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[thedeafprophet]

January, Under The Mask

[thehomierobbstark]

Let’s Talk About Sex

Chapter 2 Intermission Chapter 3

Pairing: Erik Killmonger x Reader [#TeamErikDon’tDateWhiteChicks]

Prompt: Aight, so iOKnoW bout yall but… I got some mad ‘fears’ about sex 😂😂😂. I got so many questions, so many horrible imaginations, so many embarrassing ass scenarios I’ve thought of in my head about what might happen when I finally do the do. Basically, ya girl been thankin (thinking) too much, and I done fucked around and thought up this shit. HUUUUGEEE shoutout to the BP groupchat for not only always keeping me entertained but for feelin me on this fic lmao. I’m so glad I’m not the only one who feel this way. Also shoutout to Poosy for her word contribution lmao.

A/N:  Ya’ll…. this really the shit that be going thru my mind lmfao like this really what I think about XD. I tried color coding the dialogue because I thought it would be too confusing but then I failed so fuck it XD. Also, it may seem like some of the words are grammatically incorrect or misspelled n the dialogue but it’s because I wanted you to read it like you would a text or message to better understand the delivery.

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿n uhhhhh yeah sit back and enjoy the journey 😂😂😂😂

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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“Okayyy… you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” You fidget nervously, fingers sweating between the joints, your heart skipping beats while you keep your eyes locked with Erik’s.

“Alright on three. One…two…three!”

At the same time, both of you flip over your papers, holding them out in front of you to show each other.

Your eyes eagerly scan over Erik’s paper, mind quickly gobbling up all the information the printed form had to offer you.

Your brain checked off each result as it read through:

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Patient: STEVENS, ERIK        Gender: MALE        Age: 26       DOB: 08/16/1992

COMPREHENSIVE STD PANEL RESULTS:

CHLAMYDIA                                    NEGATIVE

GONORRHEA                                  NEGATIVE

HIV TYPE 1                                      NON -REACTIVE

HIV  TYPE 2                                     NON -REACTIVE

HERPES TYPE 1                              NEGATIVE

HERPES TYPE 2                              NEGATIVE

SYPHILIS RPR                                 NEGATIVE

HEPATITIS A VIRUS ANITBODY      NON -REACTIVE

HEPATITIS B VIRUS ANTIBODY      NON -REACTIVE

HEPATITIS C VIRUS ANTIBODY      NON -REACTIVE

Thank you for choosing Planned Parenthood.

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A huge sigh of relief releases from your chest, sounding like a gush of wind as it escapes through your lips.

“Oh okay, so thats how u feel,” Erik griped, giving you a side eye look.

You ignore him, not even bothering to look for his reaction at your results, knowing they were all negative like you both knew they’d be.

Just as quickly as it left, your anxiety came rearing back as you snatched his test from his hands to take a closer look, eyes wide. “Wait! What does Non - Reactive mean?!”

“So you just gon ignore me then.”

“That means negative right? Where’s my phone!” your hands swing out to the sides to blindly feel around the couch before scooping up your device.

“-_____- really.”

“Okay! Okay, google says a non-reactive result means…” You mumbled over the quick-definition google supplied as you looked for the important bits, scanning between the paper and your phone. “ … and that no anti-bodies were found! So no!”

“Omg.”

You do a little happy dance as you double check to make sure all five tests define non reactive in the same way while Erik rolls his eyes.

“Y/N you fr googled that.”

“Yes nigga! Sexual health is important and I wanna make sure I’m clear and confident in my understanding of the results!”

“Okay, well, you makin a nigga feel bad n shit gettin all worried over his test results. What, you don’t trust me baby?” Erik looks at you, and his face is pouted downcast, almost looking like a adorably sad pitbull.

“Aww baby no!” You deny, immediately throwing your arms around him to comfort him, pecking his forehead with annoying kisses as you smush his face into your chest. He grumbly accepts your kisses, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“But I mean…. you was kinda a thotpocket back in the day tho..” You joke, shrugging, and he playfully pushes you back and sucks his teeth.

