the first fanfction I’ve ever writen! I no it’s not the best but I hope you like it! I already have many mor chapters ritten and i plan on postin at lest onc a weak. Ples fel free to leav fedbac and let me no if thers anyting you want to hapen next in the story!

This was it. My first day at Northshore High. I gracefuly hopped out of my glittery hot pink limo and threw my hot pink bedazled Gucci backpack over my smooth shoulder. I could hardly belive it! As I swung open the doors to the school. I was finaly hear!

I strutted down the hallway, my waste-length platinum blonde hair flowing behind me. I could fell everyones eyes on me. I didnt blame them really, after all I looked absoltely perfect! I was wearing my super sexy lite pink croppy toppy and my super duper cute and sexy HOLOOOO miniskirt that just barely reaches my booty and glitery white high heels.

And let’s not forget about my super cute and super expensive Gucci jewlrey! I had on my diamand gold Gucci earrings and a gold Gucci chain necklace and finallly not one but too silver diamaand wrap rings. All together the jewlery was worth WAY more than the lives of every single person in this school.

My make up was also perfect. Just like me. I had on super cute pink eyeshadow that made my glittering green eyes pop and foke eyelashes along with some cherri red lipstick and pinky blush!

I reach my classroom and walked in. Everyone stopped what they were doong and stared at me. I looked around and could find no empty seats. Suddenly, my aquantince Damian Leigh shoved a readheaded girl out of her seat and onto the florr.

“Yoo-hoo! Tiffany Mariah Lulu Margarita Kitty Swift!”, He shouted, calling me to sit in the now empty seat.

Sigh. I love it when people say my full name. I sauntered over, feeling everyone’s eyes on me. Specifically on my purky butt. I sat down, putting my 3000 doller Gucci backpack on the desk.

“Ohmagod Damian it’s been sooo long!”, I squealed engulfing the hevyset teen in a hug. I felt him smell my hair.

“I know right!”, he shouted.

“Hey there Tiffany”, a voice called out. It was none other than my closer aquantice Janice. She looked pretty scary but she was actuualy fun and hilarious.

“Janice! Hey! How are you doing?”, I questioned.

“Im living, arent I? I think that’s enough” she responded.

“Heyyy, do you have any food?”, I asked cutely, “ I have a case of the mounchies!!”

Suddenly, everyone jumped out of their seats and held out all sorts of different food to me.

“Oh my oh my!”, I blubbled, “Thank you so much everyone!” I graciously inhaled the food out of their hands like a fabulous Kirby.

“Youre ever so welcome!”, everyone said in uneson.

“Hey Tiffy”, a voice purred. I turned to see Kevin G. I always thought he was kinda cutie.

“Oh, hey Kevin!”, I chirped

“Whatcha doing later? Cuz Id love to see that thang up close.”, he smirked and he leaned over, trying to get a peek at my butt.

I gasped in anger. Who does he think he is?! I angrilly grabbed his head and pulled it down towards me.

“Whoa!”, Kevin laughed, “I love a girl who takes charge.”

All I could see was red as rage filled me and I quickly rapped my fingers aganast his forehead and sung out a little tune of incarnattian. Kevin looked at me confused before screaming in pane. Suddenly, he burst into a cloud of gold flacks that gentaley rained down onto the floor. I heard people gasp before rushing over and throwing themselves into on the flor trying to gather up the flakes.

Whoops. I sometimes forget to keep my powers a secret.

You see im not actully a human. I’m actully a fairy! I disguize myself as a human to fit in with everyone else because I think humans are super cool and adorkable cretures! As a fairy, I have the powers to not onlyly kill disrespeckful and evil humans also heal anyone I want! Also I have super cool beautaful wings that change color with my mood and makes me have a hevanly glow around my hole body.

I dont want every one to know that and freak out so thats why I disguiz myself and everyone just thinks Im a normal human and I have magikal hands.

