#i’m so fuckin juiced for all the collabs happening

[undermattsun-archive]

TWO DAYS TWO DAYS TWO DAYS

grab ur tissues whores 

it’s the whorehouse porn (themed) compilation you’ve been waiting for ;) featuring your fave writers (+ artists) 

𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗲𝗯𝘂𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝟭𝟰𝘁𝗵

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 (𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸 !!!)

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲 + 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀:

𝗵𝗾:   

babysitter ✖︎ matsukawa | @undermattsun

delivery man ✖︎ fukunaga | @volleyballsimp​

boss/secretary ✖︎ kunimi (art) | @onefortyninecm​

𝗯𝗻𝗵𝗮:

fake taxi ✖︎ shinsou | @pomsuki​

casting couch ✖︎ shigaraki | @blahkugo

𝗷𝗷𝗸:

babysitter ✖︎ toji/megumi | @bakatenshii

dad’s best friend ✖︎ nanami | @sugardaddykenma

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀:

𝗵𝗾:

pool boy ✖︎ miya twins | @honey-makki

peeping ✖︎ semi | @ourladyofseijoh

boss/secretary ✖︎ kuroo | @strawberryakaashi

neighbors ✖︎ sakusa | @nyancatkuroo​

delivery man ✖︎ osamu | @kodzu-ken

doctor/patient ✖︎ shirabu | @messwriting

dad’s best friend ✖︎ oikawa | @miyaagis

student/teacher ✖︎ sugawara | @heauxzenji

step-dad ✖︎ romero | @lookslikeleese

stuckage ✖︎ ukai | @stonersugawara

masseuse ✖︎ ennoshita | @aoyukai

virginity ✖︎ tendou | @tendouswhxre

cucking ✖︎ suna | @animatedrapture

pool boy ✖︎ bokuto | @bokugaos

cucking ✖︎ kita/atsumu | @daishou-s​

burglar ✖︎ ikkei (art) | @terushimooo​

𝗯𝗻𝗵𝗮: 

cucking ✖︎ aizawa/dabi | @keiiichan​

peeping ✖︎ tamaki | @dymphnasprose

stuckage ✖︎ bakugou | @mega-bastard

gangbang ✖︎ lov | @unmeiii​

virginity ✖︎ bakugo | @rat-suki

𝗷𝗷𝗸:

burglar ✖︎ yuuji/sukuna | @bluntkingkuroo

“what are you doing stepbro” ✖︎ inumaki | @kittenkaashi​​

[jacksonroseroth]

Welcome To The Neighborhood Chapter 7

A/N: YO I totally forgot yesterday was Monday? But here’s chapter 7 of mine and @badwolf-in-the-impala‘s collab! Hope you guys enjoy it!

Warnings: Depictions of violence, Gun violence, angst

Words: 5,745

Moodboard by @badwolf-in-the-impala, none of the pictures are ours

~

That day, Harper called in sick to work, one of the reasons she was up so early. Kacey was already set to do the same, but Harper convinced her to go to her shift at the bar and the garage. She wasn’t the one who was hurt and Kacey made her promise she’d go and see Gemma then stop by the clubhouse after her shift. Harper promised and even let Kacey take her truck to work. One Kacey left, Harper took a shower, carefully rewrapping the bandages on her hands, then made her way down the street to Gemma’s. Instead of knocking, all the adrenaline gone and her knuckles rather sore now, she rang the doorbell, causing a very confused Gemma to answer it.

“Oh, Harper. Hey, Baby. What are you doing here? I thought you worked the breakfast shift today?” Gemma asked, stepping aside to let Harper in. Harper made sure to keep her hair down and her jacket zipped up, not even taking off her sunglasses off until she stepped past Gemma with her back to her. Once Gemma shut the door, Harper tossed her curls over her shoulder and unzipped her jacket as she turned to Gemma, as she turned from the door. She began to say something else, but stopped when she saw the bruise on her cheek, fingermarks on her neck and her bloodshot eyes from barely being able to sleep all night, not to mention the ungodly hour at which she got up for the day. “Oh...My God, Harper. Sweetheart, what happened?”

Harper gave a soft laugh as Gemma came over to her, cupping her face, gently, and pushing her hair back to examine her neck, gingerly taking her bandaged hands. “Um...I kind of had a run in with mine and Kacey’s exes yesterday?” She said, looking up at Gemma from the floor she was fixed on. Gemma blinked and said, “Who? Sweetheart, we can have the guys here in a matter of minutes. They can-”

“No! Gemma. No. No, I, uh…” Fear shot through her at the mere thought of the club getting involved. Gemma blinked, confused, as Harper gathered herself before she became completely undone and said, “Um...Listen, Gem, I think we need to talk…”

~

Harper laid everything out to Gemma; Their past, their exes, their involvement with the Mayans, and the most crucial detail, the fact that Kacey beat the shit out of Alvarez’s niece, unknowingly, but still. While Harper spoke, not even bothering to touch her mug of coffee that Gemma gave her, Gemma watched the sister, intently. She made her snide comments about Sara, ‘Dumb bitch’, ‘Stupid slut’ to name a few. And when Harper was done, ending her story with how she told Jax and that Kacey had told Opie, a silence settled on the women, Harper scared for her life while Gemma seemed to be cool and calm. Finally, a small smirk spread across Gemma’s face as she took a sip of her coffee and cleared her throat.

