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The Reaper and the Death Angel Part 54

This hasn't been updated in more than a month and I'm sorry but my life got rough and I had to take a break. Be warned going into this chapter, it's rough and is too important to the plot to be skipped. Stong content warnings for torture and death (it's Clay so it's not like it's sad)

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Part 53

Contains: Violence, torture, major character death, family drama, Gemma being Gemma, discussion of adoption and drug addiction, angst, fluff.

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"Clay is going to have to tell all of this to Gemma himself, don't do his dirty work for him."

Jax rubbed his face, "he'll try and twist her up."

You nodded, "then make him do it in front of everyone at chapel. He can't twist words when everyone is watching."

Jax huffed, "that'll go over well, she's going to spiral again."

You sighed, "well then Nero can deal with it. I'm done babying her Jax, she almost killed our child and we've let her back in, if she makes this out to be my fault or pulls anything, she is done. It's going to take a lot for her to be even allowed near our niece or nephew, if this goes bad I'm pretty sure Ima won't even let her in the door and I'm inclined to agree."

Jax rubbed his face, "yeah, I know. I'll talk to her afterwards and tell her where she stands, this can't become another thing she uses to push her bullshit."

You flopped into the chair, resting your elbows on the table, "we have a few hours before everything goes to shit. I'm going to go to work for a while, then I have my second last meeting with Vance and then I'll come to the Clubhouse."

Jax leaned closed and kissed you, "text me when you're on your way and I'll start church, just walk in with all your evidence and start talking."

You nodded, "will do, I'll see you this afternoon."

Jax smiled softly and pressed his lips to yours, "yeah darlin, see you this afternoon."

****

The day wore on you fast, when Vance's call came, you were well and truly ready for it. "Hey,"

he grunted, "no usual chipper, things must be bad, in that case, I'll be quick. Call me when Clay is dead, after that all you need to do is ensure a smooth transition, we'll talk once more for a debrief and your status will go back to former operative."

You relaxed a little, "that's it?" You could hear him typing at the other end, "yep, I look forward to your call."

****

"I'm on my way."

Jax smiled at his phone, it was show time. "Everyone chapel now, I've got a lead on the who might have hired to Nomads."

He and Opie shared a knowing look vengeance wouldn't be far away. They all piled in, Clay seemingly none the wiser about what was about to happen as he sat at the other end of the table and Jax sat stoically as everyone settled in.

"What do you know?"

Sam's face was like a mask, Jax moving to clasp his hands together, "I'm waiting on someone, they'll be here soon, until then we need to talk about this transition, I spoke to Galen last night, he's ready for the change."

Clay swallowed, "are you sure about that son? He didn't seen ready to me the last time we spoke."

Jax smiled, "y/n helped him see reason, she's very good like that." For a single second, he saw fear pass on Clay's face. Jax must have been right because your signature knock at the door had him give a barely perceptible jump.

"Hello gentlemen, I'm here with good news and bad news, what do you want to hear first?" Your eyes were locked on Clay's, something told them this was going to turn into a blood bath if he didn't step lightly.

"First things first, Rat, please go get Gemma, she needs to be here for this."

Rat looked at Jax, who gave him a nod, "go on prospect, do what My old lady told you to do."

He scurried off, "thank you, Rat." You started pulling items out of your bag and laying them on the table, "my proof, every last bit of it." Gemma came in the door, her eyes suspicious, and you turned to her with a soft smile, "you are here as a kindness Gem, if for one moment I think this is going to become and issue for you, you will be ask to leave."

You turned to Clay, "this is your last chance to come clean about everything, I had your house bugged and I didn't kill the Nomads on sight, they spend some time in my basement and you know what happens down there, don't you Mr Morrow? I'll be here, making sure you stay honest." Clay was as pale as death itself.

"I was lying in that hospital bed, thinking about all the shit I lost, I wasn't ready to let it go. I reached out to Franky Diamonds, he was the one that suggested the home invasions figured we could rattle some of the folks close to the Club and make it look like Jax couldn't protect his own. Franky pulled in Gogo and Greg and I promised to split my percentages when I got the Gavel back."

They could see the lies, Jax clenched his jaw and shifted, trying to dispel some of his anger, "and getting them to shoot Sam, hit y/n while Ima and Abel were there, going after Gemma?"

Clay inhaled sharply, "I told you your house was bugged and the Nomads talked, does your soon to be ex wife know that you're the reason she can't be alone with her grandchild anymore and why it's very likely she'll never get to spend any time with Sam's child."

Gemma's eyes went wide, "yes Gemma, your ex husband sent his goons after a pregnant woman. Your empire of sticks is falling fast, your place in what rises out of that is your choice."

She swallowed, "I'll do whatever I need to do, he's already dead."

You smiled, "I'm glad to hear that. You need to go and tell Nero what's just happened, he needs help setting up for Diosa's grand opening anyway."

She left without casting another glance at Clay, "you have much to answer for, I promised you if you ever hurt her again, I'd break your hand, and I'm going to make good on that promise. How you die is Opie's choice, what happens before that is mine."

Clay turned nasty, his mask falling, "you've got it all figured out don't you. I did this because I knew Jax wasn't ready to lead and that's clear now, he's rolled over and let you take the gravel, must be some pussy because you've got him lock down tight."

Jax shot up, his eye filled with hatred, Sam followed, putting a hand on his shoulder and leaning in, "let her handle it man."

You smiled and walked over to him, "how many times do I need to teach you this lesson old man? I am better than you, I am more intelligent than you and you can't do anything to change that. You think I'm running this Club? Every man in this room owes me his life and freedom ten times over, you on the other hand, owe me so much more than that, no you owe me a pound of your flesh and I'm going to collect it no matter what anyone else says."

The room had gone cold, like any life had been sucked out of it, "I'll leave you to your vote."

You went walked out with one last death glare at Clay, but Jax sat down, his eyes fixed on the other man, "stay, you're right, we all owe you our lives and freedom tens times over. You're the reason we're all here and know the truth, you should see this through."

Clay deflated at your smirk, "thank you my love."

You pulled up a chair and sat next to Jax. Jax's voice was harsh, "get the fuck out." Clay left with his tail between his legs, "all in favour of Clay Morrow losing his patch?"

Yea, all around, "as for the Mayhem, let's hear pros and cons."

Sam's hand went up first, "he tried to kill me and he went after my pregnant old lady."

Chibs was next, "he's a traitor. I don't buy this all for the good of the Club bullshit, he's done."

Opie didn't miss his chance, "he went after Abel and Gemma."

Happy voice filled the room, as cold and hard as a wall of ice, "he was going to hurt my mum and aunt."

Jax swallowed, "all in favour of Clay Morrow meeting meet Mayhem."

Not a single person said nay, "I'll go get him."

Bobby hopped up and returned with Clay, whose head was hung, "the Club has made its decision, you'll be meeting Mr Mayhem but not before you lose your patch."

Clay swallowed as you looked on in victory, "get to it Mr Morrow, the sooner that leather comes off your back, the sooner fun can start."

He smiled a nasty smile, "your time will come, don't worry. Sooner or later, they'll all see you for what you really are."

You stood up, your fast action preventing Jax from responding, "and what is that? A liar and a traitor like you? A meddling bitch? I'm not the one that almost got a three year old boy killed."

The air was tight, "you think Jax will stay around, the moment he realises you're more of a man than him, you'll be out on your ass and he'll take up with some easy whore. My guess is it will be Sam's bitch because you clearly raised a…." You launched yourself at him, Clay flinching violently.

Jax grabbed you, using all his strength to hold you back, "darlin, he's not worth it."

You struggled in Jax's arms, "I just want two minutes, two minutes to beat him with my bare hands and then Opie can have him all to himself."

Jax squeezed you harder, "is that really your pound of flesh, come on, cool down and have your fun later."

Clay chuckled as you calmed down, "maybe I was wrong, bitches like you do like men who toss you around." There was a moment of calm before the sound block Jax's Gavel fell on so many times was lobbed at Clay's face, and you were ripping yourself from Jax's grasp and running at Clay.

Clay's cowardice betrayed him as he shrunk away from you, it meant nothing as a well placed blow to his throat has him sucking in air. He was already bleeding from the wood striking his head and the lack of air was making his face red, Jax managed to grab you again before you could climb on top of him. He dragged you back to his seat at the table, kicking and struggling, "calm the fuck down."

The look you were giving Clay would have frozen hell, "I'm not fucking done Teller."

Jax took a deep breath, "for now, you are."

