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divine-draws · 5 years ago

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quirkless hero izuku au shit. all of it is gunna be under the cut bc i KNOW this will get long.. p much just a list of hcs and how the au goes for Me at least

also feel free to send me asks about the au. i may draw some stuff for it too!!!

okay so obvs izuku doesnt get afo

id say that the events of the start of bnha p much happen as in like the whole sludge/slime monster and meeting all might

and we get the rooftop scene but instead when all might is asked if izuku can be a quirkless hero he hesitates for a moment but, knowing the answer HE wanted to hear, he says yes. or p much says yes

izuku isnt outright discouraged like in canon. i think all might though isnt the most motivated person about it bc that wasnt the case for him but he also knows what kids want to hear.. buuut also he like.. doesnt want this kid hurting himself

izuku sees small might form and all that but yeah he’s fucking determined

and id say the same shit with izuku running out to fight happens but when he’s heading home after being admonished he runs into small might and-

p much yagi grabs this kid by the scruff of his neck and is like you CAN be a hero without a quirk but please for the love of god do not go running into fights like that again.

and so like in canon all might trains him BUT it’s not exactly to pass down his quirk. all might doesnt TELL him about his quirk but low key feels like this kid has the potential and shit. trains his body and shit before his entrance exams and all that and like in canon he ends up trying to pass on his quirk before the exam

this time though, upon izuku now finding out the truth of all might’s quirk, he.. declines. he’s like thank you but no thanks. i’ve thought about this for a while and like.. i want to do this without a quirk. without help

(later though bc it’s izuku he’s in his room fucking screaming internally because he turned down being all might’s successor WTF IS WRONG WITH HIM??? but dw this was a Good choice)

so obvs the au can go a couple ways here BUT honestly bc it’s my au and ppl can make unrealistic aus if they want im saying he manages to get enough rescue points in the entrance exam to juuust scrape by to getting into class 1-A. yay hero course!!!

id say a similar thing to canon happens but he does more rescue shit ending w him saving uraraka and lol idk he probs gets kinda crushed tho. this boy’s bones are NOT safe even in this au

so yeah it’s sick though him and his mom cry a bunch when he finds out he got in. yagi is so fucking proud of this boy like oh wtf.

(also side plot of all might meeting mirio who ends up being his successor. this time it’s mirio and izuku and all might doing those ofa meetings and shit bc izuku knows and he’s fucking SO SMART and is rlly good at analysis and strategy and give me that good good senpai mirio relationship w izuku. they joke around a LOT and it’s good izuku has friends in 1-A and a pseudo older brother in mirio. anyway!)

p much i think the plot follows some very similar things except we got some tweaks to it that are better

izuku is like.. mei’s fucking playgroud. it’s free realestate!! he is fucking insane and they become friends and he tries out her babies and really he just gets some kick ass support items. the support items arent everything but i mean they really help. between mobility and so on. and like this kid can pack a PUNCH/kick so like having his steeltoed boots and like brass knuckle equivalents etc help make it that much worse

anyway so sports festival ?? oh man!!!

so for the sports festival honestly izuku didnt use his quirk much in canon ANYWAY so like easy translation imo. he uses his big ass nerdy brain !!!

but then we still get the scene between todoroki and him and when they get out there to duke it out like.. we still get that lovely “it’s your quirk” shit

i think it’s a lotta just izuku using his brain to avoid being fucking frosted and like him getting some Good Hits in on shouto.

he does loose. it’s not as explosive as the canon fight but he def sacrifices his own chance of proving himself even more by getting in the top three to just.. help shouto. bc that’s just who he is though and through

shouto may have gone a bit overboard and once again izuku ends up with a shattered arm. so worth it tho

(also listen i may not get to that point in all this but todomido/tododeku is a THING 10000% in this au)

uuuuuh. yeah but honestly i think a lotta ppl are like..rlly surprised when they hear that he’s quirkless or whatever. and like duh this kid is fucking so good stfu he can do all this without a quirk

he works harder than anyone there and deserves so much

also no deku hero name. none of that shit in my house

tbh atm dont know what it would be. just the one that i hear enough of like dekiru

but id be way down for it to be like.. something diff idk

honestly i have so many more thoughts in my head. so send me questions about it or whatever. i just love this and think izuku NOT getting ofa is like.. so good

#bnha #quirkless izuku #like he stays quirkless #midoriya izuku #izuku doesnt get ofa #my aus #speaks #not art #my hcs #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #izuku #deku #todomido #all might #yagi toshinori #togata mirio

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billaustcuck · 3 years ago

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Between U an me . I'm a 40yo interstate truck driver of 20 years experience . I was born in 2 5he industry and my close family are all in 5hr buisness mum A my little sister in the office. Sis hubby is a driver. I'm also gay . By my 20th birthday I had been secretly sleep with a 32yo farmer we deslt with .col an I been together secretly sconce I wax 16 an we often went to gay bars me in a little dress an make up . I am 158cm 60kg. Shoulder length brown hair. Much talk between myself and col and the choice was made. We headed to Sydney for a 5 week holiday id book a 4 week stay at a private facility and col would visit dayly .day 2 was the sergiry no going back I came out in agony an 2 days later the doc came to see me heeling an with my knees up an aparr 6he doc Peel the bandage away it was a horrific site . To cheer me up doc said Gunna spend alot of time in that position .I couldn't get boobs everyone would notice so I had bottom sergiry . 6 months of heeling an on my 21st birthday col and I dined on seafood an champagne at gold coast casino I had a tight cocktail dress and corset push my body fat into a cleavage. Back in the room it wasn't my cleavage col wanted an as planned in missionary position col took his time to eade his cock in me . It hurt so nice an then I wrapped my legs around his an we made love .

Fast forward 2 years col and I still have separate places and I'd been see a truck driver more my age he was bi and love my vagina an was sworn to secrecy. to many morning we've woken in park bays an I'm in his bunk an it's the walk of shame back to my truck . . I got home early from a run an with Damo the driver I showered and in black nightie I was working hard on my knees between Damo knees when col use his key came in caught us .

Next few years I had a few lover but my 30th at mums I was totem drunk passed out family and friends prob 40 people there an I woke in my old room next morning my head hurt my mouth was dry and I was naked an sore I'd definitely been fucked by who I never found out.

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thewondersofsmut · 5 years ago

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Happy Ending

Request: Hi sorry to bother u but can u do a deanxreader where reader has back pains and dean offers to give her a massage, and he sits on her lower back/butt area and it turns into something more. Thanks! I understand if u can't write it b/c u prob get a Lotta requests. – Anon

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, smut

Word Count: 1873

A/N: I’m back! And Im posting a few fics today! Feedback is loved!

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“Son of a bitch,” You groaned, pressing your free hand to your lower back, and swinging your machete to your other shoulder. “You good there, (y/n)?” You looked up to Dean, dragging the vampire’s dead body to the pile. “Peachy.” You faked a smile. Dean couldn’t stop his body from reacting to the noises you elicited, his hips jerking forward. “What’s up?” He asked, being better at expressing his feelings of concern towards you, not that he didn’t care, he always assumed that getting too close to you could cost your life, but you had quickly proven that trusting and expressing to each other would be good, considering that you’ve saved his life multiple times.

“Just some back ache, comes with aging,” You joked, making him chuckle. “We should head back, Sammy’s gunna need meds, I promised to pick some up for him.” Your voice sounded hoarse. “I think we should get something for you, maybe some muscle patches too?” Dean suggested, shrugging. You couldn’t help but smile. He’s gotten better at showing he cared, a lot. It also helps that you know of his tiny crush on you. More like large, according to Sam, ever since your first encounter with them as you saved them. “Yeah, he hasn’t gotten sick in a while.” Dean affirmed and you both trotted to baby after setting the bodies aflame.

Dean always glanced at you as a whine escapes your parted lips, your hand trying to alleviate pressure from your back as you sat. You promptly twisted your upper body, grounding your feet and you heard the satisfying cracklings of your spine. You did it on the opposite side and you side, a little bit of the pain leaving your body. “Holy shit, (y/n), is that even safe?” He asked, stunned. You giggled, another sound he loved to hear. “It helps.” You winked and he chuckled, focusing on the road once again.

You had dropped by the pharmacy, got a lot of necessities, medicine, and first aid and all that to stock up the bunker, your new found home. After Dean getting a slice of pie, you were both heading back.

You and Dean brought all your stuff inside and Sam was in the library, on his laptop with a blanket draped around his back. “Hey Sammy,” You greeted, acquiring Dean’s nickname for him early on. You were two years older than him and he’d looked up to you as a sister, even though he still found himself being like an ‘over protective brother’ to you too. “Hey guys, how was the hunt?” He asked. “Totally good.” You replied, your smile turning sour when you bent down to put your bag down. “Are you hurt?” Sam immediately asked, pushing his chair back to stand up.

“No—no, I must’ve pulled something in my back, just gettin’ old,” You joked and he chuckled.

“You’re not old.” Dean snickered, playfully rolling his eyes. “Feels like it.” You scrunched your face and the brothers laughed. “I’m going to shower.” You announced and Dean decided to make soup for the three of you, most especially his sick brother. “You’re ogling her.” Sam teased, smirking at his brother. Dean scoffed. “Am not.” “If you say so.” Sam teased and Dean ran for the kitchen.

