#like they have friends but I���m all alone

[clarkeybabey]

❝ i wouldn't give these nobodies no sympathy ❞

# summary; somethings do really get under his skin

# playlist; luther - kendrick lamar (ft. sza)

# word count; 748

# note; ive seen some distasteful comments on our bf lately. leave my man alone, he's the chillest guy. #parasocial. lazy ending im so sorry

Arthur absolutely adores his job, who wouldn't just want to hang out with their mates all day or film themselves reacting to Reddit posts to pay their bills? None of this was on his life bingo card, but he didn't think he'd change a single thing about his current situation. That was until he started collaborating with larger YouTubers.

Their fans always found a way to make him out to be the butt of the joke 24/7. He's been on social media for a while now, and of course, he understood that being unreasonably disliked came with his job, he just wished that he could express his feelings without being seen as 'soft'. It's almost as if the more he tries to ignore it all, the more comments emerge.

Some of his friends who recently began to gain traction were nearly completely dodging the brutal comments and he couldn't figure out why. Not that he wants them to experience it, because it's awful, he wouldn't wish it upon his worst enemy, but what do they have that he doesn't?

When you return from grocery shopping, he's sat in his desk chair tapping a socked foot. You take immediate notice of the furrow in his brow he seems to be scrolling through something, "You okay, baby?" Arthur startles a bit, seemingly having not realized your presence, he hums wordlessly, not bothering to look up at you.

His lack of acknowledgment makes you frown slightly. You let your purse slide off your shoulder, landing with a thunk in a pile at the end of his desk. You place a hand on his knee, bringing his anxiety-riddled movements to a halt. Finally, he looks up at you just in time for you to speak again, "Tell me."

His reply comes out sounding almost offended, "Tell you what?" He's playing stupid, but it's not going to work, not even he's been convinced by his words. You've been to him before he even knew you were home.

Your head tilts to the side and you fold your arms over your chest and without another sound from you, he knows he lost, "Just people on the internet, that's all." He's bitter and hurt, which is very evident as he continues, "Don't think they realize I'm human too."

A glance at the glowing screen in his hands tells you what he's been doing since you left a half hour ago. You take the phone from him, setting it on top of his mousepad, taking a second to situate yourself in his lap, "Listen, I know you really wanna know how people feel about you." You pause momentarily to place a chaste kiss on either cheek, "We've talked about how bad it is for you."

"It's so difficult to pretend I don't care," He begins, stopping when he feels like his throat's going to close, uncontrollable tears dot his waterline, breaking your heart. "I wish I could understand more, but I just don't know what its like, 'm not sure if I ever will be."

Your index finger finds his stubbled jaw, stroking it as you do your best to console him, if only you could take everything he's feeling and place it onto yourself even if only for a day, he deserves a break. "Those people are nobodies, they're just jealous." He leans into your touch, "You'd think I'd be used to it all by now," he mumbles against your palm, pressing a kiss to it.

Shaking your head involuntarily as he pours out all of his thoughts, but when he says that it pisses you off, "Shouldn't have to be used to it, the internet's a joke. You're a wonderful, intelligent person with opinions and feelings that are allowed to be expressed," words tumble from your lips so fast you can't control them he just sits there, a hand on your side drawing shapes on the skin where your top had ridden up, taking in all you say.

"I'm a chronic people pleaser, but I think you have me beat," you say wagging your brows, playing with his hair, finally he cracks a smile. A sigh of relief escapes you at that, "Think we should lower your screen time."

"Yes, mum," he salutes you, and a loud laugh bubbles up through him making you giggle, he pokes your tummy, "or maybe we can just run away together," he suggests kissing the upturned corner of your mouth.

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

[bitchface24-7]

Absolutely angsty idea, reader is a mortician and after JayVik disappear with the Hexcore they work on their funeral shroud and grapple with the feelings of being left behind. 😌

WAITING FOR YOU… - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: they’re dead. Your boys are dead. You’ve always held sympathy and empathy for the dead, caring for them, cleaning them up, ensuring they look just as their families remember them; it’s your job. But you boys are dead. And there’s no bodies to care for. So you make a shroud for them with items of there’s to burn in the furnace, it’s the best you’ll get. Your boys are dead, and you’re alone.

warnings: major character death, feelings of loss, mourning, depression, remembrance, angst, implied suicide, pre-established relationship

genre: m/m/f or m/m/m

p.s. now why would you do this? This was a great request and such an interesting plot idea, but goddamn it’s sad :(

The lyrics are from “Time in a Bottle” by Jim Croce. It was between this or “Fourth of July” by Sufjan Stevens

If I could save time in a bottle

The first thing that I'd like to do

Is to save every day

'Til eternity passes away

Just to spend them with you

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Your boys are dead, you know it deep down. You swear you felt your heart stop when theirs did. You weren’t there for their death, you don’t even know what caused it, but they’re gone.

And they’re not coming back.

As a mortician, you care for the dead. You give them the honour and respect they deserve. You clean them, care for them, make them look like themselves so the families and friends can grieve in peace. It’s your job.

You never thought you’d have to do your job on your two loves.

They were so young, just barely in their thirties. Full of bright ideas and world changing plans. But things got out of hand, people got hurt. People died. Your boys died.

So now you’re here, in your mortician lab crying silently as you sit by your desk. There are no bodies. Nothing to remember them by, as if they never even existed.

You were all supposed to grow old together, live your lives, and love each other unconditionally.

But they’re gone now, they left together. And you’re all alone.

You know it wasn’t planned, but your heart still aches. It’ll ache until the day you die. You can’t imagine a world without them in it, but now you have to.

You’ll make a shroud for them. Just one. They died together, you’ll bury them together. You just need some items of theirs to use.

So you have to go to their lab.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

If I could make days last forever

If words could make wishes come true

I'd save every day like a treasure and then

Again, I would spend them with you

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Their lab is a wreck. Broken windows, papers on the ground, their desks are splintered, the blackboard is ruined.

You see their wheelie chairs, and you break down sobbing. You remember how they’d sit there and bicker. Work on equations and prototypes. How your conversations would flow late into the night as you all sat by one another and appreciated the company. You’ll never get that again, your boys are dead.

And you’re all alone.

You pick some things to put in their shroud. Some pens, notebooks, a few hexgems, you even take a spare cane and hammer.

They’re your boys, and they deserve a proper burial. Even if you can’t give them one.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

But there never seems to be enough time

To do the things you want to do

Once you find them

I've looked around enough to know

That you're the one I want to go

Through time with

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You go back to your lab, ensuring none of the other residents of the academy or the enforcers see you. You won’t let them stop you from honouring them, both of them. You can already see how Viktor will be forgotten, ignored, and villainized. You won’t let that happen, you’ll never forget him.

You’ll never forget his passion for helping others, helping the world. His sarcasm, his humour, how sweet he was.

No, you’ll never forget him.

You’ll never forget Jayce either.

But the rest of Piltover won’t forget Jayce. They’ll purposely leave out Viktor, and you won’t allow Viktor’s greatest fear come true.

You won’t allow him to be forgotten.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

If I had a box just for wishes

And dreams that had never come true

The box would be empty

Except for the memory

Of how they were answered by you

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

You finish the shroud, a basic linen fabric. You put all their items inside as carefully as you can. This is their stuff, it’s them. It’s a replacement, but it’s good enough. You won’t harm your boys, they’ve already been through enough.

You hum a melancholic melody as you write their names on a slip of paper. Your scrawl encapsulating the love you have for them, and your loneliness. You won’t ever see their smiles again, hear their laughter, watch them grow old.

You just pray as the years catch up to you you never forget them. You’re one of the only people who’ll remember the real them.

You place your shroud onto the incinerator and gently place the slip of paper on top. You start the fire and conveyor belt, and watch as your two boys leave you for one final time.

You can’t help but whine when you see them enter the blaze, the paper incinerating almost instantly as the shroud slowly burns. Eventually all that’s left is the cane and the hammer, and it takes a while for them to melt down.

As if they’re fighting, as if they’re trying to stay with you. But they can’t, your sweet boys are dead, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

You know they’d want you to live a long life without them, but you can’t imagine how. How will your life go on without them in it?

Hopefully you can still see them in your dreams.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

But there never seems to be enough time

To do the things you want to do

Once you find them

I've looked around enough to know

That you're the one I want to go

Through time with

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

What you don’t know is they can still see you. They see you cry, they see you scream in agony, they see you make their shroud, they see you break and become numb.

They desperately want to reach out to you, they want to comfort you, have you back in their arms as they fight away your worries and fears. They want to kiss your lips and hug you close.

But they can’t.

They don’t know how to get to you.

So they’ll sit and watch as you crumble apart, your sadness enveloping you in ways they’ve never seen before.

And they’ll pray.

They’ll pray to gods they don’t believe in anymore to save you, help you, love you. Maybe they can visit you in your dreams, maybe they can comfort you in the dead of night.