His hands around your upper arms tightened until you relented, "fine." You turned to Opie, "you better figure out how you want him to die because by the time I'm done with him, he'll already be halfway there."

Your eyes never left Clay as you walked out of the chapel. Jax sat back down, Gavel in hand, the sound block back in its place, having been retrieved by Kozik, "we finish this tonight."

The bang of the gavel sealed Clay's fate.

****

You waited in the office with Gemma while the other watched over Clay in the garage, "are you good?"

Gemma did meet your eye, "I'm fine, Nero knows what's going on. Where does this leave us y/n?"

You sighed, "put in the work, stay off the shit and keep your head on straight and I'll do my best to make sure you have a place in the family. Ima and Sam will come around if you show you can keep up what you've been doing since the crash."

"You mean that?"

You nodded, "I don't say what I don't mean, Abel needs as much love and support he can get so does Jax. You being apart of that is your choice." There was something there that you didn't want to name and it had you worried, you always knew Gemma would have a problem losing her crown.

"How magnanimous of you."

You huffed, "don't Gemma, you almost killed my child and I'm doing my best to make sure you stay in Abel's life, if you want to take this up with Jackson you're more than welcome but he's going to be much less understanding than me. Don't push your luck."

"Maybe I will take it up with Jax, see what he says about how you're keeping me from my grandbaby, because let's be honest y/n, after what you pulled with the letters and the cartel, I can't trust anything you say and I think you're behind all of this, whispering in Jax's ear."

You smiled, "good luck but you might want to be careful Gem, you're a few missed steps away from never seeing your son again and I won't let you keep hurting him or Abel so don't fucking test me. Your ex husband is going to die for what he did, don't make me add you to that carnage. You forget yourself too easily, Jax is not the man he was five years ago and with everything you've done, I don't think he'd miss you if you keep this shit up."

"Are you threatening me?"

You shook your head, "if I wanted to threaten you, you'd know it. Keep yourself in line or I will do it for you. This line might sound familiar to you, if you ever put my child in harm's way again, I will kill you myself."

She stepped back, a smile on her face, "there's the old lady my son needs, I'm not the only one who needs to be careful, men don't stick around when their woman isn't soft and vulnerable."

****

As night fell, Gemma left and everyone else filled the garage, Happy readying his tattoo machine. Jax was standing there stone-faced as Clay removed his kutte and kneeled on the ground, cutting his top off as the needles started up. You started pacing, the energy thick in the air.

"Hey y/n, what's the bloodiest thing you've ever done."

Of course Sam's nasty side made its appearance right now, "I skinned a man once, that was pretty bad, he lived for ages too. There was the guy I blood eagled, he didn't make it to Valhalla. In fact, he screamed like a dying animal. Why do you ask dear brother?"

"I'm just wondering what you're going to do with Clay."

You smiled, "oh, I'm going to break his hand first and then I'll go from there. Opie, how are you going to send him off? I don't want to interfere with your plans."

Opie lifted a gas can, "ooo, fire. I like it. I set someone on fire once, I'll lend you my shampoo, you'll never get the smell of burnt flesh out of your hair. Bonus is that the CIA already have everything sorted so it doesn't matter how the body looks."

"That's enough, you're freaking him out and he's bleeding more."

Happy was being half-hearted but you stopped nonetheless. "Sorry Hap." It didn't take long for Happy to black out the tattoos, considering he was ripping Clay's skin to shreds. When the machine was down, you walked over to the table and picked up a hammer, "time for my pound of flesh."

Clay genuinely looked scared, "I make good on my threats, you know that, so if you put you hand out on the table, I'll do this one thing and leave the rest to Opie."

Happy's eyes wrinkled, "what?" He sounded upset and unfulfilled.

"I have a child at home and a wedding to plan, I'm done with this shit. As much as I want to slice him open and bathe in his blood, it won't bring me anything other than fleeting satisfaction and then I will never think of him again. It's also not my place, I'm not a member and this is Club business. Now put your fucking hand on the table or I'm going to cut it off."

Clay swallowed and lifted his hand, placing it on the work table as you walked up to him, clenching the hammer. The hit came hard and fast, Clay grunting as his bones cracked. You took a deep breath, "I truly don't have a taste for this anymore, you've not worth the fucking energy it would cost me to keep going." You waved your hand, "he's all your Ope."

You took a seat on a bench next to where Jax was standing, "you wanna watch this?"

You nodded, "yep, just because I'm not in the middle of it doesn't mean I don't want to see this through."

Jax huffed, "this is it you know, after tonight the Club is legit, we have one more run and then we're one."

You smiled, "I know, you did very well beloved."

He shook his head "nah, this was all you darlin." A grunt from Clay caused you to break eye contact from Jax, Opie was breaking his other hand one finger at a time, "how long do you think this is going to go on for?"

You shrugged, "hard to say, Ope never really struck me as someone who could stomach this but rage does things to people, I'll step in if I think he's drifting into something he's going to regret."

To Clay's credit, he was taking it well. You have never seen Opie so quiet and so impassive, "I saw you and Gemma in the office before, what was that about?"

You sighed, "she's going to talk to you, be nice to her Jax, she's going through a lot." Jax stiffened, you couldn't tell if it was because Opie was cutting off Clay's Marine tattoo or because you wouldn't elaborate on what Gemma had said.

"You wanna tell me why she's going to talk to me?"

You sighed, "she thinks I have an angle was wanted her to spend time with Abel, since everything came out a few months ago she's been suspicious of all my intentions, I understand it but she's lost everything she's ever known and now she thinks I'm replacing her. You won't be able to get sense out of her, she just needs time. I did threaten to kill her if she hurt Abel again and I don't regret it and I'm not saying sorry, I meant it."

Jax huffed, "fuck her needing time, if she doesn't grow up she's going to end up alone."

You went to respond but Clay was starting to get loud, "can you shut him up? I'm trying to have a conversation over here."

Opie blinked, "should I cut out his tongue?"

You shook your head, "he can still scream, just gag him."

Opie shoved something in his mouth then his thumb was moving to Clay's eye, Jax looked at you as if to ask you to stop it but you shook your head, "give him a bit more time, he's got to exorcise his anger so he can move on."

Jax nodded, "how's Ima doing?"

You shrugged, "she's very worried about the baby, I've done my best to calm her down but one asshole told her that stress does XYZ and now it's all she thinks about."

Jax smiled, "Sam's the same, they're going to make great parents."

You nodded, "I know, that kid is going to live a good life."

Something in the room changed and you looked over at Ope again, and then tapped Jax before you spoke, "you're done man, he's done."

Opie's chest was heaving, Clay was a mess. His bones were broken, his skin cut, he was missing an eye and a part of his arm when the Marine Corp tattoo used to be, "yeah, you're right y/n, he's not worth the effort." He swallowed, "get him outside and get him on his bike." It was done with very little care, Clay was lifted up by Happy and Kozik as Tig opened the door and brought his bike to the middle of the compound.

They threw Clay into the seat and Opie walked over to him, Clay too broken to make eye contact as Opie dumped the flammable liquid all over his skin, "this won't be fun, Jackson."

Jax huffed, "neither was seeing our kid in the hospital." You almost turned away when Opie lit the match and threw on at Clay's chest.

The fire caught immediately, Clay's body beginning to burn as he screamed, lacking the energy to run. Some of the Sons started to walk away, leaving only a handful of people behind as Clay screamed one last time then went still, "I'm going to put him out before the smell brings cops, someone needs to set some tires on fire just in case."

"Will do darlin, you need to call people?"

You nodded, "yep, it will all be dealt with. How are you feeling?"

He shrugged, "it's over and the man that murdered my father is dead, what's there to feel."

You smiled sadly, "spoken like a true soldier, don't shed too much of your humanity Jackson, that's how you end up like him."

****

"How long will you be?"

Vance sighed, "we'll have a team out of there to debrief Hale and stage the scene, everyone should clear out and just leave it to us, we want to give you deniability if people start to ask questions, I"ve already informed all out friends about the new development so you should be getting calls soon. Do you need anything else?"

"Yeah, I might need to tell Abel's bio mum what's going on, I have a feeling my future mother in law is going to be a problem."

Vance huffed, "that's fine, just tell us when and we'll send people down. To what degree to you think Gemma will be an issue?"

You were careful, "I have no idea right now, she's going off the deep end. She's going to talk to Jax soon, if all goes well we won't have any more issues but I want to make sure she doesn't try and twist anyone up."

"That's understandable. How's the wedding planning going?"

You sighed, "slow but it's getting there, we haven't even started the invites yet so don't worry, we haven't left you out."