“Harper, what happened in your past doesn’t mean we won’t protect you any less,” Gemma said. “I mean, it would have been nice to know what we were getting into, but none of that matters right now. What matters is keepin’ you girls safe and makin’ sure this doesn’t happen again.”

Harper sighed and nodded, running her hands through her hair before bracing her hands against her scalp and staring at the table as she leaned on her elbows. “If I just picked a shop in like...Lodi or something...It all would have been kept quiet and no one would have found out...Fuck, I’ve probably ruined our birthday now, too…” She said. Gemma tsk’d at her and smiled, putting a hand on her arm and giving it a small shake.

“Oh, come on, now. I’m sure nothing is ruined.” Gemma said, making Harper give a small smile. “When are your birthdays?”

Harper sat back and chuckled, scratching her head before looking at her and saying, “Um, next week. We’re actually Irish Twins. A year to the day.”

Gemma blinked and said, “Well...that explains a lot.”

Harper gave a soft snort and chuckled. She shrugged and grabbed her mug, finally taking a sip off the, now cold, coffee and said, “Well, I just wanted to get her something nice for her bike and now…” Harper sighed and leaned on the table, hand shoved into her hair as she cradled the coffee cup close to her. “Everything has turned to shit.”

Gemma chuckled and said, “No, it’s not shit.”

Gemma chuckled and stood, going to the kitchen to make another pot of coffee. Harper followed her as Gemma continued, “We can have a party still. We can have it at the clubhouse.” She turned to Harper, who had an eyebrow raised in surprise at the suggestion. Gemma continued, “That way, if the Mayans or your exes try to get payback, then we’ll all be in a safer place. The guys will be there and we can close up the garage for the day if we have to.”

“Oh, Gemma….You-you really don’t have to do that. That’s a little much-” Gemma cut her off with a wave of her hand and shook her head, saying, “It’s nothing, baby. Anything for my future daughter in law.”

Gemma chuckled while Harper was left to do so, rather awkwardly, not entirely sure how her and Jax’s future really looked. But she played it off, not that she had to play it up much, as Gemma whisked by her to grab a notepad and begin to scribble down the supplies they would need to throw hers and Kacey’s party.

~

It was around 2 o’clock that afternoon when Kacey finally finished with her first shift at the bar, not at all ready for her next shift over at the garage. She heaved a sigh as she plopped down on one of the couches across the room from the bar, completely exhausted from the previous nights' events and being up so early; wanting nothing more at that moment than to go home and take a nap. But she still had to wait for Harper.

“You alright?” Opie chuckled as he moved her legs so he could take a seat beside her, placing her legs across his lap as he began to massage one of her calves gently, earning a groan of approval from Kacey.

“Yeah…” She replied, sitting up a little against the arm of the couch. “Just tired...and I still have my shift over at the garage still.” Kacey groaned and rubbed a hand across her face. “I would kill for a nap right about now.”  

“What times your next shift?” Opie asked curiously, ignoring the influx of noise as Tig and a few of the other guys rolled in to grab a beer; laughing about something.

“4…and only because I promised to cover for Juice’s dumb ass.” Kacey sighed with a small pout that made Opie chuckle softly as he leaned over to press a kiss against her lips. A low whistle came from the bar, making the pair break apart and turn.

“Oi, oi, oi! There’ll be none ‘o that!” Chibs called with a laugh.

“I was actually rather intrigued…” Tig joked with a coy smile. “Please, don’t stop on our account.” He motioned to the rest of the guys at the bar as Kacey rolled her eyes and sat back against the couch.

“In your fuckin’ dreams, Trager,” Opie called back as the room erupted in a brief fit of laughter before dying off as everyone returned to their beers as Opie turned his attention back to Kacey. “You still got an hour or so before your next shift…”

“And?” Kacey arched a brow at him curiously.

“And, I have a room…” Opie added in a low tone as he inched his hand up her thigh a little with a smirk. “I’m sure we can fit that nap in somewhere.” Kacey rolled her eyes at the implication and punched his arm, but otherwise left his hand where it sat on her upper thigh as she gave him a playful grin. A small squeal leaving her lips a few seconds later as Opie stood and snatched her off the couch as he started for the hall, the whole room suddenly filled with hoops and hollers.

“Watch out boys,” Piney said with a gruff laugh as he watched the pair pass by. “Looks like I’m about to get my first Grandkid!” The whole bar erupted in laughter again at the joke, as well as Opie yelling from down the hall at his dad before slamming the door to his room shut behind them. “Jesus, Pop!”