They just hope you don’t follow in their footsteps. Their hearts wouldn’t be able to take it.

(You do.)

(And their hearts shatter.)

I wrote this like the flash. Honestly the prompt really inspired me and it absolutely shattered my heart. Wtf y’all, get your tissues ready cause this is a doozy.

[thefrontmanscockwarmer]

Control

Player 001 x reader [SMUT]

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Note: This isn’t really cannon and doesn’t follow the series at all, I just thought it was good writing and couldn’t get past it. You guys were a normal couple, friends with Sang-Woo and Gi-hun. Just a normal un-squid gamed life.

Young il said he that grew up not getting enough attention. No one bothered to check on him, no one cared about whether he lived or died. Of course, the veteran police officer now spoke to people on a daily basis but, no one actually cared about him. Until, you came along. Your attention was his, and his alone. You gave him your lovings and undivided attention every day for hours on end.

He had gotten used to your 24/7 hour attention you guys met and began to love it. His addiction to your attention often bled through during the day when he felt lonely and cold while he was working.

"(Y/n), I'm home" he called as he walked in the door. Closing it behind him, he listened for your running footsteps and braced himself for when you threw yourself into his arms.

"(y/n), I'm home. Is there anything specific you'd like for dinner?" He called as walked into the kitchen, if you didn't run to him or respond, you were usually busy trying to quickly clean up the kitchen after a failed cooking experiment, or unpacking your bag from work.

The kitchen was untouched, clean, and empty. He wandered to the living room where he found you with your leg lazily thrown over the edge of the couch. Your arm behind your head, and the other arm holding your phone.

"(y/n)." He said surprised. "Didn't you hear me come in? I called for you. "He asked as he looked at you.

You looked up startled.

"Hey, baby" you say smiling. "I didn't hear you come in. What's for dinner? I am starving" you looked back down at your phone. He leaned over the couch and kissed your lips, softly biting your bottom one.

"I was thinking, since we’re having company, I make Candy Chicken (Korean Fried Chicken) " he says and walks away injured at your lack of love to him. He stood in the kitchen and began cooking. He glared at empty chair where you usually sat in and talked to him, asking about his day, telling him about yours. He turned off the stove and walked back to the living room.

"(y/n)? Would you mind paying a bit more attention to me?" He asks sweetly. You locked your phone and tossed it over your head.

"Oh? Is someone needy for loving?" you teased sitting up and kissing his lips, a distraught expression tainted his pretty face. "I'm only teasing love" you bit his ear.

"Yes, as a matter, I'd like some attention." He states as his composure slowly starts slipping as your hands drift around his body.

"How was your day?" you ask as you ran your hands down the front of his shirt. He took a gulp as you found them.

"I had a rather long and lonely day."He started as you bit his neck softly. "The first guy that came in today was so aggravating. I kept telling him to do something specific, and they iust wouldn't stop talking to do it."

He tensed up as your hands found the knot on his tie. You loosened it and started on his buttons. Finally reaching his belt, you dragged a small finger down to his zipper and got it undo. Touching him through his trousers.

"Keep going, baby. The man wouldn't stop talking in order for them to do what you wanted them to" You urged him on. His shirt was open, his tie was off, his zipper was down, what a beautiful picture. You managed to get him out of his boxers, fully erect and ready to be relieved.

"Keep talking" you say before dropping onto your knees.

"Well, the m-man- - don't stop" he groaned mid sentence, you had licked his tip, twirling your tongue around his dick. "Wouldn't stop! talking, and I needed the m-man to lay- I-i mean s-sit so th-that I could-- oh god (y/n)" he stopped talking and readjusted himself comfortably. Your head bobbed calmly as you sucked him off.

"I'm listening" you say as you brought your head up, to look at him. His eyes were closed, his head was thrown back on the couch, arms open.

His eyes flickered open for a moment before his hand tangled in your hair pushing you back down.

"You're not finished, but I'm done talking" he says. You gagged as his cock roughly hit the back of your throat. Moaning, you sent vibrations down his cock. You quickly started moving your head at a faster pace.

"Good girl" he says in that voice that could make a girl squirt. His hips bucked roughly into your mouth Without warning, he sent a load down the back of your throat, an animalistic sound accompanying it.

"Someone's happy" you say as he smiled tiredly. "That sound is not your typical one" You rubbed his chest as you rearranged him.

Almost on cue, the doorbell rang. His eyes flew open as he jumped up. His shirt half tucked, hair all messy, and tie loosened, his zipper was still undone. "In Ho-"

"Hello, In Ho" Sang-Woo’s voice came through the door. "Did I inturuppt something?" He says as you came into view. "Hi (y/n)" In Ho looked behind himself.

"Come in, dinner isn't finished yet.” In Ho stepped aside, “Candy chicken”

He let them through the door.

"(Y/n), you've got something white on your face" Sang-Woo smirked walking past you. Gi-Hun gave you a sly look of knowing and greeted you, embracing you in hug. In Ho closed the door and wiped your face with his shirt. You gave him his jacket and helped dress him back normally.

"All hard again?" you tease as you pull up the zipper on his slacks.

"I've got to get more of type of attention, (y/n)" He says kissing your cheek and looking at himself in the glass.

"You've got a nice ass" He shot you a sharp look. "You look well put together. Let's go." You say quickly.

"Go change, you don’t have a bra on and I can see your nipples" he says smacking your ass as you ran to the stairs. You giggle as you shake your ass on your way up, intentionally teasing him.

You returned in decent clothes, engaging in conversation with Gi-Hun as Sang-Woo talked business with In Ho. You offered drinks and made sure the table was set before helping your husband bring the dishes to the table.

A number of empty, dirty dishes cluttered your kitchen counter, forgotten while you guys sat on your back patio, smoking cigarettes and drinking. Before Gi-Hun mentioned something odd.

“I got approached by a guy at the train station today, really weird encounter. He played Ddakji with me and gave me ₩100,000 every time I won” he spoke digging a business card out of his pocket before dropping it on the table that sat between you all.

Sang-Woo choked quietly as In Ho looked at them pointedly.

“He said there’s more games to play for even more money, just to called the number on the back of the card if I really wanted to join” Gi-Hun continued.

“Are you going to join?” Sang-Woo asked the question you were all thinking.

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[aemondapologistfrfr]

Everything You've Dreamed

modern!aegon x f!reader

Summary: You’ve had a crush on your best friend's brother for a while now and finally decide to try to make your interest more known. 

Warnings: 18+ semi-innocent reader, Aegon the Corrupter, swearing, vulgar language, sex store, mention of porn, vibrator, overstim, masturbation(m), oral(f) 

Authors Note: come on best friends brother 🧎🏼‍♀️ forgot i’m down bad for modern aegon 😔 there’s a plot if you believe hard enough 🙇🏼‍♀️ 

Word Count: 5.2k

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You shut the door to your uber and smooth your skirt as you walk up to the familiar front door. You told Helaena the driver got here earlier than expected and you would just wait for her. In reality you wanted to see him. Aegon. He’s been taking over your mind at night, more so than usual, and you just need.. Him. To see him. Anything. You ring the doorbell and wait with your hands clasped. After a minute you ring it again with pursed lips, knowing he’s inside. 

Aegon groans as the doorbell rings once more before throwing his phone on the bed and thudding down the stairs. He flicks the front light on and cracks open the door with annoyance. He opens the door wider with a smile as he nods you inside. You duck under his arm and he watches as your skirt softly curls just under your ass. 

Every time he’s graced with your presence you offer him a new outfit to fantasize over. He would give anything to just bend you over and pull your skirt up. Gods the way you would probably squirm if he- 

“Are you okay, Aegon?” you tilt your head and step towards him. 

“Helaena’s not home yet.” he clicks the door shut and you turn to him. 

“She told me I could wait here.” you chew your lip and he smirks looking you over from head to toe. 

“I was going to go to the store. You can come with me instead of sitting here alone.” he watches a smile spread across your face. 

“I do love shopping.” you nod, stepping closer. 

“I just need to grab my phone and wallet.” he smirks, turning to walk up the stairs. He’s back down the stairs a minute later and grabbing your hand and leading you to the garage. 

“Thank you for hanging out with me while I wait.” you squeeze his hand. “What kind of shopping are we doing? It’s kinda late.” you hum as he opens the passenger door for you. 

“It’ll still be open by the time we get there.” he chuckles, shutting the door and walking to his. “What are you and Helaena doing so late?” he turns to you with a lazy smile as he starts his car. “Watching some movie and giggling all night?” he watches your cheeks flush as a pout forms on your lips. 

“And if we are?” you scowl but he knows it’s not sincere. 

“Nothing.” he shakes his head and pats your thigh. “What movie are you two going to watch?” he leaves his hand on you as he turns onto the street. 

“I don’t know yet.” you chew your lip, glancing at his hand. He left it there so casually but his soft grip is sending heat through your body. 