He chuckled, "maybe just send me some photos, you should leave this life behind you y/n, we all want you to be happy."

You smiled sadly to yourself, "you're right but I can do that, there are lots of people who are just getting albums."

"Wonderful. Well, if we don't talk soon I'll look forward to seeing your photo."

You relaxed a little, "great, thank you."

"No y/n, all thanks goes to you, you've done your country proud."

****

They were all waiting in the Clubhouse for word from you, Jax standing up as you walked in, "where's Ope?"

Jax pointed towards to dorm, "in the shower, what do you need from us?"

You yawned, "everyone needs to go home. Hale is going to respond to a call about putrid smoke, he's going to come in here and find the body and then it will be made to look like an accident. You should show up to work tomorrow and act shocked at the mess and then be sad that Clay is dead, then it's back to business as usual. As for me, I'm going home."

Everyone left slowly, you and Jax heading home as the last man left, "we need to sleep, then we have some things to talk about over breakfast."

Jax looked worried, "it's about Gemma, I think she's going to cause problems and we need to get ahead of them. I'm sorry my love."

He sighed, "I trust you, we'll do whatever you think is best."

"You might not think that when you hear what I have to say."

****

You awoke curled into Jax's side, his arm draped over you protectively, "good morning beloved, did you sleep well?"

Jax rubbed his eyes, "morning darlin, what do you think?"

You chuckled, "I'll take that as a no, I'm going to text Wendy and ask if she wants to take Abel out for pancakes so we can all talk about what's going on, I'm sure she'll say yes."

Jax smiled, "that would be nice, you ready to head downstairs?"

You nuzzled closer into his side, "leave it for another half an hour, let's not ruin this peace just yet."

Wendy was there forty five minutes after you texted her, showing up at the door with a huge smile on her face, "how long do I have with him?"

You smiled, "all day if you like. I also need you to cave out a few hours one day this week, we have some really important things we need to talk about."

Her face fell, "don't worry, it's nothing bad. Have fun today."

She smiled, "can I go get him?"

You waved your hand, "he's in the library ready to go."

Abel came out of the library hand in hand with Wendy, giving you and Jax a hug before leaving for the day. Sam and Jax were fussing in the kitchen while you and Ima set the table, "how are you feeling?"

She smiled, "better now that this is over, you?"

You shrugged, "waiting for the other shoe to drop. I'm hoping to get ahead of it today."

She sighed, "it never fucking ends."

She stopped and put a hand over her face, "morning sickness?"

She nodded, "yeah, the doc gave me some shit, I'm gonna go take it."

You took the forks from her, "go, I'll finish here." She ran off and you fixed the table then went and helped in the kitchen. It didn't take long for the food to be done then everyone was sitting around the table, "you feeling better?"

Ima nodded, "a bit, I think a small meal will help."

Sam put some toast on her plate, "you want anything else babe?"

She shook her head, "you sure? I'll cook whatever you want."

Ima smiled, "no sweets, I'm alright."

You smiled, "God that's cute."

Sam huffed, "you are so mean to me."

Your eyes went wide, "how am I being mean?"

He shook his head, "I am not cute."

Ima leaned in and stroked his cheek, "yeah, you are."

Everyone calmed down and Jax took a deep breath, "you wanted to talk about something?"

You nodded, "I think we need to tell Abel about Wendy. I've already gotten clearance to tell her about the CIA op but I think we need to ge out ahead of anything before Gemma tries to use it to get back at us somehow."

Jax shook his head, "he's too young."

You sighed, "no he's not. Three is the age where it's recommended, I know you want to wait, so do I but we can't, not with Gemma."

Jax rubbed his face, "she's right man, if you don't get out in front of this she will go out of her way to make y/n look like a bad mother and a threat to Abel's safety." Ima had been less than charitable since the crash, but you agreed with her.

"You're both right, can your guys talk to ger today?"

You nodded, "we can do both if you want, the nasty stuff and then the fun stuff. I'll call her now so she has time to plan what she's going to say."

Jax sighed, "after breakfast and I'll do it, she was my wife, it's my place."

You smiled, "that's alright with me, I'll call Vance and let him know. Has Gemma spoken to you yet?"

He nodded, "I got a text from her, I haven't looked at it."

"Alright, we'll have breakfast and then make some calls and go from there then we need to plan out how we're going to deal with Gemma."

You came back out into the dining room after your conversation with Vance, "they'll be here at three when Wendy drops Able off, does she want Abel to know today?"

Jax nodded, "yep, she already knows what she's going to say, she's very happy."

You smiled, "this is going to go well, Abel is a good kid he'll handle it well."

"You're optimistic."

You smirked, "it's easy to be when you have the power I do."

Jax shook his head, "you should run for president."

You laughed, "I don't think they'd let us anywhere near the Whitehouse my love and while I have great hair and I'm a good liar, my bloodlust doesn't equal that of a world leader."

Jax chuckled, "yeah, but it would be funny to see you hit some GOP dick across the face."

Your nerves grew as three drew closer, just before Wendy returned with Abel, Director Vance showed up at your door, "I wasn't expecting you."

He shrugged, "I thought I should help, it's the least I could do after everything you've done in the last few months."

He sat down in the loungeroom and everyone waited for Wendy and Abel to get back. They were ten minutes late, Wendy arriving carrying Abel, "he's had a very busy day."

You smiled as Jax took him from her arms, "please come in, we have a lot to talk about. Abel has some more time to sleep."

She looked worried, "don't worry, it's not that bad."

She sat down on one of the chairs and you took a deep breath, "I think it's time you know the truth. This is Director Leon Vance, I wasn't a civilian consultant overseas, from eighteen to twenty eight, I was a CIA operative. Since the guys went inside, I've been back at my old job. The Club is out of guns and Clay is dead and I'm done with any espionage shit. He's just here to make sure everything goes over well, you can ask questions of you want."

"What did you do over there?"

You took a deep breath, "I didn't lie about that, most of what I did was identify dead bodies but I also ensured certain interest through the elimination of threats and political agitators."

Her eyes went wide, "how many people?"

Vance spoke first, "more than twenty, less than fifty, I'm sorry but there's only so much Dr y/n is allowed to tell you."

She looked scared, "I' not telling you this to threaten you, I would never do that. Gemma has become a problem and we need to get ahead of it, I didn't want her tell you anything that could put you at risk."

Her face fell, "so you telling Abel about me, that's not what you want to do?"

You waved your hand, "oh no, we want to tell him, we just hoped we would have more time to make it a nicer experience."

"Dr y/n is telling the truth, how do you think you got that job as close to the lab, she wrote you a recommendation and told them not to say anything to you."

She smiled, "you did?"

You nodded, "yep, a child can never have too much love Wendy."

Vance smiled, "do you need me anymore?"

You shook your head, "nah, thank you Leon."

He put his hand on your shoulder, "it's fine. Jackson, Ms Case, I'll leave you to your night."

He left and you took a deep breath, "I'll go get Abel, I'll give you some time alone."

Jax was unsure what to say once you were gone, "thank you for this Jackson."

Jax blinked, "you're not going to fuck with us?"

Wendy shook her head, "no, it's honestly kinda comforting that y/n what she is, I mean, nothing's ever going to hurt Abel with her around."

Jax snorted, "you've got that right, she's made it clear to everyone that anyone who hurts Abel won't last long."

The inference was clear, "I promise I won't do anything to hurt him, I would never ruin this opportunity and if you think I'll try and take Abel away I'd never do that."

Jax relaxed, "good, because you have no idea how much y/n has done for Abel."

Wendy waved her hand, "I know that and I would never try to replace her, I'm just happy you let me be a part of his life."

You rounded the corner with Abel soon after, taking another deep breath before sitting him next to you. You smiled and gathered your thoughts before you spoke, "you remember when you asked me how Daddy and Wendy knew each other and we told you that Daddy and Wendy were married before Daddy and I met?"

Abel nodded, "well, that's not everything. So you know how Sam in your uncle because he's my brother but so is Happy and he's isn't Daddy's brother?"

He nodded, "ok, and you know how we told you that you're going to have a cousin soon and the baby is growing inside Ima's belly?"

He smiled, "yes mummy, I can't wait."

You giggled, "ok, well I have something to tell you and I want you to listen really hard and you can ask any questions you want."

"Yes mummy."

You looked at Jax who gave you a soft smile, "you didn't grow inside me, you grew inside Wendy because when the universe decided you should exist, Daddy and Wendy were still married. But Miss Wendy was very sick and couldn't look after you so she went away to get better and a few months later, me and Daddy decided we wanted to be together and then I went to some people and asked them if I could be your mummy too. Do you understand?"