Piney let out a chuckle before going back to his beer and talking with the guys.

~

While Opie and Kacey cuddled and fell asleep, Opie having come out to ask his father to wake them for the start of Kacey’s shift, Harper showed up, quietly slipping into the clubhouse and going to the bar. She sat down and asked Half-Sack for a shot, or two. As she sat alone and quiet, not really wanting to get into any conversation about her scrapes with the guys, she looked up as Jax walked in from the garage, shrugging off his oil-stained work shirt. He stopped when he saw Harper sitting at the bar. She chewed her lip and looked down at the un-drunk shot sitting in front of her. Jax set the shirt aside, swapping it for his Kutte and went to her.

“Hey.” He said, softly, with a light smile. Harper glanced at him and gave a half smile.

“Hey.” She said, back. Jax slid his hand under her chin, turning her face toward him to check on her bruises. While she flinched, initially, at his movement, she allowed him to move her head and look, though her anxiety was growing rapidly as Jax was doing it around the guys. No one but the four of them and Gemma knew, and Harper had made sure to swear Gemma to secrecy until they were able to tell everyone all at once. Harper moved her chin from his grasp and turned away. Jax sighed and said, “How are you feeling?”

Harper gave a soft scoff and said, “Tired as hell.” She looked at him and quickly looked away again as she said, “I didn't really sleep last night…”

“Harper, I would have stayed, babe.” He said. Harper chuckled and shook her head.

“It wouldn’t have helped if they had shown up.” She said, looking back up at him once more. When Jax blinked, his brows furrowing together in confusion, she said, “Yeah. Um, Nico said they knew where we were. Alvarez saw us that day and...I guess he had his people do some digging...And they found us.”

Jax took a deep breath and let it out slowly, as not to freak Harper out the way he was. He shifted closer to her, sliding a hand around her waist, and said, “Okay, Harper, listen. I’m gonna take you home and you’re gonna pack a-”

Harper shook her head and downed her shot before she stood and said, “No. Jax. Keeping us on lockdown won’t help. They’ll still know to come here and then they’ll end up shooting up the clubhouse and we’ll have put everyone at risk.”

“Then...Half-Sack can stay with you. Harper, I’m not okay with letting you out there alone, right now.” Jax said. He lifted a hand to cup her cheek, moving a little closer, but Harper moved away from him.

“Listen, Jax. I have to go. Um...If you see Kacey let her know I stopped by and-and I’m okay.” She said, slipping her bag over her head, settling it across her chest. As she made her way to the door, Jax tailed her, trying to stop her.

“Hey. Harper. Baby, just talk to me.” Jax said, gently taking her upper arm. Harper turned to him, stepping closer and whispering, “Jax. Can we not do this here? I’m not trying to announce to the entire fucking club that we dated Mayans, okay? If you want to talk...Just…”

Harper shook her head and held up her hand, shaking it as well to wave him off. She deeply didn't want to continue this conversation, in fact, she was prepared to pack up and move on to the next town, but they had grown to like the life they were starting to build here. Despite being so close to their past, being in Charming made them feel miles away. Harper shook her head and turned on her heel, walking back out to her bike. Jax sighed and stayed in the doorway as he watched Harper start her bike and ride off the lot.

~

Throughout the next week, Harper made little appearances at the clubhouse, making sure to call ahead and see if Jax was around. With her bruises and cuts still healing, she didn't want to draw any unwanted attention to her just yet. While Kacey began to settle with her feelings and relationship with Opie, Harper began to question hers with Jax. Harper always protected her sister and if she had the power, she would make sure Alvarez saw their score as settled and left Kacey alone even at Harper’s expense. The week came and went and Gemma had everything planned for the sister's party that Saturday. Friday morning, Kacey jetted off to her shift at the garage while Harper lounged at home, enjoying a day off.

As she finished doing her nails, unplugging her LED dryer and putting everything away, a knock came at the door. For a split second, her heart dropped, petrified that it was a ploy, but she quickly pushed those feelings aside as she grabbed her gun, cocking it before she left her bedroom. Pressing the muzzle flush against the door, she cracked it, surprised to see Jax turn and step onto the porch, as he had started for his bike. He gave her a small smile, slowly making his way back to the door.

“Hey, Jax,” Harper said, setting her gun down on the side table before opening the door for him. Jax pushed open the door and walked in, closing it behind him, as Harper picked up her gun and stashed it on their bookshelf before heading into the kitchen and grabbed two mugs. She poured the coffee in silence, Jax taking a seat at the table to wait for her. She went to the table and sat across from him, sliding his mug of coffee over to him. He gave her a smile and took it, taking a sip, while Harper’s just sat there, untouched.

“How are your hands?” He asked. Harper slid her hands over the wood and gave him a smile as he slid his fingers over her nearly healed cuts. She chewed her lip and pulled them back as she said, “All healed.”