“Mann stfu.  You just acting all extra cuz your body count lower.”

“Erik, for the last time, I’ve never had sex before.” You say, crossing your arms to help your statement seem more serious than you felt. Erik was always messing with you, saying he couldn’t believe that you’d never had sex before at 25, and that there was just no way.

“Nah.” He states simply.

Your neck reels back a little bit.

“Wachu mean Nah??” You get ready to defend your undefiled past and the normalcy of 20+ virgins when he leans forward to nibble on your neck, distracting you.

“I mean..” He pulls your waist against him and reaches back to grab two handfuls of ass as he keeps nibbling.

“…nah, ain’t no fuckin way you this damn fine and you ain’t ever had nobody at least worship for hours between these thighs.” He rubs all over you, fingers gliding across the beautiful curves and body rolls that covered your voluptuous frame as he presses hungry kisses with delicious pressure against your throat.

“Nigga, you’re corny as fuck.” you try to insult him, but he gives a fat wet lick right above your collarbone that feels so good, and he squeezes your ass at the breathy moan that slips out of your mouth.

He pauses his ministrations on your body and pulls back from you, chuckling and shaking his head a little before resting his forehead against yours.

“What?” You ask him, thinking he’s poking fun at you. While you may have technically been a virgin, you and Erik had definitely been routinely messing around a lot.

In between your latest heavy petting and make out sessions, Erik had a bet going to see how quickly he could get you to moan without sticking his hands down your pants. He bet 30 seconds, you bet 45. So far you hadn’t been able to make it past 38.

“You’re the horniest, freakiest, yet most innocent virgin I’ve ever met.”

A part of you wanted to ask just how many virgins he’d met, but you decided to nip your jealous possessive side in the bud before it could get the better of you. It wasn’t time for her right now.

He leans back to look you in the face, his eyes pulling at the corners exposing the teasing smile he was trying to hide.

“Umm excuse me?! What do you mean innocent? If I recall correctly, didn’t I just have you creaming your bitch ass pants the other week from just grinding on you?” You throw at him, triumphantly crossing your arms and looking down at him.

“Why they gotta be bitch ass tho.”

When you’re heavy petting session last week had suddenly turned into a full blown dry grinding competition, Erik had been so caught off guard by the intensity he actually came all over himself inside his brand new black velvet joggers he’d just bought (in your defense, the velvet did feel really nice against the thong you had on).

The bewildered look on his face made you laugh so hard, you actually keeled over and fell off the arm of the couch.  He was over it at that point, storming off to the bathroom muttering threats about ‘getting that ass back,”, hence the bet you were currently losing.

“Also, lets not act like you not the same girl who can’t even watch male masturbation videos without making a face.”

“First of all there’s nothing sexy about seeing a dude jack off, so you can stop right there.”

“That’s because you’ve never seen ME jack off.” He jokes crudely. “Bet money I’d have your mouth watering within the first five strokes.”

“Probably watering because I’m bout to throw up,” You giggle childishly, a goofy grin on your face.

“Aight Y/N, you keep talking all that shit and we gon see who really still bout that action once I get them panties off.”

Your giggles come to a screeching halt as you gasp, and he buries his teeth in the side of your neck, his hands starting to wonder down south into the back of your compression shorts.  

You fight hard not to moan again this time while he chews lightly on your neck when you suddenly start to feel self conscious.

You unconsciously start squirming around on top of him, both in pleasure and slight confusion as he massages your cheeks, one in each hand, pulling and scrunching them between his fingers.  Your anxiety starts to slowly creep back up on you, and when he draws a line with his finger down your panties between your cheeks, you involuntarily clench up and yelp just as he reaches your taint. The feeling was stuck somewhere being too good yet too much at the same time. You damn near squeezed his finger to death before it could even reach its destination.