Abel seemed consumed, turning to his father, "did you and Miss Wendy love each other like you and mummy do?"

Wendy spoke first, "no sweetie, your daddy and I didn't love each other like your daddy loves your mummy, and that's ok because we got you out of it."

This was going better than you thought, "so I have two mummys?"

You saw Wendy's eyes get wet, "yes Abel, you have two mummys."

There was a stillness before Abel spoke again, "ok, can I have some ice cream, please?"

You breathed a sigh of relief, "sure, how about you and Miss Wendy go and get it?"

He hopped up and reached his hand out to grab hers, "I'll show you where it is."

When they were out of the room, Jax finally relaxed, "that went well."

"I know, now we just have to deal with Gemma."

****

Jax answered Gemma's text late that night, having spent the whole afternoon answering Abel's questions, by the end of the day you were all hugging Wendy goodbye with plans to meet up again after Gemma was dealt with.

"I'm seeing her tomorrow, I want you there."

You sighed, "I don't think that's a good idea, she's going to feel ambushed."

Jax shrugged, "then I'll ask Nero to be there, he might keep her in line."

You rubbed your face, "I trust you, bringing Nero in was a good idea, let's just hope she doesn't freak out when I show up there."

****

She didn't freak out but she wasn't happy, "is there any reason you're here?"

Jax sighed, "because we're a family, Nero will be here soon, y/n went out of her way to make sure you didn't feel like we were ganging up on you."

Gemma put her hands on her hips, "how sweet of her."

"Mum, that's enough, if you keep this up, you're never going to see any of us again." Gemma paled, and you stepped in before Jax could say more, "I think we should wait for Nero, because right now Gem, he's the only one on your side."

Nero arrived fast enough that there wasn't time to feel out of place, then you were all sitting at the table, "now, two days ago, you told me you wanted to talk to Jax about me keeping Abel from you, you can do that now."

Gemma crossed her arms, "she threatened to kill me."

Nero didn't react, "yes, I did, my exact words were if you ever put my child in harm's way again, I will kill you myself, do you think that's an unreasonable thing for a parent to say?"

She swallowed, "mum, we're not keeping Abel from you, we're keeping him safe. You're not stable right now and you keep proving that to us, how are we supposed to trust you when you're trying to drive a wedge between us?"

Jax sounded angry, "Jackson baby, I just want what's best for you."

Jax crossed his arms, his face going hard, "y/n is what's best for me, she makes me happy mum, I'm going to marry her and you're trying to make her look like a bad mother."

Nero was quiet, "she let Wendy back into his life after she almost killed him, how is that her being a good mother. What do you think she's going to do when she finds out what y/n is."

The air was slowly leaving the room, "she already knows, we told her yesterday, along with telling Abel the truth. We couldn't risk you doing that for us."

She looked shocked, "see, she is trying to keep Abel away from me, I would never do that."

Jax huffed, "don't bullshit, why would you bring Wendy up when you know how we feel about her if you weren't planning to shit on it?"

She blinked, Nero stepping in, "Gem, they're right, you haven't shown they can trust you yet, I can see how hard they're trying my love but you're the problem here. Y/n is just doing what you'd do and protecting her child and her man."

Gemma looked blindsided, "so what, you're going to tell me how to live my life now, hold my grandbaby over my head?"

You shook your head, "no, but I will not let you put him at risk. What I said two days still stands, if you stay on the right track things can go back to the way they were before but this is your last chance, fuck this up and you're done."

"Jackson, how can you let her talk to me like this?"

Nero put his hand on her shoulder but she shrugged him off, and you could feel the rage coming off Jax, "I'm not a little boy anymore, I can make my own mind up and if it was up to me, none of this would have happen, y/n has been on your side this whole time and you've gone out of your way to ruin that. I'm done mum, fix this shit or you will never see me or Abel again."

Jax put a firm hand on your back, "we're leaving."

You didn't move, "Jax please, we can't leave it at this, let your mother explain herself."

Jax's hand made its way around your upper arm and you could tell he was getting distressed, "she can talk to me when she realises that I'll choose you and Abel over her. If she wants me to be happy, she'll accept that."

You didn't protest further, getting up the leave as Jax's hand never left your arm. When you were gone, Gemma fell into Nero's chest, "what do I do?"

His voice was calm, "you listen to your son and fix this or you won't be in their life anymore."

****

Jax lasted until you got to your front door before he broke down, falling into your arms racked with sobs, he didn't speak and you ran your hand up and down his back, "what do I do? She's my mum, I love her but she's causing me so much pain."

You sighed and pressed him closer, "you give her time, Nero will do his best to set her right and if she does come back, you give her space to grow from this, it's ok if it takes you a while to trust her again."

Jax wiped his face and pressed his forehead to yours, "I love you y/n."

"I love you too Jackson."

Part 55

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austinsgirl · 2 years ago

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late night pottery | austin x reader

pairings: austin x fem!reader

summary: it’s late at night & reader gets frustrated while trying to make a pottery piece. austin comes out to help. his help turns into a steamy makeout session.

rating: pg-13

this is also posted on wattpad. enjoy!

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This shot is inspired by the movie 'Ghost'

"Fuck." you muttered to yourself out of frustration. Trying to make your piece of pottery perfect, but failing to do so.

"What's wrong?" your very handsome boyfriend, Austin, comes up behind you, with only his jeans & boxers on, after he had flipped the Elvis record that's spinning. "Unchained Melody" comes through the speakers. It's one of our go to records when it comes to using our turntable.

"You've done this before right? Making pottery?"

"Yeah, you need help?"

"Please?" I ask him with puppy dog eyes. "I can't get it to smooth out right."

He chuckles, "Of course, my love." his raspy deep voice speaks out. Something you've always found so soothing.

Austin brings up another stool & sits behind you. "Here." he grabs your hands & guides them along with his onto the wet clay.

You can feel his hot breath on your neck as he sits right behind you. Tilting your neck, starting to enjoy yourself.

Austin places his lips onto your neck, placing gentle kisses. You bite your bottom lip & close your eyes out of pleasure.

You turn your head to face him, you place your lips onto his, passionately kissing to the rhythm of the song.

Both of you take your hands off the spinning clay. You turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him more.

You both stand up without breaking the kiss. Austin picks you up by your thighs. You wrap your legs around his waist.

Neither of you give a care in the world that you're making a mess on each other from the clay on your hands. Clay in his hair & on his neck and back. Clay on your bare thighs & his old button down shirt he let you wear.

Austin slowly let's you go, back on your feet, lips still touching. Your hands run lightly up & down his back as his lips move from your lips to your neck.

His hands cup your rear underneath the shirt you're wearing of his.

At the same time, you both move your hands down each other's fronts. You both look at each other smiling for a moment before kissing once again, before he moves on to kiss your chest, then moving back up to your neck.

Your arms around his neck. Your neck goes back and to the side. You let out slight moans as he sucks on your sweet spot.

Austin cups your face & puts his lips back to yours before picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom.

"Wait, maybe we should take this to the shower?" you suggest.

He responds, "Yeah, I think that'd be a great idea."

part 2 here

#austin butler #austin butler imagine #austin butler one shot #austin imagine #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler smut

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chemicalbakeryarts · 2 years ago

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Well, this is new! Not sure if you guys know this over on Tumblr but I love to try new things! And uh.. this time, I would try something a bit more physical than usual!

This custom is of an oc of mine, Legendary Flare! Though I have not posted her to Tumblr, so uh…. If you want more information check out her DeviantArt post! (Semi-old art lol)

As a Skylanders fan, and someone who has tons of Skylanders oc's. I'm naturally going to want a toy of my Skylanders oc's! Toy customs have been something I've wanted to do for at least a few months.... I was thinking of doing a custom of Thorn on Knockout Terrafin and really want to make that. But it was just a "yeah that would be cool" with no serious intent of actually doing anything with those actions. Until less than a week ago I actually started taking this seriously, and I think it was around two weeks ago when I was having dinner with my Dad and asked if we could go shopping for art supplies for making a clay sculpture, and fortunately for me, he said yes! (I'll be applying for a job.... again in a few days so I'm hoping I won't need him for this kind of stuff in the future) I ended up drawing a reference photo for the pose I wanted to do, and the next day we headed out to Micheals. 40$ CAD down the drain I quickly got to work on making a clay figure of Legendary Flare, effectively turning what used to be my epic gamer man cave into an a mini-art studio. starting with removing Torch from her base using some pliers. And FUCK dude removing a Skylander from the base is difficult, it might be because of being weak as fuck and my slender hands but it is NOT easy.

