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angstyaches · 4 years ago

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hello! can we get the trope where the sickee starts crying over something trivial and that’s how everyone realises they’re sick, except : it’s shayne, who is extremely stressed out and/or just having a bad day tm and he just?? starts crying?? over something v small?? and charlie and rin are going ???? is he okay?? and then they take care of him. thanks!🍄

Hi and welcome to Carried Away Inc., where I’m the founder and CEO. I decided to flesh this out and let the babies talk about college and stuff. All happens after the exams and grad ball, but before they receive their exam results and college offers.

CW: references to past trauma and disordered eating, anxiety, crying, angst (comfort will be in Part Two)

PART ONE OF TWO

The chair didn’t have a back, so Shayne’s shoulders were pressed against the wall. The music in the shopping centre had turned to complete white noise at this point, blending in with the sounds of customers shuffling about, hangers being slid onto railings, cash registers clicking open and shut. The worst of all was the sound of toddlers whining for the justified reason of being torn away from their cartoons and toys, only to be dragged about town for hours, with only the promise of a shitty balloon and a Burger King at the end of the day.

He hadn’t realised how hard he’d been clenching his jaw until it suddenly popped inside his head, making his back teeth grind and slip. He sank forward on the stool and cradled the side of his face in his hand, begging the ache not to travel deeper into his head. He already had so much tension in his stomach and chest that breathing had grown uncomfortable, though he hadn’t realised it had gotten quite so bad until he was left alone outside the changing rooms.

His heart was pounding, and his limbs tingled with adrenaline, like he was running away from something he couldn’t see.

There were less than twenty-four hours to go until the first round of college offers went out, and although they were freaking out too, Charlie and Rin seemed to be able to keep themselves occupied. The shopping trip was supposed to be about getting ready to leave for college, but Shayne suspected it was a distraction.

Fuck, there it went; the tension in his jaw sprouted lightning bolts of pain through his skull at the thought of what would happen the following morning. The Aldridges had promised the same thing to him that they’d offered to Felix and Elliott in the past; financial and familial aid for as long as he was in formal education. The way Ryan had mentioned it, it seemed as though it was a given. As though him going to college was a given.

But what if there was no offer?

Shayne had to bite his lip to keep it from trembling. The knots in his stomach seemed to bunch up tighter. If the Aldridges would only help and support him if he got into college, there would be nothing to stop the Devines getting their (literal) claws back in him.

“Hey, what do you think of these?” Charlie asked, suddenly appearing from around the corner without his jacket and without his shoes.

God, he’s perfect, Shayne thought, swallowing hard against the pain in his throat and his chest. That should have been your first hint. Nice things aren’t for you. You’re good for one thing and one thing only and that’s –

“I wasn’t sure of the colour at first, but they’re growing on me.”

Shayne realised Charlie was asking about the light blue jeans he was wearing, with the red cardboard tag still attached. He was also trying on a navy-blue knitted cardigan, with two of the four buttons closed, but by the way he was glancing down at his legs and twisting his calves in different directions, he was asking specifically about the jeans.

“Yeah, they’re alright,” Shayne said quietly, sitting up and releasing the hold on his jaw.

“Only ‘alright’?” Charlie turned to the side to examine himself in the full-length mirror at the end of the row of fitting rooms. “Is that code? Does that mean you hate them?”

“What?” Something twisted in Shayne’s gut at the quiet despair buried in Charlie’s tone. It was like the dark feelings inside him were creeping out and infecting his friends. “No, I just – I’ve worn the same outfit every weekend for the last three years, Charlie. I’m not exactly qualified for this.”

“I know what you mean,” Charlie admitted, his palms grazing gently over the thighs of the stiff jeans. “That’s sort of why I wanted to get some new stuff for college. Re-invent myself a bit. Can’t be the hoodie guy forever, I guess.”

“I like your hoodies,” Shayne mumbled, without really meaning to.

“I know you do.” There was a warm smile on Charlie’s face, and it made Shayne wince internally. “But if I’m wearing them less, it means you can wear them more.”

The feeling in his stomach was far from the light, fluffy sensation he used to get from Charlie’s smile. Are you going to leave your hoodies with me, Charlie? When you go off to college and I go back to -?

“Charlie Bear, you look so cute!” Rin gasped, appearing on the opposite corner. She was trying on a pair of floral pants and a blouse, and her hair seemed to have fallen loose while she’d been changing. She looked more like a young teacher than a student about to start college.

Charlie saw her in the mirror and turned around. “God, so do you. I never thought I’d see you in any pattern other than stripes.”

“Hey, shut up,” Rin laughed. “I never thought I’d see you without scuffed Converse and a hoodie.”

Charlie glanced at Shayne. “That’s literally what we were just saying, huh?”

“Yeah,” Shayne nodded. He awkwardly got to his feet, so as not to be the only one of them that was sitting down. He shifted his shoulders inside his leather jacket, suddenly conscious of the fact that they could also have been calling him out on his predictable fashion choices, but weren’t.

“I’m still not sure about the light blue denim with the cardigan,” Charlie mused.

Shayne cleared his throat, panic building up in his head the longer he stood there without saying anything. “If you like them, you should get them.”

Charlie frowned, despite the look of pleasant surprise on his face. “What? Just the jeans, or do you mean the cardigan, too?”

Shayne shrugged. “Both.”

“I think so, too,” Rin said, folding her arms as she watched Charlie turn back to the mirror. “Add a little pair of brown boots, and you’ll look like a cowboy-slash-bookshop worker.”

Shayne heard Charlie laugh, but didn’t quite catch what he said back to Rin. He felt his stomach growl quietly, untying itself from one knot and immediately twisting into another in the opposite direct. His throat didn’t seem to want to let him swallow.

Fuck. Why did he feel so lonely right now? He’d been alone for years, never even entertaining the notion of friends, never mind a boyfriend too (the word still made his insides quiver), and maybe he’d have been better off without either. When he’d had nobody, it was easier to accept the fact that he’d never make it out into the real world.

When he’d had nobody, he didn’t have to think about anybody leaving him behind.

“Sorry, Shayne, we’re taking forever; you must be so bored,” Rin said, catching his attention by picking up a baseball cap that someone had left on the opposite seat, tag still attached.

Shayne’s spine stiffened. Rin placed the cap on his head, smiling at him as she finished tugging it gently into place.

“We should find somewhere to eat, once we finish up here,” she suggested. “Are you hungry?”

The back of Shayne’s neck prickled, as though Madelyn were already standing right behind him, cold fingers clutching his shoulder as her words moved breathlessly past his ear.

Are you hungry, you useless little runt? Isn’t it about time you put your existence to good use? Shouldn’t you stop draining the world of things that aren’t meant for you? Why can’t you be more like your mother?

He wasn’t sure why he had put a hand over his own mouth, until he felt the tension squeezing his throat, and then he was glad of it, because the scream died behind his palm before he could voice it. His stomach rolled, stopping just short of making him gag.

You haven’t stopped eating since you were born.

“Shayne? Babe?”

Are you still hungry, Shayne?

The screaming in his head tapered down his throat, making his ears ring, and all that made it past his lips was a simple, “No.”

He grabbed the cap by the peak and flung it back at the seat.

The motion was so quick and unexpected that Rin took a step back from him. In the quiet seconds that followed, Shayne got the feeling he’d stuck a needle in the air and let something leak out of it. Something important. Something he didn’t have a grasp on because it was for fun, normal people, and he was never going to be fun or normal.

He swallowed, trying to ignore the ache spreading through the pit of his stomach as he glanced down at the ground, sensing Charlie and Rin watching him. His jaw was twinging as his teeth began to clench together.

“Shayne?” Charlie asked softly.

“What?” The tone of his own voice took Shayne by surprise, and so did the tears that he felt drop from his chin.

“What’s – what’s wrong, lovely?”

“I don’t want to go back.”

The undiluted confusion and worry that had suddenly drained the excitement from Charlie and Rin was enough to make Shayne’s ears start to ring again. He could barely believe he’d said the words out loud, and he couldn’t imagine what they’d sounded like outside of his own thoughts.

“Go... go back where?” There was pain in Rin’s voice, like her words were being wrung out of her. “All I - all I asked was if you wanted to go for food.”

Shayne sighed shakily and wiped at the tears that had already streaked his face. He took a step back, ears ringing again, craving space between him and his friends. “I’m n-not hungry, so, um – I’ll just – I’ll catch up with you later.”

Tears started welling in his eyes again as he turned to leave. He heard Charlie say his name, and then Rin telling Charlie he couldn’t leave the shop in the clothes he was trying on, and then his friends fizzled out into white noise and blurry white lights and you’re good for one thing and one thing only -

#okay okay that was mean #Part Two will be later this week #probably #angst fic #sickfic #angsty fic #angsty Shayne #stomach ache #stress #sad boys #sick boys #my OCs #whump #emotional whump #disordered eating #trauma

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deathbydarkelves · 3 years ago

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I decided to make playlists for Cathala and Tarinne plus explanations for why I chose each song because I entered one of those ADHD fugue states and if I didn't finish this task I would die

Anyway here are the two links (they're youtube playlists because I don't have spotify. I would obviously recommend using an adblocker if you're just gonna watch on youtube) and the explanations for each song are below the cut :) Each playlist is about an hour long.

For Tarinne’s:

1. Foggy Nights: I consider this her theme so putting it first as a sort of intro only makes sense.

2. Here’s a Health to the Company: I think this works as an example of her general disposition. She’s a people person, and always a fan of singing these sorts of songs in taverns, on ships, or what have you. It also kind of feels like a sendoff to soldiers, which I imagine symbolizes her joining the Sentinel Army and quickly thereafter fighting in the Third War.

3. Wartime Prayers: Somewhat self-explanatory, this is symbolizing her seeing war for the first time, but I also included it because the last line transitions SO WELL into the next song.

4. The Hollow: This song is an intro to an album I've never heard so I don't know the context, but I really love it because it sounds like someone praying to their deity and like I mean c'mon. Elune. Tarinne's praying to Elune to guide her through the war. Do I need to elabo-

5. Wave Walker: KILL DEATH MAIM AHAHAHAHA

6. Isil Elun’falo: Just a super rad fan-made night elf song that's basically "wow we sure do love Elune" said in twenty different ways for four and a half minutes. But it ROCKS and I LOVE it.

7. Chewing Cotton Wool: This song is about losing a loved one (I did have to check but yeah that's what it is) and I use it to symbolize Tarinne losing her mom during the war. The last line, which includes the song's title, I especially like. It's referring to how morticians (apparently) put cotton gauze in a corpse's throat and mouth to keep body fluids in and make the face look more natural. So there's a fun fact for you.

8. See U Soon (Song for Dad): Just a short lofi piece to rest a bit, and it was also chosen because the title's in reference to Tarinne growing closer to her dad after losing her mom. She still visits him at his leathers and furs shop in Stormwind fairly often, especially after dangerous adventures. She just wants to make sure he knows she's alright ;-;

9. No Lullaby: Right back into it with a song that I use to represent Tarinne's general feeling of not being able to go home because it's not there anymore. She's felt like this since the end of the Third War, but it's especially strong since the whole Teldrassil thing. But I like the ending, "who said you're on your own," because it contrasts the repeating of "alone" in the rest of the song. And it's kinda like "hey, listen, you're not the only one who feels like she can't go home." I mean that's probably how basically every single night elf feels right now skxnks

10. The Moss: This song juxtaposes classic fairy tales with scientific facts about the world and I love it to BITS. I'm using it here to represent both Tarinne's love for storytelling but also her sort of... part-time historian/archaeologist/conservator career.

11. Rasputin: I just associate this song with her for some reason and this was the best place to put it.

12. Electric Feel: Moving on to focus more on Tarinne's relationship with Cathala now. This is an extremely great and somewhat 😏 song that I also included because the electricity theme is appropriate because Cathala has lightning powers and y'know it's from Tarinne's perspective or whatever.

13. Bedroom Hymns: You know why this is here.

14. Movement: I can't talk about love songs without talking about Hozier, okay. This is just a nice, slower song to relax a bit with.

15. Never Let Me Go: I have an entire goddamn music video in my head with Cathala and Tarinne for this song and it’s very dramatic and emotional and I had to include this song or I’d die. Basically just listen to near the end of this song when she's repeating the title over and over, and imagine the two of them seeing each other at opposite ends of a battlefield after the dust settles and they rush towards each other and fall to their knees holding on as tightly as they can because they got separated early on and each thought the other was dead. Then you'll know how I feel when I listen to this song.

16. Nothing That Has Happened So Far Has Been Anything We Could Control: First of all I love the title, and second of all there's a big section in the middle (1:49 to 2:47) that I like to interpret as the two of them grappling with the fact that they're not really quite sure who or what they're fighting for anymore. Their people, yeah, but there's so many alliances and semi-permanent enemies and only-on-every-other-thursday-enemies all intertwined and the world is just so very confusing and they're trying to make the best of it. Elf school didn’t include international, interracial politics in its curriculum. It did however include how to properly plant trees, and AP calculus (this is a joke).

17. In Dreams: I like to imagine this song is something the two of them would say to each other, as a way of saying “even when everything we know is gone, even when the world ends, I will still be by your side. And if I’m not, don’t fear, for I will find you.” It makes a nice note to end on :)

For Cathala’s:

1. muse: Just a nice lofi intro to get us into things :) I don't see this song as her theme, like I do with Tarinne and the first song in her playlist, but I like it quite a bit. I don't actually really have a theme for Cathala yet, I'm currently going with a version of Way of the Monk from WoW's OST but I'm still looking for something better.

2. Frogs Singing: I included this because it's about just appreciating nature, which works because night elf and also mindfulness and meditation is a whole thing.

3. Tongues: This is a song about feeling distant from your peers which is like Cathala's whole existence! She's this weird mix of two cultures and ultimately she feels out of place regardless of where she is or who she's with. Also the theme with not understanding what people are saying works because the poor woman had to learn Pandaren from scratch and that shit ain't easy. I think blizz said somewhere probably that Common is just a language that EVERYONE knows inherently because Video Game but that's bullshit in my opinion. I'll allow spells that let you understand foreign languages to an extent (Comprehend Languages from D&D lets you understand the LITERAL meaning only, which I like), but every culture and species in the universe knowing Common is silly if you think about it for more than two seconds.

4. Kung Fu Fighting: I'm legally required to include this song. Also I prefer the Kung Fu Panda version, I'm sorry.

5. Harder Better Faster Stronger: I vicariously experience having a great work ethic through Cathala and that's why this song is here because she has 999 Determination and does Too Many push-ups every day or something idk. I was gonna say "every morning" but I have a headcanon that elves only need to sleep every couple of days (sort of a nod to "elves don't need to sleep at all" from D&D, and to explain why NIGHT elves are active at all hours of the day) so that doesn't work.

6. What's Up Danger: This song is Cathala's whole Vibe. Almost zero threat assessment skills in this woman's brain. If it can be punched, she will punch it.

7. Eye for an Eye: Fairly self-explanatory, it's a song about wanting revenge so... yeah. Checked that box. It was this or The Vengeful One by Disturbed but ultimately The Vengeful One's religious symbolism probably makes it fit better as a Tyrande theme lol ("I'm the hand of god, I'm the dark messiah." Did you mean: the Night Warrior)

8. Survivor: Cathala's survived a lot of shit and this could kinda be her making fun of herself for it because "Gods, man! Don't I deserve a break!"

9. Ashes: Really the reason I include this song is the last chunk (2:42 to the end) because holy shit. Listen, if I was gonna include a song with fire motifs, it was gonna be a somber one like this.

10. Into the West: This can kinda represent Cathala just trying to fucking breathe and recover from Teldrassil. Also works because I dunno it has stuff to do with the elves in LotR, I haven't seen those movies in a while. It sounds nice and is melancholy so I included it.

11. Like Real People Do: Cathala loves Tarinne a lot you guys have I ever menti-

12. Into the Wild: Tarinne changed Cathala's world for the better and she's super fucking grateful she has her by her side. Kinda goes without saying but you know.

13. Chasing the Moon: I have a vague music video in my head for this of them falling in love and it's very cute so there's that. Also it's in this specific spot because hey she may be deeply traumatized but she's still got a fair number of things/people in her life that make her happy so :)

14. Follow My Girl: I've got a theme going in my head that while Tarinne is fairly certain of her place in the world, Cathala is still trying to find hers. She outlived all her connections on Pandaria because Elf Lifespans(tm) and the only members of her family still alive are distant relatives she never knew very well.

15. Wish That You Were Here: This works both to represent Cathala on Pandaria feeling super homesick, and for more recently after Teldrassil. Either way, it's a message to her parents and sister.

16. Mr. Fear: She does her damnedest to hide it but she's absolutely terrified something like Teldrassil's gonna happen again! That fear drives her to do everything in her power to protect who and what she can. As long as they're not Forsaken, cause she's still got her biases, that compassion even extends across faction lines. She never really got the whole Alliance/Horde thing anyway. Innocent people shouldn't have to die, regardless of who or what they are.

17. Ordinary Day: Not to get super out there but I think this song works as symbolizing Cathala really trying to hold on to her faith in Elune, but ultimately feeling pretty abandoned. I mean she can clearly see Elune's influence everywhere. But Elune sure ain't doing Cathala any favors as far as she can tell! It also ends the whole playlist on maybe a bit of an uncertain/open-ended note, because this "losing faith" aspect is a new thing with her and will definitely be something she continues to struggle with for a while. On a related note, I should say Tarinne is still very much devout but she gets what Cathala's feeling and doesn't force anything on her, and vice versa. And Cathala wouldn't become atheist, the night elves aren't monotheistic and she still worships all the other deities, it's just specifically Elune she's a little :/ on.

#cathala #tarinne #oc playlist

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black-streak · 5 years ago

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Waiting for the Worms - Hey You

Part 15

I had planned to be so much further in the plot by this chapter and yet here we are. I don't want to say this is a filler chapter, because the reunion of the team and all is important but like, nothing exciting happens here. Very tame. Don't expect anything crazy. That's next chapter.

Special thanks to @cassiopeiathequeen for reading this over for me when I second guessed if I should even post this one or not.

CLOSED list of dinner specials (I'm tired, shush): @northernbluetongue @thethirdwheelfriend @shizukiryuu @theatreandcomicfreak @michellemagic @karategirl119 @moonlightstar64 @my-name-is-michell @mystery-5-5 @zalladane @queen-of-the-trash-planet-tm @miraculousdisapointment @dorkus-minimus @jardimazul @allthebooksandcrannies @g-arya @worlds-tiniest-spook-pastry @persephonescat @mycupisbroken @luciferge @18-fandoms-unite-08 @dawnwave16 @alwaysreblogneverpost @kris-pines04 @mysteriouslyswimmingfan-blo-blog @weird-pale-blonde-person @you-will-never-know-how-i-think @kokotaru @naclychilli @slytherinhquinn @clumsy-owl-4178 @ladybug-182 @darkthunder1589 @evil-elf16 @dast218 @lysslovsanime @emilytopaz @naoryllis @iloontjeboontje @thepeacetea @danielslilangel @finallyaniguana @i-like-fairytail-and-stuff @vixen-uchiha @yuulxd @bleeding-heart-romantic @magic-inthe-stars @st0rmy-w1th1n

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It took a moment for anyone to move, all still looking back and forth between Jason and her, as though unsure how to proceed.

While they took their sweet time figuring it out, Damian glanced at Jason, then back to her, "I see what you meant now. This will take time to adjust to."

"Oh?" She inquired, a quirk to her eyebrow.

"I keep looking to him, but that isn't correct, is it? It's annoying to think I might accidentally treat him as I treat you just because his flesh prison is the one I am accustomed to."

"Would that be so terrible?" She offered, face barely hinting at amusement.

"Yes."

Chuckling, she drew him closer into her lap where he allowed himself to huddle close, turning to watch the masses once more.

Jason, a state of content shock, kept their hands tightly bound, watching the two before him interact with such ease. Meanwhile the others only just now found the nerve to move fully into the living room, very aware of the two sets of eyes observing them. One pair, they thought they were used to, had seen almost everyday for years, but the glow to them was different. Electric green seemed to spark through the vivid blue, dangerous and wild.

Kagami never felt fear as a civilian, especially after having been a superhero for so long. Had never felt threatened or like an easy target, but those eyes on her suddenly made her feel like prey in the sights of a killer. The dark green eyes set below only added to this.

Juleka couldn't explain how on edge the little boy put her. His hardened eyes never strayed from their little group, harsh and judging. No child should be so intimidating or coiled so tight, as though to pounce. The protective arms wrapped around him seemed less for their safety, but rather hinted at more than one opponent should things go downhill.

Marc suddenly had a new idea for a story about a lone wolf and her wolf cub, living in the wilderness, avoiding conflict but capable of taking down even the mightiest of warriors. They could wager a guess where that idea came from as they stood behind the armchair Kagami placed herself in, Chloe sitting on the arm of it, Juleka sitting on the carpet between her feet.

As for Chloe, she simply stared at who she could only assume was Jason. That tall, ridiculously muscled man, with his white streak and swimming teal eyes was who they had fought alongside so long? How in the hell did he pull off a tiny little teenage girl for so long? How old was this guy even to have such a scarred, built body? What had Mari been through in her time as him? She couldn't help it, she needed to know.

"Jason, how old are you?"

He startled in his seat, turning to look at her, "uh, well I was a year older than her, so eighteen, I guess."

"Seventeen and a half," Marinette corrected.

"But he said-"

"You don't continue aging in a dead body."

She answered so matter of fact, so flippantly, they fell silent once more. Kagami was the first to regain her bearings.

"Must you be so blunt about it?"

Those eyes swung to focus in on her, sharp with challenge, "Why not?"

Chloe rose to it first, "Because it hurts okay? Your acting like it means nothing, but it does. It hurts-!"

"Like a crowbar to the face?" She cut in, a dark little smile twisting her face as the green seemed to flash in her eyes.

Damian snickered at the playful jab, adding on, "Such cutting words, Mari, how do they compare to the autopsy?

"Like a gentle caress, little one," her grin becoming more wicked as she nuzzled the top of his head. Right then the hand she forgot was gripping her own became nearly crushing as it shook.

"Fucking hell, Mari," his voice rattled out and as her head jerked in his direction, she saw his crumpled expression break into a broken laugh. He ran his free hand through his hair, "I only found out you were alive an hour ago, could we maybe hold off on the morbid humor?"

"Hey, that means I was alive two and a half more years than you thought though," she attempted to comfort him.

"Yeah? And how were those two years spent?" He snarked back, though she could hear the desperation in his voice, begging to know why she hadn't come back sooner. Hadn't looked for him.

"Curbing my bloodlust," she easily replied, not outwardly reacting, eyes searching his for understanding. The flash of green in his own answered.

He shook his head and nudged Damian, the boy instinctively moving at the nudge from a familiar hand and looking pissed upon realizing his mistake as he dropped onto the other end of the couch behind where Mari had ended up. Jason heeded him no mind as he pulled Marinette closer until she moved herself into his lap, letting herself marvel at how small she now was.

"Excuse me? Do we just not exist over here?" Chloe snapped into their little bubble.

"I wish," Damian muttered.

