#jackie's box is killing me from the inside

[coyotethursday]

based on personal experience

[tabithatwo]

i'm all the way in my jackie nat feelings, so if anyone wants to take a walk down alive milf natalie and alive milf jackie lane, here's a contextless snippet from chapter 18 of my post s1 divergence, surpise, jackie was alive the whole time but only lottie and van knew, adult timeline fic called always be my baby. if you haven't read but you need a jackienat conversation, i think you should be able to follow along well enough. if you're planning on reading, this doesn't really spoil much plot. they're so fucking special to me it hurts!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

She was making her way down the hall opposite Van and Tai’s room to make sure the large picture window at the end of it was latched tight when she heard it.

A muffled cry from behind a closed door. Jackie paused and listened—gasping breaths, quiet sobs.

Natalie.

Fuck.

Jackie sent a quick text to Shauna—Checking on Nat real quick, will be up soon. Don’t worry xx—and knocked gently on the door.

The cries stopped and blankets rustled.

“Natalie?” Jackie’s hand was still raised, hovering near the doorknob. She was going in no matter what. She’d use the master key that hung on the door of the pantry if she had to, she wasn’t leaving her to cry alone after she took a fucking rifle to herself last week, but she’d much rather Nat invite her in. “It’s me…can I come in?”

A loud sniffle and an exasperated exhale.

“It’s open.”

Nat’s voice was strained, her words slurred. Jackie pushed the door open slowly, peering around it to get an idea of what she was walking into.

Nat hadn’t washed her makeup off—black rimmed her eyes and trailed down her cheeks. There were gaps in it, finger marks where she’d smudged it as she tried to wipe it away. She was still in her clothes, a worn band tee and black jeans that clung to her thin frame, and she was laying with her head toward the foot of the bed, her legs extended straight up against the wall. She looked at Jackie upside down, the top of her head digging into the mattress and her chin tilting into the air.

Her right arm hung off the bed, her fingers absently grazing the neck of an empty bottle of chardonnay that sat abandoned on the persian rug. There was a nearly-empty roll of toilet paper next to her left hip and used tissues littered the nightstand and the floor.

“I’ll never get used to seeing you walk through the fucking door,” Nat rasped. “Like looking at a goddamn dream.”

Jackie stepped inside, shutting the door behind her.

“I don’t think you’re the only one who feels that way.”

“Mmm, bet not,” Nat agreed, relaxing into the bed again, her face obscured by a tangle of dark brown hair. One-dimensional—a box-dye job, one Jackie had given herself in gas station bathrooms and airport hotels.

Jackie walked around to the other side of the bed and slipped in, mirroring Nat’s position, their feet next to each other against the light green wall. She looked at Nat, cheek resting on the thick blanket, and Nat did the same, one brow arched.

“Are you okay, Natalie?” Jackie tried to keep her tone casual. Tried to sound more like hey, what’s going on than are you going to off yourself?

Nat chuckled, but the laughter in it was overpowered by the thick, painful sound in her throat.

“I’m not gonna kill myself, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Well.

“Happy to hear that,” Jackie gave her a small, sad smile, “but I’m asking about more than just that, y’know.”

“Yeah,” Nat sighed, shifting her gaze back to the ceiling, “I know.”

She smelled like alcohol and cigarettes and heady, earthy perfume. Jackie traced one of the black lines on her cheek with her eyes, following it all the way to her earlobe, and she waited. Waited like she had with Shauna last night, like she had with Taissa moments ago. Sometimes silence was what they needed—these beautiful, tortured, stubborn women who hated communicating their fucking feelings more than just about anything else.

A fresh tear followed the path of the black streak. Natalie’s lower lip twitched. She threw her arm over her face, burying her eyes behind her elbow, just in time to hide the sobs that wracked through her. Jackie wanted to hold her. She wished she could wrap her up and squeeze her tight, but this was Nat. There was no fucking way she wouldn’t get shoved off the bed.

“I just liked knowing he was out there somewhere,” Nat said suddenly. “He was a fucking…asshole—” she choked on the word, “but he was…just fucking there, y’know?”

Nat’s hand laid flat on the bed between them. Jackie brushed it with her own and, when Nat didn’t flinch away, she wrapped her fingers around Nat’s.

“Yeah,” Jackie whispered, “I know what you mean.”

“And Lottie is just…God,” Nat laughed, something close to a bark, “fucking crazy Lottie. I had them, though. And now he’s dead and she’s out of her goddamn mind and Tai is…Tai. She’s always fucking…busy working or…or cutting her dog’s fucking head off and I—”

Nat’s whole body shook with effort as she took a slow, controlled inhale.

“He was the last one I was connected to and he’s dead and maybe I’m a selfish cunt but it just…fucking sucks.”

Natalie uncovered her face, snatching her hand out from under Jackie’s to tear off a wad of toilet paper. She blew her nose roughly and tossed it aside. They looked at each other again, Jackie’s eyes glassy with sympathy.

“I’ll be connected to you,” Jackie said quickly. “I know it isn’t the same. But…I’ll be connected to you. I want to be, I mean. I’m…I care about you, Natalie. So much.”

I love you, Jackie finished in her head. I love you and I missed you and I understand you and I’m so fucking sorry I wasn’t there for you.

Nat blinked at her a few times.

“God, you’re a lot,” she said, lips pursed to hide a grin.

“I know,” Jackie smiled.

Close enough. This was close enough to reluctant acceptance for now. Jackie would take it.

“What’re you doing up, anyway?” Nat asked, running a flat palm roughly over her cheek.

“Nightmare,” Jackie answered, giving Nat the information she’d withheld from Tai and Van, offering her some vulnerability. “Shauna woke me up because I was…loud, I think. Talking and crying. Came down for something to eat.”

Nat nodded silently, giving Jackie a once-over.

“You’re in Shauna’s shirt and no fucking pants,” she smirked, rolling her eyes. “It’s really like we’re living out what our twenties would’ve been.”

Nat didn’t have to specify—Jackie knew exactly what she meant. All of them together, packed into cars and hotel rooms and vacation homes, drinking and laughing and arguing and fucking. If you stripped it down, took out the murder and the mess of it all, it was what they would’ve been. No crash. Or maybe…maybe post-crash. Post-crash, if they got rescued before everything went to absolute shit. Trauma bonded. Connected. Them against the world.

“Yeah,” Jackie sighed. “Do you think we would’ve been friends?”

Nat looked guarded—she hit Jackie with that suspicious look, the one that said she felt like something was expected of her. Too much at once. Jackie opened her mouth to smooth it over, but Nat’s expression softened. Her eyes went soft and hazy. She looked heavy with booze, suddenly, like she’d stopped pretending to be more sober than she was.

“Yeah. I think so.”

Jackie chewed her lip.

“I’m sorry. For…I’m sorry for hurting you. For being a…well, a total fucking bitch to you, really. Back then. It wasn’t fair.”

Nat snorted and shook her head.

“That water is so far under the fucking bridge, Jackie,” Nat scrubbed a hand over her face and let her arm fall above her head. “Stupid fucking kid shit. I wasn’t exactly an angel. But thanks.”

“I think you kind of were,” Jackie shrugged, “all things considered.”

Nat shook her foot back and forth quickly, black nail polish showing through a worn spot in the blue wool of her sock, her pinky toe hitting the wall and rebounding steadily.

“You think that about everybody. You’re in love with fucking Shauna.”

“That doesn’t mean I think she’s an angel,” Jackie laughed, “trust me.”

Three quiet knocks. Jackie and Nat both tilted their chins up, eyes on the door, like Nat had when Jackie first came in.

“Yeah?” Nat called.

Shauna pushed the door open and stepped inside, a tray in one hand. Unlike Jackie, she’d actually thought to put pajama bottoms on. She hovered in the doorway for a moment.

“And if you’re like a fucking dream walking in,” Nat grumbled to Jackie, “this one’s a nightmare.”

“Natalie,” Jackie snapped, slapping her shoulder gently before sitting up and turning around.

“A nightmare that cooked your ungrateful ass dinner,” Shauna sat down on the bed in front of Jackie and Nat swung herself up to face them, “and brought you dessert in bed.”

She set the tray between them, three forks laying on the edge.

“Alright,” Nat said, picking up a fork and tearing away a particularly large slice of apple, “you can stay. But only until this is gone.”

“Wow, so generous of you.”

Shauna handed Jackie a fork purposefully, without breaking eye contact with Nat. She was trying not to draw attention to it—to deal in subtleties and keep Jackie’s confidence. Shauna had always been good at that.

Jackie took steady bites, timing them with Natalie’s and Shauna’s, lifting her fork as one of them did, chewing with them, swallowing it down in tandem—something she learned to do with Van years ago.

Jackie mostly listened, chiming in only occasionally, while they each made snide comments and biting jokes at the other’s expense. As Shauna and Nat pretended not to care about each other, the mood in the room lifted. It felt safe. It felt like home, watching them spar lazily with their forks, like they were fighting over a particularly sweet bite, when really Jackie knew they were stalling, making sure to leave more food for her.

When they were finished, Nat waved off Jackie’s foolhardy offer—one that Shauna didn’t protest, one she went momentarily quiet and supportive and serious for—to have her come sleep in the large bed upstairs with them.

[a-three-part-mini-opera]

From my horse show AU <3

Jack locked the stall door behind him and trudged back to the trailer. Davey was already standing in there, sitting on the tack box and scrolling through his phone. His head shot up when he saw Jack clamber inside the tiny space. 

“Hey!” He said, surprised, “You okay?”

Jack flopped onto Davey’s lap, “M’head hurts,” He complained, burrowing into his boyfriend’s arms. 

Davey caught him and patted him awkwardly one-handed. “Jackie, are you okay?”

Jack shook his head, “Hurts,” He repeated.

Davey tangled his fingers in his hair, “Are you in any classes today?”

Jack murmured something unintelligible. 

“Sorry, didn’t catch that.” Jack turned his face so it wasn’t buried in Davey’s stomach anymore.

“I’m in Childrens- or level 2.” Jack mumbled, tilting his head further into Davey’s grip in his hair.

“Really?” Davey asked, slightly surprised, accidentally pausing the soothing motion of running his fingers through his hair. This made Jack pout until he continued again. “You’re only doing level 2?”

Jack blushed slightly, not meeting Davey’s “I- uh. I’m riding Shadowfax.” Davey gasped, “Oh my god Jack!” He exclaimed, “That’s amazing! Why didn’t I know about this? You said you were just socializing with him!” He did know that Jack was taking their horse, but didn’t know he was actually showing him. Race joked about Shadowfax being Jack’s and Davey’s kid, but he genuinely did feel like a proud parent imagining Shadowfax prancing in the ring with Jack. 

“I-” he stuttered, “I thought it would be a good surprise. Y’know, riding the horse we trained together in a show for the first time.” 

A smile split through Davey’s face, instead of answering, he slid his hand up to frame Jack’s face, and then he pressed their lips together. “I love it,” He whispered against Jack’s skin, something that was a lot hotter than it probably should have been. 

“You do?” Jack asked, breathless. 

“Yeah,” Davey kissed him again, unable to resist. “You ever thought I wouldn’t?”

“Well, I didn’t know… kiss me more, it might convince me.” 

Davey pulled him in closer, leaning his head on his shoulder. “I can’t wait to see the two of you.”

Jack grinned. Squeezing his hand, “We’re going to kill it. If this migraine doesn’t kill me first. 

Davey laughed.

[huffle-dork]

Swap Across the CrystalVerse Chapter 17: The Bad End

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"You do look more like me wearing that," Chase comments, looking over Bro in his new clothes. "The hand-me-down look really seals it. Sorry if they don't fit. We have, uh, limited options while living in a cave. At least they're clean."

Bro laughs, "It's okay- we're pretty similar just… bigger… arms I guess."

"You can say bigger muscles- I think Chase's self esteem was already shot just by seeing them~!" Jackie grins.

"Hey! Don't be mean! It's not like… I'm showing off! It's just! What happens when you fight crime!" Bro protests.

Chase laughs. "Don't worry, I'm not too concerned about being built. I'm more of a long range guy."

Stacy pokes her head into the storage cavern where Chase, Bro, Jackie, and Sam are waiting. "Are you guys done in here?"

The two swaps look at Stacy and Bro tries to hide his blush at seeing her as he adjusts the outfit. "u-uh yeah! I think so!"

"Great." Stacy nods. "I found a group of people who are going to come along."

Someone else leans into view. They have short dark hair underneath a blue beanie and are wearing a black jacket and skirt with leggings. "Hey." They wave.

"Oh! This is Raven, they're one of those people," Stacy says. "They wanted to meet you."

"Not often you hear about people from another world." Raven grins. "Nice to meet you. I'm the magician."

"Oh! A magician! That's great!" Bro grins. "We could use any help we can get!"

'Nice to meet ya, Raven!" Jackie smiles.

"Heh." Raven smiles. "Happy to help. If you get paused in time I'm able to unfreeze you. That's why I'm coming."

"Oh awesome! That'll make this way easier!" Bro laughs.

"Stacy, are you gonna go, too?" Chase asks.

"Are you?" Stacy asks him.

"I, uh… I want to help. But I think it'll make the whole decoy thing hard."

Jackie looks at Chase and then shrugs, "If you stay with us and hidden- it should be fine! Once Bro starts using his powers it gonna be real obvious it aint you so-"

"That's true…" Chase muses. "Alright. I'll go. I'm an alright marksman, I can stay hidden from a distance."

Stacy nods. "In that case, I won't go. It's too dangerous for both of us to leave. Just in case something happens to one group."

Chase nods. "Alright. Where's Jack, by the way?"

Sam gets off the box They're sitting on and wraps Their nerve-tail around something inside. A small pen. They awkwardly write letters on the lid of the cardboard box. A-L-T.

"He's still with Alt?" Chase asks. "Huh."

Jackie frowns. "… I feel like that's been a long time."

Bro looks worried. "Do you think they're both okay?"

Chase bites his lip. "I don't think anything could've happened to Jack. You literally can't touch him, yknow? But… something could be…" He shakes his head, not wanting to say it in front of Bro and Jackie. "I-it'll probably be fine. If everyone's ready, we should start moving right away. Jackie, are you gonna come?"

"Yeah man! I can be moral support if anything. But, also like- whats the saying… better with numbers…?" Jackie frowns. "Why can't I remember how that goes-"

Bro laughs, "Please try to stay away from any place you can fall and break something, Jackie-"

"Nooo promises!" Jackie grins.

"You want a gun, then? Or a knife?" Stacy asks, pushing open the lid of a crate.

"Oh- a knife please. Imma a terrible shot." Jackie laughs.

"Alright, here you go." Stacy grabs a sheathed knife and hands it to him. "That looks the right size for you. Feel free to slash away, the corrupted don't feel pain and they don't go down easily."

"ooh- that's.. fun. Good to know." Jackie says, taking the knife.

Bro frowns, "huh… i gotta be careful then… I don't wanna like- accidentally… you know-"

"Accidentally kill them? You're that strong?" Chase asks with wide eyes.