She picked up her mug and took a sip before sitting back. Jax sighed and said, “Harper, come on. You have to talk to me...You’ve been avoiding me all week.”

Harper sighed and stood, taking a few steps away toward the counter, before turning back and leaning against it, crossing her arms. “There’s nothing more to talk about.” She said. “You know my past.”

She gave a small shrug and added, “What more is there?”

Jax scoffed and stood as he said, “Maybe the comment about us not being able to work out long term? If you felt that way to begin with, what the hell have we been even doing the last few months?”

Harper’s eyes filled with tears as she looked away from him. “I...Was just trying to fool myself into thinking it was real.” She said. “None of my relationships ever worked out before, so...Why should this one be any different?”

“Because I care about you? I love you?” Jax said, moving closer to her, cupping her cheek and making her face him. His other hand slid around her hip while one of her hands gripped his shirt, the other latched onto his arm. She shook her head as she tried to fight the tears, but ultimately lost. “Is it because of Nico? That’s why you’re afraid of this?”

Harper sighed and pushed him away, moving from her spot into the living room, where she crossed her arms and kept her back to him. “I’m n-not scared, Jax. I-” She sighed and bit her lip. “I know it won’t work out. I’ve dated biker boys before and they’re all selfish and never wanted me for anything more than a pretty old lady and sex…”

Jax came up behind her, slipping his arms around her and holding her back against him as he nuzzled her hair. “I never wanted you for that, Harp. You’re worth more than that.” He said softly. Harper closed her eyes and let a small smile spread across her face, as she slid her hands over his and leaned into his touch. She couldn’t deny she loved the way he made her feel, but she refused to believe it could be anything real.

“It’s never worked, Jax...What makes us any different?” Harper asked, her voice breaking slightly as she gave a soft sniffle. Jax turned her toward him and cupped her cheek, pulling her closer.

“Because I love you, Harper.” Before he let her say another word, his lips claimed hers and he held her close, sliding his hand from her cheek into her hair. Harper let out a soft whimper as she slid her hands up his chest and wound her arms around his neck, trying to deepen the kiss. Jax pulled his hand from her hair and wrapped both arms around her waist, lifting her. Harper lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist as Jax tugged down the shoulder of her shirt, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and across her shoulder. Harper sighed and tilted her head back as she pushed his Kutte down, off one arm at a time until it dropped to the floor. Jax felt around for her doorknob, twisting it and pushing open the door.

Jax laid her on the bed and tore off his button up and T-shirt while Harper tugged her shirt over her head and wiggled out of her jeans. Jax hovered over her, kissing her again as his hand slid down her side, hooking behind her knee and pulling her under him even more. Harper sighed and tilted her head back as Jax began to kiss down her neck, wrapping a strong arm around her.

“Jax-” Harper breathed softly. Jax pulled away and unbuckled his belt, pushing down his jeans and boxers. Harper scooted back onto the bed and Jax climbed on, inserting himself between her legs. Harper slid her fingers over his beard then his cheeks, tears still in her eyes she smiled, lightly at him and said, “I love you.”

Jax smiled and pulled her closer, kissing her deeply before he laid her back against the pillows, pulling her panties down, slowly.

~

Kacey was more than a little excited the next day as they rolled up to the club for the party, backing their bikes into their usual spots before climbing off and heading inside. It had been a very long time since she and Harper had a decent birthday bash, so when found out Gemma’s plan to throw them a party, she was more than on board. Especially since it would be a nice distraction from all the other bullshit going on in their lives right now.

Kacey had to reign in her excitement as she all but bounced across the lot to the clubhouse, ready to get her drink on and have a good time. Harper shaking her head at her sister’s antics as they reached the door. “Jesus, Kay, you’d think we’ve never had a party before.” She chuckled lightly.

“Well, it’s been a good long while since we’ve had a decent one at least,” Kacey replied. “So excuse me for being excited.”

Harper chuckled and shook her head, calling out to Half-Sack for a beer and two shots. If her sister intended on doing this, they were going to do it right. Taking the shots, the sisters held them up, in a toast, smiling at each other as they said, “Yay, sisters.” And downed their shots.

Once those glasses hit the bar, everything went off. Gemma walked in with Clay, Tig, and Chibs, the three men grabbing the girls and hoisting them into the air, hooting and hollering, as the sisters screamed and laughed, shouting at them to put them down. Gemma chuckled and slid a hand over Clay’s shoulder, silently telling him to listen to them. The girls were set down only to be mauled by Tig and Chibs hugging them, slinging their arms around their necks and calling for more shots.

“Hey, now,” Gemma said, giving them a look as she set her bag down on the bar, taking a seat. “Let’s not get too wild with the shots just yet.”