"Watch it brat."

"Chloe," Marinette growled out the warning.

The blonde teared up, "Mari, we're friends. You remember right?"

Sighing, she clamped down on the anger, "Of course I remember. Please try to refrain from calling him names though," swiveling towards Damian, who had started smirking, she snapped him out of it, "And Damian, learn tolerance. More people will be entering our lives now and we'll have to navigate around those the other chooses to associate with." He hunched in on himself at her reprimand.

"She lashed out at you. Her feelings about your death are not your fault."

"They aren't, but I also have zero tact about the topic of my demise. Maybe I cannot be blamed for her feelings over my dying, but I could control how hurtful my words are. Then she wouldn't have felt the need to lash out, just as you wouldn't. I won't become more tactful and I'll understand if she doesn't wish to talk to me because of it, but I could have," she turned back to Chloe with that, noticing the contemplative look to some, sadness to others. Jason simply looked like he understood and sympathized.

"So how exactly did this group come to be?"

"It took less than two months for Jason to fire Chat," Juleka spoke up, gripping Kagami's calf from her spot on the floor, purposefully drawing attention to the person she held, " choose her as the new black cat."

"Fair enough, and the rest are holders as well, I presume?"

At this moment, kwamis began to reveal themselves, Longg peeking out of Chloe's bag, Trixx popping out of Marc's hoodie, Mullo showing off their spot amongst Juleka's hair. Tikki eventually floated out of Kagami's blazer, looking at her with forlorn, yet hopeful eyes.

Feeling a purr start up against her neck, she twisted to look up at Jason.

"You two switched?"

"We switch often," Kagami spoke here, cradling Tikki who sat her palm holding back tears at the lack of reaction given, "good for confusing the enemy. They never knew which of us it was until the fighting style gave it away."

"It also became necessary due to my not being a very good fit for Tikki despite my body being the proper match," Jason cut in here.

"Juleka and I switch often as well. Fits us better that way."

"I stay the same, but I have three different forms, so I suppose it's fair," Chloe added.

"And Hawkmoth?"

"Gone. We ended it about a year or so ago," Jason reassured.

Only then did a tiny, happy smile slip onto her face, lightening the atmosphere and allowing everyone in the room to relax.

"Tikki? I've missed you sweetie bug," Mari cooed, the little goddess perking up and launching herself forward into the other side of her neck to cuddle close.

"Mari? I'm so happy you're alive! I missed you so much, you don't even know!" Tikki sniffled then immediately begin to scold her, "don't you ever pull a stunt like that on me again, do you hear? I can't lose you again."

"I know, I'm sorry. I cannot promise that."

"What does that mean?!"

"I might not have known I would die in that moment, but I would do so again," she looked over to Jason now, "I would take that hit again without hesitation. And I'm sure my life being threatened isn't going to suddenly stop. I will however do everything within my abilities to prevent another unnecessary death."

The kwami gave a little huffy sniffle and ducked back into her neck once more, as Kagami gave a cough. "Don't worry, I have no intention of taking back your miraculous. You fit Tikki quite nicely from what I can tell."

"You.. Don't want me back?" Tikki spoke up.

"It's not that I wouldn't like to have you back by my side, but tell me truthfully Tik. Looking into my soul, could you see me being able to use your miraculous?"

The kwami deflated once more at that, knowing her to be right. At that moment, she felt a small hand softly tap her back before reaching up by her neck and slowly cupping the sleepy cat resting there. Sitting perfectly still until Plagg had been completely extracted, she turned to watch Damian slowly pet the God, the surprisingly docile kwami watching the boy out of the slits of his eyes.

"What is he?" Damian looked to her, wide eyed and curious.

Chloe spoke up, trying to amend the static from earlier, "He's a kwami. They're like pocket sized Gods, bonded to pieces of jewelry. The person who wears that jewelry is granted the ability to use the corresponding kwami's power. His name is Plagg and he's the kwami of Destruction."

Damian nodded along, eyes filled with wonder as the others took turns introducing the other kwamis in the room, Tikki joining them as Plagg floated back over to Mari. For her part, Mari relaxed further as the others became purposefully distracted so as not to overwhelm each other any further, while also keeping Damian occupied.

Turning to greet Plagg, she offered a considering look, "You were on my person in the cafe."

He nodded.

"You adjusted my aim during the attack."

"You were going to kill them," he tensed up, tone defensive.

"I know."

"Marinette-"

"I'm glad you stopped me. They were not lives that needed taken."

"You've changed so much," the cat kwami sounded remorseful and desolate, taking her in, soul and all.

"I have. You still love me though?"

"Course I do, sweetheart," the big green eyes teared up, never good at hiding his real feelings around her, especially now that he could see his own destruction magic in her soul and consuming Jason's body.

Taking a deep breath, she spoke out to the room, informing them that she'd be in the kitchen, making lunch. They all nodded in agreement, knowing they all needed the space to figure out their thoughts.

Jason followed her, "Mind if I join you?"

Turning around, knowing they no longer had an audience, she let her tears fall freely, speaking softly to not alert the others "Jay? This is real isn't it? You're really here?"

Holding her by the shoulders, he leaned down to meet her eyes, "shouldn't I be the one asking that?" He teased, smiling at her small laugh, "This is some surreal shit, isn't it?"

"Yeah," she choked out, rubbing her eye as she pushed forward and pressed her face to his chest, wrapping herself around him, feeling his arms hover a moment before pulling her in tight.

"You're being strong for him, aren't you?"

Grabbing his hand, she led him into the bedroom, closing the door softly, "He doesn't have anyone else, Jay. I'm sure he told you about the league?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"Didn't happen to mention what he was doing there, did he?

"He slipped a bit, but I'd rather hear it from you."

"Talia is his mother. She took me in so I could get him out. Trained me to be the perfect protector, gave me the means to leave, disconnected from him completely so he wouldn't argue. And of course I agreed. He was being abused, Jay. It was so terrible, the way they were raising him. But I don't know what I'm doing."

"I don't know, you seemed to be doing a pretty amazing job out there," he brushed tears off her face, still amazed that he could, "How do you want to handle this? With me having taken my body back. I'll follow your lead here."

"About that… You and I have joint custody."

"What?"

"Legally, you're his older brother, who adopted him after your parents died, since you were of age to do so. Marinette Todd is your wife who adopted him with you."

"Wh-why would you- I mean-?" He cut himself off, confused.

"Well I mean, I didn't think the connection would ever come back, but in case it did or if I felt it safe to find you. I didn't want to take a chance. We can go back and change them?"

"It's fine, just, how old did you make us to be married and able to adopt a child?"

"Well he's your brother, so the adoption part would be easy despite age, plus we forged documentation for cps check-ins for two years, so they won't be checking now."

"And how old does that make us?"

"You're twenty one and I'm twenty. We've been his legal parents since you turned nineteen. We married the year after I graduated high school. You looked old enough to pull it off and I wasn't sure what I looked like anymore but doubted anyone would look twice."

"Well alright then," he blinked, pulling her close again and setting his head on top of hers, "It's going to take a while to get used to being this tall," he admitted.

"How do you think I feel," she rested fully against him, blown away by the ability to lean on someone for once.

A knock sounded on the door and Damian peaked in, "Mari? You need to come see this."

#jasonette #maribat #ml x dc #WFTW #part 15 #pacing is going to be weird now since time skips arent really an option anymore #next chapter will be fun though

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The Crown Princess of Charming - part 7

Welcome to Charming - its name says it all. Cat needed a fresh start; and though she hadn’t planned on that being in the arms of the crown prince of this little town’s bikerclub - that was what happened. Charming CA would either be the death of her - or a whole new life.

Rated M

This might be a rough one for some people.

TW: assault

We went back to TM. Phil drove my car there for me, with me in the passenger seat. I was too shaky to ride with Jax.

We were met in the lot by an angry looking Clay. “What happened, Jax?”, he growled. I went to sit by a picnic-table, outside the clubhouse. Jax lit a cigarette; and looked Clay straight in the eyes. “Truce with The Nords is over”, he declared. Clay snarled. “Goddammit, Jax!”.

Jax didn’t flinch. “If it was mom…”, he said. “This peace was bullshit, Clay. You know it”. “You had your revenge on Darby’s guy”, Clay snarled. “We only took half of Ollie’s dick”, Chibs said. “He’s still got an angry inch flopping around down there”.

Clay wasn’t appeased. “I already got that ATF bitch up my ass; I don’t need you complicating our situation more – starting some blood feud with the skinhead army!”. “Stahl has nothing on us, man”, Jax said. “We’re clear of that shit… Did you call Unser?”. Clay looked towards me. “Yeah. He’s taking care of it”. Jax nodded. “Thanks…”.

He stepped over to me, and took my hand; leading me into the clubhouse. “Lockdown is back on again. You don’t leave the compound for anything, except extreme emergencies; and someone always has an eye on you”. I frowned. “Can I pee in private?”, I grumbled. He sighed. “This isn’t something to joke about”, he grumbled. “Clay’s right. Going at Darcy like that – threatening his business… I might have kicked a hornet’s nest. Put that on top of your psycho ex…”.

I let out a deep breath. Jax stroked my cheek. “You’ll be fine, darlin’”, he said. “Will you though?”, I said. He smirked. “I always am”, he said. “I have to run. I have a meth-lab to burn down”. I groaned. “Ok. I’ll just wait here… with the armed bikers, and the alcohol”. “You’ll have a blast”, he smiled; and kissed me softly.

He walked towards the door. “Jax…”, I called after him. “Yeah?”. “If you die, I’ll kick your ass”. “Yes ma’am”, he smiled; and left.

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Bobby was babysitting me; looking like the father of a teenager who’s threatened to run away. I went to look through my stuff in one of the back rooms; and he followed me – standing in the doorway as I rummaged through a box. “The window is too small for me to get through; Bobby”. I gestured at the tiny window under the ceiling. “Just due diligence, sweetheart”. “Jax thinks I’ll make a run for it?”, I chuckled. “Will you?”, Bobby muttered.

I turned around and looked at him incredulously. “You don’t like me…”, I said. He shook his head. “I have nothing against you, Cat”, he said. “I’m just worried about Jax”. I clenched my jaw. “You think I’ll hurt him?”. “Not on purpose; you don’t have it in you”, he said. “But when you realize this life isn’t as sweet as it looks – when you break – so will he. He doesn’t want to see you hurt”. I sighed. “I won’t break. Shit, I’ve been here 3 weeks; and I’ve never felt more at home anywhere in my life”. Bobby nodded. “And that violence you saw the other night?”. I looked him square in the face. “You want to know what happened, after I saw Jax torture a man for me?”, I sneered. “I went home. I had sex with my old man; and spent the next day caring for his son… I didn’t run”.

Bobby let out a breath. “All right. I’m sorry”. I swallowed. “I get it. You’re protective of your friend. You love him… but so do I”. The biker smiled. “That’s all I wanted to hear”, he said. “Come on. I made banana-bread”.

I stepped towards the door to join him. He put a hand on my shoulder. “For what it’s worth; I do like you, puddin’. You’re might be just what this club needs”. “What’s that?”, I asked. “A good person; and a hell of a gogo-dancer”, he smiled. “Burlesque…”, I frowned. “Burlesque. Whatever”, he muttered. “Let’s go. Banana-bread”.

A little while later we were chewing on the baked deliciousness Bobby had created. “How come you’re all such good cooks; and you still want your old ladies to do all the housework?”, I asked, wiping my face with a napkin. “We’re not all tied down in domesticated bliss”, he chuckled. “We gotta live on something”. “Baked goods and whiskey?”, I smirked. “Covers most of our nutritional needs”, he said; and pulled out a joint from his cut-pocket. “This takes care of the vegetables”. He lit the blunt. “I believe you”, I laughed.

“Shit; I forgot…”, Bobby said. “Rat dropped off your purse this morning”. He got my bag from behind the bar, and gave it to me. I got my phone from inside it. Lyla had dropped a few messages; and there were four unanswered calls. I checked my voicemail.

Sunday, 11 am. “Miss Rose; this is special agent June Stahl from the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives. I’d like to talk to you about your association with Jackson Teller. I believe you might have some important information; that’s critical to an ongoing investigation. Please give me a call back”.

Stahl… The ATF agent. This wasn’t good.

Thuesday, 1.15 pm. “Miss Rose. This is agent Stahl again. Please give me a call back. It’s critical that we speak. I’m worried you might be in danger. I can help you.

Bobby looked at my frowning face. “What’s wrong?”, he asked. I shook my head, and listened to the next message.

Wednesday, 3.30 pm. “Catherine; it’s June Stahl. I’m worried you’re ignoring my calls at this point. You are with a group of very bad men. You have to get out of there. I have received information you’ll want to hear; from one of your old friends. He’s worried about you; Cathy. The Sons of Anarchy are going down. Get out; leave town. Joshua Kohn has promised me he’ll make sure you make it back to Chicago safe. We know about you attack. It’s only going to get worse from here on out. Jackson is going to jail. Don’t be there when that happens. They’ll put it on you…”.

I felt sick. Bobby frowned at me. “Cat; talk to me”. “Where is Jax?”, I said with a choked voice. “On his way up to Darby’s cookery”, Bobby said. “Why?”. I breathed shakily. “Something’s wrong”.

I listened to the last message.

Thursday, 1.46 pm. A little over an hour ago. “Kitty. It’s me. I’m very sorry it had to come to this for you. I understand you had a visit at your motel. I didn’t want to do that, my love… but I had to. (sigh) Honey; I’m coming to get you. I know where you are. Be outside the compound at 3 pm. We’ll get out of this town together… Look; I know we have issues, kitty-girl; but we’ll work through them. I forgive you… I do… Be outside when I said. Don’t tell anyone where you are going. I don’t want to do this to you; but if you’re not there… I know where the Teller is. I’ll call Stahl and give her the address. They have SWAT standing by. Teller’s is either ending up in an orange suit, or a body-bag. You can stop that. I love you, my Catherine. See you soon”.

I put my phone into my purse. The gun Jax had given me; was still in there. I picked up the small bag. “I have to go to the bathroom”, I muttered. “Sweetheart?”, Bobby said. “Just… to much banana-bread”. I tried to smile.

I stood up; and walked down the hall. My body was shaking. I love you Jax. I’m sorry…

I closed the door to the bathroom, and locked it. I had to go. Jax would never go down without a fight. He’d die today, if I didn’t leave with Joshua. I would never see Jackson again. I would never see Abel – but if I didn’t leave; he’d never see his father again, either. Jax became someone else for me; turned of his humanity to protect me. It was my turn to repay the favor.

Bobby knocked at the door. “Cat?”, he called. “Are you ok? ‘You gluten allergic?”. “I’m fine?”, I squeaked. “Just need a minute”. “You sure?”. I thought fast. “Shark week”, I said. There was a pause. “Ok… I’m gonna go away now…”. I heard him walk off.

I looked up at the small window above the toilet. I could make it. I just needed to be quiet.

Carefully opening the window, I climbed through it; and landed on a dumpster by the side of the clubhouse. The loud bump from my landing made me gasp; and I looked towards the auto shop; worried someone would have heard me. My cheeks where burning, but otherwise I felt cold all over.

Rat was standing by the tow-truck; parked just a few yards away. “What are you doing?”, he asked. “Dance practice”, I said. “I have to go”. “Why did you climb out of the window?”, he frowned. “Cardio”, I muttered. I needed to deescalate the situation. “Do you… have a cigarette?”, I asked smilingly. “Shit, yeah”, Rat smiled, and handed me a smoke; lighting it for me. “Look, could you tell Jax… tell him I’m sorry…”, I said. “For running off”. “For dance class?”, Rat said. “Yeah”, I smiled. “Tell him I love him”.

Calmly as I could; I walked towards the large opened gate – leaving behind my second home; my love – and the life I had thought was mine. All I had to remind me; was the blue, plaid flannel shirt I was wearing.

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The street outside was quiet. People we’re going home to prepare dinner for their families; live their lives. I walked down the street, my breath hitching; and tears welling up in my eyes.

A dark escalade pulled up next to me; and the window by the passenger-seat opened. I looked inside.

“Hello, kitty…”. Josh was smiling warmly at me. “Get in, honey. We have quite a drive”.

He opened the door for me; and I got into the seat. “Buckle up, my love. And put out that cigarette. I hate it when you smoke; you know that”, Josh said brightly. “I brought road snacks!”. He handed me a bag of peanuts. “There’s water in the back seat”. I looked behind me; and saw a cooler standing next to a shotgun. “Josh…”, I croaked. “Don’t worry, honey. It’s just for our protection. Are you armed?” “My purse”, I said. “Gun”. “Thank you for your honesty. Throw it into the back”. I did as I was told. “See; we’re already building trust”. “Yes”, I croaked.

We drove for a while; passing the sign at the town border. The name says it all. “Not so charming, huh?”, Joshua chuckled. I took a gasping breath; and he grabbed my shaking hand. “Hey… You’re ok now. I’m taking you away from here. You don’t ever have to come back”. “Where are you taking me?”, I asked. “Home”, Josh smiled; returning his hand to the wheel. “Our future”. “You… came all the way here for me”, I said. He nodded. “Arrived shortly after you”, he said. His jaw clenched. “I would have come for you sooner; but I knew you needed some space. Kept my distance”. I looked at the passing road-signs. We were going east. “So… you called my job. Sent those papers…”, I muttered. “That wasn’t the right place for you. You know it”, he said. “You were getting in too deep – too fast”.

I let out a deep breath. “You’ve been watching”. His face twitched. “I had to make sure you were safe”, he almost growled. “I understand that you needed to let loose for a bit… sow your wild oats; before you finally settled down… but him…”. I swallowed bile. “He’s not… you don’t have to worry about him”.

Josh slammed his hands into the wheel; and the car swerved; making me yelp. “I saw you two that night! His hands all over you. Where’s your sense of respect for what we have?”. “I’m sorry, Josh”, I whimpered. He looked at me with wide eyes, and sighed. “I know, Catherine… but you can’t do that anymore. I’m not going to let you destroy my love for you; it won’t work”. “I understand”, I whispered. “Do you? Really?”, he asked. “Yes…”, I said. “But… I need to know. Did you tell that agent…”. “Where biker boy is?”, he snarled. “No. I don’t like what he does; who he is… but it’s not his fault that you made some bad decisions”.

Jax was safe. I couldn’t help but smile through my tears. “Does that make you happy?”, Josh said; almost daring me. “I can still call her”. “I’m… just happy that I didn’t ruin anymore lives”, I said. Joshua’s face softened. “You are a good person, honey. Deep down. You just needed to be reminded where you belong. And with whom”. “With you”, I muttered. He took my hand again. “With me”.

His hand was clammy. It made me sick to my stomach to have him touch me; but I didn’t pull my hand away. I have to save you, Jax.

We drove for about an hour. Josh kept talking to me; telling me about how he’d redecorated his apartment so it would fit us both. “I had them put new wallpaper in the bedroom. Pink roses. Your favorite”. “I’m… happy”, I smiled as genuinely as I could. I hated pink roses. I would always hate pink roses. “Josh; I have to pee… can we pull over?”. He shook his head. “I rented a motel room about 30 minutes away”, he said. “Hold it”. “Why?”, I asked. “Stop asking questions”, he snarled. “I-I’m sorry, Josh”, I stammered. “I was just wondering why you got us a room… I didn’t mean to question you”. He paused for a second before answering. “We need a fresh start, honey”, he said. “A romantic night together is just what we the doctor prescribed”. I swallowed bile again.

Josh pulled up at a small roadside motel. The rooms were individual cabins. “Privacy”, he smirked at me. I tried to smile back; hiding my tears. “Perfect”, I whispered. “No, you’re perfect”, Josh breathed; and leant towards me. I closed my eyes; and he put his lips on mine. They were cold and clammy; like his hand.

He got out of the car; opened my door; and led me to the door of one of the small cabins. He locked the it behind us.

The inside of the room was faux rustic – from the plastic antlers on the wall, to the Walmart patchwork on the bed. Josh was smiling gleefully. “Oh yeah. Look at this!”, he said; and popped a quarter into a slot on the wall by the bed. “Lay down”. I hesitated. “Honey, don’t worry. We’ll take it slow”, he said, and put his hands on my waist, backing me against the bed. His lips were on mine again; and I exhaled through my nose. “Lay down”.

I sat myself on the bed; before laying my head against the pillow. Josh pushed a button next to my bed. It began vibrating. “A nice massage, for my kitty”, Josh smirked. “You like that, don’t you?”.

He began crawling over my body. “I missed you so much”, he breathed against my neck; and put his lips to my skin. “Please, Josh…”, I whimpered. “I can’t…”. He looked at me with scrunched eyebrows. “Honey… I just love you so much. I want you to feel good…”. He put his hand on my breast. “Don’t…”. I began sobbing; and tried pushing him away.

Josh sat up; straddling me. I tried to sit up myself; pulling myself backwards to create distance between us. “This isn’t our first time. Just relax and let me love you again”. I shook my head. “We didn’t… make love”, I said; anger in my voice. Joshua’s face became enraged. “We made love!”, he yelled at me. “We had sex. That’s it”, I said. “That’s all it was to you?”, he growled. “You whore!”. He backhanded me across the face; and I felt my ears pop from the blow.

“And him? Teller? You made love to him?”, he growled. “I gave you a year and a half of my life. He’s known you – what – a month?”. “We weren’t together that long, Josh. You just never accepted that”. Josh smirked at me. “Once we’re done here; I’m going to go back to Charming, and burn down that clubhouse… kill that homewrecker”.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed him off me as hard as I could; and sprang for the door. Josh was on me; and grabbed the back of my head; slamming it against the wall. I fell to the floor; feeling blood coming from my nose. “Why do you have to make this so hard?”, he roared. “Please”, I whimpered. “I want to go home…”. Josh grabbed my arm; and pulled me up. “We’re going home tomorrow”, he snarled. “Tonight; you show me that you still love me!”.

He tore at the buttons on the flannel I was wearing – struggling me for dominance. I grabbed at his face; dipping my nails into the skin; and leaving marks down his cheek. “Bitch!”, he yelped; and kneed me in the gut. His arms went around me; and I grabbed his hair – pulling it hard; and biting into his neck. Josh roared, and let me go.

I ran towards the door; and unlocked it; running outside – screaming for help. I saw an elderly man in the cabin next door, look at me through the blinds, and close them quickly. I ran to the car; and ripped the door open; grabbing my purse.

Josh had followed me outside; and kicked my leg; making me fall to the ground. I managed to keep a tight hold of my bag; when Joshua grabbed the shotgun and cocked it – aiming at me. “Get back inside, Catherine”. I stood back up slowly, tears running down my cheeks. “Inside”, he repeated.

I limped back into the cabin. Josh closed the door. “Put down the purse”. I obliged; his shotgun poking my back. “Turn around. Slowly”. I turned around and met his face. It was calm – and cold. “Good. Now take of your clothes”. I sobbed, and shook my head. “No… please”, I cried. “Take of the goddamn shirt, you dirty whore!”. I shrugged off the shirt; making it land on the floor. Jax… “Now the top… slowly. Make it worth it”. I took a deep breath, and pulled the hem of my t-shirt over my head.