“Mm, well if it’s terribly scary you can come to my bed and I’ll protect you.” he softly squeezes your thigh and hears your small gasp. “Maybe even if it’s not scary.” his words low and spoken so nonchalantly you almost miss them. 

“What do you mean?” he watches your tongue swipe against your bottom lip. 

“What would you like it to mean?” he glances over at you as he feels you shift in the seat. He tightens his hand slightly and hears a soft whine. 

“Your rings are cold.” you whisper, pressing your hand on top of his. 

“Why aren’t you wearing pants?” he starts to slide his hand up. “This skirt barely covers your panties.” he softly tugs in the hem before resting his hand a couple inches from your core. 

“I have tights on.” he smirks at your breathy tone. 

“You do.” he starts to pull into a parking lot and you look at the neon sign. He parks the car and turns to you and looks at your wide eyes. “What’s wrong?” he watches your cheeks redden. 

“I’ve never been here.” you turn to him, chewing your lip. 

“They’re all very similar. I’m sure it’s like the one you go to.” he watches you glance at the store and back to him as he waits for you to say the truth he knows. 

“I’ve never been to one.” you whisper. 

“It’ll be fun. Maybe you’ll see something you like.” he nods encouragingly before getting out of the car. He walks to your side and opens the door offering you his hand. “You can stay by me the whole time.” you blink up at him and grab his hand. 

Your heart is beating so rapidly as you cling onto Aegon's hand as he leads you up to the sex store. He holds the door open for you and you both hand your ID’s to the woman before entering. When you walk in your eyes can’t pick a place to look so instead you look up at Aegon who is looking down at you. 

“Do you want to look at anything?” he watches your eyes widen. 

“I don’t know.” you shake your head and he starts to lead you deeper into the store. 

“Do you have toys or do you use your fingers to play with your little pussy?” he whispers in your ear and he watches your whole body shutter.

“Aegon.” you whine pressing your face into his arm. 

“Hm?” he turns and you bury your head in his chest. “I could see you laid back on your pillows with a pink rabbit. Fucking yourself until you cry.” he hums and you dig your fingers into his hoodie. 

“I don’t.” you shake your head. “I’ve never..” he furrows his brows. 

“You’ve never what?” you groan, flushing even deeper. 

“Touched myself.” you whisper. “Or been touched.”he pulls you back and searches your eyes. 

“You’ve never even tried to touch yourself?” you shake your head. He starts to lead you down to the vibrators and finds a small one and hands it to you. “This will change your life.” you stare at the small box in your hand. 

“I don't know how to use this.” you look up at him and he just nods and leads you around the store to grab his items. Once he leads you to the register he grabs the box from you and has it bagged just for you. “Thank you.” you whisper to him and he wraps his arm around your waist. 

“If you would like anything else just ask me.” he purrs, pulling you out of the store. “Do you want me to show you how to use that?” he motions to the bag as he opens the car door for you. 

“Is it gonna be weird?” you chew your cheek.

“I’ve known you forever.” he chuckles, shutting the door before walking to his side. 

“Exactly.” you turn to him with flushed cheeks. 

“I don’t mind.” he turns to you with a grin. “Or do you not find me attractive?” he tilts his head, searching your eyes. 

“I do.” he smirks at your fast response. “I just..” you glance at him and feel your blush deepen. 

“You just what?” he grabs the bag from your lap. He pulls the box out and starts to open it. 

“I just thought you saw me as like your sisters annoying friend.” you nibble your lip. “But I- oh.” your eyes widen when he turns the vibrator on and you hear the vibrations. 

“I always thought you were just so adorable.” he smirks watching you squeeze your legs together. “Let’s go park somewhere else so I can show you how to use your new toy.” you gasp when he presses it to your thigh before turning it off and leaving the store parking lot. 

“In your car? What if someone sees?” he holds back his groan at your wrecked voice. 

“My windows are tinted.” he pats your thigh and you press your legs closer together. “I’ll park us away from people and we’ll go in the backseat. Trust me no one will see how you spread your thighs for me.” your breath catches as he slides his hand further up your legs. 

“Aegon,” you grab his hand as it slowly continues to creep under your skirt. 

“Hm?” he looks at you squirming in his seat before he starts down the road to the lake. 

You feel heat pool in your stomach at his grip on your thigh and the promise of his words. You’ve been dreaming of him for years, your first crush and you never imagined he would feel anything for you. You’re pulled from your thoughts when his pinky brushes against your center. He parks the car and turns to you with dark eyes. 

“Back seat?” he tilts his head and you nod. You turn in your seat and start to crawl between the seats. “You could stay like this too.” he hums, grabbing your hips keeping you half in the front seat. You feel one of his hands slide over your ass and pull your skirt up so he can see your panties through your tights. “Why were you even wearing this to a movie night with Hel? Hm? Did you wear this for me?” he smirks as you turn back to him with red cheeks looking as if you got caught. “You did.” he grins. “What was your plan?” he watches your cheeks redden even more. 

“Aegon,” you whine when his fingers trail down your center. 

“Were you gonna accidentally walk into my room?” he chuckles when you push back against his fingers.

“No. I had just-“ your body shutters as he presses against your bud. “I had just hoped I would see you after the movie and I don’t know.” you whine when he stops his movements.

“I think you do know, baby.” he chuckles watching you clench your legs together. “Tell me.” 

“You would offer to take me home and you would walk me up to my door,” your voice keeps getting quieter as you watch his smile widen. “You would decide to just come inside with me, to my room and do whatever.” you look over your shoulder at him. 

“I know you have an end to this fantasy and I want to hear it before we do anything.” he squeezes your sides. 

“Aegon,” you whine.

“You have this all planned out. I want to make sure I do it right for you later.” his low tone is causing heat to shoot across your body. 

“Then you come into my room and pull my clothes off and kiss me and kiss me between my legs,” his eyes widen along with his smirk. 

“Kiss you between your legs. Who gave you that idea?” you turn to the back seat, cursing yourself. 

“In the videos I’ve seen.” your voice barely a whisper. Aegon groans thinking about you watching porn and getting worked up before tossing your phone with a furious flush. 

“Get in the back seat.” he gives your ass a small spank and you continue to make your way to the seat once more. He gets out of the car and opens the door to get into the backseat. “I have doors, you know.” he chuckles, shutting the door behind him. “Turn and lean back against the door.” your heart beats wildly at his tone. 

“Like this?” you nibble your lip and cross your legs in front of you. 

“Just like this.” he leans over and scoots you a little further down. “Now open these pretty thighs for me.” he chuckles when you open them just a bit. He scoots closer and moves one of your legs until it’s hanging off the seat and he trails his hand down your other. “On my shoulder.” he pats your thigh. 

“What?” you squeak with wide eyes. You gasp when he guides your leg up and rests your ankle on his shoulder. 

“I’m gonna push your skirt up, okay?” you nod. “Are you ready?” he smiles, grabbing the vibrator on the seat. 

“Yes.” you nod quickly as you watch the vibrator in his hand start buzzing as he clicks it on. He watches your face as he trails the head up the insides of your thighs. “Aegon,” your legs tremble and his cock hardens at the sound of his name in your breathy tone. He presses it to your covered bud and you claw onto his hand. “Oh my Gods,” you pant. 

“How does it feel?” he slides it up and down your covered slit watching you squirm in his seat. 

“Good I- yes Aegon,” you whimper as he turns it up a setting. He watches as your other hand claws into his seat while the other stays gripping his wrist. 

“Are you terribly attached to these tights, baby?” he watches you shake your head. “Good.” you hear a tear before the vibrator presses against your panties. “So fucking wet.” he chuckles to himself when he hears your wetness through the thin fabric. 

“Aegon, something- I,” your nails dig into his wrist and he smirks watching your body jolt when high pitched cries come from your mouth. “Please, Aeg-“ a soft cry greets his ears as you fall apart on his seat. 

“Was that good?” Aegon slowly pulls the vibrator away. 

“Again.” you pant, peeling your eyes open. “Please,” you tighten your grip on his wrist. “Please, Aegon.” he groans at your soft whines. 

“Can I take your panties off?” he’s trying to find restraint he doesn’t have. 

“What if I make a mess in your car?” you chew your cheek. 

“That’s preferred.” he grins. “I just wanna see how your little pussy cries for me.” his words go straight to your center and you nod quickly. “Lift your hips for me.” he smiles when you do so and he pulls your tights and panties off in one motion. “My Gods.” he groans looking at your dripping center. 

“What?” you bring your hands down to cover yourself. 

“Oh no, no,” he smiles at you. “I just really wanna put my lips on your pretty little pussy.” he watches your blush revive across your neck. “Move your hands, baby.” he nods and you slowly move them to your thighs. 