Bro flushes, "…I dunno! mmmmaybe? I haven't tried to! I'm very against killing- but I usually try to hold back once I see someone in pain."

"Yknow, Trisha once shot Error point-blank with a shotgun and he got up again, I think you punching them really hard won't do that much," Stacy says. "Just don't aim for the heads. These are still people under all the corruption."

Bro nods to Stacy and wrings out his hands and wrists, "Okay… I can do that. I don't like aiming for the face much anyways. Broken noses aren't fun for anyone… Unless they deserve it. …Broken noses are meant for criminals not mind controlled people. There that's a new super law for me." He nods.

Jackie snorts and rolls his eyes.

Stacy laughs. "Great, good to hear."

"Let's head out, then," Chase says. "The sooner, the better. We need Bro to hang out somewhere with a lot of cameras for him to see, while the rest of us stay out of sight."

Raven nods. "I can keep up an invisibility spell for a while, but everyone will need to stick close to me, it only covers so much ground."

"Alright, good luck guys," Stacy says.

"Thanks Stacy- stay safe okay?" Bro says with a smile. Jackie gives her a two fingered salute.

“Let's go." Chase checks his gun, then leads the way out of the cave.

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The door to the room appears, opening up. Jack looks away from Alt and towards it, stiffening. His form is overtaken by white static until he's just the staticky outline he was when Alt first saw him. He puts a finger to his lips.

Alt jumps slightly and then curls up as Jack becomes less solid. He shakily nods.

Error walks in. He looks at Alt and grins. "We're going to take a trip. Come on. Please don't make this difficult."

As Error walks in Alt growls and bares his teeth at him like a feral animal.

"Oh, don't be like that, this is your lucky day! Though you don't think of it that way right now." Error leans down, still grinning. He's not wearing the hoodie outfit from earlier. Instead, it's some red and blue jumpsuit, torn and bloodied. "Come on." His smile drops. "If I have to drag you down there, I will."

"Go ahead and try fucker-" Alt spits. He grins as his eyes spark with energy, "You already know I'm pretty slippery."

"Because of your glitching? Is that it? Hmmm." Error hums. "You know… the Place has a way of taking you where Anti wants you to be. So, sure, you can try. You'll probably just end up where I'm taking you anyway." He flashes a sharp smile. "But if you insist." He grabs Alt by the arm and starts pulling him towards the door.

Alt yelps and then quickly tries to glitch away and out of his grip.

And yet, somehow, Error manages to hold onto him. The static swarming around his body buzzes around Alt's glitches, causing some kind of rough barrier. "Come on," Error says, adjusting his hold so he's pinning Alt's arms to his side. He doesn't sound bothered at all by the struggles as he drags Alt out into the hallway. The static form of Jack follows.

Alt cries out and tries to fight as much as he can. "H-Hey! What the fuck!! Let me go!!"

"Nope!" Error says, almost cheerfully. He continues dragging Alt down the hallway, which slopes and twists downwards. Cables start to appear on the ground, ready to trip people up, but he nimbly dodges them. "Come on, we're almost there!"

Alt feels his stomach drop and dread starts to take over him as he tries even harder to get away. "N-No! C'mon J-Jackie! You're Jackie right?! J-Just let me go man!!"

"I thought I told you before." Error's grip on Alt tightens to the point where it hurts a little. "That's not me anymore." He reaches a door made of metal and opens it up, dragging Alt inside. It's completely dark, impossible to see, but somehow Error navigates it perfectly until he manages to push Alt into a chair, forcing him to sit.

Alt cries out and squirms and kicks as much as he can. When he's forced into the chair he tries to see if he can glitch away-

"No!" Error sees him doing that and pushes him hard back, hard enough that Alt's head clunks against the back of the chair. "Don't you dare," he hisses, quickly grabbing Alt's arms and pushing them into the arms of the chair, where cuffs snap into place. He quickly does the same for his ankles, cuffing them to a bar connecting the chair legs, and then backs up. "Just wait here quietly, okay?"

Alt’s vision flashes white for a second as he head hits the seat. He then struggles and pulls at the restraints, really starting to freak out. Terrified tears gather in his eyes as he starts to heave in panic. “P-Please don’t do this! I-I don’t want to be a puppet again! Please!”

Error grins. "It's not so bad. Maybe you'll find it's different this time. Maybe you'll be happy." And then he turns and leaves the room.

Jack quickly walks into the room before Error closes the door. The room is completely dark now, but Alt can hear Jack's voice. "You're not alone, I promise," he says.

Alt is panicking hardcore, even Jack's voice doesn't calm him down. His eyes try to find any source of light in the room but there's nothing- its dark and he's scared. "J-Jack…! I.. I don't want to be corrupted…! I..! I-"

“I know, I’m sorry,” Jack murmurs. “I-I can’t stop him, a-and I’m sorry. But I can fix it. Just before you guys arrived here, I figured out how to uncorrupt people. But I-I don’t know how to stop the corruption while it’s happening. Only after the fact. And I’m so, so sorry. But I promise people are on the way to help. I promise.”

Alt feels his stomach sinking even more as he hangs his head and tries to hide his panicked tears. He… he has to try to look tough for whatever's coming… he can't show he's weak- but he's so fucking scared.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Jack says. “You’re not alone. It’s going to be—”

Then the door opens again. The lights flick on, revealing the corruption room, just like the one Surgeon showed Mag. Standing in the doorway are two familiar faces. Anti… and Magnificent himself.

“Hey, Alt,” Anti says, grinning as he closes the door.

"Hello cub~" Magnificent giggles.

Alt goes pale. "M-Magnificent…"

Magnificent laughs wildly and teleports to grab Alt's chin, tilting it back and forth. "Awww look at you, kitten! You look fucking terrible~ Scared out of your wits, are we?"

"S-Shut the fuck up!" Alt spits, trying to pull his wet face away from his grip.

Magnificent giggles and teleports back by Anti, grinning. "This is going to be so fucking easy. It's almost sad-"

"Easy would be good, this is never 'easy' in my experience," Anti says. One of the screens on the walls lights up, showing nothing but static, the speakers letting out the sound of white noise. Anti glitches over to a table and starts looking through the items there. "You should probably cover your ears, Magnificent. I don't think it'll be able to affect you so easily, but better safe than sorry. You get started while I decide how to approach this."

"Ah- Yes. I can do that." Mag snaps and puts basically magic earplugs in and then grins, slinking back over to Alt.

Alt tries to pull his head away but Mag grabs him by the hair and slams his head back, giggling. "Oh you poor beaten kitten… your mind has already been scrambled so nicely for me~! So broken and disjointed… It's like you knew to expect me!"

"Mag- f-fucking! Don't do this! You're really g-gonna let me be a puppet for someone else?" Alt tries to growl at him.

Magnificent just shakes head and laughs, "Why not? I want to see how it works~! And you're already such a good puppet for me, Alt… I think I can lend you away for a bit~" He flares up some corruption in his hands- not enough to completely block Alt's magic- but enough to make him weak. He digs his claws into his neck and spreads it there as Alt screams and tries to thrash against it. As he works a bright purple and green spiral looms behind Magnificent- soon drawing in Alt's eyes as Mag withdraws his hand.

Alt weakly lets his head fall back, panting and heaving in panic- but he's starting to do it less- the anger and fear fading from his eyes. Corrupted purple flickers in his eyes but- he tries to fight against it, weakly squirming in his restraints. "n-no… no I… i-"

Anti watches this happen, observing. It really does happen quite quickly. "I've been able to put people in trances before," he says quietly. "But they always shake it off eventually. That sort of reminds me of it." He nods at the spiral, at the way Alt's struggles are fading. "I can work with that."

The white noise in the air sounds less sharp than it did before. More… soothing, almost. Anti walks around behind Alt, carrying something. He snaps it around Alt's neck, revealing it to be a metal collar.

"Alright, Alt," he says quietly, but not kindly. "Here's how it's going to work. If you start to do something wrong, you're going to get hurt. Same thing if you say something bad. Simple enough, right? You can do that, right?"

Magnificent's eyes widen and then he giggles, "Oh… i like where this is going."

Alt snaps slightly out of trance as he feels the collar get snapped onto him. He weakly glares at Anti, eyes sparking. "L-Like i'm gonna just d-do what you say just cuz you ask me- f-fuck off!"

ZAP. Anti can't pulse with electricity the way Alt can, but he has other tools he can use. Namely, a taser, which he presses to the metal of the collar and switches on for a second. "That's a low setting, and I know you can handle electricity," Anti says. "But I promise it can get worse. And I'm not just limited to lightning." He tilts Alt's head back so he can look him in the eyes. "You don't have to fight it, though," he whispers. "You don't have to go through this." He glances back up at Magnificent and nods towards the spiral he has conjured, silently asking him to increase whatever he's doing.

Alt grits his teeth and stiffens in his chair, trying to hide his discomfort. He feels himself get tilted up and he opens his eyes enough to just glare more at Anti. "I-I'm not l-letting myself be corrupted by you…!"

Magnificent tilts his head and the magic gets brighter and hums with intensity. The pressure on the room increases. Mag grips his hand and the corruption on Alt's neck pulses and grows slightly, making purple flash in his eyes as he gasps.

Alt tries to shut his eyes, shaking his head. "No…! Nono-!"

"Why not?" Anti asks. "Remember, I've seen your memories. I know what you've thought. All these Antis out here, doing terrible things. You know that you're not any different. Didn't you try to kill your so-called friends a couple times?"

"T-Those weren't for you to see-" Alt whimpers. "I.. I'm not like that anymore- I don't want to be that anymore…! I'm not like them- I'm not-!" He squeezes his eyes shut tighter, trembling.

ZAP! Anti goes up a setting on the taser. "Don't close your eyes," he snaps.

Alt grits his teeth and bites back another scream. Alt instinctively follows Anti's order and his eyes find the spiral.

"Alright, maybe you're not like that anymore. But you remember what it was like, don't you? Didn't a part of you like being like that? Being able to do whatever the fuck you wanted?"

Alt’s shoulders almost instantly relax as the magic starts to spiral in his eyes. His head lolls back more as he breathes slowly. He leans a bit more against Anti's side, talking hollowly. "… i… i… d..did…"

"That's it kitten… relax… and listen to Anti," Magnificent sings sweetly, increasing the burning magic. "Just like that…"

"I know you did," Anti says, his voice laced with static. "But you feel so bad about it now. Guilt is a useless thing, Alt. All it does is make you feel bad. Life is so much better lived without regrets. Nothing is stopping you from casting these feelings aside and doing something that you like. Even if people say it's wrong, they don't know you. They can't know you. It's impossible to fully know someone, since you can't possibly have thought and felt and experienced everything someone else has. So, why do you care so much about what these people who can't know you think?"

"I… I don't… know…" Alt whispers, knitting his eyebrows together in confusion. "…it… it.. shouldn't… matter…" His eye twitches and he tries to shake out his head, squeezing his eyes shut again as his head pounds. "n-no it m-matters it… it has to- I… I need to- be something b-better…! I…"

ZAP! Up another setting. "Better is arbitrary," Anti hisses. "Good and bad are constructs. Right and wrong are fictional ideas." The static echoes his words. "You only want to be 'better' because others tell you that you should want that. When you strip away those voices, Alt, you know what you really want. And I can help you, like I've helped lots of people before you."

Alt lets out a short scream now, clenching his fists and arching his back. He pants, eyes rolling in his head for a second before they find the spiral again. He starts to relax even more, even through panted short breaths. The magic glows brighter in his eyes as he whispers, "…what… I want…?" He leans his head back and sighs in pain, "i… i wanna be free…"

"Then let me help you," Anti whispers. "Let me free you." He puts one hand on Alt's shoulder. For a moment, he flickers, becoming a figure of black static. Something is in his chest. Right where his heart would be. It looks a little like a heart too, in shape. But it's not. It's a knot of strings, and one of those strings slinks down his arm and into the spot where his hand is touching Alt. Then he returns to his normal look, and the string is gone from sight. But it's still there.

Alt twitches a bit and rolls his shoulder where he feels the string but very quickly relaxes. His eyes glaze over completely and his fighting stops. "…free me, Anti." He whispers, lips hardly moving.

Magnificent giggles with glee, hardly able to stop grinning.

"I will," Anti promises. "Close your eyes. When I tell you to open them again, you'll be free."

Alt's eyes easily slip shut now, his head lolling forward to hang limply over his chest.

"One…" Anti whispers. "Two…" He reaches for the collar. "Three." And he snaps it off. "Wake up, Byte."

Alt's head slowly rises and he opens his eyes. Immediately- they are different. His sclera is now green static. The purple spirals still burn in his irises but… now its like- his pupils are glitching. They don't seem to want to settle, glitching across his iris and sclera in broken bits and pieces.

Byte leans forward and looks confused before his lips curl up into an unsteady smile. He digs his nails into the arms of his chair and starts to giggle. He's dazed- still seeming kinda lost and entranced. He falls back in his chair, letting his head hit the back of it as he dazedly giggles at the ceiling.

"…fascinating…!" Magnificent breathes, his eyes sparkling.

"Everyone reacts to it differently," Anti says. "I've given up on trying to predict how they'll act after the process--but somehow this feels right." He leans back, considering for a moment. "It might not be as well-settled as corruption usually is, but that was really fast. Worth the tradeoff, if you ask me."

"I think it was only so fast because his mind is already very open to my hypnosis. And… whatever happened with you two scrambled his brain and made it very easy to manipulate." Magnificent comments, crossing his arms as he studies Byte. "Still… I haven't seen him like this…"

Anti leans forward again, undoing the cuffs on Byte's wrists and ankles. "Hello there." He smiles at him, somehow managing to look both genuine and crazed at the same time. "How do you feel, Byte?"

Byte dazedly watches as he's freed, smile only getting wider. His eyes get a bit more of that unhinged look in them. He tries to glitch up out of the chair and then falls over himself slightly, giggling madly. He finds Anti's arm and grabs onto it, digging his nails in. "F-Fantastic-" He grins. "Fucking f̵a̴n̴t̴a̵s̷t̸i̵c̷~! And… and stabby- I feel stabby." Byte laughs more and looks at Anti with those wide glitching eyes, grinning like a maniac. "Can I stab you? I w-w-wanna see you b̷͚̂l̴̢̇é̷̠e̶̓͜é̸̯d̸͕͘d̴̞̑."

"Ha! Unfortunately, I don't bleed at all, despite this whole thing." Anti indicates the neck wound. "But we can go out into the city and find someone who will." His smile widens into an excited grin. He seems unfazed by Byte grabbing his arm, even as the nails dig in. He glances at Magnificent. "Guessing that sort of comment isn't normal, then?"

"Not at all." Magnificent replies, impressed.

"Can I bite them?!" Byte says excitedly, baring his teeth in a sharp grin. "That's what my name is now, right? B̵I̷t̶e̸!̸ ̵!" He snaps his teeth together like a playful predator, giggling.

"You can," Anti assured him. "Let me just find someone suitable. This will only take one second." He turned into black static and zipped away--and then, exactly one second later, he returned. "Well… I just saw something very interesting." He looked over at Magnificent. "A puppet who snapped his strings. My Chase is out wandering around. It must be some sort of trap, I caught a couple glimpses of people nearby. They must've thought they were hiding with that magician's invisibility spell, not knowing that some cameras can see through that." And back to Byte, grinning. "We can head out right now."