Josh looked me over. “Still so beautiful”, he breathed. “Now the pants…”. He began removing his own shirt with one hand. I had a metallic, bitter taste in my mouth. “Do it!”, he screamed. With shaking hands; I unbuttoned my jeans.

I looked down at the floor, where my purse was laying; slightly open. “M-my boots”, I stammered. Josh nodded. “Take them off”, he said.

I bent down; and removed one boot; making it look like I was about to take of the other. With a quick glance up at Josh; I then threw myself at my bag; grabbing the gun inside. Josh’s shotgun went off; and I felt a soaring pain on my arm. He’d missed me; but a few buckshot’s had grazed my upper arm.

I hear a roar of engines outside. Josh turned around; and I ran at him; pushing him in the back. He toppled over, and the shotgun slid under the bed. I pointed my gun at Josh. “The safety’s on”, he snarled. I flicked my thumb. “No it’s not”, I growled; and pulled the hammer.

Josh threw himself at me; making me fall to the floor. My gun went off; shooting a hole in the ceiling.

“Cat!”. It was Jax’s voice; coming from outside. “Jax!”, I screamed at the top of my lungs. Josh punched me in the face; and put his hands around my neck; beginning to choke me.

The door was kicked open; and Jackson was in the room. With a roar; he dragged Joshua off me; throwing him against the wall; and slamming his fist into the monster’s face. Opie and Chibs ran through the door; and grabbed Josh – pinning him to the floor. Chibs locked Joshuas arms behind his back; and Opie put his foot on his neck – making it impossible for him to move.

Jax rushed over to me; and lifted me into a seated position. “Baby!”, he croaked; his face anguished. “He…”, I couldn’t finish my sentence, but began sobbing. He put his hand on my cheek; looking at the bruising Josh’s beating had caused. I tugged at his cut; and wept into his chest; leaving a bloody trail on his white t-shirt. Jackson held me close, and stroked my hair. “I’m here, baby. It’s over”.

“You slut!”, Josh growled. “You’ve probably spread your legs for all of these scumbags!”. Opie moved his foot from Josh’s neck; and kicked him in the gut; making him let out a croaking sound.

Jax tensed up. He took the flannel from the floor; and draped it over me; before standing up and walking over to repeat Opie’s action.

“Let him go”, he snarled. Chibs stepped back; and Josh stumbled onto his legs. “You’re gonna die”, Jax growled; and attacked Joshua; throwing him at the wall; and punching his chest and face. Joshua fought back best he could; but he was no match for the beast that was a rageful Jackson. My old man was a wild animal; slamming his fists into Josh’s body, every opening he could find. In the end; Joshua was on the floor again; gagging for breath.

Opie went over to me; and helped me put on the shirt. “Come on”, he muttered; and got me on my feet. “He has to die…”, I hiccupped through my tears. “He’ll come back”.

Jax turned to look at me. I held out my gun to him; and he furrowed his brow. I limped over to him; putting the gun in his hand. “Kitty…”, Josh croaked. “You worthless cunt…”. I spat in his face. “Get her out of here”, Jax muttered. Opie supported my weight; and we went outside; leaving Jax and Chibs with my assailant.

I heard a loud pop; and my legs gave in. Opie held me upright; and I sobbed against his shoulder. “Shh, Cat. It’s over”, he whispered; and stroked my hair.

Suddenly; we heard sirens in the distance. “Shit. ATF”, Opie muttered.

No! No, no, no… You can’t take him.

I tore myself from Opie; and stumbled back into the cabin. Jax was standing over Josh’s limp corpse. “Go…”, I whispered. He looked at me incredulously. “What?”, he breathed. I walked over to him; and looked down at the corpse at his feet. “ATF is coming. You just committed murder. You have to go”, I said. “I’m not leaving you!”, he said.

I put my hand on his cheek; and kissed him softly. “I love you”, I said; and took the gun from his hand. He tried to hold on to it; but Chibs pulled at his arm. “Come on; Jax”. “I can’t leave her”, Jackson yelled, and looked into my eyes. “Come with me!”.

I sighed; and looked down. “I have a ride…”, I said; and looked towards the blinking lights coming closer. I pried his fingers from the gun; and stepped away from him.

“Jax, come on!”, Opie yelled from the door. Chibs dragged him towards the exit. “I love you, Cat!”, Jax whimpered. “I love you Jackson. Go”, I said; voice calm.

They sprang on their bikes; and drove fast as they could; down a dirt road behind the cabins.

I sat down on the bed and waited.

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A few minutes later, two SWAT-officers sprang through the door – guns aimed at me.

“Put down the gun! Hands behind your head”. I dropped the gun on the floor; and kicked it towards the officers; before putting my hands behind my head. “Get on your knees!”. I shook my head. “I can’t”.

I heard a woman’s voice. “Are they in there?”, she called out. “No, ma’am”, one of the officers answered. “She’s alone. With a dead body”. A woman in a grey suit stepped in behind them. “Shit! We needed him red handed”. She looked pissed.

“Get on your knees!”, the first officer repeated. “I can’t! My leg’s busted”, I sneered. The woman shook her head. “Let it go”, she muttered. “You’re Catherine Rose, I take it”. “Cat…”, I said. “Cat”, she smiled. “Meow… well, this is a shitty ass situation for you. You’re alone in a room with a dead FBI agent”.

I looked at her with cold eyes. “Where’s Jackson Teller?”, she asked. “Not here”, I said. “So who killed agent Kohn?”. I looked away. “I did”, I said. “You did…”, she repeated with a chuckle. “And I take it you gave him that beating as well”, she continued; walking over to examine the body on the floor. “He attacked me. Beat me. Tried to rape me”. Her smile disappeared. “Huh”, she scoffed. “So you kicked his ass; and shot him in the head”. “Adrenaline”, I said.

She sighed. “Cuff her. Take her in”.

One of the officers pulled me up into a standing position; and pulled my arms down; zip-tying my wrists together. “Catherine Rose. You are under arrest for the murder of Joshua Kohn. You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say; can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney…”. The rest of his words disappeared into a blur; as the two officers supported my weight out of the door.

I looked back towards Joshua’s body one last time.

I hope you burn in hell…

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I was driven to St. Thomas; and given a once over by a doctor. Once they had taken skin samples from under my nails; and I was cleared of any serious injury – beyond the almost torn over tendon in my knee; and the bent ribs on my right side – I was driven to the police station, and put in a cell for the rest of the night. I didn’t sleep.

The next morning, I was brought to an interview room; where a kind looking lawyer was waiting for me. “Catherine; I’m Abby Lowen”, she said. “Cat”, I said. “Are you a public defender?”. She shook her head. “Jackson Teller hired me”. She let out a deep breath. “He filled me in”. “So you know I killed Jo… agent Kohn”, I said.

She narrowed her eyes. “He gave me a slightly different story”, she said. “Then he’s lying. I killed him”. She shook her head. “I want to help you, Cat”, she said quietly. “But I can only do that, if you tell me the truth”. I stared her square in the face. “I’m not sending Jax to jail”, I said. She leant back in her chair. “Ok”, she sighed. “So tell me what you think happened”.

I swallowed. “Joshua has been stalking me for over a year. I tried getting a restraining order; but he used his pull to make it go away”, I said. “I came to Charming to start over… but he followed me here. He kidnapped me; beat me – and tried to rape me. So, I killed him”.

Lowen let out a deep breath. “I know part of that is true. And I am very sorry that happened to you”, she said sincerely. “I managed to pull out a record from six months ago; citing an attack on you, at your old job”. “Yeah. Kohn”, I said. She shook her head. “The report says the attacker was never found. That you didn’t name him”. “I did!”, I frowned. She opened a file in front of her. “I also have another record, stating that you were under the influence of cocaine while at work as a middle school teacher”. “Kohn”, I repeated.

She sighed again. “If we can prove that agent Kohn attacked you; you’ll probably be cleared of charges – citing self defense”, she said. “But if would be easier for you if you just…”. I slammed my hand into the table. “I am not giving them Jax”. She nodded. “I get it. Ok. Let’s move forward with your story”. “I’m sorry”, I muttered. “I know you’re trying to help…”. She smiled crookedly. “Let’s fix this, Cat”, she said quietly.

I swallowed. “Am I going to jail?”, I asked. “We’ll try to avoid that. For now, agent Stahl wants you here, for some reason”. “She wants to use me against the club”, I said. She nodded. “I think so…”.

The door opened, and agent Stahl came in. “You’re free to go”, she said. “What?”, I said. “We found the shotgun under the bed; with Kohn’s fingerprints on it. And you, my dear; had buckshot’s in your arm when we found you. It doesn’t make him look good”.

Lowen shook her head. “What’s going on, Stahl? You arrested her. She confessed”. The agent chuckled. “Are you trying to keep you client in custody?”, she said. She looked at me. Her botoxed face gave me the shivers. “It looks like you were telling the truth, kitty”. I wanted to smack the filler out of her lips.

“So, what now?”, Lowen asked. “You’re not in the clear”, Stahl said. “If it turns out what happened was in fact murder; you’re back in here”. Lowen shook her head. “Double jeopardy. You can’t do that…”. Stahl looked at her seriously. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you can’t do something. We, as women, have to believe in ourselves!”. “You can’t arrest her twice for the same crime”, Lowen said. Stahl shook her head. “There was never any arrest”, she said. I scoffed. “Your guy literally arrested and read me my rights last night”. She smiled brightly. “Turns out he was hitting the hooch”, she said. “He’s suspended; and the arrest was deemed null and void”. Lowen looked at her incredulously. “So, if you change your mind; you can pull her back in and charge her again”. “Exactly!”, Stahl grinned. “Now, get your belongings, and skedaddle”.

I was flabbergasted; and began limping towards the open door. “Oh!”, Stahl called after me. “The gun used to kill agent Kohn… it didn’t have a serial number. Did he bring that as well?”. She narrowed her eyes at me Lowen took a hold of my arm. “You don’t have to say anything”, she muttered; and helped me out the door.

“Your boyfriend is waiting outside the station”, Stahl called after us. “Have a nice day!”.

I said goodbye to Lowen – promised to call if I needed her – and limped out into the daylight.

Jax was leaning against his bike; and when he saw me; he walked over, and helped me down the stairs. He wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“Can you ride?”, he muttered. “Yeah…”, I whispered. He gave me his helmet; and got on his bike; letting me get on behind him. Without a word; he started up the bike, and drove us away from the station.

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He took us home; and helped me through the door; transporting me to the couch; and putting a pillow under my leg, to lift my knee. “Need ice?”, he said. “I’m good. Thanks”, I said.

He nodded; and hesitated for a second; before leaning in and giving me a chaste kiss on my lips. He walked in to the kitchen; and grabbed me a bag of peas from the freezer – coming back to put it on my knee. “I said I was good”, I muttered. “It’s swollen”, he said. “Keep it on there”. “Ok”, I whispered.

Jax moved towards the front door. “Jax?”, I croaked. “You’re safe now”, he said; back turned to me. “Look at me…”, I pleaded.

He met my gaze. His eyes were indifferent. “I have to go take care of some stuff”, he said. “Gemma’s got the kid for a few days”. “I can take him…”. “No, you need to heal… It’ll be a late one. Don’t wait up”.

He left without looking back. When I heard him start up his bike; I instantly began sobbing.

After a while; I managed to get myself into the bathroom; and take a shower – leaning against the wall for support. I stumbled into the bedroom; and fell onto the bed – tears returning to my eyes.

Lyla came by; letting herself in. She’d brought a casserole; and a thermos of her special brew. “How are you feeling?”, she asked, after she’d helped me into the kitchen. I shook my head. “He… he’s dead. It’s over”, I said. She nodded. “I’m so sorry. You’ve been through so much”.

I looked at my friend’s face. She was so kind, and – porn-star or not – almost angelic in her demeanor. “What happens next?”, she said. I sighed. “I have no idea…”, I said quietly. “I might get charged again… might not. It’s all just up in the air”. “Jax’ll make sure you’ll be fine”, she smiled. “Yeah…”, I whispered.

She frowned. “What’s wrong?”. I shook my head. “He wouldn’t talk to me…”, I said. “He just left for… I don’t know what”. She squeezed my hand. “Must have been something important”, she said. “He loves you, Cat. It’ll be fine…”. I tried to smile, and nodded. “I want to get some sleep”. “Of course!”, she said. “I have to pick up Piper from soccer anyway”.

I limped after her to the door, and she kissed my cheek. “Everything will be ok. You just have to heal. And so does he”. She left; and I stumbled back into the bedroom.

I fell asleep; and woke at 3 am; from the sound of Jax moving around in the bedroom. “Are you ok?”, I whispered. “Yeah”, he said; and kissed my chin quickly; laying down next to me. “Go back to sleep”. He turned his back to me; and pulled the covers over his body. “Goodnight”.

He didn’t touch me all night.

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I woke up late the next morning; and limped into the kitchen; to find Jax smoking a cigarette; and drinking a cup of coffee. He’d found a set of crutches somewhere; and put them against the counter. “Thanks”, I said. He nodded at me; and went to grab me a mug. “Did you eat yesterday?”, he said. “I wasn’t hungry”. “Lyla brought food…”, he muttered. “Like I said…”. He shook his head, and got up – getting a bowl; cereal and milk – setting it all down in front of me. “Eat”.

I sighed. “Would you please talk to me?”, I said. He sat down again; and took a draw from his smoke. “What do you want me to say?”. “You killed a man, Jax!”, I sneered. He blew out smoke. “Yeah, I do that”, he muttered. “I talked to Lowen. She told me what happened. That was stupid of you…”.

I frowned. “I wasn’t going to send you to jail!”. “I’ve been inside before. I’d manage”. “This was murder! You wouldn’t have come back”. “Cat…”. “No! Why are you mad at me?”.

He met my eyes. “I’m not”, he said softly. “I’m just… what happened. It shouldn’t have. You shouldn’t have left the clubhouse”. “I had to”, I muttered. “Kohn knew where you were. He would have sent Stahl after you”. Jackson bit his lip. “You shouldn’t have left”. I fought tears. “I wanted to protect you”. “I know…”.

We sat in silence for a while. “I have to go”, Jax said. “Why”, I whimpered. “I have a deal to tie up”, he said; and stood up – putting on his cut. I gave in, and let the tears fall. “Don’t… Cat; I’ll be back later, ok? Call Gemma, if you don’t want to be alone. You shouldn’t drive until your knee is better”.

“What Josh did to me… I just wanted you to come and take me away”, I sniveled. “I did come; but you didn’t come with me when I asked”, he answered. “And now… you can’t even touch me or look at me”, I said He sighed, and took my hand. “I love you Cat. But I don’t know what you want from me”, he said. “He’s dead. It’s over. You don’t have to be afraid anymore”.

He leant over me; and kissed my lips gently. “We’ll get through this shit with Stahl”, he said. “Just… heal up. I’ll see you later”.

He walked out the door; and I was alone again.

#jax teller x oc #jackson teller #jax teller fic #jax teller #jackson teller fic #soa #sons of anarchy fic #sons of anarchy

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flashfuture · 4 years ago

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Kyle is just like an example of “making yourself the chosen one” like I have trouble calling him, in himself, special because I don’t think he is, everything he’s done he’s legit worked for, he put the time in and life...worked allowed him to have a win? He’s like changed a lot but something I like about him as like a character is that he’s still the same idiot in an alley Ganthet found back in the 90’s who just happens to be a god now. Plus I love his costume changes, feels natural. Though, if me and my nonexistent wisdom were to create a Kyle Rayner lantern costume(tm) I would certainly have to make the male version of Sailor Moon’s white dress from the end of the first big arc of that anime, the one she wears while “power of love” plays in the background. That one but like battle ready.

Speaking of that; if there was one comedy one shot I read it be Ganthet and Kyle as roommates or rather, Ganthet freeloading at Kyle’s place. Kyle intergretating Ganthet for lying about not having darks to put in the wash and Ganthet insisting he gave all he had and he should just put on a half load and Kyle insinuating his mother would materialize out of the ether and Nag him if he did that. Along with one where Kyle has to go basic training for the first time and all his brother figures act like assholes in a typical sibling fashion and Kyle complains the whole time. Or one where it illustrates Kyle’s first meetings with John and Guy and giving them back their rings, Kyle expressing fir the first time he truly feels like he belongs to something instead of something in the abstract when it comes to being a GL. All that cheese.

Okay, last one but cause i gen don’t know, does...does anyone of his friends...know about Alex and what happened to her? Like reading some old stuff made me realize that the same way Kyle spoke about Alex achieving her dream of being a top photographer someday reminded me of how he talks to Conner about his own aspirations which like...makes me feel a certain way.

Exactly I’ve never taken the whole chosen one seriously. Like okay yes based on how the rings work it would have chosen Kyle like it chooses anyone. Which means when Kyle said it could have been me or the drunk in the alley probably not. Ganthet dropped down onto Kyle and said you’ll do cause it does take a special someone to wield the ring. But Kyle wasn’t like destined to be the savior of the Lantern Corps or born to be the Torchbearer. He was just one of actually quite a few humans who could wield the GL ring. And he happened to be the quickest one Ganthet could get to and dump the ring on.

Yes yes yes the idea of Ganthet just living in Kyle’s house being a menace is everything. Ganthet already took everything else from Kyle why not his spare bedroom. And Kyle was a drifter before he was chosen to be a Lantern. I think he’d just dropped out of art school he was drinking too much on the weekends and frankly just unsure of himself. Being the Torchbearer made him sure of himself.

Kyle Rayner is a story of building yourself up and being special no matter who you are. Kyle having a single immigrant mother from Ireland also fits really well with this theme.

Pssh the idea of Kyle being put through training because he technically never completed it is so funny to me. “Okay Lantern Rayner basic construct 101″

“Hal I literally held Ion you know the embodiment of will inside me, I’ve got this”

“Sorry I’m hearing complaining when I should be seeing green boxes”

“I’m gonna kill you, complain to Guy, and then watch him kill you- again. And speaking of which I’m pretty sure I at least played a hand in your resurrection so” “Drills rookie- Drills”

Okay and I think everyone knows about Alex. And by everyone I mean the whole superhero community. Kyle pretty readily offered up the tradegy to Ollie once. And Carol knew about it (in a time we all forget ever happened)

The Lanterns are notoriously shit at secret identities so yeah pretty sure everyone who knows Kyle knows that Alex was killed.

And Kyle and Connor were best friends like so quick. Kyle met the dude once and then was inviting him on a cross-country road trip. (and trying to work out if he was gay too)

#ask #also yes to Kyle in a sailor moon outfit #look Kyle is for certain an anime nerd #cosplay has to be the first thing he did with his ring

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jaybug-jabbers · 4 years ago

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All-Glitch Pokemon Blue Run Pt16: Approaching Destiny

The following is a series of texts exchanged between the devices of Professor Gingko and his assistant, June, dated 8/15/97. This document is for the personal information and use of the designated recipiet only (i.e., “for your eyes only”). It is not to be shared.

P Gingko 3:34 pm

June? Are you still out working with D4 in the Mansion? You've been gone quite a long time now. I was hoping for a status report.

Junebug 3:46 pm

ya got sidetracked sorry

P Gingko 3:47 pm

Side-tracked doing what?

Junebug 3:49 pm

I'll tell you but promise you won't be mad, ok?

P Gingko 3:50 pm

I won't be mad as long as you don't give me a reason to be mad.

Junebug 3:52 pm

I'm sort of in Viridian City right now

Junebug 3:52 pm

and, uh, I just finished fighting the gym leader. did yoy know the Viridian Gym leader was Giovani?

P Gingko 3:53 pm

What on Earth possessed you to do this, June? Did I not *specifically* instruct you no more gym battles or trainer fights? You know we're trying to keep a low profile!

Junebug 3:53 pm

ok see you're getting mad

Junebug 3:53 pm

look, I had a reason

Junebug 3:54 pm

I heard on the news that the Viridian Gym was accepting challengers again, and somebody was speculating the leader of the gym was actually this giovani guy

Junebug 3:54 pm

and like it was acting as his sort of cover. you know, the dude who is in charge of team rocket? those losers who keep smuggling pokemon and stuff? and they were RIGHT, it totally was giovani

P Gingko 3:56 pm

I fail to see why this is relevent. What does it matter if the Gym leader is Giovani? You still shouldn't have challenged him, especially in front of so many witnesses.

Junebug 3:58 pm

because I stopped him! I stomped him flat with my glitch pokes and he was so confused and humiliated that he swore he couldnt even face team rccket anymore. he said he's disbanding the whole organization! look i knew somebody had to take the guy down a few pegs, and I was right, it worked.

P Gingko 4:00 pm

As commendable as that is, June, this sort of thing still is best left to the authorities to deal with. Let the police and investigators handle Team Rocket. It's not the job of a busy young lady who's assisting a glitch pokemon professor on very delicate research.

Junebug 4:02 pm

Isn't it, though?

P Gingko 4:02 pm

Isn't it what?

Junebug 4:05 pm

Look, Professor. I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. We've been spending months now researching these glitch pokemon. And you've spent YEARS doing it. All in super secrecy. Ever since they were discovered, its been in secret. youve been slaving away in the shadows, and all your colleagues just think youre some qwuak, some lunatic.

P Gingko 4:05 pm

The reminder is, in fact, not necessary. I'm well aware of how the academic community perceives me.

Junebug 4:06 pm

Don't you think it's about time we do something about that? We've learned so much and we have PLENTY of proof by now! We can go public about glitch pokemon and show the world what they've been missing. or misunderstanding.

P Gingko 4:08 pm

June, that's not for you to decide. The nature of our research is very important but also very sensitive. We're working with incredibly powerful forces. In the wrong hands, or if mishandled, glitch pokemon and glitch phenomenon can be devastating

Junebug 4:11 pm

Yeah but isn't that all the more reason to go forward with the truth? Sooner or later, some random person will stumble across glitches, just like I did. And who knows what will happen to them. But if we go forward and educate people, then, laws can be made, and people can learn about them, and we can all know how to deal with glitches properly.

Junebug 4:11 pm

and also people will realize we're not crazy!! you wont have to work in obscurity anymore. you can be a hero! recognized for your genius.

P Gingko 4:12 pm

Appealing to my sense of vanity won't work, you know.

Junebug 4:12 pm

its not really about the glory though, thats just a nice added bonus.

P Gingko 4:15 pm

June . . . it's not as though I have not considered these facts. I've thought about them for years. About when to go public, and how, and with what information. It is of course my ultimate goal to reveal what we've learned to the world. So that everyone can live safely and co-exist with these amazing creatures.

P Gingko 4:15 pm

But it's not as simple as just holding a press conference and proclaiming things to the world. There are so many factors to consider.

Junebug 4:17 pm

Maybe you'r over-complicating it, though. like, I had this great idea yesterday about how we can do it.

P Gingko 4:17 pm

I mean this with no offense, but I very much doubt that you've settled on a solution more sophisticated then my years of consideration has generated.

Junebug 4:19 pm

wait til you hear it before dismissing it, man

Junebug 4:19 pm

you're gonna love it

Junebug 4:19 pm

you ready to hear it?