Anyway the readhead girl found a seat on the floor in the back of the room. Class was pretty boring except for the readhead spilling coffe on Ms. Norburry making the teacher end up stripping in front of the super hawt principall. She was trying to upstage me and impress him but I could tell Principal Dammmn wasn’t interested in seeing Mrs. Whatsherfaces boobs especialy since I saw him checking me out earlyer in the hallway.

Class was almost over and I was just sitting theyre checking my nails when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned arond only to be met with the most dazzlin eyes I have ever seen. Besides my own of course. They belonged to an unbelievablly hot boy named Aaron Samuels. He was as beautiful as a baby giraffe giving birth to a super hot supermodel. I couldn’t help but gasp a little.

“Hey”, he started,” Sorry to bother you but im having a bit of trouble with this math problem. Do you think you could help me?”

To be continued...

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If you’re still doing the trope mashup, 6 and 13 (bookstore and detective) with Remile, please? Thank you!!

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Remulus Nox is a hotshot cop, and he looks damn good doing it.

So naturally, when he got a tip that a major-league drug deal might be going down at a local college in a week, he is on it, babes. Those poor bastards aren’t gonna know what hit ‘em.

So Remy’s got a week to kill, right? And while suuuuure, maybe he should be., like, investigating shit like his boring-ass partner is, Remy’s a bad bitch, and Mama needs his caffeine before he can get anythin’ done, hun.

The nearest Starbucks is inside a local library, and while Remy’s kinda sick of all these tiny gremlin children gawking at him – listen, he knows he’s hot shit, but come on. They’re like five years younger than him, which ew – he must say he’s intrigued when, while pushing past people to get to the drinks line like he’s parting the Red Sea, he bumps into an admittedly hot guy around his age wearing a fuckin’ sweater vest, of all the damn thing.

“Sorry, babe,” Remy replies, instinctively taking a step back to look up at the flippin’ giraffe. “Didn’t see ya there.”

The man giggles – frickin’ giggles, what the fuck? – and smiles at him. “No worries, there!” he chirps. “I shoulda been lookin’ where I was going.”

A second too late, Remy takes in the book cart the guy was wearing, and rolls his eyes. “So I’m guessing you work here, then?”

The man grins. “Yep!” He runs a hand through faded pink hair in desperate need of a dye job and leans back on the trolley. “Name’s Ethan, how about you?”

Remy flutters his eyelashes, snickering internally at the action. “Remy Nox, hon,” he replies smoothly, pushing his glasses up into carefully mussed hair. He slinks a hand into his jacket pocket, then offers Ethan a business card. “But you can call me whenever you want.”

Ethan blinks, then goes (an unfairly pretty) pink and begins to chuckle. “Well shucks,” he says, taking Remy’s number and slipping it into a back pocket, “I’m a little bit caught up in my studies right now, but I’m definitely going to call when I can.”

Remy raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms and cocking his hip. “College kid, huh? What’re you studying?”

Ethan bites his lip, distractedly adjusting his sweater. “Psychology, actually,” he says. “Hoping to become a licensed therapist, if possible.”

Remy tilts his head, furrowing his brows, and gives the man an appraising once-over. “Yeah,” he says, “I can see that.” His back pocket buzzes, and he scowls. “Ugh,” he says, “gotta get this.” Picking up the phone, he rolls his eyes. “Trevisan, this better be good.”

His partner’s clipped tones are biting even through the line. “Unlike some people,” Remy hears Logan say, “I’ve actually found a lead, and it’s time-sensitive. Get over to the corner of Sixth and Main – I have a possible suspect, but I can’t keep them here for long.”

“Fiiiiine,” he says. “But you owe me a coffee, bitch.”

“Dumbass.”

The line goes dead.

Remy grins apologetically at Ethan, who’s been watching the call curiously. “Gotta go talk to my business partner about a thing,” he says, easily lying through his teeth. Not that normally he’d be against telling the hot guy he’s a cop, but even he’s got some sense of when to keep shit hidden – and a few days before a drug deal when you don’t know who you can trust sounds like a pretty damn good time to withhold information if Rem’s ever heard one.