He brings the vibrator to your wetness and slides it around before turning it on. He watches your thighs tremble as it rubs against your bud and how tightly you're biting your lip. He flicks it on and groans at the whimper that comes from your mouth. He watches your eyes close and your legs slowly start to close. 

“Aegon, I- I feel,” your chest heaves as he starts to circle the toy around your bud and your head falls back against the window. “Yes, yes, mm Aegon,” he watches your pleasure seep onto his seat with an open mouth. 

“A break,” you pant. “Please.” he flicks the vibrator off and sits back and watches your heaving chest as you come down. You scoot back up in the seat and gasp when you see the wet mark on his seat. “I’m so sorry.” your face burns from embarrassment. 

“Do not be sorry. We’re going to do that again.” your eyes snap up to his. “Come sit with your back on my chest. I’m gonna show you how to do it yourself.” he grins as you start to move. 

“But I liked when you did it.” you whisper as you settle between his legs. He lifts your legs over his and spreads them.

“I’ll help if you need it.” he kisses the side of your neck and you let out a small moan. “For now,” he pushes up your shirt. “I want to play with these.” he engulfs your breasts over your bra and you press back into him. “Grab your new toy, baby. Show me how you're going to play with your pussy when you think about me.” he chuckles at your whimpers.

Aegon pulls the cups of your bra down and has his fingers pinching and rolling your nipples instantly. You bring the head to where he kept it and sigh as you roll your hips against it. You feel for a button and jolt when it turns on. It feels different with his hands on your chest and his lips pressed to your neck. You press the button again to turn it up but it turns off and you hear his giggle at your whine. 

“What’s wrong?” he smiles watching your hips jerk up. 

“I don’t know how to change the settings and stuff.” you reach for one of his hands. “Help me, Aegon. Please. Or just do it yourself.” you plead with a wrecked voice. “Thank you.” you sigh when one of his hands wraps around yours. 

“On and off.” he presses your finger into the button starting the vibrations once more. “Different settings.” he presses your finger to another button. “You can move it around too.” he guides your hand and you whimper. 

“Please can you just keep doing it?” you feel your pleasure begin to build. “Please, please.” your legs shake above his. 

“How could I say no when you beg so sweetly?” he starts to suck and bite at your neck and he circles around your bud. 

“Can I have your fingers instead?” he has the vibrator off and discarded in seconds. “Aegon,” you press back into his as his fingers slide through your wetness. 

“You’re fucking killing me.” he rasps as he starts to quickly circle your bud. “Like this? Is this what you wanted?” he bites down on your neck and a loud moan is torn from you. 

He listens to your noises as he moves his fingers faster. He feels your wetness seeping out of you as you tremble in his arms. His other hand is still kneading your breast and pinching your nipple. You press back into him as you feel your pleasure rushing towards you. You grab onto his wrist and he chuckles seeing your toes curl. 

“Gonna make a mess all over my seat again?” he smirks, listening to your incoherent words. With a small scream you fall apart, crying out his name. “That’s my good girl.” he continues to slowly circle your sensitive bud. 

“Please,” you whisper, digging your nails into his wrist. 

“You did so good.” he hums before pressing his lips to your neck and pulling back to see the mark he left. “Let’s get you dressed. I’m sure Helaena is home by now.” he chuckles when you shake your head. 

“I don’t know if I can hang out with her.” your legs are still trembling as he gently runs his fingers down your thighs. 

“Why don’t you just go watch your little movie and then play out your little idea and I’ll go along with it.” he nods, starting to pull down your skirt from your waist. 

“I don’t have my tights anymore.” you turn to him with a soft pout. 

“Or panties.” he chuckles as your eyes widen. 

“You ripped them too?” you whine. 

“No, I'm keeping them.” he pats your thigh. “I’ll just give you a pair of sweats when we get home. Just make sure to keep your skirt down or everyone will see that your pussy is still crying for me.” your cheeks flush once more. 

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Aegon rushes you into his room, unseen by anyone and rummages through his drawers for a pair of sweats. He walks over to you and pulls your skirt down earning a gasp from you. He helps you step into the sweatpants and walks you to the door and presses his hand against it as you go to open it. 

“While you’re watching your movie,” your breathing deepens. “I’m gonna be in here stroking my cock.” he watches your pupils dilate. “Thinking about you and your perfect little pussy.” you take your hand off the door and turn to him. 

“Can I see?” you push your bottom lip out. 

“Maybe later.” he smirks and opens the door and scoots you out into the hall. 

He shuts the door as you look up at him with flushed cheeks and parted lips. Gods he was sure he was going to come in his pants while you guys were in the backseat, but now he’s left with his straining cock and your wet panties in his pocket. He pulls them out of his pocket as he walks to his bed and collapses back onto it. He pushes his pants down and sighs in relief as his cock springs out. 

He immediately wraps his fingers around his length and he jerks up into his hands. He wraps your panties around the base of his cock and he groans knowing he won’t last. He imagines you laid out underneath him as he slowly pushes into you. How you would claw into his back. Fuck and the way you cry out his name right before you come. 

As he continues to jerk into his hand he’s half tempted to go and drag you out of Helaena’s room. He tightens his grip and swipes his thumb against his leaking tip. He feels his stomach start to coil. “Fuck, just like that baby. Feels so good.” with a low groan he’s spilling all over his hand with thoughts of you kneeling beneath him with an open mouth. 

He pulls your panties off of his cock and throws them over to his pile of laundry before he makes his way to his bathroom. He still can’t believe your little fantasy about him and how you want him to ‘kiss you between your legs’ Gods he’s going to fucking devour you. He cleans himself up before changing and going to wait until your movie is done. 

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After an hour he makes his way to the living room to wait for you and Helaena to come out. He does everything to distract himself from thinking about what he plans to do to you later. Your soft cries as he- he hears a door open upstairs followed by laughter and he’s on his feet instantly. He feigns walking from the kitchen as he runs into you getting off the last step. 

“What are you two doing so late?” he raises his eyebrows. 

“Waiting for her uber home.” Helaena rolls her eyes. 

“I could take her. I was just headed out anyway.” Aegon shrugs. 

“Where are you going? Some late night booty call?” he watches your cheeks flush at his sister's words. 

“Yeah and I can drop her on the way.” he scoffs. “If you want.” he turns to you and he watches your eyes go wide. 

“I don’t want to make you late.” you whisper. 

“My cock will still work if I’m a couple minutes late.” he chuckles at your gasp. 

“Aegon, you pig.” Helaena smacks him on the arm. 

“Cancel your uber and let’s go. I’ll even let you sit in the back and I’ll pretend to be your driver.” he smirks starting towards the garage. 

“You can absolutely tell him no.” Helaena watches you look at Aegon. 

“He can’t be worse than that one uber.” you shrug and she starts to smile. 

“That’s true. Be safe.” she hugs you. “And you,” she turns to Aegon. “Don’t be disgusting.” she turns back to you and nods before going back upstairs. 

“Do you want to sit in the backseat again?” he chuckles as he leads you to the car. 

“The front seat is fine.” you shake your head. 

“Mm are you all shy again, baby?” he opens the door for you. “When I know you’re not wearing any panties under my sweatpants.” you chew your lip as you take a seat before he takes his.

“No, I just don’t want to make you late.” you whisper and he turns to you. 

“What do you mean?” he scrunches his brows. 

“For your booty call or whatever.” you sigh. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t sound so desperate and needy but like,” you whine. 

“But I like you desperate and needy.” he pats your thigh. “There is no booty call, if you remember I need to take you home in your little fantasy and Helaena would never believe I would offer without another reason.” he leaves his hand on your thigh as he pulls out of the garage. 

“Oh.” you feel your cheeks redden. “Then I’m your booty call tonight.” you nod your head. You curse Helaena for picking some sappy love movie tonight because now your emotions are everywhere. 

“Hardly.” he squeezes your thigh. He doesn’t know why your demeanor changed so much and why his ‘booty calls’ are suddenly an issue. Maybe you feel as if this is mainly one sided? Fuck it, maybe this will cheer you up. “I have a confession of my own.” his eyes slide to you at the red light. 

“What is it?” you turn to him. 

“I have fantasies about you too.” your eyebrows scrunch at his words. “Every time you step foot in the house I have a new one.” he’s enjoying watching you squirm once more in his seat. “And every time I take myself to my room and stroke my cock wishing you would just walk in.” he chuckles at your small gasp. 

“I come over a lot.” you purse your lips. 

“And I come a lot.” he squeezes your thigh as he turns onto your street and parks in front of your house. He turns to you and looks past you to your house. “It’s late, I should walk you to the door to make sure you’re safe.” he brushes your hair back enjoying the way you lean into his hand. 

“You don’t have to.” you blink at him nibbling your lip. 

“I don’t mind.” he turns his car off and gets your door for you. “Let’s get you inside.” he walks next to you closely, allowing his fingers to brush against yours while watching you flush. “Can I come in? I just need something to drink.” he steps closer to you as you reach the door. 