P Gingko 4:20 pm

June.

Junebug 4:20 pm

ok so . . . .

Junebug 4:20 pm

I take my team of glitch pokemon and I beat the Elite 4 and become Pokemon Champion of the entire region.

Junebug 4:24 pm

Professor?

Junebug 4:26 pm

Professor, u still there?

Junebug 4:27 pm

c'mon man its a brilliant idea

P Gingko 4:30 pm

Get back to the lab. We're not discussing this.

Junebug 4:30 pm

Aw, cmon. What better way to prove to the whole world the power and reality of glitch pokemon? Nobody can call it phony after that, and nobody can deny them. Plus with the prestige of Championship we'll be in a position to put forth our important research and ideas on handling glitch pokes safely.

Junebug 4:40 pm

Professor, are you there?

P Gingko 4:48 pm

Get back to the lab.

P Gingko 4:48 pm

We can discuss it there.

—

(E-mail from one week later)

Professor,

This is the update you wanted about my journey through Victory Road. I know you’re still feeling hestitant even after all our long discussions about the plan. I hope this report can reassure you that this is going to go off without a hitch.

My first hurdle on the journey began before I could even take a single step on Victory Road. Professor Oak’s grandson had once again managed to track me down. It’s like that kid has a sixth sense for honing in on me and being annoying, I swear. He demanded a battle, so I complied.

Things were a cakewalk, but then, uhh. He sent out his Alakazam and it was . . . a lot stronger then before. By like, a lot.

He wiped my entire team. It was almost in an instant.

But that didn’t matter, because I’m no pushover trainer! Maybe I used to be, but these days I’ve learned an awful lot. So I dug into my supplies of TMs and found the perfect one. I taught Giago Thunder Wave.

During our rematch, Gia survived a hit and paralyzed the Alakazam. I knew the Zam had paltry Defense, so I sent out Fractal, who has amazing physical Attack. The Zam crumpled before us!

Things were a little tight with the final foe, a level 53 Blastoise, but my team chipped him down enough that Wobbles could easily finish the job. Not bad for a team sitting at around level 35.

With that annoying kid cleared out of the way, we headed to the caves known as Victory Road.

The journey wasn’t exactly a quick one, I’ll be honest. It took a lot of tromping around, getting lost, pushing rubble out of the way, and battling trainers that had alarmingly high-levelled pokemon. I eventually decided it would probably be best if we did a little extra training. It would make the trip a bit smoother.

So we trained, and we trained hard. Our goal was for everyone to reach level 40. Not too ambitious, just around 5 levels or so. For some, it was pretty easy. Wobbles had no problems, and Gia was packing Surf. Sure, Gia’s Special isn’t great, but it was still enough to take out the local Rock/Ground types in the cave. Jasper took slightly longer to work with, but with Earthquake and Hydro Pump, he still didn’t have much trouble.

Dusty was a bit harder to train. As you know, her stats have never been incredible . . . besides her speed, that is. But she had Bubblebeam, Ice Beam and Hydro Pump, so it actually wasn’t too bad; just a little more time-consuming.

Then there was Fractal. I’ve noted before that Fractal’s defenses (both of them) are the worst of the team’s, and frankly abysmal. So training him was certainly a challenge. I opted to wander the grasses just outside of the cave, beating on Dittos and Fearows and healing a TON. It took a while, but eventually, even Fractal rose through the ranks.

After Fractal, there was just Charmed left to train. It wasn’t too bad, considering how balanced Charm’s stats are. The only extra thing I needed to do was duplicate some Elixirs for Charmed. She still doesn’t trust Pokecenter nurses, so she’ll only accept heals from me. I even bought Charmed a little treat and taught her Fire Blast.

Of course, if I’d wanted to, I could have duplicated a crapton of Rare Candies and just fed them to my pokemon. But I wasn’t going to do that. After all, you told me eating too much candy isn’t healthy for pokemon, and besides, I knew they could prove themselves in battle.

And that they did. We finally cleared Victory Road’s twisted, confusing tunnels and made it outside to face the large, dominating building that housed the Elite Four.

It was time.

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#pokemon #glitch pokemon #pokemon glitching #mycontent #glitch run #pokemon playthroughs

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master-of-cosmos · 5 years ago

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Imprint [Ninjago Fic]

apparently some people are calling this ‘whumptober,’ so you know what that means! entersroomhoppingonmyhighheels.gif

it’s quick oneshot-inspired-by-@rinas-ninjas‘ palette-challenge-art time ❤️ that stuff is right up my alley y’all don’t even know. anyway, this is also a bit of a thank you gift to @lloydskywalkers for always being so supportive of this fandom’s writer community and such an inspiration in her own work! i absolutely do not deserve all the love you’ve given TMS, so you completely deserve some post-s4 brotherly bonding hun 💚💚

content warning: there’s lots of blood and a very likely upsetting way it’s taken care of because of the way it’s described, so please don’t read if you’re under 13 or sensitive to these things!

~~~~~

Kai wasn’t exactly expecting things to go back to normal right away. The team could still laugh with each other and band together against an enemy like nothing changed, but it’d be naive to think that, once everything settled down, there wouldn’t be some hitches.

He just didn’t think Lloyd would be one of them.

It’s three in the morning, and he’s already awake. Rolling over onto his back, he stares up at the ceiling in the guest room he’s been staying in since they got back from Chen’s outright lousy island. He blinks a few times, wondering what pulled his brain out of his coma so early.

Soft - slow - footsteps pad down the hall outside. Right, it’s time for Lloyd’s patrol. His actual one today, apparently. He’s been randomly stealing everyone’s shifts after Anacondrai gang wannabes started cropping up, inspired by Chen in spite of what happened to him.

In spite of what Sensei Garmadon sacrificed to stop him. Weeks ago.

A whole month has gone by, and Lloyd still won’t talk to anyone about it, least of all Kai. And Kai, in particular, has barely been able to have a conversation with him about anything without the kid stuttering and finding something else to do that cuts off the interaction like an axe to his neck.

He knows perfectly well why.

Kicking off the blanket, he drags himself out of bed and slips on his sandals.

He’s got no one else to blame but himself that Lloyd’s scared of him now, so he let this go on for too long. He’s not sure what’s come over him about it, but at some point in the last few days, he decided he’s putting a stop to it, any act he can do at a time.

He has to show Lloyd that he can still rely on him. That he’s trustworthy and useful and not a screw up and worth more to the team than the shattered bathroom mirror says.

His hurry down the hall causes a yawning audience to trail him, Jay mumbling, “Where’s the fire?”

Lloyd’s about to step out when he makes it to the foyer. “Hey,” he calls.

Freezing, Lloyd tilts his head back a little, answering with a hesitant, “Yeah?”

Ignoring Cole and Jay behind him, Kai moves further into the room, mustering his nerve to say, “I can take your shift. If you want.”

“It’s fine. I got it,” he responds quickly as he turns to Kai. He wavers a little bit, and the dark circles under his wide eyes stand out in Zane’s reading light.

Catching Kai’s drift, Cole gently suggests, “Lloyd, maybe it’s better for you to stay in.”

“I…appreciate the concern, but this is something I need to do,” Lloyd asserts back, his jaw locked from annoyance.

It’s clear to Kai that Lloyd’s been using the patrols to ignore what happened to his dad. Maybe he’s trying to put off sleep, too. Both worried about that and absorbing Lloyd’s aggravation like a sponge, Kai huffs, “Look, dude, it’s obvious you’re tired. Just let me cover you for one night.”

“I said it’s fine. You don’t want to be here anyway,” Lloyd bites, hardly even looking at the others when he says it, and storms out of the dojo so fast that Kai can only stare as the door slams shut.

Oh.

Kai braces himself on the front counter, squeezing his eyes shut. That’s what’s wrong. They - he - left Lloyd all alone. Of course he feels like he has to do everything like that now.

Jay humphs a little and rubs his eye, heading back upstairs as he tiredly jokes, “Well, my shift’s always open.”

Following him, Cole pats Kai’s shoulder. “Let the kid grieve in his own way. He’ll come around.”

Easy for you to say, Kai thinks. He has it on good authority that throwing yourself into work to avoid your feelings doesn’t help in the long run.

“Are you all right?” Zane asks from his chair on the other side of the room, the giant book he’s been chipping away at for three nights abandoned in his lap.

Straightening, Kai tightly answers, “Yep.”

“I am certain you will think of a way to help him,” he states, returning to his book.

Well, he already has. He races back up to his room and throws on his gi. With his comm-link in his ear, he doesn’t waste time running back downstairs. Instead, he leaps out the window as he summons his elemental dragon and takes off after his little brother.

He’s going to prove to Lloyd that he won’t just leave him on his own again.

~~~~~

A few miles out from his dad’s dojo, Lloyd rides his dragon along his patrol route and fights tears, scrubbing at his face every few moments. Stupid Kai, he thinks, but then he shakes his head, mumbling, “Stupid me.”

Somewhere inside, he’s happier than anything to have the team back together. He knew how much he missed them, but it feels a million times better actually being able to watch them work hard in the training yard, hearing them laugh at the breakfast table, everyone saying “good morning” and then “goodnight,” just like it used to be.

But he got used to his dad.

Lloyd can’t keep himself from running through scenarios that might have saved him, and some of those possibilities include things he would never voice, like not taking the challenge at all. But because he wouldn’t do something like that, Dad got to suffer the consequences.

A scream splits him from his thoughts.

“Where?” he asks the night, searching the ground. In a secluded alley, he spots what looks like three men corning a woman.

He sends his dragon into a dive for them, landing it between her and the attackers. It roars before he banishes it and readies his stance. “If you guys know what’s good for you, you’ll leave right now,” he threatens, lighting his power in his hands.

“It’s the Green Ninja,” one of them shouts to his buddies.

“Get him!”

The three drawing knives, they descend on him.

He cuts out the energy and dodges the closest man’s knife, noting the Anacondrai tattoo on his wrist. Grabbing the extended arm, Lloyd hurls the body at the next one. While they untangle themselves, he punches the third in the gut, grabbing his head when he doubles over and slamming his face on a nearby electrical unit.

The second kicks his kneecap from where he still lies on the ground, but Lloyd jumps back enough before the attack can fully connect. With a small yell, he blasts the man’s chest.

Left alone now, the first tries his luck again, charging at Lloyd with his knife held above his head. A high kick knocks it from his hand, and one more solid kick to his solar plexus takes him out.

With a stumble that he locks down on, Lloyd moves over to the woman crouched in the corner. “Hey, you’re safe now,” he says soothingly, extending his hand.

She looks up from her knees and stares at it before she takes it, her own hand trembling.

“It’s alright,” he consoles as he helps her stand. “Do you live around here?”

Wordlessly, she nods, clutching her purse close to her body.

He steps back to give her some space. “Do you need to call someone? Or, uh, I can take you there.” He accepts her careful step forward as an answer and turns around to leave the alley. Mostly to himself, he mutters, “I need to let the police know about these guys. Should’ve brought a rope or some―”

Normally, he’d never let anyone get the drop on him, especially not someone he could take without even looking, but Kai’s right. He’s tired. Distracted. Stressed and not keeping his guard up when he should, but how could he? She’s just an innocent person who needed help.

She’s not holding a switchblade, and that’s not his blood. It couldn’t be.

“It’s your fault,” she spits, circling around him. “You let those Anacondrai warriors attack my home. My children.”

Gasping, Lloyd backs against the wall the woman was just cowering against, his hand pressed to the throbbing fire in his side. “I-I’m sorry. We did―”

“Save it for your maker!” She steps over one of the men and kicks him, barking, “Get up.” The three of them groan as they comply. She hands her knife to the one who stands up first and orders, “Now finish it.”

Lloyd sucks in deeper breaths as he pushes himself to straighten. He can ignore the pain and pretend he doesn’t feel it long enough. With his teeth bared, he calls up another two energy orbs, warning, “Stay. Away.”

The man just smirks and keeps inching closer, so Lloyd pitches a sphere at him, knocking him clear out of the alley. Scrambling back to his feet, he squeaks, “Forget this,” and runs off.

Lloyd manages to re-energize his empty hand before the others get any more ideas, bending his knees and glaring, daring them.

“Yeah, I’m out. I didn’t sign up to kill him,” the second man says. The third follows after him.

The woman glowers at their retreat but makes no effort to stop them. Snapping her purse shut, she looks back at Lloyd, bitterly stating, “You may have this city worshiping you, but you don’t fool me.” And with that, she leaves him alone.

His energy orbs sputter out, taking his grip on equilibrium with them. The ground falls away like a tunnel as he staggers back a step, but he shuts his eyes and shakes his head sharply. He’ll be fine. He can get home and have this taken care of, no problem. He just needs his dragon.

Trying to summon it nearly sends him to the concrete. So he’s too freaked out to do that.

He can walk then. Find someone with a phone or something. The knife was pretty thin, wasn’t it? It can’t be bad enough that he won’t be able to walk.

One foot in front of the other. Not difficult. One step, next step, and then the next―

He gasps so hard he sees stars and has to catch himself on the wall. Restraining a scream in his throat doesn’t do much to chase away the incessant throb, but it helps the frustration building faster around his racing heart.

Flipping over, his back hits the wall. It’s practically the only thing holding him up, and that makes ice run down his spine.

He’s not as knowledgeable on anatomy as he should be, but he has a vague understanding that where she stabbed him is close to a cluster of nerves. On reflection, he instinctively twisted his torso just in time; she was probably going for his kidney or the giant artery beside it. A common target for someone who wants to cause pain.

Great, now he needs to know how bad it is.

He reaches around to touch the excruciating point under his ribs, hissing when his hand fumbles over it. Holding them up to the light of a distant streetlamp, he finds his fingers glazed in red, a mini pool of it in his palm.

A tremor’s already wracking his whole arm, and there’s warmth seeping across his lower back, stolen from his limbs.

He’s been injured and bled before, but this. It’s too much for him to deal with by himself. The pain, the fear, the knowledge of why all gather together behind his eyes and spill out as he murmurs, “Oh god.”

But there’s hope. He’s still got a spark of it. With the others home again, he has one last option.

Tapping his comm, he forces his voice to steadily enough ask, “K-Kai?”

His heart drops to his stomach when his brain promptly supplies, What if they went back to sleep? Nobody’s listening. Even if he does hear you, the dojo’s miles away.

No one’s gonna be able to come for him. He’s in real trouble now, and it’s all because he was a jerk and didn’t let them be a team even though that’s the exact thing he wanted, and god, what’s Dad gonna think? Is he even in a real afterlife? Oh god, he’s never seeing him again. He’s gonna die out here, or some other day, and it won’t even matter―

“What’s up, Lloyd? You’re kind of staticky.”

He wants to laugh in relief, but the pain’s killing him enough, and as cloudy as it’s making his senses, he heard the worry in Kai’s voice despite the effort he used to hide it.

With his fleeting strength, he manages, “I-I need h-help.”

~~~~~

Ten minutes.

He was only ten minutes behind Lloyd.

Kai can’t hear anything outside his comm. He can barely see besides the blurry lines that are supposed to be streets he soars above. The only reason he knows Nya heard him when he told her to notify a hospital is because she commanded him to keep Lloyd talking.

“Yeah, and what’d he say to that?”

“Jeez. Gene was…s-so mad. Said..said he’d get me back f-for sure.”

“Tell me you got him first.”

“I-I tried, but I d-didn’t know where..to find…scor-scorpions.” He laughs at himself, but the sound chokes off with a gasp.

“Lloyd?”

“Are you close?”

“Yeah. Yeah, buddy, two minutes. Just sit tight.”

“A-awesome.”

“I know where we can get a couple.”

“What?”

“Scorpions. We can still get that jerk.”

“H-he’s nice…n-now…Remember? Don’t..be mean.”

“Right, yeah. We ruined a perfectly good bad boy, didn’t we? Too nice for your own good, Lloyd.”

Instead of answering, Kai just hears sniffling and measured groaning like Lloyd’s trying to control the pain.

He’s about to ask how he’s doing when Lloyd speaks up again. “Is…is that what’s…wrong with me?”

“Nothing’s wrong with you, man.”

“B-but if I was mean, then…then Dad might still―”

“Hey, hey, listen. None of that was your fault. Okay? Can you see me? I think I’m over the right street.”

It takes Lloyd a minute before he hums, “Mhm. F-fire…dragon.”

“Yeah, bud. I’m right here. You’re gonna be fine.” Kai doesn’t see him, though. It’s still pretty dark, and the alley’s crowded with junk.

A green orb floats up from beside a big power box.

Kai drops his dragon and banishes it just before they hit the ground, flipping off it to break the fall. He’s at Lloyd’s side in a near instant, looking him over where he sits against the square unit, one arm bent around his torso.

Bleary eyed, Lloyd smiles at him. “Y-you made it.”

“’Course I did.” He resists the urge to yank his hair out, sinking his tooth into his cheek instead. There’s blood all over the concrete, a smudged handprint on the brick wall. Lloyd moves his arm so Kai can see, and from what he can tell, the wound’s still bleeding. His gi has a jagged rip going down, like the attacker cut into him before she got the leverage needed to sink the knife in deep.

Immediately, he presses his hand to it, making Lloyd flinch. He tries so hard to be calm, but he can’t get the terror out of his voice when he demands, “God, Lloyd, why’d you leave it like this?”

“M’sorry,” Lloyd groans in a cracking voice, slumping forward.

Kai puts his other hand on his shoulder, noticing the abandoned hood and gi sash wadded in soaked piles. Swallowing his nausea, he alternates brushing Lloyd’s arm and hair, saying, “No, it’s alright, okay? It’s gonna be fine. Nya’s already got an ambulance on the way. They’ll be here any minute.”

Shaking his head, Lloyd gasps, “Too late. T-they’re gonna be―” Suddenly distressed, he huffs and whines, “Kai…”

Kai nudges him upright. “What? Tell me.”

Lloyd’s head lolls to the side and back against the metal box before he pushes himself to lean over on his elbow, grimacing. He tugs the end of his gi aside, exposing the injury. It’s the way he pinches his brows and further labors his breathing, his expression miserably expectant as his neck gives out on him, tears and beads of sweat bouncing off his face from the movement. It says enough.

“N-no,” Kai croaks. Stronger, he says, “Lloyd, no, I can’t do that to you,” standing as he recoils.

“I-I’m gonna…bleed―” He winces, raggedly continuing, “Bleed out..i-if you don’t.”

Kai yanks on his hair anyway, but he glances back at Lloyd.

His dark circles stand out worse, a sunken mask on his paling face, and his eyelids droop despite how he’s fighting to keep them open. With the arm he’s propped on trying to shake out from under him, he’s almost lying down, each shallow pant pushing him lower bit by bit.

And now that Kai can see it, he’s losing too much blood. It’s just leaving him in small yet constant pulses, four black rivulets dripping down his stomach and adding to the puddle on the ground.

He’s right. Why does he have to be right?

Kai takes Lloyd’s weight off his arm, wrapping his under it and along to his little brother’s back, and gathers the green cloth there in his fist to keep it out of the way. “Just― just hold onto me, alright? Don’t let go.”

Lloyd nods. His arms come up around Kai’s torso and across his shoulder blades, squeezing with all the strength he’s got.

His right hand free, Kai closes his eyes and ignites it.

Or, he tries to. It doesn’t respond instantly like it should, only giving off smoke. The consequence of his own reluctance.

Sensing the hangup, Lloyd mutters, “I can…handle it..pro-promise.”

Kai inhales, letting the air out slow. “You better.” He snaps his wrist again, the fire lighting up the alleyway. For a few extra seconds, he makes it burn hotter than he usually needs before he pulls the flames down to a dull orange smoulder in his palm. “Ready? On three.”

He’s not ready, and Lloyd tenses, burying his face in Kai’s shoulder.

“One. Two…T-three.”

For the second time, Kai presses his hand on the wound.

As promised, mostly, Lloyd toughs it out at first. He keeps the pain deep in his throat, but eventually the groan turns shrill, and then he’s screaming and struggling not to writhe.

Kai wants to scream with him, but he won’t. Maybe he can’t either. All he can do is hold onto Lloyd tighter as he tries to block out the sound under his hand.

He turns his focus to how the muscles in his back seize around Lloyd’s fists from the energy he’s started channeling on agonized reflex. He gets kneed in the ribs, too, and he’d lose his grip if the slick blood wasn’t burned away.

Burned. Burning. He’s burning his baby brother.

Why didn’t he think to heat up a knife or something instead? Why’s he using his hand for it? Why’d he let Lloyd convince him to do this at all? He should’ve just carried him to the hospital on his dragon, or better yet, he never should have let any of this happen.

“I’m sorry,” Kai yells, screwing his eyes shut. Just a few more seconds, just enough to make sure it’s cauterized fully. He can’t risk messing up because if Lloyd has to suffer for nothing, then he―

Kai’s gonna―

Lloyd loses his strength to keep screaming, and then Kai’s muscles relax only a fraction when the scrabbling limbs behind him fall slack.

Enough. It has to be enough.

Ripping his hand away, he crushes Lloyd in both arms, unable to stop rocking him or repeating apologies. Not just for this. He’s sorry for everything ― the betrayal, the staff, for leaving and allowing so much time to go by that it ended up leading to now.

Lloyd probably can’t understand any of it. He just hiccups while he cries, slowly quieting until he’s too limp in Kai’s hold.

The paramedics find them like that, but they’re all strangers, and one of them talks to Kai while another tries to pry Lloyd away from him. He’s gonna blast them in their throats if they don’t shut up and stop and get their hands away.

But then the Bounty’s sailing overhead, and Nya’s getting through to him as Lloyd’s taken to someone who can actually help a hell of a lot better.

He clenches his fists the entire flight over to the hospital, refusing to look at his own hands.

~~~~~

Kai gets an earful later about how ‘incorrectly’ he handled the situation, and Master Wu adds ‘proper field medicine’ to their training schedule, but ultimately, everyone hugs him and cries and are so thankful he’d at least ‘been there to do something,’ and he doesn’t remember a whole lot of it.

He knows the others have been worried for him now, too, though.

He hasn’t been able to eat anything cooked if he’s around while it’s being prepared. Zane picks up on that in record time and starts making oatmeal and cold-cut sandwiches for him instead.

Cole and Jay learn real quick that if they ask Kai for help with fire-related needs, then his powers won’t respond. Fighting is the only thing it’s felt like doing, and fight it does. They steer clear of him when he goes out to the training yard.

Nya keeps looking at him with a face that’s so sad, like she wants to help him but doesn’t know how, he can’t help it. He retreats to his room and hides under the blanket for hours until the world stops spinning and he can breathe without needing to think about it.

But Lloyd heals fast, so there’s that.

The cops want to track down the people who attacked him, but he refuses to help, muttering something like, “She’s a mom.”

That doesn’t stop Kai from trying to find the woman himself, but he has nothing to go on, and the cops have better resources. They catch her pretty soon after that.

He does have the power to scare other Anacondrai wannabes into never showing their faces again. He gets another earful for that, but it’s worth it to rest at least a little easier.

Things get better after Lloyd comes home, where Kai can see him and be reassured.

He seems better, too. He spends more time with everyone, participates in conversations, and doesn’t run away from Kai anymore.