"C̸h̵a̴s̵e̷!̷ I know a Chase!" Byte says excitedly. "If there's twooo Chases- can I kill one, Anti?" He giggles. As he does, he's still glitching a bit in place- his normally bright green and blue glitches now darker and corrupted. Even his magic seems corrupted as he opens his hand up and summons one of his magic knives. It buzzes and fizzles with loud static and flickers between dark green, blue, red and black.

Magnificent chuckles, "That's true… that could mean our Chase is somewhere in there too. No doubt hoping to catch us off guard."

"Or! He can come back too! Two Chases! Two puppets~!" Byte laughs, bouncing on his toes.

"Two would be nice," Anti says thoughtfully. "But if it really comes down to it, you can kill the spare--the one not from this world. As well as anyone else with him."

The spirals in Byte's eyes pulse a bit at this, as if sealing in a command and he grins. "I can kill him. It will be fun to kill him~! And the others! Anyone I can!!"

"Oh this will be quite the show~!" Magnificent laughs, "My puppets wont know what's hitting them."

Anti flashes a smile. "Lovely knives."

"Thank you Anti!" Byte beams. He throws one knife out of his hand and lets its sink into the wall- then opens back up his hand and it flies back in a similar arc. He giggles. "They're m̸a̵g̶i̷c̵~̷" He then poofs them away and glitches around the room like he just can't keep still. "Can we go?!"

"We can go right now," Anti says. "I need Voice, but we can meet him at the exit. Hmm, I should probably take Error, too, just in case." He looks at Magnificent. "Want to join? The four of us together can probably defeat them all."

"Oh, my friend, I wouldn't miss this for the world." Magnificent chuckles.

Byte glitches to a stop, his hair spiking and curling slightly as electricity courses across it and his clothes. He grins wide. "I'll follow you! I still don't know how the Place works-" He says plainly but even that sounds a bit crazy and unhinged. Maybe its that wild look in his glitching eyes. He then blinks and looks to a certain corner and then points. "And what are we gonna do with Jack? He's watching."

Magnificent looks confused, frowning at the space and not seeing anything. "…what are you talking about…?"

Anti stiffens. "He's what?" he whispers, absolute venom dripping in his voice, thick enough to burn ears.

Jack has been watching everything. He'd wanted to reach out to Alt, to support him during Anti's attempts to corrupt him, to remind him that he's not alone. But then Magnificent had walked in and thrown him for a loop, and before he could recover, that spiral the magician conjured was blocking Alt's vision. He wanted to shout, to scream, but the moment the process started he froze up. It wasn't just Alt in that chair, it was Jackie, Jameson, Henrik, Marvin, Chase--all of them. All of his friends he couldn't help. All of his friends that he had watched get hurt and tortured and twisted beyond recognition and never been able to do a single thing about. The memory of helplessness locked him up, shoving him back into that mentality until it was too late.

Anti turns in the direction Alt was pointing and lunges forward.

Jack yelps, briefly flickering into view, and dives out of the way.

"Get b̵̨a̛ç̛k̕ ̸͠h͡e͟͠r̢͟ę̴̕!" Anti shouts, picking up a blade from the nearest table and throwing it.

Jack dodges it and jumps through the wall, disappearing.

Anti screeches animalistically--then glances at Magnificent and gets himself under control. "I'll… deal with him… some other time," he says through gritted teeth. "He can't be touched. He's just like a fucking ghost. Not important right now. Let's go. He's probably going to tell the group we're on the way."

Byte staggers back, fear flickering in his eyes. As Anti shouts and screeches, he curls up slightly- afraid of his rage.

Magnificent raises an eyebrow and then laughs, "Sore spot, I'm assuming?" He sees Byte cowering and grabs him by the arm and throws him forward. "No time to waste, Byte. You want your blood, don't you?"

"y…yes. Yeah I- let's go." Byte says a bit dazedly. He glances at Anti warily.

Anti takes a deep breath. He notices Byte's fear, and for a moment, regret flickers in his eyes. But it's only for a second. There are more important things to focus on. "Sore spot indeed," Anti says as he walks to the door. He opens it up and heads out. "Come on. We'd best hurry."

[scotianostra]

March 18th 1992 saw Pat Clinton become the sixth Scot to hold a world boxing title when he took the WBO flyweight Belt.

In an emotional evening in Glasgow's Kelvin Hall, Pat Clinton, made Dad Billy Clinton's dream come true for 12 months between when Pat outpointed defending WBO champion Isadore Perez from Mexico over 12 torrid rounds.

This famous ring victory prompted Clinton's manager and promoter, Tommy Gilmour, when asked post-fight if he would grant beaten Perez a rematch into the unforgettable reply: "No. The Mexicans didn't grant a rematch at the Alamo!"

Pat was born on April 4th 1964 at Croy, to Billy and Sadie.

Boxing was in his blood, his dad won the Scottish pro flyweight title in Perth in 1940, his uncle Jim fought and won two British A.B.A. boxing titles in 1944 and 1947.

Pat had aspirations to be a jockey but a fatal heart attack, which killed his dad Billy, in 1980, made Pat determined, instead, to realise his late dad's boxing dream of becoming a bona fide world boxing champion. In a 1990s interview Pat he said

"I owe my father Billy Clinton everything regarding boxing. He taught me everything - how to move, how to counterpunch, not to mix matters in the ring unless desperate, how to box for all my openings."

Pat was a member of Croy Miners Amateur Boxing Club. Clinton represented Britain as a Flyweight at the 1984 Olympic Games in Los Angeles, losing only to the eventual silver medallist. Clinton turned professional in 1985 and won his first 11 fights.

In February 1989, Clinton faced Eyüp Can for the vacant European title, losing a unanimous decision. He made successful defences of his British title against Danny Porter and David Afan Jones before getting a second shot at the European title in August 1990; Clinton took a majority decision against Salvatore Fanni in Cagliari to take the vacant European title.

And so to the Kelvin Hall on 18th March 1992, Pat recalls that he had little memory of the build up and entrance to the ring, saying

"When I was walking to the ring there was an incredible atmosphere and it hit me like a sucker punch, I don't remember Ronnie Browne of the Corries singing Flower of Scotland or the fight even starting. In fact, it felt like I was going through the motions to begin with. “ he added "It was only when he landed with a jab that I thought to myself, 'My God this has started, I better get my finger out.'

It wasn't easy that emotion-filled night in the Kelvin Hall. Bringing dreams to fruition never is. After the halfway stage, veteran of 57 bouts Perez forced Pat, who had suffered the old Jackie Paterson curse of weightmaking problems, to fight out of his skin. Helped by a picture of his dad Billy Clinton, which was shown between rounds in his ring corner, Pat battled to a points win after 12 rounds.

It was a world title victory that provoked such emotional scenes of post-fight joy that even today promoter and manager Tommy Gilmour claims that this Clinton world flyweight win is still his most cherished boxing memory.

Still, weight problems continued to dog Pat as they had dogged other Scottish flyweight greats. As a result, Pat looked very unimpressive in beating Englishman Danny Porter in a WBO title defence at Glasgow's SECC Arena on points over 12 rounds in September 1992 - a poor performance stressed by the fact that Clinton had already previously stopped Porter inside five rounds at Watford in a British title defence in October 1989.

Eight months later and Pat, still plagued by weight and hand injury problems, lost his title to South African Jake Matlala, with Pat being stopped in Glasgow inside eight rounds.

An ill-fated comeback at bantamweight eventually petered out but today Pat Clinton can look back with pride on a career that saw him win World, British, European and Scottish flyweight crowns as well as being the first Scot to win a European flyweight title in Italy…as well as fulfilling his father Billy's dream.

In his thirties, as a result of perforated eardrums suffered during his boxing career, Clinton suffered tinnitus and started to lose his hearing, and had to start wearing a hearing aid at the age of 33. He returned to his trade as a joiner before going on to work as a salesman for Scottish Gas.

[coffeeheartaddict2]

Everybody hurts Sometimes (3/?)

Enemy within

Book: Open Heart (au)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC Casey Valentine

Warnings: Character death, language, sexual references

****Trigger warning- these series deals with issues or addiction and abandonment***

Category: Angst

Rating: Mature

Word count: 1905

Summary: Mrs Martinez dies and the implications are far reaching. Casey finds out who has been sabotaging her and events shake Ethan to his core.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry

Authors note: Tash, I thought this was an AU, why is it close to canon?

No one has asked me but a valid thought. Yes I am using some canon but there are differences- the differences will become more apparent in the coming chapters.

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It had been a few days when the whole hospital said farewell to Mrs Martinez. Casey received an email from Mrs Martinez. She had made it to Paris and Sacre De Couer. She looked so happy and that made Casey forget about her worries. She was still number one but the sabotage was still happening and she still had no idea. That and Naveen were troubling her. There were so many symptoms that were not adding up and the treatment that had appeared to be working now was not. Casey could tell Ethan was worried about him too, he did not say it but the concern was more noticeable each passing day. Nights provided a much needed respite, physically losing himself with Casey. And on the nights she was not with him he pleasured himself, it was never the same of course but it helped distract him from the pain.

A week and a bit after receiving the email from Teresa in Paris, Casey was flagged down by Bryce. He took her to an on-call room,Jackie, Sienna, Elijah were there. They informed her that Mrs M had died. Casey held it together but on the inside she was falling apart. If the treatment was going to kill her, why not straight away. The only comfort that Casey took was that she at least got to go out and do what she wanted and thus went on her own terms. The gang decided not to say anything and went about her day. The day was rough. The news of Mrs M had Casey second guessing herself all day. It was after the end of her shift when she went to the cafeteria to get something for the journey home when she saw Ethan. She had not told him but the guilt was eating at her and she needed to tell him. She sat down. He asked her if she had heard.

“It was me, I wanted to find a way to get out of the hospital, we stumbled onto a treatment that would work but still had a chance of failure. I told Mrs M the chances and she said yes. I then went through proper channels and my request was denied, then we planned the heist.”

Ethan so badly wanted to hold her hand in that moment but he refrained.

“What you did was kind, I have always been proud of how you have looked out for not just the physical elements of patient care. I do wish you thought of the consequences.”

“As a consequence I have been second guessing myself all day,just feel so guilty.”

“Stewing guilt helps no one, especially your patients,” Ethan looks at his watch, “Come, let’s go to the opera, I am a season ticket holder.”

Casey smiles sadly. When they are safely in his car he gives her a kiss. They arrive at the opera house. Casey’s breath was taken away by how gorgeous the interior was. She was not expecting to be seated in a box. Ethan stated that this was his box, he did not get to use it as much as he liked. They took their seats and Ethan took her hand in his. It was an Italian opera, about a girl who fell in love and a journey to the underworld. It was an emotional story. Ethan could not help but draw parallels to how he was feeling. He loved Casey, even though he had not told her but he knew some decisions had to be made. Despite the Mrs Martinez episode, she was still number one intern and it was likely, if nothing happened that she would be number one and on her team. He sure as hell was not going to have her reporting to June, she would know something was up straight away and Baz was not workable either as he did research more than patients. He wanted so desperately for them to work but could not see a way forward and more importantly how do you tell the woman you love that you need to end it. Sure they could remain secret like they have been but she definitely long term deserved more than a clandestine affair. Instead he thought of what he wanted to do to her assuming she was coming back to his. At the thoughts, his hand went up her thigh to her centre, Casey moved slightly to allow him better access. She was soaked so he teased her nub before moving to her folds and inserted two fingers. Casey’s breath hitched at contact then she got more turned on with how bold Ethan was. How she stayed quiet she did not know but she eventually came all over his hand. He quietly whispered “good girl” in her ear before continuing with watching the rest of the opera. The opera finished and she kissed him. She wanted to reciprocate right then and there but decided against it. They went back to his place, finished what they started multiple times over. Casey drifted off into an exhausted but blissful sleep. Ethan stayed awake, a myriad of thoughts going through his head, surprisingly the only regret was for what he knew needed to happen.

They got up early so he could drop Casey home, she gave him a kiss before exiting the car, unbeknownst to them, the kiss was seen by Landry. He was appalled. He had put in what he thought was a lot of hard work but yet he was unable to crack the top 5 of the competition. He suspected that Dr Emery was so high because all the attending wanted to stay on the good side of Harper but he could not figure how Casey was so high up and maintaining it with all the sabotage then that kiss, she had to be sleeping with him he thought. The plan to get her fired was in effect, he had anonymously told the family about the unauthorised treatment but the fact that Ramsey was sleeping with her, he could not wait to let this rumour loose.

He did not get the chance, however. An investigation was called and Casey and the gang were paired up. Casey was paired up with Aurora. Both were not happy. They had a difficult case too which was not helping. Meanwhile, Ethan was struggling. He got the results back and they were not good. Naveen had only one month to live and despite Casey’s assistance, he had literally run out of ideas. He knew that Naveen would want to make the most of the time that he had left. Casey saw him, he could tell she needed him, both as a mentor but also as Ethan but he needed to be alone. He shut her out. He felt bad about it but he needed it. Casey and Aurora did figure out what was wrong with little Tommy and something crystallised for Casey. It was not Aurora who ratted her out, it was from within their midst.

She went to the locker room. Landry was there.

“It was you wasn’t it?”

“Yes” said Landry arrogantly.

“Why? Some of what you did could have really impacted the patients.”

“No it wouldn’t have.”

“How the fuck can you say that?”

“Yeah and how has you sleeping with Ramsey not impacted your position?”

Casey looked shocked.

“I saw you get dropped off and the kiss. I work harder and study and yet you are on top and sleeping with the boss.

Casey is seething. She knew she was getting harder cases but she was solving them.

“Yes I have had some difficult cases to solve but I have solved them, no assistance from Dr Ramsey. Yet I can think of several instances where your plan has not worked because you were not thorough enough. Any changes in lifestyle are just as important in solving the case.”

“All of that is superfluous…”

“No Landry, it is not, a patient is more than the symptoms they present, listening to them can hold the key. Like with my first patient, the tests lead to one issue, it was not right but I remembered something she said and it lead to the correct Diagnosis.”

Landry was flabbergasted. Unable to say anything.

“Is that why you ratted me out?”

“Yes, your actions robbed a family of their mother…

“A mother who was trapped by her treatment. She resented it, Landry.”

“Yeah well who gave you permission to play God or are you hoping that sleeping with Ramsey is enough to save you.”

The rest of the gang walked in, confused at what was going on.

“It was Landry that ratted me out to the family.”

“Landry,No, why?” Said Sienna, both shocked and angry. The rest of the gang stood behind Casey.

“What, it does not bother you she gave a treatment that killed someone? Does it not bother you that she is sleeping with Dr Ramsey and getting preferential treatment?”

“We knew what we were getting into with the heist but we did it anyway. Yes we are sad she died but at least she got to go out on her own terms. Because Casey actually cares about her patients, that is why she is on top.” Said Jackie.