Ethan, for his part, just smiles at him. “Well,” he says, “I’ll still be here when you’re done.” He furrows his brows in thought, his tongue absently sticking out – and damn, if that’s not some cute shit right there. “I’m in here Monday through Wednesday,” he tells Remy. “Come see me when you can!”

Remy grins slyly. “Maybe I will,” he drawls, spinning on his heel and leaving the store as he lets his sunglasses fall back into their rightful place. “Maybe I will.”

Ohhhh, days like these, Remy hates being a cop. Not only is he stuck in the flippin’ drizzling rain with the biggest nerd he’s ever met, but his pants are ruined because of the mud they’re crouching in, his jacket is absolutely soaked, he’s not wearing his glasses, and the hot guy from the damn library is one of the fucking criminals.

Damn it.

“NYPD; hands in the air,” Logan calls out as he and Remy move in on the deal. “You’re surrounded!”

The criminals – as they so often do – make to scatter, but Remy isn’t too concerned. Their back-up has a damn sweet track record, after all. However, he thinks, as he races towards the bubblegum dumbass in the centre of the deal, gun at the ready, this was a lil too personal. Remy trusted his instincts, and having flirted with a criminal? Well, that just stung.

“Hands in the air, babe,” he hisses venomously, pointing his gun at Ethan. The guy’s either a moron or way too trusting of Remy’s general human decency, however, because all he does is narrow his eyes and take a step forward. “Nope!” Remy calls, weapon steady. “Nuh-uh, hon; not another step.”

Ethan rolls his eyes, and wow, not what Remy was expecting, and unfortunately, still kinda hot. “I’m gonna take out a piece of identification from my jacket,” the suspect says irritably, slowly broadcasting every move he makes as he haltingly reaches into his coat. “And after that, hopefully everything’ll make sense, ya Durland.”

Remy narrows his eyes, but allows the movement, watching the man carefully in case he tries to make a break for it. Instead, Ethan carefully unzips an inner pocket in his jacket, and takes out a bracelet with a barcode on it. “Scan it,” he urges, offering the offending rubber jewelry to Remy. “The hell?” Remy replies.

Ethan huffs, childishly pouting and sticking out his tongue at the cop. “Just do itttt,” he whines. “This’ll make a darn heck of a lot more sense and make everything easier if you do.”

Remy hesitates, and Ethan locks eyes with him, gaze fiery, piercing. Remy, feeling oddly vulnerable without his glasses, flushes.

“Do you trust me?”

The cop huffs out a, “No, what do you think?”, but obligingly takes the bracelet, scanning it using the barcode scanner on his phone. Two words flash onto the screen: The Doctor. Remy scoffs.

“What is this, some kind of weird roleplay?”

Ethan actually looks amused at that one, despite the obvious annoyance still present on his features. “Look that up in the deployed agents archive,” he urges.

Remy actually bursts out laughing at that one. “Bitch,” he says, “you think I have the clearance to do that from this dusty-ass street in the middle of nowhere? Please.” He straightens up, adjusts his jacket, and withdraws a pair of handcuffs. “Now, hon, if you’ll excuse me, I’m taking you down to the station for questioning.”

Ethan’s gaze cranks up from hot to blazing, and he actually nearly growls. “Remy,” he pleads, “you have no idea the kinda trouble you’re making right now. Just let me talk to another cop, someone who’ll look me up, for Bugs Bunny’s sake, and-”

“Picani?”

Logan’s absolutely shocked tone has Remy and Ethan snapping their heads to look at him. “Well hey there, Peridot,” the criminal says sheepishly, flashing the newcomer a wave with the hand he was previously using to hold out the bracelet. “You and your partner kinda. Uh. Messed things up for me here.”