The thing is, Kai thinks he should. Especially now.

The heat index today’s like a hundred and ten degrees. It doesn’t really bother Kai, but the others already went inside after training as much as they can stand. Lloyd’s not done sparring, though. Said he feels like he fell behind and wants to keep going for another half hour.

But it’s still really hot out for him, so he’s folding his shirt and setting it on one of the benches before he heads back over to Kai to resume their match.

And Kai isn’t sure what he thought would be there. He knew Lloyd had to have been scarred, but he didn’t know. It didn’t occur to him at all how it’d look.

Under Lloyd’s ribs, close to his lower back, it’s a reddened, indistinct patch of burned scarring surrounding a handprint.

It looks like a violation, like a betrayal of Lloyd’s trust and Kai’s job as the Green Ninja’s protector.

He practically collapses as he sits down on the packed dirt. He waves his hand dismissively and pants, “I’m done,” when Lloyd looks at him, confused.

His confusion shifts to narrowed worry as he glances towards the scar. Carefully, he says, “You saved my life.”

Kai pulls his legs in, one hand on his thigh while the other scrapes at his forehead. “I know…I know.” He ends up ripping at his hair, closing his eyes tight. “It’s just. Everything. All of it.”

After a second, Lloyd’s kneeling in front of him. He’s put his shirt back on and has that stupid, sad face that’s gonna send Kai packing. But he can’t leave because Lloyd catches onto his shoulder and says, “You can’t hurt me, Kai.”

“But I―” Kai’s already pounding heart speeds up, making him dizzy, because he did. He let them shackle Lloyd and steal his power and drop poison on him, and he’s alone. He’s bleeding. Kai’s burning him, so who’s to say he would have dropped the staff? “I’m―”

“Hey,” Lloyd interjects, shaking him once. “You. Can’t. Hurt me. Alright?” He harshly emphasizes the words, except they’re gentle, kind, more than Kai deserves, but if he can still have conviction like that, then Kai can try to accept it.

Eventually.

His head bows. He can’t get his heart to stop demanding to fly out of his chest. It hurts, it hurts, he’s sinking, and he wants to hide because this feeling won’t go away out in the open.

“Look at me,” Lloyd says, a beacon of calm. “Just breathe. In and out. Copy me, okay?”

He does. He feels completely stupid because whatever’s wrong with him is nothing compared to what he put his little brother through, but he looks up and matches Lloyd’s exaggerated breaths.

Minutes go by as the world melts away and rebuilds itself enough to steady him, Lloyd’s presence somehow a foundation for it.

Swiping at his eyes, Kai nods when he’s fine. He huffs out a short laugh, asking, “S-someone teach you that?”

Lloyd gives him a hand up and mumbles, “Yeah. Um, Dad did.”

“Oh.”

The floodgates open with that. Kai listens while Lloyd talks about Garmadon for the first time since his funeral, the conversation leading to shared stories and lessons the man taught them both and on to experiences the ninja had with him before Lloyd got to meet him.