Kacey gave a small pout at Gemma’s comment. “Aw, C'mon...I’m not getting governed already, am I?!” She whined. “I’ll keep my clothes on this time...I mean, I make no promises, but I’ll try--”

“Jesus, Kacey!” Harper laughed. “Can we have one birthday where Taz does not make an appearance?”

Harper chuckled and shook her head, climbing back into her seat as she nursed her beer.

“Hey, the streaking incident was one time, ok! One time!” Kacey replied with a playful glare directed at her sister. Harper snorted and said, “Just because it wasn’t our birthday…”

Chibs let out a wolf whistle and said, “Yeh’ve been a naughty lit’le one, ‘aven’t yeh?” As he slipped an arm around her shoulders with a chuckle.

“Oh, Chibby...you don’t know the half of it.” Kacey chuckled as she patted his chest, trying to put on her best innocent expression before slipping out of his grasp, Harper simply rolling her eyes as she watched her sister skip over to Opie.

“‘Christ, ye lucky bastard.” Chibs shook his head as Opie let out a laugh before leaning down to kiss Kacey; wishing her a happy birthday. As he held Kacey closer, he looked up at Harper and smirked, saying, “And happy birthday to you too, Harper.”

Harper tilted her beer to him and chuckled. With a wink, she said, “Thank you, Opie.”

Tig put an arm around Harper’s neck and said, “So, Gem, baby, what’s the plan? Just a cookout? No fights, no competitive drinking? C’mon! Where’s the fun in that?”

“It’s not a party for you, Tig,” Opie said, causing a laugh from everyone else. Tig made a face, mocking Opie, then started chatting with Harper and Juice, as he joined from chapel, sitting next to Harper at the bar.

Kacey leaned over, catching Tig’s attention and motioning for him to lean closer. “Between you and me…” She stared. “I see no reason to veto the competitive drink.” Harper groaned as she overheard the comment. “Hey! I bet I could take him; easy.” Kacey added, directing it towards her sister.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Tig chuckled. Harper shook her head and slid off her seat as she said, “Good Lord. Okay! Gemma. Can we get the fuckin’ grills going?”

Gemma chuckled and said, “Clay and Piney are gonna get those started once Jax and Bobby get back with the meats.” She got off her stool and held out a hand toward her, waving her over. “Come on, baby. Let’s get some of the appetizers ready.”

Harper polished off her drink and set the empty bottle on the bar, going to Gemma. They put their arms around each other as they marched off to the kitchen, Gemma tossing a look over her shoulder at Clay, to which he nodded and chuckled, patting a hand on Piney’s chest and said, “Let’s go, old man. We’ve gotta hunt down the goddamn charcoal. Jax and Bobby should be back soon.”

Piney chuckled and finished his drink, kissing Kacey’s cheek and offering the sisters a happy birthday, he stood and followed Clay out of the clubhouse.

~

By the time Jax and Bobby got back, unloading the bags from the van, Juice jumping in to help, Kacey and Tig were already on their 4th drink within the hour and showed no signs of stopping. Harper was in the kitchen cutting up fruits and veggies when Jax walked in.

“Hey, Mom,” Jax said, setting his bags down. Gemma turned to him and smiled, wiping off her hands before she kissed his cheek and dug through the bags.

“Did you get everything?” She asked, setting out the cupcakes and cookies before she grabbed the ground beef, taking it over to the stove. Jax chuckled and nodded as he said, “Yeah, Mom. It’s all in there. Everything on your list.”

He scooted through the small kitchen, over to Harper. He slipped an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek, kissing her slowly when she giggled and turned to him. “Hi.” He said. “Happy birthday.”

Harper chuckled and said, “Hi. Thank you.”

“What are you making over here?” Jax asked, sliding both arms around her and resting his chin on her shoulder. Harper giggled and shrugged him off as she said, “I’m making fruit salad and a veggie plate and your mom is fixing some chili.”

Jax glanced over at the huge, tall pot that sat bubbling on the stove and said, “Ooh, you are in for some spice, babe. Have you had Gemma’s chili before?”

“No. This is the first time.” Gemma said, giving her son a look and a smirk. “I thought it was only right that they have it at their party for the first time.”

Jax chuckled and kissed Harper’s cheek again as he let go of her waist. “I’ll see you later, babe. I’ve gotta help set some stuff up.” He said. Harper turned to him and smiled as he kissed her again. She slid her fingers over his cheek and kissed him again, softly, before he and Bobby left. Juice popped in to bring the last bag of groceries in, then the two women were left alone. Gemma glanced at her as she quietly cut up the watermelon and she said, “How are things going with you two?”

Harper glanced at her and gave a small sigh. “Good, I suppose.” She said. “He, um, stayed at the house last night, so…”

Gemma chuckled and said, “Well, that’s good. I noticed you kind of stayed away from the clubhouse this week.” She wiped her hands and moved a little closer to her, leaning a hand on the counter, she said, “Did you guys talk?”