“Yeah,” you nibble your lip. “We just have to be quiet.” you look up at him. 

“I can do that.” he smirks and you turn and unlock the door. You start to lead him up the stairs and he chuckles. “Your kitchen is upstairs?” 

“Shh,” you cover his mouth with your hand. “You’re going to wait in my room while I get you a drink.” you hiss. He nods and follows you up the steps once more. You push open your door and he follows you inside and turns to face you. “I’ll be- 

He shuts your door and clicks the lock before pulling you against him. The air is knocked from your chest and he lifts you up and presses his lips against yours. He walks back to your bed before tossing you back. He lifts you further up your bed and presses himself against you as he claims your lips once more. His hands start to push up your shirt and you gasp at his soft touch. 

“Arms up.” he peels the shirt off of you and is unclipping your bra and tossing them to the floor. “Can I kiss these too? Or just between your legs?” he smirks when you nod your head quickly. 

“Yes, please,” he dips down and circles one of your nipples with his tongue. “Aegon,” you grab onto his shoulders when he flicks his tongue against the hardened peak. 

He can’t help but rock his hips against yours and he groans at your small whine. He licks his way to your other nipple and when his teeth graze against it you bring your fingers to his hair. You softly tug on his hair when he sucks your nipple into his mouth and lashes his tongue against you. 

“In your little videos how do they kiss her between her legs?” he pulls back to look at you. 

“A lot of ways.” your voice breathy. 

“Which one do you want to try first?” he grins. 

“You pick.” you nibble on your cheek. 

“This is still your fantasy, baby. How do you want me to kiss your pussy?” he relishes in your soft whine. 

“Just keep scooting down.” he nods with a smile. When he makes it between your thighs he pulls his sweatpants off of you and looks over you waiting before him. “Then hold my legs up so I can’t-“ you stop yourself. “Hold them up to my chest.” you watch his eyes darken. 

“So you can’t what?” he starts to press his lips against one of your legs as he lifts it. 

“So I can’t squirm away from your mouth.” you whisper and he starts to kiss your other leg while lifting it. 

“Like this?” he holds your legs up pressing his arm to the back of your knees. 

“Mhm.” you poke your head to the side. 

“You’re going to show me these videos later.” he turns his attention back to your glistening slit. 

He licks up your center and groans at the same time you whimper. You reach around for his other hand and pull it up to your breast and he chuckles into you. He rolls your nipple as his tongue circles around your bud pulling a breathy whine from you. He flicks his tongue quicker and feels you start to slowly rock against his face. 

“Aegon,” you fist your sheets as his tongue lashes against you. “Aegon, I’m gonna-“ you bring a pillow to your mouth as your pleasure washes through you. You tremble as he continues to lick as you whimper into your pillow. He pinches your nipple and you arch off the bed, abandoning the pillow. “Yes,” he smirks at your high pitched cry. His tongue moves faster with every whine and soon you’re going taut beneath him.

He moves his hand from your breast and sits up and as you’re about to whine his fingers rub quickly around your bud. He watches your eyes roll back as he hears your pleasure coat his fingers. He’s sure you forgot about this by now so he pulls the vibrator out of his pocket and presses it to your bud and turns it on and you moan loudly before covering your mouth with your hand. 

“This is what you wanted right? Your little pussy crying and sensitive while I hold your legs back?” you nod, rolling your hips. “My Gods what do you watch in bed at night?” he chuckles, turning up the speed. You give one last cry until you’re shaking and clawing at his hands. “Alright, alright.” he turns off the vibrator and tosses it to the side. “Was that everything you dreamed your fantasy would be?” he smirks, setting your legs back on the bed. 

“What if I have more?” you pant, clamping your legs shut. 

“Then we can take turns. We get to do one of mine next.” he lays down next to you and brings your lips to his. “How does this one end? Do I stay or do you kick me out?” 

“Stay and not just until I fall asleep.” you kiss him once more. “Until after I wake up.” he chuckles and pulls your lips against his once more. 

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The Landing| Y.JH Part 1 Teaser

Pairing: Guide Singer Jeonghanx Afab! reader Teaser WC: 1.1k Full WC: 11.7k Genre: Non-Idol AU, Neighbors to lovers, Rated: M (18+, MDNI) Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Unplanned Pregnancy, unprotected sex (practice safe sex yall), idiots in love, Reader is in denial of her feelings and the obvious, reader is a single mother, toxic ex, mentions of past abuse, drinking, smoking.

Summary: Jeonghan is an asshole. He is blunt, rude, and sometimes its wondered how he had friends at all. But the thing is. He is an asshole to everyone, but two people. A single mother and her son in his building.

A/N: *reader is the same age as Jeonghan 95* I contemplated posting this, thought about writing something different, but I worked hard on this fic. I also did mention in my k-series summary about starting families. It may not be everyone's cup of tea, but I do hope some can enjoy it. If you want to be tagged when the full fic is posted, just let me know. Thank you, @gam3bo17 for beta reading this. Masterlist Rule/guidlines

**September**

Baby🍑: Hey, Hanni! Can you do me a huge favor??? Baby🍑: I am running late here at work, and Ren is nearly home from tutoring. Mom won’t be able to get him for another hour and I don’t know when I will be getting out of here, could he hang out at your place until either me or her get there? Jeonghan: Of course! I just got off the subway and almost home. I’ll be there soon. He knows to let himself in, he has the code. Baby🍑: You are seriously such a life saver! I will be home soon, and I’ll bring the beer tonight.

Jeonghan smirked as he read your response, before slipping his phone back into his messenger bag to make his way through the crowded subway station; not needing to respond. Picking up his pace slightly once onto the street leading to his apartments since he didn’t want Ren, your eight year old son, to be waiting for him for too long. His place may be a young boy’s dream, he would rather not leave one free to roam in for too long.

Plus, he couldn’t wait to see either of you.

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“I am so very sorry,” You gasped out, finally reaching your floors landing, only to find Jeonghan handing off Ren’s backpack and weekend bag to your mother. Both looking to be packed like it was every week he went to his grandparents. The three of them turned toward you before you spoke, already hearing your feet on the staircase.

“Mama!” Ren yelled out with excitement, releasing your mother’s hand to run to you, nearly knocking you back. His arms wrapped tight around your waist, your eyes dropping right to the thick dark mop of hair, a wide smile gracing your lips as you plant a kiss on the top of his head. Making sure to hug him back with all your might. “Mr. Jeonghan got a new Lego set and says he’s gonna wait until I come home so we can put it together. It’s a spaceship.”

“That is so nice of him,” You respond, glancing up toward the other two, catching a glimpse of the dark haired man leaning against the door frame of his apartment, arms crossed as he watched you both. You could see he was fighting a smile before he finally tore his gaze from you. “Thank you so much again for watching him.”

Jeonghan shot you a wink before bidding you all a good night and closed his apartment door. Leaving the three of you alone on the landing. Turning your attention to your mother, you could see the knowing look she was giving you as she walked toward you and Ren. Your son’s bags in one hand as the other reaches for the boy’s hand.

“I’ll pick him up after work Sunday afternoon. That way you and dad could have the evening to relax.” You tell her, letting her pull Ren from your arms and gave her a half hug.

“Don’t worry about it. Me and your father have decided to close the shop Sunday and Monday. So, we can keep him, and I’ll walk him to school.” She waves off your words, looking down at Ren with a smile. He was staring off into space, absentmindedly swinging his and his grandmother’s hand. When she looked back toward you, you were wearing a look of worry, and she waves you off again, “Don’t give me that look. It’s nothing. Your father wanted to take Ren fishing Sunday, and you know with his hip and leg, he won’t be able to move much the next day. Plus, he didn’t want me to open and work the shop alone. He ran the numbers and found it won’t hurt us to be closed a day or two. So stop that worrying now.”

You gave her a doubtful look, not sure if you should believe her or not. Your parents have been running the small restaurant since before you were even born, it was only closed a total of six times in your life. Your birth, when you got appendicitis, important school events like graduation, and the day that Ren was born.

“Besides, I’m sure you would like to spend some extra time with your boyfriend without worrying about Ren here,” She whispers, making sure that Ren was still off in his own world before speaking. This only earned a sigh from you.

“He’s not my boyfriend, Mom, it’s nothing like that at all. He’s a friend and neighbor who helps me out with Ren sometimes,” You shake your head, keeping your own voice low but you wouldn’t look at her. “I don’t want Ren to get the wrong idea about us.”

“You mean, you don’t want to get attached,” She challenges, straightening her back, and this made you look at her, feeling like you were looking at your future self. “I don’t mean or want to sound cruel, but as a single mother, your chances at finding a husband is slim. Most men wouldn’t look at you twice once they learn about Ren, and this man looks at you like you walk on water. I wouldn’t ignore that if I was you.”