“Okay look,” you pull back, trying to reason with both him and your body. You didn’t mean to get jumpy all of a sudden but it’s like your muscles had a mind of their own.

“Baby wassup?” He immediately stops his movements and pulls his hands from you. “Did I hurt you?!” He immediately switched over from his sexually deviant demeanor to his overprotective one, concern lining his face.

“No, no baby your fine I’m just,” You blow out a breath, a little embarrassed by how twitchy you just got, and you try to shake it off by laughing at yourself.

It’s not like Erik had never groped you there before, but for some reason it felt 10x more serious now that you both basically had the green light since you’d received your test results back.

You knew both of you would almost immediately try to jump each other’s bones once you’d get the chance, but now that it was here it’s like the part of your brain that was previously occupied with worries of false negatives and unclear test results had been replaced with insecurities you didn’t even realize you had until this very moment.

“What? You good?” Erik was still studying your face, trying to see where your head was at.

“Yeah, yeah, no I’m good,” You close your eyes and nod quickly, “I just…umm…”, you’re face grows hot as you try to get out the next words, “.. I just got a little…. nervous…??” You peek an eye open. “I guess???”

You were trying so hard to relax and let go of your anxiety, but you just couldn’t stop feeling so nervous.  Especially not when you started to worry about what he might think about it.

“Can I uh.. maybe take a shower first? Or something?” You said trying to gear the conversation back into a normal flow. If you could just take a shower real quick…

“Yeah, of course, but what’s this about?” He still looked at you, eyeing you cautiously.

“I just don’t feel clean right now,” you say, making up excuses trying to find a way out of his wandering hands.

“Y/N, I just finished rubbing your clit in the car ride over here, what do you mean you’re not clean? Are you worried that I’m worried about that?” he asks you, not believing you’re serious about this.

“I meannn, it’s been like 30 minutes tho.” You lie.

“Y/N, I don’t care about that. I’m tryna see how you taste now and then. I don’t care if you still have cum on you, I’m eating that too.”

“Okay well I have to go to the bathroom, so..” You try to move off of him and onto the floor but he holds you still, not letting you escape.

Erik sighs. “Y/N, whats really goin on? It’s okay, you can tell me.” His eyes shift between yours like he’s trying to find the answer. “If you’re not ready to have sex yet, that’s okay. We don’t have to do this today baby.” He rubs at your legs tenderly, trying to comfort you.

“No, it’s not that, I just…” He raises his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for your next words. “I wanted to shave first. Because I have hair.”

He raises an eyebrow at you. “Shave? I just felt how trimmed you were-”

“Not that part.” You state plainly, hoping he’d catch your drift but have enough decency not to make it too obvious once he did.

“Y/N, I swear to god if you say legs I’m gonna-”

“Oh my God Erik my asshole, okay! I need to shave my asshole!” Your face is burning now from the embarrassment of having to say that out loud to your boyfriend and you feel like melting right into the couch into a puddle of nothingness.

The silence only lasts two seconds, but its one second too long for you and you try and scramble off his lap to go hide in the bathroom in shame. A gigantic bark of laughter breaks through from Erik’s chest, and it scares the life out of you, causing you to accidentally stumble onto the floor.

Erik’s doubled over in laughter now, tears threatening his eyes and you almost think he’s laughing at you when he rolls off the couch after you, laying his heavy body on top of yours and pinning you to the floor to keep you from getting away. He gets his last bits of laughter out with his face buried in your middle, and when he finally calms down he looks up, resting his chin on your torso.

“Y/N,” He states, looking at you.

“Erik.” you answer, avoiding his eyes.

“Y/N.” He leans in closer to you.

You clear your throat, still looking off somewhere else. “What Erik.”

“Do you really honestly think that some ass hair is gonna gross me out. Do you really think that?” He’s still smiling, looking at you with so much amusement and pure love in his eyes.