Harper nodded and gave a small smile. “Yeah. We talked. Everything is fine now.” Harper said. Before Gemma could probe any further, Kacey swung around the corner, teetering a little. Both Gemma and Harper turned, with a smirk, and watched the younger Calhoun as she swayed and giggled.

“Harper! There you are.” She giggled, taking a few steps into the kitchen, then those same steps right out. Just before she fell backward, Tig showed up behind her and caught her.

“Whoa. Hang on there, princess.” Tig chuckled. Harper shook her head and looked at Tig, saying, “You let her get that drunk? Sober her up, will you? I really don’t wanna have to chase her through the streets again.”

Gemma chuckled and shook her head, going back to her chili as Kacey said, rather offended, “Hey!...That was one time...And I’m not drunk...Not yet.” Another giggle passed her lips as Tig led her back over to the bar, this time calling for a glass of water. Gemma gave the pot a quick stir then went to Harper, taking the bowl and knife from her. She nodded out to the bar and said, “Go on, sweetheart. I can finish this up. Go have some fun.”

~

The party went off without a hitch; There were drinking and games, a few fights for money broke out, but otherwise, it was just like any other SAMCRO shindig they had been to. Gemma made sure the girls knew about everything that was going to happen, but one. When everything seemed to settle, everyone snuggling up with their old ladies or a beer, or just hunkered by the firepits and talked, Gemma brought out a beautiful three-layered German Chocolate cake, Clay following behind and motioning for people to start singing. Harper sat in Jax’s lap, Kacey snuggled up next to Opie. When the singing started, both sisters jumped and turned, Harper turning a little flush as the singing got louder and Gemma brought the cake over to them. Jax and Opie pulled the girls up off the couch and stood behind them, singing along, as Gemma set the cake down on the table.

Just before the girls blew out their candles, an engine revving caught everyone’s attention and before they could react, three pickups burst through the gate, as they drifted into the lot, at least 4 men in each bed, they stood and pulled out their guns, beginning to fire. All at once, everyone scrambled, they had already begun to scurry into the clubhouse once the gate got broken down, but many were still caught in the crossfire as the club shot back, hitting a few of them. Jax and Opie pushed the girls over the couch, shouting for Gemma and Clay to get them inside. As Gemma grabbed their hands, pulling them over to the door, Kacey stumbled over one of the benches and went down. She quickly popped back up, making the mistake of glancing over at the trucks. She immediately locked eyes with Bastien as he smirked at her, aiming his gun right for her and firing. Kacey scrambled around, trying to avoid any bullets. Just as she got to the door, she felt a searing pain in her shoulder and her leg. She went down and Harper yanked her sister inside, holding her close as she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the gunfire to end. Tears seeped through her closed eyes as Kacey clung to her, screaming for Opie and Jax.

Finally, the shooting stopped and the sound of tires squealing echoed throughout the lot as the trucks took off. Half the club ran after them, trying to take down as many shooters as they could,

while the other half hauled the dead Mayans into the garage. Harper opened her eyes as Kacey was ripped from her arms. She started to shout at whoever took her, but she was hauled up herself, being crushed by Jax’s arms. She clung to him and burst into tears, Kacey burying her face in Opie’s chest and doing the same.

“Hey, hey. Shh. It’s okay. It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” Jax whispered in her ear, though his voice broke more than once as he did so. Harper shook her head and said, “This-This is all my fault. Jax, I’m so sorry!”

Harper sobbed into his chest as Jax called out to Clay, asking if anyone was hurt. There were a few members that had taken a bullet to an arm or a leg, but nothing serious. Jax sighed and kept Harper close, turning to ask Gemma if she was okay, but his words were lost as Kacey screamed, the pain suddenly hitting her and her leg giving out on her. Opie caught her and picked her up carefully, bringing her into chapel and setting her on the table. Harper pushed Jax’s hands away and hurried to her side, gripping her hand and crying. She looked over her sister as Opie cut away the pant leg that was soaked in blood. Chibs was on the other side of the table, pressing a towel to Kacey’s arm.

“What-What happened?!” Harper shouted through her tears.

“Dinna worry yerself, lass,” Chibs said, flashing a quick, reassuring smile. “No bullets. It only grazed her. She should be jus’ fine. Juicy! I need more towels, laddie!”

Harper shook her head and let out a choked sob, squeezing her eyes shut and pressed their clasped hands to her forehead. She looked at her sister and said, “Kacey, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”

Kacey sniffed and shook her head, gripping her hand tighter. “Harp, it’s okay.” She sobbed, softly, trying to bear through the pain. Harper sniffed and watched as Opie tore off his Kutte and his shirt, pressing it to her leg, making her hiss in pain. Jax’s hand closed over Harper’s shoulder, his other on her arm, tugging her away.

“Let me go, Jax!” Harper shouted, pushing at his hands. Jax pulled her from the table as Juice rushed over with more towels, asking what else he could do. As Chibs told him what he needed to stitch her up, Harper stared at her sister, bleeding out on the table. Jax took her face and turned her to him.