“Thanks for that Mom,” Your voice had a dry tone to it, shaking your head again and adjusted your bag onto your shoulder. “He doesn’t look at me in anyway, nor is there anything between us. He’s my neighbor and a friend.”

“Mmmhmm, I made you some dishes, and they are right there,” She points toward the bright pink bundle on the ground next to your front door. Filled with containers of different foods your mother would make you. Always making enough that you didn’t have to worry too much about cooking through the week. “I was going to put everything away, but Ren’s things were already packed. If nothing is going on, then I would be concerned that he has such easy access to your apartment.”

“Me and Ren have just as easy access to his too.” You cross your arms, trying to not show that your statement was not helping your case whatsoever.

“You must be very good friends then,” Your mother quipped, and it was then Ren snapped out of his daydream with a look of confusion. “I’d call you later, but I am sure you will be busy.”

“Mom!” You gasped, as the two of them started down the stairs.

“Bye Mama!” Ren called out, and you had to lean over the railing to make sure he saw you waving.

“Bye Ren baby. Bye Mom.” You yell out before turning to look toward Jeonghan’s closed apartment door. Your mother didn’t know what she was talking about.

[ivoryrebellionmess]

Spooky remorses IV

Part I Part 2 Part 3

Summary: You dated Jax for a year and a half, it was great. You fought sure, but that's a given if you´re both stubborn (and he's constantly in danger). Gemma didn't like the relationship, and she made sure that it ended. Now, months after the breakup, your friend takes you to a Halloween party that just happens to be SAMCRO´s.

warnings: 18+, mdni

A/N: I hope you like it, I´m so thankfull for every interaction with my posts. I love you guys so much <3

tw: foul language, kinda hooking up with your ex, jealous jax, smoking,a little bit of spice, alcohol, gemma being mean af

Word count: 5k

Staying alone in Jax´s room would only bring overthinking and second-guessing your presence there, so you decided to go search for a friendly face to distract you from every mistake you´d made in the last three hours.

The party was decaying fast, a few members still around drinking and chatting. You spotted Chibs sitting at the bar, and smiled to yourself, knowing he'd give you shit for…well, everything. 

Chibs looked up from his beer when you sat down next to him, brows raising in curiosity and mischief. But he said nothing, waiting for you to set the tone of the conversation.

So, with a defeated sigh, you did exactly that, ¨Go ahead, lay it on me¨. 

The scot laughed, but did not miss his chance. ¨Ya two were putting on quite the show out there, I thought you were gonna rip each other's clothes off on the spot¨.

You just laughed, what else was there to do?. ¨That bad huh?¨

The scot had a look in his eyes that could only be matched by a kid on Christmas morning, he had clearly missed having you around to give you a hard time. And he clearly had some more to add, ¨Oh, it was damn near pornographic. The way-¨

¨Oookay okay, i know i was there, remember?¨, he seemed pleased with himself watching your face redden under the dim lighting of the clubhouse. 

He turned a bit more serious, even if still wearing a shit-eating grin on his face. He hesitated before speaking again.

¨Seriously, though? I thought I was watching one of those cheesy movies you like. Next thing I know you´ll be confessin´your true love on a beach at night¨

You scoffed a laugh, but answered nothing. This was his way of telling you there was more than sexual tension there, and that he did not think it was a bad idea to pursue whatever else was brewing between you tonight. But of course Chibs liked you together, they all did, because you leveled Jax. When you dated he got into fewer fights, he didn't make reckless decisions, and he was in a better mood, which everyone thanked. The other side wasn't so pretty, knowing you'd always come second to his brothers, worrying about him whenever he was on a run, patching him up after, learning how to shoot and defend yourself `just in case`,...

Did you love him? Of course you did, that was the only reason you put up with it, until it became too much. You couldn't let yourself get dragged back into all of it. 

Jax was the kind of guy everyone wants to date: charming, hot, loving, all that mixed with the rush of the danger that came along with being a part of the club. Everyone doesn't know what it feels like, alone in your bed at 3 am, wondering if the cops got them, or the deal went wrong and they´re in a fight, or if he's dead on the side of the road. 

Chibs could almost hear your brain whirring and clicking, so he mentioned someone he knew you wouldn't resist talking about. ¨Gemma was about ready to explode¨.

You tried, and failed, not to laugh, ¨She burst in the room while I was cleaning Jax up¨.

Chibs matched your vibe instantly. No matter how much he loved Gemma, she'd been awful to you since day one, playing a main role in your breakup. So yeah, he´d relish a bit in her misery.

¨Wish I could've seen her face¨, he laughed, ¨What'd she say?¨.

You straightened your back, imitating her body language, ¨I'm his mother and I know what's best for him¨. A quick laugh flew from your throat before speaking again, in your own voice this time. ¨ You know, the usual¨.

A silly smile, a gentle one, invaded your face. Chibs just gave you your own time to say whatever caused it. And you did, in a lower voice, as if saying it aloud would make it not be real.

¨He actually stood up to her, he defended me¨, biting your lip, as much as you tried, did nothing to hide the stupid grin plastered on your face. And for the bare fucking minimum that is.

A look of respect crossed his face, eyebrows rising in surprise. Before saying anything else, he took a sip of his beer, letting the revelation sink in.

¨Did he now? That takes some serious balls¨. You nodded, looking down at your hands with that stupid lovesick look still on your face. 

Only then you realized, you´d been patching him up, he was beat and he´d need meds. ¨Hey you got some painkillers? big guns, he's messed up¨.

His stare got serious for a second, going over what he had. After a few seconds he dug in the inside pocket of his kutte and handed you a plastic bag with around ten pills inside. As he opened his mouth to give you the indications, you got up, interrupting him. 

¨Bed rest, no alcohol, what else doc?¨. You felt like a student again, eagerly answering questions about what should be done with patients. 

A smirk played on his lips, wanting to get back at you for cutting him off. ¨I wouldn't encourage any `physical activities´ tonight, let the boy rest¨. Once again, the familiarity of being in a situation you´d been in a dozen times before stirred something inside you.

It was comforting in a way, it felt like home. 

And, as so many times in the past, you promised it wouldn't happen. The difference was that you meant it. Chibs´s knowing look followed you, he sensed the tension that still lingered between the two of you. He also knew you were more than capable of handling Jax, which meant he could go to bed and not give a fuck. At least for tonight.

You made your way to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water and looked around for something to eat. You were tired and not in the mood for cooking, or a full meal, but Jax needed to eat something. He'd try to resist, he was awfully stubborn and he hated depending on people.

It was ironic really, he got himself into needing to be looked after. There was chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer, so after grabbing two spoons, you made your way back to Jax´s room. 

Chibs was no longer by the bar when you passed it, so you breathed deep and continued on your way. The shower was still running as you set the ice cream and water on the bedside table. It had been a long time, Jax was most likely standing there, letting the hot water soothe his aching muscles. Instead of disturbing him, you decided to lay on the bed. So you took off your shoes and closed your eyes, letting the humming of the shower relax you. 

After a good ten minutes the water stopped flowing, and shuffling sounds made their way to your ears.

Jax came out of the bathroom and stood on the doorway, honest surprise in his face at the sight in front of him. It had been a long time since you´d laid on his bed, especially so relaxed. 

Betting that he´d only be wearing a towel, you did not dare open your eyes, knowing the sight could be enough to send you into an early grave. His toned body wet, water dripping from his hair and beard onto his chest, down his abs, the towel low on his hips, a very visible happy trail,...

¨So you didn't fall down and drown¨, you simply stated.

Jax´s chuckle turned into a wince rather quickly, you furrowed your brows. You did not get a chance to ask how he was feeling when he retorted jokingly, ¨Managed to stay upright, darlin´, thanks for your concern¨

You felt it when he sat by your feet at the end of the bed, you also heard him groan. Finally opening your eyes, you offered some help. ¨Need a hand? Getting dressed?¨. The forming bruises on his back looked weirdly good, complimenting his tattoo.

Your question was met with silence as he glanced down at his body, probably trying to figure out a way to do it on his own.

There wasn't one, he was battered.

Jax chuckled wryly, admitting defeat. ¨My arms are sore and my ribs are killing me¨.

Of course he wouldn't admit to needing help, god he was like a kid sometimes. So you stood up and walked to his closet, hoping a little joke would make him feel better .

¨What are you feeling? casual chic? eleganza extravaganza? cocktail attire?¨. His dry laugh once again led to a wince, but his humour didn't falter, ¨I ain't´exactly feelin´up to a fashion show at the moment¨.

You shrugged, ¨As you like¨, grabbing grey sweatpants and a white shirt, ¨You ready?¨. He looked up at you when you made your way back to him, nodding slowly.

He took a deep breath as he sat straighter, ¨Ready as I´m gonna be¨. When he looked up at you, the vulnerability in his eyes got to your heart. You would've done anything to make him feel better, that had always been the issue. 