Landry took his leave, I will pack my things and be gone.

Casey thanked the gang for sticking up for her. She went and finished her shift. Not wanting to address the elephant in the room.

She found Ethan and he apologized for his behaviour. He said he had to tell Naveen he had a month left to live. He was dreading doing this. She asked him to come with him. They went to the room. He could tell by the looks on our faces that the news was not good. Ethan apologizes for not been able to cure him. That he only had a month to live.

Naveen, despite the news, was understanding. I know you put everything into this, but sometimes there are mysteries that can not be solved. Now I am going to take my leave and enjoy the lake house I rarely get to enjoy. They see him off. He gives Casey a hug and whispers to her “do not let him shut you out, my dear” and he embraces Ethan. “Don’t shut her out, she has been great for you.”

Ethan is taken aback slightly and they watch him make his way to the bus stop. Casey gives him a hug and they share a brief kiss. He says I am so sorry and makes his way inside. He hands his badge in and quits. Casey, as well as Harper are shocked. Casey runs after him. He can see she is upset.

“I am not the man you thought. I am sorry Casey.”

He walks away, leaving Casey standing there she’ll shocked. How she finishes the shift she does not know. On the train ride home she listens to the voicemail.

“Rookie, I am sorry for today. I need a few days to process, you and me are not over, I know I have taught you to never give up so please don’t, your career is worth fighting for. I will contact you when I am ready.”

His message gives Casey food for thought. She knows she did the wrong thing for the right reasons but how to go about clearing her name.

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Authors note 2. Yeah that was a good place. Next chapter will be intense. Have ice cream or whatever comfort food you need.

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[starsaviour48]

How about Predaking helping tfp Bulkhead after he gets turned into a feral Predacon?

Sorry for the long wait lovely but here it is finally:

Shockwave was a cruel bot. He didn't know god nor mercy. Bulkhead's team, his friends, his family tried to help him but every attempt was useless. He wants to be with them again. He wants to drive around with Miko, he wants to teach more to Smokescreen, he wants to fight alongside with Jackie again, he wants to watch cartoons with the kids and Bee. He just wants to be an autobot again. But there is a strange rage inside him that urges him to hunt. To kill. He didn't wanted to hurt anyone. He couldn't live with himself if he did. He roamed on Cybertron searching for something, anything that can silence that dangerous cravings of his. That's when a much larger shadow appeared above him. Predaking landed before him with grace and elegance. Not like Bulkhead usually does. He started growling and baring his teeth at Predaking. For Bulkhead's suprise the larger predacon didn't take issue with his behaviour and even nodded at him before he spoke.

"Your leader sent me to help you control your instincts." he said with his usual authority in his voice.

Optimus? No he was dead. The others told him so. He couldn't even attend his leaders final moments. Bulkhead let out a pained cry from his voice box.

"Even in his last moment he was thinking of others."

"Your instincts can be controlled but cannot be changed." said Predaking.

"End...this." was the only thing Bulkhead could say in broke predacon.

"You will soon see that there are much more to our kind than hunting and killing."

As Predaking said Bulkhead soon started to get a hold of his new life.

"Higher Bulkhead. Raise your wings higher and spread them wider." said Predaking while flying high and higher than Bulkhead did.

"It's easier said than done." grunted the wrecker.

"We are the kings of the sky-"

"We are the greatest blah blah we are the mightiest blah blah I get it."

"I see your witt is as fine as ever."

"It's just as well as your ego."

"Maybe teaching you the language first wasn't such a good idea."

"A good hunter should know how to tell the difference between a fellow and a foe!"

Predaking's voice thundered through the city of Praxus where Bulkhead attacked Darksteel who went after Predaking to find out what his leader was doing. He was however met an unstoppable force in the name of a predacon Bulkhead. Darksteel was easily overpowered by the wrecker and Predaking had to step in to stop the two from harming eachother.

"Do you think if I could switch this thing off I wouldn't have done it already?" snarled Bulkhead.

"You must hold back. Vent and use your head before your instincts. Venting will help you calm the storm that rages inside you." explained Predaking.

As much as Bulkhead didn't like his current situation the only that he could do was to listen to Predaking.

And for the first time in a while he took a big breath.

[bookwormscififan]

The Garnet Case

Taglist: @brokentimewatch

Part of the Files Series

A/N: With this backstory of Marvin and Jackie, we've reached the end of the vampire AU. Just know that if you wanna see any scenes from this AU, my ask box is always open.

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“Here, Marvin, try this.”

The young man looked at the scrap of canvas in Jackie’s hand, frowning as his eyes darted up to meet his brother’s.

“Why?” he asked, taking the fabric from Jackie anyway. Jackie smiled, gently running his hand across the scars forming an ‘x’ on the bridge of his nose. Marvin flinched slightly, resisting the instinct to pull away, waiting for Jackie to answer.

“Keeps you safe,” Jackie stated flatly, “The cross on your nose could very well be seen as a sign of witchcraft here, and the townspeople might kill you for it. Wear this across your face to cover the scar. It’s close enough to your skin tone to be camouflaged.” He smiled as Marvin tied the fabric around his head, tugging on it and marvelling at the holes already cut at his eyes.

“You made this for me?” he questioned, voice soft with amazement, “To protect me. Thank you, Jackie.” He wrapped his arms around Jackie, pulling him into an embrace filled with gratitude.

“I’ll make you more,” Jackie whispered into Marvin’s unruly hair, pulling a few strands free of the mask, “I’ll make you enough to be able to wash them.”

--

“Marvin, we need to move. Leave this town and start fresh somewhere else,” Jackie stated as he hurriedly packed bags in the small cottage, turning to look at his brother sitting at the table.

“Why do we have to move? We just got here,” Marvin asked, drumming his fingers on the table until Jackie gripped his wrist.

“They’re starting to think you’re some kind of witch, Marvin. I know you are, technically,” he defended at Marvin’s frown, “But you realise that they will kill you, right? That’s why we need to move. We’ll leave when the sun goes down, and we’ll find somewhere new where we can be different people.”

“Not Jackie and Marvin Winslow anymore?” the magician asked quietly, voice sounding small, “Who will we be now? How many times must we change our names to keep safe?” Jackie sighed, sitting at the table beside Marvin and draping his arm over his shoulder.

“We can just be Jackie and Marvin,” he said slowly, watching Marvin nod, “We don’t need last names. We’ll just be ourselves, alright?” Marvin nodded again, leaning into Jackie’s arm and scratching his nose through his mask.

“Just Jackie and Marvin,” he agreed.

--

Marvin stared at Jackie one night, watching his brother look out the window at the castle above the town, illuminated by the full moon. He propped his chin on his hand and carefully sent a small wisp of green smoke to Jackie to get his attention.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked when Jackie turned around, small smile on his face. His brother simply shrugged, glancing back out the window at the castle before walking to Marvin’s desk.

“Aren’t you curious about what’s in that castle?” He questioned, brushing Marvin’s hair away from his face, “I can’t help but be curious. The townsfolk say that vampires live in the castle, three of them, and two are away at the moment. I just want to know if it’s true,” he concluded, a faraway look in his eye.

Marvin snorted, shaking his head as he looked at his brother. He spared a quick glance at the wall, where Jackie had pasted drawings and articles of the residents of the castle, then looked back at Jackie, amused.

“Are you just going to walk up to the door, knock, and ask if there are vampires living there?” He asked, forcing back his laughter at Jackie’s frown, “You aren’t really going to do exactly that, are you?”

“I was thinking more of being allowed inside the castle and finding out naturally,” Jackie replied, eyes narrowing at Marvin as he walked away from the desk to look out the window again, “I was thinking of going up there tomorrow.”

Marvin stared, shocked at Jackie’s proposed time, blinking his eyes to clear the fog growing in his mind. He scoffed, folding his arms and waving his hand, summoning a small dagger which he held out to Jackie.

“Take this with you,” he ordered, waiting for Jackie to take the dagger before continuing, “The first sign of trouble, you stab the vampire and come back. If you aren’t home by sundown, I’ll assume you’re dead.”

--

Marvin watched the sun set below the horizon, biting his lip worriedly as he picked at his fingers. He had to assume Jackie was dead by now; there was no way his brother was still alive in that castle.

With a heavy sigh, Marvin turned away from the window, heading back to his desk and sitting down heavily in his seat. He looked at the small crystal sphere on the surface of the table, mouth pinching into a frown as he leaned forward, hovering his hands over the sphere.

“This has got to work,” he muttered, concentrating on making the sphere show him an image.

He jumped as the sphere suddenly shattered, shards flying directly for his face, and screamed when the shards cut deeply into his eyes, marring scratches around his eyes. He raised shaking hands to his face, feeling the deep lines where the glass had cut, panicking at the pain behind his eyes and the continuing darkness filling his vision.

I’m going blind, he kept thinking, heart pounding an echoing din in his ears, trying to calm his breathing enough to focus on figuring out a spell to fix his eyesight. He closed his eyes, wincing at the burning behind his eyelids, and opened them again to see the world in a hazy red sheen.

--

It took weeks before Marvin had perfected the spell to restore his sight, green wisps crawling beneath his skin to repair his destroyed nerves and collecting the shards of crystal in his palm. As his red-clouded vision cleared, Marvin blinked away the drying blood on his lashes, darting his eyes around his surroundings with heavy breaths.

His vision was clearer than before he’d blinded himself, and he found that he could now see the deeper spiritual structures of the objects in his house. Squinting his eyes, Marvin looked at the shattered remains of his crystal ball, and with a contemplative hum, he waved his hands, quietly reassembling the ball and blinking as an image began to form inside the crystal.

He was tired. It had taken a lot of power to fix his eyes, and Marvin just wanted to sleep. He stared at the image in the crystal ball, hazy and unformed, then sighed and stood up, walking to his bed and lying down. He would try the ball again in the morning.

Marvin didn’t get the ball working clearly for months. He had made friends with the local doctor, who was helping him to recover both from his magic accident and the loss of Jackie, and his evenings were usually spent with the doctor.

He spent his nights restlessly waiting for the ball to work, watching the images surface through hazy green smoke, groaning every time the image dissipated. Gritting his teeth, he tried once more to make the ball work.

It took time, but six months after Jackie had entered the castle, Marvin managed to make the ball work, seeing clearly the entryway of the castle. He could watch innocent yet curious people enter the castle, but he never saw them leave.

He couldn’t make the ball show him further into the castle, so he couldn’t see whether Jackie was still alive, but Henrik had told him to live as though his brother was dead. He shook his head at the thought, watching the door to the castle open to let out the butler, who checked the mail before going back inside.

Fidgeting, Marvin spent countless days watching the entrance to the castle, hoping to see his brother come through the doors. Henrik worried he was going crazy, but the magician never told the doctor about his power.

Marvin began to travel, performing parlour tricks to neighbouring towns before returning home. The first thing he would always do after he walked in his front door was check the crystal ball, heart falling when he saw nothing extraordinary.

And so he continued, from month to month, to watch the ball, hope slowly disappearing as the days passed. Still, he watched the ball, wishing he could save the people heading through the castle gates.

[blacksurvivalnostalgichanges]

black survival characters as quotes from glee out of context videos

specifically those because i wouldnt go watch glee with a gun

Adela: "Quid pro quo. What do you have for me?" "I'm sorry coach but we are not in cahoots." "Well I should've nailed that down before I gave you my secret intel." "Porcelain??"

Adriana: Look at us. We're even fighting in our voiceovers.

Aiden: "Do any of you know why i called you in here?" "Is it to get prepared in case the North Koreans invade through Mexico"

Alex: It's hard being the quarterback when I get in the huddle and all the guys are calling me "deepthroat".

Arda: You're a really good teacher even if everybody's calling you a manwhore

Aya: What if I were to just innocently murder you, Will?!

Barbara: I look hot AND smart. I feel like Michelle Obama.

Bernice: My life is over. How am I supposed to support a baby?

Bianca: Well call the Vatican, we got ourselves another immaculate conception!

Camilo: No, ma'am, i am not allowed within 50 feet of children.

Cathy: "Brittany, lock the door." "Yeah I don't know how to do that"

Celine: (boxes of confetti bombs go off, collective yelling like someone just got shot) Take cover! (the piano explodes with confetti)

Chiara: I know a gas-induced fantasy dance sequence when I experience one

Chloe: Oh hey, buddy, I thought I smelled failure!

Daniel: I'd like to preserve you in a jar in my basement.

Echion: Look at me. Even in the heat of battle, I'm so elegant. Legal. I am Ajax, mighty greek warrior.

Elena: "I don't like you." "Fun! I don't like you either"

Eleven: "Just crack the egg!" "I just don't understand the difference between an egg with a baby chicken inside of it and an egg with an egg in it." "They're the same thing!" "Okay, that's really confusing because this is a baby chicken's house."

Eva: I want a chance to get funky too!

Emma: I hate to interrupt the blatant homoerotic overtones of whatever the two of you are on the verge of crying about,

Felix: (jumps, crab crouches, breakdances, does splits)

Fiora: I've got to gay. Go! I've got to go

Hart: Look! That homeless guy is sleeping on my face!

Hyejin: "Carmen cut me herself." "Like, with a knife because she wanted your blood for potions?"

Hyunwoo: "What are you doing?" "I'm gonna flush dad's ashes down the toilet"

Isol: I'm sorry, would you mind stepping outside for a moment while i bitchslap some sense into my friend?

Jackie: Boy, the only thing missing from this place is a couple dozen bodies limed and rotting in shallow graves under the floorboards

Jan: (doing crunches) Thursday doesn't even start, it's friday! I'm in love! 🎶

Jenny: 'Cause i need a man (puts hand over a guy's face) but my heart is set on youuu (points at a guy) better shape up (puts hands on a girl's chest) you better understand (pushes a guy off the stage)

Johann: Wait. (gets off the guy's lap) Let's pray.

JP: (panning across a pink bedroom) This is where our daughter or gay son will sleep.

Laura: I like how you guys pretend to be all accepting about everything, but then when your friend suddenly shows up in your home, moves in and goes through all your stuff, you're offended?

Lenox: "You think I should bring a gun?" (long long long pause) "No,"

Leon: Blaine and I love football. Well Blaine loves football. I love scarves.

Li Dailin: You know what I call an afternoon where I get drunk? An afternoon

Luke: (holding a shirt that says LEBANESE) "I'm hispanic. Wait, was that supposed to be 'lesbian'?" "Yeah, isn't that what it says?"

Magnus: Did you know that dolphins are just gay sharks?

Mai: (sobbing) I just try to be really, really honest with people when I think that they suck! You know?

Nadine: "In there! In the bedroom, I thought I was gonna die! No, don't go in there, you're gonna get killed!" "Oh my god! Is that a bear cub?!" "Why is there a bear in here??" "WHY IS THERE A BEAR IN HERE?!"

Nathapon: Did you vaporade my ex-boyfriend????

Nicky: Hi, I'm Kurt Hellmon, I'll be auditioning for the role of kicker.

Priya: "We have got something that the other groups don't." "What?" "Finn's dancing! Right? Come on!"