When he puts it that way, it makes you feel a little ridiculous thinking about how weird you just got over body hair.

“I mean… kinda?” You say honestly, and you finally look back at him.

“I know it seems stupid but I feel like thats not..”

“Normal?” He supplies for you. You nod your head in agreement.

“Baby,” he softly says, “Ass hair is totally normal. You know that.”

You did. “But I still feel like no one ever talks about it, and you never see it in porn. Not even the homemade ones.” Yeah sure it was normal but it still felt like this dirty ugly thing no one was supposed to speak about.

“Babygirl a lot of people have ass hair. Shit, I have ass hair. Most of the girls I’ve been with had ass hair.” He chuckles again a little, comfortable with the topic you were so afraid was gonna be awkward.

Your ears prick up at his last sentence, and you lean up a little bit. Something he said caught your attention and you looked at him intently.

“Really?” You ask, looking him in the eyes.

“Really what?” He looks at you confused.

“Really, most of the girls you’ve been with had ass hair?” You look up at him, so shocked.

“Yeah. And the ones who didn’t were always waxed anyway. I promise you baby, its not a weird thing.” He assures you, trying to make sure you really understood him.

You sat there for a second, looking off into space as your thoughts started working. And then just like that, your mind all but cleared itself as realization finally dawned on you. And you started laughing.

Not a single part of you could really care how many chicks Erik had slept with, you were just so glad that almost all of them had ass hair just like you did. You were honestly so grateful that he told you that last part, otherwise you would have never been sure whether or not you really believed him when he said it didn’t bother him.

In this one, small, truly insignificant instance with Erik, you were for once really glad you weren’t an exception to the rule.

Erik joins in your humble laughter, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You close your eyes and kiss back, returning it with softer slower kisses as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him close.

After a minute he breaks away, letting his forehead rest against yours.

“I really love you Y/N. And the fact that you want me to be the one to share this experience with you makes me feel really lucky,”. He rolls you both over onto your side on the floor, giving your body a break from his heavy frame, and to be able to look at you better.

“I’d never jeopardize what we have for something as trivial as body hair.  I mean, sometimes I still can’t even believe that I really get to call you all mine, and I just refuse to believe that nobody else has been able to see what’s been so obvious to me from the beginning.”

Erik shuffles around nervously under your gaze, and this time he’s the one trying to avoid your eyes. You could tell he was in a really vulnerable state, not only from his body language but also with how he was trying to verbally express himself. It was always really difficult for the both of you to say how you felt about each other, not because you didn’t know the words, but because for some reason they always seemed to sound wrong in your ears once they came out your mouth.

You, however, knew exactly what he was trying to say, because he’d said it before. Not with words, but with actions.

Ever since Erik met you a year ago he’d done just about everything he could think of to let you know that he was all about you. Constant flirting, unexpected phone calls, surprise gifts to let you know he was thinking of you. It had thrown you off at first because you’d never been in a relationship before, so you couldn’t figure out if he was playing with you or not.

It took three whole months of nearly daily texting, dinner dates, late night car drives and ugly pre-work facetime calls (he swears you always looked beautiful, but the never ending eye crust you were always finding kept you second guessing) for you to finally take him seriously.

After a long conversation with yourself about taking chances and ‘trusting the universe’, you let yourself fall head first into the completely new experience of a relationship with Erik. You were determined to come out the other side just as soft and open-hearted as you were going into it, refusing to let whatever experience you had turn you cold to the idea of romantic love.

And so far, the experience had been everything you could’ve hoped for, and so much more.

Sure, there were bad days, and you were still too stubborn and he was too bossy and you both definitely needed to learn to listen more. But you were sohappy. And for the first time, you felt something with him you hadn’t been able to feel in a really long time. You felt secure.

So Erik didn’t need to say anything else, because you already knew exactly what he what he was trying to say.

He shifted his eyes again, about to open his mouth to try again and clarify when you cup his face in your hand, running a thumb over his lips to shush him.