Remy looks from the suspect, sheepishly grinning, to his partner, who seems absolutely flabbergasted. “Okay,” he says, “is anyone gonna bother tellin’ me what the hell is going on here?”

Logan grabs him by the arm, ignoring his partner’s squawking protests as he practically drags Remy to a more secluded area. “That,” Logan hisses, “is Emile Picani.” At Remy’s blank stare, he smacks himself on the forehead. “Picani, one of our best operatives, has been undercover for a year under the code name of The Doctor. Nox, we have gotten ourselves into a situation well above our pay grade here!”

Etha- no, Emile strides up to them, twirling a lock of hair around his finger, locking eyes with Remy. “And, hon,” he says, scorching annoyance fading now into easygoing resignation as he pushes his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose, “now we need ta figure out how to get me back in the game.”

Remy cocks an eyebrow, pushing down the hot, flighty burning at the back of his neck with practiced ease. “We?”

Emile grins. “Yep!” he replies cheerily. “Like it or not, you two are in on this now.”

He claps his hands delightedly, looking from one tot the other and back. “So! Let’s get to work.”

Remy groans – god, now he really needed that coffee – but, ever obligingly, follows the other man’s lead.

wow shit i have no idea if a n y of that is in character or if i’m just hella sleep deprived lmaooooooo

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Finding You Pt 2

Tatiana came back about a week after her first visit to Teller-Morrow, tired and sort of in a rush. This time, Happy saw her first and he watched her from afar while she went over to Clay. She seemed out of place to him. He watched how she interacted with Clay and how he treated her. From the distance he was standing, he couldn't hear them talk so he didn't know what was going on.

Over with Clay, Tatiana handed him the folder she pulled from her bag.

“Not many bills since I got caught up on some of them.” She sighed, tucking hair behind her ear.

“Alright. I'll do what I can.” He nodded, thumbing through them. “You look like you need sleep.”

“She ended up back in the hospital.” She looked down. “It's hard…”

“Shit. I'm sorry, kid.”

“I have to go to work and then go to the hospital to check on her when I'm done.”

Clay gently squeezed her shoulder before watching her go. He shook his head and went inside, Happy following him.

“Who's that?” He asked.

“Her name is Tatiana.”

Happy didn't ask, having a feeling he would find out. He went about his business, eyes flicking to the street every now and then until he finished and went inside to get a drink.

Tatiana came back 2 days later, looking less tired. Clay wasn't around. She looked around and went over to Jax.

“Where's Clay?” She asked.

“Oh he went out. Had to handle something.” He shrugged. “But uh… so you're my sister. Well, half…”

“Yeah.” She smiled and looked around, noticing someone staring. “Who's that?”

“Oh, that's Happy. He's what you'd call an acquired taste.”

Tatiana couldn't help but laugh, following Jax inside as they kept talking. Happy's eyes followed until they were out of sight and went back to what he was doing.

“Is his name really Happy?” Tatiana asked as she sat at the bar while Jax grabbed her a soda.

“Yeah. He's gotta have a story behind it but it's best you ask him about it if you want to.” He told her as he sat down. “So what did you need Clay for again?”

“I just wanted to check in with him, let him know mom was getting better.” She nodded, taking a long sip of her soda. “She's a fighter, that's for sure.”

“Sounds like it.” Jax smiled at her. “What are you into?”

“I dunno, normal things like putting things together, dancing… I spend most of my time with my mom if I'm not working or doing class work.” She shrugged and circled her finger around the rim of her can.

“You put your bike together?” Jax raised both brows in surprise. She nodded.

“Took me...6 months to get the parts together after buying it when it wasn't even working. It needed so much work done to it and it took me a whole year. Every minute I wasn't working or watching mom went into fixing it up. Mom would watch when she was feeling okay enough and told me how impressed she was.” she explained.

“Wow. You're talented as hell. Maybe you could come work here at the clubhouse or in the shop.” he offered. She shook her head.

“It looks like you guys have a lot of fun, but I'd miss both my jobs.”