“Harper. She’s going to be okay. Chibs can stitch her up.” Jax said. Harper shook her head, more tears falling.

“No! No, she-she has to get to a hospital!” Harper shouted, trying to break away from Jax’s grasp to go back to Kacey, but Jax had a strong arm across her shoulder to keep her still.

“Not ta worry, darlin’!” Chibs called, with a smile. “I was a medic in t’e British Army. I can fix her up. Dinna worry.”

Harper let out a soft whimper, wanting to believe him, but was more worried with losing her sister.

“Harp, she’s going to be okay,” Jax said again, a little softer this time. Harper looked at him as he moved his hands from gripping her upper arms and slid them around her waist. “You’ve gotta let them work, baby.”

Harper bit her lip and nodded, letting Jax pull her closer and she rested her head on his chest and cried softly as Juice closed the doors on Chibs’ orders. Gemma came over and led Harper over to one of the couches to sit her down and let her cry while Jax and Clay rallied the rest of the members and went on lockdown, making sure there would be no other attacks that night.

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[agent-darkbootie]

Doll ?

Doll: For an unknown amount of time, the afflicted will be transformed into a child, and their memories will be altered to fit this change.

Doranawoke and rolled over with the expectation of seeing the morningsunlight framing the face of his lover. Instead, the morning sunlightwas framing the face of…a child. He froze, certain that his hearthad stopped.

Thathair…

Unmistakeable.Val. His first thought was that this was a very strange way tointroduce the child of a fling from a time before they were togetherto your lover, though…with the timeline of their relationship itdidn’t make sense at all. Still, he snuck out of bed and searched thehouse for Val. When that failed, he sat at the edge of the bedstaring at the child with only one conclusion. Bright grey eyesopened and stared at him sleepily.

“…Val?”

Thechild rubbed his eyes and sat up, dark curls falling all about hisface as he scanned the room and Doran, not quite recognizinganything. He began to cry.

“n-nononono need to make that…horrible…sound-ahyou’re leaking??I….AZULITA?”

Hecalled over his shoulder for Val’s familiar, then attempted to thumbat the bond between their souls for any kind of answer—was it stillthere? Was he safe?

Feelinga small tug, Val’s crying stopped and downgraded to sniffles and helooked up at the blonde sitting before him. Doran suddenly feltcalmer—much calmer than the lizard that scuttled up in a panic andtook a moment to stare at the scene before her.

Shebit Doran. “WHAT YOU DO”

Flinching, becauseAzulita bit like a fuckin shark, Doran hissed with the pain. “It isnot my fault. But this is…it’s Val. It’s some..spell orcurse I…” He lifted his arm, shaking it a moment to dry anddislodge her. “You are going to upset the child.”The nakedchild…they didn’t have children’s clothes. Right. Doran wondered ifVal knew him.

“Val? It…this isyou in there, yes?”

The skink releasedher grip ONLY because she didn’t want Val to cry again, crawling overand curling up around him. The child made a noise of joy and huggedher.

“Lagahto!” Hisbright grey eyes sparkled at Doran as he heard his name. “Holaaa~”

Doran’s heartclenched. Big grey eyes, giant dark curls, tiny little voice….aprotective instinct hit him like a sack of bricks and he resisted theurge to grab Val’s face and kiss his little tear stained cheeks.

“H…hole-ah….Doyou know who I am, darlin’?

A shake of his headsend his curls bouncing, but he grinned and within him resonated afeeling of Yes?

His attentionshifted elsewhere and he began to crawl to the edge of the bed,crying a bit as Doran tried to stop him. He felt the hunger Valpushed at him.“Ah….okay. Azulita, you…watch him. I’m goingto see about….figuring this….clothes and…..just watchhim.”Easier said than done. The ordeal ended with Val sittingon the floor downstairs, crying in hunger, and Azulita with a soretail screeching in frustration. Doran immediately came down, sheetsand scissors in hand as he attempted some makeshift clothes.

“What-what iswrong?”

Hunger

“…Ah.” Settingeverything down, he scooped the wailing child into his arms andbalanced him on his hip as he pulled out an assortment of cheese andvegetables. Slicing them with some magic, and accidentally nickingthe counter out of stress, he had a plate of food to set in front ofVal within a minute. Within 10, Doran had succeeded in stitchingtogether a pair of pants, a shirt, and a braided hairband all with asnacking Val sitting contently in his lap.

“Alright. There.That should be fine….have…you been taught how to…….er, whereto use the bathroom? Should I have made a nappy…?”

Now dressed, Val wasrunning around the cottage picking things up to examine and thenputting them down in favor of other things. Picking up the scissorsled to a panic, however, and after that ordeal Val was trying thedoor.

“Afuera!”

His demand wasn’tanswered and he went to climb a chair to do it himself. Doran pluckedhim up and sighed.