After letting hot water run down the expanse of your back for another minute, you stepped out of the shower, wiping down your whole body, putting on some loose jumper and some shorts. You went back to the library just as Dean was bringing a bowl of hot soup to Sam, who thanked him. “Eat up, sweetheart, this should help you too.” He grinned you murmured a thank you, before sitting down. “I think you two should rest and the three of us can do a case once you’re all better.” You said.

Sam smiled. “Don’t you like hunting with me? Like we used to back when Sam was in Stanford?” Dean pouted and you thought that was the cutest thing ever. You giggled and Sam’s smile grew wide. “I do, Dean, but I’m having issues with my back, and I know you’re pretty beaten up too, a couple of days isn’t gunna hurt.” You smiled and his pout went away. “How ‘bout I make pie tomorrow for us to enjoy?” You asked and he grinned. “Bribery accepted.” He hummed and you and the younger Winchester chuckled.

After the light dinner, you helped Sam out in the translation he was well occupying himself whilst being sick as Dean offered to clean up. The hours ticked by fast, Sam heavily asleep with the medication he’d taken. You were doing a bit of stretching when Dean passed by your bedroom. He arched an eyebrow, his eyes slowly looking at the expanse of your legs and the exposed skin by your hips with the jumper hanging low. “You okay there, sweetheart?” Dean asked and you looked up at him. You groaned and stood up. “Just, it’s either my spine’s all fucked up for I have a ton of knots in my back, like those wired earphones.” You scoffed and Dean laugh.

“Would you like me to give you a massage?” His tone had no malice but your brain went to multiple directions. “Yes,” You voiced out before you actually thought of it. You bit your lip and he just gave you a soft smile, entering your room then closing the door behind him. You took off your jumper to reveal a slim bralette you like to wear to sleep.

Dean tried his best not to groan at the sight, it wasn’t the first time he saw you in your underwear, heck, he’d accidentally seen you naked before, as you did to him. “I think I’ve got oil somewhere here,” Your voice cut out his incoherent thoughts and just nodded. You fished it out of your drawer and handed it to him before laying on your stomach on the bed. “’S it okay for me to sit on you?” He asked and you hummed in approval. He did as he suggested, sitting and trying not to put too much weight on your plump ass.

Dean poured a little bit of oil on your back, glistening in the light and he began to press his thumb on your muscles. You tried to bite back a moan but was unsuccessful. He could feel himself twitch at the sound but powered through, going lower on your back until he was massaging the small area between your ass and lower back, squeezing your hips. His hands felt soft despite having rough and calloused edges. The sheets in front of you were bunched up in your fists and you knew you were getting wetter as the seconds passed.

Dean’s hands were going up and down each arm and then back on your shoulders, your neck, then they slowly descended down to your waist. “Fuck, Dean.” You breathed and Dean jolted. He sucked in some air as if gathering some courage and descended to your ass, cupping and squeezing them. He moved towards your legs and started to massage your thighs and legs. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, (y/n).” When he was coming back up to squeeze your backside.

“Fuck, yes, continue.” You shivered at his tone and mumbled against the pillow and he chuckled darkly at how you’re reacting to his touches. His hands continued to massage your body but he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the valley of your shoulder and neck and you moaned, body tingling. You pushed back on your ass, Dean groaning as you brushed against his hardening length. “Fuck, baby.” He shut his eyes, his breath hot on your neck. It spurred you on, grinding up to him and his free hand lands on your hips, tight and warningly.

“Fuck me, Dean.” You whispered, leaning up towards the side where his face was. You moved your head more towards him and he kissed you feverishly. He sat back up, prying your legs open with his hands, this time, slowly running his fingers over your cloth-covered core, your hips bucking in response. Dean hooked his fingers on the waistband of your shorts and underwear, slowly stripping the pieces of clothing off of you, your ass slightly bouncing when it went over them and Dean but his lip, one of his hands grabbing a handful and squeezing. You lifted your hips up and brought your hands up to shimmy off your shorts since Dean got mildly distracted.

He squeezed your inner thigh and you instinctively tried to close them if not for his strong knees stopping them from moving. His fingers ran through your folds teasing your entrance and you couldn’t help but mewl. Dean clenched his jaw and pulled off his shirt. He then worked on your pants and you had to look back, meeting his eyes as you roamed his body. He gave you a boyish smirk and you swore you could come just by that. “You really want this, (y/n)...?” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your back, making you shiver, feeling his cock press against your ass.

“Heck yeah, would’ve asked you to massage me a long ass time ago if I knew this would happen.” Your voice was breathy as he started to grind his hips against yours. “Shit, babygirl, wish I’d known, would’ve done it sooner.” He whispered, nibbling on your earlobe, making you wetter by the second. He slowly pushed in, groaning at your tightness. “Fuck.” You pushed back, whimpering when his free hand grabbed your hips and thrusting in fully. “Dean!” You moaned.

He let you adjust before pulling back and slamming back in. “You’re so tight, baby.” He whispered, kissing your cheek. “Fuck me, Dean, please.” “Will do, babygirl.” He grunted and proceeded to pound you. Your moans and his grunts were echoing along the walls and you only hoped Sam was snoring away loud enough not to hear you. You were fisting the sheets in your hands as your hips bucked back to him. His thrusts were fast and erratic and soon enough, it was uneven yet hard enough to make you scream. “Fuck, (y/n), coming—“ He grunted. “Fuck!” You screamed. He felt you clench around his throbbing cock.

“Come for me, babygirl.” He whispered against your ear and you did, moaning out his name along with a string of profanities. He groaned, feeling overwhelmed with your tightness and just as you backed your hip up to him, he came, spilling deeply inside of you. He rode out both your orgasms and slowly lifted himself off of you. You twisted around to lay on your back and he leaned down, kissing you fully. “Are you satisfied with your massage?” He asked with a cocky smirk. You laughed, slapping his chest. “You gotta answer it, (y/n)!” He laughed. “Yes, Dean, it was a very very satisfying happy ending.” You answered with a wink, prompting him to laugh even more.

He leaned down and pecked your lips. “Well that leaves the question, will we finally be together?” He asked. You heart swelled as you leaned up, kissing him tenderly. “Absolutely.” You whispered.

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sgtbuckyybarnes · 4 years ago

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All evens for Daxia ❤️

2. What is their wand wood and core?

11 inch elder wood with dragon heartstring

4. What Hogwarts house were they sorted into? Why did the hat put them in that house over the others? Was it a quick sorting or a hatstall? Are they happy with their sorting? What Hogwarts house would they least fit into?

She was sorted into Gryffindor which was a surprise to everyone including herself. The hat chose Gryffindor because it could see what she was capable of instead of what was expected of her and didn’t stall for a single second - you know how it yells Slytherin when it touches a hair on Malfoy’s head? That was what it was like with Dax - her potential just shone through and the hat chose to give her a different path to what was expected of her.

At first she isn’t happy at all because she knows her family won’t be happy but as time goes on she couldn’t be more happy and proud to be a Gryffindor.

I think she’d least fit into Hufflepuff, as much as she admires them she doesn’t really fit in with the traits.

6. What electives do they chose in third year?

She chooses Care of Magical Creatures and Muggle Studies

8. How do they do on their OWLs? On their NEWTs?

Passes with flying colours, Outstandings in Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, History of Magic, Defence Against the Dark Arts and Muggle Studies and Exceeds Expectations in Care of Magical Creatures and Astronomy then Acceptable in Herbology

10. What Wizarding treat (bertie botts, chocolate frogs, etc.) is their favorite?

Both she and Lily could eat their body weight in chocolate frogs!

12. What is their Boggart? What happens to it when they cast Riddikulus?

Her boggart is her cousins coming after her with an unforgivable curse in the war effort. I’m not sure what she’d turn it into with Riddikulus because I’m pretty sure she’d have the Molly Weasley reaction to it and it would really upset her at first.

But in the end she’d probably turn them into a comedian telling terrible jokes (she loves terrible jokes)

14. What spell is their favorite? Which do they use the most?

Not gunna lie ya girl loves a bit of fire so Incendio is prob her favourite but Accio or Lumos are the ones she uses the most

16. If they trained as an Animagus what form would they take?

She does! And she’s a red vixen/fox

18. Which Unforgivable Curse would they be most likely to use? What would be the reason for it?

This question is so tough!! I think she’d have issue with using any of them but honestly I think in the war it would have to be the killing curse, she couldn’t take control of any one (because she would h a t e that herself) and she couldn't stand there and watch someone writhe in pain so a quick killing curse and it’d be over.

20. Which Deathly Hallow (wand, stone, or cloak) would they want? Why?

She already has access to the cloak whenever she wants so that’s out of the question. I think it’d be the wand purely because of the intrigue behind it and the excitement of owning the worlds most powerful wand

Harry Potter OC Ask Game

#thank youuu!!#Daxia Lestrange #fic: September First #answered #starcrossedjedis

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fuckblizzardbearlover · 5 years ago

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Lot of other good posts here.

Im just gunna say this simple fact.