He does mess up again, really soon actually, but at least this time Lloyd knows someone’s coming to save him.

~~~~~

overuse of adverbs and unbroken dialogue signals that this is a ‘doodle’ lol

and because it is, i didn’t feel up to writing much more – i just want to point out here that lloyd absolutely does internalize the fact that he traumatized kai, so jot that down

*pats their heads* these beans can fit so much angst in them!

#ninjago #so this might be the most messed up thing i've ever written and i surprised myself by actually feeling bad about it but uh #👏 jay’s 👏 fricking 👏 next #~myposts #~fics

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thirstygirlclub · 6 years ago

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Candy - Juice x Male Reader

This weeks Male Reader Monday! Sorry it’s late! I stayed up until 4am to write this so please be kind!

The club sat around the table waiting for Clay to call the meeting into session. The sound of his phone clattering into the box with the rest of them before he sat at the head of the table.

“Ok, that was Jury,” he said when he sat down, “we have a package to pick up and look after for him.”

“A package? Clay you know we don’t do drugs-” Jax started to say and shuffled in his seat.

“It’s not drugs. It’s a person. A stripper. We’re looking after her while Jury gets his club up and running in Vegas.”

All the guys started whooping and Chibs drummed on the table excitedly. The thought of looking after a stripper thrilled them. They talked among themselves about who was going to fuck her first, what would she be like and speculating over what she would look like.

“Where are we getting her from?” Jax asked once they had calmed down.

“Candy’s gonna meet us in a motel in Modesto,” Clay chuckled at the name, “and we’re gonna bring her back here until Jury’s ready. We set off in a couple of days, get yourselves ready boys.”

Your legs were splayed out in front of you as you sat on the sidewalk outside the motel. Your baggy jeans dragged across the dusty ground of the parking lot. The lollipop that you had bought rattled over your teeth while you absentmindedly stared off into the distance as the sound of motorcycles filled the air. That was your ride.

They turned into the parking lot and cast a skeptical glance over you as they parked up and looked around. Two men started talking among themselves quietly. One pulled out a phone from their pocket and dialed a number before putting it to his ear. Your phone immediately started ringing in your pocket and you smirked.

“Hello?” You asked, eyes not leaving the guy with the phone.

“Candy?” They said incredulously and you chuckled darkly.

“Turn around Babe, I’m all packed and ready for you.”

He spun around to look at you, holding the phone to your ear and smirking. All of their eyes went wide as you stood up and ended the call. You dragged your bag across the concrete towards the men, rolling the candy around in your mouth as you looked over them.

“(Y/N),” you introduced the man with the phone.

“Jax,” he said with a disbelieving laugh then proceeded to introduce you to all of his friends.

“Sorry we were just expecting... a girl, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah I get it,” you shrugged, “Jury didn’t explain about his club? All male strip club in Vegas. He’s gonna make mega-bucks, man. Women are horny too. You should think about it.”

Jax laughed again and shook his head. The tall man, Opie, grabbed your bag and threw it into the back of the van. You couldn’t help feeling unnerved by the van but climbed in anyway; they couldn’t do anything to hurt you when they were supposed to be watching you. Jury was completely paranoid that someone from another club would try and get to you. There was a couple of other clubs that owned businesses in Vegas and they would do anything to get to Jury’s club.

You had a feeling they would have expected a girl stripper. The look on all of their faces when they realised you were a dude was the funniest thing you had seen for a while. On the journey to Charming you played on your phone, texting your friends as their prospect drove. He was chatty enough, a little awkward maybe, but friendly.

“You think I could be a stripper?” Half-Sack asked, “Like, would I make money?”

“Beef up a bit,” You told him, not looking up from your phone, “then sure.”

He shuffled around in his seat, almost in excitement and nodded. He was funny.

You were shown into their clubhouse. None of the car/motorcycle stuff interested you particularly but you could appreciate good decor when you saw it.

“Here’s how it’s gonna go,” Clay told you, “you don’t go anywhere without one of us. You come to the clubhouse everyday. You ride in the van if you wanna go anywhere.”

“Seriously? I’m on lockdown?” You scoffed and crossed your arms as you leaned against the pool table.

“You’re Jury’s prize pony,” Chibs laughed.

“So I’m living... where? Here?”

“You’re gonna be Juice’s ward,” Clay continued and pointed over to the young, smiley man, “since he has a spare room for you.”

“I’ve lived with uglier people,” You winked at them, “I’m sure I can cope.”

Lockdown was not fun at all. Sometimes a guy just wants to go somewhere alone and not have to worry about annoying your babysitter and there was absolutely nothing of interest in TM for you. They had tried to get you helping around the garage to curb your boredom but if anything cars made it worse. You just ended up lounging around dramatically.

What you really waited for was when the work day ended and you could go back to Juice’s house because he had a million games and gaming systems that you would play together. You particularly liked the violent war games which was fine by Juice. He was actually shocked about how good you were at them; you often beat him.

“How has it only been two weeks?!” You lamented as you lay across the seats in the cash office, “When’s Jury going to get his shit together?”

Gemma laughed as she sorted through the files. When suddenly there was running footsteps and Juice burst through the open door.

“Shit,” he breathed, “I thought you’d gone. Clay would have killed me. Since when do you come in here?”

You turned your head to him and raised your eyebrows at him, “Since I found out how much more interesting it is in here with Gemma than it is out there with you.”

Juice rolled his eyes and stepped in, folding his arms over his chest and looking at you completely unimpressed.

“Clay nearly had my ass when he saw you missing.”

You snorted out a laugh and lay back down. In your opinion they had taken the whole baby sitting thing way out of proportion. Juice especially. If you weren’t in his line of sight at all times he would get worried but maybe that was something to do with Clay.

“Gemma’s babysitting me now. At ease soldier.”

Juice laughed and went to sit on your legs but you moved them just in time; lifting them so he could sit on the chairs and then put them across his lap. Gemma looked across you both with a sly smile but kept looking down at the files.

“You boys seem to be getting close,” she observed innocently.

“(Y/N)’s great at COD,” Juice said excitedly and drummed his hands on your shins, “We’ve beat almost everyone online! Never had someone as good before. Don’t tell Hap though; he’ll kill me.”

Gemma laughed but promised she wouldn’t. Clay started shouting for Juice to go back to work and he groaned. He moved your legs off of him and stood up but tugged at your shirt to tell you that you had to go as well. You bid goodbye to Gemma and followed Juice back out to the garage, squinting in the sun.

You and Juice grew closer as your time in Charming went on. It went beyond just gaming and you would go to the gym together so you could keep fit for when you eventually went to Nevada with the other charter. He was a good gym buddy and always encouraged you and pushed you to do more and you would do the same for him. It was a good partnership.

It was obvious that you would get close when you lived together for a while but every now and again you would catch Juice looking at you. It was when he thought you weren’t looking or couldn’t see him but you could always feel it. You didn’t think he was into guys; you had seen him with enough girls but you also knew that didn’t really mean anything. He might just not be open about his feelings.

Often, when he was drunk, Juice would become more emotional with you; the facade of tough biker guy would slip and he would open up to you. You would sit together on the couch and he would just talk. He tried to hide his tears the first few times but when you had wiped his eyes for him, hugged him and told him it was ok, he stopped hiding it. You knew he had been holding in everything for a long, long time and just needed to express how he felt.

“I’m sorry,” Juice slurred after one night of off loading, “I feel bad talking to you about this shit.”

“Nah,” you waved off his comment, “we’re friends, right? You’ve been through some messed up shit. It’s good to talk about it.”

Juice wiped his eyes and nodded. You rubbed his shoulder in a way that you hoped was comforting and smiled at him. Then Juice got a determined look on his face, like he had decided something, then suddenly leaned forwards. His hand went to your cheek clumsily as he pressed his lips to yours. You gasped lightly then pressed back; closing your eyes and kissing him back. But, almost as soon as you did he pulled back quickly then scrambled back away from you. You looked at him feeling both rejected and confused. He said nothing as he stood up and stumbled through the house to go to his room.

The next day, Juice acted like nothing happened. He talked like normal and whenever you tried to bring it up he changed the subject quickly so you just gave up, chalking it up to him being drunk and emotional.

The day finally came for you to leave. It had taken Jury a month to get his strip club up and running but now all he needed was his dancers. From what you had gathered you were the only guy from out of town. All you needed to do was wait for the Nevada charter to arrive to take you to your new home.

“Today’s the day, huh?” Juice asked over his morning coffee, “How do you feel?”

“Can’t wait!” You grinned, “I’m finally gonna be able to go out on my own!”

There was something behind his smile that you couldn’t place but you ignored it.

At the garage you met with Jury. He greeted you in a friendly way, shaking your hand and patting your shoulder firmly. He was the one that had offered you this big job and you couldn’t wait to get started.

“Ready to go?” Jury asked you after they had had a few drinks and greeted their friends.

“Yeah, just give me a second to say bye to everyone.”

You went around the club, hugging them and saying goodbye cheerily but when you got to Juice you felt slightly less than happy. You pulled him into a hug that maybe lasted longer than you had planned, rubbed his back and squeezed him slightly.

“You’re gonna be good, ok?” You told him quietly, “And I got your username and whatever so we can still play online together. Right?”

“Yeah,” Juice said hoarsely, “yeah, sure.”

“Thanks for looking after me, Juice.”

He nodded and stepped back from you then folded his arms. You said your final goodbyes then climbed into Nevada charter’s van; excited to be starting your new life in Las Vegas.

With you gone Juice’s house seemed empty. You worked at night in the strip club so your online gaming sessions were rare but when they did happen it was like nothing had changed. You talked over the microphone during the games but he felt like he couldn’t be the same as when he spoke to you in person.

It took him a long time to come to terms with his feelings but he couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you, then he couldn’t stop thinking of the way you had kissed him back. It wasn’t just the kiss though, it was everything about the way you had been with him and how you listened to his past, how you had wiped away his tears and hugged him.

That was when Juice realised that he loved you.

He didn’t care that it was the middle of the night or that he had work in a couple of days. He grabbed his keys and a hoodie before he slipped his kutte over his shoulders. Then, with only the map on his phone to lead the way, he started his journey to Vegas.

The trip was long and painful; sitting on a motorcycle for 10 hours wasn’t the most fun thing he had done but it was necessary. With only a couple of stops along the way he entered the city of Las Vegas at 10am. He only knew the name of the club and not where it was that you lived. He cursed himself for never getting your address. He decided to wait outside the club either until you or someone else showed up.

Eventually, at 12pm a woman parked up outside. She glanced over Juice’s kutte and immediately recognised who he was.

“You one of Jury’s boys?” She asked as she unlocked the door.

“Nah,” Juice shook his head, “Clay’s. I’m looking for one of your dancers. (Y/N). Candy?”

“Got himself into trouble has he? He lives in an apartment on Theresa Avenue. You want the address?”

Juice nodded.

You rolled out of bed when there was a rapid knock on your door. For a moment you thought it could have been police or drug dealers but there was no reason for either of them to be at your apartment. When you opened the door for a split second you saw Juice looking tired and emotional before he all but tackled you into a hug.

“Juice?!” You asked incredulously, not believing your eyes, “What are-”

Then he cupped your cheeks slightly too roughly then pressed his lips to yours. It was like last time except this time there wasn’t the faint taste of beer or tears. He didn’t even let you speak before he pushed you into the apartment and closed the door.

“What-”

“I love you,” Juice mumbled against your lips, “I love you. Please, (Y/N) just- please.”

You nodded, agreeing with whatever he was saying when he was pressing you up against the wall like he was. You grabbed the front of his kutte and dragged him through to your bedroom.

#sons of anarchy #male reader #male reader monday #juice ortiz #juice ortiz imagine #juice ortiz fanfiction #juice ortiz headcanon #juice ortiz x reader #sons of anarchy fanfiction #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy headcanon

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fanforthefics · 6 years ago

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Sid/Geno 4.

Awkwardly walked in on someone crying in the bathroom AU

Sid, Geno thinks, is taking a long time in the bathroom.

Geno is drunk enough that that seems not only incorrect, but also unacceptable. Sid should be with the team. More to the point, Sid should be with Geno, because they just won and Geno finally broke his goal drought and now he thinks he should be rewarded by having Sid, warm and laughing and tipsily affectionate, next to him, their knees pressed together in all the ways they don’t talk about.

Geno is also drunk enough that it seems like a good idea to go check on Sid. That might be a good idea even if he wasn’t drunk; he asks Phil about it and Phil grunts in a way that Geno is pretty sure means it’s a good idea. Of course, Tanger also snickers and says something in French to Brass when Geno gets up, so maybe it’s a bad idea; in general Geno doesn’t trust his teammates in the least when it comes to judging good or bad ideas, so he goes with his first instinct.

“Sid?” Geno calls, as he pushes the door to the bathroom open. “You ok–”

He stops. Blinks. Sid is in the bathroom. Sid is apparently finished, but he is perched against the sink counter, and he has a man draped over him, his arms clutching Sid’s shoulders and his face buried in Sid’s chest. He’s making a choked sort of noise that it takes Geno a second to realize is a sob.

Once he realizes that, Geno clocks what’s happening. It is not the first time it has happened, because Sid is too nice for his own good and too Canadian for his own good, the combination of which can be inconvenient if you want to get somewhere in a hurry. Sometimes Sid encounters fans, and sometimes they are overwhelmed, and Sid will not stop them from talking, and then they start crying, and Sid won’t stop them from doing that either.

Geno gets the impulse, he does. There’s something about Sid that projects the air of being a great shoulder to cry on. To be fair, it’s true–there’s something about his solidity, the heavy, reliable strength of him, that makes it feel like you can just unload everything onto him and he can carry it for you for a moment, that he can hold it and you up and you won’t be at any risk of falling. Geno’s cried on Sid’s shoulder a time or two. Or three or four, who’s counting.

Geno’s just skeptical about sharing it. Family, sure. Geno gets that. He’ll concede teammates as well; that’s what the captain’s shoulder is there for. Especially rookies, the kids. Sometimes he’s a little iffier with the older guys, but he’s not going to say anything. Maybe because they don’t hesitate to give him shit when he does, but whatever.

But random fans–Sid has better things to do with his time than let them cry on him. Things like pay attention to Geno.

So, “Everything okay?” he asks, loud and pointed.

The guy on Sid’s chest looks up, gives an embarrassed, choked sob, and collapses into Sid’s arms again. Sid pats his back, looking somehow both compassionate and extremely awkward. “It’s okay, it’ll be okay,” he tells the guy, in the same tone he talks to scared children. Then he looks up at Geno. “It’s good. Chris is just going through some stuff.”

“And he decide to tell you all about it?” Geno asks. Sid gives him a scolding look, and he subsides a little, but he’s right. Sid should be out with the team–with Geno. Not in a bathroom with some guy. “Fine. I help, we finish up, then we go.” Sometimes, with Sid and fans, the only way to get him moving is to be the bad guy. It’s okay. People usually put it up to the language barrier.

Sid rolls his eyes at Geno over the guys’ shoulder, like he knows what Geno’s doing–good, he should–but he sighs. “Chris’s friend just broke up with her boyfriend.”

“This bad?”

“She just–he’s not worthy,” the guy, Chris, sobs. He lifts his head up–he’s flushed either from crying or because he’s more than a little drunk. “He’s such a shitbag and she’s the most amazing person in the universe and it always happens like this.”

“So you want her date you now?” Geno doesn’t have a lot of sympathy for that view, even if Sid’s too nice to say it. Sometimes there’s someone you’re into for years and the timing never quite works or you both tacitly decide that it’s best not to do anything because of outside circumstances. Sometimes that person is a friend. Sometimes that person is your captain and your friend and your work husband and the best person in the universe, and you just have to live with that fact. You don’t get to throw a fit whenever they date someone else.

You do get to be snippy when they’re pinned in the bathroom instead of laughing at your jokes, though. That’s definitely fair game.

But Chris’s brow furrows. “What? No. I mean, if she wanted to–but she doesn’t, or she doesn’t think it’s a good idea, we work together…I just want her to be with someone who’s good for her, and doesn’t have her crying, and me with everything and having to deal with it at work and knowing she’s hurting and then my roommates’ drama is there too and it’s so much and now I’m crying in front of Sidney Crosby and–hic–Geno Malkin,” he ends on a wail, and his head falls back down into Sid.

Sid pets at his hair. Geno narrows his eyes at that. He doesn’t think this guy’s life sucks so badly it gets hair petting. That feels like it should be more reserved. Ideally to Geno, but he’s not selfish. Maybe some of Sid’s best friends can have it too. He knows Tanger went through shit, he probably deserves some hair petting. Geno’s not sure he’s willing to go farther than that.

“Don’t worry, crying helps,” Sid says, because he is a hypocrite and likes to pretend he’s got emotional depth when Geno knows perfectly well that he hasn’t cried since, like, 2012, because he doesn’t believe in crying when he could be doing. “And, you know. She’ll find someone, it’ll just take time. All you can do is wait and be there for them.” He looks up, and now he’s just looking at Geno, and all the air goes out of Geno’s lungs. He always wants Sid’s attention, but sometimes he forgets the full force of it, how it weighs and thrills in him. “And sometimes good things happen if you wait. Maybe things will change, and then–it’ll work out.”

“I’m not doing some nice guy tm shit,” Chris protests, but his crying’s faded a little bit. “I just want her to be happy.”

“We know. We get.” Geno doesn’t look away from Sid either. “So you go, be good friend. Find other friend to cry on. Maybe something happen, maybe it doesn’t. Time tells.”

“Time will tell,” Sid corrects softly. “For sure.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.” Chris straightens, takes an embarrassed step away from Sid, and wipes at his eyes. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I met Sidney Crosby and I started crying.”

Sid chuckles, rubs at the back of his neck. “It’s fine, it happens more often than you’d think.” He doesn’t talk about the years it took him to get used to it, but Geno knows. Geno keeps those parts of Sid he knows under strict lock and key, the parts of Sid that are Geno’s and not anyone else’s. “You good to go back out there?”

“Yeah.” Chris swallows. “I—-can I, like, buy you a beer or something in apology? Or get you a new shirt?“

“No.” Geno cuts in there. This guy has taken enough of Sid’s energy and attention already. “No, he not need another shirt, already have enough of same one.”

“That’s not true,” Sid protests. Geno ignores him, but slings an arm around his shoulders. Just in case.

“Okay.” Chris glances between them. “And, uh. I won’t–I mean, I really am sorry, but, can you–”

“Yeah, for sure,” Sid agrees, and takes out the sharpie that Geno will never stop making fun of him for carrying on him at all times. Chris digs in his pocket and produces a receipt; Sid signs it, then hands both to Geno with a pointed look. Geno scrawls his name over it too. He would have anyway; he’s not a monster.

“Okay, good now,” Geno announces, handing the receipt to Chris and the pen to Sid. “We go. Nice to meet, Chris, good luck with friend.”

“Um, yeah, thanks,” Chris mumbles, and Sid hesitates like he thinks Chris needs more taking care of before Geno tugs him away. At least he lets himself be moved, so he does get it.

“That was rude,” he tells Geno anyway, when they’re out of the bathroom. “He was still–”

“He done crying, not need you any more,” Geno cuts him off. “Not need you at all, you not anything to him.”

“But he needed help–”

“And you give. Now you come back to team,” Geno informs him. “They need you. Do all sorts of stupid things without you.”

“Oh, they need me,” Sid retorts, and he clearly means it about the stupid shit, but–

Geno glances sidelong at him, even as they push through the crowd. “You mean what you say?” he asks, quiet as he can. “That if Chris waits, good things happen?”

Sid looks at him, steady as a rock–Geno’s rock, his single greatest constant throughout the last decade. Definitely the most important person to him for that time, and Geno can’t see that changing any time soon. “Yeah,” Sid says slowly. Deliberately. “Time will tell, right?”

“I think time tell good things,” Geno tells him, and gets Sid’s laugh as they get back to the team tables.

Geno herds Sid in in front of him, then stretches out his arms over the back of the booth so his hand can sort of play with the hair at the nape of Sid’s neck–he has a lot of limbs, he needs to put them somewhere, thanks Tanger’s judgmental face. Sid glances at him when he feels it, but he just grins, quick and secret and just for them, and goes back to his argument with Horny about the Steelers. Geno grins back, and relaxes. Sid’s back, and next to him, and even if he isn’t actively paying attention to Geno now Geno knows he’s aware of him.

Time will tell, he agrees with himself. Time will tell good things.

#pens tumblr fic #my fic #i don't know this is kind of a mess #i just wanted Geno to be ridiculous and proprietary of Sid's attention #so it went from there I guess?#enjoy!#Anonymous #izzy answers

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jessi-novel-idea · 5 years ago

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The Family Business: Chapter Four - First Love

Description: Jax Teller’s sister makes an unexpected return, will she be able to settle back into the life or will it all be too much?

Warnings: language, drinking, the beginnings of smut

Word Count: 3,400

The sound of my ringtone woke me from a deep sleep. Dammit Jax, why the hell was he calling me so early it had to be 2 am there in Charming. I was sitting in my dorm room trying to listen to Jax but he was talking way too fast.

"Jax, slow down I can't understand you," I said over the phone

"Sorry Jen, but Op has been arrested."

"Arrested? What for? I’m coming home."

"No, you ain’t, mom will kill both of us if you show up at home. He was pulling a job and Kyle was supposed to be his getaway but he heard sirens coming and he panicked leaving Op there."

"How bad is it though? How long will Op go to jail? Where is he now?" I asked.

"5 to 10 years is what I heard but that could change, he is at the jail now" he responded

"I am going to kill Kyle the next time I see him, he better be voted out. You better see to that Jax, please make sure he is gone from the club.... Is Op where I can talk to him?"

"No, they have already locked him up, the hearing is later today, I will let you know how that goes."

"Ok, tell Op I love him and I am sorry I couldn't be there for him," I choked out as I began to cry.

Even though I wasn't a patched in member of SAMCRO I was often the getaway driver because I was the best driver in the club, well the best driver on four wheels. No one expected me to be involved until one-time Kyle and me were heading to deliver some guns to the Niners when Unser pulled us over.

See, Unser was a friend of the club, unless I was involved, then he was like a grandfather looking after his favorite granddaughter. He always told Clay not to involve me because I had a bright future and being around SAMCRO would ruin that.

When Unser saw Kyle in the car with me he arrested both of us and let me off with a warning and Kyle had to spend 90 days in county. Kyle never forgave me for that, he always thought it was revenge for him cheating on me and that I planned the whole thing, but I had already got revenge for that. I really despise Kyle I think he has slept with every crow eater associated with SAMCRO and then some. He is a scumbag and he will probably get a black eye that next time I see him.

KNOCK.... KNOCK...KNOCK three loud knocks at my door woke me from that weird ass dream. I hadn't thought about Kyle in a long time. I would rather not remember that douche bag.

"Jenna...please open the door" I heard from the other side of it as I wrapped my robe around me.

"Jesus, I am coming! Do you know it is 6 in the morning..." I said opening the door to reveal Juice holding a bouquet of flowers and a brown bag.

"Yes, I do I can tell time. Good morning, beautiful" Juice said with a grin handing me the flowers.

"Good morning, what are you doing here Juice?"

"I came to have breakfast with you and see how your first night in your apartment went." He said following me into the kitchen and putting the brown bag on the counter. "I brought bagels, I figured you didn't have anything to eat, this way you can have food before work."

"Juice that is so sweet, thank you," I said giving him a hug.

"Anything for you" he said handing me a bagel. "Oh and um Jen can I ask you something," he said blushing.

"Yeah"

"Can I make you dinner tonight? Like um.... as in a um.... date" he said rubbing the back of his neck, I don't think I have ever seen him this nervous.

"I don’t know Juice, I am not really ready to date at the moment, but dinner does sound nice. I will be home around 6:30"

"Ok, I will take what I can get, want to come to my place?" He said finishing his bagel.

"Sure, I will be there as soon as I can, but right now I need to shower and get ready for work, thanks for the bagels and flowers." I said at the sound of my alarm going off.

With a hug and a kiss on the cheek, Juice was gone and I headed to my bathroom to shower and get ready for the day.

When I got to work, Danny said I looked nice and wished me a good day. The people in my office gave me questionable looks as I walked to my desk in the back. I know it was them wondering how I knew a biker and why I was so friendly with him yesterday. Though it doesn’t take a genius to realize my last name of Teller is the same as the VP of the club.

One lady, Carol, I think, asked "why mess around with a boy like that, you are just asking for trouble, how do you know him anyway?"

"He is a friend of my brothers and an old friend of mine" I answered putting my stuff on my desk.

"Your brother? What is your last name again?"

"Teller, Jax is my brother, the VP. Clay Morrow is my step dad, the president and Gemma is my mom. Any more questions?"

"You are related to that gang, does Wes know?" she asked

"Yes, I do, now get back to work Carol." Wes said, walking up behind me. Then he walked away giving me a smile.

“And just to correct you Carol, they are a motorcycle club, not a gang. Just a bunch of guys obsessed with Harley’s”

The rest of the day passed fairly quickly, I have a little less than half the cases left to read over, hopefully I will be done by the end of the week so I can start doing some real work.

When I pulled out of the parking lot I took my hair down and ran my hair through it. A few minutes later I pulled into the apartment complex where Juice lives, when my phone rang.

"Dammit," it was Jax

"Hey bro, what's up" I asked getting out of my car.

"I need you to come to the clubhouse"

"What? No, I can't I have plans with Juice," I said walking up the stairs

"He is the reason I need you to get your ass to the clubhouse now." Now I am starting to panic

"What the hell do you mean, is he okay? I am on my way" I said running down the stairs, trying not to fall on my face and hanging up on Jax.

I am surprised I didn't get pulled over for speeding as I made my way to TM. There was an abnormal amount of people there when I got there and I thought that was odd. Something bad must have happened. My heart dropped thinking the worst had happened to Juice.

I got out of my car and slammed the door as I ran to the clubhouse where I was greeted my Chibs at the door.

"Hey lass, I need you to know we did everything we could to prevent this." He said giving me a hug.

"Prevent what, is he okay? Why are there so many people here?" I said pushing around him to the door when I pushed the door open the lights flipped on and everyone jumped out yelling surprise. That's when I saw Juice with the biggest smile in the world standing beside Jax and Opie.

I walked over and smacked Jax on the chest, "What the hell? I thought he was dead."

"What is all this for?" I said turning toward Juice as he wrapped me in his arms.

"It is your house warming party!"

"Oh wow, thanks everyone." I said raising my voice looking around.

As I made my way around the party thanking everyone I began thinking about how much I had missed while I was off in college. New faces of the club gathered around me as I took a swig from my beer, seeing Opie walk back into the clubhouse.

"Hey Jen, enjoying your party?" He asked giving me a hug

"Yeah it's great," I said rather flatly.

"You don't sound like you are enjoying it?"

"It's just I feel like I have missed so much that has been going on here the past couple of years, new members, old members, prospects and crow eaters. Things are just different than they were when I left."

"A lot has happened in 7 years Jen, but it is nothing that you won't get right back in the swing of soon. You are close to most members and that means a lot," he said sitting down on the barstool beside me ordering another round from Half-Sack.

"Thanks Op, I feel like nothing has changed when I am with you and I feel like I can tell you anything, even after all this time."

"You know you can...” he said with a smile

“Hey Jen...." Donna said walking up and congratulating me on getting my own place interrupting Op from continuing. She then excused them and I was left alone at the bar, until Gemma walked up behind me.

"Hey baby girl," she said putting her arm around me.

"Hey mom thanks for this." I said motioning around to the party.

"No problem, it was Juice's idea, that boy loves you, ya know"

"Yeah I know, I love him too, but certainly not in the way he loves me."

"If only he could see that…Oh I almost forgot, we are doing the fundraiser for the kids on Saturday and I was hoping you can come help out at our booth?"

"Sure, that would be great, I will invite some of my co-workers too. Maybe they can remove the sticks from their asses long enough to do something good." I said with a smirk.

"Great, sure you want them to see you around the club? That isn't usually good for lawyers around Charming."

"They have already met Op, that went well. And they know my last name, not much is secret in Charming" I said sarcastically.

"It is what it is sweetheart."

"I agree" I said giving her a hug.

As the party begin to die down I was sitting at the bar drinking beer number, I have no idea when I glanced at phone to see what time it was, 2:30 am. Oh lord I have to be up in 4 hours for work. I wasn't even paying attention to the time, I was just having a good time. I drank the last of my beer and said goodbye to Jax, Tig, Chibs, Opie and Gemma. I then found Juice to say goodbye...

"Bye Juice, thanks for the party," I slurred giving him a hug.

"You aren't driving tonight, Jen" he said taking her keys

"I have to home, I got to work tomorrow, today." I said losing my balance a little.

"Well, then I will get the prospect to drive you home." He said motioning for Half-sack to come over. It is a rule that anytime there is a large party for the club the prospects are not allowed to drink in case someone needs a ride or anything.

"Hey, Half-Sack can you please take Jen home?"

"Yeah no problem." He said with a smile and taking my keys from him and heading for the door.

I said my final goodbyes to Juice when he surprised me by grabbing my face and pulling me in for a passionate kiss; way more passionate than ever before and when I pulled away I was speechless, but not in the rom-com way.

On the ride to my apartment I must have passed out and I am pretty sure that Half-Sack had to carry me up the stairs and put me to bed. I shouldn’t have drunk so much, but what is done is done. I will get the side effects of this decision when I wake up.

When I woke up later in the morning to the sound of my alarm it felt like someone was taking a sledgehammer to my head. Wow, I drank way too much last night, what the hell was I thinking.

When I finally could get the energy to sit up I noticed someone sleeping on my couch. I reached for the gun in my side table, but then I vaguely remembered Half-Sack bring me home. Well, I remember getting in the car with him but that was the last thing. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him and he jumped up ready to kill, I tried to laugh but that hurt way too bad.