“You have noshoes, that is not wi-”

“Déjame!!”He squirmed in his arms. Doran was flooded with emotions: restless,bored, excited.

He sighed.

“Alright, fine.But you are not leaving my arms.”

A lie. The walk tothe market led to a game of “try to keep the child in your line ofsight”, “buy him the thing so he doesn’t cry”, and “dear godget that out of your mouth.”

Eventually Doran wasable to pick him up without a struggle after a good bit of time ofrunning around, and got him home. Dinner was a struggle—a childcannot eat a full size steak. So he cut it. Then panicked because hemight choke, so he cut it again…and again…until it was basicallya mash of minced meat mixed with onions and other vegetables. Withoutthinking, he set down a glass of their favorite wine, thenimmediately snatched it up and replaced it with juice.

Bathtime followedand while it initially went smoothly, getting Val out was anordeal.

Fussy and stubborn,Val fought every effort to remove him from the water until it turnedinto a splash fight. They laughed and drenched each other with thewater—and then Doran pulled the plug, draining the tub and earninghim a look of pure betrayal.

And he felt it tothe core.

“Don’t-don’t dothis to me. You can’t live in the bathtub, it’s not reasonable.”

Valdidn’t struggle as he lifted him out, but he did pout and give puppyeyes as he was dried off and dressed. As he set the child down backin the living room, he paused to wipe the sweat from his forehead—andthen panicked as Val pulled a chili off the counter and put it in hismouth.

“VALENTINONO-”

Andnothing happened. The child munched quietly on the pepper and staredat him with confusion, giving him a dimpled grin before crawling upinto the window seat.

“wh…You…. Have always been a spice witch, then haven’t you, habanerochild. Interesting. I was expecting… I was… It matters not.”His heart was still hammering in his chest, but he calmed himself,caving into the urge to gently poke Val’s dimple because… It wasadorable. He wasn’t used to this feeling “So. What time do yougo to sleep? Can I lay you in bed?”

“No!”

Thoughhis sleepy eyes betrayed him, and Doran felt his heart clench.Instead of resisting, this time he picked the child up and put littlekisses all over—his forehead, nose, cheeks, chin.

Val’stiny face nestled into his neck and for a moment Doran was certainthe love he felt would kill him. “Oh. Ohhh, darlin’. It’s…It’s alright.” He bounced the child gently I’m his arms, hummingan old sea shanty. When he thought Val was asleep, he walked up thestairs to the loft and tried to set him on the bed.

AndVal fussed, so he picked him back up and took him down to the couchwhere they lay down. Snuggled up on his chest with his thumb in hismouth, Val dozed off and Doran cried from complete exhaustion beforepassing out himself. He even slept through the sunrise, which wasunheard of. Though when he did wake, Val was not asleep on his chest.

Terrifiedthat tiny Val had wandered off while he was sleeping. His attempt tovault over the back of the couch ended with a thump on the floor ashe fell. “Eugh…. Uh mmmnnn…”

“Are…youalright?”

Valwas standing in the kitchen, making tea, and he was…grown up again.An adult. Normal.

“I…uh….youwere a child. A-a 2 year old. I had to-”

“Ihad that weird dream too. I supposed you’re picking them up now…I’msorry.” He laughed. “I was a handful when I was little.”

Doranhuffed and rubbed his eyes. “Y…yes. Yes you were.”

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Collab with @queenofthearcana for this one. Cause Doran was overdue for a hard time.

[lokisbutt]

7, 8 (queen songs), 13, 20, 26, 27, 62, 91, 100

thank you mr wedge ily!!

7. Biggest turn offs:

when people think i care about the fact that they’ve been drinking, poor hygiene, being rude to service workers, constant negativity

8. Top 5 Queen songs:

in no particular order bc i cant choose: seaside rendezvous, under pressure (i love david bowie so much so its the perfect collab), innuendo (mostly bc the music video is incredible), hammer to fall, and don’t stop me now!!

13. Life goal:

i want to do something that impacts others, even if it’s just one person. and i want to do it with someone really fuckin cool by my side

20. Height:

i’m five foot six and three-quarters, thank you very much

26. What’s one thing you regret?

quitting dance when i was younger, but it’s not something that eats at me. i like to think i don’t have any huge regrets

27. First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive:

jake gyllenhaal no contest. no challenge. next question.

62. Have you ever felt an earthquake?

i live in california so yes i have but tbqh it’s only been like 3. two-ish small ones and then the big one that happened here around ‘03. my body is like a rock or smth bc whenever people are like “omg did you feel the earthquake” im like “no i was busy drinking juice”

91. Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?

no but i have gotten in willingly with my clothes on cuz i was an edgy 13 year old!! i played water polo for 2 years but we all had a silent mutual agreement to only push people in when they were in their suit

100. Give us one thing about you that no one knows.

i once had a sex dream where i had a dick and i used it to fuck a washing machine

thanks again pal hope it was everything you dreamed of