So you smiled at him, you couldn't help yourself. The cold nurse was long gone, you now were the girl that had fallen hard for him. ¨You´ve been worse, right? This is a walk in the park¨. Jax chuckled through the pain.

¨Been worse, I´ll give you that. A walk in the park might be an exaggeration¨, you caressed his shoulder as he kept talking, ¨I´m trying my best not to pass out and you´re here all smiles like you don't have a care in the world¨. 

¨You are what I care about right now¨. And before you could stop yourself, you were leaning in and pecking the side of his mouth. Sure, it wasn't a proper kiss, but still, what the fuck were you doing?.

Jax was clearly caught off guard, and when you stepped back a smile was tugging at the corner you´d just pecked.

¨You can't just go around doin´that¨, his voice was a bit hoarse, ¨I aint supposed to get excited right now, darlin´¨

The fact that he was joking was a good sign, but had nothing to do with the smile lingering on your face. ¨Okay, whatever, you know it wasn't like that¨, you laughed, handing him the sweatpants.

You kept on bossing him around as you made your way back to his closet, ¨Put those on and I´ll help you with the shirt¨, you looked over your shoulder at the bruise on his ribs and muttered under your breath, ¨That´ll be trickier¨.

You paid more attention to his groans than the clothes you were picking to change into, and decided he was fine. As fine as he could, given the circumstances. 

Jax finally managed to get the sweatpants over his hips, not missing a chance to rile you up when he noticed what you were doing. ¨You´re not stealing my clothes when I am on the verge of death, are you?¨.

The amusement in his voice made you smile, ¨Well I'm not sleeping like this¨, you vaguely gestured to your dress.

He loved the idea of you sleeping next to him, wearing his clothes. ¨You could always sleep naked¨. He spoke low enough that you had to make an effort to hear him, turning around to see his grin. And that may have been a bad move, a flash of the past crossing your mind…Jax, giving you that same grin, from between your thighs. 

Somehow you managed to answer casually, not letting your true feelings show, ¨You´re not supposed to get excited, remember?¨

¨´course I remember, it doesn't mean i can appreciate the view¨. Something more important than the banter between you came up, a pair of leggings. Not any pair, your favourite ones. The ones you haven't been able to find since the breakup. ¨They were here all this time?¨

Jax chuckled, knowing how much you loved them. ¨Found ´em a few months ago¨, the ghost of a smile danced on his face, ¨Looks like they found their way back to you¨

You bit your lip, pleased with your finding, and pulled out a zip-up hoodie, ¨I think this will be easier to put on¨

You walked up to him, ¨Okay let's go¨, and put his right arm through the sleeve. He didn't complain, so you did the other one. ¨Want me to zip it up?¨.

Jax just nodded, breathing through the pain in his ribs. 

When you were done, you opened his side of the bed, ¨Get in, I´ll be right back¨

You watched as he slowly laid down, playfully pouting at you. ¨You really gonna leave me all alone?¨

You hummed, ¨Yeah, give you some time to think about what you did¨. You heard his chuckle as you went in the bathroom and closed the door.

You changed into your leggings and the shirt you´d originally gotten for him and looked in the mirror. You honestly looked way better than you expected, so you washed your face and took the fangs off. 

Jax looked up when he heard the doorknob twisted, and he had to stop himself from smiling when he saw you. His heart ached to have you back in his life. He nodded at the space next to him and you made your way over, grabbing the ice cream on the way. He didn't need to hear it to know you wanted him to eat something, even if he did not feel like it, so he took that to his advantage. He grabbed the ice cream and patted the bed next to him. ¨I´ll eat if you lay down with me¨

You both knew you couldn't say no to him, so why even try? You sat next to him, handing Jax one of the spoons and burying your own on the ice cream tub. He kissed your temple, ¨Thanks for taking care of me, I know I can be stubborn¨.

Finally you accepted it , you were in too deep, and you didn't care. Maybe tomorrow morning you would, you'd regret everything. ¨You really are insufferable, baby¨.

Both of your hearts jumped at the pet name, yet decided to play it nonchalant, focusing on the ice cream. 

¨I aint that bad, just a little stubborn is all¨. His playful look was met with your incredulous one, ¨A bit-?¨.

He laughed, knowing he was an absolute ass at times, ¨Dont lie, you love it¨.

Shaking your head at his smugness, you handed him two pills.  ¨Please, knock yourself out¨.

A little while after taking them, Jax felt the pain starting to dull and his head getting drowsy. Still, he tried to stay awake, to enjoy five more minutes of your company. Even if that was just laying next to you while you ate the whole ice cream. 

¨You really think I´m that bad, huh?¨. He mumbled, a smile on his face.

You placed the empty container on the bedside table and laid on your side, looking at him. ¨Not at all¨, your voice was barely above a whisper.  

Jax´s eyelids were heavy, the meds really starting to work, you could tell he was making an effort to keep his eyes from closing. 

¨I'd hate to have you think I am an insufferable ass¨.

You´d already fucked up by ending in his bed, so what was another tiny mistake? You leaned in and softly kissed him, whispering against his lips. ¨Well yeah, but you´re my insufferable ass¨.

His heart skipped a beat, he gently kissed you, one of his hands softly grazing your hip. ¨Damn you¨. What he wanted to damn, more than you, was the effect you still had on him.

You bumped your nose against his, teasing him. ¨Nice thing to say after I took care of you¨.

He snorted, now laying on his back. ¨You know what I mean¨, he gave you a lazy smile, ¨Not fair, kissin´me when I'm high and can't do nothin´about it¨.

He looked relaxed from the side, you could tell he was almost asleep, ¨You got bigger things to worry about¨.

The ever-present smirk on his face did not falter, ¨Do I now, like what?¨.

God, how he managed to still be so cocky you would never understand. You were a close second though, only giving him a pointed look for an answer. And he knew what you meant, of course he did, but how could he not tease you a little?

He put the best innocent facade he could muster before side eyeing you, ¨You´re gonna have to be a little more specific, darlin´¨ .

You just laughed under your breath, ¨What a fucking ass¨.

He was a sucker for you, living for moments like these, living for you. ¨Aren't you supposed to be nursing me back to health?¨, you were scooting closer before you knew it, ¨And here I thought you were doing it because you care about me or somethin´¨.

¨Oh my god how long do these meds take to work¨, you playfully teased, ¨there are no laws against insulting you while I heal you, baby¨.

¨You´re a real piece of work, y´know that?¨, he was slurring, the pills finally getting to him. 

You just shushed him, caressing his face, ¨Sleep now¨.

Jax could barely fight it, but he found the strength to ask you one last thing. ¨You´re not gonna disappear on me while I sleep, are you?¨.

You didn't let yourself think about it for too long before reassuring him that you'd stay. He finally fell into a deep, medicated sleep. When the stress was finally gone, you realized how tired you actually felt. It did not take long for you to close your eyes and drift off next to him.

About six hours later, a pair of blue eyes slowly opened under furrowed brows. The first thing Jax had felt when consciousness returned to him had been pain. It wouldve been very romantic that you were the first thing on his mind, sure, but that´s just not how life works sometimes. 

The ribs on his left side, his fists, the back of his head, it was as if every single part of him was hurting.

Your stirring finally reminded him of…well, everything that had happened. Its not that he didnt remember what had happened, but considering he hit his head Jax just assumed it had been a dream. 

It hadnt though.

You looked peaceful, the ghost of a smile gracing your lips. You´d looked beautiful last night, but this was better. No worry lines on your face, no furrowed brows, just a smile. 

Cute as this moment was, his body had other plans. Jax slowly sat up, trying not to wake you. It was hard, even through his gritted theet, he could not help but groan. 

You rubbed your eyes, barely able to get words out of yourself. ¨Hey, hey, hey dont move¨.

All his feelings of gratitude and desire to prove he was a better man were quickly overrun by annoyance at his own aching body, ¨I know¨, his back was facing you. 

¨But I gotta piss¨. His voice was rough and a little aggressive, you just sighed and laid back on the bed.

The blond may not have evolved, but you sure had. You matched his passive aggression and just stayed there, eyes closed, pretending to sleep. Some time ago, you´d have force fed him painkillers and treated him carefully, but that wasnt you anymore. Not the sober you anyways.

So, after a couple tries, he had no choice but to ask for your assistance. ¨Help me up?¨. A few second of deafening silence. ¨Please¨

Your lips stil sealed and half asleep, you went to his side and let him use you as a crouch. Jax heavily leaned on you, trying hard to keep silent. Determined to pretend he was fine. 

There was a flaw on his plan, he needed your help to make it to the bathroom.

Based on experience this was just his body warming up, after a little movement he´d be all right on his own. Almost.

¨Feels like a truck run me over¨, he tried to joke. His shitty morning attitude had bothered you so you kept quiet. 

That was until you were halfway to the bathroom and all of his weight was on you, risking his mood worsening, you asked. ¨Want me to get one of the boys?¨

That struck a nerve, someone seeing him weak? No way. He tensed up and stopped walking. 