These ppl you dont know arent your friends. Rick riordan isnt your friend. He doesnt know u. You dont have to give him a pass just cus you like his work. If u respect him u should hold him to the standards u do other ppl. Hes a grown ass man wity a fair bit of money and hes loved long enough to know and admit when he fucks up. I know hes prob getting some bad hate but i know some of that is from him refusing to admiy to fault. And no pc non apologies arent apologies.

Hes not your budy. Hes not your pall. Hes worth of 35 million and allegedly according to celebritynetworth.com earned 11 million between 2016 and 2017.

If youve ever said "eat the rich" you mean him.

Ppl like him, opra, ellen. Mean or nice they are rich, which means they have no real morals. U cant have that much money and be good. Every now and thrn one of them comes off their golden toilet and uses a tiny percentage of their vast wealth to help people. These are ppl who were upset cus the travel ban meant they couldnt vacation in their third home, that their barber had to make a house call and they couldnt go to their fav restaurant and buy caviar.

You dont need to try to hard trying to silence ppl who continue to lose their lives and culture from racism , to defend some guy whos prob stressing out about press photos while u go out and risk the plague cus ppl like him dont pay enough taxes

#rick riordan #eat the rich #your fav is not your friend #we dont stan #applies to so many other rich ppl

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crysta-cub · 5 years ago

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Caught in a Blind. Chapter 5: Stretch.exe Has stopped working

All Stretch wanted to do was to check on Edge. He wasn't expecting this.

**Caution with descriptions of Injuries and, well, Red's humor may not be in good taste for everyone**

Also Sorry for the long wait, got a bit busy with life and minor writer's block.

AO3

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The next few days passed rather uneventful. Lots of food and rest, almost like a vacation with Blue overly fretting over him. His bones no longer felt like lead and he was beginning to feel energetic. After convincing his brother, Stretch was up and walking over to the door of their guest bedroom. After a classic nails and a haircut knock, Stretch waited for a gruff, “come in” before opening the door and stepping in. “hey, Red, how’s...” Stretch stopped in his tracks once he got a good look inside. There on the bed was Edge, unconscious and bandaged from head to toe, his left arm and both legs in casts. Pale red magic glowed over the bruises around Edge’s face, tracing along the bandages, what little magic the injured skeleton had was trying to heal the multiple wounds. Two IV bags hung above the unconscious skeleton. A maroon glowing bag contained the concentrated raw magic that was gifted from Blue. The line going directly to Edge’s soul, conveniently covered by the blanket. It was a breath of fresh air to hear that Edge’s magic was accepting the concocted mixture of magic of Blue and the Undyne from Underfell. The bag looked half empty, the slow integration potentially aiding in giving Edge the chance to gain the raw magic he lost.

The second bag, a thick and rich crimson that could only be marrow, ran a line to an uncomfortably large needle that bore right into the bone of Edge’s right ulna. Marrow, the life support of a Skeleton monster. The current bag wasn’t going to be enough to completely replace what Edge lost but would help while his body produced more as he recovered. Blue’s already is talking about possibly donating his own as well.

From what Blue had told him, Stretch already knew Edge’s injuries where server, but it was another thing seeing them for the first time. “tsk, take a picture, it’d last longer.” Red’s voice pulled Stretch out of his stupor. Stretch mentally shook his head before closing the door and walking towards the bed. “is nice ta see ya up an’ ‘bout, honeybun.” “thanks… how’s he doing?” Stretch kept his voice low, standing by the bed, unable to keep his eyelights off of the unconscious monster. “eh, out of any danger. he’s woken up a few times but the meds and healin’ magic keeps him loopy. he’s just been sleepin’, which is good, he needs it.” Red sounded tired as he shifted in his chair. Stretch looked down, noticing the shadows under his sockets. Stretch wondered when he last slept. “you did good kid. got him home.” “heh, i can’t take all the credit, Edge lead me back most of the way. he fucking saved my life. least i could do was to get him home.” Stretch sadly smiled at Red who only hummed back. Red rubbed at his face, giving out a sigh. “do me a favor, watch him for a bit, need to step out.” “yea, no prob. take your time, you look a little bone tired.” Stretch chuckled. Red chuckled tiredly “you have no idea.” and with that he slid off of the chair and walked out of the room, leaving the door ajar.

Stretch took a deep breath before looking back down at Edge, taking a closer look at the injuries he sustained during his rescue. Blue had given Stretch the low down, but now he can see it all himself.

Edge sustained most of his injuries to his left side of his body. A few minor cracks to his skull that would heal over but had definitely threatened the socket. Like Edge really needed more scars to that socket.

The bones of his left arm and wrist had cracks and minor fractures, as if he used it to block a force. His clavicle was separated where the ball joint of his humerus had been popped out of the socket. A pang of guilt hit Stretch as he thought of his attempt to help Edge to his feet.

Three broken and two cracked ribs, it was a wonder Edge struggled to breathe only at the end of the journey. His pelvis had a few cracks in it, nearly breaking the ischium. He was lucky with his spine, a few inflamed disks but nothing broken or ruptured.

Traveling down the the right femur a wicked fissure fracture where the knife had been, nearly going straight through the bone had it been any longer. Blue mentioned their luck that the knife wasn’t poison, which tends to happen in Underfell. Blue also mentioned that it was the site Edge’s marrow had bled most out of. There had to be a lot of force for the knife to go that far, more than just a stab and if it was when he dropped Edge… Stretch soul clenched at the thought.

Then came the fibula and the tibia on the left leg, both with a spiral fractures and the patella was not where it was supposed to be. Just remembering feeling the ankle’s positioning made him shudder. Apparently there were a few dislocated bones there too. Stretch hugged himself, thinking of the mess of injuries.

Stretch jumped at the sound of a groan. Stars, why was he so jumpy?

Edge’s browbones crinkled as he slowly began to wake up, blinking slowly. Stretch wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do, but it seemed Edge may have murmured something. Stretch leaned forward, to try to hear what the fell monster had tried to say, when those hazy crimson eyelights landed on his face.

“Beautiful.”

Stretch eyes widen in surprise. That wasn’t what he had expected at all. Just as he didn’t expect Edge’s uncasted hand shooting up and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, only to pull him down into one hell of a passionate kiss, Stretch was thrown off balance, as he struggled not to fall onto the surprisingly strong, injured skeleton. Luckily it didn’t last long as Edge’s strength faded quickly. As Edge slid back to the bed, Stretch watched the content, pleased smile shift to a sadden forlorn smile, Stretch never wanted to see that despairing look on him again. As his eyelights drifting away from Stretch, Edge let out a resigned sigh. “It’ll Never Happen.” Slowly those sockets fluttered closed and Edge’s breathing evened out once again as he drifted back to sleep. Stretch brought his fingers up to his mouth, lightly touching where Edge had planted that kiss. ‘did he just…”

Stretch felt his soul freeze at the growl from the doorway. “mind tellin’ me what yer doin’ wit my brother.”

Stretch spun around, his hand flew behind his back as if hiding something, facing Red. Those eyelights darken as he glared at Stretch, the bag from Grillby’s crinkled in his grip. Magic and intent crackled in the air. “i, uh, um, i.” Ah, words of eloquence, next he’ll spout poetry. “think ya can take advantage of my bro while he’s doped up on pain meds?” Red’s voice was low and dangerous as he slowly stalked closer to him. Stretch’s soul pounded in his chest.

“no, i, i mean, its not....” Stretch feels the bed at the back of his legs preventing him from backing away from the advancing fell monster.

“ya know what happ’ns to those who mess wit my brothra?” The growl that rumbles from Red’s chest is low and threatening, Stretch could feel his metaphorical throat close as Red loomed up at him. He gulped.

“It’s not what it looks like… if anything he took advantage of me!” Stretch squeaked, hands up in a plea for mercy.

A bark of laughter and a snap of magic as intent vanished without a trace. “ah, yer great to fuck around wit’. the look on yer face. oh that was priceless.” Red laughed as he reclaimed his chair.

“what?” Stretch crumpled with shock and relief. ‘what just happened?’

“saw the whole thing, yer good. told ya he’s been out of it. probably thought it was a dream.” Red glanced over at Edge, Stretch followed his gaze. Edge looked to be content, almost peaceful in his sleep. “ah good one at that.”

Stretch turned a confused look at Red. “does… does Edge li... does he have a cru… is he infatuated with me?!” Stretch’s hands flailed as his mind tried to process what just happened, first pointing to Edge then to himself as he was filled with disbelief of the question he had just asked.

Red leveled an amused gaze at Stretch before taking a bite of his burger, taking his time to chew before speaking with the mouthful. “ain’t my peace to tell.”

Stretch threw up his hands in the air before running them down his face.

“let me level wit ya.” Red took an unusual serious tone, causing Stretch to focus on him.

“once we got Edge out of immediate danger and that mask shit off ya. i had to trace back ta where ya were attacked, found that the marrow didn’t start completely spillin’ out of mah bro til part way thru yer walk, i’m guessin’ ya fell or somethin’. recalibrated that trap you walked thru. cleaned up yer trail.” Red took a bite out of his burger, motioning for Stretch to sit down at the foot of Edge’s bed.

Stretch glanced at the offered spot before sitting, making sure to steer clear of Edge’s legs.