But after that was dealt with I got to work on sculpting. Day one, I did her legs, day two I did the tail, day three I did the rest of the body, and day four I did the painting. And although getting her big legs to stay on the damn base wasn't easy, soon enough I got her on. The sculpting was incredibly fun around the end! Sure it was a bit difficult to make sure everything... you know, stuck. but It was a good time! And painting was soooo satisfying. I was literally squealing and going "oh my god" while finishing the paint job, it was amazing and I loved every second of it.

Now, time for the mistakes I made. (for context I used air dry clay, and although the paint doesn't matter here I used acrylics)

First, making everything stick together. I recommend making small holes and indents in places you want to stick parts into. like placing the arm on the torso? Make a small indent hole in the torso. Maybe this is an issue from me not using a wire armature for the figure but getting everything in place proved to be difficult. Her claws kept falling out because they were on the edge of the base. And also using a wet paintbrush to mold the clay together of course.

Second, smoothing everything out. Basically getting a wet paint brush and stroking the clays cracks. I didn't do this enough. Which you can't tell as much since the images were compressed but its a bit of an issue, less so since this character has scales, but again, its an issue.

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Overall I would say sculpting is a super fun experience! Generally I just love trying new things with my art but this proved to be especially rewarding! And, uh... If anyones wondering why I chose Legendary Flare specifically. Its for three reasons. A: I don't care about Torch and Legendary Flare is my only fire element oc, B: She only has three colours so painting her would be pretty easy, and C: she isn't a main character or anything so if I mess up, it's not as bad as someone more well-known and pushed on my account.

I briefly considered making a video about my process on this (hell I even filmed Torch before I removed her) but later I decided not to film because I wasn't sure if the results would be good and since Legendary Flare, being a Legendary variant requires some context to explain why she's a variant anyways. I might make a video about a future custom tho idk.

Be sure to let me know your thoughts on me doing customs and if you want me to make more of them! I have a lot more clay and paint and I do not like to waste money!

(also what tags do people put toy customs in?)

#oc #skylanders #video games #skylanders oc #toy photography #custom #toy customization #sculptor #clay sculpting #anthro

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urfaveisgoingintheplinko-archive · 3 years ago

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Tips for aspiring artists from a guy whos been drawing for 5 years now -

Keep drawing. Literally just carry on. Doesn't matter if u think it looks bad just carry on

Don't talk badly about your art!! Everything you make is worth something, even if it's worth is just to make future you smile. Also if you start to talk badly about your art it'll get in your head and you'll start to believe it - don't even say it as a joke. (if u need help with alternative things to say, sarcastic "I'm so good at this" and the like are generally good)

Don't throw out/delete you old art. In a few years time you'll want to look back on that and you can't if you destroy it. At the very least take a photo or smth

You don't need an excellent quality sketchbook when you're starting out. Over time you'll figure out what you like to use and you can start investing in that (I've found i prefer smooth paper that can handle markers, so Leuchtturm1917 books are something I'm willing to spend money on) but when you start? Get whatever you can find, especially if you don't have much money

Experiment with media!! Try charcoal and pencil and ballpoint pen and chalk and clay and pastels and watercolours and oils and acrylics. Of course this will all be limited by your budget but a lot of the cheaper art supplies are still very good and will serve you just as well as more expensive ones. The exception is kneaded erasers. Do not buy off-brand kneaded erasers they are awful

You will start to get sick of drawing. Keep drawing even if it feels like a chore - just little things, a scribbly face on a bit of paper or something. Keep your skills in your mind but don't push yourself

When you feel like everything you make is suddenly awful, you are improving. You have gotten good enough to recognise that you are making mistakes but not so good that you can tell what they are yet - or how to fix them. This will pass and you will figure it out. Try looking at your art in a mirror/flipping the canvas, that can help make it clear what your issue is. Try figure studies or just drawing something you're bad at. Or just keep drawing until the feeling goes away. You'll get past this soon enough.

Have patience with yourself. Art takes time. You feel like you've gotten slower because you didn't know what you were doing before. Take a breath and carry on. Maybe your lineart is being a dick, skip it and try lineless. Maybe your colours are hurting your soul, try grayscale. Maybe you're just bored, take a break and come back.

If you ever don't like something about your art, change it!! You can always go back to it later if it turns out you prefer it

as someone who's been doing this for 12 years: all of these. yes

#mod jester

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duran-duran-less-official · 6 years ago

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Ask meme 29-76

29. What's the worst thing I've ever done?

This is a loaded question. I can't really separate how objectively bad a thing was from how bad I felt about doing it afterwards. One time I insulted my mum's job. Another time I played hide and seek so well (and thoughtlessly) that my parents thought I'd run away from home while a national holiday party was going on in the streets. Two times I've lost my temper with a really good friend - that's how I discovered I'm a sore loser playing Magic: the Gathering.

30. What's my favourite candle scent?

Green Apple. (You can buy those at IKEA).

31/2. Three favourite boy/girl names?

I don't plan on having kids, and even if I did they still probably wouldn't be called Fletcher, Algernon, James, Matilda, Sarah, or Ruth.

33/4. Favourite actor/actress?

Simon Pegg, and... Stephanie Beatriz.

35. Who is my celebrity crush?

Evanna Lynch. Also my girlfriend and I crush on Stephanie Beatriz a little bit together.

36. Favourite movie?

Hot Fuzz or Scott Pilgrim vs. The World.

37. Do I read a lot? What's my favourite book?

I read quite a bit, but not as much as I'd like. My favourite book is Feet of Clay by Terry Pratchett.

38. Money or brains?

Brains, so long as the money is moderate enough to live on. If not, then... still brains but I'm suffering a lot more.

39. Do I have a nickname?

Not really, just a short form of my name.

40. How many times have I been to the hospital?

Twice. Once for croop, once for stabbing myself in the hand. Not counting the dozen or so times I went for nonemergency wisdom teeth removal and botox injections.

41. Top 10 favourite songs

Girl Panic!, Rio, and Ordinary World, by Duran Duran,

The Poet and the Pendulum, Our Decades in the Sun, and A Shudder Before the Beautiful, by Nightwish,

Midnight and Violet Hill, by Coldplay

Foil, by Weird Al Yankovic

Bette Davis Eyes, by Kim Carnes.

42. Do I take daily medications?

God no. I took fish oil once a day for years, and NEVER AGAIN.

43. What's my skin type?

Right now? Sunburnt. My girlfriend says "smooth".

44. What's my biggest fear?

Being forgotten by everyone as soon as I leave their company. I naturally assume nobody is thinking about me unless I am right there in the room with them.

45. How many kids do I want?

46. What's my go-to hairstyle?

Random - whatever my post-shower hair towelling routine throws at me.

47. What type of house do I live in?

2-bedroom apartment.

48. Who is my role model?

@poorpoorpitifulme probably.

49. What was the last compliment I received?

"You're the best boyfriend" 😊

50. What was the last text I sent?

Me making arrangements for Christmas morning with my mum. Mum thought 11am counted as "bright and early".

51. How old was I when I found out Santa wasn't real?

Maybe 9? I don't remember. I kept leaving out mince pies (for "Santa") and carrots (for "the reindeer") long after I found out, just because it was fun.

52. What's my dream car?

I don't have one. My parents used to own a lovely convertible BMW though.

53. Opinion on smoking?

Hate it. Even more so now that I have a girlfriend, who's asthmatic.

54. Do I go to college?

Yes (though in Australia we just call it "university"). Hopefully, next year is my last one!

55. What is my dream job?

Another loaded question! I would love to be a lab technician, or a researcher.

56. Would I rather live in rural areas or suburbs?

Suburbs.

57. Do I take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

Not really, no. I almost never go to those sorts of hotels anymore.

58. Do I have freckles?

Yes! Mostly on my shoulders, actually.

59. Do I smile for pictures?

Yes, though I often look like I'm about to murder someone.

60. How many pictures do I have on my phone?

According to the internal metrics... 1755.

61. Have I ever peed in the woods?

Yes. And you would not BELIEVE what the bear next to me was doing...

62. Do I still watch cartoons?

I mean... sort of. Not new cartoons. Mostly just Avatar: The Last Airbender and so on.

63. Do I prefer McDonalds or Wendy's chicken nuggets?

McDonalds wins, by virtue of "We don't really have Wendy's in Australia".