Jax understood, not saying anything and nodding.

“Hey Jax, Clay needs you.” Gemma said, kissing her son on the cheek.

“Oh alright. See you around, Tati.” Jax said, getting up and walking out. Gemma smiled and looked at Tatiana.

“So, what is it you want from Clay? Attention? Money?” She asked, leaning against the counter.

“What? No, I'm just meeting him, seeing who my father is.” Tatiana replied, feeling a little uneasy.

“Mmhm. You just...waltz up here and bat your eyelashes, remind him of your mother and expect to make memories with your father? Clay isn't into the whole kid thing so-”

“Listen, Gemma. He's blood so I dunno what exactly you think this is, but I'm just here to meet him and get to know him. He's the only family I have left who actually gives a shit about my mother and me. I didn't ask for anything and neither did she, he offered to help with her bills since I'm struggling to keep everything from going to shit. That's it.” She cut Gemma off as she explained. Gemma eyed her then smiled.

“Hell, you're a good kid.” She pat her shoulder before turning to walk out, greeting Happy as he walked in.

Tatiana got up and went to throw away her can before looking around, ignoring the feeling of Happy's eyes on her as she moved around the lounge area of the clubhouse.

“You don't look like him.” He said after some less than comfortable silence. She blinked and looked at him.

“I'm sorry?”

“You don't look like Clay.”

“And you don't look happy.”

He chuckled, an amused look on his face. She rolled her eyes and went to sit back down, not really feeling up for conversation. He continued to watch as she pulled out a book and began reading, pulled from his thoughts as the rest of the club walked in.

“Jax is gonna go with Gemma tomorrow morning with the girls for booze and food. The rest of you finish whatever.” Clay said before going over to Tatiana. “You free tomorrow?”

“After work, why?”

“We're having a party.”

“So… Do I dress up or…?”

Clay laughed a little. “You don't have to. Not that kinda party.”

She nodded and smiled, glancing at Gemma who was looking at her before turning her attention back to Jax. Tatiana sighed and went back to reading. She didn't feel like part of the group yet, but she figured she would. Everything was still pretty new to her and she wasn't a part of their family, not yet anyways.

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Hey, what’ve you been up to today? I’m off until Thursday when I start my new job, so I slept in, ran some errands annnnd yeah that’s pretty much it. Oh and I’ve been binge-listening to the podcast Serial’s first season.  I decided I should get in to podcasts since I’ll be commuting on the metro for work and may get tired of listening to my music all the time, so I started Serial just to see what it’s about and wow I’ll probably finish season one before I start work lol Do you like Chinese food, Mexican food, or American food better? It really depends on my mood... I crave Mexican the most though probably Is your TV HD? Yeah, aren’t most all HD these days? What’s your favorite thing to order from Taco Bell? I don’t eat Taco Bell.  I used to looooove their cinnamon twist things though, they were good What do you think of off-brand soda? Eh, I prefer brands, even if non-brand tastes the same

Do you save pennies? Not specifically pennies but I save change in general just because it’s good to have sometimes. Are there any windows in your room? Two What’s your favorite scent? I just answered this fairly recently. I have so many favorites...cookies, fresh bread, apples, currently super into balsam ~tis the season and whatnot Do you like hot, cold, or lukewarm showers?

It depends but typically hot unless it’s really hot outside, then lukewarm ish Do you know what all the buttons on your remote control do? Nope If you could house any pet, what would it be? Giraffes are very impractical to have as pets I think but ugh I’d love a giraffe.  I’m good with dogs though, even though Britt has a pup that I spend a lot of time with because we live together, and I see my home pups a decent amount of times a month, I still want my own dog :( def can’t since I’m starting this new job, at least not yet