“there’s no point in sayin’ that this could ‘ave been prevented. so i’m gunna skip that part. what happ’n happ’n. let me fill you in on somethin’s.” Red continued to stuff fries in his mouth, before he took a swig of mustard.

“my bro. he’s tactical. he plans ahead, he sees ‘alf a dozen moves in any givin’ situation. he’s always thinkin’. i’ve seen him fight so many times, i can read his fights in the snow.” Teeth sunk back into the burger, not once but twice before Red gave Stretch the mercy of continuing. “ta say my brother was distracted is an understatement. ya tale ‘verses have him all worked up.”

Another bite and a short laugh. “He’s always been doing what he hopes is best fer the underground. endin’ fights wit’ his mere presence if he can. trainin’ those who are weaker ta defend themselves or escape. doesn’t kill unless he has ta.”

Another bite and a swig of mustard. “so he’s got it in his head ta better himself. he’s worried about gainin’ LV, findin’ ways to ‘void EXP. not wantin’ ta show this side of our lives. he’s doin’ things differently and this ain’t the first time it’s nearly got him or someone else killed. this time is just the worst one.”

Red finished off the burger, licking his fingers. “it should have been an easy an’ clean fight, ya know.” Red grabbed a fist full of fries and engulfed them, watching as Stretch wrung his hands. “He didn’t need to get hit either.” Stretch gave a worried glance at Edge then back at Red. “he wasn’t in line with the spiked log that is released when that trap was triggered, but from what I could tell, yer was.”

Stretch flinched a bit at Red’s words, fingers gripped and dug into the side of the bed. “wait, you’re saying that…”

Red eyelights met his, stern and steady. “he ran in front of the log to block it from hittin’ ya.”

Silence filled the room as that statement was left to sink into Stretch’s skull, eye sockets opened wide. Red finished off his fries and crumpled up the bag in his hands. Stretch swallowed harshly before looking back at Red.

“what I suggest for the future.” Red rubbed his grease coated hands over his pants. “lay off of his LV, ya seem to affect him the worse about it. ya don’t understand our world and what we hafta do to survive it. ya don’t know ta sacrifices he’s had ta make. ya don’t even know him.”

Red slid off the chair and grabbed the mustard. “do me a favor and keep an eye on him. i need ta get some sleep. just need to make sure nothing goin’ in him ends up not reactin’ well, project some nice feelin’ if his dreams goes south and shit. don’t need him flailin’. He ain’t goin’ anywhere, so ya should be alright, just holla if anythin’ happens, ya?”

Stretch nodded as he watched Red walked over to the door, giving his pelvis an obligatory scratch before he reached for the door knob. He paused at the door frame before letting out a sigh, an invisible weight settled on his shoulders. Red’s voice was unusually soft, “Stretch, one more thing.” A breath of a pause before a glimmer of crimson eyelight peaked over the shorter skeleton’s shoulder. “Whatever ya plan on doin’ wit’ him, go easy on him. whatever that is, he’s never dealt wit’ it before. i ain’t gonna threatin’ ya if ya hurt him. but if ya toy with my bro, what ya saw earlier, that’s yer warnin’.”

Red closed the door, ending the tension and leaving Stretch alone with Edge and his thoughts.

#Caught in a Blind #spicyhoney #pre-relationship #injury #Temperary blinding #bickering #violence #puns #dusting #minor character death #near death experience #hurt/comfort #awkward moments #accidental first kiss #Red has an odd sense of humour #Red gives the big lecture #Stretch wake the fuck up #Red knows Edge can take being hurt (aka heart broken) he just doesn't want anyone toying with his bro.

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FULL NAME. He doesn’t have one, he chose to throw it away the moment he was disowned the first time. NICKNAME. Aki, Daken GENDER. Male HEIGHT. 5′9″ AGE. 73 years (physically looks about 23) SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English, Japanese, Russian, German, French, Spanish, Arabic, Greek, Chinese, Kanji, Hiragana, Katakana, Kana, ASL

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. Black EYE COLOR. Blue SKIN TONE. Fair/Olive BODY TYPE. Lean, Athletic, Muscular VOICE. Daken’s a master manipulator so he can change the tone, sound & accent if he needss or wants to. His voice also softens when he’s speaking to his sister’s (& either slightly softens or is husky when around Alec or Rictor) DOMINANT HAND. Ambidextrous POSTURE. Refuses to hunch over, cause/relaxed/lazy in some instances. his posture can go from a predatory animal stalking his prey to a suave & smooth charmer. SCARS. Daken only has scars when his healing factor isn’t working or is malfunctioning, once it’s in full working order they vanish. TATTOOS. Daken has a tribal dragon tattoo that scales the length of his left arm, coils over half of his chest & back, & tucks beneath his waistband. (I don’t like the newer one, so I use the oriiginal) BIRTHMARKS. None. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). He has a tattoo, which upon first glance seems odd considering his healing factor, but the reason tattoos stay in the first place is that the ink is too big for his body's natural healing processes to remove. (Tattoo removal is using lasers to break up the ink into process-able size.) The much more peculiar fact about his tattoo is that it somehow manages to heal when his skin is destroyed.

Two retractable bone claws on the hand; one retractable bone claw on the undersides of his wrists, unliike the other’s in his family his claws are black. Black nail polish (or that’s just his nail colour. i always wonder bcuz his claws are black. so my daken’s nails are always black)

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. Jasmine Falls, Japan HOMETOWN. Unknown SIBLINGS. Laura (half sister/clone of logan) & Gabby (half sister/clone of laura) Kinney, Kouen (half-brother),Bellona, X23_3PAR, Zelda, six unnamed clones (clones of laura/half-sisters, most of them are deceased), Erista, William Downing (aka Gunhawk), Saw Fist, Cannon Foot (half -brothers that are all dead), Shadowstalker, Fire Knives (dead half sisters), Amiko Kobayashi (foster sister), a brother from a different earth... (lesson: Logan needs to use condoms), there’s a new sister somewhere but i haven’t read it.

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. Crime Lord trying to stop, Self Discovery CURRENT RESIDENCE. He drifts around all over the world but he’s been staying closer to his sisters of late CLOSE FRIENDS. Y’know that’s a good question. Does siblings or peeps he’s dating in different universes count?? Johnny Storm would work i think... RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single/Dating FINANCIAL STATUS. Comfortably Rich & continuing to get comfier. That boy knows how to con people outta money and invest said money for himself DRIVER’S LICENSE. A few different ones & passports. CRIMINAL RECORD. He used to get other’s to take the fall for his crimes, those that he wasn’t locked up at Xavier’s school or y’know Logan killing him. do those count? VICES. Wine, Fashion, Manipulation, Lack of Impulse Control, Drugs, High stakes games, Self-destructing & making people hate/love him

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bisexual or Polysexual, y’know I can’t really pick but he hates labels for himself so he’d probs just be however he wants to be PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. submissive | dominant | switch LIBIDO. High (from other’s perfection), Low (isn’t truly interested unless there’s a lot of natural chemistry, then it goes back to high) TURN ON’S. To most other’s views: anything. Truly: Pain, giving pain, a good banter, fighting certain people, Fashion. What always works: Powerful People or People w/ a lot of Power in their own right TURN OFF’S. Judgmental People, Purifiers, Perfect people... There a long list I’ll have to sit down the about it more. But the biggest turn off is: Being Compared to Logan or referred to as Logan in any way shape of form, certain people from his past, being made less than he is LOVE LANGUAGE. Being a Master Manipulator, he can switch between any various language of love literally or metaphorically. It’s normally easier for him when he’s playing a long game. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. I only really know that 100% for his relationships that weren’t entirely real or were actually long games, as i don’t write those I’m not gunna list ‘em.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. Right now I’m feeling I feel like I’m Drawning by Two Feet. Mainly for his current inner struggle. Tho he probs wouldn’t show it. HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Reading books, Learning languages, Fashion!, Getting fashion, convincing designers to make him fashion, not wearing a shirt(it’s a hobby shush), causing extra extra drama, Collecting Paintings- Modern & realistic, Collecting power: for himself or making friends with power LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Left PHOBIAS. Failure, being alone, Romulus SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. daken normally seems to have a high self confidence, though in certain areas of life, where he doesn’t have much experience in the matter, he as fairly little of it. Though he only lets it show around certain people VULNERABILITIES. Heat, his sisters (laura & gabby), those he’s in a relationship, Logan & Romulus probably have him freak out in similar fashion. Tho he’s one to manipulate the situation than fall prey to it... unless it’s logan or romulus apparently, emotional state.

tagged by : Stolen from: @scouscr

tagging : @dementedspeedster, @deborahmorgna, @earthtrembled, @wereallmuseshere, @theredwonder, @cardshcrp & anyone else who wants ta.

#tag games #about daken #only if ya wanna!!#idek who has done this yet #long post #i forgot i started working on this this morning #oops

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northcarolinaprelawland-blog · 3 years ago

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In Wake Of Young Thug And Gunna Trial, Bill Proposes Barring Rap Lyrics As Evidence In Criminal Court

By Kyra Goins, University of North Carolina Chapel Hill, Class of 2023

July 30, 2022

This Tuesday, July 26th, two U.S. representatives proposed a new bill to Capitol Hill that would “severely limit the use of rap lyrics as potential evidence during a criminal case” [2]. The bill comes in the wake of the highly publicized trials of rappers Young Thug and Gunna, who both had lyrics from their music used as evidence against them in court; this evidence contributed to the decision to deny both rappers bond [2].