64. Favourite dipping sauce?

Garlic aioli. (Also a good general-purpose sauce)

65. What do I wear to bed?

Nothing. Blame a bout of chicken pox I had when I was 11.

66. Have I ever won a spelling bee?

I have never participated in one.

67. What are my hobbies?

A very narrow selection of video games. I also like to write, play Magic, play D&D, read books, listen to music, listen to books, and read music.

(For real though, I should play the piano more often)

68. Can I draw?

Hahahahaha, hell no.

69. Do I play an instrument?

I am a severely out-of-practice pianist.

70. What was the last concert I saw?

Tim Minchin on the Opera House steps.

71. Tea or coffee?

Tea. I don't usually like it, but I will concede that it at least has some flavours aside from tea-flavour that I am able to tolerate.

72. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

Again, Starbucks wins because Australia doesn't have Dunkin Donuts.

73. Do I want to get married?

No. I would, however, like to spend the rest of my life with someone. Is that the same thing?

74. What is my crush's first and last initial?

I have so many crushes, let me just...

BTECPBJLLA

75. Am I going to change my last name when I get married?

>when

76. What colour looks best on me?

Navy blue.

TO BE CONTINUED (2/3)

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sicklylittlesnowflake · 7 years ago

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you know when the sweetwater river frozeover? well that probably happens every year in riverdale so what about some jarchie friendship right before anything bad happened so they were best friends but not like really young and they were mucking about on the frozen river and archie is jumping around and jughead goes on a patch of ice that archie jumped on and falls through? he can't get out so archie has to pull him out then they go back home and and fred fusses and jughead gets sick?

( this takes place the winter before the Summer of Doom™ also I’m sorry if you didn’t want this much angst but I can’t help myself lmao.. Also tw brief drowning!! Also trust me to write a Christmas fic during the summer lmao)

Every winter in Riverdale had been the same every year. The Blossoms would come out with their special Winter Edition Maple Syrup Ham, the bright Christmas lights would go up, Riverdale Elementary would start singing their carols, and the Sweetwater river would freeze up and turn to ice.

Riverdale was very much a town built on tradition and nothing was ever really questioned. No one ever questioned the extreme closeness of the Blossom Twins, nor the very much unjustness of the treatment of the south side. No one ever really questioned how despite extreme statistical improbability, Jughead Jones and Archie Andrews became best friends.

If Archie Andrews was fire, Jughead Jones was ice. Archie Andrews hailed from a family the closest equivalent to the American Dream and Jughead Jones was from the wrong side of the tracks. They were different on a molecular level, built from different clay and different stardust. However there was something about childhood friendship so pure and delightful that somehow made this friendship work, not questioned.

The two best friends’ tradition of skating at the frozen Sweetwater river would also never be questioned. They had done it every year; since they could walk. Eventually they were able to do it by themselves by the age of 11. The tradition was so sacred, such a necessity that if it weren’t to be upheld, it would be as absurd as not putting up a Christmas tree.

Jughead glided across the ice with grace, smooth and with ease, going around in circles as he admired the frosty pastel blue sky, arms spread out, like he was soaring, free. Archie followed suit, with a lot less ease and grace, his gliding a lot more rough and rugged.

“Woah,” Archie made a worried face, trying his best to keep himself balanced and when he finally did, he accidentally skated too fast, way too fast. He was practically zooming across the lake like the Flash.

“Oh shit!” Archie gasped as he continued to zoom past, nearing Jughead, bracing himself for the collision. He bumped into Jughead’s back, causing the two to collapse onto the ice into a laughing heap.

“Nice going, Barry Allen,” Jughead joked, still trying to contain his giggles as he punched Archie’s arm.

“More of a Wally West myself,” Archie joked back, unable to stop himself from laughing heartily. Archie managed to recover from the collision first and stood up, extending an arm out to Jughead as the younger boy reached out for his hand and grasped it tight as he lifted himself off the ground.

“You know Archie, your prima ballerina skills never cease to stupefy me. It truly is quite an enthralling spectacle,” Jughead chuckled, patting his friend on the back.

Archie simply stuck a tongue out at his best friend and continued to prance around like an idiot, mock pliéing and spinning and twirling. Of course, he wasn’t quite the professional type, certainly no Tonya Harding, and his lands as he pranced not quite light and fairylike, more like Godzilla or King Kong stomping about.

“You’re going to fall in, Archibald,” Jughead warned, voice still light and carefree, very aware of his best friend’s clumsy tendencies. He sniffled, much to the attention of Archie who’s eyes were discreetly locked on him, hoping his friend wouldn’t catch a cold.

Jughead breathed out so he could see his frosted breath, shivering lightly as he pulled his red and black denim jacket closer to him, trying to warm himself, “Brr, this is one of the coldest winters we’ve had in years. Not great when i’m always so cold.”

“Even in the summer months! Just goes along with your cold heart and soul,” Archie teased, making himself and his best friend erupt into a fit of laughter once again.

They were like that for a while. Laughing, warm despite the cold because of each other’s company. It had always been like that. Archie wished it could be like this forever; a pure childhood friendship that became lifelong, forever each other’s go to’s in this American Dream of a town.

Archie watched as Jughead laughed his heart out, the joy and brightness he wore in those moments suiting him so well. A welcome change against the darkness he tried to hide but never from Archie. Jughead knew this, and knew that Archie would always make him feel safe and warm. So cozy and safe, like a bowl of chocolate ice cream but with a secret hot fudge centre.

Then as Jughead stepped back, the ice broke, swallowing him whole, the picture perfect painting of brightness and warmth torn off the wall viciously. Black paint aggressively splattered across what was once beautiful.

Archie felt a ringing in his ears as his best friend went under, the whole world turning dark and he could practically hear his heart beating in his chest. It was then when he regained a little bit of his senses that he realised the ringing was his scream.

As Jughead went under, a pang of sharp, iciness crawled up his spine, spreading throughout his body. The freezing water biting at his body, piercing through his hands. He struggled against the ruthless current, trying not to scream as his his lungs begged for oxygen, body pleading for warmth. He felt numb, desperately clawing and reaching for the light, back to his best friend. He wasn’t ready, not yet, he fought for his life, extending an arm hoping it would be found.

Then miraculously a hand shot through the light and towards his hand, grabbing at it tightly, intertwining his fingers and determined to pull him back into the light. Soon enough Jughead’s body lifted from the bitterly cold waters and back into the land, where he gasped for air, coughing violently.

Archie let out the breath he had been holding, hands shaking violently as his best friend coughed up icy water, desperately trying to revitalise himself with oxygen. Jughead sniffled wetly, continuing to cough powerfully, and once he finished he was a shaking mess, shivering vigorously with the icy cold water.

Archie picked the weakened, shivering body and threw him over his shoulder into a tight hug, his hands shaking as he ran fingers through Jughead’s hair, as if trying to reassure himself he was alive, and that he was here. He whispered shakily, “T-thought I lost you, J-jug..”

Jughead continued to quiver under his grasp violently, teeth chattering and breath shaky, his body feeling numb by the biting cold. He felt so cold, clinging on to Archie fiercely as he desperately tried to obtain his warmth. He felt so horrible and miserable from this horrible frozen and icy limbo, but one look at his friend’s horrified and near tears face, and his shaking grasp from the shock, he chose to joke to calm his friend down.

“Y-you w-weren’t g-getting rid o-of m-me th-that ea-easy, m-man,” Jughead smirked, teeth chattering as he quivered beneath his grasp, inhaling sharply and sneezing to the side.

Archie felt a little better at that, knowing Jughead was still definitely here with him and was still the same old Jughead. He hadn’t disappeared from him, hadn’t slipped out of his grasp. However, his sneeze was a sure sign they had to get out of here.

Archie pulled away from their hug, taking Jughead’s jacket off and replacing it with his own, Jughead began to protest incoherently, only for Archie to shush him. He helped Jughead to his feet, who’s legs could barely support his body so Archie had to wrap an arm around his waist firmly to ensure that he could walk.

Jughead coughed weakly opposite to Archie, sniffling as his nose began to run. He would normally be a lot more neat and careful to not be a gross mess in times like these, having experience in having both bad allergies and a bad immune system, but he honestly felt too awful.

He hadn’t even realised Archie was dragging them away when they were off the frozen river, he sniffled, “A-arch, I don’t want to ruin this..”

“Well it’s already ruined,” Archie snapped, not intending to seem so harsh. Jughead’s face fell and he bit his lip, looking away as his grasp on Archie loosened ever so slightly, still shivering and shaking like he was on the epicentre of an earthquake.