“It’s okay Erik. I know.”

And you did.

The truth was, before him, you’d never really let anyone get close enough to try and be with you in a romantic way. You were always brushing off advances you thought were too good to be true and downplaying the other person’s feelings, no matter how hard you felt yours.  For a long time you thought that maybe you weren’t supposed to end up with anyone at all, and that your life journey was supposed to be about learning how to be on your own instead or something.

While you didn’t consider romance to be a super important part of life, you always wondered if maybe there was something that you were missing out on. You almost felt broken sometimes, like maybe there was just something about you that made you unworthy of being loved and cherished the way you saw your friends and family being by their significant others.

It took a lot of hard work and self reflection for you to finally get away from your negative thoughts, and you still struggled from time to time, but you were doing a lot better.

Being with Erik didn’t solve your problems, or cure your self doubt, or make you feel ‘complete’, but it did make you feel really warm and safe inside, and neither of you were willing to give up that feeling.

So he was right. He really did get to call you all his in every sense of the word. You took a chance on love, and you were lucky enough to fall into it with someone who shared just as much passion as you did. You’d be crazy not to give something like that your all.

Both of you lay there on the floor, looking into each others eyes with a level of understanding and comfort you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to truly explain. He holds your hand drawing heart shapes into your palm, the only sound being your favorite Spotify playlist that you didn’t realize was playing off in the background somewhere.

You’d been working on that playlist since before you even met Erik, song choices ranging from early 70′s love songs to present day baby makers. It was your sex playlist.  Even if you weren’t in the mood most of your favorite songs were on there.

“When did it start playing music?” your eyebrows furrow in confusion, peeking around for the source of the speakers.

“When I was trying to seduce your jumpy ass on the couch,” he answers matter-of-factly.

“N’Jadaka Stevens, were you trying to woo me?!” You tease him, poking at his stomach trying to tickle him a little bit.

He suck his teeth, caught. “Ok, maybe I was. So what?’

“Awww…” you say dramatically, making a show of it. You pause for a second “… gay ass.”

He laughs, mushing your face away, grinning like a little boy.

“Whatever. Shut your goofy ass up and come over here and lose this bet again.” He says, fake annoyed, and gets up to sit back on the couch, pulling you with him. You settle into his lap, resting your arms in place around his shoulders.

He starts placing soft kisses on your shoulders, starting off slowly. You already knew how this was gonna go and you throw your head back, whining.

“Ugh, I’m tired of losing this game dammit,” You huff to cover up the moan you already felt creeping up your throat. “Can’t we just skip to the fun part pleasee?”

You amp it up a little by plastering on an obnoxiously toothy smile, and he purposely ignores you to keep from faltering under your heart-melting grin.

“Mmmm…” He fake thinks about it for a moment, moving his lips up to the crook of your neck to tickle you with the vibrations. “No.”

Before you even get the chance to pout he scoops up your face in his hand, squeezing a little to make your lips poke out cutely.

“Nuh-uh. Don’t even start that shit.” He deadpans. “If you want me to fuck you, you need to open up your mouth and say it.  Otherwise sit back and hush and let me warm up my dinner.”

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Warnings: A lil cheesy, a lil corny, a lil cliché, a lil fluffy. Just a lil of errthang XD. Also! Dare I say… romance?!?! (O.o)

Oh yeah this is a new series. Did I forget to mention that?

“Homie, how tf you gonna make a whole new series and you can’t even finish the ones you ha-”

Hush now child.

[badwolf-in-the-impala]

~Whiskey Lullaby~

~Chapter 3~

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Image Credit: Pictures not mine obviously, but the collage is.

Rating: NSFW-18+

Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, violence, suggested sexual/physical abuse, kidnapping, sexual content, angst.

A/N: Don’t hate me for this one XD It’s a little bit of a cliffy. But I’ll try and have the next chapter up soon!