Rio: "Are your cats making out?" (cut to the cats licking each others' mouths) "Yes they are :)"

Rosalio: Legend has it when I came out of my mother I told the nurse she was fat.

Rozzi: I will go to the animal shelter and get you a kitty cat. I will let you fall in love with that kitty cat. And then on some dark cold night I will steal away into your home, and punch you in the face.

Shoichi: (hugging) "I will destroy you." "I'm about to vomit down your back."

Silvia: I'll often yell at homeless people. Hey, how's that homelessness workin' out for ya? Give not being homeless a try, huh?

Sissela: "What are you here to lecture us about, Kurt? A hollow taste in clothing?" "My dad has cancer." "Thanks, Tina."

Sua: You smell like a nursing home.

Tia: I'm pretty sure my cat has been reading my diary.

William: How did this happen? I look like a crazy person. That's not me. Wow, I didn't know the vein on my neck could stick out like that.

Xiukai: Porcelain, my sweet, shrill, fragile gal fling.

Yuki: Holy crap! I'm a closet lesbian and a judgemental bitch, which means one thing: I have awesome gaydar.

Zahir: And when I pulled the sandwich out, I saw the face of god... Literally. I had made a grilled cheesus.

[vivianleighwishesshewasme]

Changretta's Mate

The Call

The call

_________________Caroline POV______________

Carolines head was spinning trying to keep up with all the latest news and gossip. 

Most of the nurses had found mates and out of the fourteen girls only six that she’d worked with remained. They had brought in more, but still. Caroline had been looking forward to catching up with them and filling them in on the world wind that was her life with the notorious mafia boss of New York. 

“ You started a trend.” Jacking laughed, patting her hand. She’d missed Jackie and Ameia the most. She missed that particular nurse pining after the cute single men that would come through. 

When she left the hospital that day to have breakfast with Luca, she hadn’t intended on mating with him.  She had wanted to keep working. For a week; he'd brush her off, sometimes getting offended that she,” Wanted to get away from him, “ Missed being independent,” and “ Didn’t appreciate all that he did for her.” The last one had made her completely blow up at him. She’d surprised them both with her anger. Best she could figure it was hold over from her father accusing her of the same thing. She just wanted to be happy.

“I hadn’t meant to, I promise.”  She said earnestly. God, she missed this place so much. There was always something new and exciting happening. She liked helping people and feeling like she made a difference. Shed tried explaining it to Luca but he’d wave her off clearly irritated. He’d apologized later but she knew she didn’t handle it well by then. She had just rolled over listening to him mutter off in Italian at her. 

“We're happy to see you. Any chance we could get you back? You were seriously one of the best nurses. I hate to see you be just another pampered housewife.” Jackie had meant it with no maliciousness and Caroline had smiled but inside all she heard was…

“ I hate to see you be just another pampered housewife.”

“He thinks I’m pregnant and you know Sigma’s….he wants me to stay home and keep the apartment and be with him. I’m glad he wants to be around me.” She smiled outwardly but her heart was sinking. 

 “It would be too easy for my enemies to request you and kill you, to get to me,  Amore mio bellissimo. Think of our families please.” He’d begged her, his voice had been so raw and vulnerable. She understood what he had been saying but she still felt a loss about her work. She’d promised to ask his mother and sister what to do to pass the time. 

“Well the door is always open hun.” Jackie must have sensed her discomfort because she came around to hug her before she walked off to her patients room leaving Caroline alone with unfamiliar staff around her. 

“ Mrs Changretta, we're ready for you.” She nodded and walked toward the friendly girl holding the door open to a room for her. 

She didn’t know what she’d do to pass the time if she wasn’t pregnant. Try again she guessed until she could pop a baby out and stay busy as a mother.

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________________LUCA’S POV_________________________________

I knew I looked as agitated as I felt. I was fidgeting impatiently in my leather office chair rereading the same proposal from the potential new mayor's candidates. I had three spread out on his desk. All just one or two pages proposing new laws if they got elected, taxes and asking for favors either monetary or protection wise. I fucking hated election years. 

New up and coming schmucks wanting to place their stamp on a city that clearly belonged to me and the Mafia. They’d come in with puffed up airs and bravados every few years. Different faces but they had the same nonsense of cleaning up the city and doing better. Only to learn they were puppets for powerful families in New York and myself. Whoever won would be expected to tow the line or they’d end up in a box, buried, dead or alive.  I really didn’t care, it depended on their attitude and choices. 

I knew I was kidding myself. I really only cared about her appointment. Was she okay? Was she expecting a little Changretta soon?

I’d been pleasantly surprised and amazed to watch her with Allegra. She was a natural born mother. Patient, loving and kind. Camillia had said anytime she wanted to watch her she could even overnight. That was a huge honor because up until that dinner, only mama had been able to touch the baby. No offer of baby sleepovers had been offered to mama Changretta, much to her chagrin. 

I had been told by Caroline and my mother that after the doctor's office they were going to go shopping. Caroline wanted a few things that she purchased for the house. I had tried telling her the house was beautiful and fully furnished for her to enjoy but to my surprise my own mother came after me verbally. Scolding me quickly in Italian that she should put her touch on the apartment too. I just didn’t want her to stress herself out more.

My ma had pointed out that, “clearly Caroline had  good taste or she wouldn’t have mated with him.” That statement from his own mother had surprised him and stung a bit. She was on her daughter in law's side clear as day. 

I know my audible sigh sounded pathetic. That wasn't meant for his mama and his mate to become thick as thieves. Part of me was thrilled that they took to each other like best friends. Audrey called her daughter and she’d meant it. They talked more than he did and he was her own flesh and blood son. 

I wanted to know if she was or wasn’t pregnant. Pressure was on me to help provide an heir to the Changretta mafia was definitely on since I was getting older anyway.  He knew his brother wasn’t going to do it. He was shacked up with a whore in Birmingham. A Shelby whore to boot. Not his mate mind you, he wanted to marry for love. 

Luca rolled his eyes. A mate bond was a deep lifelong bond. What was better than that?

He also had been feeling bad that she was getting bored here all the time, mostly by herself. A baby would keep her busy. Cement the bond deeper.

He almost jumped out of his skin when the phone rang.

“Changretta. Yes, this is he.” Luca hummed and nodded as he realized what the man calling had said. 

“Thank you Doctor. I’ll tell her when she gets back.” He hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair rubbing his chin. His thoughts were racing every which way.

__________________________

He was so fucking happy right now.

[landscaping-your-mind]

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandom: Doctor Who (2005)

Relationship(s): Jackie Tyler & Rose Tyler, Tenth Doctor & Rose Tyler, Tenth Doctor & Jackie Tyler

Character(s): Rose Tyler, Jackie Tyler

Additional Tag(s): Whumptober, Whumptober 2023, POV Rose Tyler, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Episode: s01e14 The Christmas Invasion, Transcribed Accents, Sickfic, Time Lord Biology (Doctor Who), Regeneration (Doctor Who)

Words: 582

Summary:

As the Doctor regenerates, Rose and Jackie try to help him as much as they can. Written for Whumptober 2023, day 2. Prompt used: thermometer.

“‘ow’s ‘e doing?” Rose asked, sitting down next to the Doctor, across from her mum.

“‘e’s a good temperature,” her mum replied. “Was running a fever before.”

“Let me check.”

Rose brushed his hair out the way — her Doctor didn’t have long enough hair to brush away, she tried to not think — and put her hand on his head. He felt like a normal temperature, but hadn’t he told her that Time Lords ran colder than humans?

“Mum, can you look after ‘im? I need to get something from the TARDIS.”

“What d’you think I’ve been doing?” Mum elbowed Rose gently. “Course I’ll keep an eye on him.”

Rose jogged lightly towards the TARDIS and stepped inside. The Doctor wasn’t organised at the best of times, and having narrowly escaped death was not the best of times. She rifled through a few of the immediately available boxes, before finding a thermometer underneath a shelf. She supposed the sonic screwdriver did all the work that other tools used to do for him.

Rose left the TARDIS, trying not to think about if it’d be the last time she set foot there, then she jogged back into her house, and went back to the guest room where the Doctor was.

“‘e still alright?”

“I didn’t kill ‘im in the five minutes you’ve been gone, if that’s what you mean.”

Rose scoffed, then pulled the thermometer out of her pocket.

“Do I just put it in his mouth?” she asked.

“Might want to rinse it, first. Who knows what’s been on it.”

“It was just on the floor, Mum.”

“It’s a time machine , you don’t know what’s been on that floor.”

“Fine, I’ll wash it.”

Rose rinsed it off in the bathroom. It was sort of… dusty, from sitting under a shelf for who knows how long.

“I’ve rinsed it, now do I put it in his mouth or what?”

“Underneath the tongue, I think.”

Rose maneuvered the thermometer and her mum checked the reading.

“It’s thirty-seven, that’s good.”

Rose shook her head. “That’s a fever for Time Lords.”

“It is?”

“Yeah, their average body temperature is lower than ours. Why’d you have ‘im in all these blankets?”

“If I don’t then he’s shiverin’ ‘imself half to death!”

Rose looked at the sleeping form of the Doctor, then turned away.

“I just…” she started, looking down at her hands. “I don’t know how to help ‘im, Mum.”

Rose turned to see her mum looking at her, with that sad expression on her face.

“‘e’s gone through so much ,” Rose continued. “And ‘e’s done so much for me, and I can’t do anythin’ for ‘im. I can’t help ‘im when ‘e’s sick, tryn’ to save ‘im only makes ‘im end up like this. ‘e’s so alone , and ‘e’s been through so much to help me, and I just wanna help.”

Her mum took Rose’s hands in hers, and looked her in the eye.

“Now, I don’t know your Doctor very well, but if ‘e’s as alone as you say ‘e is, then you’re ‘elpin’ ‘im just by bein’ there. Same way you ‘elp me and Mickey.”

Rose sniffed, then nodded. “Thanks, Mum.”

Her mum smiled, then let go of her hands. “Alrigh’, you should get some rest, Rose. Just come back from travellin’, and I’ve got the Doctor handled.”

“Wake me up if anythin’ happens?”

“Course I will. Now go, get some sleep!”

“Alright, Mum!”

As soon as Rose hit the pillow, she was fast asleep.

[blukrown]

The Life We Have Earned - Move In Day [NSFW]

Reaper (Gabriel Reyes)/Soldier76 (Jack Morrison)

Jack Morrison-Reyes and Gabriel Morrison-Reyes have finally retired from military life. With both earning a sizeable pension, the two men are finally able to live the domestic life they had always dreamed of.

FOOD RUN [2] - SPRING CLEANING [3]

Read it on AO3 here

WARNING! This fic features - Sexual acts

It was a warm spring day as the moving truck outside a freshly-built, two story suburban dwelling stutttered to life and drove off. Leaving the front patio covered in boxes and bags and other miscellaneous shaped packages. Two men, clearly the occupants, moved back and forth from the patio to inside the abode, moving their possessions inside as they went.

Both men, were ex-military. Soldiers who were long overdue for retirement and almost forced to take thier generous pensions and get out, before the force gave them another reason to stay. Both of them would readily admit that, if it weren’t for the other, they would have found that reason.

Two matching silver banded rings, wrapped around either of the men’s right ring-fingers as hands strained on boxes or ripped away tape and cardboard to get to what the containers held. Both wore some of the few civilian clothes they owned, t-shirts and unflattering khakis and basketball shorts made for the most suitable moving gear.

It was getting well into the afternoon by the time the last box was inside the home. Most things had been put away but there was a box or bag that was left out in most rooms, abandoned and anticipated to be done in the morning.  Overall, both men would agree moving was a long and arduous task that, if all went well, they would never have to do again.

By the time the white-haired, tanned, older man groaned and sat in the armchair in the corner of the master bedroom, it had been the first time he had sat down since the ride over. The other man, a similar age with dark skin and a shaved head let out a derisive snort.

“Really, Jackie? This is where you give up? I’ve seen you walk through desserts with a full pack on either shoulder and not see you take the knee, but moving a couple of boxes?” He then clicked his tongue, conveying his disappointment.

The first man let out a small chuckle, “Shut up,” He muttered, letting his head roll back on his shoulders. “I don’t see you finishing up unpacking all the stuff for the kitchen.”

The darker man let out a huff, “Oh please, as if we have the need for a ladle right now. You expecting me to cook after all this?”

“Well then, Gabe, you’ll be in charge of ordering then.” Jack smiled brightly, slowly getting from his seat.

Gabriel grumbled something under his breath but still obeyed, pulling out his phone to begin a search for local takeout.

“There’s pretty much just the bed now.” Jack said, hands going to his hips to look at the rest of the room.

They had already bought a bed frame, and paid extra for the deliverer to unpack it and build it. Sheets were already tucked into draws, while pillows and the large blanket waited in a washing basket at the door. All that was left was the mattress. An ambiguous, towering rectangular box that claimed to hold inside it a king size mattress.

Both men stood side by side, staring at the intimidating box.

“You know how were supposed to open it?” Gabriel asked, circling the container.

“Not really, said just to open at the tear marks and let it fall out.” Jack replied, looking at the delivery paper that came with it.

Gabriel rolled his eyes, “Well then it ain’t really that difficult,” He grumbled, pulling at the rippable tag.

“We should at least finish reading the instr-” Jack was interrupted when the rolled up mattress became free from it’s captivity. Still wrappd in a air-tight clear-wrapping, the mattress fell like a freshly-cut tree falling, landing with a loud thud right where Gabriel had been if he had not ducked out the way.

“Shit,” Gabriel swore, “What’s the point of getting a mattress if you’re gonna get killed by the damn thing.”

Jack could not help but laugh, “Well it would help if you let me finish reading the instructions.”

“You know where you can shover those instructions-” Gabriel started.

“Yes, yes, very intimidating and most definitely the first time I’ve heard that.” Jack said with a roll of his eyes. “You going to help me or what?” He then ducked down to start unwrapping.

Gabriel took a moment to deliberate, or at least pretend to, before grunting and joining Jack where he crouched.

Within a few minutes, the mattress was out of all its protective casing and placed on top of the frame. Jack, of course, immediately went to flop on top of it. Landing on his stomach he let out a deep sigh before rolling on his back. Gabriel was still standing at the foot of the bed, looking dubiously at Jack.

“You going to join me or what?” Jack asked, scootching a little to the side to give Gabriel a good place to land.

Gabriel’s nose wrinkled in a look of disgust that was supposed to be insulting but Jack only found endearing. But within a few seconds, with the roll of the eyes, Gabriel followed suit. Landing with a grunt, chest first in a flop.

Apart from the creak of the springs on impact, the room went silent. Both men finally relaxing after a very long day. Jack soon felt a hand brush one of his where it lay on the bed. The fingers loosely intertwing in a way that still warmed the skin of his face. God, he still felt like a teenager by the way Gabe treated him sometimes.

Jack gave the fingers a soft squeeze. “It’s so surreal that we’re here. After all this time.”

Gabe did not roll over but allowed his head to turn to the side as he looked to Jack. “For me it doesn’t. Its not a dream, it’s reality.” Gabe stated stoicly before then pausing. After a moment he squeezed Jack’s hand back before he muttered, “And I earned this reality.”