Archie tensed, realising how awful he had been just then. This felt so wrong–their relationship being other than just pure childhood friendship. Of course, there was moments of darkness, where the reality of their lives would crack in through this safe wall they had built together, but they had always stayed safe with each other inside these walls they had made, away from the madness. Pretending like it didn’t exist. Avoiding the truth of their reality.

“Jug, I-I’m sorry, that was..that was really uncalled for and horrible. I-I’m not angry at you,” Archie explained awkwardly.

“Wh-who are y-you an-angry at then?” Jughead asked, although it sounded more like a statement than a question.

Archie sighed deeply, “Me. I..i was the one jumping around on the lake and probably weakened the ice and then..I-I’m so sorry, Jug.”

Jughead softened, opening his mouth to speak when his nose began to tickle. He inhaled sharply, raising a hand to his nose and turning his head to the side to sneeze harshly twice. He cleared his throat, his bones beginning to feel weak and unable to carry on. His eyes were heavy–he just wanted to rest by some place warm.

“I-its o-okay, A-Archie. P-please don’t b-blame y-yourself, you d-didn’t know,” Jughead tried, although he knew deep down Archie wouldn’t listen to him.

His friend couldn’t hide the guilt on his face–he wore his heart on his sleeve, and Jughead found it very endearing–and couldn’t formulate a response. It could’ve gone two ways but either way both of them wouldn’t be happy with the answer.

As the two boys finally made it to the road, they could hear the faint sound of a car nearing. As it neared, they recognised it as Fred’s old truck.

“You could hear that old thing from a mile off,” Archie said, stifling his laughter.

“God no, you could hear it all the way from Greendale I’m sure,” Jughead giggled, for a second forgetting about how miserable he felt. It was just simply the Archie Andrews magic that managed to make him feel warm and safe even at his darkest.

Fred Andrews drove his truck casually, until his heart skipped a beat as his eyes scanned left and saw the sight of two boys. Two boys who meant the world to him–and one was soaking wet, trembling violently, pale as a ghost with flushed red cheeks and nose that popped out amongst the frosty white surroundings. Jughead looked extremely sick, looking like he was about to collapse.

“Holy shit,” Fred muttered as he pulled over and yanked his car door open and rushed towards the two boys.

“What the hell happened here?!” Fred exclaimed, examining Jughead’s sickly pale features and cupping a hand around his face, feeling his temperature. He was as cold as ice, causing Fred’s heart to drop.

“We had an accident at Sweetwater–the ice gave in and he fell into the water,” Archie explained, trying to seem calm but Fred knew his boy, and he knew that inside he was panicking intensely. Jughead Jones meant the world to Archie Andrews and Fred knew should anything happen to Jughead, Archie would not be able to function.

“You’re freezing, son,” Fred muttered as he ushered Jughead over to the truck.

“Really?” Jughead managed a joke through a raspy, croaky voice.

Archie couldn’t help his little laugh, “You nearly died and you’re still making jokes.”

“Hey, laughing when life decides to throw shit at you is the biggest fuck you one can give,” Jughead slurred, eyes growing heavy and letting out a sigh of relief as Fred cranked up the heaters. His head began to hurt slightly, entire body completely plagued by fatigue.

Archie followed him inside the truck shortly. Before he was able to sit down Jughead was grabbing for him, clinging on to him like a life support. He rested his heavy head against the soft fabric of Archie’s sweater, trying to warm himself up against the sunshine that was Archie Andrews. He started to grow delirious, in a trance like state. His nostrils twitched, breath hitching and sneezed twice forcefully into the soft fabric. Archie chuckled softly, wrapping one arm around Jughead to warm him up and using the free one to play with his dark curls.

He swallowed, hoping Jughead would be okay.

Fred lifted the sleeping Jughead off of the car effortlessly, extremely surprised at how light he was. He had expected the boy to be quite heavy, considering the amount of food he ate. Archie held open the door and Fred entered the house, settling him down on the couch.

“Archie, go upstairs and get Jughead some new, clean clothes, okay? I’ll go wake him.”

Archie nodded and ran up the stairs. Fred let out a little breath and approached the boy, gently prodding him awake. Jughead stirred slightly, a soft moan escaping his lips, still quivering. His face scrunched up, inhaling sharply to sneeze twice exhaustedly.

“Bless you, son. I know you feel sick but we need you to get changed. I promise you you’ll feel a lot better out of those wet clothes, okay?” Fred tried.

To his relief Jughead begin to shift, so fatigued and weary he moved slowly, like a machine on its last legs. Fred shot him a sympathetic glance and helped him to stand up, his legs shaking as he did so. Jughead groaned softly as a headache started, feeling dizzy and desperate just to get back to bed.

Archie ran down the stairs with a bunch of clothes in his arms. Fred smiled his approval and guided Jughead over to the bathroom, moving very slowly as Jughead’s worn out, energy sapped body could not handle anymore. Archie set down the clothes for him and closed the door behind him, returning to the living room with Fred.

Archie looked sullen and upset, sitting down on the couch looking glum. Fred was glad that Archie wore his heart on his sleeve, so it would be easier for him to know if something was up with his son.

“What’s up, son?”

Archie stayed quiet, but knew he could not lie to his dad, “..It was my fault.”

“Arch–”

“I was jumping around on the ice and then when Jughead took a step back, the ice broke because I had already weakened it.”

Fred let out a soft sigh, giving his son a reassuring smile and cupping his face comfortingly, “Archie, it was an accident. You said so yourself as first. These sort of things happen. Life does this thing where it’s unpredictable and unfair. You saved him, didn’t you? You shouldn’t be guilty of this, you’ve got to forgive yourself and keep moving forward, Arch. It’s just how life goes.”

Archie managed a small smile, attention reverting over towards the bathroom when they heard a chorus of little congested coughs. The bathroom door was swinging open and Jughead was limping back. He was wearing Archie’s grey Riverdale sweater–definitely too big, a batman shirt, also too big, that was layered underneath poking out ever so slightly, a pair of soft black sweats, oversized, warm socks and was beanie-less. He looked extremely soft.

“I’m going to make him some hot chocolate,” Archie announced as he got up and left towards the kitchen. Fred nodded and crawled down to start the fireplace, knowing Jughead needed to stay warm. He looked back for a second, seeing Jughead still shaking slightly but not to the extent he had been earlier.

Fred smiled sweetly, “See? Told you you’d feel better.”

Jughead nodded his thanks, managing the smallest of smiles. Fred finally got the fire working, tossing in an extra log for the heck of it. He left the living room briefly to collect their blankets. He returned, and placed all the cushions near the fire so Jughead could sit there.

Jughead obliged, sitting down by the fireplace and letting out a sigh of contentment. He cherished the warmth he was feeling, closing his eyes and letting out a shaky breath, glad he could be warm.

Fred wrapped a few blankets around Jughead’s weakened frame, ruffling the younger boy’s hair. “You warm enough?”

Jughead nodded softly, opening his mouth to thank Fred when his nose twitched again, retreating into his soft sleeve and he was pitching forward with a congested sounding sneeze. He cleared his throat, voice becoming raspy, “Excuse me..”

Fred sighed, tightening the blankets around Jughead, not even realising he was coddling, “Bless you.”

Fred sat down next to him and pressed the back of his hand to Jughead’s cheek, frowning, “Hmm, you’re definitely getting sick. You’ve got a bit of a fever coming on. I’ll call your dad, you’re staying over tonight.”

Jughead nodded gratefully, stifling a few congested coughs into his shoulder before smiling softly, “Thank you Mr Andrews.”

Jughead sniffled softly, running a hand underneath his nostrils. He coughed lightly into his shoulder again, muscles still a bit tense from the panic of suddenly being thrown underneath freezing cold water. Fred noticed this, lifting his arm up to softly stroke Jughead’s dark curls, massaging and caressing them. Jughead relaxed visibly, letting out a soft sigh.

Archie returned with a steaming mug of hot chocolate, lovingly adorned with marshmallows, sitting down next to Jughead and gently pressing the warm mug into Jughead’s cold hands. Jughead thanked him quietly, delicately sipping at the creamy sweet liquid. He made a little noise of satisfaction as the warmth entered his stomach, warming him up considerably.

Archie wrapped an arm around the boy, bringing him close to cuddle his side. Jughead nuzzled his nose into Archie’s side, before he rested his head against Archie’s shoulder. Archie rested his head on top of Jughead’s.