Half-Sack just laughed as he got up and told me he was going to run to the bakery to get me a bagel for breakfast while I got ready for the day.

An hour later I was on my way to work, certainly not looking forward to seeing my coworkers, but when I finally got to work and made my way inside Danny stopped me.

"Jenna, are you feeling okay, you look like death," he said doing his daily inspection of my bags.

"My family decided to throw me a house warming party last night, obviously not thinking about the fact I had to work this morning," I said taking my bags and smiling

"Well have a great day Jenna!"

"Thanks, you too"

I made my way to my desk without having to talk to anyone, thank God I don't know if I could have been nice this morning.

The rest of the day was spent reading through the files. I ended up only having one more box when I left Thursday, which meant I could definitely finish by tomorrow at noon. The one thing I loved about lawyers is Friday's were sacred around Charming, the courts would close at noon and that's when I got to leave.

Friday when I got home from work I noticed I had three missed messages from Opie.

Op:Hey Jen, can I come over tonight I need someone to talk to.

OP:Jen, I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable the other night but please respond.

Op: Jen?

Me: Of course, you can come over...is everything okay?

Op:I will explain when I get there, it has been a long day already and I could really use a friend.

Me: I am always here for you

Op: I will be there in 20

Me:Ok, be safe Op

15 minutes later there was a knock at my door...

"Come In!" I yelled from the kitchen knowing it was probably Op, hopefully it is Op.

"Hey Jen, you know you probably shouldn't just let people in.." Op said with a laugh

"Well I knew it was you and my hands were full with a box" I said picking up another one and sitting it on the kitchen counter to unpack. I had almost unpacked everything in the kitchen; this was my last box for this room.

"Need any help?"

"Yes actually, there is a couple of bookcases for my TV and other things and I haven't got around to putting them together, would you mind?"

"Not at all" he said taking off his cut, hanging it on the back of the bar stool and rolling up his sleeves, something was off but I couldn't put my finger on it. He said he needed to talk but it seems like he needs the distraction, so I left him to it.

An hour later I decided to take a break when I noticed that Opie was done with the bookcases. I walked to the fridge and grabbed two beers, handing one to Op and opened one for myself. He took the beer and sat down beside me on the couch.

"Well, at least we are making some progress," I said looking around the apartment

"Yep" he said and took another long sip of his beer

"Opie, what's wrong? You said you needed to talk and then when you got here you seemed off?"

"It's Donna, she is freaking out over me getting back in with the club, but we need the money and I can't stay away. Once in the club always in the club, you know that and Clay is riding my ass."

"Op, I can talk to Jax and get him to get Clay to lay off if you wan..."

"No, that is the last thing I need, Clay giving me a break," he said interrupting me and his face turned sour. Now I am really worried

"Ok, I am sorry I offered"

"Jenna, it isn't like that, Clay just wants to make sure I am all in since the Kyle thing, no distractions."

"Please, do not mention him in this house, I despise him and hate him deeply for what he did to you"

"Jen, what he did to YOU wasn't fair and what he did to me is inexcusable and that is why they excommunicated him. He is gone, he can't even see his kid tomorrow at the fundraiser because it is a ‘Sons’ event," he said taking a hold of my hand and giving it a light squeeze

I hated Kyle more than anyone could imagine and him leaving Opie was the icing on the cake. Me and Opie talked about Donna and the kids and EVERYTHING that went on that made him happy or mad. Two and a half hours later and a 12 pack in I was starting to get hungry so Opie ordered a pizza. We ate and talked some more and watched a little TV when Opie got a call.

"Donna, I am not coming home until you calm down, I can't take you bitchin' at me for every little thing I do." He was silent but I could hear yelling coming from the other side. "I am fine I just need some space, I will be home in a day or two. Give the kids a kiss for me"

" Sorry about that," he said ending the phone call

"It's ok, but you shouldn't be so hard on her, she is still trying to get used to you being back." I said sliding over to where my leg touched his and leaning in as he put his arm around me as I rested my head on his chest.

"I know, but it isn't just me being back, she has also noticed I have been a little....um.... distracted lately" he said moving his arm from around me

I stood up and went to the kitchen to put my plate away, "distracted?"

"Yeah distracted," I heard as I felt a hand on my shoulder turning me around.

"You are the biggest distraction, all the feelings I had before you left for school came rushing back when I saw you. Jen you are the girl I think about all the time, I can't get you out of my head and even now standing here in athletic shorts and a t-shirt, I have never been so attracted to you," he said in a low voice as he stepped closer to me pinning me to the wall.

"Opie...what about Donn...." I said being cut off by Opie kissing me with more force then he ever has and more passion then I ever have been kissed.

"Let. Me. Worry. About. Her." he said in between kisses trailing down my neck. "I need this"

Opie put his hands under my thighs and lifting me up to where I could wrap my legs around his waist as he walked to my bed and laid me down hovering over me. He kissed down my neck as his hands went up my shirt and grazed my breasts. The desperation radiating off him as he quickly rid me of my shorts and shirt. He stood up pulling his shirt over his head taking his beanie with is. I reached up pulled him back down not wanting to miss a second of his warmth. His fingers started to work their way down my stomach to the elastic of my panties. His actions started to become more rushed when I felt him press into my thigh.

My hands went to his belt and just as I got ready to push his pants down...KNOCK … KNOCK … KNOCK ... dammit...

#samcro #opie winston #jax teller #fanfic #sons of anarchy

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janiedean · 6 years ago

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Why do you think the SW fandom is so knee-deep in SJ Calvinism? Because I understand wanting representation or being upset because a movie didn’t fulfill your expectations, but the “if you don’t ship X you’re racist” “if you don’t stan Y you’re bigoted” and the harassment over a disappointing movie is surprising just because of how pervasive it is. I was trying to find some St*rmpilot blogs to follow and the amount of hate is Yikes, especially the hate for Rose and the stans of a Certain Ship

eeeeeeh I think it’s because ep. 7 came out at the height of the... well, reaping the seeds the social justice calvinism had sown since 2014 so to speak? I mean, SW is hardly the one fandom where it happened (*cough* voltron and SU *cough*) but as SW is way broader in audience than those other shows that certainly didn’t help, but like, if you think on it, since 2013-ish (but I think before as well, I mean, I’ve been here since 2011 and already when I got here I felt like something was going very wrong when it came to politics-in-fandom-attitude), basically people on tumblr have progressively, when it came to fandoms:

pushed the idea that you have to over-analyze everything you consume through political lens;

pushed the idea that what you like and how you like it also has to be pushed through political lens and what you like says things about who you are as a person or your political leanings;

pushed the idea that if you care for something *problematic* just because you like it you’re excusing it;

pushed the idea that if you were problematic once you can’t ever not be problematic, you can’t change your mind and you can’t learn also because ‘it’s not my job to educate you’ so people either learn themselves or idek what but again, calvinism.

now obviously those politics are tumblr-politics which are also US centric like woah and are also high-school petty like woah, and since more or less then people have:

continuously other-ed lgbt people from *straight*/heterosexual people pushing a narrative where straight = bad and therefore putting it before anything automatically makes it a valid insult which added to the above means that if you ship het you’re already problematic regardless of whether you’re straight or not (and if you are.. lol);

pushed the performative feminism of Doom TM that says men and women should be equal but is like, an excuse to shit on men and on women who like men (see the rampant biphobia around and the whole ‘straight girls are so stupid if they’re into men they should try women’ discourse);

pushed the US terminology when it comes to the POC discourse, in the sense that everything works on the US-centered context where white people = white anglosaxon protestant, poc = everything else without realizing that in the rest of the world white does not equal wasp, that poc = black people only in most of europe (and no one who’s actually black or not white who lives in africa or asia and so on would describe themselves as poc because why the hell would you when your skin color/ethinicity is the norm where you live?), which also goes with the whole white passing debate which where I live would not exist but in that context is a mess because again, oscar i*saac is schroedinger’s poc (as in, he’s poc automatically for american standards because he’s latin-american but like he has the same skin tone as my mother and my mother in italy is white same as 90% of us, which means endless confusion) and assumed that all of us have to accept that terminology/context regardless of whether it’s valid in our countries;

kept on progressively putting minorities against each other in an endless loop of WHO HAS IT WORST/oppression olympics;

kept on progressively split hairs on issues that aren’t exactly, like, that important if there’s more urgent stuff to deal with because 90% of the activism here is performative;

made the 180° turn for which headcanons and shit are seen as, like, doing representation instead of, you know, supporting what rep is there never mind when people decide *one* ship is the right one and if another is canonized and it’s rep it gets thoroughly ignored;

pushed on a mindset for which if something isn’t perfect at the get-go then it’s canceled.

and so on.

like, all of that shit has been continuously not criticized because criticizing it especially if you don’t belong to a minority means that you’re out of line/discussing things that don’t concern you, but if you’re a minority and you criticize it then it’s suddenly YOU BETRAYED OUR CAUSE *INSERT SLUR HERE ABOUT PANDERING TO THE MAJORITY*, and the result exploded in toxic af fandoms, but like... if you look at the issues of the SW sequel trilogy fandom it’s all of that in a nutshell because:

k/ylo ren is automatically the worst because he’s white (horrible), a man (even worse), not canonically attractive (I didn’t touch on that topic bc I’m honestly not up for it mentally but lmao that counts too) and presumably heterosexual (or well, no one said he’s not but you know, since he’s a white dude on the bad side [supposedly] then we don’t give him the benefit of the doubt that he might be bi), so if you like ky/lo ren or relate to him you’re automatically problematic;

shipping re/ylo because automatically problematic because it’s a *straight* (evil) ship made of two white people (when there’s options to ship them both with people that aren’t white, so IT’S RACIST), they have an age gap (BAD BECAUSE POWER IMBALANCE) and it’s enemies to lovers, so it’s a context where people who don’t conceive redemption or that people can become better are basically crying problematic all the time, and the fact that people decided it’s *abusive* when it has like nothing that can equate it to a really abusive relationship says all;

ky/lux being the most popular slash ship immediately means that it’s the fault of the horrible straight (white) women fetishizing the (white) men on the dark side (when it’s most likely because for a while ky/lux was literally the only side of that fandom where people were chill/there wasn’t wank every other moment);

st/ormpilot has been declared The Right Ship because it’s two non-white men and it’s not straight which automatically turns into what I said before about hating other ships that would be rep anyway and feeds into the lowkey oppression olympics racism, because like if finn/rose becomes canon it’s still a mixed/biracial ship because he’s black and she’s asian....... except that it’s not the right ship for people who decided that finn has to be either with rey or poe (and guess what rey is white and poe is... schroedinger’s poc because oscar isaac in europe wouldn’t pass for *poc*), which to me has stank of lowkey racism since tlj came out because sorry but if ‘finn deserves better than rose’ or ‘finn should be with rey because if he doesn’t get rey then it’s unfair’ and the various other bullshit I read on the topic basically says that the white woman is *worthier* than the asian woman or that rose is a downgrade from rey which is fucking bullshit, rose isn’t even a bad character all the contrary. and that’s for the het side of it, but like then it’s not as good as stormpilot because it’s a straight ship (NOOOO THEY MADE FINN STRAIGHT/THEY’RE NOT MAKING THEM GAY THIS IS SUCH BULLSHIT = stuff I legit saw on the tag) and ngl I’m 100% sure that the fact that daisy is Standard Attractive and kelly marie t/ran is lovely but doesn't conform to the usual beauty standard western-viewers apply on asian women did play a role in there, but: what did I say before? the slash ship is automatically better than the het ship never mind that they’re both biracial and rose is actually a rep (asian girls who don’t adhere to stereotypical body shapes - and like, the rep for all body types and shapes should be valid for all women, not just white) that isn’t exactly popular especially in mainstream cinema, so people should be happy.... but since rose is Not A Dude and Not Rey and Not The Right Kind Of Representation For That Crowd, automatically rose is a shit character and deserves to be viciously hated on. and this is a thing done by people who most likely then turn on the other side and talk shit about horrible straight women who hate the only female character for getting in the way of their slash ship without realizing that their rose hate is exactly that. and of course since sto/rmpilot is the two good guys, if you ship that then you also have to hate re/ylo because how can you, a person who ships The Good Ship On The Light Side, support such a problematic enemies to lovers thing? yeah, right, hahaha.

this also tbqh also pairs up with how on tumblr people only recognize mental health issues/abuse victims when the narrative suits them - like, being a bad victim automatically means you lose sympathy and mental health issues are only valid if you aren’t ***privileged*** otherwise why would you have them, which shows transparently in how a lot of people absolutely deny that ky/lo ren is a) an abuse victim, b) obviously mentally ill however it is that he deals with it, but no, he has to be The Most Horrible In Existence Because Otherwise We Should Have Empathy For A Bad Guy Who Also Might Get Redeemed And Redemption Is Not Happening Ever Because Bad People Don’t Deserve it.

like, all of the issues sw sequel trilogy has when it comes to the fandom are direct consequences of the nonsensical social justice calvinism climate on tumblr dot com that no one took care to put a stop to since 2013 and of its ridiculous oppression olympics and pitting people against each other and that was my take. cheers.

(ps: I also ship sto/rmpilot like woah and it’s my otp but there’s a reason why I unfollowed most SP blogs I followed and why I don’t go into the tag anymore - I’m not here for the anti-rose racism dressed up as performative wokeness, I’m not here to get lectured about as a white person I fetishize poc gay men if I ship it - yes I read that too - and I’m not here to read a bunch of meta about how re/ylo is a bad ship and blah blah blah, so yeah. I feel you.) (pps: ky/lo ren isn’t even my favorite character and I care relatively but gdi the way the fandom approaches him is honestly mindboggling in that sense, and I don’t mean people who actually dislike him because fair reasons, I mean people who can’t recognize his abuse victim status and the precarious status of his mental health. like, not all abuse victims and mentally ill people are the right victim or come from the right background and you can be cool motive still murder and still recognize that he’s like that because he has issues, not because he was drawn that way. /bye)

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #i said my piece bye #reylo for ts #kylo ren for ts #sw wank for ts #i don't mean ppl shouldn't be uncomfortable with re/ylo or ky/lo btw #but like........... this level of vitriol is ridiculous #and the rose hate is dumb af #bye *shrug*#social justice calvinism #the first person whining about straight people feeling left out as last time this happened #is getting automatically blocked bye #Anonymous #ask post

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Once The Predator Now The Prey

(Gif Credit @theflyingsquabbit)

Requested By @zombie-zayde Hope you like it and I did it justice. I'm sorry it took so long again.

TRIGGER WARNING- TORTURE, CHILD ABUSE and MENTION OF RAPE, DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERED!

Happy Reading Dollies.

Hope you all enjoy.

The day had started out great, you dropped your new puppy off at the groomers and came home to finish cleaning up from last nights party. Your phone kept ringing off the hook. The caller wouldn't take no for an answer. He was a unwanted guest in your life. Pressing the cancel button once more, you let out a huff. It started to ring again. Picking up your phone, swiped to answer. "Listen asshole, stop calling, no one wants to talk to you.. ever". You ended before they could talk and slammed your phone on the table. Going back to your cleaning, you heard a car pull up. It wasn't any of the boys or Happy's vehicles. Grabbing your .38 and pointing it and slowly walking towards the door. Looking through the peep hole. You froze, fear taking over you. Your arms started to tremble, your knees started to buckle under you as you hit the floor. How did he find you? Knock Knock. The noise made you yelp, scooting away from the door. You held the gun still pointing it at the door. He was still knocking. Why doesn't he go away? You wished Happy was here. "Y/N, I know you're in there, your cars here". He changed from knocking to kicking the door. Searching around you remembered your phone was on the table. Not making to much noise, you crawled, reaching your phone and calling Happy. "Hey Babe". His voice giving you comfort. "Hap, please come home now". You quietly cried out into the phone. "Y/N what's wrong"? You could hear Happy yell for the others, him breathing hard as he ran to his bike. "Please get home". Hanging up, you crawled into a ball on the floor sobbing. Happy and the guys couldn't get here fast enough. The roar of bikes, startled you. The knocking had stopped, walking on your hands and knees, you reached the door. Opening it, you saw Happy running to you, scooping you up and carrying you to the couch. Chibs, Tig and Opie searched around your house, making sure he was gone. For now he was. "Y/N, what happen"? "How did he find me, I was so careful"? Your cries muffled your speech. "I don't understand". "Here, drink this". Jax handed you a glass of water, you sipped slowly. "Now relax and tell us what is going on". "My dad, he found me". "I had the chance to kill him and I froze, how am I supposed to protect our kids when I freeze up"? "We don't have any kids". "Not now, but someday". "Y/N why would you want to shoot your dad". Ratboy asked, he was new and didn't know the whole story about you. Sitting up, you placed the glass on the table, pushing your hair behind your ears. "Do you remember when my dad took me for those four years when I was twelve and you tried to find me"? You asked Jax. "Yeah, mom threatened everyone until we found you". "He made her go crazy". "Why"? "I didn't exactly tell you everything that happened, when you found me he disappeared". "Um, I don't know how to say this". You rubbed your hands together, letting out a big sigh, tears following. "He.. um.. did stuff to me". "What"? Happy's balled up his fist, his knuckles turning white. "He tortured and abused me, as well did others". You felt vomit hit the back of your throat, you ran to the kitchen sink. Happy followed you, holding your hair back. Rinsing your mouth out, you turned around. Happy pulled you into a hug, kissing your head. "He will pay for what he did to my old lady, I promise". "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I put it behind me after I got with you". "I didn't want you to think different of me". You whimpered, wiping away tears. "If that was the case you wouldn't be with me". "I love you and your past". "I'm sorry Jax". Jax came over hugging you tightly. "You should have told us, we wouldn't have left so quickly, he would have been dead". "I know, please don't tell mom". "Baby Girl". Gemma's voice echoed. Your eyes widen. "I had to, she wants his head on a stake". "Mom, please don't be angry". "I'm angry at that bastard for hurting my daughter, I shouldn't have agreed with that bullshit of just a sleepover than it took us four years to find you". "I should've known, he was up to something". "I just want to know why he's here"? "Yesterday was your birthday". "But after seven years, why would he want anything to do with me"? "He knows you are still looking for him". "Sweetheart I know you don't want to hear this but you are his only daughter and he will always be in your life, memories are the worst and knowing you have his DNA but you will never be like him''. She hugged you even tighter. "He may be her dad but he will never see her again, after what he did he shouldn't be called a father". Happy spoke, his voice cracking. "Hap". Walking over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. "I'll get Juice and the prospects to run through ever hotel and empty house in Charming, he's not leaving with out a fight". Jax said getting on the phone with Juice, who stayed at the clubhouse. "He's not leaving alive, there will be a cold day in hell when I let him go free". Happy demanded that he dies by his hands. "You got it brother". Chibs placed his hand on Happys shoulder squeezing it. "Juice is searching but as of right now nothings coming up, did he use different names when he took you"? "Not that I know of, he would come get me after he was gone for awhile, so he might of". "Okay, Ope, Bobby, take Y/N to the clubhouse I want a guard at her door and the gate, if he tries anything, he wont make it out of the clubhouse alive". "I'll help you pack". Happy took your hand. "Wait, I have to pick up Shiv from the groomers". You just remembered. "You named your dog Shiv"? Ratboy asked. "Yea, he's little but will take your face right off, so watch it". You pointed at Ratboy, who scratch his head. The guys laughed. "I'll pick up Shiv and bring him to you". Tig offered. "Okay but if ANYTHING happens to my baby, I'll have your balls". Tig covered his crotch with his hands. "Got it".

The drive over to TM was a little crazy, you had Opie behind you and Bobby in front riding their motorcycles, you rode with Ratboy he was talking your head off about naming your puppy Shiv, you got so tired of hearing it you told him you would really shiv him in the shower if he didn't shut up about it. He zipped right up. Teller Morrow was a home away from home, you felt safe there. Thats where you met Happy after he transferred to Charming from Tacoma. You were always calm during lockdowns because they didn't involve you but today you were the complete opposite. Walking in you saw Piney and a few others you didn't know, they all had guns and looked like they were prepared for a war. "Hey Y/N, you need anything"? Piney asked. "Who are they"? You nodded. "They are from Washington, we needed some extra muscle and they were the only ones not busy". "Oh". "Thanks but I'm good, I'm going to go lay in Happys dorm if anyone needs me". You hugged him and walked on. "Okay, Rat go guard Happy's door and don't talk her ear off". Piney winked at you with a chuckle. Laying down you knew things would get worse, it was all your fault for not killing him when you had the chance. Happy would be glad to kill him but you didn't want your fathers blood on his hands.

Happy paced the garage floor as Juice told them what he had found. He couldn't wait to get his hands around the throat of his next smiley face. "Hap, you listening"? Jax asked him. "Yeah". "Okay, he was last seen at the strip joint, I have some friends that I told to watch out for him and they said he came in last night, has been for the past two nights". "So he's been here for awhile, probably watching and following Y/N". Happy's voice laced with anger. "Yeah, seems that way". "Do you think he will come tonight"? "They said they'll call if he shows, we just have to wait and see". "No". Happy shouted. "Hap, if we move to quickly and spook him, he will run". "What if he's already gone, he just wanted to scare her and then leave, coming back to do it again then slipping out of our fingers again and again"? "Huh"? "Hap". "I want him dead, she's your sister don't you want her to sleep good at night and feel safe"? "Yes but if we start asking around about him, he will run, we don't know if he has contacts here or not". "We wait". Jax ordered. "Okay Prez but if he escapes, you will be the one that breaks her heart and tell her he got away because we waited". Happy sneered, walking off, hopping on his bike and riding off. Chibs tried to go after him but was stopped by Jax. "Leave him, he's just upset". Happy's bike roared through Charming. He was angry and riding made him calm down. Just wanting for you to be alright and happy again. He stopped his bike at the corner store, going in and grabbing a drink. Walking out Happy bumped into a man, coming into the store. "Sorry, didn't see you there". The man spoke with a laugh. "How can you miss me, bitch"? "If you would watch where you're going, you would see who I am". "Now get the fuck out of my way". The man stepped a side with his hands raised, letting Happy pass. Happy stood there drinking his drink in peace until he heard your name being spoke from the mans mouth. He was talking to the cashier asking where you would be if you weren't home. "She'd probably be at Teller-Marrow thats her brothers and step-father place of business". 'Where is that at"? "Can I ask what this is about, cause if you knew who her family and boyfriend was you wouldn't want to mess with her". "Just tell me where old man". He demanded, not caring who was listening and currently on the phone talking to Jax Teller. "It's down the road, take a left at the stop light and you'll see a gate with a sign that says Teller-Marrow". "Thank you, was that so fucking hard". He slammed his fist down on the counter and stormed off. Happy quickly got on his bike and started it up, lagging along behind the guy at the store heading to TM and possibly to you. The guys watch the car pull in, Happy behind him. He got out walking towards the clubhouse. "Is that him"? Tig asked. "Nope". They watched him go into the clubhouse and darted to the front door as he disappeared inside. Having him surrounded with guns drawn pointing at the mystery man looking for Y/N. "Can we help you"? "I have a message for Y/N Teller". "You can tell us and we'll pass it on". He shakenly gave them a envelope, Jax snatched it quickly. "Before I open this, who is the sender"? "Some man paid me to find her, that's all I know". "Where did you meet this man"? "At the stripe joint, he gave me a grand to just deliver that". Jax nodded to Ratboy and Phil to take him out side. Jax was afraid to open it but he took at deep breath, looking at Happy. The paper read "To my Darling daughter, I know you were home, why didn't you let daddy in? Your mother has you brain washed and took you away from me. I will see you again. No one will stop me. No one will protect you from me. You belong with me. Talk with you soon. 😉 Love Dearest Daddy. Jax read aloud. All their stomachs turned, Happy felt his anger rise, his fist balling up in a fist, he wanted to find him and put his fist in his face but he found the closest thing to hit. The wall. "Shit Hap". Tig rushed over. "This is bullshit". Jax slung the papers, screaming. "FUCK"!!! You heard screaming and ran out of the dorm. "What happened"? Tig quickly hid Happys hand from your sight. "Everything’s good Doll, just a little business, go back to your room". "Jax"? "We're good, just go sleep, sorry to disturb you". You looked around at everyone in the room, their faces angry, worried and confused. What happened to make them this way? That's when you saw the papers on the floor, you started to read them. "Oh my god". You covered your mouth with your hand. "He knows I'm here, you can't protect me". You shook your head, fear taking over. "Y/N, we are not letting anything happen to you". "I promise". Jax came over, hugging you tightly. "Why is he doing this"? "It's just a sick fucked up joke he's playing with your head". "Jax, I'm so scared". "Don't be, Hap and I are here". The room was silent except your sobs as the land line of the bar rang. Making everyone panic a little. Know one uses that unless theres trouble. Bobby walked over and answered it. "Hello"? Bobby took the phone away and cover it with his hand. "Jax, Hap, they want to talk to you". They looked at each other, Jax walked over, Happy behind him. They both listened to the caller. "Jax here". "Is the other one there too"? "Yeah". Happy said. "Well, well, well". "Its been a long time Jackson". Jax recognize the voice, his eyes widen. "Where are you"? "Not so fast, I want to see her". "That's not happening". "Then I guess, you'll have to see whats in store next for Y/N". "Why are you doing this to her"? "She is my daughter and I have a right to see her". "You're gonna die". "Is that a threat Mr. Lowman"? "No that is a promise". "You shouldn't keep promises you can't keep". "What do you want"? "I want to speak to her right now". Your father demanded. Jax covered the phone. "He wants to speak with you". He looked at you. Happy went over to Juice as he was on the computer tracing the call, Juice had hooked up a tracing device on the phone when Abel was kidnapped. Juice spoke with Happy as you got on the phone. "Hello". Your voice shook, you were trembling with fear. "Hello sweetie, did you have a good birthday"? "Yeah". "You have a nice house". "Thanks". "Why didn't you let me in"? His voice getting angry. "I was scared". "Of who, me"? "Yes". "Why on earth would you be scared of little oh me"? "You know what you did you bastard, I fucking hate you". You screamed in the phone, he laughed. "Now thats not a nice way to talk to your father". "Fuck you". "Sweetie, put Jax back on the phone". You handed the phone back to Jax. "She sure told you". Jax laughed cocky. "If she does that again, she'll be sorry". "Oh grow up, she doesnt want you any where near her can't you get that through your thick skull"? "I will see her". "Well then you will see Happy and he will be putting a axe threw that head of yours, since you cant learn". "Sure I will, so I want to see her, I will call back with direction". "Oh and don't do anything stupid Jackson". The call ended. Jax stood there in shock. What is happening?