Jack let out another small laugh. “Yes, you sure did.” 

There was a quiet again, one of many. Warm and safe. For both, they found comfort in those silences. Not that there was nothing to be said but rather that it was ok to be quiet and let them both silently enjoy one another’s presence alone. It was something they had not had much of in the past, with one out on missions or in meetings or just busy. Now, if they wanted to, their whole days could be silences if they wanted.

Gabriel let out a content sigh, awkwardly scootching on his stomach over until their shoulders were touching. Looking to Jack, he saw a very familiar sight. Bright blue eyes, as full of light as the day he met him. Gabriel could still recall the flutter in his stomach at Jack’s first smile. Fuck, he had it bad even then.

Lifting his head, Gabriel brushed Jack’s lips with his own. Soft and caressing. They had all the time in the world, after all. 

Jack soon reached to hold Gabriel’s chin steady, keeping him close. The kiss deepened, soft touch soon fastening. A dash of tongue and a nipping of teeth and Gabriel was soon on top of Jack. Hulking over him as he pressed kisses into his mouth, then chin and neck.

Warmth and pleasure bubbled in both men’s lower abdomen, the symptom of a very familiar feeling.

Gabriel pulled his lips away, licking them seductively as he did. “You know what we haven’t done, Jackie?” Gabriel asked.

“What?” Jack responded, voice low and raspy as it did when he was sleepy or lustful. And God, was it hot.

“We gotta make sure to wear in the mattress. Otherwise we ain’t gonna have a good nights rest.” Gabriel remarked, almost matter-of-fact.

Jack’s lip curled into a smile, a thumb brushing at one of the several scars on Gabriel’s face. “Good idea. What did you have in mind?”

Gabriel gave a shrug as a rare mischievous smirk grew. “I have a few ideas.”

Another of Jack’s soft laughs made Gabriel’s chest stutter its steady beat. “Well we better get to it.”

With that being all the permission Gabriel needed, he seized his opportunity. Taking Jack’s mouth again, deepening and empassioning the kiss. Gabriel’s hands roamed, tucking under the other man’s shirt to touch at his chest. He could feel Jack’s muscle flinch slightly, as they felt Gabriel’s cool fingers dragging up his torso.

Jack let out a huff through his nose, pleased when Gabriel’s hands went to either of his pecs. Both thumbs scanted over the sensitive buds, growling when he felt them already perking as he arrived. Rolling the nipples, Gabriel was greatly satisfied when he heard a moan rumble in the back of Jack’s throat.

Mouth still busy debauching Jack’s own, occasionally pulling away to kiss at the rest of his face affectionately. Gabriel squeezed either pink bud between his thumb and forefinger, smirking into Jack’s lips when he felt him wriggle beneath him. Bucking his hips, Gabriel felt a erection brush against his thigh.

“Already so excited, Jackie?” Gabriel asked, teasingly. 

“G-God, how could I not be?” Jack mumbled back.

Gabriel chest rumbled with a heavy chuckle, leaving Jack’s chest alone, his hands went to the waistband of Jack’s khaki shorts. The other man lifting his hips was all the consent he provided, allowing Gabriel to easily pull the shorts down and off his person.

Still amidst Jack’s lips, Gabriel took the growing, tented shape in Jack’s boxers in hand. Cupping the length and holding where possible through the cloth to give it a few jerks. He could hear Jack’s hitched breathing through his nose, the other man’s hands forcefully holding Gabriel’s face steady. Taking the reins in the kiss, Jack ravished Gabriel’s lips with lapse of his tongue and playful nips of his teeth. All of this being more than enough for Gabriel’s own crotch to stand at full attention at this point.

Gabriel reluctantly pulled his head away, still keeping his hand busy. “Do you want me to get you ready?”

Jack let out a gasp of pleasure as Gabriel’s thumb touched the tip of his cock through his undewear, dampening the cloth with precum. “N-No, I’ll be fine. Just put it in.”

Gabriel smirked a mirthful grin, “Gettin’ impatient, huh?” Purposefully lowering his hips the grind against Jack’s thigh. “You want this dick so bad.”

“Y-Yes,” Jack muttered, gritting his teeth as Gabriel gave an experimental squeeze of his balls. “Now shut up and get on with it.”

Gabriel chuckled, “Yes, sir.”  Getting one last kiss from Jack, sat up. “Lubes in the bathroom?”

“Yeah, uh, still in the bag.” Jack replied.

“I’ll get it, you strip.” Gabriel ordered, getting up off the mattress and heading straight to the bathroom.

When he was back, Jack was naked. Fuck, even in Jack’s old age he looked fine. Broad shoulders, strong core and muscles that were covered with occasional pink and white scarring. Jack’s cock was at full mast between his legs, visibly paler than the tanned skin of his hands and coloured pink around the tip with a few garish veins popping from the sides. The sight made Gabriel’s mouth water.

Gabriel climbed back onto the bed, slotting in between Jack’s legs. He was just about to open the bottle when Jack gasped.

“Shoot, shouldn’t we at least put the sheets on the bed?” 

Gabriel glared at him, “You’re seriously tellin’ me to stop what I’m doing and make the bed?”

Jack gave a guilty smile, “Could you at least get a towel? I don't want to make a mess.”

Gabriel glowers but goes, grumbling as he did, “Imma make more than just a fucking mess.”

“I heard that,” Jack called, not restraining a laugh.

Gabriel found a scrappy old beach towel, large enough to cover the mattress, and returned. “Anything else your highness? Want me to get you a fucking coffee as well?” Gabriel asked, his temper flaring a little. Perhaps not sensible, but he was sexually frustrated so running his mouth was a common symptom.

Jack took the snideness in his stride, “I’ll be fine for now, just get over here.”   Taking the towel and setting it down, Jack lay down again on his back. Urging Gabriel to climb above him and to come down to kiss once more.

Getting a towel and Gabriel’s bitterness may have been a bit of a mood killer but Jack soon got them back from where they left off. Passionate kisses and heavy breaths soon hurrying the flames of arousal to full flare once more.

Gabriel pulled down his shorts and underwear in one push to the floor, getting the bottle of lube and pouring a healthy amount on his fingers. Gabriel kissed one of Jack’s bent knees, a silent signal of what was to come. His finger’s touched at the puckering hole below Jack’s twitching member, coating the area with lube before pressing a single forefinger inside to spread. His entrance was tight but not constrictive, eagerly taking the finger to the end knuckle with ease. Jack let out a groan, laying his head back on the sheets, wetting his lip and trying not to bite down.

Not in the mood to tease, Gabriel pulled his finger out, enjoying the way Jack’s ass squeezed as if reluctant to let him go. Covering the rest of the lube over his own cock, he gave his length a few pumps with his own hand, feeling gratified to get some much needed friction.

Adjusting his position and lowering himself on his knees, he pressed the tip of his dick to Jack’s hole. Both men let out heavy, gratified breaths as Gabriel pushed in the first inch.  Gabriel knew Jack could take his full length straight away, but he felt no need to hurry, he also did not mind the time to adjust to the feeling that soon surrounded him. Just in case he went off the handle immediately, which had once happened to his great shame.

Soon bottoming out, Gabriel lowered to get a few kisses from an eager Jack. The other man was already starting to sweat, arousal had always done that to him, and Gabiel had the thought to say something sneering but thought better of it.

“Gonna move now,” Gabriel said gruffly, looking into those pretty little eyes.

“Go on then,” Jack urged, his hands going to either of Gabriel’s hips.

Both of Gabriel’s hands went to hold at Jack’s legs near the knee, holding them away so that he had full access as he slowly dragged out. Not helping a smirk as Jack let out a languid groan at the feeling of his cock dragging against the sensitive wall.  Fuck, he felt good inside him. Some nights when they had sex, Jack would just ask him to stay inside him for a while longer, even after he went limp, just to feel that closeness just for a few minutes more.

Gabriel soon made for a comfortable pace, neither too slow nor too fast. Just enough to go deep to press the space that made Jack gasp, while also timely enough to savour the afterglow everytime.  Gabriel had to thank his hips for not giving out on him in his growing age. As he could still fuck Jack like he was 25. Thrust steady and strong, Gabriel took his time, enjoying the feeling of Jack enveloping him and the debauched noises of where they touched. 

Jack was at first quiet, either by choice or by habit, only letting out sharp breaths or a choice moan at a well place thrust. But as always, when he began to unravel, he made more and more noise. Soon gasping for air and grunting with each full sheathing of Gabriel’s cock. Jack’s hands at Gabriel’s hips squeezed and urged him to go deeper each time. This almost animalistic want for Gabriel to be closer, even more inside him than he already was.

“G-Gabe,” Jack soon moaned, chest heaving. “I’m getting close, Gabe.”

Gabriel watched as one of Jack’s hands moved from his hip to touch his own cock that had been abandoned this whole time. Gabriel thought to stop him, make him cum untouched but he did not feel that cruel right now. He felt soft, warm, loved. Even his early bitterness had washed away so soon as it came. Fuck, it still surprised him how much he still loved this man. After so long, after everthing. 

“Go on then, Jackie.” Gabriel replied back, feeling his own release approaching. “Go ahead, ‘m right here, babe.”

Jack’s hand was then wrapped around his own shaft. Pumping it feverishly, not to savour or to stimulate but to hurry his own end.

Jesus, it was a sight Gabriel saw often but it still was so fucking hot to watch. Almost irritatingly so. Gabriel suspected Jack knew this, especially now. Jack made even more noises now, near to whimpers with each thrust as the hand on Gabe’s hip was near to bruising by the vice-like squeeze he had on him.

“Fuck, fuck, Gabe.” Jack moaned, “You’re so good to me, god, you’re so good.”

Perhaps, long ago, Gabriel had told Jack that he was into the idea of a partner who gave him praise in bed. Or maybe, Jack had just caught on. Either way, from early on in their relationship, Jack would flood Gabriel with compliments and praise and expressions of love that it almost overwhelmed Gabriel sometimes.  It was now, Gabriel realized.

“You like my cock that much, huh?” Gabriel growled, pushing Jack’s knees forward until his legs were near his head. Jack still somehow retained some flexibility that Gabriel very gladly exploited. 

“Uh-huh,” Jack gasped a reply and Gabriel could see his finish in his eyes, the way they crinkled the skin at the sides. “Oh, fuck, Gabriel. I love you so much. God, I love you so fucking much.”

Gabriel’s skin burned, the praise and words warming his bloodstream and going straight to his dick.

“I love you too, Jackie,” Gabriel puffed, his rhythm stuttering as he felt his body weaken with the encroaching wave. “I love your tight ass and hot dick. I’d fuck you all day if I could. I’d fuck you in the kitchen, in the shower, in the fucking backyard. I’d let everyone in this neighbourhood see how much you like me fucking you.” 

“God, Gabe, I’m close.” Jack groaned, “So close, don’t stop.”

Gabriel was now just running his mouth, not restraining from conveying his most lewd thoughts to words. Feeling his own end just at the precipice. “Jesus, I’ll never get sick of you. Your gonna make me want you all the fucking time now that you're stuck here with me. I’ll be chasing that cute little ass of yours all day if I have to. I doubt I’ll get any shit done, you’ll just distract me all day.”

Jack’s body started to seize, muscles bunching and tightening and squeezing as a orgasm ran through him. His insides tightened around Gabriel, enough that he just needed a few more thrust to get there. White cum then splutting out into Jack’s own hand and dribbling onto his stomach.

“C-Cum inside me, Gabe. Please,” Jack emplored, eyes misted and mind surely up on cloud nine. “I wanna feel you cum inside, you feel good when you do, p-please.”

“Fucking, of course,” Gabrile grunted, jaw clenching as he felt his end come like a train hitting him at full speed. He felt his release come, the sweet sensation of his cock twitching as it spilt cum straight inside Jack. Who he heard groan gratefully.

With that, the only noise was then the huffing and puffing of the two older men. As they relaxed, their bodies now covered in a fine layer of sweat and Gabriel was secretly grateful Jack had gotten a towel.  Gabriel leaned forward, kissing Jack’s cheek before resting his forehead against the towel-covered bed. Taking his sweet time in catching his breath.

Jack was the first to speak, letting out a gratifying sigh. His unsoiled hand wrapping around Gabriel’s chest to rub at his back where he could reach. Lifting his head he gave a few kisses to Gabriel’s neck, affectionate but not impassioned.

“As much as I would love lying here all sticky and sweaty, I might go have a shower.” Jack said, and Gabriel could already hear the small smile.

Gabriel grunted, slowly pulling out from inside Jack and lifting himself to sit on the bed to allow Jack to get out from under him. The other man got up and took steps to the ensuite but paused.

“You not going to join me?” Jack asked, smile still ever warm on his lips.

“If you insist,” Gabriel offered in reply, getting up from the couch. Trying his best not to smile like an idiot.

[langernameohnebedeutung]

I'm obsessing over this scene rn, I swear it's so funny and not just because Blaine manages to alchemise the most obnoxious enunciation of the word "bruh" feasible to the human vocal range (🏆Achievement Unlocked!) but because the technicalities at work here are just. grand.

you have Blaine, Dougie and Hutch in the car -

and for some context, we know for a fact that despite it being kind of a backalley situation and close enough to a pretty busy street that Liv could see Blaine handing something to Dougie

plus it is right next to Blaine's favourite 'dog friendly internet café' (so much going on with that) where anyone might come and go who was still using an internet café in 2014/2015. I don't know, maybe that's a thing in Seattle.

So it is hardly the most secretest of locations. Anyone can walk by at any moment. It's not a cul-de-sac, so it goes both ways -

and then Blaine kills them, right? Scream, splat, windows red.

And this is where I'm at right now. Because what really sent me down this rabbit hole is...

Blaine must have

gotten Hutch out of the driver's seat and into the boot/another seat without anyone seeing him handle a pretty large, pretty bleeding, pretty obliterated dead body bigger than himself and dragging him around

Driven off with the windows caked with blood and viscera from the inside

De-brained the bodies somewhere for Jackie (and put the brains into a nice box)

Disposed of the bodies

Disposed of the car (sad, I like the car. But then, you're probably not gonna get that sold without some really convincing story about an en route tomato soup mishap)

Gotten cleaned up and went to see Jackie. All in a few little hours, bc he was going to meet Liv after work and it's still light out when he goes to see Jackie

I think if you have some wet wipes or a sponge to wipe an opening into the windscreen splatter and drive really careful at intersections, that might still work and at least the FUCKING BLOOD on your windows will hide the FUCKING CORPSES IN YOUR CAR. So I'm handwaving that, probably less effort/higher risk than his "kidnap Angus in a tub full of concrete and drive him to family estate" but then I started thinking about the details of this even more.

Specifically:

how did he fucking do this

He didn't use his gun - this is way too much splatter, even if we're ready to attribute the lack of audible gunshots to the silencer he often uses. Plus, for blood to hit the rear window in the first place, he'd have to shoot Dougie in the head - which would ruin the brain and penetrate the glass. And (mind you), this is the car from behind. Which means the side-window we're seeing is the window Blaine is sitting at, so a gunshot wouldn't get it that covered in blood either.