Jughead felt safe with the Andrews, feeling loved and content. He felt warm and safe, being cuddled by Archie and Fred rustling his hair. He felt sick, and he knew that it was probably going to get worse, but for now everything was fine.

The shock of today’s events made him exhausted. He felt drained of all energy and he just wanted to sleep. His eyes dropped heavily, eyelids fluttering. Archie chuckled softly upon noticing his friend’s obvious sleepiness. He cleared his throat quietly, singing very softly a traditional song. Today was meant to be day where they upheld tradition, and something went slightly array, so Archie decided to bring today back with a traditional song.

“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten, and children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white ..”

Jughead listened to Archie’s sweet voice, the melodious rhythm of his voice killing him into a peaceful, much needed sleep. There, the two best friends sat together in unison. A perfect, dynamic duo. So contrasting and unlike each other, polar opposites. But they balanced each other out, thriving when they had each other.

Archie held his best friend close, hoping against everything that it would remain that way.

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Watch "EXCLUSIVE: Ex Girlfriend of Paul Pelosi Jr Discusses Abuse, Fraud Allegations" on YouTube

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So this guy in the interview is a Ben Clan Human Trafficker

Paul Paleosi Jr is only 20 years old.

The Paul she is talking about WAS Paul then he was killed in 1987 and taken over by aliens.

PPJ hasn't tried to contact her due to his old body being taken over by a Zulu alien.

Because they study intently, the Zulululu would mimic the good and romantic parts of the true person. But the rest of the time be taken down to the evil soul status.

So unfortunately her stories are 100% true and thusly sad

But the person soul is incorrect.

This is why we crested dna4u after 1991 when I blockaded the ability to overtake souls due to my daughters being kidnapped and one being overtaken by Zulululu and the other murdered for refusing.

So dna4u is decades into the making with Galaxies and planets helping as much as possible.

Check out the Google photos of this "51 year old man"

He told me "by the time you find me, I'll only be 20, shes makingbme lie about my age" she being Nancy Pelosi.

She in a long story Tree will post from that I wrote in a private email. With his information included, also abducted me. She's a real bitch

The minute men brought her to the aavuatuin studios and i was supposed to be picked up but I was blocked in traffic, so she was to sit in the lot and wait, she rolled under the plane for shade and was ran over by two planes when they thought they would have that chance to get me in a small window..

Still i haven't been able to be picked up.

Nancy has plenty of clones, tho. So I'm sure some hank ktch will be running her mouth soon.

But she was the worst 'clone' in the baby selling an human marketing trade.

She was mpst often in my Google with a sunk in face... Because she had plates of steel around her skull. Denise does, too as well as Billy and Nathaniel. Nathaniel in the back of his skull, Billy in the front.

She's photographed in my Google as the State Rep but ain't the one that goes to the Chairman Floor.

She's my father's soul mate but not my mother of birth..

In 2003 we banned the ability to get pregnant by anyone but our soul mates.

So Nancy's metal face was her backup. She gave her body to a Saturn good soul, so in thought she would be able to return to it in such times when she is attacked

Not only was and is that not possible but now we have destroyed the shell body. So her Saturn that tricked her to letting a guy her body is now free to work as ghost. And get much more done!.

And Paul and Karina are extra protected by those that waited to kill Nancy and with great and extreme force shoved the Saturn Soul Filled body into a sedan and dropped her to the lot, while invisible

Dino that she killed long ago.

They are extremely violent and more quickly than me with blinders to any other existence to stop them from destroying

So you will immediately die if you mess with my brother or my sister in law and any of my siblings and their children and soulmate.

We have the location of the people who kidnapped my niece and nephew. And so killing them and recapturing my family will continue

They were not reported as stolen. And time is up in order for them to do so.

We have earned experience due to Clayton Millicant, Clay Millican's evil twin.

Thusly we know exactly how to handle this

And I'm quite sure since Donald Trump hates her, that we will earn a monthly stipend instead of a one time payment if he continues to trust in our work

It just takes time

I had Clay and Aubrina murdered yesterday morning and had time to bring them back to life. So these Bastards that kept getting in my way to prevent my appearing at my own property and not being a POW still remain to be tedious. Just so you know, they killed a 12 year old girl last week in order to rape her so they arent made fun of how they can't perform quality sex. Since 2003, sex with a non soulmate is dull, boring and ugh gross. But these idiots don't realize that.

So they killed a 31 year old virgin and a 6 year old crippled child whom could barely walk. Its true she was on the Plane ladder because I taught her due to her disability and crippleness her super skill is to climb ladders because its less pain for her compared to our flat foot selves

She had been locked in a cage and starved and beaten and abused. And her way of sitting in that small space crippled her back and legs and feet and especially ankles.

She had been exercising in my personal bathtub and swimming pool to maximize her strength and ability to move distances greater than 4 feet without pain.

She worked diligently and as much as possible and was able to walk 16 feet on flat foot then walk 24 feet on tip toe and rest then walk 6 to 7 feet flat foot then stop. With minimal pain.

Due to her happiness and flexing her ankles ih the water for 3 to 6 or 8 hours per day.

She worked hard and got ecperiabce to gain health. And she was climbing that ladder of the plane to kill the people up there as they were the same type of people whom abused her. And were friends with them.

And they grabbed her by her neck and threw her 75 feet to the ground.

And so Clay climbed up, not in order to kill but just ask why they were there. He knew i would need to know in order to handle the situation.

And they just threw him down and broke his wrist in a way it was crumbled bones. Then not realizing it was broke. It was unhealed after he was back to life.

And it was extra painful. So don't think they both won't kill now.

He was in 7 to 8 hours of extreme pain and he was of harmless intent, trying to find the solution.

I gave a 6 year old child a revolver in order to protect herself. And she did. We were able to heal her better than the other healing methods we used due to her death.

That doesn't make it fine that they had the nerve to do that shit.

Im just better than they are. I keep warning you ass holes you need to be good in ACTION not by acting.

You don't you'll die.

Again as I said if you're not invited to my personal property including what APPEARS to be a business, you will be a trespasser with violent offence and die.

Im not playing. So Bobby and Edward were murdered for murdering both a pissed off child and a concerned man.

So y'all need to fuck off. Jesse and Alex are presumed to be still looking for Annabelle.

As they kidnapped Annabelle as an infant due ti my having twins. I do have my other daughter, Annabelle's twin safe.

Josie is still in an unknown location and Jesse, Alex and several others are attempting to find her And Annabelle.

Snoop was also a hostile take over but he was my friend. However he was killed by Bobby. And so yes i have friends that are illegal alien. But there is a REAL SNOOP. Out there. That looks like young snoop and less bug eyed.

Smooth, sweet skin and a smooth grace. Still tiny though like his old body. But not old. He was sent to Saturn from TSJ.

We became quality friends before we moved. He went to Venus to help the transition of the rescue pods but they beat him and so i had to go. Because i don't put up with that shit. And so then i took him in as well, not recognizing him due to his swollen facial features from bruising. And he became our Venus representative while sending Data to Saturn from me in order to help Save Saturn. They finished their exponents in 1989, they last was begun and completed in early 1990 due to an experience with Michael Jackson.

Then Jupiter finished.

But also we willingly took the opposite of their good to see the bad in small controlled experiments in order to help. Small traditional studies in the 1960's, and our research allowed them to succeed faster...

Unfortunately this lazy bitch from Uranus kept sending her ass holes here. And so we are in year 81 of trying to fix all supreme galaxies and planets with life.

So we will.

This bitch died by severe torture from the Galaxy Council and Echinecea took over with my life model. And so upon completion we get a ring and a moon. So Uranus has a ring, 4 of them. And i have a tatto of it and irs rings. It is the only planet i have a tattoo of

Its because i fixed it, with my heart and my life experiences, and so with only mine alone its saved 54 galaxies from incompletion.

Now they ain't got that swirl like Jupiter or Saturn because its simply my model and not a combo of theirs and ours. Like Saturn and Jupiter.

Our rings will be a figure 8 around our moon and Earth and then we will gain a moon as i posted yesterday that is being shielded and held by Jupiter inside their ring set and it is the color of my eyes from TSJ.

Mostly i have brown because i just want to kill people and bury them in the dirt, otherwise they're green because id rather bury them in the sea aka good things. Drown them in the spirit of love.

So adding pink is the sunset and sunrise... Truly i do want to live another day.

It hasn't been pink in a long time, so. Sont think I sont think y'all suicidal. If i want to play dumb.

Alright snot heads..

I sent Alex a series of maps. There is new information for them.

Trump get on that monthly stipend..

We need it to keep your people alive.

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