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It was late afternoon when Chibs made his way into the Clubhouse for a cold drink. It had been a slow day at the garage, and what little Club business needed taken care of for the day, had already been dealt with. He was bored to say the least. Teagan and Gemma had returned from shopping hours ago, but he hadn’t seen either of them since. Until he sat down at the bar that is.

Teagan was behind the bar, slinging drinks to the few people who currently occupied it. Her dark hair was tied back; simple black liner and mascara rimmed her emerald orbs. Making them twice as intense. She also still worn his shirt, though it was tied up now — crop-top style — with the sleeves tucked up inside the shirt. A pair of low-rise jeans hugged her hips perfectly, making it incredibly hard not to let his eyes wander over her figure. Drawing his attention immediately to the intricate workings of a very large tribal tattoo that spread down her left side and across her hip.

“What can I get ya, Scotty?” She smirked, leaning against the bar towards him now that her other customers were taken care of. Chibs returned the grin, tapping one of his rings against the bar in thought.

“Whiskey.” He replied.

“On the rocks?”

“Yes ma’am.” Chibs nodded as he made him self comfortable, watching as she scanned the shelves for a moment before grabbing a bottle of Johnnie Walker - Red Label, snatching up a rocks glass and pouring; adding a few ice cubes to it before setting in front of him on a small bar napkin.

“It’s like ye’r a mind reader.” He exclaimed sarcastically with a grin before taking a swig.

“Well, I assumed Scottish...cause ya know.” She gestured to him with a playful smile.

“W’ell, ye assumed righ’.” He smiled, tipping his glass and clinking it gently against the beer bottle she picked up. “Ye’r a natural, Lass. Who put ye behin’ the bar, anyway?” He inquired curiously, cocking a brow at her.

“Gemma asked if I could cover for Half-Sack for a bit...I don’t know. Something about a glass ball or something or other...I don’t think I even wanna know.” She replied, shaking her head with a mildly disturbed expression. Chibs almost choked on his drink.

“Nay, Lass.” He chuckled. “Ye most certainly don’...but on a high note, ye’r a far better bartender than ole’ Half-Sack!”

“You sure it’s not just ‘cause I’ve got tits and a nice face?” She cocked her hip out to the side with a playful glare as she crossed her arms, Chibs grinning in return. She had a fine sense of humor, he’d give her that.

“I’m offended ye would even’ think such’a thing! ... Ye’ve got a nice arse too.” He feigned mock hurt, his tone teasing before dissolving into laughter as Teagan picked up the bar towel and threw it at him. “Really though.” Chibs smiled as he handed the bar towel back to her.

“Ye make a fine barkeep.” 

“Well, experience helps...” She mused, leaning against the bar again. Close enough this time that his heart skipped a beat inside his chest as he held her gaze. “I also have a knack for reading people though.” She added, tilting her head to the side with a smirk as her eyes gave him a brief once over.

“Tha’ so?” Chibs leaned forward slightly, leaving only mere inches between the two of them. 

“One of my many hidden talents.” She hummed gently, winking as she pulled away with a mischievous grin. 

“Hidden talents, ‘ey?” He chuckled before returning to his drink. “Suppose I’ll ‘ave to inquire ‘bout those later?” 

“If you’re lucky.” Teagan shrugged as she threw another wink his way before she skipped off to the other end of the bar to check on the other customers.

“C’mon man...my sister? Really?!” The voice came from beside him; Chibs turning with a grin to find Tig leaning against the bar. A mild look of disgust plastered to his face.

“Don’ go gettin’ yer knickers in’a bind, man.” Chibs replied casually. “Jus’ bein’ friendly is all.”

“Yeah...the fact she’s wearin’ your shirt looks pretty friendly to me.” He grumbled, jumping as the dark haired woman slammed his beer down in front of him.

“Don’t go startin’ shit, Tiggy.” She warned, pointing an accusing finger in her brothers face. Having caught the snide remark as she returned. “I’m not a kid anymore.” 