He could have used his knife which might account for more blood and some to hit the window he's sitting at - but there is no way that he could have covered the rear window that much.

Which kind of leaves me with. He mauled them. I mean, yeah, that's kind of the obvious thing they're indicating there, he fucking mauled them and then some. And it's only Episode 2. He just went for the jugular which means either he forgot his gun and was like 'oh, city boys make do-' and ripped their throat out or he just felt like doing it (the reasoning maybe being that a gun is too loud? But I still think it's more obvious than driving through the city with your car windows covered in blood- maybe it's just bc they were being rude. Babygirl snapped.)

[rebelwrites]

A Fathers Love

Chibs Telford x Daughter Reader

He couldn’t believe it, today was the day his little girl got married. Sitting on the sofa he was deep in thought as the make up artist did what she needed to do.

“Da you still with us” you laughed looking at him through the mirror.

“Aye” he nodded pushing himself up to his feet “just thinking”

“You’re worried you are gonna lose me aren’t you” you said arching your eyebrow.

“Well yea kinda” he chuckled softly.

“I might be becoming a Teller today but deep down I will always be a Telford” you smiled slipping your hand into his “and I will always need my Da. That won’t change”

“I just can’t believe you are getting married today” he whispered tears filling his eyes “and who would have thought it would be to Jax”

Soon enough it was time to get your dress on so Chibs left the room to go have a smoke.

It was like the past 26 years flashed before his eyes.

After about half an hour you opened the door, creeping up behind you dad, tapping his shoulder.

His grin was wide and had tears in his eyes when he saw you.

“Lass you look so beautiful” he whispered kissing your cheek. “I am so proud of you, you managed to keep up with the club life whilst becoming an amazing women”

“Da please don’t make me cry” you smiled lighting your smoke.

“Have you got the reaper on your dress?” Chibs smirked

“Of course, got them to make one out of lace so it blends in” you grinned “the club is a big part of my life so it would be wrong not to have it. Also I want to show you something”

Reaching your hand to the neckline of you dress you rolled the top down just enough to show the black thread.

“Filip ‘Chibs’ Telford”

“You got my name stitched into your dress” he whispered.

“Yeah I did. Above my heart, I wouldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for you dad. You some how managed to raise me as a single parent whilst dealing with the club. I’d say that’s pretty amazing” you grinned.

“God I’m so emotional today” he laughed wiping his eyes before stepping forward to place a kiss on your forehead “I love you kid”

“I love you to Da”

“Now let’s go get you married” he grinned.

———

The service was beautiful, short and sweet just what both you and Jax wanted. Mainly so you had more time to party.

Chibs had just finished his speach spilling some embarrassing memories of both you and Jax. And it was now time for the father daughter dance.

Resting your head on his chest as his arms wrapped around your shoulders, as you swayed to the music.

“I lost my breath when I saw you take your first. My whole world stopped like that and I ain’t the crying type. I just saw your eyes words just can’t describe what I see. You look just like me, yeah”

“I still remember the first time I held you in my arms, watching your Y/E/C eyes staring up at me” Chibs whispered loud enough for you to hear “I think that was the first time I had ever cried”

“Da, Don’t make me cry you old bastard” you laughed looking up at him.

“You’re gonna think I hung the moon. You’re gonna think I made the sky. That the sun rises and sets inside of my eyes And it won’t be long ‘till I hear “Daddy’s home"”

“God I used to love coming home just to hear your footsteps on the wood floor screaming ‘daddy’s home’ no made what kind of day I had you always made it so much better” he smiled with tears in his eyes.

“It was the best part of my day as well, because it meant eating dinner in front of the TV and cuddles” you giggled.

“I hope I’m still your hero ‘cause I already love you more than even I understand”

“You will always be my hero da, no matter how old I get. You taught me right from wrong, how to shoot a fucking gun, how to ride, everything I know is because of you. I mean you even taught me how to make a body disappear” you laughed.

“Yeah probally wont win dad of the year for that one” he chuckled spinning you around.

“You have in my life” you smiled.

“And one day you’ll realize I’ve lost my cape, I can’t fly. And I’m only human. And you’ll need more than me”

“I will always need my Da by my side. Yes I have Jax now but he can never replace you” you whispered resting your head back on his chest.

The song came to a end and Chibs pulled you into a tight hug. Looking up at him it was obvious he had been crying through the song. Reaching up you wiped his tears away with you thumb.

“I will always love you daddy” you whispered “no matter how old I get, my love for you will never fade”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jax appear smiling at the two of you.

“Chibs can I dance with my wife now” Jax chuckled placing his hand on the small of your back.

“She’s all your Jackie boy” Chibs nodded before kissing your head.

He took a couple of steps before spinning back around placing his hands on Jax’s shoulders.

“Just promise me one thing Jackie Boy, promise me you will take care of my little girl. Because if you don’t I will kill you” Chibs nodded before smiling at you both and heading to the bar.

-

“Babygirl you need to slow down” Jax chuckled wrapping his arms around you, placing his hand over you stomach “we both know you get clumsy when you rush and we can’t have you hurting peanut”

“But I’m excited” you whined.

“I know you are and I am to but I don’t want you hurting yourself” he whispered kissing your head. “Now slow it down”

“Or what” you giggled.

“Girl don’t, not when we are just about to head out” Jax groaned as you wiggled out of his arms, grabbing the bag that held the secret in.

After a quick drive you pulled into the lot of the clubhouse, gaining a few weird looks to why you was in the car and not on the bikes. Ever since you told Jax you was pregnant any where you both went he refused to take his bike.

“How you are going to keep this in until after dinner I have no idea” Jax laughed as he watched you bounce on the balls of your feet waiting for him. “Come on then you dork let’s go tell Chibs the good news”

Waking into the clubhouse, you had a grin plastered on your face.

“Dadddddy” you giggled

“Oh fuck” Chibs laughed engulfing you in his arms “this sounds fuckin’ expensive”

“I got you a present” you grinned.

“Since when did you by me stuff” he questioned taking the bag off you and sitting at the table.

“Just shut up and open it” you beamed leaning into Jax’s side, watching his reaction.

As Chibs pulled the small box out of the bag, he looked up at you arching his eyebrow. “Choose wisely? Something best not jump out at me” he chuckled slowly lifting the lid off the box. As he pulled each name card out he read it out loud.

“Papa, grandad, Pa, granda, gramps” he trailed off, eyes becoming wide, tears running down his cheeks and a wide grin on his face. “Princess, what is this?” He asked already working the answer out.

“I’m pregnant Da” you grinned.

“I’m gonna be a papa” he sobbed running his hand over his face before hugging you.

“I guess we know what name he picked” Jax laughed “Papa Chibs”

“I can’t believe my baby is having a baby” he sniffles wiping his eyes, placing his hand on your stomach.

— — —

You was now 6 months pregnant, and let’s just say protective was an understatement, not only did you have an over protective husband, who if it was up to him you’d be on bed rest wrapped in bubble wrap but your dad was just as bad if not worse. You had a prospect with you every minute of the day when Jax or your dad wasn’t with you. It amazes you that you even got to piss in peace.

“You are meant to do what we tell you yes?” You snapped as you paced the floor of the club.

“Yeah” the prospect mumbled.

“They why haven’t you got me my ice cream” you huffed.

“Kiddo your gonna wear a hole in the floor” dad laughed as he kissed your head “What’s up?”

“Dickhead won’t get me ice cream” you pouted. “And peanut really wants ice cream”

“Well it’s a good job I’m the best Da in the world and stopped by the shop on the way home then” he grinned pulling a tub of bubblegum ice cream out of the plastic bag.

Tearing the lid off, you dug your finger into the cold goodness, scooping some into your mouth. “I fucking love you” you mumbled with a mouth full of ice cream.

“I love you to kiddo” dad chuckled.

— — —

You was now 5 days overdue and wasn’t allowed to even leave the house, thanks to the prospects being on strict orders from Jax and Chibs.

You knew the guys had a busy day so prayed that the baby didn’t decide today was the day they wanted to make an appearance.

But it seemed like your prayers fell on deaf ears as you started to get twinges in your stomach, and soon enough your waters broke all over the kitchen floor.

“I don’t care what they are doing, you need to get Jax and my Da here now” you snapped “and we need to go to the hospital”

The guys had just got back from a quick run when Chibs got the text to say you had gone into labour.

Standing up from the table he took two steps before screaming.

“JAAAAAAAAAAX!!!”

Within seconds he skidded into the room.

“Yeah” he breathed.

“We gotta go boy, baby Teller is making an appearance” he grinned as he pretty much ran out to his bike.

Neither of them cared about following the speed limit they just needed to get to the hospital as fast as possible. Soon enough they had arrived and Jax stumbled into the room making you laugh at his dorkiness.

“I’m here baby” he whispered instantly coming to your side.

Seconds turned into minutes which turned into hours and baby Teller was being stubborn.

“I want my Da” you cried pushing through another contraction. Jax left your side for a couple of seconds to poke his head out the door to call Chibs in.

“Daddy I’m scared” you cried as another contraction hit. All your emotions were running high and Chibs knew that even though you was excited for this baby you was scared you was going to be a bad mother.

“Princess there’s no need to be scared” Chibs whispered kissing your head. “You have Jax, you have me and the club. You aren’t going to have to do this on your own. Now come on just breath, I want to meet my grandchild”

A couple more hours had passed and you was exhausted, but all that was forgotten when the tiny human was placed in your arms. His tiny blue eyes, which were identical to his father’s, staring up at you, watching every movement.

“He looks like you” you whispered leaning your head against Jax’s shoulder.

“Unlucky bastard” Dad laughed.

“You did great baby” Jax whispered kissing your head “he’s perfect”

“So have we got a name or did you give up and the poor lad is gonna be called peanut for the rest of his life” dad smirked walking over to Jax and pulling him into a hug, tears in both of their eyes, placing his hand on the back of Jax’s head he spoke softly “welcome to fatherhood son. Beannachd Dia dhuit”

“Papa Chibs” you grinned at you dad as you passed him your son “meet your first grandson, Jackson JR Filip Teller”

“Princess” he sniffed looking down at his grandson “I’m honoured to share my name with this little one”

[takemealivelh]

midnight city || gang!luke

gang!luke, rival gangs, mentions of drugs, alcohol and violence. smut. 2k. part 1.

feedback is appreciated

he wiped the blood off his knuckles. the feeling of beating the shit out of someone is a rush of adrenaline. it’s like getting high on coke, but he doesn’t deal with that shit. he’s known many people who do hard drugs and then end up in trouble, or dead. he appreciates his life so much. luke likes being the leader of the diamond forsaken. a mafia that dedicates its time to drug transactions and occasionally prostitution. luke doesn’t fuck with that either, at least not recently. he met this girl in a bar and he’s been thinking about her for over a month. they’ve been on a few dates, and the sex has been great. she has a great sense of humor and he can tell she’s got street smarts, which he likes. he couldn’t fathom the idea of being with someone who gets scared about his job.

“you good, bro?” ashton, luke’s right-hand man, looks over at the bruises and leans against the sink of the bathroom, lighting a joint. their day is done and it’s time to go party. luke beat the shit out of a dude who didn’t give them their money and he threatened to go to the police. there was no way they would let him leave the storage unit without a warning. luke choked the man and broke a few ribs. he’s used to the job. it’s not like he was always like this. he used to have big dreams about forming a band and become a good musician. but he fell into the wrong crowds, and now here he is. dealing drugs and other sketchy businesses. everyone in la who knows about their mafia, knows not to fuck with them. they would end up dead. the police don’t do anything, they know how dangerous they are.

luke dries his hands with a paper towel and runs his fingers through his golden locks. “yeah,” he says. he’s never walked out of a fight with anything more than a few bruises. he does boxing on his free time, so he knows how to throw a lethal punch, and knows how to avoid poor kicks.

“i heard the grey lilies will be there tonight. i swear to fucking god those girls... i would bang every single one of them, but... you know...”

the grey lilies were a girl gang. they dealt drugs, too. that’s why they were a rival to the diamond forsaken. they never got into a physical fight, but there were many times they were about to. having the best clients was a problem for the male gang, but at least they had more people wanting their goods. but still, luke was pissed that they had a quality over quantity problem. he’d grown accustomed to the luxurious lifestyle. a good place to live, the most delicious takeout, and fancy cars. 

“for real?” luke looks over at his friend. he hides his excitement. sure, the grey lilies were trouble. but their top dealer, jackie, was the most fascinating creature he’d ever seen. their dates had been fun, exciting, thrilling. the idea of a secret hookup with their enemy was another rush of adrenaline. one that he actually preferred, if he was being honest.

- 

it’d all started at one of the parties. luke knew jackie, or at least he knew her face and what she did for a living. he was jealous she did so good with clients. she was charming as fuck. they didn’t mean to show up at the same place at the same time, but sometimes the gangs coincided. “did you get the dresnners?” she’d asked him as she took a seat on the stool next to him. her caramel-colored hair was in a ponytail and her eyeshadow was pastel blue. she wore ripped jeans, an oversized white t shirt, and high-heeled boots. the look suited her. she looked like the vocalist of an 80s inspired punk band.

luke scoffed. he knew what she meant. they had been fighting over the dressners for weeks and they decided to go with the grey lilies. that night, the diamond forsaken got blackout drunk. “no, but you did.” he finally said, looking down at the glass of vodka in his hand. 

“yeah,” she chuckled and ordered a beer. luke had always thought jackie was pretty interesting, but they’d never talked. not much, at least. just a few words here and there, mostly passive-aggressive shit. but the bickering was also part of the job. that night, though, that night neither felt like fighting. they were already buzzed. jackie took a swig of her beer and looked at him. “you wanna go outside? i got a joint. it’s legit shit, this.” she smiled.

it’s not like he frowned, but something among those lines happened. but fuck it, he thought. “sure. lead the way.”

they went to the terrace of the bar and lit up the joint. luke coughed a little and she laughed.  “i told you it was legit.”

-

luke and ashton walk into the club like the kings they are. everyone stops to look at them. but shortly, they resume their activities. which mostly consists of getting drunk and high. the two men make their way towards their usual booth. michael and calum are already there. calum’s with his girl. a black beauty who gives incredible head, his words. luke takes a seat and drinks the beer in front of him, swiftly drifting off the conversation to look around. he hasn’t seen the grey lilies, but he hopes they get here soon. bathroom sex sounds good right now.

“how was the guy?” michael asks as he throws a couple of fries into his mouth. ashton tells him that luke did a good job in silencing the motherfucker. “three ribs? man, that’s dark. but cool.” he laughs.

everyone seems to stop talking again, and luke shifts his gaze towards the door. the grey lilies have arrived. they look like a grunge band. their leader, lea, wears combat boots and net tights. but his eyes are focused on the girl whose moans keeps him up at night.  she looks gorgeous in that oversized that jacket that seems to swallow her whole, but still barely covers her ass. he wonders if he looks okay, sexy. he didn’t have time to change, and he hasn’t shaved in a few days. his motorcycle jacket has a few stains, but at least they’re not blood.

jackie finds him staring and she puts on a smirk. she pats the pocket of her jacket to let him know that she’s got weed on her. they rarely ever not get high together. that makes her wonder if this, this between luke and her, is just a side effect of the drug. but she doubts it. she actually likes him, even if she despises his friends. they all seem idiotic to her. luke notices the action of her hand and he immediately looks down at his drink. “imma go to the bathroom.” he announces, even though no one is hearing. they’re too into the story about the miami trip calum and his girl took last weekend.

luke stands up from the booth and snakes through the crowd. he catches a glimpse of jackie, who’s making her way towards her regular booth. “meet me outside in five,” he texts her. he watches her check her phone and smile down at the screen. 