Young Thug (Jeffery Lamar Williams) and Gunna (Sergio Giavanni Kitchens) were arrested back in May as part of larger charges against the record label “YSL” or “Young Stoner Life;” 26 others connected to the record label were also charged [5]. According to prosecutors, “YSL” is actually a cover for a violent street gang, “Young Slime Life” that committed crimes ranging from robbery and drug dealing to murder [3]. Specifically, Williams and Kitchens were charged with conspiring to violate the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act (RICO) [5]. Since then, both Williams and Kitchens have been denied bail, as prosecutors expressed concerns about witnesses and their families being ‘“threatened with serious violence and death’” should the defendants be released from jail prior to the actual trial [3]. Both lyrics and music videos for rap songs by Young Thug, Gunna, and other YSL were shown in court as proof of the defendants’ gang affiliations [5]. The District Attorney on the case, Fani Willis commented on the use of rap lyrics during court proceedings: “‘I believe in the first amendment [...] however, it does not protect people from prosecutors [who are] using it as evidence, if it is such’” [5].

The bill brought to Congress on Tuesday by Democratic representatives Hank Johnson and Jamaal Bowman from Georgia and New York respectively is appropriately named the “RAP” Act for Restoring Artistic Protection [2]. The goal behind the act is to “amend criminal system law so defendants can’t be tried in court based on artistic expression” like rap lyrics [2]. The representatives were particularly concerned with how artistic expression is weaponized against people of color; Representative Bowman commented on the bill saying “‘our judicial system disparately criminalizes Black and brown lives, including Black and brown creativity’” [2].

The RAP Act is not the first bill of its kind to be proposed. In May, the New York Senate passed a similar bill, “Rap Music on Trial,” that would prevent courts from presenting lyrics as evidence to juries and require prosecutors prove any sort of “creative expression” used as evidence is “‘literal, rather than figurative or fictional’” [1]. Even earlier in the year, a bill was brought to the California Assembly regarding the admissibility of creative expressions as evidence in court [4]. Specifically, the “bill would require a court, in a criminal proceeding where a party seeks to admit as evidence a form of creative expression, to consider specified factors when balancing the probative value of that evidence against the substantial danger of undue prejudice” [4]. Part of this would entail the court deciding the admissibility of creative expressions as evidence separately from the trial and its jury and record the specific justifications for that decision [4]. While these bills in New York and California may not directly impact the current YSL case, these bills and the one proposed in Congress are indicative of a growing movement to keep rap lyrics and other artistic expressions out of criminal trials.

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[1] Abraham, M. (2022, May 18). Ny State Senate passes Bill limiting use of rap lyrics as evidence in court. VIBE.com. Retrieved July 30, 2022, from https://www.vibe.com/news/national/ny-state-senate-bill-limiting-use-of-rap-lyrics-as-evidence-1234663472/

[2] Griffin, M. (2022, July 28). Capitol Hill proposes rap act to ban lyrics from criminal cases. VIBE.com. Retrieved July 30, 2022, from https://www.vibe.com/news/politics/capitol-hill-rap-act-criminal-case-ban-lyrics-1234681676/

[3] Inman, D. M. (2022, June 3). Young Thug denied bond in Rico case against YSL. VIBE.com. Retrieved July 30, 2022, from https://www.vibe.com/news/national/young-thug-denied-bond-rico-case-1234666197/

[4] Jones-Sawyer, R. B. (2022). AB 2799. California Assembly (2021-2022 Regular Session) - Open States. Retrieved July 30, 2022, from https://openstates.org/ca/bills/20212022/AB2799/

[5] McKinney, J. (2022, May 10). Everything We Know About Young Thug and Gunna's RICO Indictment. Complex. Retrieved July 30, 2022, from https://www.complex.com/music/young-thug-gunna-rico-charges-explained/ysl

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prodyoongi · 7 years ago

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tagged by @mostlymin! Thank youuu!! I’ll tag @jimincubus @sweetopiaa @uchyu @clairelions

LAST

1. drink - sprite

2. 📱call - my brother bc I lost him in Target lmao

3. text - mom

4. song you listened to - So What, BTS (lmao it just came out on SSBTS, so I played it)

4. time you 😢- honestly idek. I don’t cry often.

HAVE YOU EVER

6. dated someone twice - no

7. 😘 someone & regretted it - oh my god yes, I had 1 kiss open the biggest can of worms in the world and it was not worth it

8. been cheated on - nope

9. lost someone special - my soulmate :(

10. been depressed - yes

11. gotten drunk and thrown up - I’ve gotten drunk a few times, but only once to throwing up. That’s.......a story lmao.

FAVOURITE COLOURS

12. mauve

13. pale pink

14. olive green

15. black

in the last year have you

16. made new friends - Mhm :)

17. fallen out of love - I haven’t been in love this year, so no

18. 😂 until you 😢- I did on Sunday

19. found out someone was talking about you - yeah lmao

20. met someone who changed you - umm....does a boss count? I guess?

21. found out who your friends were - I found out who they weren’t

22. 😘 someone on your facebook friends list - nope

GENERAL

23. how many friends from your facebook friends list do you know irl - all of them except for like 5 or 6

24. do you have any pets - my puppy Kevin

25. do you want to change your middle name - No, sometimes I wish it was my first name

26. what did you do for your last birthday - nothing really *shruggg* had some cake.

27. what time did you wake up today - 9:30 am

28. what were you doing last night at midnight - watching a KDrama with my sister

29. what is something you can’t wait for - KCon & the BTS concert!

30. what are you listening to right now - no music, master chef on TV

31. have you every talked to a person named tom - yup, and I have a new baby cousin named Tommy

32. something that gets on your nerves - people chewing, esp ice

33. most visited website - this, youtube, and twitter probably

34. hair color - dark brown

35. long hair or short hair - long, sometimes when I sit I feel my hair tickling the inside of my waistband

36. do you have a crush on someone - yeah and it’s literally pointless, so I redirect the energy to my biases

37. what do you like about yourself - my personality/discipline, my hair, my lips, and my skin

38. want any piercings - I have my ears pierced but I want more ear piercings

39. blood type - I think A or AB, I don’t remember

40. nicknames - Jay is a nickname actually. some work friends call me queen/queenie.

41. relationship status - single af

42. zodiac - sagittarius (capricorn moon & scorpio rising, which are more accurate than sagittarius sun imho)

43. pronouns - she/her

44. favorite 📺 show - south park

45. tattoos - none but Im developing one. It’ll be bts themed and double as a memorial to the above mentioned soulmate that passed away. I also want one that says bapsae in hangul, for a few reasons.

46. right handed or left - right handed

47. ever had surgery - yes, eye & oral surgery

48. piercings - lobes

49. sports - I watch baseball p much every day and played & coached softball

50. vacation - my best vacation was my month long tour of England. My friend is trying to organize a trip in 2019 to vietnam, korea, and singapore for us though.

51. trainers - I think this is referring to shoes lmao. I have a pink suede pair of adidas.

MORE GENERAL

52. eating - nothing. I haven’t actually eaten today and it’s 10 pm. something I take in the morning curbs my appetite heavily and I forget to eat every day unless I’m made to.

53. drinking - nothing, but I’m gunna get some tea.

54. i’m about to watch - I’m gunna watch a kdrama with my sister soon

55. waiting for - kcon

56. want - hm....something cold to drink. The thing I take also gives me dry mouth.

57. get married - ive always imagined myself getting married at 28. Idk why. I’m single tho so. idk, marriage isn’t high on my priority list.

58. career - advanced english teacher :)

WHICH IS BETTER

59. kisses or hugs - kisses. I had a kiss dream last night andddddd yeah.

60. 👄 or eyes - I’ve noticed that lips/smiles were the first think I noticed on all my biases (yoongi, vernon, yukhei) so lips

61. shorter or taller - everyone is taller than me so its not even a question.

62. older or younger - i don’t care. I’ve actually only dated people younger than me.

63. nice arms or stomach - arms

64. hookup or relationship - relationship.

65. troublemaker or hesitant - troublemaker.

HAVE YOU EVER

66. 😘 a stranger - nope

67. drank hard liquor - yes.

68. lost glasses - uhh...idk if I’ve ever lost sunglasses, but i don’t have regular glasses

69. (oof). turned someone down - many times.

70. sex on a first date - hard no

71. broken someone’s ❤️- many times. not proud of it, but it’s all people I’ve given fair warning so i’m not stressed over it

72. had your 💔- yes.

73. been arrested - lmao no

74. 😢 when someone died - more than I’ve ever cried in my life

75. fallen for a friend - kinda? no close friends tho.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

76. yourself - yes

77. miracles - yes. they aren’t common, but yeah.

78. 💛at first sight - nooooo. maybe attraction at first sight, but definitely not love.

79. 🎅- no

80. 😘on a first date - uhhh, depends honestly. especially depends on how I knew the person prior. Like if it was someone I had been pining over for a while, and it was the first time on a date, sure. If it was like a blind date, prob not, but who knows?