“Could’ve fooled me.” Tig mumbled under his breath snarkily, gesturing to the shirt she wore as she turned to leave. Halting abruptly at his comment, her fair skin flushing red with anger as she turned on her heel sharply. Chibs about to step in and defend her when she reached across the bar to snatch her brother up by the collar of his Kutte, yanking him forward.

“And if you’re insinuating that I fucked your friend, I didn’t.” She seethed, green eyes blazing as she stared her brother down. Tig opening his mouth to argue the point when Clay barked at them to knock their shit off.

“Enough!” His deep voice bellowed through the Clubhouse, compelling it into silence as he stepped out of the Chapel. “Let him go Teagan.” She did as she was told, but not before giving her brother one final sneer. Shoving him back across the bar roughly before storming off to grab a couple more cases of booze from storage. Pausing for a smoke break outside in an attempt to calm her nerves, turning as she heard heels clicking on the concrete behind her as Gemma approached the table she sat on.

“Give it time sweetheart...” She assured the younger woman, giving her a grin as she lit the joint that hung from her lips.

“I’ve given it years, Gem.” Teagan scoffed as she stamped out the last of her smoke. “Twelve, to be exact...six if you don’t count the time I did in Prison.” 

“I know baby...” Gemma replied as she exhaled, offering the joint to the younger woman beside her who accepted willingly. Taking an exceptionally large hit, before passing it back. Exhaling the sweet smoke with a sigh as she frowned.

“He still see’s me as the same junkie fuck-up that left charming in cuffs at 17.” Teagan stated dejectedly, burying her face in her hands as tears built behind her eyes, threatening to spill over.

“Oh honey...” Gemma sighed, pulling her into a tight embrace. Smoothing her hand in circles around her back. “Your brother might harbor a lot of anger about the past...but none of it is intended for you baby girl.” Teagan pulled away slightly, looking up at Gemma with a confused expression. Her brows furrowed together tightly.

“What do you mean?”

Gemma sighed, taking a seat beside her on the bench. Taking another long pull off her joint before passing it back to Teagan. 

“He blames himself for the path you took. For not being there to keep you straight when your Mom bailed.” Gemma stated softly. “For not realizing sooner that -- that guys you got involved with was bad fucking new from the start...”

Teagan sniffed lightly, wiping at her face as a stray tear escaped and rolled down her cheek. All the years she’d spent assuming he was angry with her...it never once crossed her mind that maybe he blamed himself too. Gemma smiled softly.

“You really think he would’a saved that car all these’s years, otherwise?” Gemma smiled softly as she nudged the younger woman’s shoulder gently with her own, earning half a smile out of her in return. 

“I assumed he would’ve kept it for other reasons.” She replied quietly, taking a final hit from the joint before handing it back to Gemma and hopping off the table to retrieve the beer cases she’d pulled, pausing just before she entered back into the Clubhouse. Her green eyes sorrowful as the faintest hint of a smile touched her lips. 

“After all...it was never really mine to begin with.” 

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Teagan was still tending bar later that evening; Half-Sack returning later than expected, but she didn’t mind. She actually enjoyed the work as it kept her mind off the world of worry she had precariously balanced on her shoulders. Who knows, maybe if she begged hard enough she could even convince Clay to actually hire her on permanently. 

The Clubhouse was quiet for the most part, save for the small talk between Tara and Gemma at the end of the bar. The rest of the Crew currently immersed in a meeting discussing Club business. The Jukebox playing 80′s tunes softly, creating decent background noise as she wiped down the bar and restocked the empty slots in the beer cooler. Making several trips back and forth into storage with Half-Sack to pull more cases.

She had overheard talk of some of the Tacoma boys arriving soon, and there always seemed to be a heavy thirst among the men after a long meeting. Knowing it was better to be over stocked than under; she found a place out of the way to stack the remaining cases she had brought out. Assuring she would be set for a while as she dusted her hands against her jeans.