-

“they’re gonna kill us if they see us together,” jackie says as she pulls out the joint from her pocket. she knows the grey lilies hate the diamond forsaken. they think the other gang are all egocentric assholes. she used to think that, too. but she met luke. and he’s actually a sweet guy. he’s really smart, too. the strategy they use to get more clients astounds her. but it’s nice to know that the grey lilies have the better clients.

luke watches her light up the joint and he leans against the wall outside of the club. it’s dark outside and the air is cold. there aren’t many people in the terrace, but he doubts anyone will say anything about them being together. getting high together. “then we’re just gonna have to keep it a secret.” his smile is shy, and jackie thinks he’s the most adorable man. even if he has bruises on his knuckles from probably beating up some shady guy. she passes the joint and luke takes a drag. “you wanna come to my place later? i got some cds i wanna show you.” they’re both big music nerds, and he loves that. they sit on the floor of his room, high out of their minds, and they listen to oasis, jane’s addiction and red hot chili peppers. 

“i don’t know. lea wants to do some kind of after party tonight. and i kinda want to be there.”

luke nods his head, he’s sort of disappointed, but it is what it is. he knows the gangs come first. it’s all about loyalty. that’s why he’d be fucked if anyone of the diamond forsaken members came out right now. but he knows they don’t smoke, except for calum occasionally -rarely, actually. so he’s not worried. 

“come here,” jackie smiles as she plays with the zipper of his jacket. they’re incredibly close and she can feel the smoke coming out from luke’s mouth. she kisses him softly, licking his bottom lip. with eyes closed, luke feels stars bursting inside his lungs. he really likes her. “give me that,” she orders and he hands her the joint.

they keep smoking until there’s nothing left and they stare into each other’s eyes. jackie isn’t one to maintain eye contact, but she feels safe with luke. even if he’s forbidden fruit.

-

the men's bathroom is empty. they had to sneak in so the others couldn’t see them. luke made an excuse about going to the bar to get more drinks even if the counter was crammed. jackie said she was going out for a smoke. it’s all hands and sloppy kisses as they lock the door of one of the stalls. luke bites his lower lip as his back is pressed to the white door and jackie drops to her knees. “you gonna make me feel good?”

“imma make you feel so good, baby,” she grins and unzips his pants. he’s already hard from all the making out in the terrace. so it’s not surprise that his cock springs up as soon as his briefs are pulled down to his thighs. jackie licks the tip and he shudders. he’s gotten a fair amount of blowjobs in his life. the first one from one girl that attended his school and she thought he was going to be a musician one day. but nothing compares to jackie’s mouth. her tongue slides down his length and he closes his eyes, letting out a shaky breath. she’s ecstatic that she can make him squirm in front of her. she likes being in control, even if it doesn’t always happen. luke can be pretty dominant in the bedroom. taking her from behind roughly and choking her. jackie puts his cock in her mouth and she starts bobbing her head to the rhythm of the loud bass coming from the other side of the bathroom door. luke appreciates the little detail. his senses are heightened and it feels like she’s one more instrument adding to the song.

“fuck,” he curses under his breath as he feels the tip of his dick hit her throat. she takes him in so good. she’s an angel. luke looks down and he sees her eyes staring up at him, a subtle smirk on her lips. “you’re- you’re-” he’s trying to say something but his brain doesn’t work. the pleasure is too intense. he hits his head against the door and closes his eyes once again. he’s about to cum. exactly at the same time he hears someone come into the bathroom. fuck. “stop, stop,” he whispers to jackie and cups her face to get her off his dick. she looks through the slit of the door and sees someone she recognizes washing their hands.

“shit,” she mouths. “michael.”

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[kashimos-hajime]

sawdust and plastic | g.t.

summary: you learn two things from your first real fight with goro. 1) he apologizes through cooking. 2) he hates it when they argue.

WARNINGS: spoilers for the gimme danger main job, swearing, slight angst, theye just communicating pairing: goro takemura x fem!street-kid!v word count: 2.2k

a/n: written with a fem!street-kid v who used to be a corpo kid. also dont yell at me but i rearranged v's apartment so the couch goes on all 3 sides bc comfortable :^) crossposted on ao3! enjoy :) 

part of the tales of a two-bit thief series

Sitting down on the couch, you kick up your feet for the first time in what you feel like has been ages. From Jackson Plains to reconnaissance on the Arasaka warehouse, you haven’t eaten shit besides the yakitori Takemura had ordered at that booth which already felt like ages ago. It’d been good—better than the trash you’ve eaten as a kid so you don’t really get picky—but you can’t help but recall the disgust on Takemura’s face when he had taken a single bite.

“Sawdust and plastic.”

You snort, running hands over your face and tilting your head back. Stupid fucking Japanese man with an endearing sense of dry-humour and… zero tolerance for your cheeky smiles. 

Then he had to go ahead and bring up Jack.

His words, cold, callous, echo in your skull like a goddamn radio and you squeeze your eyes tight, raking your hands down your face and melting into the couch. No matter how much you wanna stop it, you can’t help hearing it over and over and over.

Grabbing the remote, you’re about to switch on a channel in hopes you catch something that cna take your mind off everything when there’s a knock on your door.

For a moment, you truly debate telling them to fuck off but then, there is a pause.

“V.”

Eyes widening, your body goes rigid at the sound of his voice.

“V, let me in before I look anymore foolish.”

In the back of your head, you tempt the idea of just leaving him out there, pretending like you’ve fallen asleep, but then you get up anyway against your better judgement. You drag your feet over the floor, picking up old takeout boxes you haven’t had time to clean up and tossing clothes into a hamper to make your apartment look more like an organized mess than the dumpster fire you know Takemura will scold you for.

When you reach the door, you let him in without a word and you note the bags he holds on, hoisting them over to your living room counter.

“What’s this?” you question wearily. “Goro, I’m not hungry.”

“I realized I must apologize for my harsh words.” Beginning to pull out the groceries, you walk over and peer inside the bag, frowning. All the stuff inside is cheap synth shit, nothing you haven’t eaten before, but you’re still confused as to what’s going on since you don’t exactly have a kitchen in your place, but then out of one of the thicker bags, Takemura pulls out a big box.

“For saying them?”

“Yes." He sets the box down before continuing with groceries. “Earlier, I told you if I had time and resources, I would cook onigiri.”

“With cod, or grilled salmon. Or umeboshi plums, because they were Saburo’s favourite,” you finish and he sends you a look that could’ve been a smile if his lips had curved more and his eyes meant it. “I remember.” Helping him with the big box, you cut it open and find a rice cooker within. Eyeing the contraption with an arched eyebrow, you can’t help but ask: “Where’d you find this stuff?”

“It was difficult. I had to lower my standards.” 

“Lowering standards,” you echo dryly, unable to help your empty smile. “Yeah. We do that a lot in grand ole NC.” He doesn’t seem amused by you even trying to help as you sit down on the couch, twist to watch him work. “Are you sure you don’t want me to help?”

“I am cooking to apologize. It would not be honourable for you to help me,” he replies shortly and you nod to yourself, turning back around to watch the news. Nothing about a break-in with the floats, nothing at all indicating… anything.

For some reason, it makes you uneasy. The last time you snuck into an Arasaka building, everything went to shit and it made its mark. The lack of visible ripples makes you feel like nothing’s happened at all. Like it’s all been a fever dream, and you and Takemura didn’t sit on that roof for hours, watching the cat, just… talking.

Jesus, you need to get laid.

“Still don’t know why you bother cooking,” you say. Takemura noticeably stiffens and even though you don’t see it, you can almost feel the way he manipulates the air he stands in. He has that power—pure corpo power—and you clench your jaw. “Why waste time on someone so lazy as me?”

“V—"

“Nah, my bad. Arrogant. Hell, you probably see all the takeout around here and think I’m taking some easy route to food.” The bitterness is enough to puncture holes in steel as you stare blankly at the screen. “After all, I dirty my hands for money,” you quote. Your chest tightens as you hear his voice echo in yours, the way he had said it so coldly. Stomach turning, you shake your head. “Not in the name of some fucking principles.”

There’s a silence on his end and you close your eyes, swallowing through the bruising in your throat, a telltale sign you’re holding back tears. Just the mention of Jackie makes you want to spiral and you take a deep breath, trying not to react.

For the first time, you think Johnny might be right.

“Damn right, I am,” a voice says and you open your eyes, gaze fluttering to the side to see Johnny lounging against your couch. You turn around to see Takemura’s moved to the bathroom, probably to clean rice… however the fuck you make onigiri. You don’t know. You’re too tired to care about food, or feelings, or anything. “Never can trust a corpo. They all want one thing.”

“I don’t need to remind you that I was a corpo kid, do I?”

“Not anymore. It’s about principles.” Johnny’s tone is wry and you scowl at him. “What? If there’s one thing you might be able to relate to is that you both have ‘em. His might be wrong as shit, but…”

“Yeah, whatever.” 

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re gonna forgive him. This guy’s got you wrong, V. You don’t waste time on people like that.”

“I don’t have time to stay angry with him,” you argue. “The fact is, I’m dying and he’s gonna be the only one who can save me.” Johnny sits up straight, leaning on his knees and you sigh, shaking your head. Resting your arm along the back of the couch, you fit your hand to your face, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Fuck.”

“Stop. Don’t do it, V. It’s not worth it,” Johnny warns, standing up and you wrench your gaze up as you shift your feet on the floor and lean forward, burying your face in your hands. “I can feel everything you are feeling, and if I have to deal with your indecisive debates on whether or not it’s worth it to become attached to this corp piece of shit, I’ll kill myself.”

“You’re already dead, Johnny.”

“Let me live a little.” He stands and edges around you as if he were real and you rest your chin in your palms, watching as his holographic imagine crosses you before glitching back into view again across the table. He sits down. “The truth is, you’re gonna have a hell of a problem.”

“I know.”

“So, stop.” Johnny says it like it’s so easy and you chew on your cheek as the faucet turns off and you turn around to see Takemura begin to leave your bathroom. His pale eyes catch yours and you turn around only to see your brain tumour’s gone and left you alone. It’s eerily quiet in your head and you stand, clearing your throat.

Takemura slips the clean rice into the rice cooker before closing it and you cross your arms below your breasts, squeezing yourself tightly. You feel bare in your clothes despite wearing your scuffed jacket. He regards you warily, and then he sighs, gesturing to the couch—a silent ask.

 You nod, stepping back and letting him take where you were sitting earlier. You retreat across from him, where Johnny was sitting and he glances around your apartment. You wonder if he’s judging even more of you, but then he looks into his hands, swallowing visibly. 

“V—"

“You’re not the only one with principles. Just because I kill for money don't mean I'd do anything for it,” you begin coldly, leaning back and studying him. “And nothing about my life has been easy. When I said you did what you had to do to keep food on the table, that wasn’t me judging you. That was me getting it, alright, Goro?” His eyes meet yours and you arch an eyebrow, scoffing. “Not my problem if you don’t believe me. Yeah, I oppose corps, because they ruined my life, and so many other people’s lives no one can count 'em, but that doesn't mean you're any better than me. You don’t get to make assumptions about me. You never get to make assumptions about Jackie.That is all I have to say.”

He nods, accepting your harsh tone and you bite your tongue, trying not to burn down the bridge anymore than you need to as you prop a foot up against the table. Takemura doesn't say anything for a hot moment and you think you've wasted your time. Your knee jiggles. He doesn't even look at you.

Then: “I must again say that we are both still grieving. We ache to lash out. That is why I said what I said, and why, I presume, you say what you say.” He steeples his fingers and regards you with those eyes, gorgeous in their own right. “I understand what I said was callous. You have been nothing but understanding to my own loss.”

“No shit.”

“And I understand Mr. Welles was your friend.”

“He was like my brother,” you correct icily. “He’s been there for me since the beginning, I—I can’t forgive you saying something like that about him so easily, Goro.”

He dips his head. “I understand. It is why I cook for you. It is how I best express myself." The corner of his mouth tugs up faintly in a mirthless facsimile of a smile before he exhales sharply through his nose, looking at you again. "I confess I have not had time recently to cook, but I will do my best.” Johnny’s link comes to life at the mention and your own stomach squirms silently. “We are in this together, V. I do not wish for you to be angry at me.”

“Don’t do it, V. Don’t take it.”

“Fuck off, Johnny. I’m starving.” Aloud, you say: “I’ll be angry for a while. Just… let me sleep on it and we'll see from there.” He nods and you let your arms fall to your sides as you sit up. “It’s been a long few days, so I just… I just want to not think about anything for a while, you know?”

“I understand.”

He says that a lot, you notice. 

“Thank you for apologizing, at least,” you continue grudgingly. “Thanks.” You stand and gesture vaguely around the place. “Make yourself at home. I’m… I’m going to shower and scrub this grime off.” Dried blood, sweat, dirt, et cetera. He nods and stands as well, returning to the tiny cooking station he’s made for himself. You head to your closet, managing to pick out a clean shirt that’s a bit big and a jacket you ripped off a 6th Street goon a few weeks back. You just picked it up from the cleaners.

Heading for the bathroom, you set your crap on the toilet cover before poking your head out. Spotting Takemura sitting in front of the table, carefully sharpening a knife, you wait until he’s noticed you staring and he prompts you silently to ask.

“How’d you even know where I live, anyway?” 

He turns his gaze back on the blade.

“Ms. Olszewski marked it in my map, should the need arise.”

“This was a need?” you ask, curiously sardonic. Takemura doesn’t smile back and again, you get that impression he either doesn’t know how or he doesn’t do it often enough to remember. For some reason, that makes you sad. "Could've left it well enough alone. You know that."

“Oh, come on, V,” Johnny murmurs in your ear. “Don’t wax poetics on this guy.”

You ignore him.

“I do not enjoy the thought of a rift between you and I,” admits Takemura. He sets down the knife and sighs, eyes flitting to you briefly. Your hand wraps around the doorframe and you press your lips into a faint frown. "I... I have grown used to you."

You nod despite the words punching into your chest. “I don’t like it when we fight either.” At least, that you don’t have to fight twice to figure out. Your expression eases and your shoulders drop. “I’ll just hop in. Help yourself to whatever you can find. Really.” He accepts your offer with another nod and you close the door. It locks and you press your back against the metal, tipping your head back.

“For the love of—“

“Shut it, Johnny. Just… just give me a second.”

And on one of the rare occassions that he listens to you, Silverhand says nothing about how your heart doesn’t feel like wrought iron anymore.