81. angels - 200000% yes, it’s like the foundation of my religion and identity. I couldn’t cope if I didn’t.

other

82. best friends name - her name was harmonie, and she won’t stop being my best friend just because she’s no longer on earth.

83. eye color - almost black

84. favorite movie - the godfather

85. favorite actor - leonardo dicaprio

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surrealredmoon · 7 years ago

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Gaming AU - Sleepless Night

Soooo.... hey guys! Now that life is starting to chill a little I’ve found myself wanting to write again (yay \o/). Here’s a little something for the Gaming AU that was inspired by some very sleepless nights I’ve had recently. It’s set in the time before everyone met in person and before Weiss and Yang really began to hit things off. Anyway... ENJOY!

Weiss lay on top of her bed, staring at the patterns of moonlight filtering in through the open curtains onto the ceiling. Briefly, she glanced away to look at the clock on her bedside table, 2:45am. She’d been laying there for a good three hours now, her mind once again unable to switch off and let her get the rest she so desperately needed right now.

Sighing to herself, Weiss sat up. Well if her mind wasn’t going to let her rest, she may as well do something semi-productive… well semi-productive to her at least. She was sure her father would be shocked and appalled if he ever realised that his youngest daughter was exactly that type of person that made his business so successful.

Monitors blazed to life as she hit the power button on the PC, bathing the room in blue before the home screen loaded up. It didn’t take long before the all too familiar log in window popped up and the theme music began to play through her headphones. Quickly, Weiss entered her details and began loading in on Myrtenaster.

Once she’d loaded in though, she sat back and stared at the screen. She hadn’t actually considered what she wanted to do to try and pass the time. She opened up the Looking for Group list, scanning through each of the different game modes to see if there were and active groups, even though that wasn’t very likely given the time. She’d finally found a couple of groups looking for one of the high-end adventures and was about to join one when a whisper message popped up in the chat box.

(whisper from) Ember Celia: so… cant sleep again?

Weiss raised her eyebrow. What was Ember doing up at this time? And more importantly, how did she know that this wasn’t the first time she’d logged on when the insomnia made it clear she wasn’t going to get any sleep that night?

(whisper from) Ember Celia: ello?

(whisper from) Ember Celia: I knw u didnt fall asleep at ur desk cuz u jst logged on

Weiss rolled her eyes, even as a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and typed a quick reply.

(whisper from) Myrtenaster: You know, it’s getting harder and harder to believe that you’re not stalking me when you say things like that.

She could almost hear the chuckle and teasing tone in Ember’s response.

(whisper from) Ember Celia: well I dnt normally show as online this late

(whisper from) Ember Celia: stops the weirdos messaging me :P

Weiss’ small smile turned into a frown, concern growing in her that perhaps she might not be the only member of their guild who suffered from insomnia.

(whisper from) Myrtenaster: Are you often online this late? Or is this a one-off for you?

It took at little while for the response to come through, so Weiss began to reorganise her inventory while she waited.

(whisper from) Ember Celia: I guess probs more often thn I shld

(whisper from) Ember Celia: bt nt as often as u I bet

(whisper from) Ember Celia: btw Im runnin round doin sum gatherin n events if u wanna join

A party invite popped up on Weiss’ screen a moment later and she accepted. At least this would give her something to do, and it would be nice to just casually chat with someone. Even if that someone had a tendency to infuriate her most of the time. She opened up her map, found the marker indicating the location of her party member and began making her way over.

Ember Celia: so whts got u up so late?

She took a moment to decide whether or not she wanted to open up to her guild mate about what had been causing her so much trouble recently as she cleared out some Grimm that had crossed her path. Eventually, she decided to hold off revealing too much; after all, even though she’d been playing with her current guild mates for almost a year now she’d never dared to reveal anything about herself aside from the fact that she was from Atlas.

Myrtenaster: Oh just stressed about school work and such. All those normal young adult things.

Myrtenaster: What about you?

Myrtenaster: Actually, don’t tell me, I’ll guess. You probably have a report due tomorrow, but instead of focussing on an important assignment you thought it would be far more productive to play instead.

‘Dammit Weiss! This is why they call you the Ice Queen…’ Weiss sighed. ‘Ember hasn’t done anything except offer you some company and express some concern. But noooo… you couldn’t let your stupid walls down for one minute.’

She had just typed her response of “I’m so sorry Ember, that was out of line.” at the same time a response came through.

Ember Celia: Myrtenaster, when was the last time you actually slept? For like a whole night.

Before the irrational part of her brain could take Ember’s comment as an insult the rational side noticed the change in their writing style. The fact that Ember had put the effort in to use correct grammer, something they rarely did… much to Weiss’ distain, seemed to imply genuine care on the other gamer’s part. Weiss found herself in an internal struggle over how to reply; be honest and open up, or revert to her usual behaviour and strengthen her walls. The battle was still waring as the next messages popped up.

Ember Celia: I know it’s not really any of my business but I doubt this is all because of ‘normal young adult things’ and I get the feeling that if it’s as bad as I think it is you probably don’t have anyone to talk to about it.

Ember Celia: So I want you to know, I’m here if you need someone to talk to… because I look out for my friends.

Ember Celia: Even if they are an Ice Queen who can’t take a joke sometimes.

Weiss just stared in shock at the screen as Ember’s character ran off to fight a pack of Grimm that spawned nearby. She still wasn’t sure exactly what to make of the situation she was in; and yet she found herself typing.

Myrtenaster: Thank you Ember. That actually means a lot to me.

Myrtenaster: But I don’t think I’m quite ready to talk about it… yet.

She held her breath, anxiously waiting for a reply.

Ember Celia: No problem. How about we just play instead for now?

Ember Celia: I was thinking about doing some of the low-level dungeons to get some new clothing items.

Ember Celia: takes a lot fo wrk to keep this pretty ass lookin so fiiiiiiine!!!

Weiss snorted at the abrupt return of the crass and unabashed Ember she was used to. Yet she couldn’t deny the small smile once again tugging at her mouth.

Myrtenaster: Of course that’s where all your in-game effort goes. Ohm forbid you should show up to a raid wearing the same outfit as the previous one.

Ember Celia: AH! theres my ice queen!

Weiss’ smile grew.

She didn’t even realise how long they had been playing together until the first few rays of sunlight creeped across the room. Checking the time, Weiss noted she still had a little over an hour before her alarm would go off.

Myrtenaster: Well I should really try to get some sleep before school.

Ember Celia: That would be a good idea…

Ember Celia: And I should probably get started on that report I was avoiding!

Myrtenaster: EMBER!

Ember Celia: Whoa! I’m kidding!

Myrtenaster: You better be.

Ember Celia: Or what? You gunna freeze me Ice Queen?

Weiss narrowed her eyes at the screen, as if she could make the other feel her glare through it.

Ember Celia: I bet you have cold toes

Ember Celia: And I bet you’re the type to try and put those cold toes somewhere warm when you snuggle with someone…

Weiss glared harder, not responding.

Ember Celia: Alright, I might be a bit over tired…

Ember Celia: So I’ll leave that line of teasing for another night…

Ember Celia: I hope you get some rest.

Ember Celia: And don’t forget what I said before. Online or offline, I’m here if you need me.

Her expression relaxed enough for her to type out a reply.

Myrtenaster: Thank you Ember. Aside from that last comment… tonight was surprisingly… fun.

Ember Celia: Yeah, it was.

Myrtenaster: Have a good day Ember.

Ember Celia: Yeah you too. I’ll see you for raid tonight!

The smile was back on her lips as Weiss signed out and shut everything down, climbing into bed and preparing herself to try and fall asleep again.

As she began going through her mental exercises to try and shut off her brain she kept finding herself distracted by thoughts of what had happened and what Ember had said. She had the distinct impression that she would fine Ember online again at the same time tonight. That thought made her feel surprisingly content, even if she would have to deal with Ember’s teasing.

As she felt her eyes close, she curled up to fall asleep, noticing that her feet had come up as if to tuck between someone’s shins. Weiss’ last thought before sleep finally took her was just how annoyed she was going to be at Ember for being right about her cold toes…

#freezerburn #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #rwby #gaming au #I wrote the draft for this whilst incredibly tired #and I'm out of practice #so sorry in advance if it's not great #xP

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Stepping Up: Part 2

Pairings: Chibs x Reader, Past Jax x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 4,105

Stepping Up Masterlist Aesthetic by @ravenangel33

Part 1

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You had only seen Jax Teller cry a handful of times. When Thomas and his dad passed away, when Tara left for San Diego; when he came over to your house the night he got patched… but you had never seen him cry as hard as he did when the nurse laid his baby girl in his arms for the first time.

“She’s so beautiful.” He said as he pinched the bridge of his nose to wipe his tears away. “Look how beautiful she is, babe.” He came over to you and crouched slightly. You smiled through tear filled eyes as you looked at the most beautiful baby girl you had ever seen. You let out a sob as you ran your finger tip down her tiny nose.

“Kelsi…” You whispered as you gave her a kiss on her forehead, unable to even come up with words to say, before the nurses had to take her from Jax to get her cleaned up and weighed.