Do you smoke cigarettes? Nah What about weed? Also nah Do you pluck your eyebrows? Yeah sometimes.  For a few years I didn’t get them waxed and just periodically tweezed but they got crazy so I’ve waxed them a few times in the last few months Do you keep your room clean? I try to but it does get messy as the week goes on.  I think it’ll be better now that I’m no longer working from home Do you carry a wallet or a purse? I carry a wallet in my purse Would you rather it rain or snow? Maybe snow.  Rain gives me migraines sometimes Dark hair or light hair? Dark Do you grit your teeth a lot? No but I think I clench my teeth in my sleep sometimes Do you like to swing? On a swing set, sure.  Not in a relationship lolllll How about jumping on a trampoline? I haven’t in a while but I enjoy it Do you like when it snows, or does it just ruin your plans? I liked snow when I was in school and it got cancelled, but now as an adult it’s kind of an inconvenience more often than not Do you like the taste of beer? Not particularly. I can drink some though Are you toe nails currently painted? Nope Do splinters really hurt as bad as people portray them to? Sometimes they do Have you ever had Vodka and Red Bull? Yeah as a shooter Futhermore, what’s your favorite energy drink, if any? I used to drink Red Bull in college but don’t anymore.  So none Do you have long eyelashes? Sadly not really.  They’re decent and can look pretty long with good mascara but naturally they’re just eh Do you have long fingernails? Yes actually, my nail beds are deep af.  I weirdly used to be super insecure about having long nails like even when I cut them they’re still a decent length...that was back in middle school though now I’m like fuck yeah my nails are great lol Do you have long arm hair? It’s a normal length I think? Do you shave your legs? Yes when I feel like it Is your hair healthy? My ends are kinda dead currently but I don’t want to cut it How often do you wash your hair? Every other day at least, sometimes longer than that depending on how it looks/what’s going on in my life Do you love Family Guy, or hate it? I’m not a fan Does your family put up Christmas lights? Not outside, no.  Britt and I may put some on our balcony though What third generation console is your favorite? PS3, Xbox 360, or Wii? Wii  Do you use a closet or a dresser to put your clothes in? I use both What do you think about guys who wear pink? Good for them who gives a fuck what color people wear it’s 2018 Which do you like better – carpet or wood floor? Wood looks better If you could have any car, what kind would it be? A Jeep, I like both the Grand Cherokee and the Wrangler.  I’d also die if I had an old VW van  Do you cuss a lot? Yeah a decent amount What religion are you? None really.  Raised Catholic and had communion but we kinda fell off the church wagon after that and now that I’m older I’m like hmm, idk what I believe tbh.  So that’s that Have you ever done drugs? No What kind? - What’s your favorite fast-food restaurant? Chick-fil-a Do you like kids? Some haha, some can be bratty How often do you like to have sex? I’m single, not in a friends w/ benefits situation & not casually hooking up with randos sooooo yeah I’ll keep ya posted when that changes lol Do you do your own laundry? I’m 24. So yes. Do you have a cell phone or do you use a house phone? Cell Do you throw shit under your bed? I have a under-the-bed bin with summer clothes/shoes and my printer under my bed and that’s it Are you any good at math? I mean, basic math yeah.  And I was good at geometry.  But the rest, nah Do you like Dairy Queen? Omg I looooove DQ Zoe and I always used to go senior year Are you currently in college? If not, do you plan on going? I graduated two and half years ago holy shit I’m getting old How the fuck are your grades anyway!? I did pretty well minus like 2-3 stupid classes...well 2 stupid classes the other I kinda dropped the ball on on my own but hey I didn’t fail any! I’m really annoyed though that I have these recurring dreams about school like the ones where I never went to class and show up for the final and I’m like omg I’m gonna fail! Or I have the “I missed the bus oh noooo” dream and yeah idk I dream about school a lot and hate it because I’m always stressed lol Do you skip school often?

Lol contrary to my dreams I did not skip all semester. I did skip on occasion, depending on the class/time of day.  Oh but actually senior year I took a 100 level international relations course that had over 100 people in it and we had 4 exams total which made up the whole grade, and the exams were open note, so I legit never went to class aside from the first one and for the exams and I did well