“You’re pretty good at that.” Piney’s gruff voice commented as he took a seat at the bar. The other men slowly filtering out of the Chapel and following suit. Scattering among the bar as their chatter slowly started to fill the room again. Teagan smiled at the old man kindly.

“Thanks...I’ve had a lot of practice.” She chuckled, pouring him a double shot of Tequila and leaving the bottle on the bar-top. “I worked all over down in Vegas. Pretty damn good money to if you’re decent at it.” 

“I would imagine so.” He chuckled. “’Specially with a pretty face like yours...makes the all the menfolk tip good.” He winked, tossing a $20 onto the bar for her.

“Jesus pop, don’t go blowin’ it all at once.” Opie laughed as he took a seat beside the old man, ordering a beer and a shot of his own.

“Gah...” Piney scoffed with a wave. “If only someone would’a warned me ‘bout that years ago...you wouldn’t be here.” He replied sarcastically, cheersing his glass to the air before knocking back it’s contents. Gathering up the bottle and glass before meandering away from the bar. 

“Ouch...that ones gotta sting, huh Ope?” Teagan chuckled as she tapped the tip against the bar before tucking it inside the tip jar on the counter behind her.

“What’s Hale doin’ here?” Juice questioned as he watched the surveillance cameras overhead, Teagan turning as she set his beer down in front of him. All the color draining out of her face as she noted the Deputy and several other Officers climbing out of their rigs.

“Jesus...” Clay gave an aggravated sigh as he nudged Gemma off his lap. “Can’t a guy sit for five fucking minutes.” Grumbling as he made his way towards the door, Bobby and Jax in tow as they followed him outside. 

“Ye al’righ love?” Chibs questioned as he sat down, worry evident in his brown eyes as he stared at Teagan. Studying her expression as she watched the cameras. Panic setting in as she watched Hale hand over what was most likely an arrest warrant. 

The older man confused as she quickly stripped off all her rings, a necklace, and pulled her cell from her pocket and a switch blade out of her boot. Shoving it all toward the Scotsman who tucked everything into the inner pocket of his Kutte without a second thought. About to question her again as the Clubhouse doors opened and Deputy Hale and his Officers entered. Clay and the rest of the guys following close behind. 

“Teagan Trager?” Hale spoke calmly, watching as she paused from wiping down the bar -- a little to furiously -- and looked up at him. Inwardly groaning at the sympathetic look he wore on his face.

“David...” She sighed. Tossing the bar towel aside as she placed her hands against the bar, arching a brow as she waited for what she knew was about to follow. 

“It has been brought to my attention that you’re in violation of your Parole...I’m afraid you’re going to have to come with us.” He stepped forward, placing what was most defiantly a warrant on the bar in front of her. Chibs craning his neck over the Deputy’s shoulder to glance at it. Gemma pushing her way to the bar to grab it.

“What the hell’s goin’ on?” She demanded as she snatched the paper off the bar-top and gave it a once over. Her expression falling as she looked up at the young raven haired woman. “Jesus, Teag.” 

“Call my lawyer, Gem.” She instructed as one of the officers came around the back side of the bar. Pushing her forward onto it as he cuffed her hands behind her back and checked her for weapons. 

“And?!” Gemma demanded as they began ushering Teagan towards the door.

“I’m assuming you should inquire as to why in the BLUE FUCK my paper work he said he’d fax over to the Charming Police Depart never showed up!”

The doors slammed shut behind them, leaving the remaining members of the Clubhouse glancing around at each other with confused looks as they watched her loaded into the back of the squad car on the cameras. Gemma pinching the bridge of her nose as she drew in a deep breath. Retrieving Teagan’s phone from Chibs as she scrolled through the contacts, pulling up her Lawyer’s personal number before punching send and placing it to her ear.

“Shit...” 

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