“Thank you. Thank you so damn much.” Jax said as he came back over to sit with you for a minute. “I didn’t think I ever wanted kids but… Jesus Christ, she’s perfect. Thank you for putting up with my shit and giving me the greatest gift in the entire world. I don’t deserve this, especially from someone as good as you.”

“Of course honey.” You said as you reached up and wiped his tears away with your thumbs. “You’re a good man, Jax. You just have to believe in yourself a little more. You’re gunna be a great daddy.” He nodded as he took your hand in his and laid it against his cheek.

“I never told you… but I’m sorry for that night…”

“No, none of that now. Go be with our baby girl. We can have that talk another time.” He nodded as you wiped away more of his tears with your thumb.

“I love you. You know that, right.” You smiled and nodded your head drowsily.

“I love you, too, Jax.” He gave you a chaste kiss before standing up and scrubbing the heels of his palms across his eyes.

“Hey, baby girl.” He said gently as the nurse handed Kelsi back to him with a smile. “I don’t know how to break this to you, princess… but I’m your old man.” You heard her fuss slightly as he walked her back over to you so you could hold her and he laughed. “Yea, I know. Scary, right? This is your mommy.” He said as he laid her gently across your chest. He crouched down next to you with a smile. “Now your mommy here is gunna make sure that your daddy doesn’t mess you up to bad.” You smiled as tears of joy ran down your cheeks. “And so is your da and your pop and all your uncles. You are already so loved, princess.”

“She’s gunna be the most spoiled child in the world because of the MC.” You teased as you ran your fingertips over every inch of available skin you could get to.

“Oh, speaking of…” Jax reached into the pocket of his scrubs with a smile. “Daddy brought you a present.” He reached purposely in front of your face and pulled off the hospital issue hat Kelsi had on. He chuckled to himself as he replaced it with a new one.

“Really, Jax?” You giggled as you pulled down the new pink hat that had the club’s reaper and Sons of Anarchy patched on to it.

“Absolutely. She’s the first Reaper baby in 20 somethin’ years. Next generation.” You rolled your eyes as you flattened the slightly stiff top a bit.

“Alright, I’ll allow it. But she’s not getting a motorcycle until she's 30.”

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When you were pregnant, everyone who had had kids told you that time would fly by faster than you could even imagine. You didn’t want to believe it; didn’t want to believe how quickly days blurred into months but before you knew it, your little baby girl was turning one.

“If I stay in bed and keep my eyes closed can she go back to being tiny again?” You asked Chibs as the two of you laid in bed. He laughed as he traced the c section scar across your lower abdomen with his fingers.

“Doesn’t work that way, darlin’. I told ye I’d go by sharpish.” You groaned as you threw your arms over your eyes in protest.

“Nope. Find me a reset button.” You wiggled back and forth for a moment before a thought came to you. “Shit… this means she's one year closer to dating.”

“Betta get m’guns tagetha cause that’s never ‘appenin’. I’ll kill a man comes near ‘er.” You laughed as you looked over at him.

“She’s gunna be sneaking out and getting in all sorts of trouble, ya know. Little spawn of Satan we got on our hands.”

‘Da. Da. Mumma.’ You arched your eyebrow and pointed toward the door as Kelsi began talking away in her room.

“Chatty Kathy called you first.” You giggled as he rolled out of bed, used to the drill by now.

“Ye got the coffee?” You nodded as you rolled out of bed and grabbed a discarded shirt from the night before off the floor.

“Gunna need it today. We got a long day ahead of us.” He nodded as he pulled on his jeans and headed out of the room to get his little girl. You hung back for a moment, just to listen to Chibs over the baby monitor.

‘Well g’morn’ my little birthday princess. All ready ta start yer day?’

‘Da up.’ You smiled as you pictured her standing in her crib, her dirty blonde hair sleep fanned out around her head, with her arms in the air, grabbing at the air to be picked up and loved on. Because she totally didn’t get enough love all day, everyday at the club as is. You grabbed your phone off the charger and glanced at it. You flipped through the three notifications you had; the email from a parenting website you were a member of wishing Kelsi a happy birthday, a text from Gemma about the birthday party she was having that day at her house and one from Jax asking if he could come over for breakfast.

“Jax wants to come for breakfast.” You called out as you walked past the nursery and headed toward the kitchen.

“Jax got impatient waiting for you to wake up so he came over anyways.” You yelped at the unexpected sound of his voice and jumped back from your living room.

“(Y/N)?!”

“It’s fine!” You called out as you stormed into the living room in a playful rage. “Just Jax being typical Jax.” You grabbed a pillow and whacked him with it as he laughed.

“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance.

“I need to move that damn hide-a-key.”

“Won’t matter. I made a copy.” You groaned as you headed into the kitchen to get breakfast started.

“Daddy!” You turned back to the sound of your little girls voice and smiled. She stretched toward Jax; her (Y/E/C) eyes sparkled with joy.

“There’s my little birthday girl. Jesus Christ, what do you feed her? She gets bigger every time I see her.”

“Ye see ‘er damn near ev’y day.” Chibs laughed as he passed off Kelsi.

“Language da. We’re repeating words, remember.” You said over your shoulder.

“Oh no. What did we repeat?” You spun in your spot with your eyebrows raised as the coffee began to percolate behind you.

“Apparently, gramma likes to say f-u-c-k a lot.”

“Oh, she did not.” He laughed as he set his daughter down in her highchair.

“Oh, she most definitely did, boyo. I was jus’ waitin’ for (Y/N) ta lose it.”

“And it wasn’t like a stumble into the word either. It was a full blown, no hesitation ‘fuck’.”

“Fuck.” Kelsi repeated. You pointed to her as Jax started laughing hysterically.

“See? That’s the freaking Teller in her.”

“That’s the greatest thing ever.” Jax said.

“Not in the slightest. Ye want the other ‘alf of this, love?” Chibs’ asked as he grabbed a banana to cut up for Kelsi. You shrugged as you grabbed a sippy cup of milk and the carton of eggs out of the fridge.

“If you don’t, sure. Pancakes good for you two?” You got two mumbled yes’ and you nodded as you flipped on the CD player you had in the kitchen for meals. As the opening guitar and violin of ‘Wagon Wheel’ by Old Crow Medicine Show softly filled your kitchen, Jax scoffed.

“The hell is this?”

“Music. She loves this song.” You pointed over your shoulder to Kelsi who was bouncing, bobbing her head and kicking her legs off beat to the music as she took a banana slice from Chibs.

“It grows on ye when ye listen ta it for a few meals in a row, lad. Trust me.” You laughed as you got everything ready for pancakes and eggs.

“Shut up, you love this song.” You teased as Chibs put his hand on your hip. He held the other half of the banana in front of you and you took a bite before he popped the other half in his mouth with a smile. With a returning smile, you gave him a chaste kiss before going back to get started on breakfast.

“You two are gross.” Jax claimed as he got up and made himself a cup of coffee.

“’s’what love looks like, Jackie boy. Gross.” You laughed as someone knocked on the front door. “I got it.” Chibs said as he squeezed your hip and gave it a small pat.

“It’s prob Gem. She told me yesterday she was thinking about coming for breakfast.” You flipped the small pancake in the pan as you started in on the eggs when a chilling voice set the hairs on the back of your neck on end.

“Oh… I saw Jax’s bike…”

“No!” You snapped as you shoved the two pans off the burners. “Sit down!” You snapped at Jax as you stormed through your kitchen. As you rounded the corner, Tara looked a little stunned to see you. “You don’t get to be here today. Get back in your car and go back to San Diego or where ever the hell you came from…”

“(Y/N), I…” You shook your head and held your hand up as Chibs mumbled something about the pancakes.

“No, you don’t get to come back like this and expect everything was gunna be OK again.” You heard Jax say your name and you whipped around. “Get back in there. You’re absolutely not leaving your daughter on her birthday.”

“Daughter…? What…?”

“And you don’t get to ask questions. Tara, you left us! You didn’t even bother to let me, your supposed ‘best friend’ know that you were going. You just picked up and left Charming to ‘get away from the small time life’. Wasn't even a year after you get his crow. You broke his heart, T! It took us 10 fuckin’ years to get him to see real happiness again and I will not let you come in and ruin it today.”

“(Y/N), I’m…”

“Yea, you’re sorry, I know. I don’t wanna hear it today, I really don’t. It’s my daughter’s birthday and I won’t let you be the rain storm on a good day. Find Jax at the club tomorrow if you want to reconnect but do not come anywhere near me if you plan on sticking around. I’m just as hurt as he was.” You watched Tara’s tear filled face drop as she realized that your daughter and Jax’s daughter were the same little girl as you closed the door in her face. You locked it and headed back into the kitchen.

“Why did you do that?” Jax demanded as he glared at you across the short expanse of white tile.

“Because I love you, Jackson. Because you haven’t been this happy since we were in high school. Kelsi brought out a love that I know you thought was never ever coming back. Her coming back today just puts a dark cloud on something that is really good in your life. Talk to her tomorrow and figure out your issues then if that’s what you want to do. Today is your daughter’s first birthday, focus on that today and deal with Tara tomorrow. Just know, I want nothing to do with her right now and I don’t want her around my daughter any time soon.”