¨I can do it myself¨, you could barely hear him through his gritted teeth. 

Fearing your reaction if you pushed it, you scoffed and urged him to keep moving. He played it tough, stubborn as he was. Anyone couldve been able to tell that he was in a lot of pain.

Jax looked at your face for the first time when he leaned on the doorframe, his voice was soft when he spoke, even if his words were not. ¨I can take it from here¨.

Raising your hands in surrender, you took a step back. Your voice was cold when you said he had more pills on the bedside table.

You left, mad at him, mad at you. Mad. Just plain mad. 

The biker grunted, closing the door and leaning on the sink, knowing had pissed you off. He did look like shit, pale skin and tired eyes. Jax cursed under his breath, he couldnt bear the thought of anyone seeing him like this, not even you. 

Especially not you.

That´s something you´d never been truly quite grasped. It wasnt so much a macho thing, not with you. When it came to you, it wasnt about bravado. It was about making someone he loved suffer, the hurt in your eyes when they went over his bruises, … A hurt he did not know how to comfort. 

You made your way to the kitchen, expecting it to be empty. If the beginning of the morning had been bad, what would come after was way worse. Gemma was sitting down having a coffee, and you couldn´t stop the groan that crossed your lips.

Gemma smiled slyly, the battle you´d won the prior night fresh in her mind. Fake sweetness laces her voice as you made your way to the coffee maker, ¨Well, well, look who it is¨.

¨Yeah, yeah¨. You didnt even bother wasting energy on her, knowing you´d need it with her hot headed son. 

She sipped her coffee as you put sugar on your own. Her sharp eyes studied your every move, looking for the perfect way to get under your skin, to gather the information she needed. 

If you hadnt known her, you´d have thought the concern in her voice was sincere. 

¨You look tired, sweetheart¨.

Again, no fight in you, everything about you was neutral, even your tone. ¨He just woke up¨, you dryly added.

She wanted to know what had happened, where your relationship stood. You wanted to erase the past night from your brain. 

Gemma´s eyes gleamed as she sensed the tension coming off of you. There was no doubt as far as whose fault that was.

¨And how is he?¨. You sat up on the counter, leaning your head back against the cabinets. ¨You know how he is¨.

 She just smirked, sipping from her mug. ¨Stubborn as a damn mule¨.

Silently, you nodded. Eyes closed, head thrown back, you almost felt calm. Almost. The matriarch studied you quietly. If your eyes had been open you would have seen something close to pride on them. Gemma herself had never been able to pinpoint what exactly she disliked about you. Because it was not you . Your personality, she liked, you were fiery. You could handle her son and you perfectly managed with the rest of the men of the club. Had she been honest with herself, you were too good for this life, it dimmed your light. She had seen you around town with your friends, you looked happier when you didnt have a criminal to worry about constantly.

She rested her forearms on the table, cocking her head as she spoke. ¨Can I ask you something?¨.

There was no spite in her words, and her face seemed softer than you could remember ever seeing it.

For a second you played with the idea of her liking you, being there for you when Jax was being an immature jerk or putting himself in danger. You quickly dismissed it, it wouldnt do you any good to dwell on that. 

You sounded almost playful when you answered, ¨I have a feeling youre gonna ask anyways¨.

She chuckled, you both knew each other all too well to be playing this game. ¨Why are you back?¨.

Once again, no bite behind her question, just plain curiosity. You straightened your position on the counter so you could have a proper conversation. ¨Whats your point?¨. No bite didnt mean you were friends of course, you were still weary.

¨Jax´s better off without you¨, she did not seem as sure of this statement as a few seconds before. Your brows furrowed, defending her son was a pivotal point of Gemma. ¨You two arent good for each other…¨.

It felt like she was holding something back, yet you couldnt figure out what it could possibly be. Gemma´s voice was soft when she finished her sentence, ¨…he makes you into something you´re not¨.

She quickly went back to her usual demeanour, leaning back on her chair, ¨You know it and so do I¨.

It somehow felt like you were walking into something, but not a trap, not exactly. You moved from your spot on the counter to a chair in front of Gemma, and took a sip of coffee before giving into whatever was happening. 

¨What´s that supposed to mean? He makes me into something I´m not?¨. You knew, you agreed, and your eyes reflected it.

But this could not be played as a bonding moment between the two of you, neither of you were ready to navigate that type of relationship. 

¨My boy turns you into a mess, all upset and emotional¨, she eyed your face up and down, ¨exhausted¨. 

Well, yeah, you were stressing over Jax, you´d done that for the whole time you´d dated. What else were you supposed to do when your boyfriend was VP of a literal gang? You worry, that's what you do.

On the other hand, she was right and you couldnt deny it. He turned you into an unstable version of yourself, a not-so-cheery you, … No one could deny that after the initial shock when the breakup happened, you´d had a glow up. It wasnt something physicall, it was all of you. You were relaxed, you were happier. Even if you missed Jax and the bad days felt like absolute shit. If you were honest with youself, that was normal after losing someone important in your life, not a sign that you truly wanted to get back with him.

Gemma could see the turmoil of doubt in your eyes, and maye a little bit of her in you? Getting pregnant had played an important part on her staying with her first husband but what wouldve happened if she hadn´t? And what would happen to you if you stayed? She knew how the club corrupted everyone it touched, and you had managed to escape that once.  Would you be lucky enough to do it twice?

She got up and, before leaving, she added, ¨You already spend your days nursing people back to health¨. You didnt need to be doing it as an extracurricular activity too…

Alone in the kitchen, you finished your coffee, a million thoughts racing in your head. It got too much and you needed space from anything to do with the club. Rushing to the room, you mentally checked where you had left your clothes and purse the night before. 

The room was not empty, he was in the bed. It didnt take long to notice he was asleep. Thank god. 

The pills were nowhere to be seen, so he would not wake up. You hopped in the shower, the hot water numbing your thoughts. Alone in the bathroom, Gemma´s words resonated with you. You forcefully tried to stop that train of thought when your heart started to beat faster and faster. 

Somewhere deeep inside you, you wanted to push Jax away, to protect yourself. He still had a grip on your heart, but that only meant he could still hurt you. What had ahppened last night after all? What had happened this morning?

You dry yourself and put your leggings back on, the shirt still smells like Jax when it goes over your head. You pretend it doesn´t affect you. You grab a gym bag from Jax´s closet and put all of your things inside it.

The tought that leaving with so much of his stuff would probably mean at least another call does cross your mind. You quickly banish it as you put on your heels, not having another shoe option. 

Jax looks innocent when he´s sleeping, no tension on his face, you place a kiss on his cheek. A goodbye? You did not know. 

You chuckle when you look at your outfit on the mirror, the true definition of a walk of shame.

Breathing deeply, you look at him one last time, and walk out. On your way to look for a taxi, you come across Gemma.

No words are exanged, but your eyes are enough. For both of you. It was never about hatred. 

Anxiety swarms your mind as you exit the Sons´ property, would you ever be sure that this had been the right decision? 

[winryrockbellwannabe]

this guy is honestly making me question too much shit

bc there's no way in hell is just that nice, right?

at this point either: 1. he's being this nice and kind bc he has a crush on me, 2. he's honestly that nice, which will make me have a crush on him, bc omg. he's just the nicest person ever

[miodiodavinci]

men will simply take back their old job as a favor to their boss and then immediately remember why they left their old job

[felidthing]

one of the downsides of living alone is everything getting dirty when you get sick. congrats youre better now figure out where the hell to start fixing everything else

[deus-ex-mona]

winter 2k24, huh~~~~~~ _(:3 」∠)_

[grandmaestershibe]

family picture

[goobie-goo]

YOU. DEAR FRIEND.

does dallas remind you of any fictional characters? anyone irl? (general appearance or personality or maybe like certain things he does,,, idk—)

HI BESTIE!!

hmm….. let me rack my brain a little bit

hear me out here. hes like if bill cipher was a nice guy and didnt use his powers for evil

like think about it!!! interdimensional being with the ability to travel between universes and interact with the people in them, plus they’re both immortal! also they both have a similar sense of humor that usually involves mortals realizing their godhood (although dallas is definitely much more lighthearted about it than bill)

bonus: both of them killed their dad and cant go back to their home dimension

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

do you think they tried at all. i cant see it ending well

blaine: stop-- i- i don't want to go in there--

blaine: c'mon. tell me honest this time. take me to spader.

[chiistarri]

what if instead of messaging me in the middle of the night about your stupid fucking girlfriend and your stupid fucking problems with her you actually act like my fucking friend and message me like how you message everyone else in our group

[coffeebooh]

listen… yk i said i didn’t want to see drama between artemis and zee/m’gann but the idea that mary might tell a captured by apokolypse artemis the truth would be so… it would somehow be poetic idk

[wizerdbattle]

Whateverr...