"Well"? Bobby asked. "He's calling back with directions for Y/N to meet him". "What, no"? You cried out. "Juice you got anything"? "No, it seemed he jammed the signal or he's bouncing off of phone towers all around Charming cause one minute he's here and then he's in another part of Charming, I even had him in Lodi". Juices typed on his computer. "How about we call some people we know in Lodi and ask around if they seen some new face hanging around"? Bobby suggested. "That's a good idea, call them". Jax nodded to Bobby, who pulled out his phone. "We need to come up with a plan to protect Y/N". "She's not meeting him, so there's no worry, we're going to catch him before that happens". Bobby came back, putting his cell phone away with a smile. "I have news". Jax smiled. "He there"? "There has been a new face around, he arrived about three days ago, staying at the pay by the hour hotel". "They have a name"? "They're working on it, but I'm sure its him". "Thanks brother". "You hear that we have him"? Jax came over rubbing your back, trying to calm you down. "He will get away, he always does". Your head hung low, tears falling. All you wanted to do was run and never look back but knowing that if you do your father may hurt Happy or Jax. Your stomach was in a knot, you couldn't shake the feeling you were going to die. "No, we're getting him this time, I promise". Bobby's phone rang again, making everyone on their toes. "Yeah, what do you got"? "Thanks man, I owe you". "We got the son of a bitch, he's in Lodi". They all celebrated, he was caught like a rat in a cage. The boys gathered all the guys and guns. Jax posted guys out front and called up more chapters to help out, he was not getting away and Jax was making sure of that. No one messes with the princess of SAMCRO or Happy's old lady and gets away with it. "Hap, please be careful". You hugged him long and hard. "I'll be back before you wake up". "I wont be able to sleep, worrying about you and the guys". "Hey, don't worry, we are professionals we got this". He kissed you lips. "I love you". "I love you more, dont worry, get some sleep cuddle up to Shiv, he'll protect you while I'm gone". You slightly smiled at him, he walked off and joined the others. They all were kissing their loved ones and you thought maybe this was the last time they would see them and if it was it would be all because of you. Tears fell, you couldn't bare to see them off so you ran off to Happys dorm, crying in to his scented pillow, it slowly made you fall asleep with Shiv curled in the crease of your spine. The roars of bike filled Lodi, making all the people on the streets look their way. They were on a hunt to find their prey and he better start praying for his life. They pulled off to a building that they would hide their bikes and stay if necessary. It was about a quarter of a mile from the hotel. Jax sent Juice, Opie and Tig to scale the place out and see if he was there. He sent Bobby, Chibs and a few Washington guys to the strip joint to see if he was there. "Hap, you getting ready"? Jax asked as he watched Happy sharpen his collection of knifes to use on your father. "Just need to be a little sharper but when I get a hold of him they will be dull once again". He laughed. "You crazy dude". They both broke out in laughter. Jax's phone rang it was Opie. "Yeah"? "He's here but he's not alone". "Guys"? "No, more like you pay by the hour". Opie chuckled. "Alright, watch him and make sure no one else shows up". "You got it". "Hap, it's time, he's at the hotel". "I'm going to call Bobby and tell them to meet us at the hotel". "Tell him to pick up so extra gas, we're going to need it". "A fire extinguisher too". "I don't want to ask". "Then dont". Jax, Happy and Bobby all met at the hotel. They found Opie, Juice and Tig watching your dad threw a bush facing the hotel room window. He was chatting up the girl. "So whats the plan"? "We bust in take him and pay her off". "Sounds good to me". "Alright everyone ready"? They all cocked their guns, storming to the door. Happy did the honor in kicking the door down. Guns blazing, the girl screaming and throwing herself around the room, Tig trying to control her. Your father sitting in a chair like nothing was going on. "I told you". Happy jerked him up. "So you did but did you think I didn't know you were coming"? "I already sent my gift to Y/N". He let out a scary laugh. Happy taped his mouth, hands and feet together throwing him in the van, slamming the door. "Bobby, you take Juice and the Washington guys back to TM and find the gift, dont let her see it until I get there". "Make sure its not a bomb". "You think its a bomb"? "With him anything is possible". All gearing up Jax and his crew rode one way, Bobby and his crew rode back to Charming. Tig and Happy drug your father into the building, Happy had his station all set up. Jax ripped the tape off of his mouth. "We're going to enjoy this". He sneered at him. "Jackson, how is your mother, Gemma the queen of the bikers thugs"? "You leave my mother out of this". "She has everything to do with this, she made me this way". "Taking my daughter away from me, she should be here in this chair". "You need to shut the hell up". Jax punched him. Happy came over with his tools. "You deserve everything I'm going to do to you". He pulled out a scalpel. "So you must be the boyfriend"? "You better treat my daughter right". "I treat her like a queen and I will always protect her, from monsters like you". Happy grabbed your fathers arm, taking the scalpel cutting into his arm from the elbow to his wrist. His screams filled the room, making it echo. Happy sliced the skin back, pulling it open. Blood dripping to the floor, it traveled to the drain in the center of the room. "Tig, gas now". Happy demanded. Tig shook his head but handed him the gas can. Happy poured a little in the open wound. Jax lit a cigarette, giving it to Happy as he flicked off the lit part in your fathers arm. Making it go up in flames. His screams were worse and the smell of burning flesh filled the air. Everyone covered their noses. Happy took the extinguisher and hosed his arm off, making him whimper. "That's a little fucked up brother". Tig patted Happys shoulder. "I'm not finished yet, if you cant handle it go wait outside". That's when Phil, Ratboy and a few others went outside. "You still alive"? Jax poked at your father. "I'm not dead". Your father whispered out. "Good, here comes more". Happy did the same to the other arm. Then he moved him to the table, slicing up his chest, breaking off one rib at a time, pouring gas in the wounds and lighting it on fire. Happy had to stop to make sure he didnt die, he wasn't done punishing him for what he did. "Don't die on me, I'm now just having fun". Happy turned your father over on his stomach making him scream. His voice was horse. Happy got a hammer and jagged screws. Hammering into your fathers back, twisting it with laughter, hearing him scream. Jax stood there with a smile of approval. "You think he has had enough"? Tig asked both Jax and Happy. "No". "Okay then, continue". There was a burn barrel outside that had hot knifes and pokers. Happy went out and returned with the knife he was sharpening before. Happy started at the nap of your fathers neck, burning and slicing around his hair line. He was scalping him with a hot knife. The room was felled with burning flesh and hair, mixed with horsed screams and laughter. It was a great day to be alive, if you were Happy Lowman and Jax Teller. "Where do you come up with this shit"? "I always wanted hair". Happy chuckled, leaving a very frighten face on Tig. Happy pulled the rest of his scalp off, putting it on the table. Grabbing a pick and a hammer. He started to chisel away at his skull. "This will make a great bowl, I think I'll keep my fingers in it". Happy looked at Jax, not stopping what he was doing. "Your choice". He had the bone off and placed it beside the scalp. They could see his brain twitch, Happy played with the veins, taking his finger, running it along them. Once again Happy asked Tig for the gas. He poured some on his head and back. Lighting it up. It made your father shriek in pain, thrashing around on the table. "Lets put him out, he needs to know somethings". Jax motioned to Tig. Tig sprayed the flames out, the thrashing stopped. "Turn him over". By this time, your father was completely burned, unrecognizable and surprisingly still alive. "You listen up, Y/N has moved on and is loving her new life. She didn't and doesnt want you in it, thats why you're here. I shouldn't have let her go with you but you just kept on and on and mom gave in. Then you took her away from her family, we missed birthdays and christmas's that we will never get back. She lost more, her innocence. You took that away from her, that was special to her and you used it like it was a dirty toilet. Using it and having others do the same. You should be in prison but this is much much better. Knowing we get to take your life makes up for it too and knowing your dead makes her better. She doesnt have to watch over her shoulder to make sure you're not just going to pop back into her life again". Jax stood over his body, smoking a cigarette, blowing the smoke in his face. Happy came up on the other side of the table. "Y/N is my old lady and I love her. I wish I knew her when she was little cause I would have killed you the moment I seen you. You look like a monster that everyone warns you about. I'm crazy and a killer but I am not you, she will never be yours or even like you. I'm going to our house with our dog and I'm going to tell her everything I did to you and when she cries tears of joy and thanks God that you are no longer here, I did my job as a protector and a boyfriend". Happy and Jax looked at each other. "Finish it". Jax held open your fathers mouth as Happy poured in gas and throwing the rest on his body. Jax flicked the cigarette on his body. Making it go up in flames, his whole body burning. His mouth looked like a fire volcano. They all stood back and watched. Tig had the fire extinguisher ready. "Its done brother, go home and take care of Y/N, we'll finish this". Jax and Happy hugged, Happy grabbed his things and rode off on his bike.

Meanwhile, you were snuggled up to Shiv laying on the bed. Until he started to whimper to go outside. You gathered the leash and hooked it to him. Walking out. "Where you going"? Your guard asked. "He has to pee". "You can't go out there". "Well do you really want piss and crap in the club house cause I know for sure that Jax would have a shit storm raining on your ass if you said no to me"? "He gave me orders to protect you". "Then come with me, I think you can walk outside, you look like you could use some fresh air, I know I could". "Alright, ten minutes, no more". "Okay". You rolled your eyes, following him out the front door. The cool night air hitting you, making you breathe easy. You let Shiv off his leash and he ran to the play ground, sniffing around. "Have you heard anything from the guys"? "No ma'am". "Don't call me that you make me feel old". You laughed, he lowered his head. You two chatted, the sun had just set, you could see the stars popping out. It was beautiful. The both of you were laughing as the gate opened, several motorcycles pulling in. It was Bobby. Running over to him, you looked for Happy and Jax to come in next but then didn't. You started to worry. "Where's Hap and Jax"? "They are taking care of some things, they should be here soon". He rubbed your arm. "Why arent you with them"? "Have you received anything, like a gift"? "No, why"? You questioned. "Just wanting to know". He started to walk off but you grabbed his arm, stopping him. "Bobby"? He sighed. "Your father mentioned a gift he was sending you and Jax thinks it may be a bomb". "Holy shit". You covered your mouth with your hand. Could he really go that far and try to kill you? "Don't worry, thats why I'm here, to make sure its not". You nodded your head. "Lets get you back inside okay". Following Bobby, you searched for Shiv he was still sniffing the ground. Whistling you got his attention, he pattered over, pawing at your leg as you bent down to pick him up, heading inside. "Bobby, I'm going to put him in the doom, I'll be right back". You say. "Alright, don't worry". He smiled. Closing the door you noticed a black box sitting on the table next to Shiv's bed, you thought it was one that Happy brought from the house. So you sat on the bed and opened it.

Meanwhile, in the crowded bar Happy had arrived. He was telling Bobby everything that happened and Jax might need some help to get rid of the aftermath of his torture. "Where's Y/N"? "She went to put Shiv to bed and she will be right out". Happy grabbed a beer, taking a breather until he heard the terrifying scream coming from his door where you were. Happy darted to the scream, breaking down the door. There you sat with a look like you just saw a ghost. You trembled, Shiv was barking at Happy and everyone gathered around the door with their guns drawn. "Y/N"? He walked slowly to you. Not saying anything, you handed him the box. His eyes widened. The contents of the box contained a doll, with the eyes missing, the head removed and placed beside it. The dolls skin was burned and it had pins sticking out of its body. "Fuck". Happy handed the box to Bobby. "How did that get in here"? Happy ordered to know. "It was sitting at the gate with her name on it, so I brought it in here". A Washington prospect whispered out. "I'll take care of you later". Happy pointed at him. He came over and wrapped his arms around you as you sobbed. "Why would he do that"? "Just a finally way to get you fucked up again, so you can suffer". You sniffled, wiping your nose. "That was my favorite doll as a kid, it got left behind when Jax came". "I'm sorry you have to see that". Happy kissed your head, moving the hair from your face. "I need to tell you something". "Yeah"? "We found your father, he was in a accident". He lied. "Is he alive"? "No". Happy wanted to tell her what he did but after she received a burned doll, that was exactly like how he did her father. He decides not too, right at this moment any way. She just needed time to process what happened. "Did you cause it"? You looked him in the eyes. Well so he thought. "Do you really want to know now"? "Yes". "I burned him alive, I cut, sliced and put screws in. I made him a human volcano". "I regret nothing". Happy told it like it was. "Where's Jax"? "He's cleaning up". "It's like he knew that he was going out that way, burning". "That's why he did that to the doll and sent it". "Y/N, I don't know but all I know it that you are safe and you don't have to worry about him anymore". "Thank you". You hugged him tightly. "Anything for you Y/N, you're my everything and I hate to see you hurt". "I love you Happy". "I love you too". His lips met yours, softly kissing you. Happy broke free and stood up, lifting up his shirt to show a freshly done smiley face tattoo. "When did you do that"? You looked it over. "Right before I came here, it took maybe ten minutes". "I love it". You kissed his stomach, making him shiver. "But why is it different from the others"? You noticed the burn mark on its face. "Because this kill meant something, I want to remember how it happened and every time I do, I'll see that smile on your face right now". "How did I get so lucky"? You asked standing up with him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I was thinking the same thing". He grinned, leaning into kiss you once again. After the mess with your father coming back into your life, Happy became a lot more protective. He wasn't letting anything else bad happen to you. The two of you married in a quiet ceremony with Shiv as your ring bearer. He was dressed in a little leather jacket that had the Reaper on the back with his name on the front with his position, Protector and Face Eater. Life was a pool of sharks and every step you tried to take one would bite you leaving a wound in your body until you found Happy, he patched you up and protected you from predators cause when he came in your life he was the hunter and the predators became the prey. You thanked and loved him for that.

#happy lowman #happy lowman imagine #happy lowman x reader #happy lowman sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagines #happys-crazy-queen22 #samcro #samcro imagine

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queeragainsthumanity · 6 years ago

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I'd like to say you know who you are but you're too self-involved for it to click

Heres a list of things you do that you should really really stop:

1. Fetishizing queer people

2. Appropriating stories, experiences, and language from queer, poc, and fat people when you are cishet, white, and skinny. Actually just stop making stuff up in general thx

3. Infantilizing queer ppl. I don't want to hear how that trans or gay person is "SUCH A SWEETHEART OMG"

4. Changing the scope of your life narrarive to somehow be queer and outcast-y and how you TOTALLY understand what we go through and you basically have been through the same thing. Ie: not believing in bisexuality but now that it's "in" talking about how you've had bi BEST FRIENDS every year growing up??? (If you knew anything about bisexuality you'd realize it's never "in") or working at a summer camp that catered to all types of children and just because there was a one week long trans and gnc group you say you volunteered at a "trans camp"...UMM?? Just stop editing your stories to seem like you're so active in the lgbtq+ community when ??? You literally have the most problematic views of us?

5. Saying that you give off lesbian pheromones and that every lesbian you encounter is attracted to you and hits on you. And don't make up stories about how a lesbian was aggressively flirting with you at a bar?? First off, ew. Secondly, this is problematic because it capitalizes on the predatory narrative assigned to lesbians by the media and is straight up harmful. You are not a poor innocent straight girl being seduced by the big bad gay tm. Lastly, constantly talking about how lesbians are attracted to you does NOT make you a better ally, does NOT make you fit in better with your queer friends, and is NOT okay.

6. Assigning pronouns without permission. That gender-questioning person you worked with? Who said they wanted to be a man but started crying and didn't like when you used he/him/his pronouns? Did they ASK you to use he/him pronouns? No? Don't. Fucking. Assume. You weren't being a proactive ally, you were being presumptuous and shouldn't have made it about you and how confused YOU were about why it upset them. Because ??? Of course???

7. Forcing items usually considered gendered on trans people of the opposite gender. For example, pushing feminine jewelry etc on a trans guy who was obviously super uncomfortable and was trying to say no thank you in 50 different ways. (You know that chat you were so mad about? One of the things we talked about was how to refuse the gift without hurting YOUR feelings.) Or how you were pushing me to try your new make up when I first came out as gnc and found it really dysphoria inducing and despite saying no several times and our other friend who saw how uncomfortable I was ALSO telling you to stop, you kept PUSHING.

8. You considering yourself an ally doesn't make you one. And being an ally doesn't make you an unfalliable. Be accountable. Ie: when you misgendered me OVER AND OVER AND OVER again and instead of just a short sorry and moving on you prattle on about how long you've known me as a GIRL and how hard it is for YOU etc etc etc EVERY SINGLE TIME. Until it wasn't worth it for me to correct you anymore.

9. Thinking of yourself as some-type-of-queer because you're a girl who is also attracted to trans guys. TRANS GUYS ARE GUYS. IF YOU'RE A GIRL WHO LIKES GUYS YOU, MY ONCE FRIEND, ARE STRAIGHT. Don't put masexual in your bio when A. You are attracted to men only and not anyone else who may fall into the larger scope of masculinity. B. That is a term meant for and coined by nonbinary ppl to use. C. It has been explained to you why you shouldn't use it. And D. You agreed to the reasoning and agreed that you weren't masexual. - I have the screenshots-

10. Saying how EASILY you could pass for a guy if you wanted to and how you could just bind and no one would know and rambling on about it for god knows how long when. 1.you're cis. 2. You know I can't fucking bind for long periods of time if at all since my ribs are so fucked and you talking about how easy it would be for you is dysphoria inducing and just ignorant. 3. Binding is fucking hard. You have never binded a day in your life. Stop lying. 4. Saying you could pass as a guy does not make you trans or queer in any way.

11. Refuse to date a trans guy because you're afraid he'll "use you as a crutch while he transitions" That's both ableist *and* transphobic dear.

12. Using the phrase "fully-transitioned". Especially to gatekeep who is trans and who isn't. Once a trans person comes out they're the gender they say they are. Full stop. All trans ppl are trans. Even if we haven't gone on hormones and haven't gotten any surgery. Even if we never do.

13. Sharing pictures of me and my then new girlfriend in discord and talking about how CLOSE the three of us were. Proximity to queerness doesn't make you so. Also don't share people's business without their explicit permission other ppls interesting stories don't make you more interesting.

14. Trying to buy friendships. Gifts don't make your problematic behavior less problematic or harmful. They don't make your actions more excusable.

15. Equating polyamory to cheating. Like I can't even with how at odds I am with your problematic ish.

16. Making queer the cool new thing to be. You want our rainbow flags and camaraderie and stories. You want to be different and special from the "norm". But that's the only part you want. You want to be a convenience queer, cishet except in safe groups where you want to talk about how different and outstanding you are.

You wear us like a jacket you can put on and take off at your leisure. OUR IDENTITY IS NOT AN ADORNMENT. It is a part of us we carry ALL THE TIME. When our clubs are being shot up, when we are called f*ggots in the street, when we are having our rights taken away, when we are politicised and conceptualized as if we aren't even people, when we don't feel at home in our countries or our bodies, when we are being leered at and asked by too-loud-breathing men if they can join us in bed...

I could keep going forever. I'm still in those chats even if I don't have the spoons to talk to anyone, even though I don't feel welcome anymore. I know your stories. I've seen your lies. I could have jumped in so many times and been like "that never happened" or "actually that's my story and that happened to me" but it didn't seem worth it. You were never cheated on (that was me), you've never had 3 jobs (me), no one asked you to be a nsfw instagrammer (that was my gf planning to be one herself) and on and on and on.

This was supposed to be a vague call out post but I've never been subtle a day in my life. You can't contest any of this. I have the screenshots hun so come at me if you want.

I decided tumblr would be the void I'd scream my outrage into.

Also how dare you make the tragedy of someone losing her father about you. How dare you share details about their lives with strangers when she asked us all to keep it private. And how dare you embellish it with made up details to make you seem more interesting. That was the line.

#call out post #queer #lgbtq #ex friends #im so glad i have healthy relationships with nontoxic ppl #welcome to the void

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dazzlingfantasiesblogs · 6 years ago

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Hurricane P37

Happy x REader

Warnings/Triggers: 18+ only. If under 18, kindely un-follow me please! Smut.. sort of. Cheating.

Notes: ... I don’t even know..

Tags: @moodygrip @trippinjenni @jenny885 @mywhitehatisbigger

“Happy I gotta go.. Gotta check on my girls.” “Five more minutes… who knows if I will ever feel my arms wrapped around you again..” He put his head in your neck. He ignored the hickie Lorenzo left on your neck, knowing he didn’t want to ruin the moment. He pressed a kiss to your neck, sending a jolt threw your body. He felt you freeze and then shiver slightly in his arms. Internally he groaned remembering how responsive your body was to his. He pressed one more near the hickie causing you to slightly moan out. You covered your mouth shooting up. “I wish you happiness..” was all you said as you sprinted into the club to look for Sammy and Trina.

Happy watched you leave and felt his heart crack in two. He could tell that you still loved him, by the way you held onto him and the moan you gave him. Was this goodbye? Where you really done with him all together? He slowly got up. His body felt lighter but heavy at the same time. How was that possible? He got everything off his chest and you left, almost saying goodbye forever.

You felt your phone go off at your side in your deep jeans pocket.

Lorenzo: “So… I did something bad.”

You: “What?”

Lorenzo: “Can I call you, are you busy?”

You: “At the club house with Kozik and the girls. Let me step out. Call me in five minutes.”

Walking back out the club, you snuck into TM. Getting on video chat with Lorenzo he looked like shit. He had slight bags under his eyes. You where certain it was because of lack of sleep and the office pushing him to his limits since he had been gone. He had not asked for any help, probably leaving it for the big guys you rationalized. He sighed a bit deep and you knew something was wrong. He only did that sigh when something was terribly, terribly wrong. “I ugh… I… slept with that new girl… last night… I am sorry.. I know we said..” you held your hand out.

Your body wanted to give out. Knowing you two where not a thing, you made a promise to yourself you would not show him how heart broken you where. Not him or any man after Happy. “All good we where not together. Talk to you later.” “Y/N.. WAIT!” you hung up the phone blocking his number immediately. Was it childish, yes. Did you feel like a million trains hit you? Yes. Tears flowed down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them. Was this how it was going to be with the men you loved? Stabbing you in the back? Everyone except Kozik, Trina and Sammy. You knew they always watched over you.

Walking back into the club you went straight to the bar. “Seven shots.” The bartender looked at you shocked. He nodded lining seven shots up and poured the tequila you ordered. Happy seen you across the room. He counted the shots and looked at them confused and hurt. He pushed Koziks shoulder slightly to point to him what you where doing. “Shit.. somethings..” before he could finish, you slammed all seven of them down. Shaking your head slightly at the burn. You walked a bit over to the pool table where Sammy and Trina where chilling with the Charming SOA boys and Lily. They always knew how to fit in so perfectly with any crowd anywhere. You envied them for that. “Hands off..” Sammy yelled to a patch you had not seen before. She kept swatting his hands away from her hips. You stormed over there, being protective as usual. “Hands off. She’s no croweater!” You growled to the man. He looked at you and rolled his eyes. Sammy turned around standing next to you. “Did you just roll your eyes at my best friend?” you both hit him in the face with a fist, causing him to fall flat on his back. “HOLY SHIT!” Tig yelled stunned standing up, spilling his beer slightly. “Asshole..” you hiccupped. Sammy felt her phone ding as she checked it.

Kozik: “Somethings wrong.. she just took like seven shots in a row.”

Sammy looked at you slightly concerned. “What happened? You seem off.. did Happy?” “No… Happy was fine…” you held you hand up. “He is always so fine..” you smirked and laughed.

Sammy looked down at her phone again to see a group text with Trina And Lorenzo.

Lorenzo: “Y/N wont answer my calls.. I slept with another girl.. She said she was fine.. tell her to call me please!”

Sammys face shot up looking at you. You looked at her sad and confused. She grabbed you, Trina coming behind you and hugging you both. The guy stood up behind Sammy, all of you not noticing. “Stupid bitches!” The guy yelled. He went to throw a punch and it was caught. “Touch any of these girls..” Happy took a gun out of his holster “I will add you to my smiley collection..” He shoved the mans hand back, he simply snarled and walked away. You look to Happy nodding to him slightly. “Thanks..” you whispered. He nodded walking away in the opposite direction.

You sat at the picnic table feeling the effects of the alcohol. You talked with Sammy and Trina for an hour, trying your best to convince them you where fine. Of course they didn’t buy into it. You told them to enjoy the Charming boys and that you all could relax and binge watch shows on Netflix tomorrow after you cured this hangover you where certain to have. Staring at the stars it had to be about 3AM. Your eyes started to flutter close as you breathed in the cool air. You where unsure where Kozy was, expecting him to most likely being with his ‘uncle’ Tig as Tig called himself. You laughed drunkly thinking about it. Your heart felt like a fucking tug of war game and right now you just couldn’t deal with much.

Kozik looked down at his phone seeing thirty-two missed calls. He checked who they where from and seen it was from Lorenzo. He quickly walked out of the club and didn’t see you laying on the picnic table. “Hey bro you called like over thirty times what’s up..?” “Did you see my messages??” “No..” Kozik said confused. “Where is Y/N?” “Unsure.. she punched a guy in the face for hitting on Sammy.. well they both double teamed him.” “I.. I slept with another girl.. She acted like it was fine but I seen the disapp..” Koziks face went from worry to furious in .03 seconds. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! You hurt her too?! I am fucking done! No one is allowed to go around her!! Besides Sammy and Trina. Bottom fucking LINE! Stay in NEW YORK till this shit blows over!” “Kozik..” Lorenzo tried to get a word in. “No! Even if you where not together.. come on man.. you treated her so well.. Fuck this.. man..” Kozik hung up the phone punching the wall. “Brother it is fine..” you spoke not even looking back at him. He walked over to you quickly surprised to see you there.. He could tell you where wasted by your glossed over eyes. “Sis..” “Just numbing the pain a bit… I only trust you and the girls.. Hell… after that conversation with Happy I think I am square with him.. I think I am going back to Tacoma..” you mumbled. “Sis.. don’t leave me again..” Kozik sat on the bench of the table. “I know..” you sighed a bit. He grabbed your hand and kissed the top of it. “I am sorry sis..” “I think it hurts more because we where close friends..” you spoke, tears falling down your cheeks. “I know..” He rubbed the top of your hand, holding it tightly. “How about you and Kozy come with the club to Montana for a few days on the run. I know Jax wouldn’t mind it. We are leaving Friday. Girls leave in a few days. You could be of help to the Montana charter I am sure.” You looked at him. “Ok.” Was all you could say. You closed your eyes slightly. “Go back to the club bro, I am fine. Kinda enjoying this numb feeling.” He kissed your head and sighed. You frowned when he left, feeling bad for him always being in the middle of everything.

You woke up feeling a banging in your head. You look to see a clock that said 7AM. Opening your eyes fully you looked around. It was Happys dorm room. Sitting up, you fell back down on the bed, dizziness happening. The door opened and you slowly tried to sit up. Happy walked in with two iced coffees and something in a bag. “How you feeling champ..?” He mumbled. “Like I got hit by a fucking plane..” he chuckled a bit grabbing the pills and water from the night stand. “Take and drink.” Nodding you did as he told. He handed you the coffee and put the straw in it for you. “Thanks..” you sipped the coffee and sighed. “The moment I said it was for you Craig gave me everything on the house.” You chuckled a bit. “He is a nice guy. Very much a family guy. Likes close nit stuff like communites..” Happy nodded taking out a bagel and cream cheese handing it to you. “Blueberry bagel with light cream cheese.” He spoke. “You remembered…” “How could I forget.. we drank a lot in Tacoma..” He laughed a bit.

Waking up it felt like someone took a fireplace poker and stuck it through your skull. Hangovers where rare, but the Tacoma guys had a huge deal go through and it was balls to the walls. Looking around the room your vision was blurry. “Ugh.. fuck…” you held your head. Happy walked into the room chuckling at the sight of your head in hands. “My poor babe. You may have drank Kozik and I under the table.. but you’re the one feeling it.” He handed you the iced coffee, and your famous blueberry bagel with light cream cheese. He always got those for you since your first hangover with him. You always said for some reason it made you feel 100% better after that. Taking a bite of the magic bagel you almost felt like jumping for joy. Logically it was science not magic, but no fucks where given with this wonderful hangover curing food. “MMM MMM MMMMM!!!” you almost yelled. Snorting he sat next to you kissing your temple. “Glad its good beautiful.” He grabbed your coffee from you, holding it so you could devour your meal. “Those bagels are good as hell. Ate mine on the way home.” You seen him eyeing your bagel. Holding it to his mouth, he took a bite of yours. “Thanks babe.. still hungry.” He smiled, speaking with bagel in his mouth. Wiping the extra cream cheese off of his bottom lip you ate it. “Mmm” you smiled stretching out. Grabbing the coffee you drank it quickly and slowly stood up. “Bath and movies?” nodding to Happy you wrapped your arms around his neck. “My breath probably smells.” Happy nodded slightly. Laughing you turned to go brush your teeth. He slapped your ass following you to the bathroom. Being goofy and honest worked for you two in the past.

“Thanks… seriously.” “I couldn’t let you sleep on the picnic table with a bunch of drunk men around. Bunch of animals. There my brothers.. but still.. You may be Lorenzos.. but..” “No. I am no ones.” You demanded. He narrowed his eyes slightly. “Sorry..” mumbling you drank the rest of the coffee. “Your toothbrush and toothpaste are still here, as well as your shower stuff. “Do I smell?” “No, usually you always shower after a night of partying and drunkenness.” You nodded walking to his bathroom.

Stepping out from the bathroom the steam followed you out. Happy was laid up in his bed watching TV. “Sammy and Trina are still knocked out in Chibs and Jaxs room. Kozy is awake and went to go chill with Tig again. He slept in here last night.” “Thanks for keeping an eye on him. Kinda feel like a bad mom..” “No please.. He was having fun with Tig.” You glared at the word fun. Knowing Tig could be a little on the crazy side. “Tig bought him a few chew toys.” You nodded. Happys eyes trailed your body in the towel. “Can.. I ugh.. borrow something to wear?.. Shirt smells like liquor..” he nodded, walking over to the dresser you stood close to. He, without thinking placed his hand on the small of your back as he searched through the dresser drawer. The feeling of his heavy hand on your back felt way too good for you liking. He went through his shirts and found one. “Here.” IT was his black Reaper shirt. On the back saying TACOMA in huge letters.” “Reminds me of home..” you smiled at him. He agreed. Opening his other drawer he grabbed black basketball shorts. “Here.” You grabbed them both and laid them on the bed. Slipping off your towel, you ignored the fact Happy was even there. “No.. fair…” He stared at your glorious body, almost drooling. You looked at him, his eyes slightly dilated. It was not surprising he was like this, he was primal when it came to you. You knew this too well. Both of you would do it in public places where you could not be seen if he and you wanted too in the past. You wanted to pick up that shirt and put it on but you couldn’t.. something felt so wonderful to have his dark eyes ravaging your body. “Y/n.. if you don’t put that shirt on now.. I am not sure…” you walked up to him, begging. Pleading with your eyes to make the first move. Standing up he looked down at your perfect body in his eyes. He knew why, he knew you didn’t want to feel the guilt. “Is it only because he slept with that girl..?” Happy choked out the question. “No.. not at all..” you where sure Kozik had told him out of anger, not even telling him on purpose. Happy grabbed your hands and put them around his neck. He grabbed your thick waist, lifting you in his arms. His hands slid to your ass. He pressed a kiss to your lips and kissed you deeply, passionately. He was so sure that he was never going to touch you again. He was so thankful to feel you. He knew not to get his hopes up that you two would become a thing. Yet touching your was next to the best thing in the world, besides having you.. He laid you down and ripped his shirt off. His hands slid down your sides, as if trying to mesmerize everything about your body. Happy licked to your neck, biting it hard. Right in your favorite area. Arching your back, you ground into his hard-on. Feeling his teeth sink in your skin, caused you to moan out. “Happy.. Church Lad.” Happy stopped hearing Chibs banging on the door. “Cant it wait?” “Jackie boy said he just needs ta dell us sumthin..” Happy groaned “Be there in five…” “A’right..” you seen the shadow of his boots leave. Happy pressed his forehead to yours. “I want to so bad.. to ignore them..” you laughed a bit shaking your head confused your own actions. “Maybe it is a sign.. who know..” “Shut up.. let me take you out on a date Y/N. Diner on 44th. 7PM.” He spoke, standing up sliding on his shirt and kutte. He smiled at you as he walked out the door. Leaving he had no clue the emotional bliss he left you in and physical frustration.

Driving back to the house the girls had a million questions for you as you did them. All of you agreed to binge Netflix and eat junk food till 7PM that night. “Lorenzo wont stop calling me..” Sammy spoke up. “Or me..” Trina said calmly. “I don’t want to talk about it. I just want to relax in pajamas and drink some wine with my girls and Kozy.” “Alright.. but you better tell us how you got that hickie because girl.. I gotta say.. Happy was after you girl!!” Sammy and Trina both said. You rolled your eyes laughing with your best friends. Kozys head asleep on Trinas lap as you drove home.

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