“You’re unbelievable…” With a shake of his head, he crossed the kitchen and jogged to the door. You heard him call out to Tara over Kelsi saying ‘bye-bye Daddy’ as he slammed the door behind him without even saying goodbye to his birthday girl. With a huffed, humorless laugh and tears in your eyes, you bit your tongue and shook your head.

“Am I wrong in this?” You asked Chibs as he flipped off the burners and put pancakes and eggs on two plates.

“Ye ‘ave the right ta say who can come ‘round our daughter. Ye ‘ad the right to tell ‘er to wait a day ta talk ta Jax. Ye don’ ‘ave the right ta tell ‘im not ta talk ta the woman ‘e loves. I do agree that ‘e should’ve waited but… that’s ‘is call, m’love.” You sighed and plopped down in the chair Jax had just vacated.

“This just made shit so much more fucking complicated.” You said as he handed you your plate.

“Fuck.” Kelsi said happily as she kicked her feet.

“Eat yer pancake, ye little monsta.” Chibs said as he scrunched up his face at the little girl and handed her the small pancake you had made her. She took it in one hand and whacked her other on Chibs’ face before peeling into a fit of giggles. He growled and pretended to eat her hand as you smiled and ran your hand through your hair.

“God, what did I do to get a guy as amazing as you?” He smiled as he took a seat across from you and turned the high chair toward the table more.

“Ye didn’t ‘ave ta do anythin’ m’love. Ye jus’ exist.” You scooted your plate to the side a little bit and leaned across the table to give him a chaste kiss. He reached up and brushed his thumb across your cheek as he rested his forehead against yours. “I love ye, (Y/N).”

“I love you, too Filip. So, so much.”

“Wuv oo!” Kelsi shouted, not liking the fact that she wasn’t the center of attention at breakfast like usual. You laughed as you moved over and gave her a big kiss.

“I love you, my little birthday girl.” She giggled as Chibs’ gave her a kiss as well.

“‘take mumma?” She said as she offered you her pancake. You laughed as you pulled your plate over and grabbed your fork.

“No that’s Kelsi’s pancake. Mommy’s pancake is here.” You pointed at your plate. She stretched to see it with a slight look of confusion before completely ignoring you.

“‘take, da?” She said as she offered him the pancake. You laughed and shook your head.

“Now that she gets from you, mum.” You laughed as he pretended to take a bite of her pancake. She giggled and ripped it away from him as she picked up a banana slice and ate it instead. You sighed contently and ate your breakfast with your family, forcing yourself to not let Tara and Jax ruin a perfect day.

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“Where’s Jax? He told me yesterday he was…” Gemma asked as you walked into her house for the birthday party. She took one look at your face, stopped talking and physically took a step back.

“Tara’s back.” You said as she reached for her grand daughter.

“I’m gunna kill that…”

“Lovely individual.” Chibs said, trying to help you enforce the ‘no swearing’ rule until Kelsi got out of the ‘repeat everything she hears’ phase.

“Yea… ‘cause that’s exactly what that woman is.” Gem said sarcastically before turning her full attention on the birthday girl. “Look at you in your pretty princess dress!” She exclaimed as she headed toward the yard where everyone else was gathering. You followed after her only to get stopped along the way by Bobby.

“Hey, mama. Happy ‘thanks for giving us our niece’ day.” You laughed as you gave him a hug. “Hey, where’s the boy Prince? Wasn’t he…”

“Tara’s back in town.” Chibs said over your growl.

“Awe shit…” Bobby grumbled as your boyfriend gently pushed you toward the pool and the party. Your now sour mood didn’t even get a chance to lighten up. As you stepped outside, Piney came over to say hi and of course, asked where Jax was. You closed your eyes and sighed as you simply walked away, letting Chibs and Bobby fill in the gaps. When the third person, poor Juice, asked; you snapped.

“You know what? I don’t fucking know where the fuck Jax is. I’m not his Goddamn keeper. I’m just the poor bitch he fucking knocked up. If you assholes want to know where my current piece of shit baby daddy is, why don’t you call him yourselves… or better yet, call Tara because he’s probably diving face first into her pussy at the moment. Couldn’t even say bye to his daughter when he chased after that piece of tail out this morning. Now, can I fucking celebrate my little princess’ birthday with my family or are you more fucking concerned about his Goddamn whereabouts?”

Not a single person said a word as you turned around and stormed into the house as tears welled in your eyes. You grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter off a table and headed toward your old room. You held yourself together as you climbed the stairs but the second you slammed the door behind you, the dam broke. You walked over and sunk down on the window seat Clay had made you when he first moved into the house. You pulled open the window that overlooked the back of the house and lit up a cigarette.

You absolutely hated yourself for getting yourself in this position. You hated that Chibs was drawn into the mess simply because he loved you. You hated that Kelsi wasn’t his. Yes, you absolutely loved your daughter, there was no denying that. You wouldn’t do anything to change having her in your life. But you would most definitely change Jax as the one who fathered her. You sat in that window seat, self loathing for two whole cigarettes before someone finally knocked on the door. You called out for them to come in as you wiped your tears away.

“Someone wants her mama.” Gemma said over Kelsi’s crying ‘mumma’ as she walked into the room. You got up and headed over to take your baby girl as she reached for you. With a sigh, you walked over to your old bed and sat down.

“You and I both know he’s gunna choose Tara over Kelsi in the end…”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Gemma said as she closed your room door and sat down next to you on the bed. She wrapped her two girls in her arms and rocked you both back and forth. “I’m so sorry, honey.”

“It’s like… it’s one thing to treat me that way. I’m an adult, I can handle it. But Kelsi is one. She’s not gunna understand why d-a-d-d-y is running in and out of her life because of Tara.”

“And that is why I am so glad she has her da.” Gemma said as she looked down at you. She sighed as she brushed your hair out of your face. “I love my son but Jackson doesn’t use his head. He’s an act first, don’t think about the consequences until it’s too late kind of guy. Which is how we got this cutie.” She said as she bopped her finger on Kelsi’s nose to make her smile. You smiled as you looked down at your pride and joy, who was peacefully laying on your chest and playing with the charm on your necklace.

“So, I’m willing to guess that that gash is gunna stick around for a while and you know I like her about as much as a murderer likes a confessional box…” you couldn't help but giggle at her comparison and she smirked at you. “But I can tell you right now. If Jax dares to put that bitch before Kelsi ever again, I will see to it myself that he signs his rights over. You are just as much my child as he is and I won’t see my baby girls get hurt because of his inability to step up and be a man.”

“Thanks, Gem.” You laid your head on her shoulder as she took a hold of and squeezed your free hand.

“I love you, baby. Now, we have a little princess to celebrate.” She said as she kissed your forehead and got up off the bed. “You wanna go down stairs with gramma?” She asked in a sing song voice. Kelsi shook her head and hid her face in your neck, causing both of you to laugh. “Thomas used to do the same thing to JT at morning nap time so that right there is a Teller thing.” You laughed as you kissed your daughters head and stood up with a sigh. You looked over in the mirror, thanked the part of you that thought to put on waterproof mascara that morning and grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the seat.

“I don’t know who I stole these from.” You laughed as you handed them to Gemma so you could shut the window.

“You snooze, you lose when it comes to cigarettes around here. If you put them down and they disappear…” You turned around as she opened the door to leave and your smile dropped when you saw Jax with his fist raised to knock. You watched Gemma’s face flash through fifty shades of rage before she could say something. “Get in your room. You and I need to fucking talk, now.” He rolled his eyes and tried to take a step past her to get to Kelsi but she grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“Let go…”

“Jackson, do you know when you went running out of (Y/N)’s house after that gash that your daughter said bye to you and you didn’t even look at her?” His eyes left his little girl to find yours for confirmation as Gemma forced him back into the hall. “Get. To. Your. Room.” You put your hand on the back of Kelsi’s head as Gemma forcefully moved Jax out of your way. You quickly slid past them with a small ‘thanks’ to Gem before quickly heading down stairs.

“I won’t let him hurt you any more, baby girl.” You promised as you made your way back outside. You didn’t make it two steps outside before Chibs stepped in front of you. “I’m alright…”

“Jax is ‘ere. No Tara.” You nodded as you took your hand off Kelsi’s head and reached out to cup Chib’s cheek.

“I saw him. Gem is talking to him. I’ll fill you in at home.” He nodded in understanding as you leaned in and gave him a kiss.

“A’right, let’s not fret anymore and celebrate our little princess, yea?” You nodded as he kissed Kelsi on the top of the head. She looked up at him and decided she would much rather be held by him instead as she stretched away from you to him.

“We’re getting close to ‘sleep on someone for half an hour before running around like a mad woman’ nap time.” You said as you fixed her dress in the back so it laid nicely.

“Looks like that someone’s me t’day.” You looked down as Kelsi yawned once and passed out. You laughed and shook your head.

“God, she’s just too damn cute.” With a gentle kiss to the top of her head, you headed over to grab a beer. You only had to force yourself to actually enjoy your daughters birthday party for a few minutes before your family made your day so much more enjoyable that it had been a little while before.

Part 3

#Chibs x Reader #Stepping Up #Stepping Up Series

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